0. What Isn't Supposed to Happen…

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or any Trademarks


"No…no…no…no…" He knelt there on the cold steel floor of the enclosure, a pleading look in his once bright and excited eyes. His energetic and rash side had faltered in the past many weeks, and what was left was close to a shell of the person he had been. That side of him died the moment that he realized that there really was no happy ending for him. Everyone he knew: gone. Everyone he loved: gone. Even those he once considered his enemies were being tortured because of him. He couldn't do anything for himself. He couldn't even save his most treasured friend from them. He was pathetic, weak, and a tool. Yes, he couldn't defend himself at all, and he had paid the price for it. The seemingly happy life he had led back then seemed like a nightmare now, a reminder of how things used to be, and how they could never return. Obscuring occasionally the torture he now lived through day by day, week by week, never ending pain and humiliation. He had never stopped being confused, and the pain never stopped either. Now as he held his battered hands up to the cold glass of the tube-like chamber he was sealed inside of, all he could do was watch in sadness and horror as the terrifying man in the center of the room stared into the boy's frightened eyes, and said…

"…now let us create…the ultimate weapon."