Don't own Pokémon, as you probably could have guessed. The only purpose of this non-profit fanfiction by me is for entertainment reading, as well as enhancing my writing skills. Hope you enjoy Chapter 2!

"Johto Lab, Sector D, Test Subject #1217. Date is August 12th, time is noon. Today will be testing resistance to types of attacks."

The man before me, adorned in a white lab coat-the only significant aspect of his figure-spoke into the little black box in his hand, holding his train of thought in the contraption, before setting is back upon the steel table next to me. A slight klink sound echoed through the room. It was rather spacious with walls stretching from corner to corner of my eye, and if I wasn't bound at the time, I would have been unconsciously urged to stretch out my arms and take up what space I could. Sighing, I glanced down to the recorder's table, noticing only a filled syringe-probably an emergency tranquilizer, seeing as though I have made attempts to escape this new prison of mine- and a thick monitor next to it. The writing on the screen was too small for me to see, not to mention the angle I tried squinting at. Regardless, the scientist typed in a several rows of code, and then pressed a red key among the options-never a good sign-, and stood back as the program went through.

Turning my eyes forward, I gazed towards the reason for the room's size. A machine, mostly looking like a projector of sorts, took up the majority of the room, and of course, was directed at my own self. It started up when the scientist pushed the button, and began humming, coming to life with glowing lights covering the sides. The lab worker, noticing my less than pleasant expression at the sight of the machine, took joy on describing what it was to me.

"This beauty of a thing is a type-radiating dispenser. It created a replicated essence of an attack's type, and bounces back to tell its effectiveness on the subject. We use it to take Pokémoon we don't know much about to comprehend its typing and what it is best designed for. Great for new species, I must say!"

Caring to point a flaw out, I retorted to him, "But I'm not a Pokémon, genius. I'm just a teenager, am I not?"

His look didn't change, still one of great enthusiasm. "Oh, but that's what makes this even better! You may not be a Pokémon, but something about you, something about your own code, makes you just as durable as one! Because of that, we may be able to create enhanced humans with your DNA, and that would allow for us to create an army of our own, people and Pokémon!"

I would have responded with how immoral it was, the idea of created genetically enhanced humans for such reasons. But before I could utter a syllable, I felt a slightly stinging sensation in my chest, which caught me off guard. Certain enough, the machine had projected a blue wave towards me, and it hurt. A few seconds after it had started, it died down, and the scientist looked to his screen to see the results.

"Hm…regular effectiveness from Water-Type. Rules out some options...let's try Dragon-Type."

More buttons pressed in succession, and the machine fired at me again, with a shining radiance, not really any specific color, at the same target once more. I braced for the contact…nothing. I looked at the rays, and they were going through me just as normal, but I didn't feel anything really. Only a vibration if I had to express it.

"Resistance to Dragon-Type moves? That would only leave one type, but let's run one more test for sure…"

"Why!? Because you want to get more fun out of me, like I'm some kind of lab experiment? I'm a human, for Arceus' sake! How low will you go for the sake of curiosity!?"

"This secret lab of ours is for the study of Pokémon! Ethical or not, we work to uncover every fact about every species, and the brightest scientists devote themselves to that cause!" It seemed as though I pulled a nerve there on him. I decided to go a little further…

"Brightest scientists, huh? Know any?" Amusing as the insult was, I didn't have the humor to smile at my own wit. However, his twisted facial at this was enough for me to be satisfied.

"Why, you…I will not have you questioning my intellect! You, are but an experiment to me to conduct research on, nothing else! You are lower than me in this place! I talk down to you if at all," he argued, losing his tolerance with me.

"Then why am I higher up on this table?" I had a point there. That point, however, only seemed to poke at his patience with me.

"You think you're so clever, don't you? That you are the better man here?"

"I know that I am. Pull this table down, then we can talk on the same level physically. Let me out to take a life, then we can talk on the same level morally…monster." My statement left him red in the face with anger. The white coat didn't help either, the bright attire contrasting with his skin. He looked like a tomato, frankly. He was about to shout out, when suddenly, the doors slid open, and snapping out of his state of rage, the scientist turned in surprise to the one who gave presence to the room.

The 'redhead' regained his composure upon seeing the admin. I could tell because of the finer detail to which his apparel pertained, though it was different from the last one I encountered back in the town. The shirt was majorly black like a grunt, with yellow lines tracing up each side, ending at the neck. The man seemed to have a few more years on him than the others, though his hair, both top and chin, consisted of only purple, odd enough a sight as you'd imagine. The last unique article of his getup was the belt with small capsules hanging from it, though I was clueless as to what materials resided within, and my curiosity was weak enough to pass off my desire for knowledge, doubtless it would only be regretful.

"Er, Lambda Sir! What brings you?" The mere presence of the guy was enough to cancel any prior events in the scientist's composure, as if I hadn't ever gotten to him.

"Well, sad to say, the higher up wishes for this here lad to be moved north to Sector C. They've finally had their renovations complete, and they wish to commence studies immediately on him. Apparently, whatever is going on in his body can be groundbreaking to our advances."

"But we had only started here! I had plenty more tests waiting to be done!" he tried to reason, yet to no positive results.

"I know, I had some things to try out as well. Unfortunate for us, they have better mechanics and engineering at this point, so it would be best to oblige, for the sake of faster results. Were you able to get anything, however?" the admin was eager for any details about me.

"All I could conduct was that, whatever it is that enhances his capabilities, it appears to reside as and produce a Fairy-Type essence. I have no clue what would do such a thing, but I can assure that it is true."

"Fairy-Type, you say? Now that's a rare one in these parts, basically nonexistent. Oh well, let's get moving with this kid," he concluded. I cared not to talk whatsoever, seeing as though I not only had anything to contribute to such polysyllabic converse, but that it was better to get any details about myself. In all honesty, after 3,000 years, I never cared to know why I wouldn't change in the slightest. I haven't aged for the most part, and I've always been able to perform slightly better than those I ever encountered. I had no idea how to find out, so finding out that I was apparently a "Fairy-Type" was one step in the proper direction.

"Purple-doo" pulled one of the capsules from his belt, one with a greenish tint to its inner solution. I didn't even bother anymore trying to move, or else I would've gotten out by now. It was probably a Sleep Powder replication into liquid state, for I dozed off after being injected. Like the last time, I don't know what happened after that, only that the next time that I would wake up, I would get my chance to escape.

Well, that probably took a little while. Sorry for anyone who has been waiting, but it has been an importunate barrage of work to get done over the past two weeks, both in and out of the school hours (at least my English teacher would be happy for me using 'importunate' in a sentence). Anyways, I hope you liked reading, and thank you to those who have continued to. Please, any reviews would be very much appreciated, for it lets me know that people care. Not that I would stop, but it does give motivation more than anything else for me.

Happy Appreciate a Dragon Day! (Yes, it is an official holiday, I swear. Go ahead, Google it.) I give appreciation to Charizard, Saphira, Smaug, Haku, and Discord! Let me know your favorite dragons if you wish.