A Pokemon World 8 - Cut Off

Cut Off

“I don’t know” Lucario said “They took me back and knocked me out. I woke up and I was like this.” He said, shaking in terror.

Who they were looking that was no longer Lucario, he was shorter, had no spikes and his yellow chest fur had become nothing but a ring around his neck. He was a Riolu.

He just stood there, still awestruck that he was no longer Lucario, and he had more time to get used to it.

Ninetales walked up to examine him. She smelled him. “You still smell like yourself, but you aren’t yourself.” She said.

“I know, and I can’t read aura as well as I could either!” Riolu exclaimed. He dropped to his knees and started crying. “Why would they do this? I never hurt anyone that didn’t deserve this.”

Riley walked up to him, and looked down on him. He couldn’t help but feel somewhat superior, being taller than him. “Don’t let them get to you. Whatever they are doing, you can’t let them get to you. If you lose your spirit, what do you have left?” He said as uplifting as he could.

Riolu smiled up at him. “Did you rehearse that?” He asked.

Riley felt better, knowing that his best friend did. “We’ll get you through this, who knows, maybe we can ‘revolve’ you.” He said.

Just at that instant, panels in the ceiling opened up. Pellets rained down.

Everyone looked at the five piles disgusted. “It looks like poochyena food!” Ninetales said, taking a step back. Andrew glared at her. “You know what I mean.”

Lauren walked up to the food cautiously. She looked back at them, and then put her face to the food. She licked up one pellet and swallowed it down. “It isn’t terrible.” She said. “Not to mention that it is all we have.” She had a point, and the others knew it.




When they had finished their meals, the hazmat suited pokémon walked in, almost if on cue.

“That one” One of them said, pointing to Riley. His ears pricked, not at the fact that they were taking him, but that they weren’t speaking pokémon. They spoke human. Usually pokémon weren’t able to understand human speech, but the ones that were human could understand it perfectly, along with a handful of pokémon.

Riley backed up against the wall. They just walked up and grabbed him with one hand on each arm.

“Let me go! Where are you going?” He yelled. They paid him no heed. The others tried to get him back, as they had Riolu, but they had no luck.

They continued walking until they reached another room. It was like the cell, it had the clear, blue, Plexiglas door, white walls, floor, and ceiling, and a yellow triangle with a 12 painted on. The main difference was that it was filled with scientific equipment. Riley glanced over to a glass window. Humans were gathering around the window. He did a double take. ‘Humans!’ He thought. ‘Why in the world are there humans here?’

They shoved him down and strapped him to a metal table. Usually cold hardly fazed him, but this was cold even for him. He struggled to get free, but he was strapped at the wrist, making his claws useless. One of the hazmat suited pokémon took their mask off. It was another human. “Stop struggling” He said. “You aren’t going to free yourself.”

“How the hell are you human!?” Riley asked.

A man in a lab coat walked up holding a clipboard and a pen. “Feisty aren’t you? Throughout my years after the explosion, I have taken many pokémon and done research on them. The ones that were human at some point, as I noticed, could understand us perfectly, while the others couldn’t, and yet we cannot understand you.” He wrote something on the clipboard and walked over to a machine.

Riley bit for the rope holding him onto the table. He couldn’t reach them. ‘Why did I get rid of icy wind?’ He thought. He may not have been any good at using it, but all he had to do to use icy wind was open his mouth.

The scientist pressed a button on his control panel. A giant device, that looked eerily like a satellite dish came down. A red laser shot out of it at the bottom of the table.

‘Right, lasers cannot break through anything.’ Riley thought. He wasn’t the least bit afraid of this, as he had seen it in so many movies where the hero is about to get fried, but something happens to save them. In real life, no matter how much you concentrate it, you aren’t getting that much heat in a single spot with a laser.

Riley watched as the laser crept up to him ever so slowly. Suddenly, a small, but sudden pain went into his shoulder. He looked up to see someone giving him a shot of a blue liquid. The laser had been a distraction so he would move too much during the shot.

He tried to blurt out ‘What are you doing’, but his mouth didn’t work. He couldn’t move. He tried lifting himself by pushing down with his arms and legs. Nothing, he had been paralyzed.

They brought out a plate; on it was a pair of scissors, a scalpel, and a pair of rubber gloves. A man put on the gloves and picked up the scissors. He reached for Riley’s large, pink ear.

‘Crap, they are going to cut my ear off!’ He thought. Had he been able to move, he would have been thrashing his head around to keep them from getting him.

He grabbed the ear and opened the scissors over it. He looked at the scientist. “Do it.” He said.

He closed down on the scissors. Riley wished he could close his eyes. When he realized that it was off, he felt strange; he hadn’t felt it at all. At that moment, he thought of a line from an old cartoon show: ‘that’s gonna hurt in the morning.’

The man held it up. Blood was pouring out, and Riley could feel the warm liquid starting to soak his back. Another man came over to sop up the blood and cover the wound. “You won’t ever feel this, but nonetheless, I am sorry about it.” He whispered to him.

The man with the ear brought it to the scientist, who picked it up with a pair of tweezers. He then placed it on another tray.

The crowd of humans at the window was getting larger, and they didn’t seem to care that an ear was just cut off.

Riley looked behind the crowd that was gathering at window. The hallway looked familiar. ‘The dream!’ He thought.

He knew that wasn’t the most important thing. He glanced back over at his ear, which was being carried, still on the tray, to a sink. The man never made it. He tripped, rather comically, and fell flat on his face, the ear landing right in front of him.

Everyone ran up to him “Are you ok?” One of them asked.

“Did you touch it?” Asked another. They were terrified. Riley wasn’t sure why, but his question was soon to be answered.