A/N: I'm sorry about the delayed update, but I think I sorta made it up to ya'll by posting my longest chapter yet. ;)

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Chapter 3: Tuam libera mentem

Walls splattered with blood, glittering pieces of glass littering the floor, and bodies with their clothes torn in varying degrees were the images my eyes painted for me as I glanced around the room. My eyes moved away from the scene and landed on one of the few conscious beings in the room, his tails going crazy behind him. The CharTales seemed to be focusing incredibly hard on something since his eyes were filled with intense concentration. He's probably trying to figure out how to use his tails, if the way they're moving so erratically is any indication. Glad my tail's gone, that thing seemed to have a mind of its own half the time. It would have been a pain in the ass trying to keep that thing under control.

Moving on from the CharTales, I begun to study the BlazeLoom girl. She had this moody look on her face but at least she was sticking to one emotion for the time being. I really wonder what those mood swings had been about. Even though at first I pushed it off as insane, I really don't think that's it. Biting my tongue extremely lightly, I continued my thoughts. Maybe she's pregnant or something? Rina and Sam always seemed to have extreme mood swings during their pregnancies. That would also explain why she was craving something as weird as a Yellow Pokéblock…

Deciding that I'd figure out if that was true some other time, my gaze finally fell onto the last Pokémorph in the room. The poor girl was on the ground shaking while clutching her head in pain as she curled tighter into herself. The entire morphing process must have been very hard on her. She looks so fragile and hurt. My heart clenched. It reminds me of Abby after she broke her arm and wouldn't stop crying until the doctors administered the anesthetic. She also had a pained expression on her face…

Luckily I was brought out of my thoughts when the CharTales boy began to speak. "So ye guys got names, or do I call ye tail girl, oh-horny-one and fanged boy?" …he's kidding right?

Shaking my head, I replied back to the sixteen year old, "Really, you should of just stopped after asking, 'So you guys got names'. The rest of your sentence did nothing to help my opinion of your intelligence. At least my names for you all made sense. GardeDoom, BlazeLoom and CharTales. They may be obvious, but at least they're accurate." Ugh, did I really just insult a kid? That's pathetic…

The boy face scrunched up with anger, as he opened his mouth to try and make some comeback when the pregnant chick cut him off by shouting at us, "Oh, shut up, the pair of you! Sirens blaring, bodies littering the floor, and you're arguing over names? Mew save us. Of all the fucking children I get stuck with. My name's Rylee, write it down, memorize it, fucking EAT it! Now do something useful!" Watching her stomp off towards a locked steel door, I held back a laugh. Yep, I'm definitely sticking with the idea of her being one of the most moody pregnants in the world.

Pushing my thoughts out of the way, I decided that the girl was right about one thing. We should be doing something useful. I think I saw a pin pad next to that door 'Rylee' just went to look at. It shouldn't be too hard to hack into it and unlock the door.

About to go join Rylee, a meek voice grabbed my attention. "I'm Slevena... Could someone maybe... help me up, please?" Turning around I was just in time to catch the CharTales boy move towards the GardeDoom, his face lit up like a red streetlight. I smirked at the scene. Seems like lover boy has this under control, I better go look at that pin pad now. About to leave, I noticed that as the boy reached out his hand toward 'Slevena', his tails copied his hand's movement and shot out towards her. Luckily, right before they reached her he recoiled back far enough so that his tails barely missed Slevena. The poor boy's face was glowing with humiliation while the girl's was just filled with confusion. False alarm. He does not have this under control.

