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This is the journey of a man named Chris, who had dreams shared by many, yet lived experiences known by so few... There are many people in the world of Pokemon, who come in just as many varieties as these strange creatures. And you are about to discover, perhaps, one you may just consider the rarest of all...

Chapter 17 - False Imprisonment!

After letting Kirlia sing for a short time, he looked towards the sky with a sigh. "Well... If we're gonna make anymore progress today past the border, we better get going. The night seems like it comes faster than the day does..." he told Kirlia as he stood, placing her on his shoulder while rummaging through his rucksack, taking out a soft towel. "This will have to do... I don't have any small blankets or anything..." he muttered while scooping up Snivy, wrapping her in the towel and cradling her in his arm. He stuffed the clothes he had used for her bed into his rucksack and set off once again, stopping by the spring Kirlia showed him earlier to restock on fresh water. "At least this time I remembered, huh?" he chuckled, tucking his bottles into the side pockets of his rucksack. "Man... This thing really is handy, and with all the improvements the seniors made, its been an incredible help so far... I really owe them..." he smiled, giving the rucksack a pat before putting it back on and setting off down the mountains.

"Geez... The trip to the old mans village seemed to take a lot less time when I first arrived... But leaving feels like its taking forever... Is that odd-ish?" he laughed, looking at Kirlia who seemingly let out a groan in response as she shook her head. "Seriously...? You didn't understand what a lullaby was yet you understand a bad joke? Sure..." he scowled in response, with Kirlia shrugging and showing a teasing troll-like smile. Throughout the rest of the afternoon and far into the evening hours he traveled, Snivy waking occasionally to see what was going on before passing back out in its cozy cocoon of softness and warmth within the towel. "You know... I remember seeing a center somewhere around here... At least... I thought I did... When I first went through here years back... Although it could be gone by now the way those things pop up all over the place..." he muttered, making sure to keep an eye out for it in case he was lucky enough to pass by. Once the sun set just enough, some of the random posts set along the trail flickered on, making him jolt in surprise.

"...That's new. I didn't think these trails had any lights when I first came here. We must be close to a developed place then if they have electricity running through this part of the mountain..." he thought, continuing forward. "Its nice though... It means we can keep going even once the sun is gone." he muttered, thinking out loud, causing Kirlia to make a "huh?" noise as she tilt her head confused. "Oh... Nothing. They have street lights here now, so even though its dark I can easily see where I'm headed and I can see whats around us. It makes walking at night a lot safer and more convenient, so we might be able to reach the bottom of the border before tomorrow after all!" he said with a laugh. "I'll be glad too. I'd love to walk on a straight path again after this..." he mumbled, looking around through the trees. It wasn't long before he caught a glimpse of what looked like windows lit up in the night through the woods, and he eventually found himself standing in front of a Pokemon center. "I knew it!!! That's why they must have added the street lights... When you see that, people can't be too far away!" he smirked, heading inside and looking around.

"Well... Outside it looks pretty old, but it sure is nice on the inside!" he said with a smile, noticing an officer at the door who nodded while tipping his hat to greet him as Chris headed up to the counter and rang the bell. A nurse came out after a moment wiping her hands off with a rag, letting out a sigh as a second nurse came out as well, the two standing in front of him with a bow and a smile. "Sorry for the wait. And for the... Extra help at the door. We stay pretty busy here considering the mountain borders only have so many centers, and being so isolated like this, some form of security if a must. Now then... How can we help you?" one of the nurses asked. He smiled in response and set Snivy down on the counter, setting Kirlia down next to her, asking them to take a look at both and offer whatever advice they could give him as far as Snivy went. "Certainly! Lets just take a look at what we ha..." they said with a pause, their eyes shooting wide as their tones turned pale as ghosts. They started examining Snivy while whispering to one another, pointing out various parts of her body as they also took a look at Kirlia, pointing out her eyes. The more they looked over the two and spoke, the more their glances towards Chris turned into glares, causing him to sweat nervously. "Ahh... Ha ha... So... About that... Advice?" he asked nervously, raising a hand to wave. Kirlia picked up on his unnerved emotions and reacted to them, starting to cautiously pull back from the nurses touch. They suddenly looked over his shoulders and made a motion with their hands, causing him to blink confused before suddenly being grabbed from behind, his hands yanked behind him as he heard clicking sounds, causing Kirlia to gasp and face towards him with an arm reaching out.

