Chapter One
Priscilla whistled. The lab, though old, was impressive. It was made of large slabs of white, cement-like stone and was at least twice as big as the gym she had spotted on the opposite shore of the lake earlier. Two chimneys sprouted from the dark slate roof. Small windows had been set neatly into the walls at regular intervals. The massif front door had been sculpted out of oak and was decorated with flowery carvings and a round, polished handle.
She knocked. Nearly immediately, the head of a Professor's aide poked out of the doorway. He had a mass of curly brown hair and was dressed smartly in a white labcoat and a pair of faded, dark blue pants. His glasses were slightly crooked as he gazed at her from top to bottom, as though analyzing the newcomer.
"You are?" he asked, not lifting his eyes from her.
"Priscilla Vallieres," the girl replied airily. "May I come in?"
The aide held open the door for her. She stepped inside without so much as a thank you, which seemed to annoy him, since his tone was somewhat clipped as he said, "Follow me." He strode off briskly down the hall, at a pace that Priscilla had to jog to keep up with. Finally, the pair stopped in front of a white door, identical to all of the others they had passed in the corridor, except for a sign reading "STUDY" in big bold letters hanging onto it. The aide knocked.
"Come in," a muffled voice answered.
The door swung open without a sound. The hinges must have been oiled very recently. They entered a modestly-sized room, cozily warmed. Flames crackled in a large stone fireplace that took up most of the space in the center of the study. They cast eerie shadows across the white tiled floor. The room basked in a flickering, iridescent light. Bookcases stacked with encyclopedias and the such lined the walls. In the upper right corner of the room, a single desk stood. Heaps of research papers and notebooks covered its every surface. Pens, rulers, and measuring tape were sprawled messily over these. A gray armchair sat across from the desk, it, too, loaded with paper. Next to it, a tiny shelf containing small tubes filled with differently-coloured liquids was leaning against the wall.
A bearded, middle-aged man was crouching by the fire. At the sound of our entrance, he stood up with more or less effort and said, "Thank you, Whittleton. You may be on your way now."
Whittleton bowed and left. Professor Leef turned towards Priscilla. "I'm Professor Leef," he said. There was a pleasant twinkle in his eyes. "It's a pleasure to meet you. You're Miss Vallieres, correct?" She nodded. "As I thought. Your parents contacted me earlier, predicting your arrival. Now then, let's get down to business, shall we?"
Leef led her to his desk. He dug into the pile of research work and brought out a shiny, red-and-white ball. It was either brand new or had been polished very recently. Then, he slid a red device out of one of his many pockets and handed the two to the teenager.
"I trust you know what these are?" he asked.
"Yes," Priscilla replied. She uncoiled the chain around her left leg, looped it in the Pokedex' handle and attached it to her neck. Then she fastened the Pokeball onto her hair ribbon, which had a special latch on it that was designed for this very purpose.
"Very handy," Leef remarked, amused by the originality of today's youth. He suddenly turned serious. "But I hope that you understand that raising Pokemon isn't a game. It's a very big responsibility. This isn't like in the video games. Pokemon are real, live beings and have feelings. There's no way you'll succeed unless you take this seriously."
Priscilla nodded mechanically. She had heard the same speech from her parents. God, why couldn't they just leave her alone? She would do things her own way. Leave her some air, would they?
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Leef watched from the window as Priscilla left the lab. He had sensed that that girl was...different. Although that wasn't always a bad thing, he couldn't help being worried. Not to mention that the Pokemon she had taken was...
Priscilla unlatched the Pokeball from the ribbon and tossed it into the air. It sprang open in a bright flash of light, which soon metamorphosed into a tangible figure. The ball, now empty, fell back onto the grass with a soft thud.
The Pokemon that had been released was quite a unique one. It resembled a large purple clay pot, orned with gold markings, with a flower sprouting out of the top. It had long, floppy pink petals and small, round eyes of an eerie glowing yellow. The rest of the face was hidden in the darkness.
"Lileep," Priscilla murmured. At the same time, the Pokedex hanging from her neck lit up. She switched it back off. She already knew Lileep's data. She had no need of the machine's analytical prowesses. However, knowing its moves would be useful, seeing as they varied from each specimen to another sometimes, so she flipped open the Pokedex' screen. Immediately, a low, whirring sound was heard. Only seconds later, two words appeared. Priscilla grimaced. Only two attacks, none of them very strong.
"All right, Lileep," she said. "You're going to have to undergo some major training. I want you to have at least three moves before we enter the first route."
Unfortunately, the moment she pronounced those last words, a silhouette sprang out of the grass and landed a few paces in front of them. It was a green bug, with a small, triangular head and beady black eyes. Instead of arms it had two large, sharp scythes. Its body was strongly built and its two other legs looked sturdy and possessed three claws each. A Scyther.
Priscilla mentally facepalmed herself. A Scyther. Great. We're doomed. She glanced behind her. The professor's lab wasn't all that far away. Perhaps if she ran, she would make it.
But Lileep wouldn't. There was no way that thing could crawl fast enough. And after the way Leef had preached to her about responsibility, how would he treat her if he noticed she had abandoned her Pokemon? Best case scenario: he wouldn't give her another Pokemon and would call her parents. Worse case scenario: he would slam the door in her face. Well, wasn't she in a pleasant situation.
She had no choice other than to fight. "Lileep, Astonish."
The Lileep was more or less pleased to fight the scythe-armed warrior. Nevertheless, it grunted and flung itself into the Scyther, its tentacles wrapping around its green-plated body. The Scyther, ticked off, turned its scythes towards its ennemy. The sharp blades cut into the soft, pink petals. Wincing, Lileep withdrew them into its pot and the Scyther, now free, brought its natural knife down on its head.
Priscilla rolled her eyes. As she had expected, wild Pokemon were stupid. As the scythe hit Lileep's armor, the clanging sound of metal on metal was heard. The Scyther's Scratch attack slid harmlessly off the plant-ish Pokemon's improvised Withdraw.
"Now, while it's confused, Astonish again!" Priscilla called. "Its joints are its weak spots!"
Lileep, more confident, slammed itself into the Scyther, who, disoriented by the hit on the head, flinched. Then the Lileep wrapped its tentacles around the joints of its arms and legs, that weren't covered by the metal plating like the rest of its body, and squeezed. The Scyther screeched. It tried moving its scythes, but could not move its arms. It thrashed wildly, its wings fluttering uselessly against the ground, weighted down by the Lileep's heavy pot. Finally, it fell limp. Priscilla's Pokemon released its grasp and slithered off.
Priscilla nodded, satisfied. Her Pokemon could put up a fight. She returned Lileep to its Pokeball and gazed at the winding road beyond. She wondered how many of these ennemies there were out there.