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I wake up in a woman's arms. She was running away, her face plastered by the small drops of water raining down on us. She jumped over a log, and continued running. Behind her, I could hear the grunts and cries of a few dozen people.
She stopped running, and fell down. I rolled away, and started crying. She crawled to me and hugged me.
A group of people wearing the same jackets and outfits surrounded us. ''You can't escape, Jane. You're cornered.'' A man said, walking in front of us.
She clutched me tighter and glared at the man. ''I won't do it!''
''Really?'' The man asked, bemused. He wrenched me from her, and I started bawling.
''My baby!'' She cried, but two people held her down.
''What a beautiful boy,'' The man smiled menacingly, stroking my cheek. ''A shame if something happened to him.''
''You wouldn't dare.'' My mother said fearfully. ''Please, he's so young! He has his whole life ahead of him!''
''If you promise to work for us, I'll consider leaving the baby alive.'' The man stroked his chin.
''...Fine.'' She lowered her head. ''You win.''
''Excellent. But the result is still the same.'' The man raised a hand, and one of the people holding my mom gave him a pistol. He aimed it at my head.
''NO!'' She cried, but before he could pull the trigger, a bright light flashed, and I felt my body being squeezed tightly. I started crying.
''There there, Andrew.'' A voice cooed. ''Mew is here for you. You are not destined to die this early. A shame I couldn't save your mother.''
I opened my eyes, and saw some kind of pink doll. I giggled and pulled on its tail.
''Ow! A naughty one, eh?'' Mew laughed, tickling me. ''You will have a hard path ahead, young Andrew. Never give up, and keep on striving. Your destiny awaits.''
I mumbled and fell asleep in its arms.
''What a horrible fate to befall on such a young one...'' Mew sighed, before putting me down slowly on the floor, in an all too familiar house...
''Wake up, Andrew.'' A voice said. I groaned and opened my eyes. Everything was blurry and distorted, like I was looking in a circus mirror. I blinked a few times to shake the feeling off, and was surprised to see May sitting down next to me.
I tried to stand up, but May pushed me down. ''Oh no you don't. You're not leaving this bed until you have fully recovered!'' May wagged a finger.
''Aw, come on!'' I protested, wincing from the pain of my aching bones. ''I just passed out, that's all!''
''The Pokedex said you were dead. Dead, Andrew!'' Her eyes filled with tears, and she hurriedly tried to wipe them away with her sleeve.
''Well, I'm not. So your Pokedex can deal with it.'' I mumbled, before my vision tunneled.
''Andrew!'' She hugged me so tightly, I could almost see her chest. ''Stay with me, Andrew. You can do it!''
''You just pretended to be hurt so you could see May's privvies.'' Lily sighed, jumping on the bed. ''I thought you had more self control than this.''
''It's not like that!'' I said, which made May confused. ''I didn't mean to do that!''
''Keep talking, Andrew. While you're still flushing your cheeks.'' Lily said smugly.
''Shut up, please.''
''Okay, what just happened?'' May demanded. ''What is this all about?!''
''So!'' I desperately tried to change the subject. ''Am I on the dead guy's bed?''
Upon hearing her master's status, Lily bawled and started crying.
''It's okay, Lily!'' I tried to calm her down. ''Daimon's in a better pla-''
''He *sniff* took care of me when I was sick!'' She weeped. ''He always wanted what's best for me! He always...he always...GAVE ME A PRESENT ON MY BIRTHDAY!'' She burst into tears.
''It's okay! Here, if you need something to cry on, I can-'' I was interrupted when Lily jumped forward to me and cried on my shirt.
''Shh...'' I cooed her, as she kept sniffing and whimpering in my chest. May apparently came back from inspecting the dead trainer, and handed me a Pokeball.
''That's...that's Umbreon's Pokeball!'' Lily said, wiping tears from her eyes. ''But Daimon said he lost Umbreon!''
''The Pokedex also said I was dead.'' I took the ball from May's hand and released it. An Umbreon tumbled out of the ball, out cold like his trainer.
''Umbreon?!'' Lily kept poking his side, and he finally groaned.
''My head hurts...'' He mumbled, before opening his eyes. ''L-Lily? What are you doing here? And what...ow! My head...what are you doing here?''
''Well...It's a long story.'' Lily said. ''It all starts with these two.''
Umbreon gave a nod to May, but when he looked at me, he suddenly flipped onto all fours and growled at me.
''Who are you! What are you doing here! Back off from Lily!'' He yelled, eyeing me suspiciously.
''Andrew...what's going on?'' May sighed. I brought her up to speed.