Sighing, I made my way over to the two. Feeling a bit of pity for the boy, I decided to try and distract him from his thoughts about how he just embarrassed himself in front of a girl I'm guessing he liked. Stopping in front of the two, I glanced towards CharTales boy and made sure my face had a smug smirk on it as I commented, "Smooth move Romeo." Than I put my hand out towards Slevena and calmly told her, "Here, give me your hand." Shyly, she gave me her hand I pulled her up with ease. Pivoting my head to face the now completely pissed CharTales, I aloofly mentioned, "Name's Irvin. Think you can remember that?" Taking in his forced smile and his clenched shut eyes, I guessed I had done a wonderful job at distracting him from the previous situation. Unfortunately though, I probably have to make sure he doesn't try to kill me now…

Shaking off the thought, I noticed the boy walk-or more like stomp-his way towards Rylee who was still investigating that metal door. Great, I can't go check out the pin pad now that the brat's over there. Unless I want to die before I even turn twenty… Trying to decide if I should risk being decapitated by nine tails just so I can attempt to open some door, a soft voice broke into my musing. "Thanks…" Twisting my head to my right, I saw Slevena give me a small smile and staring up at me with big pale brown eyes.

Smiling gently at the still slightly shaking girl, I worked my hand through my hair and replied, "No problem." Nodding her head at me, she looked downwards and began to study her hands. Concluding that our noticeably short conversation was over for the most part, I started to observe what the other two morphs were up to. They were still in front of the door, the CharTales watching Rylee cautiously as she glared intensely at the only exit while the fire around her wrists began to grow.

"Ir…Irvin?"

Acknowledging the shaky voice with a simple "Hmm," I turned my gaze towards a pair of uneasy pale brown eyes. The eyes swiftly shifted off to the side, not really seeming to be focusing on anything in particular.

Slevena started to speak again, though in an almost dead silent voice that had me straining to hear her. "What…what horns are on my head?" It seemed to me that she already knew the answer, but needed to hear it from someone else before she could truly believe it.

I stirred uneasily and thinned my lips before answering. "They seem to be horns of a Houndoom, although they are smaller in size and seem to be colored a deep red instead of the typical grey." I heard an intake of breath and watched her hands come up to clutch her head as she closed her eyes. She was in pain again and I had no fucking idea what I was supposed to do.

With a worried look spread across my face, I tried to get her attention by softly saying, "Slevena." She didn't even look like she knew I was there and began to drop to her knees. I tried to catch her before she fell all the way, but my slowed moments made me a little too late. As she began to curl up into a fetal position, I attempted to ask her if there was anything I could do to help but I got no response. Kneeling down so she could hear me better, I asked again but all she did was clench her teeth. Fuck, this isn't good. Should I get Rylee, they're twins right? She should know what to do. And even if she doesn't, I'm sure she could do a hell of a lot more good than I'm doing right now.

Getting up from my kneeled position, I saw the shaking girl cover her face and heard her mutter out, "Head…ache…" right before she started to cry. My face transformed from its worried look to a slightly scared and extremely frustrated one as soon as I saw a tear slip out from behind her hands and down her cheek. I bite the inside of my left cheek, not caring as my fang torn a large gash in it. She's getting worse! Damn it! Why the fuck can I never do a damn fucking thing when someone's hurt! I need to get Rylee over here.

Ready to call Rylee and CharTales boy over here, the siren-that I had been ignoring since I had busted out of my tube-grew louder, shutting out any chance of Rylee and the CharTales from hearing me yell to them. And if that wasn't bad enough, a women's voice began to project deafeningly through the room along with the siren which caused my ears to ring a bit.

"ALL Agents and Security Personnel to AREA FIFTY-ONE. We have a CODE FIVE. I repeat, CODE FIVE. This is not a drill. Proceed with the utmost care." The women barely managed to finish before Slevena let out a scream of pain that echoed through the room. I could only stare helplessly at her as Rylee finally managed to show up, her face set in a terrify glower as she shoved me out of the way and dropped down next to her sister.

Whipping her head in my direction she snarled, "What did you DO, you bastard?" Her lips curled over her teeth like a rabid animal.

Though my eyes were unfocused, the scared and frustrated look on my face remained as I bit out, "Nothing. She just started screaming. Maybe you should stop fucking asking me pointless questions and try to help her!" I didn't even see the disgusted look on her face or see it transform into a worried one as she looked back at Slevena. All I saw was a blurry picture of Rina's father, dressed in scrubs and glaring at me with so much hatred in his eyes.

