Well that wasn't too long, now was it? Before anyone asks, no, this is not directly related to Jude's New Perspective. This story is meant to stand on its own. Though I never said it will be without cameos...

Thanks to KenitohMenara for the inspiration behind both this and the previous story.

Chapter 1:

ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

"CLEAR" A voice said, rubbing the two sides of a defibrillator together before pressing them against someone's chest. The body spazzed on contact, as they were startled back to life.

"WOAH." The person sat up from where they were. They took a second to adjust the glasses over their eyes, as they turned to the one responsible. "Thanks for that Tyson. Wasn't paying attention."

"Not a problem Cyrus." Tyson replied, returning the pads to their proper place. "We really didn't plan this out the best, picking this place as a hideout. Though I suppose we've made it work."

The two of them had been on the run for weeks, staying just out of reach of the HAA. Currently they were deep inside Chargestone Cave, surrounded by the electrically charged crystals. They had a makeshift base built up, with a small tent to sleep in that was lined with rubber to keep out electricity. Outside of that they had a makeshift table composed of non-charged stones, which is what they had just used to revive Cyrus.

Right next to it they had a defibrillator, which they…borrowed, from a hospital during their travels. Ordinarily it wouldn't be much use without a power socket, but thanks to Tyson, they'd managed to hook it up to one of the crystals and harness its power instead.

These two were rather famous before the Revolution, both for pretty different reasons. Tyson Dyson was a technical whiz kid, who could assemble anything in a short time. At just 14 years old, he had curly silver hair and dark brown eyes. He wore a white tank top with grey cargo pants, filled to the brim with tools and spare parts. His IQ stood at a mind-boggling 250, making him a massive priority to all members of the HAA. His brainpower and knack for technology earned him the title of "The Metalhead".

Cyrus Andrews on the other hand, wasn't as handy in construction. Instead his mind flowed with a deep understanding of biology, knowing down to the tiniest detail how both human and Pokémon bodies worked, and how to fix them should they be damaged or infected. Cyrus was much older than Tyson, at 19 years old. He had light green hair with blue eyes, and wore a white lab coat with a green undershirt and denim jeans.

Before the Revolution Cyrus was an aspiring doctor who could cure anyone from sickness, and was so efficient at patching up injuries that any patient he had would feel relief almost instantly. His IQ wasn't quite on the level of Tyson, but it was still a commendable 120, and filled to the brim with knowledge on every species of Pokémon on the planet, as well as proper medical procedure for each. As a result, he also acquired a title, simply known as "The Doctor".

"Next time we need to pick a better location. Somewhere less…lethal." Cyrus said, getting off the table and dusting himself off. "If it weren't for the crystals here providing enough power to the defibrillator, I'd be a dead man."

"Lucky for you then that you have me." Tyson replied, pulling out a screwdriver and adjusting some loose screw on the machine.

"And lucky you for me being around to keep you in check. After all, it's not like you can handle your you know what alone."

"Oh, be quiet. We both need each other out here, and let's just leave it at that." Tyson whined, causing Cyrus to chuckle. The chuckle caused him to start coughing suddenly, making Tyson walk over and hand him something. "Now look what you've done. Take this and try and calm down."

Cyrus silently complied, grabbing the item from Tyson. It was Cyrus' inhaler, which he hastily inserted into his mouth to breath in some fresh air. Cyrus suffered from serious Asthma problems, meaning he needed to pay close attention to everything he did. His body was rather sensitive to the environment, and too much stress would cause him to dissolve into a fit of coughing. Even something as simple as laughing could trigger it if he wasn't careful.

After a few minutes, Cyrus was able to get his breathing under control. He removed the inhaler, cleaned it off, and handed it back to Tyson. "Thanks for that." He said quietly.

"Not a problem man. Now can you do me a favor and check on my you know what?" Tyson said, jumping up onto the table and removing his shirt.

"Course I can." Cyrus replied, as Tyson laid down. Cyrus moved Tysons shirt out of the way and adjusted his glasses, before pulling a small scalpel out of his pocket. "This might hurt a bit." He said, moving the scalpel up towards Tysons mid region. There he saw the familiar scarring over where Tysons heart was, shaped in a square.

Cyrus gingerly probed the area with his scalpel, causing the skin itself to open up like a machine, the outer skin moving over to the side. Inside Cyrus could see Tyson's heart, beating rather slowly, with a pacemaker attached to it.

Tyson was born with an abnormal heartbeat, and in order to prevent possible heart failure, he was given a pacemaker. Unfortunately, the technology for this pacemaker was significantly out of date, and needed to be replaced. Alas, with the two on the run, they did not necessarily have the tools for the job, so for now they were making do with slight adjustments until they had a more permanent solution.

"Alright, I can see it. Just tell me what I need to do." Cyrus said, pulling out a pair of latex gloves from his lab coat, and slipping them over his hands. He didn't have any clean water to sterilize his hands, so this would have to do for now.

"There should be a few glowing lights inside. What I want you to do is sever the connections for the blue and red lights, and reverse them. After that, I need you to take out the rust near the top of the machine. Its rubbing against my heart, and it really hurts." Tyson said plainly. He knew that exerting himself too much with his chest open was a very dangerous idea, as it could risk damaging either the pacemaker, or his heart.

"Gotcha." Cyrus was no metalhead, but he could follow instructions well enough. Quick as a flash he separated the connection to the red and blue lights, reinserting the cables into the opposite lights. After that he slowly reached in and scrapped the rust off the top of the pacemaker, onto the scalpel, which he quickly removed and separated. "Done and done." He replied.

Before Tyson could close his heart chamber, the two heard a loud buzzing coming from the pacemaker. "Ugh, not again. Cyrus, you know the drill." Tyson said. This was an occurrence the both of them were used to by now. Periodically Tysons pacemaker would buzz, announcing its lack of power. Begrudgingly, Tyson had to deal with this on a semi-regular basis, finding any source of power possible to recharge it.

Cyrus quickly moved into their tent, and retrieved both Tysons recharge cable and a knock-out pill. The pill was to let Tyson sleep during recharge, as the recharging process was rather painful. "We don't have any water so you're going to have to take it dry." Cyrus said, handing him the pill.

"Just remember to be careful with the cable." Tyson said, before downing the pill. "I will, I will" Cyrus reassured him, as Tysons eyelids grew heavy, and he soon passed out. Cyrus carefully connected the cable to Tysons pacemaker, and walked over to a nearby electric stone. This one Tyson had tapped into with his own custom control box, allowing them to harness its electricity. Cyrus inserted the other end of the cable into the box, as the buzzing from the pacemaker stopped, signaling that it was connecting.

"Good. That should take care of that." Cyrus said, removing his latex gloves and putting his hand against the wall as he watched Tyson. We've been in this cave for 3 days. It's probably going to be time to leave soon before someone realizes we are here. Cyrus decided that for now he would start to do some clean up on their base until Tyson woke up. He removed his hand from the wall and started to walk towards their tent, accidentally brushing against the charged stone with his hand in the process.

ZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAP

"AUUUUUUUUUGH" Cyrus cried out, as his legs buckled and he collapsed on the floor, his body spazzing uncontrollably. Since he just grazed the crystal the shock wouldn't be enough to kill him, but it was still ludicrously strong. Though Cyrus fought to remain conscious, the suddenly rush of energy overloaded him, causing him to black out.

The sound of Cyrus' scream in pain echoed throughout the cave, eventually coming out through the entrance. Sadly for him, the sound was heard by a passing patrol of Pokémon, who had heard reports of runaways around the area. "Sounds like we have company."