FSE

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The sun shined brightly over the tall grassy field. White puffy clouds lazily grazed over the blue sky, and birds tweeted happily from their perched spot on a tree limb. An abra sat on the ground below the tree, blissfully smelling a bush of berries before he pulled one of the red fruits off, licked it carefully, and then chewed on it. His face instantly lit up with happiness, juice running down his cheeks, which he quickly licked up.

Above him, the birds stopped tweeting and fluttered off. He didn't notice, and pulled off another berry. Just as he was about to place it in his open maw, the faint whirring sound of something rushing through the air made his ears flicker. But it was too late. Just as he was going to teleport away, a sharp sting hit his neck, and he fell down to the ground, the red fruit rolling away uneaten.

Much of what happened after was a blur. There was a net, a car, and humans. He remembered blood, and lots of pain. Blinking lights. A scalpel cut into his neck and center of his scalp while he lay drugged on a table, not able to move, but able to feel everything - but the pain was so great that his senses were overloaded, and he blacked out before it was even over.

When he awoke, he was sitting cross-legged, but his back was arched and his head laid against the ground. His memory was a mess. His neck and head was sore, but when he felt it, there was no sign of a cut. Physically, he looked fine, but that was certainly not what his body told him. It was night now, and he looked about. "This is the same tree," he noted, and looked up. The birds were gone, but the nest was there. Below him, the berry that he remembered was gone. Perhaps another creature had come by and eaten it already?... Was everything a dream, and he fell asleep while eating, and got cramps for sleeping in a weird position?

He shook his head, and made his way home. Oh, this would take some explaining to his wife...

"Gre, where have you been?" she asked, hands resting at her sides.

She sat on a chair in a makeshift hut of twigs, leaves, and grass. It was sturdier than it looked, and it was under a human bridge in the forest with water running underneath, to the immediate right of the home. It was good and clean water, suitable enough for them to drink and wash in. The bridge was rotten with age, and clearly not used often. It provided both a natural shelter and privacy. The hut itself was small, but homely and warm. A bed sat in one corner, a table with a lit candle in the center, with a couple chairs, one currently occupied. The entrance wasn't a door, but was a plastic tarp that Gre had just walked through.

"I'm sorry I was gone all day, Biche. I found some berries, look," he held a small pouch out and laid it on the table. Some more of the same red berries he had found before were contained in it. "But I started eating them and fell asleep."

She raised an eyebrow and poked at them. "If you fell asleep while eating them, are you sure they aren't poisonous? I haven't seen these kinds before."

"No, they're fine. I'm sure of it," he nodded. "I've eaten them before. I guess I just didn't realize how tired I was when I was out. Had a hell of a dream, too."

Biche rolled the berries up and tied the pouch into a knot, and then placed them onto a shelf that was adjacent to the bed. It was really just a small, two-shelved bookcase they had found thrown away, but it served well enough for storage in their humble abode. A few other similar tied cloths sat there. "Well, it'll do." She turned and hugged him. "Thank you for coming back safely."

He hissed at her touch, and pushed her back. She seemed shocked, and Gre quickly lowered his head. "Er, sorry. I woke up really sore. I fell asleep sitting up, and my back was bent forward."

"Oh, hon." She worriedly touched her lips with her fingers, and motioned to the bed. "Why don't you lay down and be comfortable then? It's late anyways. I was going to sleep soon."

"That sounds like a good idea to me," Gre smiled, and kissed her cheek.

But from then on, every night's dreams were similar. He'd have cold sweats, he would toss and turn in bed. Biche never bothered him about it, but would be worried when he woke up still tired so often.

About a year later...

Gre suddenly jerked out of bed. He had dreamt of being on an operating table again, but they wouldn't stop cutting into his flesh. They kept going, until nothing but bone remained. Panting, he got out of bed, shivering even though it was a hot summer night outside. That's when he noticed that the bed was empty. "Biche?" Then, he walked outside. Nothing. "Biche!" he called, and still nothing. Suddenly, a steady and loud siren buzzed in his head. He fell to his knees, groaning in pain while he held his nose. When he looked to them, his hands were actually covered in blood.

