In the small rural town of Scottsville New York, there was next to nothing of interest ever going on. It was common for the local townsfolk to work at a job somewhere out of town, but many also made there living via the hobbies they loved. The town had three separate school buildings, one for grades pre-k up to third grade, another for fourth through sixth, and the final one being grades 7 and up. The schools were not the most highly funded, but they made do with what they had rather well.

Our story begins with a single young man. Logan J. Ruwell lived in this small, cozy town ever since he was but an infant. He was a very peculiar individual in everyone's eyes. On the outside he didn't look out of the ordinary. He wore a zip up sweater with a gray t-shirt underneath, which was matched by a pair of black sweatpants with a red stripe going down the sides. This was all topped off with white sneakers that had a little bit of wear and tear. He also had a shaved head with a stubble goatee that connected to his shaved sideburns.

However on the inside it was a completely different story, for behind that rather ordinary looking frame was a person who was far from normal. He could pass as normal if one only glanced at him, but if someone so much as said hello, then things would get a little complicated. Aspergers always did stuff like that to his mind, always making it harder to communicate with people. It made him somewhat of a loner. He had friends, and he was great with them once they've proven themselves worthy of his trust, but to earn that was kind of difficult. He always wanted to be completely sure if they truth tellers, were loyal and thus would never ditch him, and in general just showed that they truly cared. If all these things were met, then he was your best friend. If not... well he never really talked about those people very much.

He didn't have that many skills besides a few niche talents and hyper focused tendencies here and there. He could sing, loved historical topics (Mainly WW1 and WW2), was somewhat of a funny guy... and had a MASSIVE love for video games. You could say his mind was nothing but a controller linked to the world, and he was the avatar. They just seemed to occupied his mind that much.

He lived out his childhood on a highly dysfunctional family, and was scarred by his childhood memories from time to time. But he lived on his own now, and so all those memories would be nothing more than that, memories... well, that and the frequent but manageable nightmares he would sometimes deal with. But in the end he always wanted to just live out a happy peaceful life, and recently moving out of his toxic household allowed him to start fresh. He didn't have much cash on hand, since he only worked a minimum wage job at some fast food joint, but it made ends meet when he saved up little by little.

He was currently on his way to a friends house, his friend Riley to be precise. They both had been best friends, if not the only "brother from another mother" that Logan really had. They both had many fond memories of staying up all night playing online shooters like Halo or Call of Duty. But Pokemon was the game that put them in friendly competitions, whether it was who could get the first shiny, or beat the newest games first. It was all a challenge to see who was the superior player... and the results were evenly matched. But it wasn't just games for them, as they could go on for hours just talking, laughing out loud, or just straight up talking about the most random things.

Logan was walking down a street over a paved bridge in the middle of town. It was 9:00 already, so the streets were pretty much deserted by now. He had a large backpack that carried everything he needed to make the LAN party at Rileys house more fun. The contents were jammed inside as he had packed an Xbox, a 3DS, a laptop, four controllers, rechargeable batteries, an extra pair of clothes and in case of emergencies, two magazines for a pistol he kept.

It was concealed in the side of his pants, underneath his sweater. He had taken some basic shooting courses at the local Police Station as they sometimes offered them to civilians for free. He thought it was the most stupid idea imaginable. Sure, lets just train civilians without first seeing if they have criminal intentions, that always works out well… But he couldn't really complain since he ended up taking them a few times over, just so that if he ended up getting in a dangerous altercation, he could at least defend himself more effectively. The pistol he had wasn't bought either. It was an original M1911 that belonged to his great grandfather, who brought it back with him from his service in WWII. Logan had found the old veteran had carved some writing on the grip, and that it had said "Ardennes" along with some carved in tally marks made with a knife. He never had to use it yet, but he didn't take any chances.

He turned right on the street sidewalk into another long stretch of houses and paved roads. He knew where his friend was, but had decided to take a scenic path, as he knew some punks from high school would hang out around his main route. He continued to make his way, thinking on how he was going to get there in time. It started at 10:00 o'clock tonight, and he was just barely going to make it on time if he walked at this pace.

