From The Dark

Help...Help...Help...I'm hiding under these crates. Everyone is screaming. The humans are trying to kill us. I look down at my paw. My aura is feeling weird. Bum! Bum! I hear someone. I might not be able to evade my fate. Nobody ever liked me. I was sadistic. I was a sociopath. But not forever. I had a trainer. She loved me so much. She made me so good at battle. She was always there. But then, a big pokemon, named gwachop or something like that, took her away. I was lonely. I got stuck in my own world. My internal sense told me were my trainer was. I found the garchomp in his cave. Devoured pieces of pokemon, all ralts, were trembling in the cave. I looked around with a tiny flashlight, and I screamed when I came upon 20 ralts bodies on a table. I heard a slice. I turned around, and the ralts were all slaughtered. I heard a fimillair voice echo, and I saw my older trainer chained to the ceiling. She only had one arm, and I felt an embrace as I was reunited by her only hand. Step Down Puny Rioulu! The garchomp spoke again. I heard a blast. I looked to see my dead trainer. My tears flooded my eyes, and I ran out. Ah! I shouted as a pokemon, not a human, revealed me to the lights of the hospital. I tried to be less scared and I said: Who are you. The pokemon was an excadrill. Come. He said. No! I replied. I can do this on my own! Can't you just not be so adamant about this? He questioned. No. I said. He showed me a news headline on an Ipad about how a garchomp and salamence were gonna kill 1000000 ralts. Yes. I said.