LOVE AND SACRIFICE
Love and Sacrifice: All together for the first time
Shadow watched the other hybrids warily, wondering if he really could
trust them. He sensed that they were safe, but he had trouble
believing his feelings. Settled down in a corner, he contented
himself with cleaning his guns.
The other hybrids all seemed a little younger. The flying hybrid, the
dragon hybrid, and the psychic hybrid seemed closer to his age, but
the others must have taken longer to create. He might have misjudged
their ages though. Hybrids aged differently from humans and pokemon.
He took a moment to look around the room again, watching how they
interacted, if they did at all. Many seemed confused, out of place.
Few ever had cause to make friends before, and they did not know how
to go about starting. Shadow understood how they felt, but was not
about to reach out to them just yet. They would find their feet on
The lightning hybrid, Indenki, had not spoken a word since the
accident. He had been quiet the whole time, keeping a calm mask on.
But if one searched hard enough, they could see the conflicting
emotions fighting inside of him. He seemed to deeply regret what he
had done, and understandably so, as he had killed the men who might
have helped bring about peace. Jarith Oak still lived, but he was in
Shadow stood, his guns perfectly clean and loaded. He packed them
into his bag, which he shouldered, for though he knew he could trust
the hybrids as allies who would not sabotage his equipment, he still
could not bring himself to cut off old habits. He found the lightning
hybrid pretending to work on his laptop but really just thinking.
"You couldn't have known," Shadow said, his voice slicing
through the other hybrid's concentration.
Indenki looked up to see the dark hybrid standing over him.
"It doesn't change what I've done."
"So worry about what's still changeable." Shadow could have
said that he was sorry about what happened. He could have tried to
comfort the other hybrid. Instead, he set out to clear Indenki's
thoughts. Feelings of guilt always got in the way of matters.
The electric hybrid was silent, seeming to think over the dark
hybrid's words. "I'm going to keep a close eye on Jarith. I'm
not going to let Zentai get him."
"Good choice." Shadow turned to go off somewhere, but
Indenki spoke again.
"Why did you talk to me?"
He did not get a spoken reply. Shadow turned, staring at him with his
odd green eyes before turning again and leaving.
/He's even better at keeping emotions hidden than I am... My eyes
always betray me, but him, he keeps everything locked away from
everyone, even himself./ Indenki closed his laptop, searching the
room for something that he did not find. Tired, but having too much
to do, he got up and searched for a phone-line so he could connect to
the internet and try to find where Jarith Oak had been taken.
Merideth looked around the room they had all gathered in, wondering
what purpose it served. Not quite a common room, and it was a sort of
random little area for a base. But then, considering the dojo on top
of it, maybe this room served as a meeting area? That made more sense
than a common room.
She finished treating her small wounds. Little scratches and bruises
that could heal on their own, but that she did not want to risk
"Mind if I borrow your kit? I seem to have left mine."
She looked at the hybrid that had just sat down beside her. Swift, if
she recalled correctly. She handed him the kit, smiling gently.
"Thank you." He opened it and pulled out a disinfectant,
about to spray a rather nasty looking bite when she got up and
grabbed his arm, inspecting it carefully.
"You can't just spray a bite like that!" She pulled her
pack over and rummaged through it, pulling out a disposable syringe
and a bottle of some sort of antibiotics. "Do you even remember
what type of pokemon bit you? It could've been a poison type!"
He blinked, surprised by her readiness to treat him. Wanting to
speak, but not quite sure what to say, he waited till she was done
giving him a shot and dressing his wound before thanking her.
"No problem." She put away her supplies and sat back down
next to him.
"You have nice wings," he said, turning and looking at hers.
Surprised, she stood up and unfolded her wings so he could get a
better look. "Um, thank you." Not that it was everyday that
one met another 'person' with wings, but did he go around
complimenting every nice set he saw?
He stood too, gently running his hands over them. "Your wingspan
is even bigger than mine," he noticed. "And they look a bit
stronger. How come you can't hover?"
