Hey everyone, I'm back with a long awaited update for Rise of the Hybrids. I'm sorry this took a while to send out, but I've been busy... which is why I ask you to read the author's note at the end and not crucify me with what I want to say in the author's note.

Bold- TV/Radio/PA Systems/Megaphones etc.

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Bold Italics- Thoughts/Conversation responses from Pokémon

Reelah blinked her big brown eyes in surprise after hearing the last thing the man before her said. She was looking at the first known hybrid, George Hatfield. To say she was shocked was an understatement. She was thunderstruck.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you a second ago," Reelah said, bowing her head.

"It's fine." George waved it aside. "It's expected for young brats like you to be rude to your elders these days anyway."

"Hey!"

"I'm just saying. You know how society has reached rock bottom."

Reelah said nothing. In fact, she could not even open her mouth without feeling the urge to vomit. She sat back against the wall and buried her face in her hands. Her stomach gave another sharp stab of pain and she winced. She already felt weak from surviving the last battle she was in and the malnutrition made it worse.

"So, what type are you?" George asked.

"What's it to you?" Reelah groaned back.

"I was just curious."

George sat back down and munched away on the remnants of a biscuit that he had. He could see Reelah's tired eyes looking at his food and frowned. The teenager looked famished and needed as much food as possible. He scooted over to the glass barrier and shoved his biscuit through the small hole in it. The biscuit fell apart, but George succeeded in his goal.

The second the biscuit landed on the floor, Reelah crawled over to it and shoved it into her mouth and swallowed it whole. The biscuit was stale, but she did not care. It tasted delicious. The biscuit was the first decent thing she had to eat since Langdon had all but given her expired food. Although it was not much, it quelled her hunger.

"Grass." Reelah looked at George.

"Excuse me?" George answered back.

"I'm a Grass-type. That's what you asked me a second ago, right?"

George nodded and looked down at the floor.

"You're a Dragon-type, right?"

"Yes." George grunted back.

"So what's your story? How'd they get you?"

"If I tell you mine, I expect you to do the same."

Reelah nodded and laid back on the floor, intent on listening to George. She only knew bits and pieces about the older man and that was through the news when he first discovered the A-Gene in 2016.

George's story had proved to be long, albeit interesting. He was a very brilliant man that had graduated from Stanford University in 1996 with a degree in biology and human genetics, having become fascinated with the subject as a kid. Shortly after graduating, he began working with Professor John Rowan in the Sinnoh Region and began his studies with human and Pokémon DNA.

He had written his college thesis on the hypothesis that humans and Pokemon all shared a common ancestor which had the potential to lead to genetic mutations within human DNA. Countless hours of research and time went into the project, but he had been unable to gather enough data to support it. When he began working with Professor Rowan and suggested his thesis to him, he received a grant to conduct his research that started in 2004.

For ten years he carried on with his research until he finally had a breakthrough in early 2015. He found that the common ancestor that both Pokemon and humans had was Arceus and that evolution was the key source from the start at the cellular level. The commonality between Pokémon and humans was the doing of a recessive gene which later went to become the A-Gene.

Even though the A-Gene was recessive, traces of it were found within all of the candidates that participated in the case study. With the data supporting the fact that everyone had traces of the A-Gene, George then went to the next stage of his study which was to try and stimulate the A-Gene to activate, which proved to be a nightmare. No matter what he tried, he was unable to successfully get a response from it. After trying everything he could think of, he took Professor Rowan's suggestion by trying to interact with Pokemon and monitor the gene to see if that got anything.

George had shut himself in the lab for two weeks straight to try his superior's suggestion. On the last day he stayed locked up, he had the breakthrough. He had been bonding with a Garchomp for three days and on the third day, he was able to stimulate the A-Gene to awaken. Upon awakening the A-Gene, he concluded his with the data he collected and then decided to add to it with a physical find.

When he awakened the A-Gene, he noticed a few changes within himself. He felt stronger, his senses all appeared to be heightened, his reflexes and overall health improved almost instantly. Before he activated the A-Gene, he was scrawny and out of shape, but the next day he was more toned and his fitness had turned around completely.