"Wh... Wha...? Huh...? Woah!! Hey, wait a sec!!" he shouted, slightly jerking around in a panic. He suddenly heard the officer behind him asking what the charges were, causing his eyes to shoot open wide. "Its a severely malnourished Snivy... And it appears to have suffered physical abuse as well. We also have a Kirlia here who's eyes show its been blinded..." they told the officer, showing the two Pokemon to him as Chris sweat badly. "I... I didn't do that!!" he responded in a panic, jerking slightly again. "These ARE your Pokemon... Right?" the officer asked in an irritated tone. "N... No!! I mean... Yes... I mean Kirlia is... Kind of... Not Snivy... Really... That is... Kirlia is more like... Well..." and the officer impatiently shoved Chris's face down onto the counter in response, suddenly telling him his rights as he struggled under the officers grasp. Chris groaned as he watched the nurses look over Snivy and talk to each other quietly, hearing them make plans revolving getting it back on its feet and healthy, and as he looked at the sickly Pokemon when the nurses lifted her, he saw how limp she still was in their hands. The two talked about how weak her pulse was, and how much care she would need, and he slowly stopped struggling under the officers grasp, jolting when he saw Snivy weakly opening her eyes to look at him, showing a small smile until she noticed other humans were holding her, and when she saw Chris was being pinned down in front of her. This caused Snivy to weakly struggle and let out scared noises, with the nurses quickly turning away so Snivy couldn't see him. "Now now... We've got you... No need to look at your abuser anymore... We're going to fix you right up... Alright?" the nurses said sweetly to Snivy, the both of them glaring back at him angrily causing him to look away and sweat slightly, even though he knew this only made him look guilty...

Although he knew her condition wasn't his fault, their words caused him pain nonetheless, and Kirlia picked up on his swirling emotions of fright and sadness while the officer finished speaking, leaving Chris with a depressed expression. "Alright you... Lets go. Better hope that Snivy pulls through or you'll be spending a lot of time thinking over what you've done, in an especially small cell picked just for special people like you." the officer grumbled, pulling him away from the counter and causing him to stumble about in the process. Kirlia suddenly jumped up to her feet, reaching her arms out and waving them all over, calling out in a panicked tone as she felt his presence distancing itself from her. He suddenly looked behind himself and the officer, and smiled nervously. "Kirlia! I'm going somewhere for a little while! You stay here and look after that Snivy alright? That's an order!" he told her, letting out a seemingly happy laugh to reassure her. Kirlia continued reaching out her arms confused, letting out louder and louder noises in a panic as she heard his laughter yet felt his emotions, sensing him going further and further away from her at the same time. In her state of panic, she ignored her surroundings as she started trying to run in his direction, felling off the front of the counter as a result, causing Chris to try jerking away from the officer in response wanting to catch her until he saw a nurse quickly grab her instead, calling her a poor thing while glaring at him in disgust as the officer slammed him against the door frame, telling Chris not to resist again. He let out a sudden shout of pain, making Kirlia go into a state of wild panic in response, hearing him being harmed by someone, in the arms of the nurse who had caught her, and she was about to use her psychic abilities until the nurse held a strongly scented herb in front of her face that caused her to go into a near unconscious state, going limp in the nurses arms and letting out dazed noises.

Chris bit his lip to avoid letting out any further sounds as the officer yanked his wrists roughly, the cuffs digging into his skin as a result. He looked back for as long as he could while the nurses held Kirlia and Snivy, both of the Pokemon looking in his direction with their hands out towards him. The nurses turned them away and took them into the back, just as the officer threw him into the back of his car and got in the front, driving off while glaring at Chris through his mirror. "People like you make me sick... You got any idea how many times I've seen this now? Half the time its too late to do anything for poor Pokemon like that... You better believe I'll make sure you learn your lesson kid." the officer told him with a furious expression. Chris sweat badly with wide eyes, trembling nervously causing the officer to smirk. "A fast learner... You keep that fear in mind." he told Chris with a chuckle. "Time after time again I see trainers treat their Pokemon so disgracefully. Like they're toys, tools. Not caring whether they live or die, just using them to serve some selfish purpose... I love making sure people like you stay where they belong." the officer scowled. Through it all Chris sat silently, looking down nervously as he tried rubbing his wrists, slowly becoming raw from the cuffs.

