Giovanni tried three times total on different days to get Kevin to open his
beltbox through his Scyther. If the box were at least unlocked, a metal arm
within the chamber, controlled by the Rockets standing around the
computers, could reach down and hold it open past Kevin's strength as the
others snatched the balls within until it was empty. At least, that was
Giovanni's intention. Each time, though, Giovanni gave the order, Kevin
would resist until he knocked himself unconscious and Giovanni would have
to come back later to try again.
However, Kevin could feel himself weakening at every command. He knew that sooner or later, he would lose total command to his Scyther counterpart from the Hypnosis effect, as the control effect from the attack began to seep into Kevin's mind at a slow rate. While Giovanni could control Kevin when orders were given in capturing wild Pokémon and fighting trainer battles, Giovanni could not control a command that was against the trainer's will. Yet.
Kevin had another plan, though. He knew that a guard would come in to watch Kevin within the glass chamber. If Kevin were to plot something and the guard noticed it, the Psychic blast could be given manually to "punish for bad behavior." However, the guard always left the room for a lunch break or a rest in the barracks, when another guard would come in to take his place. There was a period of time, though, that Kevin was not watched when the guards would switch places.
As soon as the guard left for his lunch break, Kevin took action. Summoning as much physical strength as he could muster from him and his controlled Scyther, Kevin raised his closed fist and began to pummel the beltbox on his waist. Blow after blow, Kevin hit it, until his hand began to feel sore from the continuous beating on metal and his waist began feeling pain from the beltbox as it was smashed against it.
Finally, just a few seconds before the second guard came in to do his turn of guard duty, Kevin heard a *crunch* noise. Curious if he had done it, he unlocked it and tried opening it. His satisfaction was fulfilled as he could not even open it himself. He had succeeded in jamming it closed. Seeing that his plan had worked, he quickly locked it and got in his usual "ready" position just as the guard came in.
An hour later, Giovanni showed up once again. "So, how fares my Pokémon today?" he asked once again. Kevin could tell that he held more interest in "his hybrid" than in any other Pokémon.
Kevin, since he no longer was bound to his Loyalty, answered, "I fare as much as any Pokémon you own… Mistreated."
Giovanni ignored the insult. "Well, I'm going to own a lot more after today. Cevan," he ordered, "open your beltbox."
This time Kevin did not resist. Giovanni grinned as Kevin's hand reached down and unlocked it. "Now, Rockets!" he yelled.
The metal arm shot down from the ceiling above and reached for the lid of the box. It grabbed a hold of it and pulled. However, the arm failed to even budge the lid of the beltbox.
Giovanni's face suddenly formed a frown. "What? How is the box itself resisting?" he walked over to the manual Psychic blast button. "You must be using some psychic technique to keep it closed… In that case, you won't be able to resist this!" he pressed the button and watched as Kevin shuddered down slightly from the blast.
Still, the metal arm failed to even budge the lid. "Guess again, Giovanni," Kevin said after recovering enough strength from the blast. "While your guard was out, I punched my box until it got jammed. Now neither you nor I can get to my Pokémon, even if it is unlocked. Not even if you order my Scyther to use Strength to open it, the attempt will fail.
Giovanni was furious. Raising a now closed fist, he slammed it hard on the button to activate a completely stronger Psychic blast in Kevin's helmet.
"Aaaahh!!" Kevin screamed as it seemed to tear through his mind like several razor blades. He collapsed to the floor from the pain.
"Well, you accomplished something that I never saw coming," Giovanni said fiercely to Kevin. "I hope you're happy, because now, even if I ever thought about it, I will never let you be free!" Giovanni then turned to the Rockets standing around. "You five here! Stand guard and watch Kevin closely. If he ever does so much as talk back to you, discipline him!"
Kevin never had less than five guards watching him at a time from then on.
* * *
Kevin's controlled state in Team Rocket was actually somewhat helping Kevin learn new things. Other than that, Kevin was only grateful that they had not used him to steal Pokémon from other trainers yet. Among some of the new things, Giovanni had taught him the technique of the attack called Rollout.