"Shit, I gonna speed up." Logan thought to himself as he began to speed walk. As he continued to make haste, he then realized that something was off when he heard a door slam. Not like a door from a home, but with a distinctive *Curchunk* sound, like from a vehicle… And it didn't sound that far from his current position. It as then that he heard his phone ring, picking up to see that it was Riley calling. Logan answered the call to see what Riley wanted, even though it was probably just him asking why he was late.

Logan answered to have Riley begin the talks instead. "Yo dude, where the heck are you?! There's like, 4 other people here and we're in need of another xbox. You think you could just speed up a bit?!" Logan was annoyed with his friends inherently bad impatience, and answered back while showing it. "Well you know I'm not driving yet! Just tell them I'll be there in another 15 minutes okay?" He could here Riley slap in forehead in disappointment before complaining again. "Dude you said that in your text before you left, They've been waiting for the past 30 minutes! Hurry your ass up bro, we're losing patience!" Logan suddenly smiled as he fired an insult toward his friend over the phone. "You know your starting to remind me of those sassy women, who text their boyfriends non-stop until they finally arrive, is that what you're doing right now? 'Cus it really seems like it."

Riley hung up in anger as Logan continued his walk, laughing to himself for finally shushing his friend until he got to his house. However, the laughing stopped as he suddenly felt a massive slam on the back of his head, hitting the sidewalk pavement and beginning to see darkness overtake his vision. The last thing he saw was his phone being dropped next to him as someone wearing black heavy boots and cargo pants appeared above it, crushing the phone and leaving Logan's vision to fade out as he lost consciousness.

Logan began to twist and turn as he began to wake up, a massive throbbing headache occurring at the back of his skull. He began to sit up and slowly opened his eyes, not knowing what had recently transpired. He looked around the area, and saw that he was in a holding cell of sorts. There was a very uncomfortable bed he was currently sitting on, a simple desk and chair in the corner, and a rather dirty toilet about 3 feet from his bed. The entire cell was cramped, and he began to look for a way out.

He began to panic as he didn't know where he was, and couldn't understand what he did wrong. He stood up near the metal door and began yelling out, hoping some police officer or someone of the law would appear. "HELLO! ANYONE THERE! LOOK YOU GOT THE WRONG GUY! MY NAMES LOGAN J. RUWELL, AND I HAVEN'T COMMITTED A SINGLE CRIME IN MY LIFE! SO IF YOU COULD JUST LET ME OUT THAT WOULD BE FUCKING GREAT!" of course however, no-one appeared to confront him. He figured from what that guy was wearing that he was some kind of special law enforcement officer. But his mind was in denial as the other, far more likely idea on who it was began to loom over Logan's mind. He began to shake and stutter in fear as he spoke to himself, his tendencies from aspergers now showing as he loudly spoke to himself as if speaking to someone else. "No... This isn't that is it? I wasn't randomly selected to be bashed in the head, kidnapped, and thrown in a cell to be sold to human traffickers right? Please tell me I'm in a jail cell where I can at least explain myself to someone who's trustworthy... I think."

He heard distant chatter in the area to the left of his cell, and began to panic when he began to eavesdrop on the conversation between two guards walking by his cell. He wasn't an expert when interpretation was in play, but something about "Making the boss happy" and "needing new candidates" just didn't sound like your typical friendly police officers chatting to one another. In fact it sounded like something far more sinister to him. He waited for the guards to disappear before trying to quickly find a way out, desperation filling his head as he then backed up to the rear of his holding cell, and ran into the metal reinforced door. He continued on for what seemed like 5 minutes, trying with as much speed and strength as he could to barge the door down. He gave up after what seemed like forever to him before slumping to his knees.

"I'm never getting out... I'm never leaving here again am I?" was all he could mutter before crawling back to the filthy cot he was given in the cell. He rubbed and massaged his arm to sooth the now aching pain as he tried to calm himself down from a close emotional breakdown. But something in him wouldn't let him give up, he was going to break out, no matter how hard he had to persist. "If I have to dig my way out of here shawshank redemption style, I FUCKING WILL!" yelled logan in defiance of his situation. But then he saw something he couldn't help but notice. The wall surrounding the frame of his door was cracking in a lot of places, and upon further inspection of his cell realized that there was a lot more small rocks and pebbles than before.

"Wait… what?... there's no way!... It can't be!... I'm not able to ACTUALLY bash my way through this door…this reinforced metal door... can I?"