"It... Its really not what you think..." he finally told the officer quietly, causing him to laugh in response. "They all say that. Can't you show a little dignity kid?" the officer said, raising an eyebrow as they pulled up to an isolated police building. "We've got a small station here as a small outpost but it'll do for now until other things are decided..." he told Chris, getting out and pulling him out by the arm, causing Chris to groan and stumble once again. He walked inside with the officer and was put inside one of the cells, released from his cuffs and his belongings stripped from him in the process. "H... Hang on!! That's important!!" he shouted, trying to grab for it when the cell door was suddenly and roughly slammed in his face, bouncing him backwards onto the floor with bar markings on his face as he groaned. "I'm sure its important... Something illegal in here I bet... Stolen goods maybe...? You said the Snivy wasn't yours... Bet you stole it and just decided it wasn't worth it after all and your best option was to let it rot and die..." the officer said with a scowl, tossing the rucksack on a table and rummaging through it. "Geez kid... What are you a trainer or a homeless person? You've got enough junk in here to fill a house..." the officer said, with Chris looking away in irritation. "Its not junk... Its from my grandfather..." he grumbled, continuing to rub his sore face.

"Ooohhh... Pardon me tough guy." the officer sneered, suddenly finding the Pokeball inside. "What have we here...? A third Pokemon? Well well well... Maybe if your lucky, third time will be the charm and you'll have something, or rather, someone to defend your case with..." the officer smirked, holding out the Pokeball in an attempt to release what may be inside. However, when it failed to open, he held it up to his face to look it over. "Odd... Maybe its refusing to come out? That certainly doesn't look good on you kid..." the officer said, smiling ear to ear mockingly. "Come on out now... Little... Or big fella. The kids locked away safe and s..." the officer paused as he saw the Pokeball was sealed shut, its creases merged together. "...What kind of sick man are you? Did you actually seal away a Pokemon inside its own ball?!!" the officer roared, reaching into the cell and yanking Chris close to him, his body slamming against the bars. "N... No... Its not that kind of Pokeball anymore..." he groaned, trying to push himself away from the bars. The irritated officer shoved him back and scowled in detest. "You starve one nearly to death... You blind another... And you seal one to die inside the very thing you used to capture it...? You sick... Sick being..." the officer said as he looked it over, suddenly noticing the names of his grandfathers Pokemon who signed it. "...These the names of the Pokemon you've killed doing this I take it? You'll never see the light of day again, you hear me?" he told Chris, giving him the darkest look someone could give. He went towards the exit of the cell room, taking out a key to try prying it open as he stood at the door, twisting and pulling on it as well.

"Don't open it!!!" Chris shouted, suddenly reaching out of his cell. "Please!! That's not an ordinary Pokeball!!" he begged, watching the officer turn his back to him at the entrance to the cells. "No shame, and no dignity..." the officer responded, slamming the door shut leaving Chris alone behind bars. After a moment, he slumped and lowered onto his knees, looking down at the floor, his face stinging as it slowly swelled from being slammed against by the bars not once, but twice. He made his way to the bed in the cell and sat, noticing the small mirror above the sink nearby and seeing his battered face. "I really do look like a criminal... Don't I...? I should have thought that through better... But... How could they judge me like that without even hearing me out...? How am I supposed to win when they have all that against me without a real explanation...? Then again... Its not like anyone would believe me..." he said with a groan.

"I found a blind Ralts just tossed off a cliff by a trainer who abused it... Then there was a malnourished Snivy that just so happened to be in my rucksack I happened to find as well, also abused by someone or something... And a sealed tight Pokeball with three Pokemon names carved on it... That does make me seem like a psycho..." he muttered, taking a deep breath and letting out a slow, long sigh. "Man... I feel like a heel... None of that stuff was true and it STILL got to me and made me feel like it actually WAS my fault... I just wanted to get some help was all..." he groaned, standing and walking up to the mirror to look at his face closely. "That was way too rough... Look at me..." he muttered, turning on the sink and rubbing the cool water on his face with a sigh. "Hope they don't think I abandoned them... But how am I going to explain it wasn't me...? And that officer is off prying away at grandpa's Pokeball... He gets that open his ashes will be all over the place... And he'll probably just think its my victims ashes... Why...?" he groaned, walking back to the bars and slumping down onto his knees as he held onto them.

"Out of the village and into a prison... Some grand adventure..." he said sadly, closing his eyes as he rested his head against the bars, trying to think and calm himself down...