"What the..." The first thing he thought is that he probably has some kind of serious disease he didn't know about. But it didn't matter, right now, he needed to find Biche. Why was she gone at such a late hour anyways, especially when she was rather late in the pregnancy? Besides, he would need to find her and tell her about his health getting worse anyways. The sounds and pains were happening more often, but he hid it from her, not wanting to worry her. Had she ran away, tired of his odd mannerisms?

An odd sensation suddenly washed over him. For some reason, he looked over to his right, and somewhere past the dark trees, he simply knew she was out there somewhere. And so, he bolted in that direction.

There she was. And there were the humans, though it was too dark to make them out in detail. He stopped in his tracks, simply shocked and scared. A ball was thrown at her, and she a red light absorbed her. "No!" he yelled out. At that, he began to run towards them.

Another light emerged from a ball thrown near him. He thought it might've been to catch him, but the angle was off. Instead, a Lucario came out of the light. It opened its red eyes and frowned at the abra.

"This is all I have to face? This won't be much fun. Hey, doc," he yelled back, looking over his shoulders. "Toss me an X-Speed, I'd rather get this over with."

That's when he noticed that the humans, several standing around, all smiling and talking to one another, were wearing labcoats. They looked like the ones he remembered before, from every night in his dreams.

"Who are you?" Gre asked, clenching his fists and getting into a fighting position. The jackal-like creature crossed his arms and smirked. "Well, not that it matters, but you can call me Ampere."

Gre growled and stomped on the ground. "That's not what I meant! What happened to Biche, my wife?!"

"Oh, getting impatient? Me too!"

Amp leaped forward to the small abra, and threw a spiked fist at his face. Gre barely managed to lean out of the way, only getting his cheek grazed. He spun around and slammed his elbow into the lucario's side. But he recovered almost instantly, not even loosing his footing. Amp's claws glew purple, and a faint transparent purple, and he slashed at Gre's chest, blood flowing freely from the cuts.

"Gah!" he stumbled back, holding his chest painfully. Why did that hurt so much more than it seemed like it should have? What was that move?

"Shadow Claw. I was told that would work pretty well," the lucario explained. Then he turned back to his apparent master. "Stop wasting my time on these small fries. Didn't I just take one out?"

He cringed his fangs, and growled, eyes glowing a brighter purple. Neon smoke even radiated off of him. "You did what?"

The lucario looked back to the abra, and tilted his head a bit. "Huh? Did your aura just change?" But instead of answering, the abra's facial expression blanked, aside from a slight scowl, and his eyes emitted translucent neon purple smoke. He teleported directly in front of the Lucario. He spun mid-air and landed a hard kick on the lucario's shoulder. There was an audible crack. The jackal screamed, saliva flinging off of his tongue while his eyes rolled back.

Gre landed on his feet, and punched his foe in the gut. Amp reeled forward, out of breath. 'Fall and fake a defeat, and then use a projectile. I can get the advantage," he thought. Gre picked up ever bit of it, effortlessly able to read his moves, and even read his instincts before the lucario himself realized.But then the abra fired a point-blank Confusion, flinging the creature back, tired and bloodied. "Agh! God damn. Well, guess you won that one, huh?" Amp asked, propping himself up on his elbow and grinning.

Even if the lucario was done, Gre certainly wasn't. He held up a hand, pointing it to him. Amp seemed confused at first, but then began to cringe, holding his head and screaming. "Get out of my damn head! What's that annoying buzz?!"

"It's the sound I've been hearing for over a year. That you made." He kept it up until the lucario passed out. And even after that, he walked over to the passed-out figure, got on his knees, and began beating him in the face, slamming his fists held together over him until he was bruised and hardly breathing. But a tiny spark in his soul kept him from completely killing the creature, although he very much felt the temptation to.