Another shriek from Slevena managed to shake me out of the daze I was in, and thanks to that I managed to just catch her eyes glowing an eerie green before I felt a ripple of power zip right through me. Then, after a quiet calm had taken over, BOOM. I was sent crashing into the ground along with CharTales boy. The room was filled with dust, the sirens had been silenced, and Slevena was sitting with her open hand pointing at where the steel door should be. However, I couldn't really tell if it was still there or not since the dust had yet to settle, obscuring my vision of the door.

Standing up, I dusted myself off and then spit out some blood that had compiled in my mouth, from the cut that was still bleeding on the inside of my cheek. Licking the wound with my tongue in the hope that it would help the injury heal faster, I caught a glimpse of the steel door through the settling dust. And it was completely unharmed. I stared blankly at it for about a minute before I busted out laughing. I just fucking had to deal with two screaming girls, had to relive a lovely moment from my past, and got knocked hard onto my ass all so some girl could fire a blast that didn't even fucking scratch the only thing standing between our freedom. I'm going to guess Arceus is getting me back for turning down the nuns now. If that really is the case, then I wish he had just stuck to the fucking cliché and struck me down with lightning.

Calming myself down enough so I wouldn't look like an escaped asylum patient, a shriek of rage caught my attention. "Your FUCKING kidding ME!" screamed Rylee in utter disbelief, just noticing the unscathed door. Immediately after her cry she launched herself at the exit, wrists flaring up in a blinding display of embers. When Rylee reached the door, her first action was to hurl her right fist straight into the door. This was briskly followed by her other fist taking the right one's place. This pattern repeated endlessly, a dull bang being heard every time contact was made and a frustrated growl mixed with the sound every so often as Rylee's irritation grew at the continual sight of a perfectly unblemished steel door. With every moan of anger, her wrists' fires would exhibit a more energetic blaze and the door would groan louder as the fire grew. I closed my eyes and lightly bit my tongue in contemplation. More anger equals a brighter fire. A brighter fire equals a slight growth in power. So more anger equ- The ripping of steel took me out of my thoughts and back into reality. Rylee stood in a kicking stance with a delighted smirk as her leg was still pierced through a caved in steel door.

Shocked and unable to help myself, I muttered out a quiet, "Fuck…" The insane/pregnant girl apparently has super human strength, go figure.

Tearing her leg out of the ruble, Rylee turned to us before whopping, "Fuck yeah! Psychic powers my ass. Pure brute strength all the way." Pausing to look into each of our stunned faces, she added, "Jealous much?" Uh, hell yeah. But I doubt we should be discussing this right now.

Ready to start heading out the door, I noticed that the other morphs were just standing there in disbelief still. Well, CharTales boy and Slevena were just standing there. Rylee was kind of hopping in place with the happy smirk still planted on her face.

Trying-and failing-to keep the sarcasm out of my words, I interrupted their little 'moment of silence'. "Not to rush any of you or anything, but in case you didn't notice the door's open and according to common sense, if we don't get out soon we're going to be in-"

"Deep shit." Rylee finished.

Nodding, I suddenly got the urge to turn my head towards where I knew that CharTales boy was standing. Following the odd desire, my eyes immediately locked with the brat's in a battle of...dominance? Though my head was whirling with confusion, my face stayed blank until the kid finally broke eye contact. I felt an unusual surge of prideful pleasure as he did this. The hell am I doing? When did I ever care about showing up some punk? Hm, maybe it's the new Pokémon infused side of me? Male Sevipers are known to be quite territorial and have a habit of fighting over who controls what…

Satisfied with my explanation of my abnormal behavior, I rushed after the others through the exit way into a hallway that held a strange resemblance to one you would see in a hospital. Taking my eyes away from the blinding white walls, I noticed that I was barely keeping up with rest of the morphs as we ran. Fucking slowness strikes again. Why the hell couldn't I have got any of the others' speed or at least kept my old speed? Glaring in contempt at the backs of the others, I began to feel my jewel dissolving back into my head and my human fangs lengthening into three inch long Seviper ones. A feeling of utter disgust filled me as I felt a slimy Seviper tail grow from my tailbone and slither its way right from under my long lab coat. Luckily though, that feeling of disgust helped distract me from the pain of my shell crown growing out of my head and the sharp stinging of a smaller version of my full morph's ruff growing from my neck.

