Hope you liked the last chappie! Now, here comes number 7!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. (Hey, a normal disclaimer for once xD)

Stolen Stones

You know what really sucks? Not being able to understand what someone is saying. Why's that? Because I can't understand anybody!! Besides Pokemon, but I hardly know any. Which is why it sucks like heck. Drew followed the man but we kinda lost him a little way into the darkness. Man, darkness is stupid; you can't see a freakin thing! Maybe that's why they call it darkness. Yep, I'm sure of it.

I saw light, probably not sunlight, but at least it was light. Drew was running strangely fast. I looked up at him. It seemed like he had a pained expression on his face. If he was as ticked as I was then I could understand why. But it didn't exactly look like he was annoyed, more like worried. Then I remembered that shriek. Boy was THAT ever creepy. Maybe someone was hurt, yeah, that was it. We must've been following it. I didn't want to go where he was going I'm too young to die. Not like I had a choice.

The light kind of blinded me since we were wandering around in blackness for a while. I'm surprised he didn't run into something. Darn, what a shame... I blinked, was I seeing what I think I was seeing? Black clothed men were ganging up on that May girl in the center. Oh, and that retarded Eevee, Savannah. They nearly had the two surrounded, Savannah was hissing and spiting and all that, trying to protect May. I laughed a bit, she looked so stupid.

I must've been back to normal because Drew didn't look at me funny anymore. I remembered that man's shocked expression, boy had that looked hilarious. Drew shouted something, bringing their attention to us. "What'd you do that for?!" I hissed at him.

Above all the things I hated at moment, Drew just happened to be one of them. May gaped at us with her shocked blue eyes. What? Drew hadn't done anything nice for anyone in his lifetime? Well that didn't surprise me. We were out numbered like six to two, okay four, if you count May and Savannah. What if they all sent out one Pokemon at the same time? That would not only be unfair, but I'd probably end up fainting in the end. Which I wasn't exactly for, at the moment. I sighed, this wasn't gonna be pretty.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Savannah staring at something. She gazed a clear glass case, a fancy one. What was so special about it? I ignored her and began focusing on the main problem. Right, the main problem, or problems, actually. One, two, three, four, five freakin Pokemon were released. Just what I need to loosen the tension. One man didn't send out a Pokemon.

Odd...

He made some kind of signal and they all stopped. The men parted to let him through. "Leave him to me," his voice grave in this silent cave. He quickly sent out a Mightyena that gave me a malicious look. I shuddered, and to think I thought Absol was creepy. The "leader" smirked and whispered a few commands to his Pokemon. The Mightyena turned to me. "Let's see if you really are S3-17."

"My name is Spirit! Not a bunch of freaking numbers!" I growled. The Mightyena's paralyzing eyes laid on me. I swallowed my fear and glared right back. He began stalking me, crouching. I did the same.

"So...S3-17," he began, grinning.

"Why does everyone keep calling me that?" I hissed. I didn't expect him to answer; I really didn't care, for that matter. All I was focusing on staying was alive.

He huffed in annoyance. "Pathetic, you don't even know your own scientific name." What can I say? I actually like to have a NORMAL name, unlike other experiments. Wait, experiments? Adrenaline started to pump into my veins. They had done something freaky with my DNA for their own evil purposes? Oh they're gonna get it all right! I thought angrily and snarled.

I lunged at the Mightyena before he could react. I would've ripped his eyes out, but he flung me off before I could kill him. Before I knew it he body slammed me to the ground. I sucked in air, he'd hit me in the stomach, hard. I gasped for air, hoping he'd give me a break, but no. The Mightyena threw me against a stalagmite and I thought I heard it crack. It hurt like hell, fire burning in my back, then my legs, then my head... Wait a minute, I'd felt this before.

There the men stood, gaping like idiots. Sure, like I hadn't been stared at like that before. Only the one with the Mightyena didn't look surprised. "I was right," he murmured evilly, "Mightyena, toy with him some more." Why not? What was it, Kill a Helpless Pokemon day? And of course, the black Pokemon did out of obedience and sheer amusement. Boy was Karma gonna get HIM good, I'd make sure of it.

He grabbed me by the neck, claws seeping through my fur and into my skin. As if claws in my neck weren't enough, he heartily threw me across the cave. And I just happened to land right into the glass, shattering it with a loud crack! The burning sensation faded, must've been normal again, but now I felt a million needles in my back. Talk about ouch! Oh you have no freaking idea...

Then something landed on my head while I was lying in pain. Something shiny. Okay, I still had a grip on reality, but I must've been imagining things. It seemed to sparkle in what little light there was. The rock, apparently, was an amber-ish color shining in the fluorescent light. Boy was it prettyyy... I shook my head, must've had some brain injury or something cause I was loosing my sanity.

I dizzily stood up, watching the room spin. It seemed like there were more men and Mightyena's then last time. I closed my eyes; I can't take much more of this. So I fell on the cold Earth and passed out right there.

Savannah stared at the now limp body. Did that look painful or what? The eevee huffed. She could've done better herself if they wouldn't have stepped in. He was the only thing separating her from battle. So if Spirit was unconscious, that meant she was next. She wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear it. The man that owned the Mightyena smiled. "I was right. Mightyena, bring him to me. This one is ours."

Drew raced over to the Eevee and scooped him up in his arms. He glanced at Spirit then the man. "Why do you want him?!" he asked, his voice echoing throughout the cave.

"That is confidential, Team Rocket business," he sneered.

Savannah stared at the rock that the men were scrambling over to get. Time to have some fun. Smiling, she dashed over there and picked up the stone in her mouth. They glared at her and shouted, "Get her!"

Oh crap, now she had to run. The Eevee climbed up some rocky stairs and then ran for her life. Looking back she saw May staring in despair. Savannah promised herself she'd be back; there was no way they were going to get her. No freaking way.

For some reason she felt like she wasn't running as fast as she was before. Until the Eevee realized, she wasn't an Eevee anymore.

Sorry if the wait was long. No prob, the next one'll be up in no time flat. :D