Hybrid Era [Pokémon]

01: Flight of Freedom

~P.O.V: Unknown~

I groaned in frustration, slamming another file down on the desk. "Dr. Martin? Everything alright?" I heard my assistant ask as my office door was opened. My eyes bolted to where she stood, holding coffee in one hand, and a clipboard in the other. "No. Absolutely not! We lost the girl, again! Those 'guards' are not doing their job." I grumbled.

She sighed, taking a seat across from me, setting her coffee and clipboard down. She pushed her short, brown hair behind her ear to keep it out of her face while she looked down at the clipboard, "Maybe, but Sir, I was able to take a few notes on her behavior changes. I've also noticed she prefers to stay in the warmer areas." She said.

My dark eyes jolted down to her clipboard, and as I took it, I read through her notes.

Subject #3

Name: Lucia Césaire

Age: 14

Preferences: Warm areas?, cold drinks, chicken nuggets, odd obsession for trains...

I paused at the preferences, looking up at my assistant, "Trains?" I asked, "Are you kidding me?" I finished. She shrugged, "She stopped drawing in the snow to ask me for a train on countless occasions. Not to mention she'd draw trains in the snow sometimes. I honestly think she's a 5-year old in a 14-year old body." My assistant remarked. I rubbed the bridge of my nose with a groan, returning to the notes.

Mother: Unknown

Father: Jacob Grant

Guardian: Kayla Césaire

Profession: Probably a future train conductor. Not joking.

Species: Articuno//Human Hybrid

I chuckled looking back at the Profession part. "'Not joking'? Real professional, May." She shrugged sheepishly, "My notes are my notes—" I cut her off, regaining my posture. "Would the Boss approve of this, May?" I asked. She clutched her pen, "N-No, Sir." She said, "Will I see this again?" "No, Sir." She frantically (slightly) shook her head as I replied, "Good."

"We don't mess around in Team Rocket."

~P.O.V: Lucia Césaire~

I grinned childishly as I ran farther and farther away from one of the many Team Rocket bases; More specifically, the most modern one which I just escaped from like a boss.

"There she is! Catch that hybrid!"  I heard a man exclaim as two men charged after me. They're fast, I'll give 'em that. When I turned my head behind me to catch a glimpse of the men, I felt my bare foot scrape against sharp, wooden edges of a fallen tree as I tripped over it, and sent myself tumbling down a very  tall hill.

I couldn't help but yelp when I hit a very abrupt stop. The guards were amusingly trying to carefully step down the hill, step by step, to come after me. I snickered, standing before wincing in pain from my ankle. I looked down to see a nasty scrape; not as bad as usual, though. It healed quickly and I smiled, before taking off running.

Oh, confused as to how it healed so fast? No, dummy, I'm no goddess or something cheesy like that. I'm a Hybrid; we have the side-ability to heal small wounds quickly. What? Please tell me you've heard of hybrids!

Well, as I'm running for dear stinkin' life here, I'll tell you. Hybrids, obviously, are a cross between two animals; in this case, me, and many others, are hybrids to a human and a pokémon. Some Hybrids are from birth due to, very rarily, DNA. Scientists believe we are related to pokémon (Considering the second, and most recently developed, evolution theory; they think we come from pokémon, Not Monkeys.).