Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon
This story is being continued by the help of themarveluniverse29 just like in the previous chapter. This collaboration may last until the end of the story. That's all.
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Bulbasaur aligned his faith with the trainers. I could see that from the glisten in his eyes.
As much as I would have wanted to help this lost Bulbasaur. I wouldn't be able to. There wasn't much time to spare and I still needed to go away.
I scattered from Bulbasaur to the only exit in this forest. Bulbasaur alerted his trainer when I was gone.
I ran as fast as I could, hoping the agility hadn't worn off already. There was a very thick patch of trees nearby. I went that way to lose them.
I was really going to escape. The trainer wouldn't look for me through the patch. If he did, I would be able to out maneuver him. The forest is my home. Even if I haven't been to this one. It's my home.
I was shown to be very wrong with my assumptions. The trainer just had to catch me. It helped me efficiently avoid the trainer foremost. But he got me. That Bulbasaur lifted me with those vines when I was just an inch away from those trees. I was touched by an LED red light that moved me from the world to his Pokéball.
This prison again! How dare they! Why couldn't that trainer understand that I didn't want to be stuck in battles and metal balls for the rest of my life? I needed a real life. A life full of peace and harmony. I can't live that life if I had to battle every other day!
I sat in that ball resenting the strange crossed lines and blue walls. This kind of imprisonment couldn't be for a Pokémon such as myself. I would demand the walls to at least be purple like my back. With white stripes like my belly.
My ideals of a good prison aide, the door was soon opened and I was released against another Rattata.
I couldn't fight my own kind! They don't deserve this! I panicked, I couldn't stand this trainer.
"Rattata, use Quick Attack on this wild Rattata. We're training."
I used agility. I couldn't harm my own kind.
"Rattata, run!" I called out to it.
The Rattata was really an enemy. It wanted to fight me now.
"Do you think I'm weak?" it asked in fury. I was shocked.
"No, no. I don't think you are weak at all. Listen to me, brother. All I'm saying is this battle is fruitless and we can just ignore it."
"Why should we ignore it? You're obviously going to make me one of that trainer's objects! I won't allow that to happen to me," he hissed.
I needed to reason with this my confused cousin.
"I believe in you. I believe your a good Pokémon who don't want to fight me. I can't hurt you."