Reborn

Written By ST4RSK1MM3R

Chapter 2 - Awakening

[Get. Out. Of. My. Home!] Latias screamed, repeatedly raking the Nidoking's face with her claws. The large Pokémon fell over backwards, it eyes turned to the distinctive swirl. She glared at the trainer, who took the wise move and retreated.

"Latias!" The Pokémon in question glanced up to see Bianca leaping over a fallen tree towards her, holding the Soul Dew in her hands tightly.

[Bianca!] Latias exclaimed in surprise, just as the girl shoved the crystal into her chest.

"It's the Soul Dew and you they are after, you need to leave, now!" She exclaimed, an explosion going off nearby. "Lorenzo's managed to keep them distracted for now, please, you need to go!"

[T-The Soul Dew!] Latias gasped. [It's cracked!]

"Get it to Ash, in Pallet Town, he can protect it!" She grabbed a Pokeball out of her backpack and tossed it into the air, revealing a Squirtle.

[But…] Latias started to protest, but Bianca placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Latias, please, get out of here. You're like a sister to me, I couldn't stand it if you got captured. Now go, for both our sakes, please?"

Latias gulped and nodded, unable to protest after that. Bianca looked down at the Squirtle at her feet. "Come on Kooper, let's help Lorenzo."

Bianca ran off, leaving Latias alone. Kooper turned to follow, but cast one sad, backwards glance and her and saluted, before following its trainer.

Latias floated there for a moment, processing it all, but another nearby explosion shook her out of her daze. She took to the sky, quickly turning invisible and heading out to sea, managing to avoid all the helicopters in the air, hovering around what was once the sanctuary. Some were civilian, news cameras looking at what was going on, but most were painted black with a large red R on the side. Team Rocket's transport and attack ships.

Suddenly, a whooshing could be heard, getting louder. Latias managed to barrel roll out of the way just in time to avoid a missile aiming for her. She spun around, finding one of the smaller helicopters bearing down on her. But how, she was invisible!

She facepalmed. Of course, thermal imaging! The same thing Annie and Oakley had used to find her! She cursed, now finding a whole swarm of helicopters surrounding her, the first one having alerted the others. How was she going to get out of this?

Latias sat up, breathing heavily. Just a dream. Just a dream, and nothing more… After she calmed herself down, she looked around at her surroundings. She was located in what appeared to be a small, bare bedroom. The walls were devoid of decoration, the only objects in the room where the bed she was sitting on and a small dresser. She shook her said to further wake herself up, and looked down at herself and almost cried out in shock. Her chest area was almost completely covered in bandages, a few drops of dried blood stained the bandages from the many cuts and scrapes. She wondered why they didn't hurt more than a dull pain, until she noticed the needle in her arm, tracing it back to a machine located next to her bed. Yep, morphine.

She sighed. With her arm hooked up to the machine like this, she couldn't really move much. So she sat there for a few minutes, just lying on the bed. Until she realized that she didn't even know where she was. She sat up with a start. So, the last thing she could remember was passing out in the forest, handing the soul dew to some wild Pokémon, telling them to get it to Pallet town. Had she been captured by Team Rocket? She glanced around the room again. This didn't seem like a Team Rocket base, but she could be wrong. So, the most likely answer was that she had been found and taken to Pallet town, most likely put in the local Pokémon center.

If that was the case, then all she could really do was wait. So she laid back on the bed and tried to get some sleep, but after about two minutes she gave up. She glanced out the window above her bed. Green fields and blue sky spread off to the horizon, a mountain range just visible in the background. She guessed it was about early morning, the sun slowly rising from the east. A flock of bird Pokémon flew toward her, passing over the building she was in. Large Pokémon could be seen slowly shambling through the field, while smaller Pokémon ran about.

She simply floated there, staring out at the peaceful tranquility of nature, and realized she had never seen so much of it in her life. The island Alto mare was situated on was small, barely even large enough to handle the city that covered most of the tiny landmass. And, being it's now sole guardian, she couldn't just go and explore the world. While there was, in fact, a lot of nature on Alto mare, it was mostly trees and flowers, with the occasional bush in there somewhere. In fact, she suddenly realized, she had never even seen grass before, other than back in the Sanctuary. The Sanctuary…

She sighed, turning away from the amazing scene outside her window. The Sanctuary, her home. What had happened to it? To Bianca, to Lorenzo, to all her little Pokémon friends? To her city? She thought back, combing over every last detail in her memory, and found that she didn't even know. Everything since she had fallen asleep the night before was one giant blur, her almost two day journey from there to here one giant blur, simply basic instincts and adrenaline keeping her going…

For the first time since it all started, she could cry. After all the action of the past days, she could finally rest, and cry. The tears began to flow, as she remembered the explosions, the fire, and the gunshots…

She sat like that for a long time, crying into her pillow.

Why her?