He showed his findings to biology conventions around the world and won the Nobel Prize for his research. Shortly after winning the Nobel Prize, everything went downhill. His findings caught the eye of governments from around the world and he was approached by all of them that had the similar idea of using his research to aid them in creating the perfect soldier. He refused to help each one that asked, until the American government came to him. When he refused to help them they took him into custody and credited his work to Randy Norton who worked with George and accepted the credit without hesitation.

"So the government imprisoned you and you've been here since?" Reelah asked, sitting up.

"That's right." George nodded.

"What about your family? Do they know anything?"

"As far as they're concerned, I've been arrested for conspiring to commit treason."

George sighed and rubbed his tired eyes.

"Why haven't they killed you yet?" Reelah pressed.

"Because they're using me to fix the failed accelerating drugs," George replied.

"You're helping them perfect it?"

Reelah's brow furrowed when she heard that and she glared at George. If what he said was true, then he was helping them make the perfect soldier. What she did not expect was for George's hazel eyes to snap to her with a look of fury. She was taken aback when she saw the furious look in his eyes and she was sure that she saw his eyes shift to yellow slits for a moment.

"Have you been listening to damn thing I said, you stupid girl?" George sneered.

"I… I have, I was just trying to understand why they kept you alive," Reelah stammered back.

"I have no intention of helping them. If I wanted to help them, they would have perfect soldiers by now!"

Reelah flinched at George's harsh tone. With that bit of information, she was at a loss for words. She felt guilty for accusing George of helping Langdon and his crew, but now she was surprised to know he already knew how to make the perfect soldier. Her expectant look made him sigh again.

"How do you create the perfect solider then?" Reelah asked.

George put a finger to his lips and his eyes shot to the corner of the room. Reelah followed his gaze and noticed cameras pointing at their cells and sealed her mouth shut. If they were being watched, it was possible that everything they talked about was heard as well. If that was the case, she just endangered George to whatever torture Langdon had in store for him. She sent him an apologetic look, but he just shook his head.

"That's something I will take to my grave," George whispered.

Reelah nodded and lowered her head. Although she wanted to ask why he would not share it, her sharp perception kicked in. She was sure it had to do with Langdon keeping him alive and with him not telling her, it kept her safe from interrogation from Langdon. She was in no hurry to have another meeting with the cruel man she had grown to hate. His name alone made her skin crawl and her blood boil with unbridled fury. Whenever her dreams were not plagued with nightmares, they were filled of bliss as she dreamt of killing him and watching the life drain from his eyes.

"Well, I've told you my story." George crossed his arms. "Tell me about yourself."

"What do you want to know?" Reelah leaned back.

"Whatever you want to tell me."

"How do you know I'm not lying?"

"Because I could give a fuck if you were lying. I'd be a little disappointed because you couldn't show common courtesy."

Reelah grimaced at the icy retort. She did not mean to come off as snide and only tried to add sarcastic humor to the conversation, but that failed. It was as if George's time being locked up had all but drained his sense of humor.

"Well, if you take a look at me now, what would you say?" Reelah asked.

"Excuse me?" George glanced back at her.

"What would you guess about me if you look at me now?"

George blinked and a small smirk came to his face. He cupped his chin as he looked her up and down and she patiently waited for his answer.

"Honestly?" George shrugged. "If I could give you a brief summary, I'd say this. I would guess from the way you are dressed, a Muslim, perhaps not as devout. You are a very rebellious and headstrong teenage girl that does not like authority and is somehow always right, even though you're wrong. Am I in the ballpark?"

The corner of Reelah's mouth twitched. His assumption was fairly spot on, but it irked her that he used teenage and religious stereotypes to poke fun at her. She had to give him credit for his quick analysis just from her appearance alone.

"Kind of…" Reelah grumbled out.

"Now that your icebreaking game is out of the way, start talking." George smirked.

"Fine."

Reelah did a similar approach to George when he introduced himself to her. She was originally from Jerusalem, but after awakening the A-Gene, she fled and tried to stay on the run from U.S. officials trying to capture her. She made it as far as Iraq before Langdon and his task force caught her.

During the encounter, she and her partner, a Torterra had managed to hold their ground against most of the men and it appeared as if she would make an escape. That was until Langdon and Alakazam stepped in to face her personally.

