[ EU ] tears fell down my cheeks as I saw the bloody corpse of my companion lay in front of me . I say to it , heavy hearted , 'You did well . May your soul rest in peace , Pikachu . '

`` You wanted to be the very best'' 
 
 `` Like no one ever was'' 
 
... 
 
 The mourners gathered shed a few tears as the minister delivered the last few words of the eulogy, then the crowd dispersed reservedly into the softly raining darkness. 
 
 I was left alone with Misty. She was dressed in a black mourning dress, with a netted veil covering most of her face. I could tell she was pissed off. Not sorrowful, or regretful, only filled with a hatred that was evident through the fire in her eyes, piercing through the veil like the incision of a burning knife. 
 
 `` Do n't worry. We'll get those motherf*****s''. I spoke coldly, and without malice. which surprised myself to some extent, as I expected to be filled with the same fiery hatred as Misty. But instead I was filled with the cold thirst for revenge. 
 
 Misty pulled up her skirt, and snatched an unusual black pokeball out of her belt holster. She turned to me and grabbed my arm. `` Let's go'', she muttered. 
 
 As we got into the car, my mind wandered to thoughts of Brock, who was killed in front of my eyes just before Team Rocket became the largest single organization on Earth. They made me watch as they gave the instruction to fire a String shot at Brock, completely stringing him up a tree in full view of me and Misty, as one of their lowly Sandslashes gutted him, leaving his insides to slowly fall from the punctures in his stomach. I remember that feeling of being the next one to die. Until Pikachu saved us. 
 
 Pikachu. 
 
 I turned to Misty, who was driving. Her attention was completely focused forwards, with one hand on the steering wheel, and the other lowered next to the gear stick, softly fumbling the strange pokeball back and forth between her fingers and thumbs. She had never used it before, but I knew exactly what was in it. Her gaze was immovable, fixated on the large building in the distance, which was gradually getting bigger, a towering monolith gouging the night sky like a hollow trident filled with crawling vermin. 
 
 When we arrived, we wasted no time battling through the front door, throwing every pokemon we had at every Team Rocket armed mercenary who dared to cross our path. We worked our way up each level of stairs, losing many pokemon on the way. Except the one in the black pokeball. We had someone in mind for that. 
 
 The lobby and each staircase we passed became littered with the bleeding stench of the dead, pokemon and human alike. The bloody trail of death, leading to one room. One room at the top of the monolith which had to be destroyed, no matter the consequences. 
 
 Giovanni. 
 
 `` How nice of you to come and visit'', Giovanni smugly gestured, as he reached for the red button on his desk. 
 
 `` Charizard go!'' 
 
 A fierce Charizard tore his teeth into Giovanni's hand before he managed to press the red button on the desk. Giovanni screamed in agony as a powerful Charizard knocked his desk straight across the room, exposing the cable to which Giovanni's red button was attached. It was still usable, but that did n't matter now. 
 
 `` You think you're righteous? You think Pokémon enjoy battling each other? ``, Giovanni sputtered, blood pouring from his mouth as he gripped his severed arm in pain, `` We free pokemon from the suffering that you and others like you cause''. 
 
 `` Pokémon were meant for sport'', I spat. 
 
 Giovanni glanced at the red button still attached to the desk to the side of the room. He glanced back towards us and noticed Misty was reaching for the black pokeball in her belt holster. As soon as Giovanni saw the black pokeball, he made a break for the red button. 
 
 Misty's eyes narrowed. `` You used to be just like us'', her voice resonated through the office walls, `` You used to exploit pokemon for your own gains. Remember Mewtwo?'' 
 
 Giovanni remembered. It was what had changed his life, and what drove him to change the direction of Team Rocket into a pokemon-friendly, fighter for pokemon rights around the world. 
 
 Giovanni stopped and looked down at the ground. `` You disgust me'', were his last words, as Misty released the black pokeball. A shadowy figure emerged in a flash of blinding darkness, and grew, enveloping the room into pitch black. 
 
 The screams of Giovanni were heard miles into the distance 