The scientists standing around seemed impressing, talking to one another. He focused in on a particular one. Tall and slightly fat, glasses, black hair, poorly shaven with heterochrome eyes. "Give her back," Gre growled, though of course all the humans could hear was "Abra abra" as he stepped closer to the human, clenching his blood-covered fists. He could sense Biche on him, in one of the balls on his belt.

One of those annoying darts pierced his neck again, and a second later, he was out.

What happened over the next few months was hell. Biche gave birth, and Gre was not even there to see it. What gender was his child? He didn't know. All he knew was this one human known as Ryan, the one he almost attacked for having Biche before, kept flashing cards with signs on them, and saying sounds. He would do it until Gre would copy him. Eventually, the signs came in combinations, and the pronunciation of the sounds changed. And it became apparent, as he could sense the thoughts of other humans, that everyone kept thinking in terms of these images and sounds. It was something he couldn't turn off, and often when people would think one thing and say another, the sounds mixed in his brain and confused him. But he figured out they were teaching him their language.

It took awhile, but he eventually learned to say, by specifically hunting for the words for them in their heads, "Where is she?" That was his first true self-made English sentence, spoken to Ryan.

"What did you say?" he said in shock and with a smile, so proud of his research coming to fruition.

Gre slammed the table with his fists. "Wife! Child! Where?!"

It took a few moments, and he stared in confusion while two guards holding rifles walked in the room in response to the outburst. Ryan held up a hand, keeping the guards back. "I'm sorry, I didn't understand you at first." He shook his head, and then slowly said, "She is fine. So is the baby. Do you understand?"

"Yes. But, where?" he responded.

Ryan didn't answer. That's fine, he didn't have to. Gre could see the image flashing in Ryan's mind just in response to the question, and knew exactly where they were in the building. He could feel the mental all the thoughts between those places. That's all he needed. It wasn't far away, but barely within his teleport distance limit.

The buzzing in his head worsed, and he winced, leaning forward on the table with a bloody nose. The scientist did nothing, and simply sat there as if waiting for it to pass. Gre tried to teleport, but the bracelet on his neck began to glow blue, signaling that he was trying to use his ability. The pain increased, but he wouldn't stop.

"If you don't stop trying to escape, that device will kill you. Stop, Abra." Gre didn't understand all of that, but he understood "stop".

He grinned. "No." Then, he poofed in a flash of purple light. Everyone in the room seemed shock.

"Hey, man, he's wearin' that thing. He shouldn't be able to do that!" one of the guards said, panicked, while he other ran out of the room. That one soon followed.

Ryan sat there at the table, scratching his chin. "Then clearly, his power is more than what we thought. It's a bit of a problem, that our experiment on enhancing his ability seems so successful." He got up out of his seat in the gray police interrogation-like room, and left.

Gre grabbed Biche, laying down passed out in a cage. She was not well-fed or clean. Like a rat, a water bottle hanged on the side, but it looked dry and as if it hadn't been filled for awhile, and her food in her bowl looked old. Her body was still warm, and she was breathing. He grabbed the collar and tore it off of himself and her, the electronic devices only held on by a thin rubber strap, but also with hooks dug into their flesh. He yelled in pain at tearing it out himself, but Biche didn't even react other than bleeding. She was really out of it.

Next, what looked like the nursery from Hell. A small abra lay in a metal, almost demonic-looking 'crib" with spikes at the top in case the child tried to crawl out. A table lay next to him, a syringe containing blood there and some other medical tools. Thankfully, when Gre looked into there desperately, he saw that the child seemed unharmed. No terrible cuts, and looked to be sound asleep and fine health-wise. He picked him up in one arm, and teleported again, and again, simply leaving the facility and getting a distance well enough until he could run. He couldn't go back to his normal home, they'd find them instantly. Where to, then? Just into the forest, deep and far away.

It was hard running like this with a baby in one arm and a near-dead wife in the other, but he managed, and eventually stopped in an open field with a lake in the center. The grass looked clean-cut, a sign of humans. This must be a public park, but there's no where else to go right now, and it was empty at the moment. He took the two near the lake, and began collecting water in his palms and pouring the liquid carefully into Biche's mouth.

