His plan started off tame. He decided to expose pokemon for the savages they were. Like a human hating all dogs, due to an irrational fear, Carmine had learnt to hate pokemon through his own experiences, through fear.
He studied wild pokemon carefully. Many people who passed him thought he was studying to be a pokemon professor. He jotted down notes in a worn notepad, labelling his findings as; 'Survival of the fittest.' The first savage act he witness, aside from 'the incident', was a few pidgey, picking on a caterpie.
He hid himself in a nearby bush, taking down his notes; his proof. He wished he had a camera. The pidgey were pecking at the caterpie's body, viciously. Carmine would have felt sorry for the insect, if he didn't loathe its race.
The pecks became more ferocious, gust attacks were launched from the fellow pidgey to help bring the caterpie down. The poor creature was squealing, perhaps for help. None came.
After a few more minutes, the caterpie rolled over onto it's back, knocked out. Carmine witnessed the pidgeys tear at the flesh, not even bothering to kill the bug first. More proof of their ferocity.
For a few weeks, that was the only proof Carmine could find. Having stolen a camera, he took endless pictures for his notebook. He didn't even stop to think that humans did the exact same. Slaughtered pokemon and animals just for meat to feed themselves, just as the pokemon were doing. All he saw were vicious attacks of cruelty, committed by those he deemed not worthy enough to roam the earth. Perhaps if he had the right guidance, he would have seen the error of his thoughts. But his only guidance had been taken away from him, brutally murdered, by those he now hated.
It seemed that most of his 'proof' was based on what he had witnessed and it wasn't thought through properly.
He, many years later, tried to sell his photographical evidence to a local newspaper, but they had just laughed in his face. The things he had seen were portrayed, by him, as beasts destroying each other and the world, but others just shrugged it off as what is was. The nature of pokemon.
Many tried to explain that he was no better by killing and eating pokemon too. The information just sailed over Carmine's head, anger overtaking him. A few glanced at the pictures he had taken of pokemon fighting, and shot him a worried look. "That's what pokemon are for," A kindly woman tried to explain. "Trainers use them to fight. Become the best."
"But why?" He had responded. "Why does anybody want to make them any more ferocious? Why is everybody condoning the violence, the corruption?" No-one had a feasible answer to give him.
Enraged by the lack of support, and growing more animosity for the pokemon race as the days went by and his 'proof' mounted up, Carmine decided to take matters in his own hands. No longer would these foul creatures destroy the earth with their elemental attacks, their power to cause natural disasters. No longer would they attack freely, kill one another or any other humans. He, Carmine Vasseur, would do something about it.
The sad thing was, he actually thought he was doing the world a favour.
Short and…. Well, not sweet, but it was the conclusion of his corrupt ways. My original copy was a lot more gory, going into the horror scenes in detail, so I changed it to keep it tame.
Yes, this part of my plot is still lame, but, please, bear with. I have many more plans that are a lot more thought out, I was just kinda stuck with this idea. So, please keep being loyal, just to see if Kelsie ever reunites with her typhlosion lol.
Oh, and off course, you have to see if Scott ever frees the pokemon. That's his plan (and why he accepted to work on the 'super pokemon', if it wasn't clear)… for now :)