''Hey, I just thought of something. Will you be that protective of me, Andrew?'' She asked me curiously, eyes sparkling like diamonds.
''Maybe?'' I replied, unsure of what to say.
Suddenly, the Umbreon tackled me to the bed, and knocked the wind out of me.
''You have ten seconds to tell me who you are, or else!'' He said.
''Umbreon! He's safe!'' Lily snapped, which earned a ''But!'' from the Eevelution, which was returned by a glare from Lily. He clamped his mouth and backed away, still looking at me suspiciously.
''Sorry, he's a little protective about me,'' Lily said apologetically. ''I'm sorry if he scared you!''
''You're apologizing?!'' Umbreon yelled. Lily looked at him without even turning her body, and he shrank back to the corner of the bed.
''No, it's okay! I can see that Umbreon really loves you!'' I said. ''I wish I could have someone like that.''
''What about me?'' May asked.
''Marbles are incapable of love.'' I dismissed. May glared at me, while Lily chuckled.
''You still haven't answered my question. Who are you?'' Umbreon asked.
''My name is Andrew, and I'm from Pallet Town. This group of people called The Followers came and injected me with something, and I'm supposedly turning into a shiny Umbreon. Painfully.'' I added.
Umbreon's mouth was catching flies. He gaped at me, opening and closing his mouth several times. Almost like me when I first took my english test years ago...
''You remind me of me so much it's disturbing.'' I shook my head. Umbreon nodded too, like he was thinking the same thing. ''Your name is Andrew too, right?''
''Yep!'' The Umbreon nodded. ''But you guys can just call me Umbreon, since its gonna be really confusing if we have two Andrews.'' We both nodded and agreed.
''So who killed Daimon?'' Lily looked at the body. It was already attracting flies, laying their eggs on the cold, lifeless flesh. I told May what was happening.
''He killed himself. Why, I don't know.'' May said, scratching her chin. ''But I do know he died by some sort of chemical used for cleaning test tubes.''
''That doesn't sound so dangerous.'' Lily looked at the bottles of chemicals lying around on the floor.
''You don't know much, do you?'' I sighed. ''Test tubes are mainly used for storing chemicals that are acidic, corrosive, poisonous or toxic. These kinds of chemicals often leave a deep impression on the inner glass. You'll need an extremely powerful solvent, such as concentrated bleach, to clean the test tubes and make sure there are no traces of any chemicals.'' I explained.
''Wow...you sure know a lot!'' Lily said. Umbreon shot me a jealous look.
''I picked it up in science class.'' I swept the blanket off, revealing my tail. It's just another sad reminder of my reality now. Umbreon stared at the thing, shocked. I ignored him and walked to Daimon. It looked pretty ordinary, standard trainer gear, white, sleeveless shirt, and boxers with pictures of ducks on them. I poked around in the pocket of the shirt, and dug out a crumpled piece of paper.
''What's this?'' I flattened the paper and began to read.
To anyone who is reading this, be warned. Stay away from The Ancient Followers. On the outside, the're just a bunch of people with a wild dream. But on the inside, corruption has spread in the community. People are researching on how to change humans because they want to use them for their devious plans. It's not the same old, happy and wistful group that I met 20 years ago. It's just another twisted, evil Team Rocket organisation. If only the boss can realize this...but after the bad guys framed me, he's lost trust in me. Me, his best friend for over 15 years. To lose trust because of a simple whisper by his commander...this isn't the Gordon I used to know. He has to realize...he has to wake up from this dilemma. I beg of you, if you are reading this...please. Save Gordon from his prison. This isn't what I pictured our organisation to be like. His frame has really changed ever since...he came.
I dropped the paper. ''So...Daimon was a member of The Followers?'' Lily asked.
''Even worse. He was the organisation's right hand man.'' I said slowly. ''So why did he kill himself? It doesn't make sense, if he wants to help this Gordon person, he should be alive! Why would he take his life before he could save Gordon...''
''Maybe he was hiding something?'' Lily asked. Umbreon snorted and laughed.
''Hold on, I think she's onto something.'' I picked up the paper again, and examined the last few lines. ''Picture...frame. Wait...picture frame!'' I quickly turned to the only picture frame in the room. It was made of decaying wood, but the photo inside of it looked completely new. I pulled it and the frame instantly crumbled, leaving me with the photo. It showed a happy family of 8, with a smiling father, and a few children. But no mother, and a boy was standing away from all of them, his hands in his pockets. He looked sad that he was even included in this photo.
''That's Daimon!'' Umbreon said, pointing to the lone boy. ''It's his first family picture day!''
''Where's the mother?'' I asked. Umbreon shifted uncomfortably. ''He didn't tell us. He just said that it was best not to know.''
