A.N. This is a new story I’m writing, and I’m not abandoning Static Electricity. This idea popped up in my head one day and refused to come out, so here it is.
Experiment 44293. That was the only name she had ever known. It probably wasn’t the only name that she had ever been called, but she couldn’t remember much about her life outside the facility. She suspected that the scientists had something to do with that.
Experiment 44293 was a Riolu. She looked like a normal Riolu on the outside. And for the most part she was normal. On the inside though… What Riolu could say that they can only remember captivity? Not even captivity inside a Pokéball. No, this captivity was much worse.
She could only remember being inside a jail cell. The miserable, terrible jail cell. Some nights she dreamed that she was free, dreamed of something green and soft under her feet. But she could only remember the jail cell’s hard stone floors, and metal walls.
Experiment 44293 thought that she had a family. She had to have, right? But what could have happened to them? Were they captured like her? Or were they free? If they were free did they remember her? If they were free did they care?
She had no idea how long she had spent inside this facility. She didn’t know how old she was. She just wanted to be free. She remembered a period where she would cry, cry for the family that she never knew. Cry for the freedom that she never had. Of course, they soon beat that out of her. They punished her cruelly.
Experiment 44293 was used to routine. Most days she would be left in her cell to do nothing. As a result, she spent a lot of time thinking. Some days were the experiment days, and they were the ones that she dreaded. They injected fluids into her, and measured her aura levels. She detested these days.
For a short period of time, she shared a cell with a Lucario. He had taught her about aura, and the things that she could do with it. She hadn’t learnt much when he was taken away. She didn’t know where to, or what for. She could use aura sight, but that was it.
Of course, she’d tried to escape. She tried everything that she could think of. But it was to no avail. Every time she dug a hole it just got fixed while she was gone. One time she’d actually managed to get out of her cell. She’d crept out while the human opened the door to bring her food. She hadn’t gone far before they noticed.
But she had a glimpse of something. A door, possibly. It wasn’t like the door to her cell. The door she’d glimpsed had weird shapes on a green sign. She assumed that they were in the human language, which she couldn’t read. The glimpse of another colour than grey gave her so much hope, though. So she started to plan. Plan an escape from this horrible place.
Experiment 44293 looked down at her paws. Today was the day. If she’d planned it right, she would escape today. ‘If.’ The word echoed in the small space, devoid of furniture. She slept on the floor, usually. All she had to do was wait. Wait until they brought her food.
Experiment 44293 hoped that food was better in other places. It had to be. Anything had to be better than this. She always got the same meal, once per day. A disgusting green blob. It tasted terrible, to her at least. She couldn’t wait to get out.
She closed her eyes. This was the first time she’d tried it since the Lucario left. She remembered asking him if he was her father. He answered that he’d never had children. This made her feel slightly sad at the time, but she didn’t show it much. This was no place for emotion.
Experiment 44293 looked around with the aura sight. She couldn’t sense any aura. Yet. She’d hoped that there would be cells near her, with other Pokémon. But there weren’t any cells in the range of her aura vision. She sat down in a meditative position and waited.
She didn’t know how long she waited. There was no way to pass time. Her aura sight was growing weaker. She assumed that that was what happened when she used it for too long. Suddenly, she saw it. A faint blob on the edge of her aura vision. It was very different to both her and the Lucario’s aura signature. She immediately knew what it was. It was a human, which meant that it was time to escape.
Experiment 44293 waited until he came in. The humans that fed her never spoke. She didn’t know whether it was because they didn’t want to speak, or whether they were forced to be silent. It didn’t matter. She was ready.
As soon as the human came in she raced out the door. She had never tried to go this fast before; there wasn’t enough room in her cell. But there was certainly room in this corridor. She didn’t see any other humans, for which she was thankful. She thought that she could hear cheering, but whether that was other Pokémon or her imagination, she didn’t know.
Experiment 44293 didn’t look back. She only kept her gaze on that door with the glowing green thing above it. She felt an immense feeling of elation. Soon, she would be free. But as she reached the door she realised something. She had no way to open it.
Her spirits fell. She wouldn’t escape after all. But it seemed like luck was on her side. Suddenly, as if by deus ex machina it opened. A human’s expression became one of shock as he got rammed into by 20 kilograms of Riolu.
She managed to get through the door. And what she saw when she got out! Underneath her feet was something green that felt so soft on her paws. Above her was a bright blue ceiling with a bright light that hurt her eyes when she looked at it. She was free!
Experiment 44293 didn’t stop running until she collapsed from exhaustion.
A.N. Here’s the first chapter of Experiment 44293. I had several other names in mind, but they were all taken. Anyway, I hope that you enjoyed. Until next time, this is Wizpig1231, signing out.