Deceitful: A Pokemon Transformation

Chapter 20: The Shoe is on the Other Paw

Lewis sighed as he lay down in the room with the many other first evolution Pokemon doing their own activities. The room was arid and felt empty. He'd seen it before, but never thought about how tortuous it was. It was enough to drive anyone insane.

*Maybe even Damian.*

Lewis couldn't get his mind off of Damian. And he couldn't help but feel like he deserved this. The irony was what hit Lewis the most. Or was it the complete hatred of himself for being such a jerk to his best friend? Lewis didn't even know anymore. He didn't care he was a Pokemon. He didn't care if he ever escaped from the prison he now lived in. He didn't even care about his dad's feelings about him. All he cared about... Was if Damian is okay or not.

The Zorua approached Lewis directly. Lewis hadn't said a word to anyone since he was transformed into a Pokemon. He was in an endless state of depression and pity. The only sound he could make were his cries at night.

"Hey dude? I know things are kinda hard right now. I'm Josh, again. Can you at least tell us your name. We don't wanna have to call ya Pichu all the time."

Lewis bit his lip, at least that's what he assumed he had. Lewis hadn't even focused on his new body. He would lay still and occasionally get up to eat and drink.

Lewis sighed, uttering the first words he'd said within the past three days.

"Lewis. My name... Is Lewis..." he muttered almost silently.

A few of the Pokemon now stared at Lewis, making him feel even smaller than the Pichu he now was.

"Lewis Frederick?" blurted the Kirlia.

Lewis was awe struck.

*How does she know my name?*

"Y... umm..."

Everyone eyed him carefully now. Waiting for his response.

He sighed.

"Yes... Lewis... Frederick... I'm guessing Damian told ya about me hunh?"

Josh the Zorua created an illusion over the security camera, then the Kirlia slammed him into the wall head first. Everyone now standing and ready to beat him senseless.

"You monster! You're the reason we're like this! Because of you, your best friend is working his ass off to survive! Scum like you have taken everything from him! He can't step outside without fear of being captured again! I don't even know Damian personally, but I know he's a good person. Just like everyone else in this room... Except you! I hope when he saves us, that you stay here. I hope you rot here. And if not here, some kind of Pokemon prison. For now, I think it's time you understand the pain of being ripped from your families arms!" screamed the Kirlia.

Not an ounce of fear struck Lewis, only more self-pity and despair. The only thought in his mind, you deserve whatever happens to you.

He was pressed hard against the wall, the back of his head pulsating from the impact. Everyone was now circling him shouting out additional comments to what Kirlia had said.

For the billionth time, Lewis closed his eyes and muttered, "I'm sorry Damian."

Kirlia seemed as though she wanted to murder Lewis on the spot, as did the entire room. But he was saved as the Poochyena said, "Guys... If we beat him senseless, how are we any better than him? Would Damian want this! He said he doesn't hate Lewis, he's just really disappointed."

Kirlia glared at Lewis intensely not releasing him, hesitating to listen. She then sighed, a few tears running down her face and Lewis fell to the ground with a thud.