Weird...was there more to Daimon's mother than meets the eye?
I turned the photo over, and was shocked to see a bunch of random writing on the back. Strange symbols filled the corners, joining to form a four point spiral around the edges. The center was a maze of rainbow colored writings, and they almost looked like a puzzle of some sort, like a picture box.
''Wow.'' May breathed. She reached out to the photo, but I slapped her hand away. ''Don't! It could be dangerous!''
May looked at me curiously, like it was the first time I was protecting her.
''Aw, you're watching out for your girlfriend!'' Lily said. ''That's so cute!''
''No!'' I yelled, my ears twitching like crazy. Umbreon noticed them too, and let out short, exaggerated breaths.
''Is that..real?!'' His gaze was fixed on my ears.
''No, it's not. It's a hologram.'' I said dryly. ''Of course it is.''
''What...are you!'' Umbreon took a step back, shaking his head furiously. ''Lily, stay away from it!''
I sniffed a little after hearing that. That was the final break to my walls, Umbreon calling me an it. All the fear, all the nervousness that was building up ever since I left Pallet Town, I let loose in her arms.
''M-May...I'm an it.'' I weeped, wiping my eyes on her sleeve. ''I want to go home! I want my mommy!''
''Umbreon.'' She glared at the Pokemon with a ferocious gaze, and he stepped back slightly. ''Apologize.''
''O-Okay!'' Umbreon trembled. He walked closer to me, still crying. ''Look, Andrew, I'm sorry I called you an it. I guess I was pretty inconsiderate, and didn't consider your feelings. So could you please forgive me?''
''There, Andrew! See?'' May patted my ears. Any more patting, and I was about to moan. ''He said sorry! Pokemon don't hate you!''
''Easy for you to say. You're normal!'' I snapped, before realizing what I said. May gasped and let go of me.
''I...I'm sorry.'' I lowered my head, ears drooping. ''I-I'll be waiting for you guys outside. Take your time.'' And I walked dejectedly out of the room.
''Wait!'' Umbreon and Lily ran after me, leaving May alone. I just walked down the hallway, ignoring everyone's shocked looks when they saw my ears and tail, and walked out of the inn, into a small garden nearby. I need some time alone.
''Well done. You just probably destroyed whatever self confidence he had left.'' I muttered. ''Why can't I do anything right...''
I really wanted to just bolt down the stairs and hug him until he feels better, but I didn't. Something about what he said, just kept bothering me.
''You're normal!'' He had accused, before walking off dejectedly. Something about how he said it...it was like he longed to be normal. I could feel the open contempt he gave me, his anger and frustration of not having a normal life. I wish I could do something to help! Anything at all!
Suddenly, I heard something rustle outside, and I turned to the window. Nothing, except a lot of open wind. I turned back to the room and almost screamed when I saw the masked figure standing on the bed.
''What the!'' I quickly backed off to the wall. ''What are you doing here?!''
The figure calmly stepped off the bed, unmasking...herself?
''We need to talk.'' She said in a steely tone. She gestured to the calm clearing surrounding the inn, and jumped out the window. ''Meet me at the giant oak tree!'' And with that, she vanished like money in a gambler's den. I quickly scrambled on some clothes, not caring at the time to dress up properly, and shoved my ribbon in my hair. It hung there loosely, and kept blocking my view. I quickly rushed out of the inn, and into the clearing.
''Who are you?'' I asked suspiciously, still not deciding whether she was trustworthy or not.
She laughed like she didn't hear my question. ''Wow, you're a mess when you are stressed.''
''You're not answering the question!''
''Wow, that ribbon is so cute!'' She said, pointing a finger at my ribbon and looking amazed.
I blushed. ''Really? Hey, wait a minute! Don't change the subject!''
She rested her back on the bare wood. ''Who am I? I'm just a loyal member of the Ancient Followers. Nothing much.'' She shrugged.
''Wait...you are...one of them?!'' I trembled. ''Andr-'' I caught myself before I said his name.
''Ever wondered why the first person you called was Andrew?'' The woman tossed me a devious grin. ''You must have felt something towards him, did you?''
''No!'' I flapped my hands uselessly, trying to calm my burning face.
''Love is a strange thing, May Belle.'' She laughed, pulling out an envelope from her coat. ''But Andrew is different.''
''I'll never tell you where he is!'' I yelled.
She looked at me with amusement. ''I have not even given you a request or demand in any way, and yet you still assume I intent to ask this?''
I blushed and fiddled with my fingers.
''Well, now that we've introduced ourselves, we should focus on the topic now.'' She brought her hands closer together. ''Andrew is dying.''