Continuing to run, I looked backwards to observe my reptilian tail with a slightly puzzled face. I thought I was changing all the way again, but I ended up stopping halfway. Turns out morphs have three forms… I wonder how our body decides whether to go into full morph or to just go halfway?

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I managed to turn around just in time to stop before I ended up crashing into Charboy. Checking to see why we had stopped in the first place, I glanced over the brat's head before seeing that we were at a split hallway. Left or right? This is going to be a hard decision. Before any of us could start an argument over which path we should choose, all of our heads snapped towards the left as the sound of frantic shouting reached our ears. …on second thought, it's not that hard of a decision.

Darting down the right hall, I instinctively started to check the surroundings for any kind of security traps or something suspicious. I was stupid not to check for any traps before. This organization was able to create Pokémorphs, who knows what kind of advance security systems they could possibly make. In my search, I saw a couple of cameras but nothing that indicated the placement of traps. The cameras were of no concern to me, they already knew what I looked like and I'm sure they had already had some pictures of me in the computer main frame.

Feeling a light whoosh of air diverted my attention from my inspection and made me look over to my left. Turns out my uncontrollable seviper tail had some kindness in it if the scene in front of me was any indication. My poisonous tail was lifting the CharTales morph (I really need to learn his name) to his feet. The boy muttered out his thanks while wiping off some blood from the fresh wounds on his knees before perking up into attention. Did he notice something? Holding out a hand to signal me to stop, he called out to the other two morphs. "Can you hear that? People in front of us." Straining my ears, I managed to make out the echoing of footsteps and shouts.

Both the girls stopped and turned around to face us. Listening for a small second, Slevena nodded. "What will we do?" Her quiet question was laced with apprehension and her mouth was drawn into a frown.

At her twin's question, I confident smirk stretched across Rylee's face while she answered, "Bring 'em. Those bitches won't know what hit 'em."

Agreeing with her, I grunted my approval. We aren't left when many options but that unfortunately. Unless we could find a place to hide for the time being… But even then we co- The sound of a door opening breached my thoughts. Charboy was holding a door open while motioning with his hand for me to get in. Seeing as the girls were already inside, I took one more glance down the hall and then walked in.

Charboy shut the door behind us as he stepped in after me, plunging the room into darkness. His voice carried inside the room as he whispered, "Just stay quiet." Wow, really? I was thinking we were supposed to join hands and start singing Christmas carols. It was a good thing it was dark or else the brat would have clocked me for the patronizing smirk on my face.

I felt myself tense up and my smirk fade as the pounding of feet passed by the door. Everyone held their breaths and we all strained our ears to see if we could hear anything else. A few minutes ticked by in perfect silence until I heard the sound of someone rustling inside the room. Instead of dropping into a fighting stance like I was planning, I stayed still and listened to an aloof voice inside my head say, [Don't worry. It's just Rylee.] ...uh, what the he-

A low growl reached my ears and then all I could see was a blinding red light. Blinking black spots out of my vision, I managed to make out the crazed expression on Rylee's face. Her wrists filling the room with enough light that I could see just exactly what kind of room we had decided to hide in. A very large closet. Not a janitor's closet, but an actual closet where people put their clothes in. It was like a freaking store with stuff from accessories to jackets.

