In The Beginning: Chapter 5

In The Beginning: Chapter 5, Retaliate.
“HIT THE TARGET!!!!!” I hear him yell from behind me. “WHAT GOOD ARE YOUR HYBRID POWERS IF YOU CAN’T EVEN USE THEM!!”
This is about the seventh time I’ve missed the dummy, so here I stand, in my human form, holding out my flaming hand aimed at the training dummies head. “It’s not as easy as it seems, Jock.” I say preparing to fire again. “This is a new move, I’m pretty sure you can’t transform into a human at will and fire flaming bullets out of your fingers. But by all means give it a shot if you will.”
He just stares back at me angrily, it’s not easy being put into a high tier PRT training class when you aren’t even in the PRT. Just because I came close to beating that asshole of a serperior doesn’t mean I’m PRT material.
“How many times have I told you? Don’t call me Jock, you call me Sir.” The herdier says looking even angrier than before under his moustache.
“Look. At least I’m making a bit of progress, how long have I been in my human form for now, like 1 hour?”
Almost as soon as I say that, my body decides it’s had enough, light engulfs my once more and I stand on all fours staring up at the now larger and more annoyed instructor. All he does is snicker as he walks away saying “Training’s over twerp. Now head to the cafeteria for lunch, we’ve already missed half of it due to your mishaps.”
I almost forgot about lunch, I was concentrating too much on mastering that move that I had become completely blind to the fact that my stomach was growling like an arcanine’s roar. So I waste no more time, I ever so quickly make my way to the cafeteria.
I walk in to notice that there are a lot of pokeumans still sitting down eating. Many of them stare at me as I just sprinted my way here to eat and now I’m panting like hell. Stupid eevee habits. I look over to see Jock and his gang mates all snickering at me. I walked along until eventually one of them decides to speak.
“Hey fluff ball, you enjoy your pointless run? Lunch has only just started! That’s what you get for wasting my time!” It was Jock.
I pay no attention and instead move into the large line of people hustling and bustling about the latest things. I hear one person ahead say something to another until she bursts out yelling, “DID YOU HEAR THAT EVERYONE?! CALL OF DUTY BLACK OPS 3’S DLC IS COMING TO PLAYSTATION A MONTH EARLIER THAN XBOX! SUCK ON THAT YOU XBONE FANPOKEMON!” It took me a second to realize who that was, it was Melissa.
“Melissa calm down,” I say from behind her. “Its good news but you don’t have to rub it in everyone’s faces.”
“What do you mean good news? Its GREAT news!” Carlos says. “I’ve been waiting for this moment in time all my life. The moment where Xbox becomes inferior to the Playstation. Oh also hi.”
“I thought PlayStation was already superior?” I reply chuckling a bit.
I grab some food, making sure I don’t accidentally order a chili chicken burger with extra jalapeños. I don’t want my mouth to burn up again. I walk over to the table where my friends are sitting and take a seat next to the flareon gobbling down on her chili burger.
“So Inkarail,” Alex says looking up from a tablet he was playing with on the table. “How was your first day of training like a PRT?”
“Horrible.” I reply. “They expect so much of me. I don’t think I’m ready for that kind of intensive training. I mean sure I wanna join the PRT but that amount of training, five times a week? I don’t think I can handle that.”
“Ha, it’s not that hard once you become stronger. You just have to master your moves that’s all.” Alex replies, staring back at his tablet.
“Did ya learn anything new?” Carlos asks. “I want to become a PRT agent as soon as I hit age 18.”
“Not really. Just how to stay in my human form for a bit longer and a new move… That is really hard to master.”
“I’m sure you will get it eventually!” Melissa says with her mouth full.
“Yeah I hope. This trainer I’ve been given is kind of an asshole.”
I stare over at the table he was sitting at, Jock and his friends give me an evil glare and a smirk. I shrug it off and go back to eating whatever food I have left. I stand up and put the rest of my scraps in the bin, that’s when I see Jock stand up and walk over to me. The herdier prods over to the center of the cafeteria where I am now standing, his goons form a barrier behind him.
I stand, facing his menacing eyes. He’s not the kind of person you want to get angry. And I had done just that, every day I come in to training, every day I waste his time. Today was his breaking point.
“Oi! Kid! You really think you can keep coming in to PRT training, only to perform as poorly as you have been and end up wasting my time?” He says staring into my scared eyes. He smelt the fear within me.
I take a deep breath, what I say can and will change the outcome of the future. I will either run away feeling badass, or I will be beaten to a pulp by Jock’s allies. “Am I wasting your time even though I am progressing in strength? Because as far as I know it’s your job to train PRT, even if that means people like me.”
“I could be training with pokeumon with far better fighting skills than you. Now, I think I’ll start our next lesson… boys. Let’s teach this child.”
A luxray, Muk, and feraligatr all approach me, I take a step back before immediately regretting it. The Luxray fires a small jolt of electricity, paralyzing me from head to toe. I couldn’t move, at least for now. The Feraligatr fires a jet of water right at my chest, it hurt, a lot. I stagger backwards, but before I had a chance to recover, the Muk pins me using his goop, I can’t move again and the herdier is moving closer. I watch as no one else seems to be doing anything about what is about to happen. The herdier head-butts me, and head-butts me, over and over until I cannot feel my chest. I’m about to faint. I can feel it. Until a force within me told me otherwise.
