Up For Show : Chapter 1 : The Devising

Darkness filled the Pokemon that were in this mass breeding chain. Having no freedom. All of their lives being contained in little cold cells that are just large enough so they can fit in, scraps of food in the corner no sunlight beaming down upon them. All trapped in a dark room the cages around the border like it was some wall, the door always being shut, little whispers of the owners coming from the outside, who was most likely speaking to the customers or fellow employees, this is the simple life of these Pokemon. This made all of them lose all hope and pride the cheerfulness they would usually have when in the wild or with a good trainer. All lost, diminished, now? Nothing. Sad expressions glued onto their face, no cheerfulness, showed little life. They lived in a life of sorrow and despair, their ray of hope to have a enjoyable life gets dimmer by the day. The day, one after another, consists of sitting in that cold cell, until lights pours into the room, invading the darkness. A man would enter, then take a selected Pokemon away, that Pokemon would never be seen again.

So how do the owners of this mass-breeding center lure all of these Pokemon? The answer was simple; the owners would act like savages, barbarians, holding guns in their arms, eyes scanning out for a Pokemon, which they would find valuable, a Pokemon that a hopeless trainer would buy for way too much money. Once that Pokemon is found they would hunt it down like it was some sort of animal. Shoot it, throw something at it, just to the point where it was so injured that it had the strength to stay conscious, but too little strength to run away. The first few days of its captured its health would be brought up a bit, put in the showcase of one out of its many stores. Keep it there for a week or two and hope someone would buy it. If not they would be put in the back in the same health, until the owners believe that it is the right time to put it back into the showcase this decision being made if every trainer is looking for this particular kind of Pokemon.

A Pokemon would not tolerate this, correct? They knew that this is not the right kind of life that they should go back into the wild. Once in a while one tried to escape, tried to break through the cage, break through those cold steel bars, sometimes one was successful at that, but never would make it out of the door. The owner would find out, as usual, and what would do? All of the owners of strict they might torture them by hurting them, possibly kill them if they were just in the mood to. Somehow, somehow, the police never knew about this not one person ever made a suspicion about this place never knew about all the tragedy that takes place.

The breeding center was very popular always selling some of its Pokemon, but still dozens were in the back. Their plan seemed flawless to them that they will succeed become rich like they hoped, but they never thought about a bad case happening in every perspective . . .

The sun reached the highest point in the sky. Releasing heat and yet light to the citizens who lived on Earth, humans and Pokemon. They did not appreciate the beautiful weather did not care for it. All the Pokemon trainers needed is yet another day to go out into some field and train their Pokemon, but if they spot a wild Pokemion in their sight they would chase it and use their Pokemon, which they use to be so happy to have at first, once they containted the creature. But yet it does not satisfy their greed they don't want to have just one Pokemon, which they think is strong. They want another Pokemon, once it is containted in that red and white sphere they will be happy that they caught it. They accomplished something new in that day. And of course they would brag about containing this certain creature over others. But as time passes by, day after day they don't care for that Pokemon as much anymore. They want yet another Pokemon two not being enough for him. Now they want three! Their greed is endless wanting everyone, but it will never satisfy them! This cycle continues until they have every single Pokemon possible that it is impossible to have any more. No trainer appreciates just having one Pokemon, not valuing just owning one. They take a Pokemon for granted. All trainers do.

People saw this and brought it to their advantage. Make a profit off trainers' greed. How? Capturing Pokemon for themselves, an endless amount and selling them for over expensive prices knowing they are not as much. But the salesman describes the certain Pokemon in such a way that it is actually worth a value, but really every Pokemon has a sentimental value. And by the salesmen selling the Pokemon they are satisfying the trainers' greed for a few days anyway, and yet satisfying their own greed by getting a profit. They don't want a Pokemon. They want money. They want to hold a load of the green paper money that they will be able to buy anything with. This just shows every single person is greedy, even if they do not want to show it. Every person wants something and will do whatever they can to get that item.

In Celadon City was a place where trainers would satisfy their greediness a Pet shop or as some people call it a breeding center. It was a big store, took up a large portion of the block. From the front it seemed to be a perfect place to serve your needs. Glass in the front Pokemin behind the class like a pack of baby Meowth playing with a ball of string. Seemed cute, yes? This was a strategy for the salesmen. Use something cute to lure them into the store and play their evil tricks to spend all the money the trainer has on them. This pet shop was part of a chain there was at least one located in every city with a Gym and in some small towns.

In the store was all the Pokemon that the salesmen considered to be in right now the Pokemon that every trainer is dying to get and to use that Pokemon for any purpose. They were kept well, well-fed, groomed everyday so they looked so adorable that trainers could not resist. But if they were not sold in a week or two they were put in the cage and put in the back. Containted in small cages with little food not cared about until the salesmen decide that trainers might want to buy them again. If they were in the back, the salesmen don't care about them. The door stays locked just ignore them, their cries for help, cries for food; they just did not care their greed taking over them. John Doe, the manager of this particular store, known to be one of the most cutthroat men; would do anything for a profit; pull any trick from his sleeve to gain a little bit of profit from yesterday. Spread rumors to make his so-called "competition" go out of business, overall he being the only one who succeeds.

