Disclaimer; I don't own pokemon. I may finaly have a Mew. But no I don't own pokemon. -Mocks the Lawyers-

A/N; Damn uploading... -.- it took away the altarisk and squiggle things above the tab button. And the underscore. -Shakes a fist at the new feature-

Shinigami; Hah-Ha! -Laughs heartlessly at the Authors note-

AN; You sooo want to die. Don't you muse! -Waves a mallet at Shinigami-

Shinigami; o.o EEP -runs-

AN; .....

Renegade; ... I loose more Muses that way.

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«Prolouge; Solitude»

Day One hundred and five of Year Five. Test subjects Number Two through Eight are showing signs of progress while the rest are stagnent in the tests. While subject Number One is improving rapidly. After enforcing the therapy onto her as with the other centers. Number Seven concerns us, as his powers have now developed into control over Ice and Fire, while Number Three has become deadly with Electricity while Four and Two share the same controll over two rather unknown elements of Steel and Darkness. Six and Eight had yet to show their elements, and the assumption is that they'll be the same, either Water or Rock. Finaly Five has mastered Grass.

And our first subject has developed into something very, very special. One has learned controll over Fire, Psyche and we have started the therapy to make it where she shall soon know how to controll Air.

Raymond - Out.

Raymond; one of the Scientist of Giovanni's now defunct cloning program, absently rubbed the bridge of his nose as he turned from the massive super computer and walked over to what appeared to be a window. Although it's view was not that of a grass filled glade, the window actually overlooked another room. Much like the one Raymond was standing in now. Sterile white, barely anything else for decor. Slick marble tiles was the floor in the room and a single chair was nailed to the floor to keep it in place.

And sitting in the chair with her chest covered in a straight jacket, head imprissoned in something akin to a helmet with no visor and heavy with how she was holding her head at an akward angle. And to top it off, she was bound and shackled to the metal seat. A smirk graced the slightly weathered and wrinkled face of Raymond Brown. The young woman was the pride and joy of himself and the staff. While not as strong as the others it seemed, their love of her power stemmed from it being thrice as powerful for each short lived burst. They didn't care how it left the girl sickeningly weak to any sort of counter strike. Nor did it matter that only making her learn more moves and have more therapy would undoubtedly kill her in the end.

Sephinraph Coyle. A person they had been working on for nearly five years since she turned eleven and had been caught while sneaking across the private grounds in search of a elusive pokemon. She had had a Vulpix and a Girafarig when caught. Both pokemon had been slaughtered to gather their DNA fully. Back then it was nearly impossible to do so and keep the subject pokemon alive for more than a day. But now with advances, they could do so repeatedly with synthisized product to substitute the real thing. But with Sephinraph, they still used real gene therapy on her, and nothing synthisized ever got near her body.

The young woman turned her head and stared blindly at a window she could not see, as if she could feel the scientist. But he scoffed at this while turning away. The girl was basically blind now. The smirk on his face grew to a grin, and the scientist turned and walked away. Turning off the lights and locking the doors as he exited.

And back in the now dim room, the young woman let out a small sound and tilted her head to the left. And then back. A small chi-inking sound came and the heavy metal and plastic helmet slipped off her head and fell to the floor behind her. Bright clear cerulean orbs blinked a few times as they got settled into being used once more. A soft look darted across her eyes and the locks and chains binding her sprang apart.

"... freedom." The word was so soft that unless you had been looking for it, it wouldn't have been caught by ears. Not that she needed to whisper in a noise proof room.