Fragments of Thoughts

By Sheik Lovin' 'Screw you, Fearow, you suck' Rose-chan

Disclaimer: Anyone who thinks I own Pokemon can go smoke on an unalo pot. (Zing! ertyu reference!)

This was originally supposed to be Oddish, but there's only so much you can do with a walking plant. He's still on the way; it's just that Pidgeot is far more awesome than Oddish can ever hope to be. Relicanth, Flygon and Metagross were also jilted for The Pidgeot.

Mwahaha.

Flying Blind

My people are generally thought of to be very weak. We are not incredibly rare, so why would anyone bother with us? Why waste your precious Pokeballs on a common, weak little Pidgey? Many of us never reach our final stage; I am one of the lucky ones. I was raised by a human I never cared much for until I evolved for the final time, after which he released me back into the wild. Seems strange to go to all that effort, but who am I to complain? I obtained the blessing of power few of my people can ever gain.

It angers me, though. Our lives are decided by whether or not a human chooses to take us with them on their journey to be the strongest. I was a level 3 Pidgey fighting for survival in Route 1 with the rest of my clan and the Rattatas. There are so many of us and so little food that you have to throw yourself at a human and be captured on purpose if you want a life beyond what you have, which is hardly anything. It's what I did, and I can't say I regret it. I do feel guilty, though. I abandoned my friends and family for my own selfish gain.

I do miss them, but no amount of guilt will make up for the incredible feeling when I evolved for the first time. For my clan level 5 is but a theory; level 18 is pure fiction. And I reached it, in what was undoubtedly the best moment of my life. Is it wrong of me to feel that?

I don't think it is. There are wild level 18 Pidgeys. Hell, I've seen wild ones beyond that level. Why haven't they evolved? Wild Pidgeottos are not uncommon, so why haven't those Pidgeys obtained their rightful power? I simply do not understand. It's crazy now, to think that back home those at level 4 are absolute gods. No one questions them; they are always right, and they get first choice of any food. Yet any random Pidgey beyond Pewter could beat them. But that random Pidgey will take it for granted, and won't know how much my clan would pay to be in his position.

I'm not sure if I should hate that random Pidgey or not.

But then I evolved for a second time. I wasn't even aware you could; I was expecting to wake up at any moment. And the human wasn't as happy as he was the first time; he just had a look on his face that said "finally!"

After beating a few trainers, he released me. There was no explanation. I didn't screw up in battle at all, unlike Electrode did. I could practically feel Fearow gloating at me for days after even though I had flown miles with my huge, beautiful wings (if I say so myself). That would be the second best feeling of my life; flying. You can't describe it any more than you can describe how big the sky is. I suppose I should be thankful, then. If he hadn't released me I likely wouldn't have flown for days non-stop simply because I could; I would be cramped in a tiny, dark space waiting for a human to decide I could come out to fight for his money and fame. Hah, Fearow, joke's on you.

I decided I wanted to go home. I wanted to show the others there was a level 5, there was a level 18 – there was even a level 36. And we could reach those levels, and we wouldn't need a human to help. We would be the first clan of Pidgeots. We would be spoken of in hushed whispers. We would be legends, the first Pidgeys who really fought for better lots. We wouldn't be looked down upon as rock bottom any more.

Before that could happen, I found out why there are no wild Pidgeots. As soon as a human sighted me, this time a girl, she sent out a strange creature I'd never seen before even in all my travels. It was fast, and it had deadly claws; I was totally unprepared, and I was again in the cramped darkness of a Pokeball. I had lost the eternal blue almost as soon as I had gained it.

The girl hasn't even let me out. I'd been in the computer a few times before when my first trainer had needed others on the team, and I knew this was where I was. She had six already and I was automatically sent here to rot. I can only sit here for eternity, unable to break out. In the darkness I think strange, worrying thoughts, like "What happens if the computer sets on fire?" or "What about viruses? Hackers? What do they do?"

I almost want those things to happen. It's better than this hot, unbearable darkness. Sometimes I wonder if I'm sane anymore. I don't know. I just want to see the sky again one last time, before I fade into nothingness – if only to assure myself it wasn't a hallucination. I don't know if it's possible for me to fade away. I'm not sure I don't want to.

I don't know anything any more.

-FIN-

Um, okay. This wasn't what I was planning for my favourite Pokemon. It just sort of…happened. Well, it is 01:46 AM. I blame that for this weirdness.

Oh, and Microsoft Word doesn't know what the hell it's doing when it comes to checking grammar.

My eternal love goes to all reviewers. Unless you hate yaoi and/or Zero, in which case you have no soul and I pity you.