He was a young person to be an owner of the store. He was in his mid- twenties and the only reason why he works here is because his father used to be the former owner. John had milk chocolate brown hair that was just in a mess going out in all directions tan skin tone, which matched his hair and his chestnut colored eyes. Considered handsome by some people, but everyone does not focus on his physical aspects they care about what he says and does, as he is known to be a financial genius.

"Profits went up by 10% from today of last year." John Doe mumbled to himself as his fingertips pressed the corner of the business reports that he received about the store; it reviewing all the profits, taxes, etc. Seeing these numbers increase his lips curled into a smile, thinking about what he would spend his well-earned cash on. Everyday he would compare the profits from that day last year; it was sort of like a hobby for him. Something to do when bored and it just made him feel big inside.

Even though the sun lit up the whole entire Earth the rays did not manage to go through the windows in the backroom, where most of the Pokemon is stored. Small little boxy windows that were located on the top covered in a black layer of dust, not being able to see the outside. Some rays escaped through the semi-clean parts beaming down on the dirty black floor.

"The demands of our Pokemon are going up sir. More Pokemon are being brought and even more are being brought in. The company decided to expand their stores into other regions of the Pokemon World. Since they do not have enough Pokemon to fill up the storage capacity they are asking the mangers from the existing stores to send a few Pokemon to their new locations." A man outside of the door leading into the storage room said talking to John. His fingers wrapped around the cold golden doorknob ready to turn it to see the selection of Pokemon

"Excellent. There are some Pokemon, which I would just wish to give away and use those new slots for Pokemon that would actually sell. Is there a certain kind of Pokemon that you're looking for?" John asked as the door creaked open. The light from the outside shined into the room, this being unusual as the Pokemon were usually in the dark.

With the little light that was provided John and a business associate could see the Pokemon not so well, but good enough that can tell them apart.

"Ah. Some rare ones you have here. Wonder why this one has not sold." The man said as he approached a certain cage.

Inside was a Chikorita. Its crimson oculars glaring at the man a grin on its face the little leaf on top of its head standing up tall pads of her feet touching the bottom of the steel cell floor. The mans hand approached the Pokemon to pet it for a slight second, but instead the little Chikorita swung the little leaf on its head smacking the persons hand away. He receiving a cut instead of some little affection the Pokemon had left.

"That Chikorita is very temperamental. Never showed any passion even when we first placed it in the showing area. All she did was attack the customers, by growling, releasing several attacks at them, which injured them. I would love to get that thing out of my way all it does is cause a problem. Never would cooperate and does not even care if we try to torture it in any way somehow we just find ourselves ignoring the beast." John explained to the man, as to the reason why the fellow creature attacked him, "You'd probably assume that because Professor Elm gives these away as starter Pokemon that they are passionate and would cooperate. I also thought that any trainer would buy her because she is considered rare and are very rare to find in the wild, which is usually why they are breed.

The man did not bother to approach the other Pokemon his eyes scanned left to right looking at all the Pokemon making a list in his head of which Pokemon he would want to send to the new locations, "I see what Pokemon I can take off your hands. No reason why we should stay in this room." Once they walked out John closed the door.

"Good one Sarah. Making the idiotic humans leave us alone." Said a Rattata that was near the Chikorita. Known to be one of the courageous Pokemon would do anything to help his friends. The type of Pokemon to be a leader, not a follower, also like the Chikorita not the type to take orders from just any person, as he would usually rebel against that.

"If you only were nice to anyone." Complained a Vulpix one of the rivals of the Chikorita, but is still a friend with her in some sense. Out of all the Vulpixs' she is one of the most beautiful always grooming herself to look good and because of this she always wants to have the spotlight on her for at least one person to pay attention to her at all times.

"Cessy, shut up." Barked the Chikorita once she heard the remark. Usually they argue it could be about anything they were different in so many ways, but they manage to be friends.

"Do you two always need to argue?" Asked a little Mareep also friends with the Rattata, Vulpix, and Chikorita. Out of the four known to be quietest, mysterious in some ways, always goes with the flow, but will stick up for himself when necessary. He just shaked his head to the two who started to argue for absolutely no reason.

"If she always did not complain then we would not have to argue in the first place." Responded Sarah (Chikorita) to Cloud, the Mareep; hearing Kaii clearing his throat she just stopped talking and looked over to him.

"We do not have time to deal with this. Now for serious issues seeing how they want to transfer us to another place is the perfect time for us to escape this hellhole. I don't know how, but all I know is that we have to do it ten because it's our only chance." Said Kaii who started to devise a plan.

( Authors Note: Please Review to tell me how you think fo this fiction. I have several chapters of this, five to be exact, that I wrote and saved on a floppy and forgot about until now. If you [ the readers ] enjoy this piece of work, I will continue to write thi, and revise the other chapters that have already been written. This fiction is not going to be huge, but something nice. with a touch of angst. )