Long A/N: I apologize for being late. I began right at finals/holidays time and once that was over, life happened. I would like to thank everyone for their submissions; I have received several wonderful I use hybrid, Pokemorph is alright for those of you who would prefer that term.

Warnings I forgot prior: If you are looking for Happy Rainbows, Kittens and Lollipops (HRKL) Abominations will not be for you. There will be instances of violence, language, blood, gore, and character death. If you can make it through the first few chapters, you should be golden for everything else I throw at you. May I be able to live up to the expectations of this fic.

Disclaimer: Do not own Pokémon. Some characters I own, others are property of their respective owners.

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Abominations

Chapter I

Hop.

He skipped from plate to plate, taking great care to not stop. Each one looked solid, but only a few were and he knew it. Most were held up by nothing save for soft metal strips, the slightest pressure would cause them to sink into the murky pool. The plate underneath his foot shifted and sank into the pool. Catching his balance, he leapt back and crouched on a large rock in the shallow pool. That plate was different. Yesterday it was solid. Now they changed it. They always changed things. The only constant in this world was change.

He grimaced and mental chided himself for getting complacent. One wrong move would send him tumbling into the rancid pool below. One quick sniff confirmed it was sewage and likely untreated. He shuddered, just thinking about what diseases lurked in the runoff. A tool for humiliation was all it was. He shook his head and returned to the task at hand.

He sprinted across the remainder of the plates, doing his best to keep his steps light. As he neared the end of this phase, he allowed himself a smile. So far they'd left him alone, that he was thankful for. He might just be able to–

A sudden blast of energy knocked him off his feet and onto his back in the cesspool. He could hear the raucous laughter of his tormentors coming from the speakers of the PA system embedded around the room. He snarled in frustration and placed his hand into the pool, repressing his gag reflex as his hand found something with more substance to it.

"Ah, B0127, do you enjoy the course? We admit we had some, technical, difficulties in filling the pool today," a voice taunted him. "Rico, help him up."

"Forgive me," said a voice in his mind.

A faint shimmering blue light highlighted B0127 and lifted him from the muck. Hidden behind reflective mirror, the psychic type flicked its spoon quickly to the right and sent its victim careening to the opposite side of the room. B0127 slammed into the white tile floor and rolling several time before coming to rest face down under one of the bright florescent lights in the room.

He staggered to his feet, braving a glance at the window. He knew on the other side were the Kantoan scientists always watching, waiting for the slightest slipup to punish or simply for their own amusement. Their pet alakazam, Rico, was no doubt standing by.

But the only thing he could see was his own reflection. Red eyes with cat-like slits, finely furred, rounded ears with blackened tips poking out from underneath a mop of light brown hair and a cream colored tail snaking around his backside… it was him, yet not him. He snarled, revealing his elongated canine teeth, and slammed his fist against the glass.

"Now, now B0127, anger never got anyone anywhere. Be a good little hybrid and run along now."

"I am human! I have a name!" he roared back.

"Rico, send him on his way."

The psychic type paused for a brief moment before complying with the request. The hesitation was not lost on the military scientist overseeing the operation.

"Get the generator started."

Skip.

B0127 made a note to get them back when he had the chance. Rico he could forgive, the alakazam was as much of a prisoner of the facility as he was. Banishing those thoughts from his mind, he focused once more on the next section of his routine. Time was against him, his outburst at them meant he needed to find a way to make up the time lost and at least try to break even with his previous time.

In front of him laid the next obstacle of the course. Though time was of the essence, he wasn't about to take the leap of faith into the pit, especially not when he could feel the heat emanating from under the thick smoke in the pit. He knew this section was the balance test – several cylinders held on posts, some of which would roll side to side, others front to back. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that if they'd added heat and smoke, they'd changed the order and heights of all the balances.

Taking a deep breath, he leapt down into the acrid smoke. He cried out in surprise, not only from the stinging heat emanating from the metallic cylinder, but from the strong electric jolt that shot through his body. The cylinder teetered to the side and he was unable to keep his balance. Searing heat from the floor began to melt the fibers of his jumpsuit together, singeing the skin and fur of his back. He scrambled to his feet, desperately seeking a way out. Shielding his face into the crook of his elbow, he franticly felt around for anything that would let him to climb out. The back of his hand brushed up against hot, yet smooth. Briefly waving his hand in the general area, he felt a small horizontal bar and knew it had to belong to a ladder. The hot metal scalded his hands and feet further and he wasted no time in hauling himself up and over the lip of the pit.

"Enjoying yourself?" the scientist asked as others snickered in the background. "We added a few little things to keep you entertained. Think of it as a sign you've done well in your training, that we would be so benevolent in giving you additional challenges. You deserve it."

