Chapter 2: Learning About Life

I dragged my feet along the dirt, lingering at my last few minutes outside with my friends. Sooner then I wanted, I would be inside with my mother, and most likely listening to her latest speech that was supposed to 'give me wisdom'.

"Desire don't drag your paws, your going to get you feet all dusty, and I just cleaned up the floors. So don't be getting them all dirty again," lectured my mother.

I lifted up my feet higher with each step, making sure that my paw tips would no longer scrape at the warm dirt. As I walked inside our humble home, the cool air refreshed me.

"Desire I need to tell you something," my mom said.

I sighed, iWhat else is new?/i But instead of uttering my thoughts, I just spoke the usual.

"Ok."

My mom looked at me sharply for my lack of emotion. She always did this before she was about to lecture me.

"Desire, you must listen closely to what I say, it's for your own good."

My mom had uttered those words many times, and I didn't think much about it.

"Ok mom," I replied.

Again my mom gave me 'that look' for my lack of cooperation. She didn't realize how boring these speeches were for me.

"Desire, I want to tell you about humans, and not the kind trainers, but about humans that belong to evil organizations."

Although my mom was trying to make this more exciting by moving her paws, and such, it was still boring as every other speech she had ever given.

"These humans aren't the normal trainers. These humans are trying to use Pokemon to take over the world. They will steal you without a second thought, and take you to a lab, and experiment on you to make you stronger."

Now it was getting better. It didn't sound like one of my mother's speeches anymore. Now it was something more then just that.

"Why do they want Pokemon to be stronger?" I asked.

"Because the stronger the Pokemon, the more damage they can do, and the more chaos they can cause."

"Well how can you make a Pokemon stronger then they really are?" I questioned with confusion.

"Well, they use machines they come up with. Most of those machines are great failures, but some actually work. It is the ones that don't work that kill."

"What do you mean mom? I mean if the ones that don't work don't make a Pokemon stronger, then wouldn't the ones that work make a Pokemon stronger?"

"Yes."

"Then wouldn't the ones that work be able to make Pokemon stronger? And wouldn't that make the Pokemon more dangerous and able to kill?"

"Well yes, but you see, the ones that don't work often hurt the Pokemon they experimented with. The Pokemon often becomes ill, and die from a mysterious illness. However, unlike other trainers, the evil organizations won't care at all about the Pokemon's well being. They will simply let you suffer until you take your last breath."

Now this definitely wasn't my mom's usual speech. It was becoming more interesting, and almost, frightening.

"How can you tell good trainers from bad trainers?" I asked with intrest.

"The bad trainers are usually from three major evil groups. They are Team Rocket, Team Magma, and Team Aqua. Team Rocket wears a black uniform with a red 'R' on the shirt. Team Magma has red uniforms with a Black 'M' on the shirt. Team Aqua has blue uniforms with a white 'B' on the shirt. They are usually trying to hide, so just be careful out there, and stay nearby so I can see you."

"Ok mom."

She looked down at my dirt-covered fur, and sighed.

"Now go take a bath."