Chapter 1: The New Creature

The Pokémon lay on a bed; its eyes tightly shut, tail flickering back and forth in the near darkness. Moonlight streamed through the windowpanes, bathing the dozing creature in alabaster radiance. The room was bare of furniture, save the bed, the walls plastered with dull green paint. Nothing could be heard except for the chirruping of crickets outside, interrupted by a Pidgey call, and the breathing of the lone creature in the center.
A loud Spearow caw woke the creature up, and furious screeches could be heard from the Pidgey. The creature scampered down from its bed to the window to gaze out at the scene; its paws propped on the glass to support it.
Both birds scurried back and forth, lashing out at each other with their talons, beaks snapping wildly as strange hisses emitted from their throats. The Spearow dashed in, scoring the Pidgey heavily down the side. It fell to the ground, whimpering. Being taller and stronger, the Spearow dragged away what they were fighting over: a fresh Rattata body, ready to be eaten.
The creature at the window just looked on, its eyes brilliantly lit with a brief battle glint, calming down after the Spearow trudged away with its prize. It pawed at the glass, eager to get out, a sudden want deep within itself went out to the Pidgey, wanting to help it, wanting to say "you'll survive", wanting to make sure it would live on. The bird lay on its stomach, sides heaving as it gasped for breath, scarlet blood oozing from its wound. The creature couldn't stand it; a tear dropped to the floor from its somber colored eyes, frustrated at not being able to help.
It banged a paw against the glass, crying out, "Stay in there! Please, keep alive!" Its language was mysteriously English; the Pidgey jerked its head, looking up at it.
"Piiidgey!" it screeched in agony, struggling to get up.
The creature cocked its head to the side, unable to understand the bird. "What did you say?" it questioned curiously, pressing its muzzle against the glass.
"Piii pidgey! Pidgeeey!" came the shrill reply.
Again, the Pokémon had no idea what it was saying. Whining, it scratched the glass with its tiny unsheathed claws, its mind whirling in thoughts on why it couldn't understand the Pidgey. Resting its head against the window, it just stared at the Pidgey, eyes glazed over as it remembered the day it came here, when it was even more confused than this…

"Yes, yes, put it in here! Don't let it bite you, it might be rabid!"
"Okay, okay, I won't! Gaw, strap it to the bed, muzzle it, do something!"
"It's frothing at the mouth! Look at its eyes! Have you ever seen something so ferocious?"
"No, I haven't! This beast is all new, and orders are we must contain it. Follow the Professor, you know!"
"I know, I know!"
No, no! Get away, please, leave me alone! Aaargh! …You shall pay!
Voices yelled out from every direction, the creature half-conscious as it fought these terrors, snapping with its jaws, clawing at them, kicking, darting about, and doing everything it possibly could to harm them and escape their grasp.
But it was all to no avail; they soon had it constrained to the bed in the middle of the room, strapping it down with leather straps and securing them tight. The creature lay quivering on the bed, seemingly exhausted, its chest moving in and out sharply as it tried to regain its lost breath. It glared about at the scientists, a mad crimson tinge in its normally dim orange eyes.
This hurts… the pain, I can barely breathe… someone, please help me…! "What should I write in the journal about it, sir?" a tall, brown-haired man in a lab coat asked another standing by him, a black man with an air of authority about him.
"Put down every detail about this creature; I want nothing left out. When done, set it on the table over there. Everything shall be done now."
Three more men scurried in, carrying equipment between them. Setting up swiftly, they saluted the black-skinned man and tumbled out as quickly as they came. The brown-haired man started attaching wires to the creature and running them towards the devices now scattered about the room.
This was done to the creature's dismay. Angered growls poured from its throat, filling the room with its horrid sound. Some of the scientists cowered back in the shadows, unsure of this new beast they had found. The black-skinned man stood coolly, hands in pockets, leaning over the bed as he examined the creature.
"Ah, full of spirit, aren't you? I wonder what secrets you hide behind those eyes. Can't you speak your name like all the others?"
The others? What others are there?
"What others?" it spoke, its voice feminine yet carrying a strong tone that let others know it was powerful, cunning, smart; everything a brilliant being should be.
The black-skinned man drew back, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Ah, a female specimen, I see. And she speaks! Yes, this is the third Pokémon known to speak, other than that dreaded Meowth and Mewtwo, God bless that genetic's soul." He turned to the man that was hurriedly scribbling in an umber leather bound book. "Are you recording this all, Matthew?"
"Yes, sir!" Matthew replied, nodding.
"Good. Now, my beautiful one, do speak again!" he exclaimed, hoping to hear more words from this new creature.
But she said nothing, her jaw shut as tight as a steel trap about a fox's leg. Several moments of silence passed until the man gave up, giving an exasperated sigh. "You. And you," he said, singling out two men. "Run the tests on this creature. Matt, stay to write everything down that they find out. Everyone else, you're dismissed." With that, he strode out of the room, his scientists following him.
Matthew looked to one of the men and signaled with his hands. The man nodded, and from within his lab coat, drew out a long needle. He drew closer and closer to the creature, her eyes widened in horror…
Noooooo!
And then all went black.

