"Hey Bajin....!" a voice of a another young man calls out, "Wait up!". Bajin glances behind him, noticing his friend Kien Silverstar running at full speed towards him, finally catching up after an hour of running. "You've got to..." pants Kien, trying hard not to gasp for breath too much, "Slow down when we're traveling on foot for once, eh?". Bajin simply laughs softly, "Sorry 'bout that, Kien." he says cooly, "Thought I heard something."
"Well.... next time you start to run off like that, WARN ME ahead of time, will ya?"
Bajin sighs, "Well.... you've got to quicken your pace, then."
Kien Silverstar, years older than Bajin, sighs. His golden colored eyes seem to darken at his friend's remark. Bajin was only faster because he was an energetic trainer that ran faster than the speed of Rien, a young man almost at the age to be an adult. "Cocky little punk!" he says, jokingly, of course, "Just because you are more energetic doesn't mean a thing."
The unearthly cries of an agonized Clefairy fills the night air, causing some nocturnal pokémon to cry out in mourning unison for the agonized unseen pokémon. "What the fuck?" Rien says to himself and Bajin. "A Clefairy." states Bajin.
"What?"
"A Clefairy in trouble."
"What or who can be so cruel to do something to a Clefairy?"
"I've heard of the group of Pokémon Gangsters, Team Rocket. They might be the ones who are causing trouble on the mountain." Bajin was obviously knowlegeable when it came to Kanto affairs. Knowing about Team Rocket, for example, was something that Kien was totally unknowing about.
"Team Rocket?"
"I'll tell you later. So.... you wanna check out the source?"
"Eh...." Kien replies reluctantly, ".... sure."
* * *
Kien and Bajin approach the Clefairy, or rather what's left of it. "That's disgusting...." Bajin says halfheartedly. "What could of....?" Kien says fullheartly.
"No human, that's for sure."
"Damn...."
The remains of the once peaceful and happy Clefairy are of what one would see after the torturing of something and laid out on the trail to rot, or for some scavengers to clear away. Bloody entrails lay lined up in random stacks. Kien notices something beside the corpse. "Tracks." he says. "Hm?" Bajin approaches to investigate. He kneels down, inspecting the tracks of a pokémon, "These are.... cat-like."
"Like a Persian or Meowth?"
"No, these tracks are bigger than a normal pokémon's."
"A large pokémon?"
"I believe so." The tracks lead further up the trail, "Let's continue on."
"That's crazy, Bajin!"
"Knowing the hunting patterns of some pokémon... some rest after a feast."
"So?"
"So.... the pokémon might be resting up ahead."
"Bajin... you are crazy, huh?"
"So what?" He starts to walk up the trail, "You comin'?"
"....." Kien groans, "Alright... but I hope we don't run into the pokémon responsible."
"Don't worry.... and if we do... we do something called RUNNING-AWAY-BEFORE-WE- GET-OURSELVES-KILLED!"
* * *
Mewthree opens his eyes, feeling slightly different somehow."What?" he says. He gasps, did he just do what he thought he did? He speaks again in some nonsense words. Yes.... he did speak with his mouth. But his voice is different from the normal telepathic voice as before, it sounds like.... the human voice.
He yawns, and starts to feel his face, finding that it has changed back into that of his human shell. However, some parts of his actual self remain on his body; such as... one crest around his eye remains, but smaller than it was before, his feet and toes are still cat-like, his hands are slightly human-like but still has his dark grey color to it, he has hair just like he did before, and his head is the normal human size.
He hears the sounds of foot steps on gravel. Afraid that someone may find him, he quickly scuffles into the darkest corner of the cave, he realizes that his human form does not have clothes. He also realizes that he still has a little bit of his twin-bladed tail emerged from out of his spine. All in all.... he is slightly human now.
"Kien, come on." says one person's voice, male, about fourteen years of age but mature for his age. "Damnit, Bajin." curses another voice, male, about seventeen years of age and immature for his age, "You're crazy to do this!"
Who are these people? He thinks to himself, Are they looking for me? What do they want with me? Sudden anxiety fills his mind.
If they find me like this... they may... try and capture me to be tested somewhere else. I cannot let that happen. He gazes out of the darkness and glances at the two people. One stands about 5'4", has long red hair and strange golden-amber eyes. The other stands about 5'10", blue hair, and the same kind of strange golden eyes.
He finds his body changing again, but only changing back to its original state. The change was extremely painful, his whole body felt as though it were set ablaze. His body convulses and twitches as the changes take place. He feels his tail lengthen once again to its normal length, his height changes back to the normal six foot causing all of his bones to feel as if they were shattered all at once, then peiced together again. All of the cells of his body react to his pain, only to make it worse, making eight black steel-like spines emerge from his back and twin spines to emerge from his elbows, causing him to draw blood. He wails in agony, he had never felt pain like this before, and never wished to it, either. His unearthly moans, cries, and wails of pain echo off of the dark cave walls.
* * *
"What in the fucking hell is that?!" Kien yells. "Are you okay?!" Bajin yells into the cave. "G-get... out.... now...." a voice fills their minds at the same time.
"What? Who are you?!"
"You are.... caring humans.... are you not?"
"Yes, I am a caring person."
"Heed my words and get away from here!"
"O-okay..." he glances at Kien, "You heard the voice, let's get out of here."
* * *
"What?" Mewthree thinks to himself, "Why did that human boy care if I was okay? He should know that...." He goes woozy and goes unconcious.