Slevena, completely mystified by the sight, let out a quiet "Wow…"

Checking the room over, all our eyes seemed to land on a large mirror in the room at the same time. The others grimaced at their images, but I didn't think my clothes were in that bad of shape. However, this tight coat does not help my pathetic speed at all and having no kind of footwear might cause some issues…

Watching Slevena laugh in utter glee while she dragged Rylee over to the nearest rack of clothes, I shook my head and sighed. Since those two are probably going to take their sweet time finding an outfit, I might as well try and talk with Charboy about how we're going to get out of here. Maybe I can even figure out his name finally…

Ending my thoughts, I looked over to where the brat would be only to see that he had wandered off into the closet as well. My reaction to that discovery was an immediate face palm. We're being chased down by some evil whack jobs and they're searching for clothes. Hell, why don't we go ahead and try to see if we can find their lunchroom too? Then we can all order lattes and chat about this entire funny little situation with some of the scientist. Sighing, I just stood there for a second before I decided that I might as well follow their example. Not like I have anything else to do…

Casually strolling over to a rack of clothes, I immediately spotted some dark blue jeans. Grabbing them, I inspected the back tag to make sure they were going to fit me. While I was doing so, my tail slithered its way between me and the jeans, and before I could even wonder what it was doing, had stabbed a hole right between the two back pockets. …at least that solves the problem of me having to find something 'tail friendly'. Throwing the jeans over my shoulder, I walked through the closet and picked up whatever I saw would fit me. I ended up with a black muscle shirt, a sleek pair of black running shoes (to hopefully help with my speed), an indigo hoodie, a simple black scarf, and an indigo backpack. Swiftly changing in the middle of the aisle, I tossed the lab coat and scarf into the bag. I may be able to use the coat for a disguise while getting out of here and I can use the scarf to cover up my forehead jewel.

Walking back over to where the door was, I noticed that none of the others were there. Sighing (man, I've been doing that a lot), I made my way over to the large mirror I had noticed before. Looking over my half-morphed self, I started to brainstorm a way in which I could change back to my human self. Well, my mostly human self. [Just stop wishing you were as fast as the others.] Crap, you're back. Insanity must be one of the side effects of being a morph. That'd be another good explanation as to why Rylee acts like she does. A sly voice slithered its way through my head in response. {Hah! You wish!}

Ignoring the fact that I didn't only have one voice in my head that wasn't my own, I decided to trust the first voice and began to push the nagging little thought of my speed from my head that had been bugging me since we started our dash for freedom. Once that was done, the pain of the transformation hit me and I rode it out with clenched eyes until it faded away. Opening my eyes, I looked straight into the face of a man who had a jewel on his head. Well hell, that actually worked. {No dur dipshit.}

Making sure none of the others were around yet, I sat down against the mirror and closed my eyes. Who the hell are you two and why are you in my head? A snicker echoed in my head. {What, no thank you? Figures we get stuck with some manner less turd.} I frowned. You didn't do shit for me. {I cut a hole in your jeans. That's something.} Wait, you're the reason I can't control my tail? My head started to vibrate from the angry hiss the voice released. {Your tail?!?! You mean MY tail! I wouldn't let some pathetic human have control over my tail!} About to respond, a grumpy voice cut me off. [Stop arguing. I'm trying to sleep here. Terra, just tell the guy what's going on and then leave him alone.] {Alright, alright. Just go back to sleep you lazy bastard…} An angry sigh echoed in my head. {Ok, listen up and listen good because I'm not going to repeat myself. The scientist need Pokémon to fuse with a human so they can make their little morphs. You didn't have any Pokémon, so they caught us in the wild to use for your fusion. They wanted a Seviper and a Slowking for your morph so they caught me and King for ya. Now you're stuck with us in your head.} Silence was all I could hear in my head now, which I think I would have been very happy about that fact had all my questions got answered. Ready to ask one of my many other questions, the snake Pokémon's now sarcastic voice cut me off. {That's all I'm going to explain. I'm done so don't try to be a pussy and be all, "Wait, wait I need more answers!" In fact, you might want to spend your time a little wiser and go look over at that shelf next to the mirror. It has a Beretta 92 on it, a holster, and some ammo next to it. I'd take it if I were you, especially considering that the brat that thinks you cock blocked him picked up a few weapons of his own... Oh, and his name's Kai by the way. Or at least that's what King said it is.}