He got up and began to observe the stone walls near the cell door. Upon closer observation he realized that he could see through the cracks of the wall and view the outside of his prison cell. It looked like he wasn't in or near Scottsville anymore, the outside hallways looked way more like a secret military stronghold than that of a prison. They were made of stone but it looked like he was being held in a rather run down section of the facility. He could see that the farther down the hallways went, the more "up to date" it looked. He then looked at the cracks themselves and realized something that made his heart skip a beat. He began to think to himself as he continued to observe.

"These walls are extremely thin. Why haven't they fixed that yet?" He couldn't help but think that the people he was captured by weren't the smartest of individuals. Then again he realized that not a lot of people, if anyone at all, have ever escaped a holding cell via brute force alone.

He began to brainstorm how he was going to get out before remembering what he was carrying before being kidnapped. "If I ever plan on getting out of here, I gotta break this down and find my stuff. My gun's gotta be in this complex around here somewhere." He thought of how he was going to not get caught. He started to think of a way to get around stealthily without getting caught. Without second thought though, he backed up and resumed his stance, ready to charge at the door and finally break it down. He couldn't help but remember the Brutes from the Halo games he always played, and how he kind of felt like one when it would berserk and charge everything in its path.

He took a few deep breaths before readying himself and muttering some final words as he charged at the door and jumped, ramming it as hard as he could. The walls finally gave out as the metal cell door collapsed into the hallway outside, He himself laying on top of it before quickly getting up and rubbing his shoulder, moving his arm to try and ease the pain.

"VICTORY!"

He put his arms up in the air and yelled in triumph as he finally broke free. But as he turned around and began to strut forward confidently, he was met with a sight that he didn't like in the slightest, and froze up as a result.

The many clicks and clacks of guns could be heard as at least 50 or so people had aimed their weapons at the lone gamer. He could see many laser sights honed in on his chest and head as he stared out onto the sea of death, that was what looked like the entire complex personnel stationed there.

"OH GOD DAMN IT!" he yelled in anger as he put his hands up in defeat.

It felt like an eternity as he trembled, fearing for his life as he felt like they were going to shoot him. However they just stood there and kept their guns aimed at him. Most people would've waited and stood completely still until something happened. But Logan realized that because they weren't shooting him already, he could maybe show that he didn't want any trouble.

"Uhh… L-Look I'm not gonna cause any trouble okay, just plea-"

He was suddenly cut off by a single gunshot hitting the floor next to him, causing him to rear his right leg towards him, screaming out in fear as the bullet whizzed by.

"L-L-Look I just want to g-go home okay!"

After another minute of silence, a light turned on as a tall man dressed in a brown suit appeared from behind the crowd, calmly walking towards Logan in a way that greatly intimidated him. The man looked highly familiar, and now that he thought about it, the people behind him were wearing the same uniform as the person who knocked him out back in Scottsville. He watched in silence as they man got closer.

"Step forward..."

Logan swiftly did as he was told, lightly stepping forward with his hands still in the air.

"Look at me…"

Logan looked up at the intimidating figure, looking into the cold and almost lifeless eyes the man had. However he brought his face down as he couldn't stare up at him, his Asperger's syndrome telling him to look away.

"I said LOOK AT ME!"

Logan quickly flinched before looking back up at the man, now giving him his undivided attention. The man gave off a wicked smile as he looked at Logan with what looked to be a sense of power over him.

The mysterious figure responded before pointing at the floor behind Logan and asking "Did you do that?" Logan looked behind him as he saw the cell door on the floor, rocks and debris laying all over the area. Logan nodded in solemn fear as the man was silent, only to hear him begin chuckling a little as he then looked back at Logan's scared face.

"Well now… I think you'd make a lovely candidate for our latest program."

Logan quickly flinched in fear as he heard the man say that. "What do you mean?" he said with fear wavering in his voice. The man remained silent as he turned around and began to walk away. "Take this young man to the Labs, make sure he's sedated before we begin our tests on him. Can't have another wash out like last time."

Logan heard what the man said as it was said out loud, causing him to begin shivering in terror. He then felt that something was behind him as he turned around and saw something that made him quiver in absolute fright. Behind him was a massive, Cat like creature with massive arms, and what looked like a wrestling belt made out of… fire?