B0127 coughed and glared at the dark window of the otherwise pure white room. "Sick and twisted more like it."

"You'll do as you're told. Your comment has been noted," the overseer snapped. "Perhaps we should transfer your punishment to Talos and Mist, hmm? Or perhaps we should send you into the arena… you have been misbehaving as of late. What would happen to them after they watch you get ripped apart limb from limb by an alpha? Time's a wasting. Don't make us use you as an example to the others."

Talos. Mist. His comment could have harmed them, brought them pain and suffering they did not deserve. With one last glare back at them, he rose to his feet, grimacing as pain shot up his leg with every step he took back to the pit.

Jump.

He leapt back into pit, but was prepared for the weak electric current. The cylinder shifted to the left and he shuffled slightly to the right, using his tail to keep his balance. He jumped down onto the next cylinder obscured by smoke. A stronger shock coursed through his body, but he gritted his teeth and focused on keeping steady. He coughed as smoke stung his eyes and lungs, jumping onto the next cylinder in line. He made his way across each one, careful to maintain his balance on each one, even as the electric shocks intensified.

A break in the rising smoke raised his spirits. After crossing nearly a dozen of the damnable rollers, he was near the end. Only two more rollers remained. He was not prepared for what happened next.

The ensuing shock dazed him. He was only vaguely aware he was falling. Heat bit at his back while he laid on the searing plates on the ground. Darkness snaked around the edges of his vision, but he shook them away. He ignored the burning sensation in his hands as he got up and staggered all the way back to the ladder.

He slammed his fist on the concrete ground, listening as the overseers snickered behind their mirrored glass. The pads of his feet stung, but the pain quickly started to fade. He wasn't sure whether to count it as a blessing or a curse that was no longer feeling as much pain. All the more reason to hurry.

Confident he would make it this time, he backpedaled away from the lip. Shutting out the pain in his feet, he sprinted back towards the pit. He shut out the shocks as he bounded across each roller, readying himself for the final cylinder. The moment he made contact with the smooth surface, he felt himself begin to lose control of his actions. He knelt down, careful not to tip the roller too far to one side. He could hear the crackling as sparks arced between him and the cylinder. His lungs felt as if they were on fire with every breath he took and he tried to hide his eyes in the crook of his arm, but not even that quelled the sting. The short burst of adrenaline he was riding prior faded away, leaving him fatigued and in pain as he slumped down.

"Giving up?" a second voice taunted over the intercom. "We don't blame you. You've done quite well in dealing with these minor challenges. However, someone has to be punished."

Inside the observer room, a tall, lean man straightened up and flicked the switch to turn off the system. Reaching inside his long white lab coat, he removed a small red and white sphere. Pressing the equatorial button, he maximized the pokéball and called forth the creature within onto the metal desk.

The small navy blue bird with a red throat patch and white underside looked up at the scientist warily, glancing from lab coat to green camouflage pants before focusing on the blond haired man looking down at him. The bird chirped once and hop-skipped to a far corner, its little talons clacking on the metal surface, but never took its eyes off the man in front of it.

Giving the taillow a disarming smile, the man reached into the breast pocket of his coat and retrieved a two cracker pack of saltine crackers. Opening the package and removing one cracker, he broke off a small piece. The taillow eyed the tidbit hungrily, but stayed put. The man tossed the piece towards the bird and broke off a new piece.

"They haven't been feeding you have they?" the scientist asked as he watched the bird tear into the cracker piece. Carefully searching for any lost crumbs, it gazed longingly at the piece held by the researcher. "You'll have to come closer if you want it."

The taillow inched closer, eyes fixated on the cracker. The man opened his hand, offering the morsel. The little bird flared its wings and dipped its head in thanks as it snatched the food. Smirking, the light-haired man snapped his fingers. Instantly, the taillow froze. Though its body was frozen, its beady eyes snapped around the room in fear.

"Don't struggle bird," he spanned, grabbing the avian firmly by the feet. "I've got it Rico, you may let go. Get yourself situated for your next duty."

"Someone has to pay for your failure." A fearful squawk echoed around the room as it tried to break free.

B0127 instantly became alert when he heard the distressed screeched over the intercom. "Talos!"

"Talos is it?" the voice sneered. "Well then, Talos here is going to pick–" a single loud smack "–up– " followed by a second "–your–" another "–tab." One final smack, followed by the anguished warble of the little bird.

"Stop it, you're not going to hurt him!" the hybrid roared. Another surge of adrenaline gave him the strength he needed to stand and clamber up onto the last cylinder.

The shock was unbearable as sparks arced between his arms, legs, and the smooth surface. Shutting his eyes and shaking his head to cope with the sting. With one hand, he reached out, searching for what he assumed would be a ladder of some sort. His fingers brushed up against something cool and he grabbed onto it.