A bit pleased that I could actually refer to Charboy by name now, I ignored the snide comments and followed Terra's directions. Soon I was staring at the sleek, black semi-automatic pistol and the other things she had mentioned. After throwing almost all the ammo I could find into a side compartment on my backpack, I put the black holster on and then slid a few bullets into the gun before I laid it inside the holster. Stepping back over to face the mirror, I made sure my open hoodie was covering the gun and the hole in my jeans. Satisfied with that, I reached into my bag and pulled out the scarf. Tying it over my forehead in a way that I wouldn't look like a complete dork or loser, a content smirk filled my face as I looked my image over. Huh, it doesn't look half bad. {You keep telling yourself that…} Great, your back. {Normally I would make some snide comment to that lousy excuse for a welcome, but the brat's back and you may need your full concentration to dodge those shiny little stars he has.} You love the idea of him killing me don't you? {Nah, I like the idea of him finally snapping and trying to pound you into the ground.} That's pretty much the same thing. All I received was a snicker in response.

Figuring the conversation was over, I turned away from the mirror calmly and then promptly raised a brow. The hell is he wearing? 'Kai' was dressed in a white, long-sleeved shirt that looked like it was right out of a Chinese action movie and a midnight black cloak. His feet were sporting a pair of black shoes and his nine fox tails swayed out of a large hole in his pants. Around his neck was a pendant; a heart with realistic burning flames inside. {He does know he's a guy, right?}

Trying not to bust out laughing at the Seviper's comment, I merely grinned and flashed my outfit at him. His eyes narrowed in anger at me and his facial features made me feel like he was planning my death. He either doesn't like my outfit, or he's still mad at me from before. {Try none of the above. He just thinks you're being a vain asshole.}

Before Kai could put whatever he had been planning into action, the girls finally showed up and both of us turned to look at them. Kai's jaw almost hit the floor and I couldn't tell if it was because of the fact that Rylee had a sword or because of Slevena's appearance. From the blush on his face, I guessed it was the second thing. Can't say I blamed him, she did look very pretty. She wore an off the shoulders sweater with large hot pink and black strips going across it, the floppy black collar making her hot pink bra straps stand out. The sleeves went to her elbows and the sweater went past her hips, the top partially covering her mid-thigh length black bubble shorts which had her tail sticking out of it. Slevena wore a pair of hot pink and black, ankle high converse, and had a hot pink clip that was keeping her bangs out of her eyes. A laughing voice interrupted my inspection. {How the fuck do you know what bubble shorts are?} I've been married. If I didn't know what something Rina wore was, I'd either be sleeping on the couch or stuck at my sister's house. What are you doing still talking to me anyway? Thought you didn't like me. {Trust me, I don't. It's just that it gets really boring inside here and you're the only entertainment I have since the lazy bastard is asleep.}

Grinning, I turned my eyes over to Rylee. Her outfit was way less complex than her twin's, but still looked very good. Hell, I'd say she looked just as pretty as Slevena except in a more… {kickass way?} Yeah. She showed off a simple combo, a tank top and cargo pants that of course had a hole for her tail. She had her palms and forearms taped, and she also had her rapier tied around her waist. Why the hell would anyone decide to put a bunch of weapons and clothes in the same room?

It was Rylee this time that cut into my thoughts, her eyes filled with mischievousness. "We look pretty amazing, don't we?" Her smirk seemed to widen a bit as her eyes locked on Kai. "Especially Slevena." The poor brat turned seven different shades of red and cast his eyes downward in anger. I just sighed. It seems it's time for another one of my amazing distractions. {Do you really have to interrupt the moment? I'm having so much fun seeing the punk squirm! I swear, human mating rituals are so entertaining.}

Paying no attention to Terra, I broke through the moment with a steady voice. "The chances of us escaping unharmed are growing slimmer and slimmer for every wo-"

"So, in other words we need to get going." Kai interrupted with a sneer. Slightly surprised he used a smart alec comment against me, I stumbled over my words a bit before just rolling my eyes. Can't decide which is better, him sending smartass remarks at me or him trying to kill me with his eyes.

