"My favorite Rapidash... It's... cute... lovely... smart... plus... amazing... you think so?... oh yes... it's... stunning... kindly... love it! Hug it... when... sleeping... warm and cuddly... spectacular... ravishing..." the old chairman kept repeating over and over. Perhaps there was even a pattern to his words. Spark found himself counting with his fingers the times he used an adjective to describe his Pokémon.

Years had passed in Spark's, head. Centuries, possibly.

The room was lighted up by the smell of pie, berries and macaroons. Clouds of sweet smell, rustled across his face every now and then, making him hungry. The cracking wood on the chimney set up a placid and relaxing atmosphere.

But the old man kept talking and talking. Candela looked furious on one side of the couch. On the other, Blanche faked her attention on the old man almost like an expert. And in the middle, Spark fell asleep.

…

He was in Route 10, right above Lavender city training one of his many Pokémon in a cavern.

"Let's go Jolteon!" he screams enthusiastic as he summoned his Pokémon to battle a trainer's Zubat.

The realism of this dream felt superb. It was like watching that 8k TV that flashed high quality Kalos scenery through the glass window of the Celadon Department Store. He used to walk miles just to look at the beautiful pictures. Strange Pokémon. Fancy clothes. Cute girls. It seemed like a great place to be.

"Jolteon, zap it with a Thunderbolt!" he ordered as he gestured movements with his hands, just like a trainer would do.

Battle after battle, he fought along his Pokémon. A strange feeling filled his guts every time he won a battle. Happiness. Pride. Strength. All of it was present.

The day had grown tired and the sun was slowly fading away. The moon replaced it up, along with millions of shiny stunning stars. But before heading back to Lavender city, he and his partners had to regain some strength, so they walked to a small valley just outside the cave, with a strong clear river by its side. Thick green grass covered the ground where he stood.

On the other side of the valley, a tall building with basic gray walls and dense vines crawling over. Heavy red pipes were crazily connected around the structure. Four chimneys stood up on the roof, high enough for clouds to cover their top. He had heard Uncle Surge talk about it, the old Kanto plant. Abandoned long ago; right after remodeling the electric systems of the country.

The day had darkened considerably and he could swear he felt a raindrop.

Although the grass was strong and condensed were he stood, a small path had been made across it. There, the plants were yellow and weak. Stomped all over, again and again.

He took a small step forward, and cursed at the mud on his shoes. He then proceeded more carefully, jumping over the few rocks he could find. The distance felt longer with every hop, as if older Spark had not done his leg works in a while.

The reflection of the moon shone over the tinted dirty windows of the abandoned building. Nothing could be seen from outside. He stood in front of the door, where a small ray of light beamed dimly through the frame. The moon was now blocked by dark rain clouds, and the black window shone no more. Jolteon, stood at his side. Ears up. Eyes widened. Senses alert.

Spark pushed the hefty glass door.

He expected screaky sounds and a strong friction but for his surprise it went smoothly. Too smoothly.

Silence had swooshed away as soon as he got inside. The inside was noisy, with disorganized sound. A rush of cold humid air crawled over his body. Spark soon realized that he stood on a second floor, on a balcony or a viewer of some kind. A strong light radiated from the middle and down into the building. He approached carefully, Jolteon at his heels. It was not the noise that worried him, but the sudden movements he could make.

As he got closer to the edge of the veranda the sound increased considerably, almost unbearable. The air turned chillier and the light became stronger.

Spark could not believe his eyes.

Down, on the underground floor, an enormous machine was powered. Cables, levers and buttons had been placed almost aimlessly over distinct panels of it. Conveyer belts moved on each side, carrying tons of syringes with a yellow liquid in them. A group of scientists sat by their desks, filling reports or whatever scientists do on their desks.

Spark focused his eyes on the middle, where something had caught his attention.

"For Arceus love," he muttered to himself.

A massive clear vault poised itself in the middle of the machine… with a Pokémon inside.

He could not recognize the Pokémon, not from that distance, so he searched for a way down.

Not so far away, he could see an elevator, behind some mountains of debris. Spark ran ducked across the floor and hid behind the dust hump.

He felt like those detectives in TV, hiding behind the corners two observe ahead. From this distance, he could hear some steps. His hearing had surprised this day. Candela and Blanche always reminded him how deaf he was and blamed all his videogames for it.

Company was not expected at this rate, but there was only one way he could get away into the elevator. He stood up, jumped over the dirt hill and called for Jolteon.

A Pokémon battle was ahead.

The guards quickly spotted him and as trainers' etiquette stated, he threw his Pokéball across the field.

"Arcanine, Fire Fang!" he ordered, even before his Pokémon got out.

Arcanine? Spark thought. Those are Pokémon used by the national Police, not by thugs protecting illegal researches.

Red flames materialized on the foe's mouth, just as he ran towards them.

"Quickly, Thunderbolt. Go!" Spark yelled just before Jolteon sent bolts of electricity towards the opponent.

"Dodge," the man shouted and his Pokémon maneuvered his way around Jolteon's move. "Now use Flare Blitz."

Fire Blitz was a fast move, so Spark had to find a way to out-speed the opponent and avoid the attack. "Jolteon, use quick attack to run across the field!"

Jolteon's speed was impressive, dashing over the uneasy floor like it was a scroll on the park. Arcanine could not ever keep up with his speed.

"Arcanine, Extreme Speed!"

Sparks hopes collapsed immediately as he saw Jolteon getting bumped over by Arcanine's powerful attack.

One. Two. Three times.

It seemed impossible to counter attack them now. Jolteons have an amazing speed and special attack, but they are an easy prey on hands of a faster Pokémon.

And then, it struck him.

"Jolteon. Use Discharge while speeding!"

Jolteon looked back to him and gave him a slight nod, before getting jarred back by another attack.

Then, it stood up. Legs strong and eyes sharp. He jolted across the floor again summoning clusters of bolts all around him.

Arcanine tried to stop his attack but its speed was already too much. He crashed directly onto Jolteon's Discharge and got paralyzed.

"Girdle him pal and end this with a Thunderbolt!"

A plethora of smoke, lifted over after the attack and rendered them blind for a second. This was his chance to get to the elevator, before the other guards challenged him too.

He took Jolteon's Pokeball and called upon his Pokémon to rest. Rushed across the room and pushed the buttons as hard as he could. The elevator flicked open almost instantly. He jumps right in and pushed the buttons again, this time to the base floor. A gunshot was heard and a bullet hit the frame door. Another, the wall. Either their aim was terrible or they were still sightless by the smoke. He could not see to the other side, where darkness had taken over after the battle had ended.

Three bullets later, the doors of the elevator closed and he proceeded down to the building's base.