He climbed out, coughing and breathing heavily. Though his vision was still off, he spotted the man holding his taillow hostage at the far end of the room. Talos furiously beat his wings and tried to peck back in defense. Unable to suppress his anger, he growled and rushed his enemy.

Dodge.

Two forms teleported in front him, causing him to skid to a halt. One, a thin tan humanoid with darker brown armor-like plates on its torso and shoulders, held both of its spoons in one hand and pointed its free hand towards the second gray-skinned humanoid. Red vertical stripes graced the creature's biceps and forearms. Three pale yellow boney ridges ran from just above bridge of its nose to the crown of its head, its red eyes wildly from side to side looking for an escape. It thrashed around, attempting to free itself from the psychic's mental hold.

"He has been promised his freedom to be returned to his trainer if he bests you," Rico projected into the hybrid's mind, dropping the furious machoke onto the ground and squatting next to the man. "You are not to kill, merely beat into submission. I know you would rather I watch out for Talos, but I cannot go against Master's orders. True Master has not banned me from watching out for the battlers."

The psychic-type's words eased B0127's anxiety a little, but it didn't full assuage it. He crouched low, staying on the pads of his feet and fingertips, waiting for his opponent to make the first move. The fighting-type glanced back at Rico and grunted something. The vulpine faced pokémon nodded and gestured with his free hand.

The machoke charged, wildly swinging his arms without regard for finesse. The hybrid bounded out of the way, narrowly avoiding one wild punch. The fighter spun around and charged him again, readying one fist to pummel the hybrid. B0127 stood up and backpedaled away, bobbing and weaving away from every fist sent his way. Wizening up, the machoke dropped to the ground and lashed out with his foot, catching the hybrid off guard.

B0127 landed hard on his back. He lifted himself onto his elbows as the machoke lunged at him. Rolling to the side, he dodged the strike. Not going to let his quarry get away, the machoke grabbed onto the hybrid's tail. B0127 yelped and tried to stop himself from being yanked backwards by a vicious tug. Grinning maliciously, the machoke began to drag him back. He snarled as the hybrid lashed out with his hind foot and struck him in the shin. He reached down and grabbed his opponent by the throat, heaving the hybrid up over his head. With a bestial roar, the fighter slammed the hybrid viciously into the ground.

The blow left him dazed. His vision shifted in and out of focus, but a snarl above him told him the pokémon was frustrated about something. He turned his head and vaguely caught sight of Rico grasping his spoons and pointing one clawed hand at the fighting-type. Rico was giving him a momentary respite. Whether by his own pity or by command, B0127 didn't care. Fatigue was setting in and he hoped everything would just stop soon.

"Really B0127?" the scientist said dispassionately. "I know you're a better fighter than that. Maybe you just need a little motivation. Continue holding the machoke back."

Sensing danger, Talos doubled his efforts to free himself in a flurry of feathers. He viciously pecked at the scientist's other hand as he reached for him. Growling, the man none-too-gently kicked Rico and the psychic reluctantly held the struggling avian still.

The man grabbed him with his opposite hand, pinning one of the bird's wings to its body and held the taillow's head between his middle and index finger, using his thumb around the bird's backside for support. Knowing his duty was done, Rico turned away and released his hold.

"I don't know what Rico may have told you, but if you think you can intentionally lose in some misguided desire to see this machoke go free–" the man firmly grabbed Talos' free wing and bent it at an unnatural angle "–then you are sorely mistaken. "

Talos screeched in agony as the man continued to bend it over his back until he heard a faint pop.

"Don't hurt Talos!"

Ignoring the hybrid's protests, the man adjusted his grip to hold the wing at the shoulder and knuckle. A soft crack resounded as the bone snapped, followed shortly after by a second crack as the man proceeded to snap the outer alar phalange. Shrieking ever louder, Talos tried to wriggle free. The light haired man smirked and unceremoniously dropped the little taillow onto the floor. The man grinned as he pressed his boot down hard on the creature, pinning him to the floor.

"Dislocated shoulder, broken wing, I think that's fitting," the man sneered. "However, we can continue if you wish. I can keep going; he still has one good wing."

With a rage filled shout, the hybrid sprang at his captor, but Rico stepped in. With a wave of his hand, he conjured an invisible barrier between them. Snarling, the hybrid beat his fists against the barrier, fueled by rage at seeing his friend hurt.

"No! You cannot hurt Master. You will only make it worse. Fight, I will help. True Master is not as heartless, I will talk with him. He does not want a black mark on his file. Put up good fight."

