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Chapter 3
Lingering Fear
The Pokemon darted around the dense tree trunks, sticky goo and other venomous assaults landing dangerously close. The only thing she could do now was to keep running. If she tried to stop and launch an attack, one of theirs would probably hit her. As she checked behind her to see how far away they were, she ran into something solid and crashed to the ground.
"Ouch! Oh, a Pokemon?" the girl said in surprise. She looked about 15 years of age and had dark brown hair that came down to her mid-back. Her face was framed by two long strands of hair on either side. She had dark green eyes and long, slender legs. She wore some comfy-looking gray tennis shoes with light green socks, khaki shorts, a light green belt with a brown buckle, and a purplish top with a sweetheart neckline, which she had tucked into her shorts. The shirt had poufy reddish-purple sleeves, heathered pinkish-purple fabric below the neckline, and maroon trim bordering all exposed edges of the shirt. There were also two black buttons mounted on a maroon tab in the middle of the top of the blouse.
The Pokemon just stared at her for a while until it heard the foe approaching from behind. Not knowing what else to do, she hid behind the girl's legs. She could sense that this human was not a bad one.
"You there! Hand that Pokemon over."
The girl looked at the strange men in front of her, then at the tiny Pokemon at her feet, and back again.
"No. She doesn't like you."
"You little brat! Golbat, use Poison Fang!"
In one, fluid motion, the girl pulled out a Poke Ball and released an elegant, green and white Pokemon.
"I don't think so. Gardevoir, use Psychic."
The Gardevoir obeyed its Trainer and sent out a mass of mental energy. The furry little Pokemon at her feet watched in amazement as it KO'd the Golbat with one hit.
"Argh!" one of the men yelled, obviously surprised. "Pretty good, but not good enough!"
He commanded another Golbat to attack, but it was defeated just as easily as the first. The jump-suited guys kept sending in Pokemon, but they were no match for Gardevoir. After a few minutes, they were left with no more Pokemon, most having been knocked out with one hit. They ran away quickly, startled by how strong this girl was.
"Thanks Gardevoir," she said as she returned the Pokemon to its Poke Ball. Then she crouched down next to the furry Pokemon at her feet and softly patted its head.
"It's okay, they're gone now. They won't bother you anymore."
The girl picked it up into her arms and stood again, the Pokemon allowing her to do so. This girl was trustworthy, she could tell.
"I don't think I've seen a Pokemon like you before. Are you possibly a new one?"
"Am I?" she wondered quietly. From how everyone had reacted on the beach, it didn't sound unrealistic.
They both sat there contemplating for a while until the girl was struck by an idea.
"Maybe Professor Oak will know." Reaching down, she grabbed another Poke Ball and threw it in the air, releasing a Pidgeot.
"Hey there," she greeted, stroking its feathery head. "Can you take us to Pallet Town?"
The Pidgeot made a cooing sound in response and bent low so her trainer could climb on her back. The girl, still holding the strange little Pokemon, carefully mounted the bird.
"Hold on," she said as her Pidgeot prepared to take off. With one great sweep of its wings, the Pidgeot shot toward the sky. Having never flown before, the furry Pokemon cringed when it felt its body ascending rapidly. It almost felt as if she had left her physical self on the ground, and this was her spirit soaring into the atmosphere. After a while, she got used to the sensation of flight and settled down. She could feel the cool air rushing through her fur, and it vaguely reminded her of the time she had been on the boat. Before long, a small town came into view and they began their descent.
"Thank you Pidgeot. I'll see you later." The girl said, calling it back to its Pokeball. Then she turned toward a large, rectangular building and walked inside.
The furry Pokemon was amazed by what she saw. Piles of books were stacked in tall, wooden bookshelves, all of them containing information about Pokemon. A little further back, there were many computers, laptops, and other machines, each with a specific purpose. There were also people in white lab coats all over the place, reading books, tending to the machines, and writing on clipboards.
"Professor Oak?" the girl called as she wandered toward the back of the lab. An elderly man with gray hair and a lab coat just like those of the other researchers turned from a computer to look at the girl approaching him.
"Ah, Hayley. Good to see you again." As he spotted the Pokemon in her arms, he added," Who do we have here?"
"I was hoping you might know, Professor. You see, these guys were chasing it around on the Seafoam Islands so I stepped in and made them leave her alone. The problem is, this kind of Pokemon isn't registered in my Pokedex."
"I'm afraid this particular Pokemon is unfamiliar to me as well."
"I'm guessing it might be an evolution of Eevee. Look…" Hayley set the Pokemon on a table in front of them. "The body shape is almost identical to Eevee's. The fur and ears are a little different, but other than that, it looks a lot like an Eevee."
Sensing a long conversation to come, the Eevee-like Pokemon sat down.
"You're right, but that still doesn't tell us how it came to be. Are you sure you have no idea where it originally came from?"
"No. All I know is that I found it on the Seafoam Islands."
"Hmm…that makes it a bit harder. Well, all I can say right now is that it's a young Pokemon. You can tell from its proportions."
He thought for a moment.
"Maybe if we could hook it up to this machine," he said as he gestured to the contraption next to the table," we could learn more about its genetics. That should help us determine at least if it is, in fact, an evolution of Eevee and its type."
Hayley nodded and walked over to the device, flipping up a cap on the side and pulling out some thin, metal cords. The Pokemon froze when it saw them. It forced terrible images of the day she had awoken in that beaten-up lab into her mind once again…the machines that had been surrounding her so suspiciously, the cylindrical glass chambers filled with the vision-altering fluid…and the wires that had been attached to her body, confining her in their metal grip…