Reelah panted as she stood back up. Her eyes scanned the area around her. It was littered with bodies of dead and wounded men. They had surrounded her near some grasslands outside of a nearby town. There was only one man left standing, but he did not look intimidated at all. He looked very intrigued with what he saw her do, but he would not live long enough to enjoy it. She looked back at Torterra who glared at the tall man in front of her.

"Are you ready?" She asked Torterra.

"Let's do it." Torterra nodded.

She turned back to the silent man with a cocky smirk. She would make quick work of him and be on her way.

"You ready to die?" Reelah taunted.

"Die?" The man asked, as if amused. "No. I want to see what you can do!"

Reelah was puzzled for a minute by the man's ludicrous intention to fight her, but that changed when she saw him pull out a Poké Ball. He threw it and the ball opened with a snap and an Alakazam emerged a second later. He then reached to his side and pulled out a large pistol with one hand and a knife with the other. The man was serious. She then saw his cold onyx eyes bear into her and she suddenly felt something she hadn't felt since she ran away. Fear.

"You may be special, kid. But you're not the only one with powers," the man said with a low tone.

"It doesn't matter! I still plan to beat you here!" Reelah retorted.

She was doing everything she could to sound strong and focused. Even though she wanted to convince the man of her intentions, she was really trying to convince herself. She swallowed the lump in her throat and got ready to go. A chill went down her spine when she heard the man give a menacing chuckle. His eyes flashed blue for a moment before he smirked.

"Then show me what you got!" The man shouted.

The second he said that, he vanished. Reelah looked around frantically to find him, but he was nowhere to be seen. Her heart was beating so loudly she could hear it. She clenched her fists in frustration as she tried to find the man.

"Come out, you coward!" She demanded.

"As you wish," he whispered in her ear.

Reelah spun around, but was launched off her feet from a powerful blast of energy. Her eyes widened in shock and pain. She bounced across the hard sand and rolled to a stop. Tears of pain welled up in her eyes and she sputtered as she tried to find her breath.

"What's wrong?" The man glared at her. "Don't tell me that's all you've got!"

"Hardly!" Reelah coughed back.

She pressed her hand to the ground and felt it rumble below her. Thick, sharp vines burst from the ground and shot at the man who chuckled again. She bared her teeth and focused as hard as she could. The man kept vanishing before the vines could stab into him. Her eyes snapped to the next spot he appeared, but it was no use. She let up on the attack and stood up.

She ran at him when he appeared in front of her a second later. Her fist shot forth in a punch, but it was parried with ease. She gave a sharp intake of breath when a stinging sensation hit her forearm. Blood trickled out of the fresh cut and dripped to the sand. Her cheek throbbed with pain from the man's punch.

Reelah knew she had to escape the man terrorizing her. He was too strong and if he kept attacking her, she would die. She spared a look to Torterra who was hovering in the air from Alakazam's telekinesis. She watched her partner get thrown across the field and land with a loud crash.

"Torterra!" Reelah reached out for him.

"Why don't you join him?" The man asked.

Reelah felt her body go rigid and found herself hovering in the air. She was turned around to see the glowing blue eyes of the man in front of her. She struggled to break free, but it was futile. Her stomach dropped when the psychic push tossed her back. Once again she felt the air leave her lungs when her back crashed into the side of Torterra's shell.

"Damn it!" Reelah pounded the ground.

"Shame," the man said as he trekked to her. "After I saw you kill my men, I figured you had potential, but I guess I was wrong."

"Fuck you!"

Reelah cried out in pain when she felt numerous bones crack from the telekinetic squeeze. She was raised into the air and did her best to glare at the man with her tear filled eyes.

"Who are you, and what the hell do you want with me?" Reelah croaked.

"Langdon Gardner," the man answered. "It's been fun, Reelah."

Reelah shuddered. The man knew her name and it scared her. How did he know so much about her in the first place?

"Tell you what," Langdon said, laying his knife flat on his hand. "If you survive this, I'll tell you everything you want to know."

"Survive what?" Reelah spat.

Her eyes shrunk when the knife suddenly rose into the air and pointed for her chest. She struggled again, but nothing happened. The hold on her vanished and she landed in front of Torterra, feet first. She got ready to dive to the ground, but was not fast enough. A white hot pain filled her being and she looked down to see the knife had plunged itself into her chest. She tried to breathe, but found it impossible.