As he looked on he then realized what the creature in front of him was… and began to lose his mind at the absurdity of the situation at hand. He thought himself "Wait… that's not right! If that's what I think It is, Then where am I? What am I doing here? Am I abou-!"

"AAh!" he yelled in pain as a large needle was injected into his arm from someone who approached from behind. He instantly began to feel light headed as everything around him went dark again, falling over and losing consciousness as he lost all train of thought.

There was the sound of distant chatter as Logan began to wake up from his forcibly induced sleep. He couldn't see much yet as he was still opening his eyes. He felt like he was laying on a metal table, and could hear many instruments being fiddled with. He finally opened his eyes, only to have a blinding light meet his squinted his eyes as he tried to adjust to the light source… only to turn his head and see a gruesome and terrifying display.

There on another table about 5 feet away from his own, was a woman who was looking back at him, her body horribly mutated. She had an extra arm coming out of the lower side of her abdomen with only a half formed hand. She had extra strange appendages that sprouted out of her half-bald upper head, and she looked blind from what he could see as her eyes were milky white. Logan gasped and turned his head the other way, only to see a sight that horrified him even more.

A little yellow mouse looking creature was laying on the other operating table next to his own. He looked at it before quickly realizing with unquestionable thought that it was indeed a Pikachu… a dead one. It's body having gone through advanced decay, making Logan feel like he was going to quickly vomit. He saw that the dead corpse had bony appendages that weren't part of the normal skeletal structure as they twisted and turned out from areas like the rib cage.

Logan finally gained enough self courage to look around and see the environment, and completely lost his mind at what he saw. The whole area was one big operating room, with people dressed like scientists looking at data on rather new looking computers. He could hear people and Pokemon alike screaming and begging for mercy in the distant other rooms, as they were likely forced to endure extremely painful and horrendous operations and/or experiments.

"Hello there!"

Logan jumped up from being startled, but there was leather and chain straps holding him down, thus leaving him at the mercy of pretty much anything he would face. A man reacted by pressing him down and saying "Hold it there young man, you're not going anywhere.". Logan looked up and saw a strange looking man that looked to be in his late 50's. He was wearing glasses and had a bald head as well as a rather older looking face.

"W-W-What's going on here?! W-Why am I here?! What're you gonna do to me?!" yelled Logan, now more than terrified of what was to come. "Oh don't you worry, I have something special planned for you. You're not staying in this lovely place, oooh no-no-no." exclaimed the older, and definitely sinister scientist. "W-What do you mean?!" squeaked Logan.

Before the old scientist could continue, a robotic female audio announcer yelled through the intercom "Doctor Steinbach, please report to the Biotech research center and bring subject #392, thank you." The old doctor looked at Logan and snickered as he pulled out a metal tag from under the table, showing the numbers 392 as he waved it at the now pale faced 19 year old. "Looks like they're ready for you champ!"

Steinbach had adjusted a few knobs and switches under the table as Logan then felt him pushing the table along the floor. The wheels underneath rolling the table like a shopping cart as he was taken passed many other scientists and their "Lab rats", before being rolled out into a very wide corridor. As they were walking passed many rooms, Logan saw the most gruesome imagery he thought he would ever see. He couldn't even begin watch as he closed his eyes and tried to block out the sounds of inhuman suffering and torture that rolled by every few seconds.

After what seemed like 10 minutes of nonstop corridor walking, as well as a few stops for the crazy Doctor to quickly chat with a couple fellow scientists. They quickly approached another corridor that lead to an entirely new wing of the facility. The hallways were now more dimly lit with lime green lights as they approached some large sliding doors. Logan knew that this was the Biotech room as he figured why else the lights would be green. As Steinbach pushed the table Logan was strapped too into beyond the door, the boy awed at everything in the Atrium like area presented before him. Their were large supercomputers located to the left on the back walls of the room, and to the right were many groups of scientist looking at chemicals and gadgets. Everything to the unique minded 19 year old looked like it was ripped straight out of a high production Sci-fi movie or video game. But then he saw the most jaw dropping part of the entire room. As he slowly looked up, he laid eyes what looked to be a massive… Death Ray?

