Prisoners of Heaven

Fairy: Strangest things happen to the strangest people. Nobody knows why Sovereign is so self-centered, but one thing for sure, that will change soon enough. But anyway, why should I sit here blabbing and ruining the story, read the damn thing now.
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Chapter Two:
The Program

Morning came and I was in the computer room. Rachel had already installed this new program and it took all night. The name of this program was “Osiris” or some nonsense like that. I yawned, walking up towards my water bowl and lapped it. Today was going to be regular old shit: A stupid pokemon trying to hit on me and my trainer complaining about me. I finished lapping the water bowl and frowned when there was no food in my other bowl. I guess its dry cereal again. I walked towards the counter, leaped up to the ledge and knocked down a box of dry corn flakes then poured in my bowl. I crunched on them and winced while I did. I rather have a soft omelet or some delicious, home-made pokemon food than this hard, crunchy shit.

“Good morning,” a voice droned. I leaped up, snarling and looking around the room.

“Who said that?” I growled.

“I did,” the voice droned again, “Look over here, in this direction.”

I did what the voice said to see the PC Rachel had. It was talking! Am I losing my mind?

“You are talking,” I stuttered, my mouth still half-full with corn flakes, so my talking was quite unsightly.

“I am Osiris,” it said, “I am the new and latest installment in the Interactive Battle Series.”

“And I am, ‘I don’t give a fuck,’” I growled then suddenly realized it, “Wait, you can understand me?”

“I have a translator, to translate your barks, yelps and cries into English words. So I can understand you very well.”

“Oh,” I said with a mocking grin. “Now understand this, I don’t have time for silly games. I don’t know why Rachel bought you, you stupid git. But you are quite annoying, and I’m going for a walk.”

“Alright,” the computer voice said, surprisingly, displaying a level of emotion, “But be back quickly.”

“I’ll be back whenever I want.”

“Not really,” Osiris snapped, “Rachel made me remind you to stay in here, I’m following my command.”

I snorted…Rachel. She had to ruin the day, just because I lost to some fat-ass plant monster. I sat down and sighed. It was better than moping around like I usually do after an embarrassing loss. At least there was something to talk to.

“Osiris, what kind of pokemon are you?”

“I am all pokemon, and I can display a hologram of any pokemon I chose to be.”

“Interesting,” I muttered.

“You seem upset,” Osiris said.

“What would you know?” I growled, “You’re only a computer program. You aren’t flesh and blood like me. What the hell would you know about emotions?” My growls turned into an irate shout.

“I know that you are angry,” Osiris said, equally annoyed, “And since I am interactive, I can display a host pokemon’s emotion back to them.”

I was still growling but then I stopped and sighed. The lights on the computer began to flicker suddenly, from the ground; sparks rose and took a shape—in the form of an Umbreon. I stared at it and gave a slight smile.

“Is that better? I’m now a pokemon,” Osiris said through the hologram.

I waved my paw through the picture and sparkling nothing rolled off my paw. It was like he wasn’t even real.

“I guess so,” I lied.

“Good, Rachel has ordered me to teach you new battle tactics. First, let’s start with your recent mistake. You should never do an attack without the command of your trainer, for things such as that occur,” he pointed to my wound on my lip.

“I know my mistake; you don’t need to fucking point it out at me!” I shouted.

“But you will now learn from it. Now continue whining I will shut off and you can sit here and mope around, or you can be productive and learn something, is that clear?” Osiris said.

I nodded and obeyed.

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It was lunchtime so Rachel bought me some burger meat. Osiris decided that he would take a break from teaching me and Rachel battle tactics when Rachel left to go to her friend’s house. I chewed on the burger meat, enjoying the deliciousness of well-done beef.

“What does it feel like to eat?” Osiris suddenly asked.

I was speechless for a moment, but then I answered. “It’s like shoving something in your mouth and swallowing it, and *here* in your stomach, you begin to feel full.”

“Oh,” Osiris said passively.

“I know it isn’t much of an explanation, but it’s all I got.”

