By: Skat
Serene
I know that I'm not an ordinary Charizard. I know that I shouldn't walk around like a normal Pokemon. I just WISH I were a normal Pokemon.
But I'm not and it changes everything. I actually envy wild Pokemon, now.
It's a wonder I was a foster kid. I wasn't a KID, although I'm not an adult. This changes about everything that I know for me. I bet I was 12 then, and now three years later, I'm 15. It's really cool how I can say I'm 15 when I'm a Charizard.
Lurker says that I was born a Charizard. I doubt it because I don't remember a thing about my "past" life.
Lurker also says that the strange "dreams" I had at night, were the visions of my Charizard life. I have to say that I agree on that one, because it actually seems like the dreams would sort of fit into the slot.
I'm just about tired of walking, too. We've been walking around for a week, searching for something that's not even there. Something that never even existed. We're looking for the next piece of the puzzle, what we were supposed to do, a clue or something. There wasn't ever one. If there were a clue before, I'd want out of this whole thing. And now that I'm here, what am I supposed to do.
A big talking Charizard who can't seem to know what to do. I don't even know where we're going half the time, when Pewter is right in front of my nose.
"Focus!" ShadowLurker keeps saying. "Focus yourself!"
Every time, I just get a headache.
It doesn't disturb me anymore, though. I actually know part of my family, and a descendent that I don't want to have.
We're walking towards Cerulean. Lurker keeps on flinching. It's weird. I sometimes think that she is not who she says she is.
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ShadowLurker(Pixie)
I actually feel bad. That's a first for me. I used to hate myself for stuff, but I never really felt BAD before.
I'm not really ShadowLurker. I'm not even a Charizard. And this stupid morph power gets to me. How long do I have to stay in this Charizard body when I'm truly a Lapras myself?
How can I lie to the person that I've looked up to just to save my skin and serve the Lord?
It's not right. I never will be related to this fantastic creature made of all muscle. And that angers me.
I know that I brought this upon myself when I entered Scaturlo's place myself? Why did I agree to become this poor unfortunate soul's first Pokemon? When did I ever agree to let the Lord change my name from Pixie to ShadowLurker.
In one unfortunate week, I will return to my Lapras water soul, away from this firey demon who wishes to be no more than a regular Pokemon.
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Renegade
Who am I really? Why was I brought to this place? What's my TRUE path?
This all runs through my head as I sit and watch the darkness swirl around me. That is, the darkness of this horrid cage. I've heard of true identities no one really knows. I'll agree with that on terms of what you're saying. If you are saying that you know and no one else does, that's not me. If you say that someone knows and you don't, well, that just about fits in the slot.
The problem is, who is it that KNOWS? Is it possible that I wasn't just a regular human, fighting off the evil Team Rocket? Am I really someone that matters to the world?
I doubt it. And something, at that matter, kills me, gives me an empty feeling, whenever I think of who my family was.
I never knew and never will. When will my chance to become a family member come? Never.
That word seems to always be the answer to my questions. That or no.
Everyone probably has heard the famous quote: "Never say no or never ever because it never comes in handy." Whoever wrote that just played with my head for a second, confused me, and then made me come up with one simple answer: "It's all a lie."
Then it gets me into wondering what the heck a lie really is and why lies were ever thought of, which puts me through the rest of this boring day.
When you look back at it, it all seems to make sense… in a way.
"Dragonite, eh? I'm sooo sorry I did this to you. I mean, I've got no backround, and when I was young, I figured Team Rocket would get me to the top. It just made me realize that things aren't what they appear to be." Said a young Team Rocket member. It looked like the one that threw that poison dart at me.
I snorted. Team Rocket was made for lies. Well, that and making someone have one heck of a sad life story. Was I supposed to trust this girl? My human instincts tried to kick in. But my Pokemon half was just too strong. It was more like my Pokemon ¾. I believed the girl. Who would actually want to harm Pokemon and then APOLOGIZE for what they did? A good trainer, yes. A Team Rocket member… I don't think so.
[ I can relate… ] I replied. Then I caught myself, figuring out that I couldn't speak the human tongue. It always pays to study on Pokemon… Or not…
"I'm sure you can relate to this somehow." The girl said, almost reading my mind. "I just wonder how I can make it up to you." The girl pulled out a pouch, glanced at me, then at the pouch, and took food out of it. Now the human part kicked in.
[ Whoa! I'm NOT eating Pokemon food! I'm a human, a human I tell you! Oh, wait. I'm not. Go on. ] I said. Oops.
The girl started speaking again. "I'm Cassie. You see, the whole reason I'm here is because, well, Team Rocket killed my parents. They don't know who I even am, so I sneaked into here and got myself a job. I wanted money to live on. Something to gain to make myself feel proud. And now look at me. Talking to a Pokemon who probably doesn't even HALF understand me." She looked at me once before walking away.
[ Poor kid… ] said a voice behind me. [ I cried half to death hearin' that! ]
I turned around to face a Croconaw. I had never seen anything so… so… height resemblance to anyone, human or not, in my life. I realized I wasn't the only unfortunate one here and that there was probably millions of cages with two Pokemon in each.
[ Who are you? ] I asked the Pokemon that I had never met before in my life. "I'm your trainer." It said, actually speaking human-tongue. There must have been a zipper somewhere, because the Croconaw skin split in half and a boy about my age, 15, stepped out into the cage. "And I have the key to get out."
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After walking for about half an hour, I asked the boy how many Pokemon he had. He showed me his Electrode, Venasaur, and Vaporeon. He said that there were more but he just didn't have them in his party. I asked the kid, Jeer, if his Pokemon happened to have names. Ek, Vinnie, and Squirt. I told him my name and he just shrugged. "Oh well."
"What?" I asked.
"Oh, I was gonna name you Phantom, but…"
"Oh… I'm sorry."
"Not your fault…"
I started talking some more, not really afraid of Jeer anymore.
"Where are you heading, Jeer?" I asked. I had obviously been speaking in the human tongue, because Jeer gaped at me and stuttered.
"What? What's wrong? What's the matter? Tell me! Stop staring!" I yelled frantically.
"Uh… nothing. It's just that… you speak human." Jeer said, stilling staring.
"Well… no duh! Look at me! I'm a…" I stopped and looked down. I disappointed myself in saying that. "…talking Dragonite. What's wrong with that?"
"Nothing. It's just…" Jeer started.
He looked at my disappointed face and looked up.
"Never mind…"
Renegade/Serene
I wish I knew what my purpose was…
To Be Continued…