"Rollout?" Kevin had asked when he first heard of the move.
"Yes, rollout," Giovanni replied. "It's a continuous attack that lasts for a certain time, as long as you hit your target."
"But why teach me it when you know I'm rebellious?" Kevin also asked.
"Because, I know that you can't get away."
That was the same answer Giovanni gave to Kevin every time Kevin was taught something new. Giovanni also taught Kevin two other attacks: Conversion2 and Fury Cutter. However, when Conversion2 was taught to Kevin, he felt a change in him, as if something was merging with it. Experimenting with it when with Giovanni, both of them discovered that Kevin could change into any type he wished at any time, whether it be single like a grass-type or dual like a water/ice-type. Also, while under control of Giovanni, Kevin's special skills had improved so dramatically that he was sometimes considered a "Dragonair impersonator," simply because of the fact that he could cause the immediate air around himself to change to a certain type, whether it was ice, electric, or fire. Kevin could even cause a gun-like figure to materialize out of the air. It could be ice for a Ice Beam attack, or it could be a flaming rifle for a Fire Blast. Kevin's Fire skills had enhanced, too; he could now cause himself to engulf in flames with a modified Fire Blast to dash toward his opponent and do a fierce tackle that could potentially burn the opponent severly.
However, this did not make Kevin happy, as it meant that he could now defeat trainers faster than ever before in Giovanni's Gym battles. Kevin had been under Giovanni's control for two weeks now, and Kevin was beginning to feel desperate.
:Am I stuck like this forever? Forced even against my will to do Giovanni's bidding as a Pokémon?: Kevin thought. :Funny… I never thought one could feel so alone when they heard voices in their head. If only I could control Cevan in my mind!:
Meanwhile, Kevin could hear the conversation go on between several guards. "Heh, did I ever mention the one time I took down a police officer?" one Rocket said.
"Don't even get started, Mill," another said. "You said that five times already in the same week! Besides, my story of stealing a Scyther was better!"
"You never mentioned that one, Bute," a third said. "How difficult was it?"
"Ahh, wasn't too hard to do, all I did was bump into him 'accidentally.' He dropped it, and I switched it quickly with an empty one."
As the men laughed, Kevin felt his blood boil. :Grr…: he thought. :The nerve of that guy, talking about this in front of the Lost Trainer! If only I could take my blades across his…:
Kevin suddenly stopped in mid-thought. :My blades! Of course!: Kevin felt like an acorn had bonked him on the head and jarred his memory. :I feel so stupid! All this time, I had forgotten about my blades!: His blades were hidden behind his wings, so only he knew where they were. Not even Giovanni new about them, even when observing from battle, as Kevin's Sheathes were tight against his back and the same color as the War Machine he wore.
:Perhaps…: Kevin thought, :perhaps I can use my blades to escape. It's only sensitive to me, so it wouldn't be sensitive to my blades!: Kevin thought about the shape of his helmet. :Dang, there's no way I can get it off with my blades without slashing myself… guess I'll have to do it the dramatic way!:
Kevin unsheathed his blades. One guard, who was facing Kevin, saw what he was doing. "Huh? What the…" he said aloud. The other guards turned to look what Kevin was doing. "Where did those come from?"
Kevin was already bringing back one of his blades, which he was hoping to smash the glass in front of him, when they all realized what he was doing. Quickly looking at each other, every one of them nodded and made a mad dash for the button.
However, Kevin nearly brought down his blade onto the glass when he noticed it started to shimmer. :Huh?: He wondered. He brought the blade back down to look at both. They both held a small glow before it faded away.
Kevin thought it was just his eyesight. Raising it again, he nearly crashed it down on the glass when he was distracted by the blades glowing once again. However, the glow came faster than before. Once again, it faded. Kevin wondered if it was wise to hesitate like this, as the guards had now reached the chamber walls, when the blades glowed again, much quicker than before.
Soon, Kevin's blades began to give the impression of a faint lighthouse, as it glowed and dimmed in timed intervals. One guard finally reached the button and pressed it with all his might. However, the Rocket did not receive the intended reaction he wanted from Kevin. Instead of writhing from pain, he just stood there.
