OK. This story has some other real authors' ideas mixed in with my
ideas all based in the Pokemon world. It's all centered around a girl at
the age of 13. She has abilities. This is a bit of X-Men idea splicing, as
a few other humans have these strange abilities, though none are the same.
But they keep their hidden talents secret, as other people have banded
together to make the Black Rockets. In a brief history, Team Rocket were
overthrown by the Black Crusaders. They have Talents, and took over TR,
killing off the failures, accepting no mercy, and thus creating the Black
Rockets. This was all seen in the public's eye, and thus hated.
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Darkness reined my world. At first, I panicked, believing something was wrong with my sight. Slowly, human reasoning cane, and I felt around me, my heart still in my throat. Cold, smooth bars squared me in, with hard, metallic surfaces top and bottom. I reached out, feeling cloth. I grabbed it, pulling. Light came too swiftly, blinding me for a moment. My clothes where torn, and dried blood covered me. Steel cages like the one trapping me filled the room. Pokemon where there, beaten as I. As soon as a Growlithe winded me, he started up the whole room.
(Human! Human!) The room echoed with Pokemon cries. My head began to ache.
(Please, stop!) The room went dead silent, giving me better time to see that I was in the middle of the room, on a table. (Where are we?)
(How do you speak, human?) A bold Torchic growled. Many others chimed in their agreement.
(I come from the Rose High Pack.) I said, remembering the Growlithe and Arcanine I had lived with for two years after my parent's death. (Where are we?)
No one knew, though even I, dead of nose, could scent humans. The door inched open, a score of humans coming in. Black falseskins with a blood red symbol covered them, as they covered I, though they brought in a strong human stench. They spoke in a tongue that I had long forgotten.
A tall man of about 6' 3" was center-front, being spoken to rapidly by a smaller male human. An inhuman snarl rose from my through, a clear warning usually spoken by the alpha male that was speaking against a stranger. The pack stopped, some Pokemon snickering at this insult, though most where too afraid to actually hear me.
The male leader broke away, approached me, holding out his hand as he spoke. I slowly stood to my full height of 5' 5", eyeing him. I recorded his scent, eyeing him. He frowned as I barely responded to his speech, before barking a command. Two humans got out the Growlithe that had spoken before. Soon, he was muzzled so he couldn't breath fire effectively. One of them drew a knife, slashing his front leg.
(Stop!) I roared, slamming into my cage. I looked at an Abra that was unable to Teleport. (Confusion to release him!) Abra complied, and the room soon became a tornado of humans and empty cages. Growlithe was limping towards me, and I undid the muzzle. He flamed me loose of the cage, and we released the Psychic Pokemon first to keep the humans distracted. Then the room was full of humans, affected by Disable and Hypnosis. I lead the Pokemon out, carrying the injured Growlithe.
As we got outside, gratitude passed around before each Pokemon went his or her own way home. The Growlithe came with me, deciding that I could help him out while he healed. (What are you called, Roame?) He questioned as we traveled into the darkness.
Roame? Aren't Roame only legends? Pokemon born with human flesh? I questioned myself mentally. (I have no real name that I can remember. But you may call me Zaina.)
(I am honored, Zaina. I am Sky Racer.)
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Darkness reined my world. At first, I panicked, believing something was wrong with my sight. Slowly, human reasoning cane, and I felt around me, my heart still in my throat. Cold, smooth bars squared me in, with hard, metallic surfaces top and bottom. I reached out, feeling cloth. I grabbed it, pulling. Light came too swiftly, blinding me for a moment. My clothes where torn, and dried blood covered me. Steel cages like the one trapping me filled the room. Pokemon where there, beaten as I. As soon as a Growlithe winded me, he started up the whole room.
(Human! Human!) The room echoed with Pokemon cries. My head began to ache.
(Please, stop!) The room went dead silent, giving me better time to see that I was in the middle of the room, on a table. (Where are we?)
(How do you speak, human?) A bold Torchic growled. Many others chimed in their agreement.
(I come from the Rose High Pack.) I said, remembering the Growlithe and Arcanine I had lived with for two years after my parent's death. (Where are we?)
No one knew, though even I, dead of nose, could scent humans. The door inched open, a score of humans coming in. Black falseskins with a blood red symbol covered them, as they covered I, though they brought in a strong human stench. They spoke in a tongue that I had long forgotten.
A tall man of about 6' 3" was center-front, being spoken to rapidly by a smaller male human. An inhuman snarl rose from my through, a clear warning usually spoken by the alpha male that was speaking against a stranger. The pack stopped, some Pokemon snickering at this insult, though most where too afraid to actually hear me.
The male leader broke away, approached me, holding out his hand as he spoke. I slowly stood to my full height of 5' 5", eyeing him. I recorded his scent, eyeing him. He frowned as I barely responded to his speech, before barking a command. Two humans got out the Growlithe that had spoken before. Soon, he was muzzled so he couldn't breath fire effectively. One of them drew a knife, slashing his front leg.
(Stop!) I roared, slamming into my cage. I looked at an Abra that was unable to Teleport. (Confusion to release him!) Abra complied, and the room soon became a tornado of humans and empty cages. Growlithe was limping towards me, and I undid the muzzle. He flamed me loose of the cage, and we released the Psychic Pokemon first to keep the humans distracted. Then the room was full of humans, affected by Disable and Hypnosis. I lead the Pokemon out, carrying the injured Growlithe.
As we got outside, gratitude passed around before each Pokemon went his or her own way home. The Growlithe came with me, deciding that I could help him out while he healed. (What are you called, Roame?) He questioned as we traveled into the darkness.
Roame? Aren't Roame only legends? Pokemon born with human flesh? I questioned myself mentally. (I have no real name that I can remember. But you may call me Zaina.)
(I am honored, Zaina. I am Sky Racer.)
