Unova

It was one of the most secret places in all of Unova. If one wanted to go there they would first have to navigate through Pinwheel forest where they would come across what looked to be an ordinary out of order public toilet. But if one had the key, they would find themselves not in a grimy toilet, but in what looked to be a tiny lobby in a 5 star hotel, composing of a mini chandelier, fancy wallpaper, Ming vases exploding with tulips and 2 priceless paintings with one showing a dessert and the other showing a snowy mountain.

At the end of this tiny room was a lift door. Had an uninvited guest pressed the button it would send a 100,000 volt charge from an electrical panel vaporizing them instantly. But the woman who had pressed this button was no intruder. Her name, fingerprint and DNA profile was in the database and the computer accepted this, as it opened the doors to show a lift with a giant mirror, gold railings and a red carpet.

The woman was short, she had blonde hair, a hat the size of an ocean liner, wore sunglasses that were 50 times too big for her face, and wore a plain suit a mother would wear to her least favourite son's funeral.

When the lift doors opened again, she entered a world of complete anarchy. The air was overwhelming, as the smells of smoke, steam, mowed grass, gym socks, electricity, ice along with countless others punched the woman's' nose.

The sound was so loud that the woman was immediately deafened. The sounds of screaming, the bells and of the wild cries pierced her ears. People of all shapes and sizes, ranging from hobos from the street, to people born and raised in luxury were all there.

To one side there was a hole in the wall eating area that served food for pennies and tasted extremely good had it not given you at least 10 diseases and 10 kilos in weight.

Right in the middle of the room was a large hole where 2 Pokémon were fighting. But this was no gym battle or trainer battle on route 12. No. This was a dirty, illegal battle where people place bets on which Pokémon would win. Betting on Pokémon battles would result in a small slap on the wrist. But this is more than just your Pokémon bets. The Pokémon themselves had undergone some 'upgrades'. Right now there was a scraggy that had steel knuckles welded to his hands fighting an excadrill with its hands replaced with a machete. The floor they were fighting in was covered in blood, various organs and other things that the woman didn't want to know nor did she care to know.

She walked past all the men and woman that were all clutching fistfuls of money screaming at the top of their lungs until she got to a man in a suit that he would wear to his favourite daughter's wedding.

"Amanda" The man said opening his arms sounding like everyone's favourite uncle. "How are you doing? Are you in good shape? How has life been since you left team plasma?"

Amanda scowled at this. "I'm fine Lucas, thank you." She said through gritted teeth. "And don't worry about me, I already got a job and all that."

"I heard you have one of the 'experiments' of Team Plasma" Lucas said with a used car salesman grin

"Yes. I do" Amanda said yawning, while withdrawing a master ball from her handbag to present it to Lucas.

"Subject #50." Lucas said grimly "I didn't hear much but from what I heard your old boss had treated this thing horribly for almost 15 years."

"I know as much as you do." Amanda said "But as for the rumour for what it can do. Is correct."

Lucas opened his mouth, but a large bell chimed as people roared in celebration. The two people turned to see that the scraggy had won the battle, heavy wounded and scarred. Holding the head of the dead excadrill. The owner of the scraggy, a snobby blond man withdrew the scraggy with his poke ball and tossed it to a nurse with an eye patch who promptly healed it up.

"Well ladies and gentlemen. After that fine performance it seems like our Mr Damon R.T.L Pud…" Lucas said before he was interrupted by several loud groans from the losers. Lucas immediately raised up a hand for silence glaring at everyone in the room, and like children the room fell silent as Lucas continued. "Anyway. We have a special guest, Miss Amanda. Let us begin"

Amanda walked briskly to a small balcony that overlooked the small battle arena while Damon, a man who Amanda knew was the 5th or 6th richest man in the world, stood on the other. She opened the master ball to reveal what looked to be an ordinary Dewott. The entire audience erupted into laughter as everyone placed their bets on their betting cards and handed their money to the attendants.

Nobody noticed the Dewott seemed to be talking to the Scraggy. That is except for Amanda who clutched her handbag closer to her, trying to ignore the laughter that surrounded her.

"Let the battle begin!" Lucas cried as the audience let out a loud cheer, expecting a short quick battle.

Everything happened so fast, so quick that it was over before it began. The scraggy lunged for the Dewott it's steel knuckles gleaming in the light. Then the dewott shifted suddenly until it turned into a yamask. A ghost type, immune it scraggy's fighting type attacks. Then Amanda threw a large metal canister into the air, before jumping into the arena pit. The canister was airborne for less than a second, but in that time the yamask shifted into an emolga who immediately fired a large lightning bolt sending a giant cloud of a colourless gas to fill the room.

"What the?" Lucas cried while coughing his lungs out. "What's going on…"

Then Lucas collapsed to the floor writhing in pain. He was in so much pain that nothing else mattered. It felt as if all the bones in his body had decided to rearrange themselves. He felt his skin was ripping apart as pins and needles were piercing every square inch of it. Then Lucas felt an immense pain in his chest and hands. In his pain he looked down to see in horror that metal spikes were growing out of them, and he barley registered the fact that he had blue fur.

The man let out a howl as he felt as if he jaw was about to be ripped off, as he felt a nuzzle develop. Lucas closed his eyes. Soon it was all over.

Lucas flickered his eyes. His senses seemed to have been dialled up to 11. Every single noise he heard from everyone's heartbeat to the sound of the ice cream machine registered in his mind. His nose was murdered by the smell of blood, sweat and who knows what else. Lucas looked down in horror to see that he was no longer a human. But a Pokémon. A Lucario.

"So. It all passed with flying colours."

Lucas looked up to see an emolga, the scaggy with the steel knuckles and Amanda hovering in mid-air. Lucas looked around to see in horror that everyone had been turned into a pokemon. Damon had been turned into a Bisharp, the man nearest to him had turned into a scizor and the nurse had turned into an audino.

"For too long, humans had mistreated pokemon." The emolga said "But I have been given a gift. A gift that lets me turn into a pokemon."

At this the emolga shifted to a greninja, to a gallade to a primarina and back to an emolga.

"Now it is time for humanity to face judgement!" Amanda cried as she shifted into a Zoroark.

"Please don't hurt us!" Lucas cried

The emolga turned to look at Lucas with keen interest. "I'm not going to hurt you." But at this he let out a large electrical shock. Immediately every pokeball burst as its inhabitant escaped to witness the scene where they saw their owner transformed. Lucas didn't need to turn his head to know that his Lucario is standing right behind him, and even if his 'aura sencincing' was all greek to him, he knew that his Lucario was very angry and very happy at the same time.

"But they will." The emolga said with glee, as all the mistreated pokemon went up to their terrified former owners.