She woke up, coughing. Without a word, she reached over to the water and began to ravenously drink it up. Soon after, she looked over to the child, and held him tightly. Then she kissed Gre.

"They took him from the the second he was born, and then as soon as tossed me back in that cage. They didn't come by to make sure I was fine anymore, once they took him. It's like all they care about was him... Why?" She barely managed to get so many words out, crying and choking up between many of them. "Why?!"

"I, I really don't know. I don't understand any of this myself," he shook his head. "They kept me mostly locked up in this one room. Well-fed and clean. Bastards, why'd they do that to you? Are you alright?" he asked, looking over her more now that he had the chance.

"I'm fine, just tired and very hungry." She took another drink of water, and then held her son up for them to see. "You know, without much to think of other than dying and you, I tried to think of names while I was alone in that cage."

Gre finally took a moment to really look at his child. He smiled. 'A son, huh?' Pride swept over him, and he looked into his kid's eyes. But then something began to worry him. Biche hadn't noticed, probably out of fatigue and the joy of freedom. But the child wasn't looking back at them when they did. And he hadn't cried the whole time. Nothing. But it was certainly alive and not hurt, lazily looking around, eyes out of focus. Gre didn't say anything yet. He wasn't sure, and there wasn't a point in worrying Biche right now. Nothing could be done either way.

"What names?"

Biche looked shy, "Well, I wasn't sure about naming him after our relatives. I always kind of disliked that idea."

"Me too. We talked a little about that before; I'm glad you remembered," he chuckled. "So, what is his name?"

A smile crept on her embarrassed face. "I thought Shing sounded pretty nice."

"Shing? Where'd you get it?" he asked, looking down at the small abra as he thought that in his head.

She shrugged. "Well, that's the embarrassing part. I just, thought it sounded good."

He smiled, and hugged her. "It does."

They escaped into a secluded area. Unfortunately, they couldn't go too far. They were simply too exhausted, and Biche's condition couldn't handle it. When night fell, they decided to sleep under a particularly tall tree surrounded by a good number of bushes. It was relatively hidden compared to everything else; there simply wasn't anywhere to stay aside from that at this time of night.

She fell asleep, holding Shing in her arms. Then the buzzing again. Gre held back his groans, scowling and sweating from the pain. But his nose began to bleed again, and he had to stand up and walk away so he could groan in pain. Making noises made him feel better, he thought.

And then the very slightest sound, again from his head.

A word. He never recognized it before, until now. So slightly, so subtly hidden in the static and buzzing. Gre recalled the events from the research facility he had been held at, the words Ryan taught him.

"...thy... s... west..."

A word. A human word. He knew that word. Whatever they had done, they stuck something in his head. His eyes went wide, realizing what this meant. Are they tracking him right now?

He walked back over to them, looked right as his child, whom was still wide awake, looking aimlessly around again. Gre waved a hand over the child's face. After no response, he looked up to Biche. Seeing she was sound asleep, he whispered to the baby. Nothing from that, either. But he could sense thoughts from him, but they were simply thoughts of raw emotion. The child was calm, but slightly confused. When he poked the child, he sensed a spike of surprise, but happiness, and Shing grabbed the finger and began sucking on it.

'He responded to a touch, but not to the other things... He's deaf and blind. What the hell did the humans do to him?!' He was incredibly angry, and his eyes began to smoke, just like in his fight with Amp. But then Shing became scared. He didn't cry, but Gre could easily feel the change of emotion. 'It's like he's talking to me with his mind, using only his emotions?' Gre focused, changing his thoughts to try to output a general feeling of love. Shing smiled, and suckled on the finger again.

...

Eventually, they resettled. But Gre felt incredibly uncomfortable. Though normal human settlements were far, he still had dreams, and could still hear sounds and voices. The humans knew where they were. Biche hadn't taken it easily that Shing was blind, mute, and partially deaf - not completely, as he came to find out, but he definitely was a little hard of hearing. How could they raise him? There was a monastery nearby. Gre suggested they consider adoption, as raising a child like this was beyond them, but Biche didn't want to. At least not at first. But as the days went by, and all they could do was vaguely talk using pure emotional psychic output, even she knew they couldn't do it.

