Warning: I do not own or claim to own Pokemon or any of the original characters from the show in any way shape or form. My own OC's are mine though, sorry.
Here we go with Chapter 6, this one's a little darker then those before but here we go. Please review!
"Little boss, it's time to go see the big boss." The grunt told me, looking uncomfortable at his position in my doorway as Nidoqueen walked around the room. Even since hurting my governess she had been assigned to the task since Grandfather didn't battle much anymore. She seemed to enjoy it, though I just assumed that she liked being out of her pokeball. It didn't matter much to me though, it was someone to talk to without having to worry if they would tell grandfather or betray me.
"Just a minute." I told the grunt, my back still to him as I looked at myself in the mirror. I wore a white dress with matching shoes and a bow in my hair. Moss, my Pachirisu sat on top of the full length mirror, chattering a mile a minute which Nidoqueen answered every once in a while. I reached to my dresser, taking the white bag from its spot and sliding it over my shoulder. It only help one thing, Pachirisu's pokeball, but it was enough for me.
"I'm ready now. Thank you for waiting." I told the grunt with a smile.
"If you'll follow me little boss." He said, leading the way out of the room and into the inner workings of the hide out. I followed, Nidoqueen lumbering behind me as moss ran circles around us, chattering all the while. Soon we were in a room I had never been to before, lined in vats and tubes, wires hanging from the ceiling as machines beeped and scientists ran around tending to them. In the middle of the chaos stood my grandfather, tall and proud with Nidoking on one side and Persian the other.
"Boss." the grunt stated with a bow.
"Dismissed." He answered, the grunt running off at his command. "Come closer Keeran."
I did as he urged, silently going to his side as he laid a hand on my shoulder. "What is this place?" I asked, curiosity taking over my feel of uneasiness.
"This is the future of team rocket, each and every one of them." He explained with a grin.
"But what are they?" I demanded again, still confused.
"Come look and see." He said, leading me to one of the vats as a scientist ran away from it. I could hear the pokemon follow us as grandfather opened a window on the vat and I peered inside. For a moment all I could see was murky water, then suddenly something slammed into the glass and stayed there, forcing me to jump back into Nidoqueen as grandfather chuckled.
"What, what is it?" I asked, clinging to Nidoqueens hand but unable to tear my eyes away from the form in the tank window.
"That my dear is a pokemon, a Shuppet to be exact, a ghost pokemon. Isn't it magnificent?" he asked. I carefully observed the pokemon, noticing the faint scar between its eyes, making it look as though a third eye might rest there.
"What is it doing in there?" I asked, morbid curiosity bringing me closer to the window once again.
"We're borrowing its energy, its ghostly powers, in order to conduct some experiments. Legend says that ghost pokemon can access another world. One like ours, but different, one that usually only those who die can reach. Using this, we could have ultimate power, maybe even that which to bring back the dead. Those who can harness this power can be gods among men." He explained, becoming lost in his plans.
"To bring back mom and dad?" I asked, hopeful.
"No, it's too late for them. They have been gone to long, their bodies gone. No, not Silver and Rachel, but others." He told me.
"But that's not fair." I plainly stated, drawing his attention back to me.
"Life is not fair." He answered cruelly, frowning at me. I was silent, staring at the ghost pokemon in the tank who repeatedly banged against it.
"Let it go." I demanded, turning angerly to my grandfather.
"What?" he demanded in return, eyes trained on me.
"I said let him go, let them all go, you can't do this to pokemon!" I explained. "You told me that pokemon were our friends."
"I also told you that pokemon were here to help us gain, this is how the pokemon are helping us gain." He answered as we started to draw attention.
"You're always saying things that don't make sense! You never make sense." I accused. "You say their our friends but you hurt them, you say you'll bring people back to life but you won't bring mom and dad back. You say that ghost pokemon can go to another world but their still trapped here in your dumb tubs, dying and you won't do anything." I screeched, stomping my foot.
"Your out of line." He announced, silencing me, or at least attempting to.
"No, you're out of line." I answered.
"Pokemon our friends, we're supposed to be nice to them, not meanies." I told him, the room growing completely silent except for the odd buzz of a machine.
"Your wrong Keeran, you need to get that straight this instant. You need to straighten yourself out now." He threatened.
"No! Your out of line, you need to straighten yourself out, you…" my words fell silent as his hand whipped across my face. The room was frozen in shock for a minute before I started crying.
"Be quiet for once." He demanded but I didn't stop, even when he grabbed me by the front of my dress and lifted me up to his level, shaking me as he ordered to me to stop. I didn't stop though, I couldn't.
"Get her out of my sight." He announced, throwing me. I flinched as I hit armor, feeling the pokemons hands close around me before I could fall to the floor. I felt moss curl up on my stomach, sitting still for the first time I could remember since he had hatched.
All I could do was cry though, cry as my five year old mind shattered at my grandfather's true cruelty, at the evil I had taken for granted every day of my life. I cried for the people and pokemon he had hurt. Mostly though I cried for myself, knowing I would never escape the evil I had been born into.