Angel watched as they took...it...away. Apparently, it used to be human. She over heard it from her master. It was a gigantic leap for science. Creating half human, half pokemon, creatures...it would be power at its finest.
Personally, Angel didn't give a damn. She just worked here. Even so, she watched in horrified fascination as the creature was taken away to another part of the building. Its red and black-tipped white wings hanged limply from its back, and a single ruby feather had sprouted from its head.
Angel resisted the urge to investigate the creature further, and trailed along after her master like the obedient houndur she was.
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Lisandrea woke groggily to the sounds of shuffling paws. Opening her eyes, she saw the familiar faces of her pokemon. But, almost immediately, she was bombarded images and scenes from which she was unfamiliar with. Memories that were not hers...
She tried to concentrate on Jire, hoping to steady herself. It didn't work. As she focused more and more on him, the memories became more precise. There were sunny days and cheerful friends and all of a sudden her vision was filled with moonlight. Then darkness, a darkness that kept going on forever. She saw herself, and her house, but from another point of view.
In an instant, the images were gone. But, somehow, she felt...suppressed.
I blocked them from you. I'm a lot more powerful than you,said the mental voice of Psi.
"Th-thank you..." she stuttered, confused. "What happened? How...did I get like this?"
You...were taken by rockets. We all were.
"How...?" she asked again.