“You need to carry on Inkarail… You must push forward… you must retaliate.”
Just as that happens, I feel the glow on my wrist band again, as the Muk loses its grip I revert into the human form once again. Without thinking I raise my hand, forming the pistol shape with it. The anger wells up inside me as the flames surge within. I aim it at jock’s head, this time, I will not hold back.
I release the burst of flaming energy from my finger, the bullet of flame crashes into the herdier’s skull, blood splatters all over the floor form Jock’s skull, I catch one final glimpse of his caved in head before his body crunches up and explodes into a flaming ball of power. Now I stand, staring at the bones of my trainer, the anger fro before disperses and I come to the realization.
“Holy shit… what have I done?”
I look around at the afraid pokeumans staring at the remains of the herdier. I drop to my knees, I’m a murderer. I knew that I had power, but not that kind of power. I had just killed a fellow pokemon, as much of an asshole he was he didn’t deserve to die, and the people around didn’t deserve to see that. Jock’s friends stare in awe at what I had just unleashed.
“You’re a monster.” I hear the Feraligatr say.
“You’re no better than pokextinction.” I hear the Luxray reply.
I see the headmaster rush in, she stares at me, then at the bones, then back at me. The look on her face is horrifying, mixed with disappointment, disgust, but a bit of pride. I see her wave her hands at some PRT agents before I feel myself being lifted up, I don’t resist. I know what I have done. I must pay the price for the crime I have committed. The last thing I see in the cafeteria was Ms. Willow shaking her head before walking off.
“Wonderful performance.” I hear the voice say. “You know your power, now use it to crush your enemies, nicely of course.” What happened to Motion and Neon?
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“Just keep him in here for now. We will find out whether he’s been working for anyone later. Then we will decide what to really do with him.” My capturers say as they throw my limp eevee body into the holding cell on the bottom floor of the Victoria, Lower Suburbs pokeuman base.
I sit in the back of the cold, dark room, forced to stare at the cell door for who knows how long. There are no windows, no form of entertainment, not even a book. Just a bed, sink, and toilet. I needed something to pass the time, but I don’t know what will provide me with such entertainment. I find a small rock lying in the corner of the room. That’ll do.
I begin to draw. On the walls, the ceiling and even under the bed. I draw happy things, things that would have comforted me in my darkest hours. Family, friends, games, food, I even tried to draw things like rainbows and unicorns. But everything was grey, the rainbows were not bright and colorful, only grey, the unicorns were not colorful and majestic, only grey, my friends and family were not colorful, only grey. My whole world is grey. Everything. Until I hear a knock at the door.
I immediately see the door become transparent, easily see through. I notice three people whom I met from my very first week in being here. It was Alex, Carlos, and Melissa. I walk up to the door before falling to the floor and bursting into tears. My fur becomes wet with the feeling of shame, regret, and disgust in myself. But my friends are here, I didn’t think they would ever have wanted to see me again.
“I’m…” I sniffle into my mane before continuing. “Sorry… for everything I’ve done. I... I didn’t know it would do that… I thought it was going to be a short burst of energy… not that... I understand if you don’t want to be my friends anymore and that you never want to see my face ever again… I’m a murderer… A horrible person I just…”
I’m cut off by Melissa’s cheerful voice. “It’s okay.” Is all she says.
“We know you would never do that. It’s been almost two months since we’ve known you and we know that you would never harm someone who has done nothing extremely bad to hurt anyone.” Alex says.
“We’ll always be your friends, no matter what you do.” Carlos says.
I burst into tears again, but not tears of sadness anymore, but tears of joy. I still had some people who know that I didn’t; mean to hurt anyone. I place my head against the cell door and cry again. The tears dripping down the transparent material.
“Do not cry young eevee. Each of us know you were provoked by the actions of the herdier. I saw how you acted, without thought, without withdrawal, and with such anger brought about great power. As much as the death of one pokeuman is a bad thing, I would let you go, seeing as though you clearly were acting in self-defense and had no idea of your capabilities.” I see Ms. Willow standing beside Melissa, her bows flutter in the small amount of wind running through the base. Her words bring light into the darkness surrounding me. They give me hope.
“Well then why can’t you let him go free?” Melissa asks, her orange face staring blankly at the sylveon.
“It’s not that simple. You see, every time something like this happens, we have a small court hearing. People produce evidence, the jury votes, which decides the punishment. Your case has already been put down in three days’ time. Until then, you will have to stay in here. I have no control over what happens in court. But I will tell you this. If you come out of there with your life sparred, pokeumans will see you as a monster. They will turn their heads in disgust as you walk past.” She says a look of sorrow on her face.
“I already knew the consequences of the events to come. There aren’t many things to do in this cell.” I say still sobbing onto the door.
“ALRIGHT, VISITING TIME IS OVER. GET THE HELL OUT!” I hear a prison guard yell form down the hall.
My friends start to move out, we say or goodbyes as I’m yet again confined to my prison cell. Alone. With only my thoughts to comfort me. I lay down on the hard bed hanging on the cell wall. I close my eyes and slowly drift off to sleep.