He was angry. He was always somewhat angry, but he had to be, in this line of work, but today was bad. One of his suppliers was taken down by the police, and that wasn't ever the worst part. Acquisition of certain assets was taking longer than expected, and the rest of his plans had to be put on hold until it was captured. He silently fumed in his dark office, waiting for news, his Persian sleeping in the corner. Of course, his office was dark for a reason. It created an intimidating atmosphere, also helped by the fact that the very few dim lights in the room were situated behind him, so that anyone who entered his office could only see his silhouette, while he could see them fine. The door slowly opened, and a grunt silently entered, while a female grunt, her lavender armband identifying her as a special operations squad leader, placed a folder on his desk.

"Sir, Unit 8 has reported losing contact with their Target in the area surrounding Pallet Town, however they believe it heavily injured and couldn't have gotten far. They lost two helicopters, but are currently working to re-establish contact."

"Remind them that I want the secondary target alive if possible, and the primary intact, or they will know what will happen." He said.

"Yes sir." She said. "Interrogation is currently in with its two defenders, a girl and a man." She continued. "While they have proven useful, most of our information is coming from decoded markings in the sanctuary itself, which Annie and Oakley have been a major help in deciphering. The full report is in the file, including all the information we have on operating the machine."

"Anything more?" He asked.

"Yes, sir. Units 3 and 4 have finished preparations and are ready to begin the assault on your orders."

This time, he smiled. "Good, inform them to begin at once. And send Unit 9 to assist Unit 8, we can't lose those assets. Is that all?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good, dismissed."

She nodded and walked out the door, the other grunt following close behind. After they left, he glanced down at the folder on his desk, glancing through some of the papers inside. Soon…

She slowly opened her eyes again. She was still on the bed, still in that bare bedroom. She was leaning against the wall, pillow clutched in her arms. She realized she had cried herself to sleep. Not for the first time, she thought sadly. But things had changed.

The needle was no longer in her arm, but due to that she could feel a slight ache in in chest area, a result of her injuries. Judging from the light coming in through the window, it was mid-afternoon. Of the same day, she couldn't tell. She stretched her arms, yawning. She wasn't sure she had ever had that deep a sleep since she could remember, although she guessed the fact she hadn't slept in three days helped.

She was hungry.

She floated out of the bed, tossing the sheets off her. She hovered in the middle of the room, going over her body to make sure that nothing was broken, and everything was working as intended.

She slowly floated out the door, looking up and down the hallway. No one there. It didn't really look like any Pokémon Center she had seen. She randomly picked a direction down the hallway, occasionally peeking into doors to see if she could find anything. Nothing of interest.

A set of stairs ended the hallway, leading down. She slowly descended down them, unsure what would find at the bottom. As it turns out, a door. She slowly opened it, finding herself surrounded by numerous large machines, all whirring and beeping. Multiple monitors spit out streams of illegible data, most of it displayed in fancy charts and graphs, all seemingly color-coded with the same bright colors. She moved on to another room, finding it much friendlier than the first one. It appeared to be an office, with a computer sitting in one corner surrounded by multiple notes stuck to all surfaces. Papers littered the ground, seemingly tossed around in a haphazard manner. A large window made up most of one of the walls, looking out over a large grassy field and a small town beyond. While she had never actually been here before, she could recognize Pallet Town from the pictures she had seen.

"You lost or something?" She turned towards to voice, but found nothing, until she looked down. A green Pokémon with a large plant-like bulb on its back sat near the window, looking at her. [Oh, yes, um…] She fidgeted, suddenly uncomfortable.

He chuckled. "You looking for Ash?"

[Oh, yes! But… where am I?] Maybe this Pokémon could help her.

"Oak's lab and Pokémon reserve, in Pallet Town. Don't worry, you're safe here." She relaxed, now that she was sure there was no threat. "The names Overgrowth, a Bulbasaur. Nice to meet you Latias."

[You know who I am?] He nodded. "Ash filled us in when you arrived. Apparently, you two have some history."

She blushed, but continued. [So you're one of Ash's Pokémon then?]

He shrugged. "Used to be. Hasn't called on me since Kanto, but I don't really mind. I'm mostly the leader around here now, keeping track of some of the younger ones, making sure they don't get eaten, ya'know?"

She nodded. [Any idea where I can find him?]

Overgrowth glanced out the window. "He was inside a few minutes ago, couldn't have gotten far. He's probably out back."

[Thanks!] She levitated out of the room, leaving the Bulbasaur behind. He just smiled and shook his head.

Wassup guys, the ST4R is back!

OK, an explanation.

For those of you new here, you can skip this, but for those coming from the first edition of Reborn, stick around.

The reason I decided to rewrite this story is because I didn't feel happy with the first few chapters, so I went about rewriting them, making them longer and better written, with more details and such, and had planned to simply replace the old chapter with the new one. However, as I was writing, I wanted to make a few edits to the overall story, but I couldn't do that with the already existing story, so I made a new one.

The reason I was gone for so long was because I was focusing on finishing my other story before going back to this one, but I got writers block, and came back.

As of now, the original Reborn is dead, and this is the one I'm going to be updating. As for updates, I hope I can update at least every few weeks at the least, but I am a very slow writer and get distracted easily, so don't count on it, and please don't beg me to update, the chapter gets done when it gets done.

Anyway, that's all for now.

Godspeed,

~ST4RSK1MM3R