She looked at him over her shoulder. "Because my body's not
built quite as light as yours. My wings may be bigger but they have
enough trouble holding me up as is. Maybe if I'd had more time to
mature, I might have learnt how to hover, but not anytime soon."
Hali, having overheard their discussion on wings, walked up to them.
"At least your wings aren't made of crepe paper. I keep being
worried that one day I'll roll over in my sleep and rip mine."
Swift looked at the bug hybrid, then looked at his wings and
Merideth's, then back at the bug hybrid. "How light are
you?" He asked, wondering how the hell her wings were
"Not more than a few butterfree," she said proudly.
Merideth re-folded her wings and looked at Hali. "You must have
been one tiny baby."
"So you two have met already?" Corvet asked the ice and
"Yes," Aita replied.
"Unfortunately," Vair said at the same time.
"There aren't very many female hybrids, are there?" Corvet
observed. "There's us three, and then the bug, psychic, ground
and dragon hybrids. The boys outnumber us."
"Well, that can be both a good, and bad thing," Vair added
with a wink. She was enjoying being around these other hybrids. She
did not trust them all yet, except maybe Aita, but still, it was nice
to talk about random things.
"So, what do you think of the others?" Corvet asked.
"They seem alright... I talked to Blade, and he's a really nice
guy." She smiled, remembering how strange it was, talking to him
after the battle, after seeing him fight. "Probably the sanest
one of the males in my opinion. In battle, he's extremely focused,
but you can tell that he hates killing. Xeth was pretty nice too,
though he talks a lot. Tevix seems quiet, but something tells
me that having him in the same place as Xeth is not a good
idea. They've got that jester air to them. Devin... well, I'm not
sure if he counts as a girl or boy. He's kinda... both."
"Dittos don't have genders, and Devin is a ditto hybrid. What
gender 'he' chooses to appear as is his own decision," Aita
said, slightly surprising the other two by joining in the
"I guess that makes him an 'it' then..." Corvet supplied.
"He/she's kind of like Xeth and Tevix when you think about it.
They have a more loose attitude toward this war."
Aita got up, disappearing into a hallway.
Corvet shook her head, watching the other hybrid go. "Some of us
could learn from Xeth and some of the others."
Vair sighed. "We're all a bit wound up, Corvet. We have no other
purpose in this world but to fight this war. I, for one, am counting
on dying in it. Can you imagine any of us even trying to live normal
"When," Corvet corrected, knowing where Vair was going.
"When the war ends. People will never accept us. We may be the
ones fighting for their freedom, but I don't think they'll ever
"Such grim thinking..." Corvet muttered. "But you're
right." Forcing a smile, however, she spoke again. "I am
not going to shut myself off from the world like they have. I may die
tomorrow, so I might as well enjoy life while I can."
"I only wish I could see my life like you do..." Vair
replied quietly, looking around. She wondered if Corvet really
believed what she said, or if it was false optimism. She had seen a
lot of that in her life.
From where he sat with Jorvis and Kaor, Blade had watched Shadow talk
to Indenki, wondering what had caused the dark hybrid to actually
speak to him. They were both such complex souls... All of them were,
really. On impulse, Blade got up and followed Shadow through the
hallways and to a training room. He knew Shadow could sense him
following, but the dark hybrid did not bother to turn around and say
Shadow entered the training room and looked around, searching for
something. He turned around after a moment, staring at Blade.
Blade shrugged. He had no reason to be following Shadow, and he did
not feel he needed one. "Just following you."
"Why not? I felt like it."
The dark hybrid frowned slightly, one of his ears twitching in
agitation. He did not understand. Why did Blade not have a motive? He
should have a motive. While Shadow was interested in the steel
hybrid's personality and what made him tick, he did not trust him
"Haven't you ever done something for no real reason?"