He couldn't even say what it was as the entire thing was gargantuan in size, easily the size of an entire school building. But when he looked closer he saw what looked to be a ballpoint barrel located on the bottom. "Over sized Ray gun?" Logan thought, seeming to see a small resemblance to the iconic weapon from Call of Duty. Steinbach had walked over to the other people in Lab coats who were located near a control room of sorts. Logan could hear the sounds of distinct chatter about him and began to listen in on the conversation.

Dr. Steinbach was questioning a woman in front of him as he expressed his concerns. "How is he even a possible candidate for this project? he doesn't even seem like much more than a lowlife squabbler, I mean surely there's someone else better suited to be a our test subject, Yes?" The women in front of him looked at him for a second and smiled rather warmly as she explained the situation. "He may seem like nothing much… but it's not the looks that count here."

"That weird phenomenon happened when one of our boys brought him through the portal. They gave us an eyewitness account of seeing some strange orbs of color changing light entered the boy while unconscious. Upon which he reacted by experiencing extreme convulsions and twitching abnormally and uncontrollably. When we went to check his vitals they were fine, but when we collected a sample of his blood…"

She paused from what Logan presumed was hesitance as Doctor Steinbach looked at her with a concerned expression. Despite his obvious negligence towards the young man himself, the Doc seemed to otherwise be a nice guy to everyone else in his vicinity… unless they were of the previously dubbed "lab rats".

"His DNA is currently very unstable, and he's confirmed to have desirable brain characteristics for the machines and thus makes him THE prime candidate for this whole operation. The only issue here is that, well..." She paused again before resuming. "If he ends up successfully surviving the experiment, it might end being a similar problem to the cinnabar incident..." She said that with a creepily dark tone. Logan felt a massive chill go up his spine as he felt something was going to go horribly wrong for him. He saw Dr. Steinbach look at the women with a glare before seeming to reassure her everything would go according to plan. "Sometimes you have to gamble with destiny to make progress, even if it ends up backfiring and setting us back a few years."

Logan was silent as he didn't know how to respond to the transpiring events unfolding before him. He was wheeled away by a couple cronies in standard black attire as he looked up at where he was going. His whole body felt like jello as his face turned pale white, as he was being rolled under the over-sized ray gun looking machine. As they placed him under their, he couldn't help but close his eyes and pray to god he would make it out of this alive. He reared his head to the side and caught sight of both the old Doctor and the strange woman, as well as a few others, behind a large glass wall that separated them from him. Everyone else in the room had evacuated to safe rooms as the large ray gun looking machine quickly adjusted its sights onto him...

A very bad sign of what was to come.

He saw a large green wavering light appearing around the ball like tip of the ceiling cannon's barrel. He began to tear up as he felt the last seconds of his terrible cruel life ticking away, before catching his own emotions and accepting his fate. He closed his eyes and heard the machine getting louder as he scrunched his face up, waiting to be vaporized without a trace and forgotten by everyone in existence. As soon as the thing hit maximum power, he uttered one final phrase.

"So this is how it ends huh..."

The cannon fired at Logan as he expected, but it wasn't killing him. He instead felt a miraculously high amount of pain. He began to scream out in absolute agony as he felt an extreme electrical burning pain course throughout his entire body from head to toe. He then felt more pain as he looked down and saw and felt things no-one should ever have happen to them.

He saw his body changing before his very eyes. Every single organ, bone, and muscle, twisting and rearranging into something else entirely. His skin began to turn a mixture of both pure white and green as a red spikes burst out of his chest and back. A large one on his upper torso, and a much flatter one on his back. His arms to turned green in color as his elbows began to grow long and almost blade like appendages. His feet mutated into large stumps in a sense while his legs painfully grew more muscle. He wanted to scream out but the pain was so excruciating that he couldn't even utter a sound. His hip bones had mutated into a small reinforced disc like shape around him as he then felt his head suffer the effects. His hair fell out as his scalp formed a hard cover over it, seeming to cover up and destroy his entire nose in the process, giving him an almost completely flat face. He could hear his skull forcibly cracking and rearranging as his ears became spiked appendages on the side of his head. His eyelids closed as his eyes changed shape and volume, opening up to have red irises' instead of his natural brown. He felt his fingers fuse together, forcing him to only have three appendages on each hand. Lastly he felt something sprout out from the top of his cranium, literally giving him an unreal head-splitting migraine as it grew out from the top center of his skull.

