Captured

Damn plot bunnies and my need to explain more...

Summary: A little Porygon 3 carried an interesting Virus...and with it, came the Undead. And with the Undead came experiments. And that's how Saturn wound up here.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.

I am awake, it seems. I open my eyes, blinking a few times, before I feel the need to turn over and go back to sleep. I shoo the urge away. I have slept long enough. And it is cold. I dislike the cold. I get up unwillingly, feeling groggy. I take a look around, and nearly have a heart attack.

I'm in a cage.

In a creepy laboratory.

With other cages, that are filled with nasty Humans and Pokemon alike.

And I have no recollection on how the hell I got here.

I start to panic, beore my logic kicks in. This is just like a bad horror film. I wind up in a lab with no memory on how I got here, surrounded by monsters of two kinds. Yeah...All I have to do is keep my survival skills that I taught myself up in the front of my mind. If I don't, I'm as good as dead. And although that would be good for pissing Him off, I really think it'd be best if I stayed alive.

Men in white lab coats come in, with unusual beasts following them, shackled. Why is it exactly that they have to be white lab coats? Black is much better...

Thinking of clothes, I look down and see that I am still wearing the ones I had remembered putting on before I woke up...here...Where ever here was. I check my watch for the date and time. It was Tuesday, November sixteenth. It was currently four pm. Well, that explains why I'm cold and a bit hungry. Last thing I'd eaten were two tacos. And that isn't enough to fill me up, considering my high matabolism.

The people in the coats of evil walk over to my cage, pull out a key, and rip me out over my cage the second it opens. I am shackled millaseconds later. They do the same to a few others. I recognize one of them as the grandson of the famed Shigeru. If they have him, of all people, we were in for a bit of touble. They take us to a white room (more of the color of evil, yay) that has many bed-like things that hospitals have. They knock us out.

I wake up painfully the next morning. I feel like I'd just been hit by a rampaging Rhyperior. The first thing I realize as I look at my body is that my skin is a hellouva lot more pale than it usually is. I move my wristband to see exactly how pale I was, and was shocked when the tan line was actually darker than my pale skin. The second thing I notice is that my nails are about an inch longer. They were pretty long before, but now they were even longer. And the purple-black nail polish was only halfway on my nails. Wow, that looked terrible. And I thought the fact that it was being chipped away slowly by slowly was bad...

Another thing i realized was I was back in the cage and not in the room of evil whiteness. I get up, rather painfully, and look at the rest of my body. I get pissed.

They'd ripped my favorite shirt and jeans! Those assholes! Amazingly, my wristband was still intact, but my watch was no longer there. I guessed it had broken. Damned thing was waterproof up to 165 feet, but it broke if you applied tons of pressure on the bands of it. And this was about the fifth one, too. I muttered angry things under my breath.

Aparently, I also had wings and a tail, as when I got angry about my watch, I heard a loud smack behind me as well as a bit of pain. When I turned to see what it was, I was very surprised. Then, with all my reasoning deactivated, I started to freak.

That was not good.

I was some mutant Human/Bird thing with uber pale skin, and it turns out that when ever I get surprised, blades come out of the sides of my arms. Not like the Wolverine dude, no. It was more like K.A. Applegate had said that those Hork Bajor or whatever the hell they were called had those blades coming out of their arms. They came out of my tail, too...

They came out very painfully, as well.

So, not only was I panicing, I was in pain, and lots more things. Oh the joy. But after that...it was a big fat blank. When I 'awoke' once more, i was taking care of a small kid. Called himself Sam. I took care of him, as well as this interesting creature, and about a week after I had 'awoken', I was in another blank zone.

And as I feel this creature pounce on me, I slowly get the feeling that I am about to die, as well as a curiousity of what the hell happened in those balnk spots that reside in my memory...

What exactly happened? Why can't I remember? Why?

I'll never know, because now I'm dead.

A bit more into the Undead saga. That's a bit more information on what happened in the lab. Still, it adds more confusion than answers. I'll try to get one from Scathe's point of view next. I hope to eventually get rid of all questions, and to make this into a saga. Or chronicles. Whatever...Leave a review.

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