Captured! A Pokèmon Story

	The fields are peaceful for now. The humans have gone to better hunting grounds,
leaving us to greive for our lost family and friends and rebuild our trampled homes. Today
we lost my brother, I shall miss him dearly but know I am better off than many other
families. Our Pidge neighbors were almost all captured, except that the ones knocked
unconcious during the battle and decided worthless by the humans.
	Without warning a set of Weedles jump to the top of the rock in the middle of our
field, acting as our designated alarm. Humans are coming, pokèmon trainers as they call
themselves. The littles run for cover and I follow close behind, ready to gather up any that
trip or fall. Nearly to safety, one of my sister's daughters begins to fall behind. I gently
but firmly grab her nape in my teeth and run carrying the little one with me. She slows me
down but I shudder to think of the outcome should the humans catch her.
	The humans have longer legs though, and one catches up to me. I set down the young
girl down behind me and turn to face the human. I must distract the human long enough for
her to escape, even if it results in my own capture.
	"All right!" the human says in his own language, "A Pikachu!"
	That is not my name but the ignorent humans simply put together the basic sylables
of our language to name us. Translated his words and pernounciation meant something more
along the lines of "soup-cat".
	He releases one of his captured Pokèmon to battle me. It is a Pidge, I recognize him
as being one of my neighbors. Apparently he came back after hearing that our kind lived
here. I feel bad about doing this but I do what I must. The human is not aware of the Pidge
weakness towards electricity.
	I attack quickly, before my former friend can react. "PI-kachu!" I shout and release
the energy from where it was stored in my cheeks.
	The bird flinches but does not fall, not yet anyway. Unfortunatly the human still
has another Pokèmon. He unsummons his Pidge and send out something I don't recognize. It is
some kind of plant Pokèmon but not one from around here. I've never even seen a trainer
passing through here with one. A rare one, perhaps?
	But there is no time for speculation. I use my electric attack again, catching the
newly released Pokèmon off guard, but it's effect is less than satisfactory. It counter
attacks, saying something bizaar along the lines of "Bulba".
	This is kinda embarising, I'm being beaten up by a plant! Is the little away yet? I
steal a glance behind me. Good, the child is gone. I decide to withdraw, my getting captured
would not help matters at all.
	I turn to run but barely take a single step before I feel something thud against my
back. It's a Pokèball, that damned human construct. It opens and I feel myself being sucked
in despite my efforts to get away from it.
	The inside of the ball is red and blue, and very very small. I can't begin to wonder
how my entire body even fits inside. I struggle, pushing against the walls with all my
strength, searching for some way to open it.
	But to no avail, the ball shrinks further and I hear a noise that could only be it
locking me in. Faintly I can hear the human outside cheering as a robotic-like voice recites
information about me and my kind. I lower my head in defeat. I am captured. There is no
escape. I'll be a soul-less monster for my fellow Pokèmon to fear. Once captured there is no
escape. No escape but the final death.