Shadow took a step back, his ears flattening against his head a
little. Blade caught of glimpse of fear and confusion, and realised
how long it had been since Shadow had anything beyond a mission
related bond with anyone. With Blade standing in the doorway, Shadow
probably felt trapped... The steel hybrid sighed. "Maybe
later." He turned and left the dark hybrid alone, not wanting to
lose what little trust was shared between them.
Shadow walked up to the doorway and watched Blade walk away. His ears
were raised again, and his eyes still seemed dead, but he felt
emotions slowly awakening in his soul. Growling, he pushed them away,
killing them effectively. He would think about Blade and the other
Side Story 3 - Shadow
One thing I have learnt about my life is that I should never hope for
anything. Things always go wrong when I hope too hard. I hoped that I
would still be in close contact with Donna, Tahari and Donari. Didn't
happen. I hoped the 'sessions in the basement' would stop. Didn't
happen until it was too late. And I hoped that I would at least have
a friend, someone to help me cope. That happened, but it did not
2088 - Shadow's age, fourteen, nearly fifteen
Wrapping my hand with a cloth bandage, I headed into the lab to try
and find some sort of disinfectant to treat my wound before it got
infected. I had cut myself during a sparring session with my fencing
teacher, and the wound in my hand was deep.
Entering the lab, I ignored the pleading glances of the pokemon
there, tearing my eyes away from their innocent stares. I reached the
shelf with all the chemicals on it and found some Iodine. As I
treated my wound however, a pokemon that had managed to escape crept
up on me, pressing its wet nose to the back of my leg and causing me
to turn around sharply, nearly dropping the bottle.
"Eevee," it said apologetically, for it had not thought I
would react like that.
"It's okay," I replied, immediately turning back to my
hand. Finishing with it, I put the bottle back, then started to head
out of the lab. But the eevee followed, cheerfully trotting behind
me. "Go away." I commanded it, but it wouldn't listen.
"What's your name?" It asked me in eevee as I reached my
"Shadow." I opened my door and tried to slip in fast, but
it dashed in, leaping onto my bed and making itself comfortable.
"My name's S.C." She told me, although I had not asked, and
she started to lick one of her paws daintily. "It stands for
Specimen C. I'm part of the experiments on eevees that they're
working on. They're studying how we evolve on our own even if we've
been tampered with genetically." Starring directly at my eyes,
despite the fact that most eevees tried to avoid eye contact, for
they were naturally shy, she spoke again, her little eevee voice
suspiciously intelligent sounding. "I have human genes in me,
just like you have eevee genes in you."
Trying to ignore her, I slipped off my bloodstained shirt, changing
into a new one. "I have to go to lunch."
"Then I'm coming." Leaping off my bed, she walked up to me.
"Let's go then."
I just stared at her, for I had never encountered a pokemon with her
attitude before. Love the persian had been sweet and, well, loving.
Sacrifice the charizard had been loyal, and a great friend to confide
in. But this confidant, saucy attitude? And in an eevee no less?
Trying to hide my feelings, I walked out, letting her follow me into
the lunch room, a place that I dreaded for I often encountered some
of the people that were like Gareth, the one who seemed to lead my
basement sessions nowadays, and the children of some of the
scientists, who considered themselves superior to me because of their
But the ones I really hated the most were those who pitied me, but
never said anything. They just looked at me, sympathy filling eyes. I
don't think they knew, but it hurt me when they did that. I didn't
want anyone to care about me, especially like that. If they really
cared, they should have done something.
Quietly, I got my lunch, ignoring the insulting calls of some of the
teenagers that lived in the base with their parents. SC jumped onto a
chair beside me and watched me eat silently, staring at me with those
smart, black eyes. When I finished and put my tray away, she followed
me to my room again and watched me as I un-braided my hair, combed
it, and then re-braided it.
When I was done, and was about to leave, for I had a History class
next, she got off my pillow, which she seemed to have claimed for
herself. "Why do you keep your hair long? Would it not be easier
to fight without such long hair? You'd be lighter, and you'd find it
easier to move."
