Pokemon Legends: Project PRSON
For those of you who have read Pokemon Legends: Project ReBIRTH, consider this its reboot. Project PRSON serves as the beginning of the story I'm about to tell you, about mutant humans mixed with Pokemon DNA. These guys aren't the typical Human/Pokemon mix. They are 90% human, with 10% Pokemon DNA. They are projects of an evil corporation called MORGAN.
The following characters are our cast. From PRSON, to its sequels, we will travel with them into distant lands, meeting new people, strange enemies, and mysterious powers beyond their own control.
((A special note to the makers of these OCs; you guys are great in being so patient with me! I wanted to thank you by allowing you to add anything you feel this story may need. And, San child of the Wolves, I will be pairing Raze with Matthias this time around. I'm more comfortable with this, so I hope you enjoy!))
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***A Goal***
Momo hated cages. She hated cages with every fiber of her being, she thinks.
She absently twirled an orange lock of hair around her finger, glaring daggers through the metal bars of her cage. It was small, the size of a bathroom stall, with a long ceiling, only allowing her to stand with her head barely brushing the top.
It was cold. Unlike the "luxury" cells for the favorites, there was no air conditioning or heating at all. The large building her cell was located in only served to house the expendables, the ones who showed no great talent, yet had survived the gruesome experiments all the same.
The same gruesome experiments that took her friend.
Her eyes glazed over with a faraway look as she remembered the past. The good times, memories filled with laughter and joy. Nicole.
Her thoughts were broken as a guard slowly made his way over to her cell. Smirking darkly, he slapped a cylinder on the small tray on her ceil door. "Play time, freak. You know the drill. Five minutes with your buddies. Don't try anything."
Sliding in the tray, she growled darkly. Of course she knew the drill. MORGAN was clever. Taunt its captives with possibilities, even though there is absolutely no hope.
Cradling the Pokeballs, she stroked the slightly warm surface of her Houndoom. She remembered when she had first caught female as a Houndour, back when—
She shook her head. Stop, just stop! The past is in the past. It didn't matter. All the mattered was gathering that once positive energy and transforming it into a usable source of power. Power to complete her ultimate goal, one that kept her from falling into utter despair.
Speaking to the Pokeball, she murmured, "I will get us out of here. I will. I promise."
How long has she been trapped behind these steel walls? Too long for her, she knew. She had honestly lost count of the days. Not that she cared anymore.
It was too long. Way too long. She wanted out, bad.
But more than anything, more than freedom's sweet promise, more than the ability to see her parents and loved ones again. . .
She wanted to see Colt's head roll.
Sorry it took so long! Hope this meets your expectations! I tried to go into the past, but Momo doesn't seem ready for that step juuuuuuuust yet. Another time. ;)
