In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
-By John McCrae May 1915
This chapter was updated on the eleventh day of the eleventh month. Please take a moment of silence to remember the massive amounts of men and women that have died, not just in WW1 but WW2 as well.
---Flygon/XIV/Flygon/---
His words rang, over and over again, in my brain. All that knowledge. Everything that I may have ever wanted to know.
But I had heard so much. I know that resistance is impossible, hope is futile. Life... is no longer mine. Will I die, when they chop it off? Will they kill me afterward? Or will they simply just toss me into reality to fend for myself?
I will never, ever return to being human. Maybe, there is a slight chance. The slightest. But otherwise, I have no hope.
I bow my head, and close my eyes. Let everything come quickly.
---/Gavin/---
Those few minutes I just sat there were possibly the most suspenseful in my life. I basically was just frozen to the spot, unblinking, trying to process all that information.
Humans turning into pokemon? Pokemon that were humans? Was he just scaring me? Or telling the truth? And what did it mean, if he truly was telling the truth?
The question was left unanswered as I heard a door behind me creak open, and felt something sink into my arm.
---/---
An elite Team Rocket member stood at the mention of his name. "Elite 10005A."
"Yes, master?" he inquired the shadowed face shown on the screen in front of him.
"There has been a casualty. Your former leader, E, has died. As the second in command, I would like you to take over for him."
"Thank you, master."
"Now, I shall fill you in on many important peices of information."
---/Flygon/---
"Now. It is time." I opened my eyes, scared.
I took in the boy sitting in a machine not far away from me. The one who had chased me. Are we enemies now, or allies?
I also found that I was sitting in a cage, not strapped to a table with a maniac holding a knife over me. I sighed in relief about that.
The labratory had scientists running all over the place, and I saw one wave another, telling him 'it is time'.
He walked over to the machine, and began to make a few quick changes, nearly ready for the sixteenth experiment...