...

It had been a few months since they gave Shing away. Biche took it hard. Gre tried to make sure she ate normally, but she simply stopped, beyond the nibbles he got her to eat. She began to wither... and then...

He sat outside of a small hut that the two had been rebuilt, nibbling on a sandwich that he had made. The abra took only small nibbles, and it took him nearly half an hour to finish it. But he did, and then he rose up, and walked away. Away from his home, which no longer really was his own.

The voices in his head still spoke. The pains still pinged. He knew they were near. Gre's face darkened, and he stomped off towards where his senses told him to go. Perhaps it was a programmed direction for him, that the humans were leading him there. It did not matter. He was going.

A group of humans were standing around not too far off from the old, abandoned monastery. "No, not this place," he gasped, and ran towards them. Of course, they saw him long before he reached them in that big, open field. One threw a Pokeball pre-emptively, releasing out the Lucario.

"Aw, come on, not that guy again," Amp yelled, and ran back to the Pokeball on the ground, trying to figure out how to stuff himself back inside. "I'm not getting beaten to death, at least not today!"

Gre was yelling while he was charging towards them, eyes brightly shimmering. "Ryyyyyaaaan!" He fired a Confusion right at the human, but Ampere leaped up and smacked it away with his hand.

After adjusting his glasses, Ryan gave a polite wave. "Hello, my precious abra. How have you been?"

"Shut up. Not yours. Name, Gre. Not 'abra'," he growled through gritted teeth. "Leave."

Ryan chuckled, and shook his head. "Well, unfortunately, we really need to obtain that abra. After we modified your genes to carry over, your son's all that's left of a certain project since you left. We'll have to continue it with him, even if he's completely retarded and disabled." He gave a motion, and one of the scientists raised a gun and loaded it up with one of those familiar tranquilizers.

"Wait!" he begged. To his surprise, Ryan gave a signal for the other soldier to wait. "I will go. Leave son alone. Will not run again."

After a moment of heavy consideration, Ryan shrugged. "Nah." And then everything was black.

Of course, Ryan was just screwing with Gre's mind, as if he hadn't done that enough. He left Shing alone. After all, there was no use in a completely crippled child, even though the blood test had shown that the genes they had altered in Gre were in his son. There was simply no realistic way to obtain results from the subject. But with Gre willingly coming, with the scientists faced with either that or taking what they can get from his son, then there was no need for the latter.

...

Several years later...

A kadabra was standing in a room behind a glass wall, all kinds of wires and IV tubes sticking to him as people asked him questions through a microphone. It was a see-through mirror, so he couldn't see past it. Not with his own eyes, anyways. He could see through with his mind, at least if it were not for the mental depressors built into the room. The humans had learned how to control him.

Now, he knew their language fluently, and they had trained him in fighting as well as psychic techniques. But he was dangerous, hence why he was in this room, and also why he was physically bounded to a chair, tied to it with rope so tightly that his skin was raw.

Mostly, they seemed to use him for obtaining trade secrets from other companies. He would be brought to a building by a human, released in a back alley, teleport inside where some businessmen had a meeting, and listen in. They also did similar things, much more dangerous things, with spying in on the military. From what Gre gathered, they also traded information around that he picked up for them. All of it was so they could keep an extra edge on research. A back deal here, a bit of government funding there. A research paper published here, a little fame and fortune for an employee.

The whole operation was called "Project Rise," which referred explicitly to their illicit activity. "For the research into the capabilities of Pokemon for scientific, commercial, and military use shall rise above their limits, and lift humanity into a new era," as Ryan had stated once. How stupid. All it was was torture and scams for the sake of greed.

"These puny bastards don't know a thing," he thought to himself.

They came in and grabbed him by his shoulders, and soon enough, he was going into a section of the facility he had not been to before. The usually clean, sterile environment of the tiled floors and perfectly white everything gave way to a ground that had a thin coating of dust, and ashy scent in the air. He was shoved into a room by a guard, and more guards awaited in the room, along with nameless person wearing a mask and black clothing, and thick leather gloves. The temperature was a lot higher here, and in front of him was a furnace.

