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I do not own Pokemon, or Gamefreak, I wish I did though.

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Chapter 3:

Disappointment

It had been a few weeks since 1981184's hatching. He been growing at quite a surprising rate, and mastering his abilities quite well. Anton had graphed 1981184's speed, strength, mind-power, and endurance to that of an average Riolu.

The difference of abilities had been quite large. His creation could run, push, pull, withstand, and solve mind-bending problems almost three times greater than a normal Riolu.

Once again, Anton was testing his creation's speed and listened to the rhythmic beat from the heart monitor, which was hooked up to his creation, and the viscous bark of the grey, wolf-ish Pokemon, Mightyana.

Merely a little... encouragement, for his young Riolu.

And Anton was determined to push 1981184's limits.

The silver Riolu heard a grinding on gears as the chain that held back Mightyana was lengthened by a few feet, and he noticed that his speed was increasing to 30 miles per hour, with Mightyana halfway up the short treadmill. This wasn't normal, usually Anton would keep the settings all the same, why was he changing this?
Then he felt something snap his tail, and his small body was dragged back, then thrashed around like a little chew toy. He yelled in panic, not sure of what to do. Anton-sama wasn't commanding a stop, why?

"Well?! What are you waiting for?! Fight Back!" The scientist yelled, watching the Riolu with slight disappointment.

That look shot fear into 1981184.

The Riolu released a small growl, staring at his foe. He breathed, trying to calm down. He curved in his back, managing to bite Mightyana's forehead with pitiful teeth.

The wolf-like Pokemon didn't even flinch. With this, 1981184 drew back his paw, and slamed it into Mightyena's skull with quite a bit of force. The Pokemon releaed him, and he landed on the ground, feet first.
The Riolu was ridged from the sudden Glare of hate from his foe, and Mightyena Tackled him, and grabbed him by the yellow fur around his neck. He wriggled in the beast's grip, being turned toward Anton.

"1981184, What the hell was that?" The scientist scolded, the hate in his voice.

"I'm sorry, Anton-sama, I'm sorry! I- I panicked, an- and I didn't know what to do! An- And-" The Riolu tried to explain, only to be disrupted.

"SILENCE!" The Scientist yelled. "I think this is enough training for today, but, Mightyena, you have full permission to punish him however and whenever please, until he can defeat you on his own."

Anton had not designed him for such action. Was his creation was flawed? Probably so. He had to disrupt that, now did he? He had darken his Riolu's soul.