Standard disclaimer: References to Pokémon are © Nintendo/Creatures Inc./GAME FREAK Inc. Everything else is mine.
This is basically just the prologue/introduction of the story that I planned to write...I wanted to see if anyone was honestly interested in what the hell was going on before writing some more.
The low groan of rusty chains, the scuff of feet against the dirt…
All of the other children were full of laughs, running about the grounds frolicking and playing. Some went roly-poly down the small hills, others made best use of the playground equipment that'd been put up. But she couldn't bring herself to go play with them. They called her names, said she was weird, and more often than not bullied her around. It wasn't like she wanted to play with them anyway! She wasn't like them at all…she had parents, once upon a time. They were the weird ones, not her. Gazing down upon the frilly pink dress that she was wearing, her face twisted into a look of anger and she tore herself off of the swing, hands grabbing at the buttons and hems of her dress. With powerful screams, she pulled and tore until she was free of the dress, standing there just in her underwear and Sunday dress shoes, screaming at the top of her lungs.
"She's done it again," one of the attendants said, and he moved over to her with his partner. Restraining her was near impossible as she squirmed and kicked, protesting against them with all of her pre-teen might. But it wasn't nearly enough.
She was locked in her room again.
Trapped.
Her screams fell only on the ears of the walls and no matter how much she cried, nobody came to the door to console her. Nobody cared. That frustrated and upset her more, and she eventually cried herself to sleep.
The next day, she tore up all of her things. She threw her clothes in all different directions, tore some of them in half, and broke nearly every toy that she had.
"A real problem child," they called her.
"Well, can you blame her? Poor dear lost her parents and I hear they spoiled her well."
She swore in her head that she'd make them all hurt! She'd make them all cry just as she cried in a room; locked away where they didn't have to listen…didn't have to care.
And one day, she did.
She laughed as she watched the entire place burn down, the doors locked down with chains so they couldn't escape the inferno. She heard their screams echo into the night but she was far too busy admiring the glow that the fire projected towards starlight. It was almost heavenly. And as she heard the sirens of the firemen coming with their Wartortles and Gravelers, she fled from the scene…running off into the forest, where she could never be found.
In the forests they found her sitting in front of a fire, poking at it curiously. And they offered her a job.
An opportunity to be part of Team Rocket.