What the…? Kevin suddenly heard Cevan say. Huh? What happened?
Cevan! Kevin suddenly felt a rush of relief. Stunned nearly as he was to hear Cevan speak again, he was too happy to notice it. You're back!
Well, of course I am! It's just… umm, where are we exactly?
Don't worry about it right now, Cevan! Just get the attacks ready! he ordered. We have to get out of this suit!
* * *
Giovanni was finishing some paperwork involving the win-loss records of his gym when his radio desk suddenly shouted out, "Giovanni! We have trouble!"
Giovanni immediately recognized it as one of the guards in the War Machine room that watched over Kevin. Reaching quickly over to the button to activate the radio, he asked, "What seems to be the matter?"
"It's Kevin!" the guard shouted. "He pulled out his diamond blades from nowhere and we went to stop him, but the suit… it's not responding! I don't understand what's going on!" the guard suddenly stopped for a moment. "Giovanni! I have a feeling that he's regaining control of his whole form!"
Giovanni immediately dropped his pen that he was holding in his other hand. "Impossible! How can this be?"
"I think it's his blades," the Rocket shouted. "Somehow… with them equipped, he's regaining control!" at that moment, Giovanni heard in the background the shout of explosion. "Aah! Giovanni! Do something! He's causing himself to… to… aaaahhh!!!" The scream of the guard was the last to be heard as a blast, followed by the noise of shattering glass and twisting metal brought the radio from the War Machine to silence.
Giovanni jumped out of his seat and stared at the radio for a few seconds. Confusion filled his mind in that brief moment before rage took its place. Giovanni immediately hit the 'all-coms' button. "All Rockets in the base!" he yelled loudly. "Kevin is attempting to escape, somehow by other means! Report to the War Machine and stop Kevin! I repeat! Report to the War Machine and stop Kevin! This is top-priority!!"
Giovanni let go of the button. :Perhaps…: he pondered for a moment.
Pulling a key from a hidden pocket inside of his suit coat, he unlocked a drawer on his desk. Giovanni grabbed the Pokéball with gold tracing on the edges where the ball was closed and dashed out of the office.
However, Kevin could feel himself weakening at every command. He knew that sooner or later, he would lose total command to his Scyther counterpart from the Hypnosis effect, as the control effect from the attack began to seep into Kevin's mind at a slow rate. While Giovanni could control Kevin when orders were given in capturing wild Pokémon and fighting trainer battles, Giovanni could not control a command that was against the trainer's will. Yet.
Kevin had another plan, though. He knew that a guard would come in to watch Kevin within the glass chamber. If Kevin were to plot something and the guard noticed it, the Psychic blast could be given manually to "punish for bad behavior." However, the guard always left the room for a lunch break or a rest in the barracks, when another guard would come in to take his place. There was a period of time, though, that Kevin was not watched when the guards would switch places.
As soon as the guard left for his lunch break, Kevin took action. Summoning as much physical strength as he could muster from him and his controlled Scyther, Kevin raised his closed fist and began to pummel the beltbox on his waist. Blow after blow, Kevin hit it, until his hand began to feel sore from the continuous beating on metal and his waist began feeling pain from the beltbox as it was smashed against it.
Finally, just a few seconds before the second guard came in to do his turn of guard duty, Kevin heard a *crunch* noise. Curious if he had done it, he unlocked it and tried opening it. His satisfaction was fulfilled as he could not even open it himself. He had succeeded in jamming it closed. Seeing that his plan had worked, he quickly locked it and got in his usual "ready" position just as the guard came in.
An hour later, Giovanni showed up once again. "So, how fares my Pokémon today?" he asked once again. Kevin could tell that he held more interest in "his hybrid" than in any other Pokémon.
Kevin, since he no longer was bound to his Loyalty, answered, "I fare as much as any Pokémon you own… Mistreated."
Giovanni ignored the insult. "Well, I'm going to own a lot more after today. Cevan," he ordered, "open your beltbox."