The ray gun from hell had finally stopped firing as it slowly retracted back upwards. He was still feeling lots of pain as he struggled to maintain his sanity. However, despite all of the horrible events he just had to deal with, he realized one more thing though all the excruciating pain he was still feeling…

He wasn't able to speak.

He couldn't use his voice box as it must have not yet fully developed. He tried to scream, but nothing but a blood curdling breath like sound came out. Logan had begun to fully freak out now as his own emotions began to take over his mind again. He felt like he was just robbed of a somewhat normal life as he was now a green and white freak! He looked around as everyone began to come out of their safety rooms. People were cautiously approaching him from all sides, saying things like "By Arceus, it worked!" and "We're gonna be rich!"

Hearing the things these people were saying sent his emotions over the edge, as he began to feel nothing but hatred for them. He couldn't hold back his own insanity anymore as one emotion boiled to the surface…

Complete and utter Rage began to fill his mind as he broke free from the tables rather tight confines. A strange black and red smokey aura surrounded him as his rage fueled desire to escape fueled his mind into overdrive. He ignored his body's howls of pain as he got up and looked at the people surrounding him. They all continued to look at the Pokemon who was once a completely innocent 19 year old boy with an innocent soul. He looked at Doctor Steinbach and the girl who accompanied him, they're faces a mixture of surprise of what they've created, and horror as they felt fear in front of the boy's face full of anger.

Logan charged at the the duo and grabbed Steinbach by the shirt, dragging him along while sprinting to the door and exiting the Biotech room. He proceeded to hold up Steinbach to the wall as the old man cowered in fear. Logan could see the man was afraid, but couldn't care anymore. He turned him into a Pokemon, and while many fools wanted that in their fantasies, having experienced it for real quickly made him a person against the very concept. He proceeded to beat Steinbach senseless via punching him in the face a few times in raw fury before letting the man drop to the ground, knocked out and bloody from the rather brutal few punches he took. Logan just stared at him for a moment before regaining his senses and bolting down the hallway, trying to seek an escape from this hell he was in.

As he rounded the corner, he was suddenly face to face with a squad of Team Rocket soldiers, who upon spotting him began raining lead from their rifles in an attempt to kill him. He jumped out of the way and ended up diving while narrowly avoiding the hail of bullets before landing behind a bunch of metal boxes. He looked down at himself as he questioned on how in the hell he did that. This whole event happening straight up defied all expectations Logan had on the world of Pokemon as a whole. Shouldn't these people be trying to use Pokemon to beat him into submission? If not that, then at least using machines to hold him down? Because here they were using freaking guns to just straight up kill him!

He began to look around for a solution to his predicament when he slightly peeked his head out, and saw the words "Foreign Item's" written on the plaque above two large swinging doors. "That's gotta be where my stuff is!" He thought in hopes of being correct.

After realizing he was going to get caught if he wasted his time pondering behind those crates, he took a deep yet somewhat painful deep breath and risked his chances of survival. He waited until most of them were caught on a reload before making a mad dash for the entrance. He was still being fired upon but somehow got away with the stunt unscathed. He entered the room to find many lockers with junk inside them, and began to quickly yet quietly look around in hopes of finding his Backpack.

However, trouble followed him as he heard the doors open and a gruff voice yell "Search the area, don't let the bastard escape!". Now he had to look around and be completely silent as to avoid getting shot and killed on sight. He continued to search through many lockers and drawers, his new feet making it more difficult to stay quiet as he wasn't quite used to them yet. He opened another locker and saw a black backpack with a familiar looking man in green armor with a gold visor… - Jackpot!

He grabbed his stuff and then realized with complete joy that they never took his great grandfather's M1911, the matte black pistol still loaded and ready to fire. He took it out of his bag and held it, His large three fingered hand somehow still able to comfortably grip the handle. He put a finger on the trigger and decided that it was time to finally fight back. Thinking to himself on how he could make 8 shots count against a now unknown amount of armed personnel, before accepting that he would have to sparingly use his shots. He had two more magazines, but even reloading would probably be too much as they would probably catch him reloading and shoot him between the eyes.