"Busy day for you, it seems," the soldier commented after he shoved Gre in, and left.

'What does that mean?' He decided to scan the surface thoughts and images of the black-clothed stranger. Even with all the inhibitors, he could still do that much. Flashes of Amp burned quite literally in his mind, and his eyes grew wide, and his teeth clenched.

Outside of the room, scientists stopped in their tracks as the sounds of screaming and gunshots were heard. Soon after, the door of the room blew open, and Gre walked out, eyes glowing. As more soldiers came around the corner to shoot him, he ripped off the suppressor necklace, and teleported behind the soldiers. One arm slapped a soldier's neck in mid-air, and simultaneously kicked another neck. Blood ran down his nose from the stress his brain was going through, but he could still break through with sheer force, especially now that he was so much stronger than he used to be. It dawned on him that perhaps that was one reason they were going to kill him.

After so much extensive use of him in experiments of getting information from people, he both knew too much and was too strong. Risk was great with him. Well, he probably would've tried to kill them or break out eventually anyways, so he had to admit, their fear was not uncalled for. Though if they were willing to kill him, that probably meant they had a way of replicating some of the things they had done to him now. But whatever that really meant, it did not matter to him at the moment.

He made his way towards an exit. On his way out, with all the ruckus, it seemed a few others had also escaped. Gre ran with the small crowd. A soldier came out of a door and got on his knees at the final door at the exit, before they could escape. He raised his gun and aimed at Gre. It was so sudden that he simply could not respond, and he gasped.

A blue spiked hand back-handed the soldier - and Gre blinked, looking up and seeing a smirking, familiar face.

"Well, it looks like my most favorite rival is doing alright. You've made a mess, though." Amp laughed, resting his hands on his waist.

"Move. I don't want to fight you, and I am leaving." Gre began walking towards the door, and bumped his shoulder against the lucario's.

Amp scoffed. "Stop you? I'm going with you."

"Huh?" Gre turned, and looked to him. "Whatever, let's just go, quickly."

The few other Pokemon behind him that were about to escape looked relieved that another fight between themselves, between Pokemon, was not going to happen. They all ran out. As they ran, they talked, introducing themselves, and decided that they would stick together for now. Familiar faces, and all that. Not too many people you could talk to who would understand your years of suffering and pain.

But while he was running, after they had gotten into a forest and safely away, a Porgyon-Z that had been in the escapee group suddenly zapped him in the back of a head with an excruciatingly powerful shock. He fell down groaning in pain, and rolled around. "Wh, what the..." Others looked at him. It was a monstrous creature, not normal like what he should look like. His head was held to his body with wires, other wires sticking oddly out of his body, and his back had an odd metal case cover. It opened up, and a satellite popped out.

"He's sendin' a signal or something!" the hypno pointed and yelled at him, and looked ready to attack.

"On the contrary, you moronic, insolent baffoon," the evolved Porygon stated in a staticy, unclear voice, and seemed to be talking in between giggles while he stared down at the rolling kadabra. "I stopped signals from being sent."

The hypno tilted his head, and then looked over to his haunter friend who stood next to him. Both shrugged. And so, the Porygon-Z continued. "Each one of you fleshbags have monitoring components installed into you, designed to keep track of where you are in case of escape, regulate your various abilities by both enhancing and suppressing them when needed, and measure your progress and strengths. I had such components, too, but I had an easier time disabling those things." He seemed to grin, by turning slightly sideways in mid-air. "Naturally."

"Oh," the hypno dumbly said. "So... I have it, too?"

" Yes." And that was all he said, before he poked him with the shockstick, which seemed to be modified for greater strength. The hypno screamed in pain before fainting on the ground. "Though this will disable the implants, it does... hurt!" That fact seemed to make him happy. "I do apologize for any permanent brain damage you may, hopefully, not suffer. While I did attempt to make sure this would only affect the implants, a lack of field testing leaves a level of exciting uncertainty!"