I finished and went outside to see that annoying Persian, trying to hit on me again. When I shot him down, he angrily replied to me as a “self-centered whore,” and then ran off upset again. I spat at that trash and trampled the daises and roses that he took so long to gather. I burned them until they turned into floating ash and sighed.

“You only think about yourself!” The Persian called out, “You act like you are better than every pokemon! But everyone sees through you, you freak-of-nature.”

Sour grapes, I thought, he’s scorning what he can’t have.

“Not even your trainer likes you!” And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. I rushed up towards him with a flame-wheel and scorched his fur, knocking him to his feet and growling. I pinned him down and slashed him at the shoulders.

“Why don’t you just suck a big dick? Now get the hell out of here!”

The Persian, who was frightened and scared, ran off, limping with his slashed shoulder, and this time, he didn’t say a word.

I ran back inside, tears beginning to form in my eyes. I refused to be with any pokemon that try to show kindness to me. I, myself am scared. I am scared of getting my heart torn out like when I was a Vulpix and I loved a Growlithe.

~Flashback~

“I brought you some food,” I said.

“Sovereign, I need to tell you something…” Growlithe said.

I frowned, knowing whatever he told me would be bad.

“I’m not really attracted to you. In truth, you are ugly…and the only reason I went along with any of this because you brought me things. I’m sorry, but I actually like someone else.”

I couldn’t believe what that git was saying. I ran off without a word. It would have been different if he was just a silly crush, but he wasn’t.

He said that he loved me. We spent everyday together, playing, talking, kissing, and trying to be close. And to show that I cared for him, I brought him presents even though he only gave me one rose. My heart was torn out and trampled. He led me on and I should have known…

~End~

I locked the door behind me and ran inside, until I reached my bed in the computer room, I wouldn’t cry.

I slumped down on my satin sheets and silently began to whimper and sob, being reminded of that heartbreaking day. It was my fault anyway to fall for a pretty face and some few nice words. Yeah, he was full of shit, and so are most of those goddamn pokemon I meet. I was ugly no more when I became a Ninetails, but I still don’t care.

“They just want a good time,” I sobbed angrily.

“Sovereign, are you okay?”

I looked up at the computer screen, bleary eyed and then snapped, “Of course I’m not okay!”

“Then, talk about it,” Osiris sighed. He did not project his holographic form, but rather, I talked directly to the monitor.

“People and pokemon alike say I am cold hearted and self-centered. But when I was a Vulpix, everybody thought I was ugly because I didn’t look normal. And now that I’m a Ninetails, I am very beautiful and all the other pokemon want to be with me. But they are all pathetic pieces of feces.”

He was processing the information apparently. It took a while before he answered.

“Cold-heartedness develops over time. You aren’t just cold-hearted out of the blue. But the way you refer to pokemon as *pathetic pieces of feces*,” he said, playing my own voice back to me, “Shows you that you see all pokemon besides yourself as inferior, which is quite self-centered.”

I muttered but then became quiet.

“Tell me what’s going on, I will listen.”

I nodded and talked. I told him all about my life, my birth and my first love, my first heartbreak, my first time…everything. He listened to my problems which Rachel never did because she didn’t understand me verbally, and the other pokemon I ran into, didn’t care.

I finished telling him about me.

“It sounds like you had a troublesome life,” he said softly.

“Yes,” I murmured.

We both were silent until Osiris spoke up.

“You did very well on your battle tactic training.”

“Thanks,” I said smiling. “And thanks again…”

“For what?” Osiris asked, clearly confused.

”For listening to me,” I said, with a slight smile, placing my paw on the monitor.
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Fairy: Oh well, sorry to say how sad life has been for Sovereign. The worst thing to with a child is to spoil them and not do anything about the kids teasing and abusing them at school. It makes them have low-self esteem, and then to bring their self-esteem up, they must bring down and degrade other people. Strange, but is true. Happened to me (I was never spoiled though) a few times back in the day. Well, enough about me. XD