A guard appeared from behind another row of lockers and caught Logan red handed trying to grab his things. "There you are you little shit." he muttered before slowly walking forward and firing a few shots of his rifle at the Gallade. But Logan was quick on the trigger as he reacted and pointed his pistol in the man's direction before firing a shot.

*BAM!*

The guard dropped to the floor as a bullet hit him directly in the heart, killing him instantly. Logan was pointing the old pistol in the direction of the guard, heavily breathing and baring his teeth in anger as he now knew it was time to get out of there. He ran past the lockers and armed guards who fired at him as he bolted out the door and back into the corridors. He continued to run as he encountered another patrol of armed team rocket soldiers, proceeding to turn right and run down another hallway in an attempt to avoid another gunfight.

As he continued sprinting he saw the entrance to a large elevator down at the very end, believing it to be the exit of this facility. But as he continued running, he was shocked to see a large and bulky mass appear in front of it. The creature looked like it weighed a ton, and was extremely fat, it's thick yellow stomach and stubby limbs giving away the identity of the creature.

However Logan noticed something abnormal about it "A-A Snorlax!... wait a minute, WHAT THE HELL?!" This Snorlax had a mechanical arm, and was pointing it at the sprinting human turned Gallade. A light appeared at the end of the arm as it began to charge up, causing Logan to duck and cover at the thought of getting blown into oblivion. The large cannon fired a beam of yellow energy as it hit the structuring behind Logan, causing it to cave in and trap him in the hallway with this Snorlax guarding the only exit.

"Snooorlaaaaax!" yelled the gluttonous Pokemon as he began charging the gallade in cover. As it got close, Logan jumped up high and over its head before crash landing on the floor behind it. The massive Snorlax quickly turned around and lifted it's large foot, ready to crush Logan into a gory paste. Logan reacted by aiming his pistol up at the over sized Pokemon and firing, shooting off all seven rounds left in the magazine in a morbid yet necessary attempt kill the powerful foe.

It was stunned as the large forty-five ACP rounds hit their marks in its stomach, chest, and even one in its ear. But the beastly tank of a Pokemon was still standing, stunned for a bit but quickly trying to recover. As Logan took his chance to escape, he heard more team rocket guards getting close as he ran up to the elevator and entered it.

He was about to escape when he saw a small army of guards behind the fat creature, who all began to rain down a hail of gunfire on his location as the doors to the elevator closed. He took a deep breath and wiped his forehead in relief before feeling a sudden burning sensation on the left side of his lower abdomen. He put his hand there and cringed in pain before feeling a warm flowing liquid in his hand. When he pulled his hand up to inspect it, he saw a ton of blood that completely covered his fingers and upper palm.

He was wounded by a gunshot to his abdomen, realizing that he still had a fair distance to flee before he was even able to assume he's even remotely safe. His adrenaline filled mind began to ponder again if he would make it out of this whole situation alive before hearing the elevator bell ring. He took the opportunity reloaded his pistol before the door opened up to reveal more rocket grunts lined up with there rifles pointing at the elevator. Logan figured this was it and that he failed, as he put his hands up in defeat. But as a female guard walked close to him, he quickly changed idea's and grabbed the female by the throat before punching away her rifle. He then quickly spun her around and held her hostage while moving himself out of the elevator an around the armed guards, all trying to intimidate him into trying to give her up.

"GIVE UP YOU FUCKING FREAK! YOU GOT FIVE SECONDS TO HAND HER TOO US, OR YOUR BOTH GONNA BE SHOT!" yelled one of the guards in anger. But Logan already saw his way out beyond the front gate.

"FIVE!", Logan got close to a vehicle near the gate.

"FOUR!", He stopped behind the vehicle

"THREE!", The women was let go as Logan abruptly shot his pistol again at the man counting down. The shot landed on his upper leg as Logan ran out the front gate, the other stunned guards snapping out of it and firing back in hailstorm of bullets. Logan quickly ran into the forest as a Helicopter flew over head, trying to get a visual on the Gallade who raised hell in team rocket's base just to escape. Logan sprinted with all the energy he could muster as he tried to get out of the bright searchlights cone of vision. He tired changing direction whenever he saw more shrubbery and obstacles nearby, hoping to fool the helicopter into losing him. As he heard men in the distance trying to chase him down, he continued to run, feeling he could outrun them if he continued his little trick...