Whispers and giggles made both me and Kai whip around our heads to glare down the girls. If there was one thing I had learned while living around a bunch of girls, it was that when you heard them giggle and whisper behind your back, it generally meant they either insulted you or were talking about how cute a boy was. Considering that Rylee was one of the girls, I quickly ruled out the second option. {Well aren't you judgmental.}

"What?" Rylee asked sweetly as we continued to glare, her face showing off a large smile that I'd often seen on my daughter's face when she was trying to get out of something. The reminder of my daughter made me stop glaring and laugh a bit while Kai just rolled his eyes.

The brat then walked over to the door and pressed his ear to it before saying, "I think we should be ok…" He looked back at us to make sure we were on the same page. We merely stared at him in response. Translating our silence as a yes, he turned the knob and peeked outside. Seeing nothing, we all quickly followed him out in stealthy stillness. Well, everyone except for Rylee.

"Which way now?" Rylee's loud voice sounded throughout the hall and I raised a brow in disbelief. She's kidding right?

Slevena's responded to her swiftly. "The same way we were going." The GardeDoom's eyes darted over to the glowing EXIT sign nearby.

Rylee still didn't catch on, answering her sister with an irritated look. "Because…" She stopped, her eyes now trained on the glowing sign. "Oh. There's an exit sign." {No duh, dumbass. A Zubat could of figured that one out…}

It seemed Terra wasn't the only one with a snide comment, seeing as Slevena walked over to Rylee with a smile and patted her shoulder before mockingly saying, "Good work, detective."

Her eyes narrowed and she growled out, "Oh, shut up!" {Excellent comeback genius. It may even be Nobel Prize worthy.}

I could only roll my eyes at the situation and then mumbled out, "And she calls us retards?" Pinching my forehead in frustration and zoning out the others, I called out to Terra. Do you think you could wake King up for me? I've got a question to ask him. {What am I? Your personal servant?} Umm… She let out a snort. {I'll give it a try, but I'm not promising anything.} A moment of silence passed before a yawn broke in. [What do you need?] I was wondering if you know about the outside perimeter of this lab. Are there any traps? [That would require a long explanation… Try asking again later.] Wait…what?

My eyes opened with confusion in response to his answer. Laughter from Terra only made me even more confused. {I told you he's a lazy bastard! He only gives the answers to questions that have short explanations.} She snickered. {Kind of like one of those Magic 8 Ball things you humans have.}

Sighing as she continued to laugh, I put my attention back on the others only to immediately regret doing so after I saw what was going on. Kai had his tails twisted around him in a weird way and was staring in defeat at the melted door handle. Rylee had a 'Death to All I See' look on her face, as she glared daggers at Kai. And Slevena was looking on in disappointment as the only way to open the door set in a metallic puddle on the ground. I sighed in frustration. It's a sad day when talking to Pokémon inside my head is less stressful than dealing with real life. {I'll take that as a compliment.}

Through with just staring, Rylee let out a savage yell. "Damn you Charburger!" {That actually sounds pretty good…} Then she promptly stomped over to Kai and shoved him out of the way after growling, "Move!!!" Next thing I knew, the door was flying off its hinges and a light breeze was playing with my hair.

The smile I grew split my face in two. We're almost free. {But not from insanity.} …the hell? {Eh, I felt like trying to rhyme…and I wanted to mess up your little moment.} My smile disappeared. I hate you so much right now. {Aww, really? You just made my day!}

Shaking my head in an attempt to get rid of Terra's disgustingly sweet yet sarcastic voice, I glanced back at the door and my smile returned. Not even the snake bitch could completely ruin this moment.