I had been asked that question many times. "I'm used to
it." My standard answer. Reaching for my door handle, I looked
at her again. "I'm going to my History class."
"I'm returning to my cage."
And sure enough, as I left to go to my class, she returned to the
lab, shutting herself back in her cage as if she had never left it.
SC, or, Essee, as her name soon became, followed me around a lot, and
we eventually became friends in a strange way. I came to know that
she was most likely going to evolve into a burakki, or umbreon as
others called them, depending on where they were from. She had the
dark quality of an umbreon in her, especially in the way we became
friends; usually just quietly going about our own business, rarely
saying anything except the occasional comment.
Yet she became my confidant. Returning to my room once after being
away for some days in the basement, nursing my wounds by myself, she
would watch me - she always watched me - and then she'd ask me why I
didn't fight back, and I would reply that I didn't care about what
they did. Then she would call me a liar, and the discussion would be
over. But for just a quick second, I would let my mask fall, and she
would look deep into my eyes and see how I really felt. Normally we
never touched, but on those days she would crawl into my lap and
nuzzle her head against mine, whispering words of comfort to me.
Our 'friendship' would not last forever, as I discovered weeks before
I would be sixteen. I had just returned from a mission, and as I
returned to my room, lying down on my bed and about to sleep, I heard
a faint scratching on my door, and I opened it, seeing Essee, now
evolved into an umbreon. It had probably happened earlier that day.
"Shadow, I have something to tell you..." She said, walking
in and leaping onto my bed as usual, curling up on that same pillow.
"Following you was not my own idea originally..." For once,
she did not look directly into my eyes, and I immediately realized
that something was wrong. "Professor Mikoto wanted someone to
keep a close watch on you, and he chose me." Sighing, she closed
her eyes, resting her head on the pillow. "I have a transmitter
in my ear. They can hear everything you say to me."
"I knew." Was my reply as I sat down next to her on my bed.
For a moment, she gaped at me. Snapping her jaws shut, she regained
her composure. "How?"
I shrugged. "You could sneak in and out without their knowing,
so since you didn't get caught, I realized that they didn't care for
some reason. And they've stopped keeping such a tight rein on
She crawled into my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her.
"Shadow, I love you," she whispered into my ear, nuzzling
her head against my neck. "They're done with me as an
experiment... They'll be getting rid of me soon."
"Why can't you be my pokemon?"
"We're too attached to each other Shadow." Sighing, she
lowered her head, resting it against my chest. "Sometimes you're
like a little child. So naive when it comes to feelings." She
licked my cheek, then leapt off my lap, walking to my door. "I
envy you Shadow. I have an eevee family to worry about. I kept
wanting to tell you about this, but if I did, they'd kill my babies.
You don't have anyone to worry about. You have nothing that can be
taken away from you."
"Quiet! Shadow, I have too much, and I hate it!" Lowering
her head, she whimpered softly. I had never heard an umbreon
whimper. "They're going to end my life soon; I know it. Despite
all I've done for them." She looked up. "Enjoy your life,
Shadow. At least, try to. You've got much more freedom than I have.
Escape when they let you out on missions on your own." Her eyes
glowed with an angry light, red rubies lit by a fire within. "Escape
I shook my head. "I can't."
"Then let's escape together!" She pleaded, running up to
me. She stood on her hind legs and placed her paws on my knees.
I scooped her up, placing her on my lap again. "Essee, I have a
duty. I was created for this."
"Screw this world!" She cried out fiercely. "What
about our friendship?"
"I'm sorry..." I said, watching her as she leapt out of my
lap and ran back to the door.
"I hate you!" She yelled, about to leave.
"I love you..." I told her, causing her to turn around and
glare at me again.
"I hate you." Was her bitter reply as she left my room, but
I knew she didn't mean it.
Essee was put down the next day. As a favor for her, I found out
which eevees she was related to, and set them loose, so they could
experience what Essee never had. I got into a lot of trouble for
that, but I didn't care.
End Side Story