The words swamped in my head, making my brain think of a thousand different outcomes.
''He's infected with a Trojan. In computer language, it's a virus. We call it a Trojan because it is just a diversion; A prototype, if you prefer to call it that. It works, but it also does something to his mind.''
I wanted to walk away now, just pretend she never existed, but I had to know more. ''What?''
''In simple terms, he will start getting younger in age. Does he cry a lot?''
I nodded slowly.
''Then the first stage has already completed. Soon he'll be a childish six year old that is full of innocence. And he'll probably be a full fledged Umbreon by then. He'll also start to get...'puppyish impulses'.
''Huh?'' I got the feeling she didn't mean that Andrew was just going to bark like a dog.
''He'll start acting more like a cute puppy. He'll pretty much start chewing on bones and wanting to play fetch with you. Maybe at a later stage, he would bring you newspapers every morning.'' I heard a slight tinge of amusement in her tone.
''It's not funny. How can I help him!'' I demanded, shoving her into the tree. She grunted and laughed at the same time.
''Easy. Just bring him to us. We can help him change.'' She said slyly. She sounded so convincing, I almost wanted to tell her where Andrew was. But something in my heart tugged at me to resist.
''No! I won't tell you anything!'' I shook my head.
She slowly lifted my arms off her chest. ''Well, I was hoping for a better outcome,'' She sounded genuinely sad. ''But I guess I'll have to let you decide. Take this.'' And she passed the envelope to me. ''This is where our headquarters are at. Open it, if you wish.'' She waved her hand politely.
''Thanks, but I'll pass.'' I said, pocketing the envelope. I made a promise, there and then, to never even touch that envelope again.
''I'm sure you'll change your mind.'' She walked away, leaving me alone under the tree. ''Also, did I mention that once Andrew turns into a six year old, he will never regain his years?''
She let that comment hang in the air, like an ominous prayer.
''And one more thing!'' She suddenly turned to me. ''It would be a shame if Andrew knew about Randy, would he now?''
''You wouldn't dare!'' I trembled. I thought she was a joke until she mentioned...him. ''You wouldn't!''
''I would, May. See you at headquarters!'' She laughed, waving me goodbye. I felt so angry, so...helpless. I wanted to take out the envelope and just tear it, and never speak of this again. But if Andrew knew about Randy...no! I can't betray him! But is it much better than him knowing? I was torn between betraying him and keeping my secret, something I've never told anyone for so long...
''There's no damn paddle.'' I muttered, walking back to the inn, my pocket getting heavier with every step. ''If only I could blast the creek with a rocket...''
''What's this about a son?!'' James demanded, wrenching the box from Lucy's shaky hands.
''I..I remember! Andrew...Andrew!'' She cried, grabbing James' coat. ''He's my son! I have to find him! Those sons of Muks kidnapped my baby!''
''Wait wait! Slow down, and talk slowly.'' James cooed, comforting the crying mother. She actually looked really beautiful, why didn't James notice this before?
''My...baby! I don't know how, or why, but I know he's my son!'' Lucy sniffed. ''It's like this giant gap in my memory, and everytime I keep poking at it, it keeps pushing me away!''
''So...what are you going to do now?'' James asked softly. Lucy was silent for a long time.
''I'm going to find a cure.'' She said finally. ''I don't care if I get killed for this. I have to try and save my son!''
''I'm helping.'' James nodded. ''Whether you like it or not.''
''Really?'' She looked at James, eyes sparkling with hope. ''You would do that for me?''
With that beautiful face and those seductive eyes, James would probably jump in a volcano for her. How did he not notice her beauty before? A nagging sensation tugged at the back of his head, but he shook it away.
''He's connected to me too. I can feel it!'' James clenched a hand. ''I want to know more about my past. And Andrew seems like the exact person that can fill in the gaps.''
''You're not afraid of dying?'' She teased lightly. ''I would have thought you ran away at the first sign of a fight.''
''I still will.'' James admitted. ''But I won't run away from a goal. And mine is to find a cure, no matter what.''
They both looked at the laboratory, stuffed with different chemicals, microscopes and supercomputers.
''Maybe you're not so bad.'' Lucy said softly. James shot her a lopsided grin. ''I'm always bad. But I do know something I'm good at.''
''Don't finish that.'' She stood up slowly. ''We're racing against time, and the Followers. Up for it?'' She extended a hand.
James planted the most critical chemical in the formula: Determination. ''I am.''
And he shook it.
All done!
Remember Andrew? What's going to happen to him at the garden? Will that change his opinion on everything? Who's Randy? Will May choose to hide her secret, or betray her friend? I like all these questions! XD
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