Cookie here, from the previous story. Plus an new one, Gally the Gallade. Don't you love my creative character names? Or should I say, creative Pokemon nicknames? The Pokemon with the most odd sounding names are probably the ones I've based off of my own Pokemon in the games. :)

So here's my disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. I don't see why a disclaimer is necessary, as I only point out the obvious.

Enjoy the little short with a description probably longer than the story. Oh, and question: Should I elaborate more on this "freaks" plot line?


He could sing. He played musical instruments. He was a genius. He was strong. He was handsome. He could fly. He was fast. He was friendly, he was social. He was athletic. He could fight. He was cool. He could get the job done. He knew what he was doing anytime, anywhere.

And I knew that I was envious.
After all, is that even possible? To be good at everything, to be drop dead gorgeous, to have a social impact? Isn't that what everyone wanted?

And yet we were all supposed to be "freaks," with supernatural strength or skill, more so than what our species had to offer.

I was a Gallade, elegant, yet powerful being a Psychic/Fighting type combination. We were supposed to have powerful minds from our previous evolutions, putting it into physical, mental energy. What made me different? I was the opposite. I was a strong fighter. I taught myself powerful moves because that was what intrigued me. I taught these moves to currently the most famous fighter in our world. And yet, I wasn't stupid. But I could never use my brain to its maximum.

And he? He was an evolved form of a Zubat. Those were supposed to be weak. Supposed to have too many, supposed to be overpopulated. What made him stand out? What made him so blessed? I couldn't read into his mind, I couldn't find out. He wouldn't let me find out. Never.

And I was envious, and he already knew.