The uneven terrain of the highway, stretching from Castelia to Nimbasa, often flung the shackled passengers about in the rear of the prison convoy. The pounding of the perpetual sandstorm on Route 4 was truly a hideous noise. I, however, was not affected. I sat quietly -- alone. I was confined to a cramped area with the others; they were not frightened. It was as if they knew what was to come, and so did I. We had a plan; I could tell from the glare of determination in the grunts' eyes. We were a detriment to society, this is true, but we did not intend to hurt anyone; they simply got in our way. Now with Ghetsis gone, I am free to do as I please. I was so focused on releasing the potential of Pokemon, but I totally disregarded my potential. I have potential.
"Doctor, what are you contemplating?"
I did not even look up, much less answer her. Instead, I sat there... thinking -- thinking of who I was, what I am, and what I could be. I did not join Team Plasma for world domination; I joined with an agenda of my own. I wanted to observe the world; I wanted to conduct my research. The world fascinates me.
"Why am I here? Why am I en route to a maximum security prison? Is it simply because I was the 'leader,' or did I cause more damage than I had initially thought?" I accidentally mumbled.
"Doctor Colress?" the small, red-haired grunt begged.
"What do you require, dear?"
"Doctor, I... what are we--"
She stopped in mid sentence; everything ceased to function properly. Screeching metal, the sound of rapid gunfire and flashing colors were the only things on which I was able to focus. We were ten feet in the air by this point, our vehicle flipping and ablaze. We thrashed about the interior of the moving van, confined by only our shackles, which were attached to the walls. Three or four of the grunts' chains were broken, and they swung about the interior of the van, flip by flip. I only remember the flipping and the screaming. The gore was nauseatingly horrendous. After the last flip, my chains snapped, and I slammed into a wall, blacking out.
I awoke. I opened my eyes, and I looked around the gruesome, macabre sight.
"Doctor Colress, are you alright?" a stiff gentleman, garbed in a violet robe approached and asked rather vociferously.
"I...am... astounded by your expertise. You managed to... slaughter everyone in the van, all except me..." I chuckle. "Zi- ...Zinzolin, shall we c-continue as... planned?" He ordered three grunts to lift me from the pavement. He ordered the corpses removed from the wreck site and taken back to P2 alongside us.
"I am even surprised you survived, Doctor. It was by chance, really," he admitted.
The concept sounds super fun, though! Can't wait to give it a read.