It was hours later when she awoke, staring at the ceiling of the room. The straps were undone from her paws, the circulation starting back up. Standing up on all fours, she stretched, surveying the room at the same time.
The sun outside told her it was about mid-morning, and no one else was in the room. Sighing with relief, she jumped gracefully down from the bed to the floor, noticing that her right elbow hurt slightly from where they had injected her with anesthesia, or whatever the humans use to make others lose consciousness.
"Humans," she said aloud to herself, starting to take pride in her voice she had never really used before. "Where's the journal?"
She trotted over to a table sitting alone in the corner, hopping up onto the desk. Sure enough, upon the desk lay the journal, open to the page Matthew had written on. The creature's eyes instinctively read the text; momentarily she wondered how she could read, but the thought floated by as she took in the words.
"The new creature is very fierce indeed, with great endurance and fight packed within it. It looks like a Burakki, only much larger and devoid of the amber or orange rings a Burakki has. Its has dim orange eyes instead of amber, hiding its spirit behind them. The fur covering its body is a deep sable color, a dull black lacking luster of any kind, like soot or ashes. My fellow scientists have confirmed it has extremely good hearing, sight, and smell, and may even have a sixth sense unknown to us at this present time.
"We also found out, by using our technology, that it is of a strange mix of types, though we argue now that it can't possibly be so. Psychic, Normal, Evil, Poison, Fighting, and even Ghost take place in its elemental makeup. We are unsure as to how Ghost can be part of it, but soon everything will be found out.
"Its origin is very clouded to us, though. Unfortunately, we cannot find out from where it came, what it evolved from, and what it might even evolve into. Most think it evolved from a reject Eevee and is now a messed up Burakki, but others argue that it is something new, something never found before. I believe this is so, but the debate will probably continue for a long time about this. There is no doubt about that.
"Right now we shall set in and try to discover what attacks it has. Most are unprepared for this, but the boss Nuri said that this must be done. I fear for what will happen, and hope for the best."
"The best…" she whispered to herself, placing a paw over the words. When she uncovered the page, a word seemed to jump out at her from the paper. "Sable?"
Is that… me? she thought to herself, hopping down from the chair. It was then that something across the room caught her eye; she looked up into a silvery mirror, staring at a reflection of… herself.
"This is Sable? Me?" she gasped, viewing herself in the mirror. "Who knows. Who knows…"