She swayed and fell back. The hard sand made her convulse and gasp for air, but she could tell she was losing the battle. Her vision darkened and she could only see Langdon's silhouette tower over her. Tears trickled down her face and sobs racked her body. In the end, the powers that she was overjoyed to have unlocked to bond with Pokémon had turned on her and was responsible for getting her killed. They were a curse and as she took her last breath, she prayed that anyone with powers like hers did not have to suffer like she just did.

"Next thing I know, I wake up here." Reelah sighed.

"I'm sorry," George said, feeling guilty.

Everything that happened to those that unlocked the A-Gene ultimately fell back on him. With each story he heard from those that had been captured and perished during the testing, it made him regret ever researching the A-Gene.

"It's okay." Reelah shook her head.

"No, it's not okay," George replied. "This wouldn't have happened to you if I did not discover the A-Gene."

"You didn't know what would happen. You're a scientist and it's your job to make discoveries and study things."

George scoffed and clenched his fists. Science caused more problems than it resolved nowadays. His mind wandered off to Pearl Jam's old music video of their song 'Do the Evolution' and he shook his head. Musicians were able to see the fault with humanity faster than any scientists who chose to believe they could make things right.

"It's ironic." George chuckled. "Science is always supposed to happen for the greater good of humanity, yet it causes more harm than anything. That's human evolution for you."

"Well, you may have screwed up, but what happens next falls on you," Reelah said, rolling to her back.

"I know."

"So how do you plan to fix this?"

George stayed silent. He had no idea how he could rectify his mistake. Ideally he would rather escape and spread the truth out to the public, but given his situation, it was next to impossible. He tried countless times to escape and never even made it out of their detention level. Every time he got caught, Langdon dealt with him personally and it never ended in his favor, despite the fact he had gotten stronger through the endless fights.

"I'm not sure." George shook his head. "I want to escape, but I have been unable to do so."

"Have you tried?" Reelah asked.

"I tried on ten separate occasions to escape and every time, Langdon caught me, defeated me in a fight and eventually placed me down here in the most secured level."

Reelah now knew where she was. When she woke up earlier, she was unsure of the cell block she was locked in. Now that she knew she was in the basement of the base, it made her goal of escaping a lot harder. Escape had been the only thing on her mind since she arrived at the base, but since she could not use her powers without Torterra present, it made it near impossible for her to do anything. When she heard of the four hybrids that escaped weeks ago, she was angry that they got out because they did what she could not.

"I'm going to bust out of here," Reelah muttered, clenching her fist. "And when I do, the first thing I'm going to do is kill Langdon."

"If that's all you're focused on, you're even more stupid than I thought." George scoffed.

"What'd you say?"

"You heard me. Do you really think you can kill Langdon?"

"Fuck yeah I can!"

George shook his head. The girl in front of him was setting a very suicidal goal for herself. Langdon was without a doubt the strongest hybrid in the world. The fact that Reelah wanted to kill him the second she got out was ridiculous.

"And I'm only going to tell you this once." George turned to her. "Don't waste your time. No matter how strong you think you are, Langdon could kill you without breaking a sweat."

"How do you know, huh?" Reelah shot back.

She was now angry and her eyes demanded an answer.

"Because he's the strongest hybrid in the world! Not even I can beat him and they consider me the strongest one in existence!" George retorted.

"Well maybe you're not as great as they say you are!" Reelah sneered.

"Look, this conversation is done. If you want to get knifed in the chest again, go right ahead. I just wish you could use your fucking head and realize that some things are out of reach."

With that, George stood up and walked to the dark end of his cell where his mat was. He laid back on the mat and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Reelah still sitting down and visibly trembling. He did not like being strict, but he did it to get her to understand how foolish her goal was. It was a losing battle if she could only use her powers if Torterrra was present. He was sure Langdon figured that out and would have no qualms in killing her.

His mind drifted away from Reelah and back to his earlier thoughts about Langdon's plans. It made no sense for the government to put him in charge of a task force of A-Gene users to develop the soldier. Once he found out how to do it, they would more than likely kill him without a second thought to keep him from talking. No doubt Langdon already planned for that. The man was not an idiot. What he could not figure out was what Langdon's next move was.