"Tell me something, Ampere" Gre asked, while they all sat in a dilapidated, abandoned tall commercial building. "I can see you here, but I saw images of you dying. That is why I ran. They were going to burn me, like you. But... how are you alive?" Amp seemed pleased with the curiosity, crossing his arms and smirking. "I've tried reading your mind for the answers. But unlike most, your mind is... difficult."

Without saying anything, Amp's face began to deform. Half of it began to become purple, and it seemed to melt. A tiny black dot was all that remained for his left eye, and half of his muzzle turned into a simple black line, though the shape of his face was still there.

Gre turned his head. "I see. Is your vessel actually alive, or conscious?"

"Yes to both," Amp replied. "I cannot stay like this when asleep or unconscious. He takes over then. When I'm in control, he can see and hear it. He knows what I know, and I know what he knows. But we're distinct. Kind of sad, he's barely a toddler." He brought up his arms and sighed. "My strength is limited to his. I'd make a piss-poor rival at this point." The lucario stretched his arm and groaned a little. "Knocking out that guard alone hurt my arm muscles."

"I see. We'll have to work on that." Gre looked around the room to the other Pokemon that had come with him. "Who are the rest of you? I haven't seen all of you before."

"Paust," the hypno said, and gave a flex of his muscle. One of the dumb brute types, it seemed, even though he was a fellow psychic. "I'm new to the research crew!" He nodded with a smile, apparently not really aware that they weren't much of a 'research crew' anymore. "

"I'm Ark. And they were mainly having me and Paust to roadside tricks together. At that, Paust gave Ark a hard slap on his ghosty Haunter back. He coughed. "I guess the idea was to see how much money we could essentially steal using psychic and ghost abilities? But before that, I remember being in Pokebattles to the death... I think you can take a look and see who won.But I don't remember clearly if that was actually because of the researchers, or just illegal trainer battles. I suppose it doesn't matter." He laughed a little, and shrugged.

The Porygon-Z hovered in between Gre and his view of everyone else, floating upside-down. His antenna was sticking out, and then sank back into the Pokemon's body. It was a little off-putting. "I am Z307-S, Special. The modifications done to my body allow me to take notice, and to some extent control, of nearby computers, or machines that contain usable computer chips." While this was explained, he slowly rotated back into a normal upright positions. "Results were relatively... positive." He then laughed, shaking in air as he did, rolling away to the ceiling like a helium balloon.

"O...kay," Gre said with a bit of concern, and then looked around again.

"These humans oh so graciously gave us special gifts. They should be rewarded for their scientific endeavors and research." While he said that, Gre clenched a fist, and hissed the last words. "After all, it's thanks to them that we've risen above our limits, and will... 'lift' humanity with us. I don't know about you, but I want to show them our 'gratitude."

Everyone grinned and laughed with it.

"I get it, he's being sarcastic and using coy wordplay!" Paust laughed, pointing at him. "That's why it's funny!"

"But I'm not going to simply settle for revenge!" The kadabra slammed his fist down onto the ground. "We're going to do more than that. Revenge is too simple, and too below our power. I aim to lift Pokemon above humans. I am to disrupt things, to make them see what it is like, these humans, and fellow complacent Pokemon. True change isn't achieved through slow progressive reform, true corruption isn't rooted by asking it nicely to leave. Only by revolution, only by making things so unacceptably bad that even other complacentindividuals have to take action."

Flashes of purple began to envelope. "We shall make..." The kadabra groaned painfully as his muscles began to forcibly flex beyond their limits. It felt like they were ripping, but somehow, they stayed intact as his bones crunched loudly as they moved around, repositioning in his body. "...those whose eyes are blinded by the void, and make them see truth!" The light exploded, blinding and deafening everyone like a flashbang just went off. Outside, the building's windows shined with the purple light. When it all faded, an Alakazam stood where Gre had been.

"You may call me Riz, for I - neigh, we, have already risen, and it is up to us to make all realize it. Welcome to our abyss."