This time Kevin did not resist. Giovanni grinned as Kevin's hand reached down and unlocked it. "Now, Rockets!" he yelled.
The metal arm shot down from the ceiling above and reached for the lid of the box. It grabbed a hold of it and pulled. However, the arm failed to even budge the lid of the beltbox.
Giovanni's face suddenly formed a frown. "What? How is the box itself resisting?" he walked over to the manual Psychic blast button. "You must be using some psychic technique to keep it closed… In that case, you won't be able to resist this!" he pressed the button and watched as Kevin shuddered down slightly from the blast.
Still, the metal arm failed to even budge the lid. "Guess again, Giovanni," Kevin said after recovering enough strength from the blast. "While your guard was out, I punched my box until it got jammed. Now neither you nor I can get to my Pokémon, even if it is unlocked. Not even if you order my Scyther to use Strength to open it, the attempt will fail.
Giovanni was furious. Raising a now closed fist, he slammed it hard on the button to activate a completely stronger Psychic blast in Kevin's helmet.
"Aaaahh!!" Kevin screamed as it seemed to tear through his mind like several razor blades. He collapsed to the floor from the pain.
"Well, you accomplished something that I never saw coming," Giovanni said fiercely to Kevin. "I hope you're happy, because now, even if I ever thought about it, I will never let you be free!" Giovanni then turned to the Rockets standing around. "You five here! Stand guard and watch Kevin closely. If he ever does so much as talk back to you, discipline him!"
Kevin never had less than five guards watching him at a time from then on.
* * *
Kevin's controlled state in Team Rocket was actually somewhat helping Kevin learn new things. Other than that, Kevin was only grateful that they had not used him to steal Pokémon from other trainers yet. Among some of the new things, Giovanni had taught him the technique of the attack called Rollout.
"Rollout?" Kevin had asked when he first heard of the move.
"Yes, rollout," Giovanni replied. "It's a continuous attack that lasts for a certain time, as long as you hit your target."
"But why teach me it when you know I'm rebellious?" Kevin also asked.
"Because, I know that you can't get away."
That was the same answer Giovanni gave to Kevin every time Kevin was taught something new. Giovanni also taught Kevin two other attacks: Conversion2 and Fury Cutter. However, when Conversion2 was taught to Kevin, he felt a change in him, as if something was merging with it. Experimenting with it when with Giovanni, both of them discovered that Kevin could change into any type he wished at any time, whether it be single like a grass-type or dual like a water/ice-type. Also, while under control of Giovanni, Kevin's special skills had improved so dramatically that he was sometimes considered a "Dragonair impersonator," simply because of the fact that he could cause the immediate air around himself to change to a certain type, whether it was ice, electric, or fire. Kevin could even cause a gun-like figure to materialize out of the air. It could be ice for a Ice Beam attack, or it could be a flaming rifle for a Fire Blast. Kevin's Fire skills had enhanced, too; he could now cause himself to engulf in flames with a modified Fire Blast to dash toward his opponent and do a fierce tackle that could potentially burn the opponent severly.
However, this did not make Kevin happy, as it meant that he could now defeat trainers faster than ever before in Giovanni's Gym battles. Kevin had been under Giovanni's control for two weeks now, and Kevin was beginning to feel desperate.
:Am I stuck like this forever? Forced even against my will to do Giovanni's bidding as a Pokémon?: Kevin thought. :Funny… I never thought one could feel so alone when they heard voices in their head. If only I could control Cevan in my mind!:
Meanwhile, Kevin could hear the conversation go on between several guards. "Heh, did I ever mention the one time I took down a police officer?" one Rocket said.
"Don't even get started, Mill," another said. "You said that five times already in the same week! Besides, my story of stealing a Scyther was better!"
"You never mentioned that one, Bute," a third said. "How difficult was it?"
"Ahh, wasn't too hard to do, all I did was bump into him 'accidentally.' He dropped it, and I switched it quickly with an empty one."