The only thing he could think of was that he would somehow betray his contractors and try to build his own army of soldiers. Even though it was farfetched, it was the only thing he could think of.

"What are you planning, you shifty son of a bitch?" George closed his eyes.

The White House corridors were quiet, save for the footsteps of the staff walked through it for meetings. Secret Service agents patrolled the wings and rooftops for any immediate threats to the President and representatives inside. One agent in particular was posting outside of the Oval Office. It was his shift and he was one of president's personal guards.

"Garnett, wake up!" A sharp voice hissed.

Manuel's head shot up and he the small adrenaline rush made him look around. He came face to face with his section's team leader. Although he was silently berating himself, he remained cool and composed outside.

"Sorry," Manuel rubbed his eyes.

"Shape up, Manny. If I catch you snoozing again, you're outta here," his team leader replied and walked off.

Manuel sighed and stretched. He checked his watch and almost groaned when he saw how long he had before his shift was done. Two more hours of standing outside the office before he was released for the day. His earpiece gave a buzz and he pressed down on it.

"Garnett, the president has a visitor coming," Reynolds said.

"Who's the guest?" Manuel replied.

"You'll see."

No sooner had he got his response before he the person of interest stopped in front of him. Manuel had only seen the man before him a handful of times, but he did not like him. They never had a conversation, but he just rubbed him the wrong way.

"Agent Garnett," the man greeted with a nod.

"Captain Gardner," Manuel said back.

Langdon handed him his ID and he took it from him to check it. His eyes looked Langdon up and down for a moment before he handed him his ID back. The man could clean up well when he wanted to. His black suit was tailored perfectly and hid his sidearm well.

Manuel paged the president's line.

"Yes?" A strong voice replied.

"Mister President, Captain Gardner is here to see you," Manuel answered.

"Send him in."

Manuel opened the door and Langdon entered it. He closed the door behind them and sighed again. He sent a quick glance at the door and shook his head.

"Is something wrong, Manny?" A voice asked.

"Not really," Manuel replied.

"You're a terrible liar, amigo. What's wrong?"

"It's that Gardner guy. I don't know why, but I just don't trust him."

The voice laughed and he rolled his eyes at the response. His partner was a smart ass that liked to torment him from time to time. When the laughter died down.

"I think this job is getting to your head," the voice answered back.

"Heracross, I'm not in the mood for this," Manuel replied.

"Party pooper."

Manuel smirked and tuned his partner out.

Dameon, David, Dean, Rein, Michka, Roland, Katherine and Claire had woken up early to make their drive to Texas. The group was surprised to learn that Claire was now coming with them, but welcomed her with open arms. They could use a medic for their team and it would be useful to have another person to rely on should they get into a sticky situation.

"Are we ready to go?" Dameon asked.

"Green light." Dean gave him a thumbs up.

Dameon nodded and was about to climb into his car, but was stopped by David. His old friend had a serious look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Dameon asked.

"Black, I'll meet you guys in Texas. I need to run a couple errands," David replied.

"What errands? And where the hell are you going to get a car?"

"Personal errands. And don't worry about the car. Yuri has one of my cars stored in his garage."

Dameon understood David's mean by personal errand. He knew David wanted to visit his parents' grave before they headed out, and this would probably be the last time he would be able to do it for a while. He blinked and then nodded after clapping David on the shoulder. He then climbed into his car with Michka taking shotgun and Claire going in the back.

David assumed Rein had gotten in Dean's truck with Katherine and Roland and picked up his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and jogged out of the parking garage. Two sets of horns honked at him as Dameon and Dean drove by and down Park Street.

It did not take David long to reach Yuri's garage. He opened the door and light poured on a pristine 1970 Chevelle SS. A large grin spread across his face as he looked at the car he won off of a lucky hand of poker when he was seventeen. He walked into the garage and rested his hand on the hood of the car.

"Aw, baby, I missed you so much." David patted the hood.

He opened the trunk and set his bag inside of it. His head snapped up and he rested his hand on the grip of his pistol. Since he activated the A-Gene, he had developed a keen sixth sense to tell when he was not alone. After doing a thorough sweep of the garage, he found it empty.

"That's weird." David stood up.

