Here we are again. Me, running for my life for the- let's see, four billion one, four billion two- forget it. I don't really care, to be honest. But it hasn't always been like this. It's been worse. Much, much worse. And you get to hear about it. Yay you.

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A meadow of green, a sky that reflected the ground below. Water, crystal clear to the bottom. A mountain green to its iced summit. Trunks of violet and blue, leaves of yellow, sky of white. A pink creature darts through the trees, looking at me. It came to a stop in front of me. "You will understand, one day." I looked at it questioningly. "One day you will know why your brother was kept from you. You will meet him again, I can promise you." At this piont I was utterly confused. The creature giggled, a sound high in pitch and inhuman. "But now it is time for you to wake up, I'm afraid. Bye bye!" The landscape brightened to white, then faded into darkness.

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Awareness.

     An orange liquid surrounds me. What is this? This is not like before. Was it all just a dream, a surreality? Voices spoke out around me.

"Doctor, its mind is concious! It perceives, and its brain waves suggest strong psychic potential!"

     "Quickly, sedate it. We don't want it going wild like the last one did." The voices. They were outside, where I must be. I slammed my fists into the glass walls of my tube. "Why isn't the sedative working?" the "Doctor" asked. I did not care what he said. He could say all he wanted, and I would not care. I gave one last heave, and the tube broke, the orange liquid draining out. "It is truly alive! Quiet, and listen to it speak!" the "Doctor said. He was a large man with dark eyes, white hair and a white lab coat. I looked around at the space we were in. Several tubes filled with the same orange liquid stood to the left and right of me. Strange machines with circular patterns dominated the center of the room. In front of me, protected by a wall of glass was a bank of computers and displays, monitoring the life signs of me and all of the other test subjects.

     "Where... where am I?" I asked, not yet familiar with using my voice.

     "You're in Ka-" one scientist piped up before he was interrupted by the Doctor, as I had now dubbed him.

     "You're in our laboratory, where we created you."

     "Created?" I asked.

     "Yes!" the Doctor replied. "You were not born, we simply spliced human DNA with Pokemon, and you were created!"

     "What, then exactly am I?" The Doctor chuckled. "You are a Shifter; a human that can turn into a Pokemon at will." At this one of the scientists laughed.

     "Our client will be so pleased!" The Doctor twisted around and smiled at the scientist, though the smile never reached his dark eyes.

     "Yes, he will be. But our client also would like his identity to be kept secret, correct?" The scientist turned white, and nodded very quickly.

     "Y-yes, that is right."

     "Good. Now," the Doctor said, turning back to me, smiling somewhat ... hungrily, I decided. "Where were we?"

     The next few weeks of my life were a living hell. I was put in torture devices which would stretch my arms and legs to the point of dislocation unless I pulled back against them for extended amounts of time without food or water. I was pushed to my limits, and then twice that far. But this was all in my human form. Little did I know that I would soon be pushed to limits I did not know that I had. I lost track of time, but did not care.

     The day began as any other, with routine stamina and strength tests. However, this time the Doctor himself showed up in my harshly white sleeping quarters. "What do you want?" I asked bitterly. He kept a serious, slightly angered countenance.

     "Come." he said. "It is time for you to advance." I followed him without a word. We came to a white room. "Now, concentrate without picturing anything in your mind. Keep your mind clear." I tried to do what he said, but he clearly was not satisfied. "No!" he yelled. "He's supposed to Shift!" He walked up to me, mumbling about another failed test subject and slapped me across the face. I simply looked at him. This however, only seemed to anger him further, and he stood up and looked at me with hatred in his eyes. The Doctor grabbed me by the front of my shirt and threw me to the back of the room. I honestly did not think the man had it in him. But I did not think about that. I thought about what trajectory would bring me to him with the most force. I remember him staring at me, then smiling. I flew-yes flew-at him and scratched him. But not just normal scratch. As in, Scratch scratch. The Pokémon move, Scratch.

     You know when I said my life was a living hell? This was worse. Hell of a lot worse. I was forced to complete tasks no human could. My tolerance for pain was tested to the limits with electrical diodes manipulating my nervous system. I was but a shell of myself. But they were not finished with me yet. During one of my short rest periods, the Doctor walked into my room, his dark eyes staring into my hazel.

     "It is now time for you to begin phase three of your development." I simply followed without question. He led me through hallway after hallway, finally coming to a stop in front of what appeared to be a surgery room. He, along with several others, strapped me to the chair. A man with a faint Kalosian accent spoke to one of the scientists, walked up, and held up a surgical knife in front of my abdomen, and a mask onto my face. It was then that I blacked out.

     I don't remember much about the operation. Only one thing, actually. Pain. Terrible, extreme unbearable, intolerable pain. When I woke up, I guessed it had been about an hour since the procedure. I was tied to a chair in an empty room, the Doctor before me. He looked at me, and smiled, but this was a smile of malice. He pulled out a knife, and stabbed me in the shoulder. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I could do nothing to stanch the flow of blood . But then I felt the blood stop. I looked away from the Doctor to see the wound close up. "What have you done to me!?" I screamed, glaring at him. His smile widened.

     "I have simply awakened the potential inside you. You see, in your DNA, there is a potential for every Pokemon move there is. We simply took the potential for the move Recover," He paused, as if proud of what he had done."And made it perpetual." he finished gleefully. I was reminded of the point in every superhero comic where the villain explains his plan to the trapped hero, then the hero escapes and foils the villain's plan. So that is what I must do. I thought. I must escape, and destroy this place.