As the men laughed, Kevin felt his blood boil. :Grr…: he thought. :The nerve of that guy, talking about this in front of the Lost Trainer! If only I could take my blades across his…:
Kevin suddenly stopped in mid-thought. :My blades! Of course!: Kevin felt like an acorn had bonked him on the head and jarred his memory. :I feel so stupid! All this time, I had forgotten about my blades!: His blades were hidden behind his wings, so only he knew where they were. Not even Giovanni new about them, even when observing from battle, as Kevin's Sheathes were tight against his back and the same color as the War Machine he wore.
:Perhaps…: Kevin thought, :perhaps I can use my blades to escape. It's only sensitive to me, so it wouldn't be sensitive to my blades!: Kevin thought about the shape of his helmet. :Dang, there's no way I can get it off with my blades without slashing myself… guess I'll have to do it the dramatic way!:
Kevin unsheathed his blades. One guard, who was facing Kevin, saw what he was doing. "Huh? What the…" he said aloud. The other guards turned to look what Kevin was doing. "Where did those come from?"
Kevin was already bringing back one of his blades, which he was hoping to smash the glass in front of him, when they all realized what he was doing. Quickly looking at each other, every one of them nodded and made a mad dash for the button.
However, Kevin nearly brought down his blade onto the glass when he noticed it started to shimmer. :Huh?: He wondered. He brought the blade back down to look at both. They both held a small glow before it faded away.
Kevin thought it was just his eyesight. Raising it again, he nearly crashed it down on the glass when he was distracted by the blades glowing once again. However, the glow came faster than before. Once again, it faded. Kevin wondered if it was wise to hesitate like this, as the guards had now reached the chamber walls, when the blades glowed again, much quicker than before.
Soon, Kevin's blades began to give the impression of a faint lighthouse, as it glowed and dimmed in timed intervals. One guard finally reached the button and pressed it with all his might. However, the Rocket did not receive the intended reaction he wanted from Kevin. Instead of writhing from pain, he just stood there.
What the…? Kevin suddenly heard Cevan say. Huh? What happened?
Cevan! Kevin suddenly felt a rush of relief. Stunned nearly as he was to hear Cevan speak again, he was too happy to notice it. You're back!
Well, of course I am! It's just… umm, where are we exactly?
Don't worry about it right now, Cevan! Just get the attacks ready! he ordered. We have to get out of this suit!
* * *
Giovanni was finishing some paperwork involving the win-loss records of his gym when his radio desk suddenly shouted out, "Giovanni! We have trouble!"
Giovanni immediately recognized it as one of the guards in the War Machine room that watched over Kevin. Reaching quickly over to the button to activate the radio, he asked, "What seems to be the matter?"
"It's Kevin!" the guard shouted. "He pulled out his diamond blades from nowhere and we went to stop him, but the suit… it's not responding! I don't understand what's going on!" the guard suddenly stopped for a moment. "Giovanni! I have a feeling that he's regaining control of his whole form!"
Giovanni immediately dropped his pen that he was holding in his other hand. "Impossible! How can this be?"
"I think it's his blades," the Rocket shouted. "Somehow… with them equipped, he's regaining control!" at that moment, Giovanni heard in the background the shout of explosion. "Aah! Giovanni! Do something! He's causing himself to… to… aaaahhh!!!" The scream of the guard was the last to be heard as a blast, followed by the noise of shattering glass and twisting metal brought the radio from the War Machine to silence.
Giovanni jumped out of his seat and stared at the radio for a few seconds. Confusion filled his mind in that brief moment before rage took its place. Giovanni immediately hit the 'all-coms' button. "All Rockets in the base!" he yelled loudly. "Kevin is attempting to escape, somehow by other means! Report to the War Machine and stop Kevin! I repeat! Report to the War Machine and stop Kevin! This is top-priority!!"
Giovanni let go of the button. :Perhaps…: he pondered for a moment.
Pulling a key from a hidden pocket inside of his suit coat, he unlocked a drawer on his desk. Giovanni grabbed the Pokéball with gold tracing on the edges where the ball was closed and dashed out of the office.
