Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Touch my characters, however, and I'll come after you.

Foxyjosh: You're right, how embarrassing... I meant to say that she was unable to move. It's fixed now, I think. Thanks for the reviews!

I woke up in a cold room. My back hurt from sleeping on a hard surface. I looked down and saw that I had slept on a hard metal bed all this time. Dang, that wasn't hospitality. Then again, from what I had witnessed earlier, I was wrong in expecting anything decent from this group, whoever they were.

The walls were bare cement, rough and unyielding. A single domed camera kept watch from a corner, its blinking red light mocking me. There was a low screen in a corner, what I thought was the "privacy area". Other than that and the single, fluorescent light above my head, there wasn't anything else. A solid-looking steel door with a single window and a hatch near the bottom stood between me and freedom.

I stood up and stretched my aching back, wincing as the sore spots complained about the sleep. I rolled my shoulders and massaged what I could reach of my back, thinking about my situation. Where was I? What was going on? And what was with that whole test tube deal? Maybe I'd been dreaming...?

I looked down at my right arm and ruled that option out. No, the slight bump that was still there was too real for that. It had turned a faint red with blue streaks where the veins were swollen. I found the four holes where the needles had gone in. I pushed in with my fingers, and found a small hard lump underneath the skin. Weird... what had been in those tubes?

I sat down hard with my back against the wall, still tired and trying to figure out what was going on. The cold was starting to get to me, and I shivered where I sat. Just a little bit colder and I'd be able to see my breath.

Suddenly, a blinding pain rushed through my body, leaving me down on the ground and panting for breath. I tensed up and clutched at my head, where little dots of light danced around my vision. I was... in agony.

But the pain disappeared as swiftly as it had come. I straightened out from the ball I had curled up into, my breath coming in ragged bursts and unevenly.

I lay there for a while, resting and calming down, which was impossible considering I didn't have a single clue as to what was going on. The hours slowly dragged by, and I was lost in time. I only noticed that I was getting hungrier by the minute and there was nothing edible in my 'cell'.

Finally, as if on cue, the hatch on the door opened inwards and let in what looked like a small plate and a tin cup.

"Hey! Wait! I have a question..."

I rushed toward the hatch, only to have it slam shut in my face. I sighed in despair, and looked down at my 'meal'. It consisted of a piece of bread, some cheese, and a blackened banana. Yuck, it looked even worse than the stuff they claimed was edible at school. I turned away from it, unable to bring myself to eat such a meal.

As time went by, though, my stomach's rumbling turned to loud hunger growls, and the food began to look much more appealing than it had before. I finally had to submit to the urge to eat over my disgust over the food. I gulped down the banana, thinking that perhaps I could erase the memory of it with the bread and cheese. I made a face as a funky aftertaste lingered in my tongue. The bread was hard and stale, and the cheese had a weird texture. Strangely, they had the same funky aftertaste.

I downed the water in the tin cup to get rid of the funky taste, without thinking about how long it would be before I'd have water once again. It was cold, too, and only made me shiver worse while partially washing down the aftertaste.

I stood up and walked around the cell, thinking that maybe I'd warm up with some exercise. I found out that, indeed, the wall was meant to provide some privacy while still being watched by the camera. There was a small hole in the corner, slanted downwards, and I had to plug my nose and step away from it before I lost my meager meal. Guess that was the drainage system...

The walls were rough and filled with little holes, but strong. I ran my hand agaisnt them, trying to feel any peeling or crumbling parts, but found none. They wanted to make sure that whoever was in here would stay in. I despaired and imagined myself sitting here in solitary confinement while my friends and classmates graduated and lived their lives.

I finally came to the door and stared out. There was a small cement corridor outside the door, with a few windows here and there. Thus I was able to determine that it was somewhere around early morning, because the light coming in was faint and weak. The smooth glass window on the door belied its thickness. When I pounded my fists against it, it didn't even shake.

The hatch near the bottom was as smooth as everything else. It had a rubber-ish covering to keep sound in and out. I tried peeling the covering, but I wasn't able to get my fingernails under it. I gave up after some time, and looked sadly at my cell. I was a prisoner for no reason.

Unbeknownst to her, she was being watched intently by a person in a room labeled 'Observation'. There were a myriad of security screens and electronic devices in the room, taking up an entire wall. Another wall held communications equipment, with an intercom system and a radio base.

A single figure stood in front of the screen, hands clasped behind its back, staring at a monitor. A small label below the screen read "R-7", a red light indicating that the camera in the cell was on.

"So. She has awakened, and the mix has already begun diffusion and circulation. Very interesting... We might have to keep close watch on this one," she muttered, reaching for a clipboard that was on a chair. She scribbled a few notes on it, then turned back to the screen. The subject was sitting against the wall, with her head on her hands and staring off into space.

"What's on your mind, my new toy? Just wait until you see what's in store for you... I think you'll be pleasantly surprised."