He slammed the trunk shut and climbed into the car. The engine roared to life and he let out a loud whoop as he floored the car. The tires screeched and he shot out of the garage and into the streets, earning angry honks from drivers.

He continued speeding down Park Street, all the while paying attention for unmarked patrol cars that loved to lurk on it. A small ring came from the seat and he picked up his cell phone. He recognized the number as Dameon's.

"Black, what's up?" David asked.

"Did you see Rein before you left?" Dameon asked.

"I did, but I thought she got in Dean's truck. Is she with him?"

"No."

Then it hit him. That sense he detected earlier was not his imagination.

"Yeah, I know where she is. I'll call you back." David hung up the phone.

He pulled the car off to a side street and soared down it. After a few seconds, he slammed on the brakes. He heard the content of the trunk shift around with a loud thud. A smirk came to his face when he heard quiet curses. He shifted the car into park and got out and walked to the rear. He rested his hand on the trunk and opened it with a flash and pulled out a surprised Rein.

"What the fuck?" Rein hollered out.

"What are you doing in my trunk?" David asked.

"I wanted to tag along with you."

"Well, you did a good job with scaring everyone else. Now get ready, because I'm taking you to them."

Rein pouted and crossed her arms under her chest.

"No. I want to stick with you for now." Rein shook her head. "Besides, you should have at least one other to watch your ass with those government dickheads looking for us."

She had a valid point. He was confident with his abilities that he could last without backup for a couple of days, but it would be that one time he got outnumbered. He sighed and rested his hands on his hips. If anything, Rein just did not want to be bored.

"Fine, but you're calling Dameon to tell him where you are and why you did what you did," David said, shutting the trunk.

"Deal." Rein smiled back.

She walked around to the driver's side of the car and was about to climb in, but was held with a firm grip. She looked back to see the amused look on David's face and grinned sheepishly.

"Nice try." David let go of her collar and pointed to the driver's side.

Rein groaned and her face reddened when he gave her a light swat on the butt. She flipped him off and climbed into the passenger seat. He closed the door and revved the engine loudly. The car spun around and faced back the opposite direction. They sped off to the south and soon reached the freeway.

"How fast does this thing go?" Rein looked at David.

"You wanna' see?" David smirked.

"Fuck yeah! Punch it!"

The car roared loudly and a thick cloud of smoke came out from the muffler. They passed one car, then another and another. Rein hung partway out the window and punched the air.

"Now this is what I'm talking about!" Rein cheered.

Well, that's the chapter everybody. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I will post again when I get another one written. Now in regards to when I will update again... I ask you read the end statement below here. Anyway, I will see you again next time.-CaptainPrice

OCs Featured in the Chapter:

Reelah Muhammed (FlyPandaBear)

George Hatfield (CaptainPrice)

Langdon Gardner (CaptainPrice)

Manuel "Manny" Garnett (CaptainPrice)

Reinforce Yukimura (Silverdragon98)

David Montes (CaptainPrice)

Statements:

1.) The most important thing for you all to know about all of my stories. At the end of this month, I will be starting more military training towards my MOS in Arizona. I will be gone from April 1st through July, but the good news is I will have more liberty than I did last time. Since I am there to learn my job and do it right since it's an important one, don't be surprised if I don't update a lot.

2.) OCs submissions will be closed next chapter. If you have not sent in an OC and would like to do so, follow the rules at the end of the first chapter.

"Time of Courage" by my good friend FiammaJoule: This story is becoming one of the new stories that contain people with Pokemon powers/souls. It's extremely interesting and the first chapter alone was enough to get my attention and I'm sure it will be of interest to a lot of you readers as well. The story revolves around a group of people known as S-Types that have the abilities of Pokemon and are being hunted down by the government. Michka Morre is the protagonist and it'll be great to watch her progress and grow to help lead the resistance against the government. (Recently Updated on 6/10/14)

Grass-2

Fire-2

Water-2

Electric-2 (No more electric types are being taken.)

Flying-1

Dark-6 (No more dark types are being accepted. There are too many. I'm only going to take two more of these guys from the submitted ones I received.)

Poison-1

Dragon-2

Bug-2

Fighting-1

Rock-1

Ground-2 (No more Ground types are being accepted.)

Steel-2

Ghost-1

Ice-1

Psychic-1

Normal-1