It was the next day. The newly self-named creature was carried to a large room, filled with rock pillars and obstacles, even a stream wound through the center. Sable was set down, with Nuri and Matthew standing behind her. "Bring the test creature out!" he commanded, raising a hand as he let Sable loose into the battle area.
From the opposite end of the room tread a strange animal, a Magumarashi; blazing fire ran down its back. Its body was of two colors: a light bistre and a deep blue. With ruby eyes glaring at its opponent from across the room, it dug its paw into the ground.
A sudden anger welled up within Sable. This new creature thought it could defeat her! I'll show that punk who's who around here!
The Magumarashi let out a low growl from its fanged jaws as it charged at Sable, paws making dents in the packed dirt ground as it sought to tackle its enemy.
Sable, thinking quickly and reacting instinctively, glowed with a blackened aura as energy flared up around her, the edges flickering like flames. It soon fused together into a sphere as the Magumarashi bounced off of the newly created barrier. Staggering and shaking its head, it arose from the ground, smacking at the sphere with a paw. The sphere bounced back, still containing a slightly confused Sable within it, barely weakened at that point. Whining, the Magumarashi lay down in the dirt, covering its eyes with paws in a show of submission, not knowing how to defeat this creature.
"Ah yes, Psychic abilities it has! Send out the next one!"
The Magumarashi sprang away as another Pokémon entered the arena. It was about four feet in height with a green exoskeleton and blaring crimson eyes. Four wings hummed on its back as it hovered in the air, scythe bladed arms held at the ready.
What is that? Sable thought to herself, blinking as her barrier faded away. Scyther? She had no idea where that name had suddenly come from and paid no attention to its origin; she just lowered herself to the ground, tensing her muscles, ready for another fight, hoping this one would actually last.
The Scyther dropped to the ground and raced towards Sable, leaping high into the air to slash down at her with its claws. Sable moved easily to the side, avoiding the sharp blades. It came at her again, slicing every which way with all of its speed, silvery blades a blur as it thrashed about. The new creature evaded each blade with quicksilver movements, running towards the wall and bouncing off it as the Scyther came at her.
She performed a wall jump and pounced the Scyther head-on, grabbing its elbows roughly in her paws as she tackled it to the ground, parting her jaws for a finishing bite as the Scyther squirmed and tried to free its arms. Sable laid her footpaws on the flat of the blades, keeping them to the ground also. The Scyther then tricked her, bulling forward with its head and flipping Sable off of it with its vicious footclaws.
Sable tumbled away, head over tail, but swiftly recovered, tail lashing about wildly, her eyes now glowing vivid orange. The Scyther stopped dead in its tracks as it saw this, uneasily raising a blade to cut down at her. But the blade was surrounded with an orange colored glow and frozen in midair. The oversized bug tried moving its blade, but it could not, and tried the other. The same thing was done to it; orange flickered over the scythe arm and halted it in its path.
Hissing vilely, the Scyther kicked up dirt into Sable's eyes. She lost her concentration as she pawed furiously at her eyes to dislodge the sand. Taking advantage of its opponent's momentary weakness, the Scyther rushed forward and scored her heavily down the right flank, passing by too quickly to strike at her head. It whirled around to face a now ready Sable, her sides heaving as she growled angrily, followed up with a roar that filled the whole arena, making the rocks quiver with the very sound of it.
Unsure of what to do now, the Scyther paused. Sable's body was illuminated with a bright flash of purple as she summoned up powers within unknown to her. The deadly violet color filled the air about both her and Scyther, wavering with black streaks in it, a ghastly sound filling the air. Everything faded to black for a second, and when both Sable and the humans looked up, the Scyther lay limply on the ground, unconscious.
"I see, our new creature has a lot of potential. Matthew, take her back to the room and give her something to eat and drink. The rest of you, clear out; we shall train her more tomorrow," Nuri bellowed, his orders not to be disobeyed.
Trained? By who, how? Are they going to make me fight… more of them? Sable looked over at the body of the Scyther, just lying there, pity creeping into her mind for a second. Sighing wistfully, she allowed herself to be carried out of the arena.

The next couple years of her life were repeats of that one day, more tests run, more Pokémon to fight, more things to do, more exercise, more training, more attacks. Rage built up inside of her as she started radiating hatred toward the humans. They treated her like a pet to be taught how to sit, heel, and follow them at the motion of their hand. She started to rebel, biting them, lashing out furiously, and even catching them in a NightShade or Psychic attack. Within five months, she had killed at least a dozen of the scientists, excluding Matthew and Nuri.
Matthew was about the only one even nice to her. Nuri always tugged her about and made her do things she didn't want to; unlike Matthew, who was gentle, kind, and treated Sable almost like an equal.
Almost.
She was not content with this life of hers!
One day I'll get out. One day I'll escape this dreaded place and make my home somewhere new, away from these people. After I implode this lab. After.

The new creature shook its head dizzily, stretching cramped arms and legs as she blinked at the morning sun that peeked over the horizon. Huh, must've fallen asleep and dreamed… she thought with a little shudder.
Then she looked down at the ground, remembering the Pidgey from last night. There it lay on the ground, all life squeezed from the poor creature, its eyes glazed over in death. To Sable, it seemed to represent what she'd be like if she didn't leave - dead, non-living, and just a servant to the humans, living in trance as a slave for the rest of her life.
"That's not how it will be!" she screamed, her lungs hurting as she did so. "I won't live such a life! They won't keep me contained here! No no no, neveeer!" She beat her paws frantically against the glass of the window, trying to break it, trying to get free.
Her screams, though, had awakened some of the scientists. The door was unlocked as four of them streamed in; one of them holding a small gun loaded with tranquilizers. He took careful aim at Sable, who dashed about, clawing at the walls now, swiping at the humans.
Pffft!
The tranquilizer darted through the air and buried itself in Sable's shoulder. Darkness closed in on her, clouding her mind, as the anesthetic in the tranquilizer controlled her nerves and put her to a somewhat calm sleep.