We Are The Pokemon, & We Don't Need You Anymore

Chapter 20

I was starting to hate the color white.

The building we were trying to escape from had hallways that all looked the same. Don't you hate it when that happens? The tiles were slick under my paws, and my friends panted beside me.

"How'd you guys get in here anyway?" I panted, turning a---guess what color? White!--corner.

"Zoura took the form of a guard, and that piece of pipe did the rest." Charmander explained.

"Do we have any idea where we're going?" Snivy asked. She had ditched her weapon and was running as fast as she could along with the rest of us.

"Anywhere but here." Zoura answered.

"Well that narrows it down." Kip grumbled. We slid-- literally--around a corner. My paws skidded uselessly against the waxed floors. My friends slammed into each other and we all tumbled through an open door. We hit something hard and metal with a thunk. We all groaned. I untangled myself and looked around the room.

It was a bit like the lab that I had been in, except that there was no giant test tube, but instead computer stations everywhere.  A large screen on the back wall showed a big diagrahm with a bunch of complicated looking charts on it. Strangely the room was empty of people.

"Talk to me Pidgey, where the heck are we?" I asked. Pidgey fluttered around the room, studying computers and charts.

"It seems to be a sort of programming room." He answered.

"Where is everybody?" Kip asked, sitting up. Charmander shrugged. I squinted at a clander on the wall. 'Ice Cream Social in the Cafieteria Today!' it read. I told my friends what it said.

"Well, let's hope they all get seconds, because we need to get out of here." Zoura stated and turned to the door.

"Wait!" Pidgey cried, scanning a computer screen. His face had gone pale and his talons trembled on the keyboard. "I think I just figured out the master plan." He squeaked. I raced over and saw what he was looking at. This diagram was simpler than the others.

I sort of wish it wasn't.

It displayed a satalite tower send a signal over the world, next was a picture of all Pokeballs crackling with red energy. Pokemon popped out of the capsules, their eyes glazed over, marching in military rows, destroying towns, under the flag of the red C. I sat down, and put my paws over my head.

Everything clicked together.

This operation went deeper than just murder: this was about global domination. With whatever computer vius thay had been cooking up, would be able to control any Pokemon that was controlled by a Pokeball. They would be turned into mindless drones.

Unless we could stop it.

A timer popped up on the screen. One hour. The virus would be released in one hour.

"Can't we do something?" Kip asked. I didn't realize that they had come up to see the diagram as well. I turned to the computer.

"Maybe." Pidgey said, turning back to the computer. "We can't stop it, but maybe we can tell the virus to do something else."

My heart beat quickened. 

Thump thump. 

What if it was possible... 

Thump thump.

Maybe I could do it... 

Thump thump.

There was no way I could pull this off, and yet...

I jumped into the chair and pushed Pidgey out of the way. "Watch the door, I'll take care of this." I commanded as my paws flew across the keyboard. My friends rushed to the door as I input my changes to the virus, along with a message that would be heard by all effected by it.

Oh Arceus I hope this'll work.

"Someone's coming!" Kip cried. I finished typing my last few words, jumped down under the desk along with my friends and held my breath. The was the noise of boots clomping down the hall, and a lighthearted chuckle. My ears perked up.

"So, is our project ready to go?" A voice asked, male, deep, and almost frightning. Kip seemed to hypervenilate by my side as two brown boots came into view.

"Yes, my Lord, it shall be ready in a hour." Answered a high, super annoying voice as two lab shoes also came into view. There was a guffaw.

"Why wait?" The deeper voice boomed. "I've waited years for this day, all my planning and studying has led to this! And I shall rule all." The leader roared, and there was the sound of a button being pushed. Pidgey and I exchanged a look. 

Uh oh.

The leader laughed like a maniac, but was abrubtly cut off.

"What? WHAT!!? WHAT IS THIS!" He roared, gesturing to the screen. Against my better judgement, I peeked at his face from my hiding spot. The man was tall with a long dark cloak on, with hair red like blood. His face was contorted in indescribable fury. Worst of all was a scar that twisted over one eye.

A scar in the shape of a C.