It pained him to know the alakazam was right and he would have to turn his back on his companion for now. Listening to the bird's anguished tweeting made it worse, knowing Talos was crying for him to help him. Rico acknowledged him, closing his eyes and releasing his hold on the machoke.

The fighting-type lunged at his back, seeking to take the upper hand. B0127 dropped to the ground and rolled out of the way as the machoke threw an uppercut. The pokémon roared as his fist impacted the barrier, backing up a step and shaking his hand. The hybrid took the opportunity to attack from behind, pouncing up on the fighter's back and sinking his fangs into the crook of the machoke's neck.

The fighter howled, reaching around and grabbing the hybrid by the ankle. He ripped the hybrid away and threw him away. B0127 hit the concrete floor and rolled to avoid heavy injury. He stood back up and lunged at the machoke once again. The lumbering pokémon easily sidestepped the attack and retaliated with one of his own. He grappled the hybrid into a bear hug, pinning his opponent's arms to his sides, in an attempt to crush him.

His lungs felt like they were on fire as it got harder for him to breathe, but all B0127 had to do was briefly glance over and see his taillow being tortured to remember why he could not lose. He thrashed about, hissing and trying to bite the machoke's arm. His hands brushed up against the machoke's abdomen and he dug his short nails in, twisting them as he did. The machoke eased his grip and B0127 took the opportunity to wriggle free, quickly putting distance between them.

The machoke quickly examined the extent of his wounds. A small trickle of blood leaked from where several nails broke the skin, but the monstrous humanoid ignored them. Instead he rushed the hybrid with hands outstretched. Believing it to simply be a straightforward attack, B0127 spun as he sidestepped. He was caught by surprise as the machoke did the same, catching him with a heavy backhand to the upper chest that sent him sprawling to the ground. B0127 curled up to protect himself

Sensing he had the upper hand, the machoke viciously stomped kicked his prone opponent ever so closer to the pit. With one final kick, the fighting-type forced him over the edge. Content he had defeated his opponent, the machoke stepped back and turned to face the tall man and Rico.

Rico smiled deviously as he opened one eye, pointing back behind the machoke with one finger. Confused, the fighting-type turned around to find what amused the psychic so.

B0127 struggled to hoist himself up. Getting his elbows up and over the lip, he took a quick rest, thankful that Rico was true to his word in his promise of aid. He looked up as he got one knee above, right in time to catch a heel into his face. He slipped back, hanging onto the lip with one hand. His nose felt like it was burning and he could feel something running down his lips. He screamed in agony as the machoke's heel ground into his hand to crush his hand.

"Pathetic," sneered the tall man, watching the fight. He knelt down and picked up the battered bird once again. Talos squawked weakly, in too much pain to fight back as the man roughly grabbed his one good wing. "Your ineptitude will cost your pokémon his life. Maybe then you'll thi–"

"Enough! Rico!"

Without need for additional commands, Rico's eye glowed an eerie light blue. The man protested the psychic lock of his body, but Rico ignored him and gently removed the taillow from the man's grasp. Turning his attention to machoke and hybrid, the psychic blasted the fighting-type away, allowing the hybrid to slowly climb out. His task complete, he teleported back into the observation room, leaving the hybrid crumpled on the floor.

"You should not have provoked him like that in the first place nor even threatened to kill his pokémon," scolded a brown-haired researcher. Though a full head shorter than his taller colleague, he was not intimated by his fellow as a half dozen other observers left the room.

The blond haired man shrugged as Rico allowed him use of his body once again, but did nothing to hide the ire in his voice. "Just because you can't stomach it doesn't give you any right to tell me what methods to use to get results, especially when I outrank you. It was all in good fun."

"So, killing is just a game to you? I'll make a note of that for your file. I will not let you alphatize any of my charges. We have come so far in keeping them alive since the alpha projects and I will not have you jeopardize it," retorted the shorter man, pushing his square framed glasses further up his nose with one finger. He walked over and picked up Talos, cradling him in one arm. "You may outrank me, but in regards to behavioral science, you're still a pup. I am going to make the recommendation the hybrid does not attend any other training runs this week. Instead, he should spend at least the next couple of days in recreation."

The taller man grabbed the clipboard and looked disdainfully down at the notes his colleague took. He slammed the clipboard onto the desk. "This is stupid," he spat as his colleague opened the door to leave. "I actually go out there; all you do is hide behind glass and your desk."

"Maybe someone will forget to tell Rico to consider you as a master," the shorter man threatened before slamming the door behind him. Removing an envelope from the inside breast pocket of his coat, he gave it to his alakazam. "Give this tutor recommendation to Jensen as well as this status report. Meet me in Recreation Hall 4C after."

Rico bowed before taking the paper and teleporting away.

Closing Comments:

It originally was not going to go this far, but then my mind went there, and I followed.