Brown eyes blinked dully up at the ceiling, making sure to keep a certain shiny, metal object out of their range of view. Said metal was held delicately in the hands of a slim teenager, who was making it obvious that she cared less about the 'patient' under her and more about the tool that just caused her patient to gasp out in pain. Without taking her eyes off what she was working on, she called out to a shadowy figure across from her. "Froslass, the experiment seems to be waking. Administer more of the anesthetic. It'd be such a hassle if the patient started to feel the full effects of my slicing and dicing inside him. Plus, I have a headache today and screaming would do nothing to make it better."

The ghost Pokémon merely nodded and then floated gracefully over to where some syringes laid. Picking one up, she hurried over to the awakening boy and promptly jabbed it into his upper arm. She waited until his eyes were completely shut before safely dumping the used syringe into a trash can labeled, "HAZARD". Done with the clean up, she returned to her previous spot and focused her eyes onto her trainers working hands.

The girl continued working through all of this, poking and prodding at all the different pulsing organs she could find and studying their reactions to her actions. A Slowking stood behind her, also studying the reactions of the organs like his trainer, except unlike her he was writing down all the things he observed on a small clipboard.

This continued for some time until the girl's hands seemed to falter a bit and a large spurt of red liquid launched itself at her pale blue eyes. A small frown appeared on her face as her hand retreated from the body and she dropped her scalpel onto a nearby silver tray. The clang of metal hitting metal resounded lightly through the room. As soon as the echoes faded, the Slowking sighed and set down his clipboard on a round table next to him before making his way over to the teary eyed blonde. Reaching up to remove the stained safety goggles from the girl so he could replace them with a clean pair, the Pokémon softly whispered to her, "That's the first mistake you've made in a month, don't get so upset over it Chess. Especially considering it didn't seriously harm the experiment." The Froslass landed next to her, nodding her head rapidly while holding out a tiny needle and thread.

Taking the items from the Ghost Pokémon while blinking away her tears, Chess begun to sew up the boy's open wound while responding to the Slowking's previous statement, "One mistake could keep me from unraveling a scientific breakthrough. And I thought I told you to call me Dr. Vilvaldi when we're inside the operating room." Punctuating the end of her sentence by dropping the needle and leftover thread into her Froslass's waiting hands, she admired her finished sewing job and then slipped off her white rubber gloves with a sharp snap.

The Slowking sighed as his trainer walked over to the corner closet to rid herself of the tacky lab coat she had covering her clothes and then glanced over at the visible thread that was entwined with the experiment's skin. His eyes filled with slight confusion and he turned towards his trainer. "Dr. Vilvaldi, why did you use a thread and needle instead of the surgical glue to close his wounds?"

Her response was fast and calm. "Why waste those chemicals on a cut I'm just going to reopen tomorrow? It seems quite wasteful if you ask me." The Slowking's eyes widened in disbelief.

"You're planning to operate on him again that soon?!?!? He's just ten years old!"

Straitening out her white collared shirt and her mid-length black skirt, she merely walked over to her subject's head and pulled on one of the Pichu ears protruding from his dark blonde head. "See these? He's a Pokémorph, meaning he's not human and is not to be treated like one. He was created by science, so he will be use in the best way that benefits science. Constant observation of his organs is necessary for that." Completing her sentence, Chess turned on her heel and breezed out of the room with her hair billowing from under her purple delivery-boy cap.

The Slowking just looked after her sadly before turning to the oblivious Froslass next to him and saying, "Well, we better start the clean up. I'll carry the boy back to his chamber and you can go ahead and start cleaning up the rest of the mess."

At the prospect of getting to clean, the ghost let out an excited, "Froslass!" and then immediately got to work blasting away some blood stains on the floor with a water pulse attack.

A/N: Hope ya'll liked it! Oh and by the way, the title means "Free your soul" in Latin.

OCs mentioned:

Chess Vivaldi-Happy2Bme

The Lab Experiment-PeopleNeedToLearnToSTFU