Logan had been running for what seemed like hours before his body had finally given out and forced him to lean up against a large tree. The clearing he was located in was far enough away from the war zone he was forced to go through, and so he wasn't worried about any members of Team Rocket showing up. Having far outran them and probably forced them to call off the search. He was more worried about going to sleep, and he feared he would never wake up due to blood loss. His own emotions began to cloud his mind as he began to lose his self control and break down in tears, finally letting himself go of all the unnatural amounts of pent up despair as he silently sobbed. His silent sobbing turning to wailing as his voice still hadn't formed, making his crying episode dead silent with the exception of throaty gasping breaths and long wails of whispering screams with no voice attached. His right hand had subconsciously covered his face, leaving massive smears of blood covering roughly half his entire face. with his left hand covering his face up as well. He bent his knees close to his chest as he continued to sob.

After thirty or so minutes of having the worst emotional overload of his entire life, he began to lose consciousness as his wound was still bleeding, forcing him to move his arms from his face and cover the wound in hopes of adding enough pressure to it. But alas, he knew that there was little chance of ever leaving the area alive, and so he let sleep overwhelm him. The blanket of death sweeping over his consciousness as he fell asleep, certain he would be dead by tomorrow morning.

The sounds of various wild Pokemon were quiet yet noticeable as the forest sprang to life in the early morning. The quiet sound of water from the small lake also filling Logan's hearing as he began to wake up. He didn't even dream last night, he just fell into an endless void of deep sleep, kind of giving off the allusion that he only closed his eyes for around fifteen minutes or so. He tried to get up but felt a huge rush of pain from his abdomen as he looked down and remembered what happened last night. His thoughts went back to how he thought he was going to die last night, and the many horrors both endured and witnessed as he then looked at his new body.

He began to wonder how on earth he didn't pass on from blood loss. He looked down and saw that while the wound was still fully exposed, it had stopped bleeding for now. He took the opportunity to try and at least seal the wound until he could maybe get some real medical attention. He grabbed his backpack that lay beside him and looked at the back of it, an image of the Master Chief holding his rifle staring back at him.

"Man... wish I had armor like that when escaping" Logan closed his eyes and thought to himself. He then grabbed the right strap and looked for something to cut it with. He looked around desperately for what seemed like forever until he remembered something and looked at his elbows. He thought of just how dumb he was for a bit before using bending his left elbow out in front of him. He then grabbed his Backpacks right strap with his hand before using his elbow to cut the whole strap off. Opening up a small pocket on the upper left side of the backpack, he then proceeded to pull out a clean red t-shirt.

He packed clothes for the party he was supposed to be at... which was now all but a simple memory. He stopped for a second and stared at the red shirt with a red pokeball on it, as he began to experience memories of him and Justin playing games online and messing around with randoms as well as friends on Xbox Live.

He snapped out of his trance and began carefully folding the shirt before gently laying it over his wound before tying the strap around his lower abdomen. This was followed by him then tightening it so that the shirt would more effectively cover the wound up while still keeping pressure on it.

After admiring his novice handiwork, he struggled to stand up as he fought the pain his wound was giving him. But he managed to muscle through it as he finally stood, taking his backpack and heaving it over the stronger left shoulder as he made his way deeper into the sunlit forest. As he began his trek, he grabbed his pistol and pulled out another magazine from a hidden outer compartment. Not having to deal with crazy goons, armed with bigger guns meant he had the time to reach for the pocket and finally reload his M1911. He only had 1 extra magazine, and when he considered the chances of encountering tougher Pokemon, it made him realize just how precious each bullet was. But that didn't faze him as he continued to walk deeper and deeper. He looked up into the sky, wishing he could have at least known where he was.

He looked around and began to walk a bit more carefree until he felt a warm liquid slowly flow down his side. He knew that it was his blood, and tied the makeshift bandage tighter before continuing to walk, albeit with a much gentler stride as too make sure he doesn't restart the bleeding again. He had just let his mind get the best of him again, he couldn't afford to have that happen again if he wanted to survive.

He hoped he could get some professional medical help soon.