A Record of the Life of a Pokextinctionist Agent

A Record of the Life of a Pokextinctionist Agent

Italicized words indicate the words of George, while words with parentheses around them indicate asides from others of the Oslo Base. This is dedicated to George and all other victims of the Pokextinctionist.

***Friday, June 4th, 2010***

My name is George. My last name does not matter, I have forgotten it by now. I am what is called a Pokemon. I was once human, but that fact no longer matters. I am a Heatmor, a large anteater that stands on two legs and breaths fire. I am a loyal agent of the Pokextinctionist organization. These are the facts of my life. I am preparing for a special mission for my lord Mr. X. Of successful, I may be given more missions and help bring about the end of this war. I am keeping this journal to help me focus on my upcoming mission. End.

***Sunday, June 6th, 2010***

I have received my mission details and will be leaving tomorrow. This journal will be encrypted online so I may continue to write in it. I will be infiltrating the Oslo Pokeuman Base in Norway to steal intel to help our organization capture the base. I have been given false memories to make myself believable. I will depart tomorrow. End.

***Monday, June 7th, 2010***

I have been successfully indoctrinated into the Oslo Base. I met the Headmistress, a Glaceon named Lirai Victoria, and was assigned to a room with two roommates, a Dragonair named Darius and a Pikachu named Marty. I have found both of them to be friendly. Marty apparently works for the PRT, the organization that "rescued" me from a Pokextinctionist facility. They all believe my story and I will soon have gained there trust. End.

(Lirai Victoria: As Headmistress, my first impression of George was a good one. He seemed scared and frightened, common from a Pokeuman we had just rescued. He seemed emotionally upset and played the part of injured child perfectly, almost too perfectly. If only I had known...well, we aren't all perfect.)

***Tuesday, June 8th, 2010***

I have begun to sit through Pokeumans propaganda sessions called "classes". They are somewhat interesting, even if full of lies. I am pretending to be weak in Battle Class as not to arose suspicion. After classes I "hung-out" with my two roommates and their friends. I found the activities we did enjoyable, even if a waste of time. Nothing else worth mentioning. End.

(Marty: My first impression of George was that he was a little...off. But what could be expected from someone just saved from a Pokextinctionist facility. I dismissed his strangeness and awkwardness around us as shock. If only....If only.)

***Saturday, June 12th, 2010***

Darius has quickly become trusting of me as we have much in common. We both like to read, battle, and a strange game I recently discovered called Mass Effect. I have been warned the ending of the third game is horrible, though. Interestingly enough, I find myself a little trusting of him. I hope this does not interfere with my mission. Nothing else really important happened. End.

(Darius: It hurt writing this. I had always felt a little excluded by my other friends mainly because I was the most recent one and was from America. I transformed during a family vacation to Norway and decided not to transfer to an American base, it would have been to painful. But I finally found someone I thought was kinda like me. We became like brothers. And....... well, just keep reading.)

***Sunday, June 13th, 2010***

Darius competed in a tournament today and won. I was very excited for him. He really wants to be in the PRT, and I think he's got what it takes. Lately I have been reading this book called The Bible and find it strangely familiar. As if I've read some of the stories in it. I can almost incision myself as a human boy, sitting down and listening to someone, maybe my mother?, reading to me. Is this important? Maybe I should....no, my mission takes priority. I can investigate these memories later.

(Darius: He seemed troubled every time he borrowed my Bible to read, like it brought back unpleasant memories, yet always insisted he read it. I guess his old life was trying to come back.
Marty: Darius and George where quickly becoming best friends. It was apparent. I, on the other hand, always had a foreboding feeling when I was with George. I guess my instincts where right all along. I wish they hadn't been.)

***Wednesday, June 16th, 2010***

Darius passed the test and is now a PRT trainie; I am happy for him. This is his dream and it's cool to see it fulfilled......what am I saying! This makes him an enemy! Oh God, what am I to do. Maybe...NO! I am loyal to Mr. X. I am loyal to the Pokextinctionist!  Next Wednesday I am to steal the layout of the base and help in the attack for crying outloud! I must bring these thoughts under control. I cannot allow my feelings and old memories to get in the way. I am loyal.

(Darius: He was very complimentary on me joining the PRT. But something seemed off, as if he was having a mental fight in his head. I guess he was. He stopped reading my Bible after that night, and he began to distance himself from us. I was to caught up in training to notice. Shows what kind of friend I am...)

***Friday, June 18th, 2010***

I'm not sure what to think anymore. I feel kinship with those at the base yet my loyalty is with the Pokextinctionist. Maybe my loyalty is misplaced?

***Sunday, June 19th, 2010***

I can hardly stand it. Must it be this way? Must I go down this road. The anxiety is killing me. I can hardly concentrate with all this stress. Why has the world become so complicated recently? I no longer am sure what is right and what is wrong. Maybe I should turn myself in? No...I can't. I am loyal.

(Marty: By this point I was sure something was wrong. I tried to approach him but he kept getting further away. Darius was busy training and wasn't around enough to notice. I guess I wasn't close enough to help him.)

***Monday, June 21st, 2010***

...I guess this is my last day at the Oslo Base. I...I'm crying as I write these words. This has been the only place I remember where I've felt loved, but I am loyal.

***Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010***

Why doesn't anyone stop me! Please, oh God, please someone just figure it out! Figure out this Heatmor seeks to destroy you all! I can't stop myself, I am loyal. Even unto death. But if someone would just stop me maybe others would be saved. WHY?! Everything is ready and I am ready to commit treachery to myself and my friends. Please, if anyone is up there, let me die before this comes to pass. This will be my last entry, once the Pokextinctionist commander finds this he'll have me brainwashed again. I am loyal, I am loyal, I am loyal, I am loyal, I am loyal, I am loyal, I am loyal, I am loyal, I AM LOYAL!

(Darius: He left the computer on when he left. After a while I gout curious and read the journal. I was shocked and immediately went to my supervisor, but it was to late. George had escaped. I then left the base without permission, only telling Marty and chased him down.)

***Early morning, Wednesday, June 23rd, 2010***

The Heatmor stumbled as he ran through the forest, tears welling up in his eyes. In his pack strapped across his back was the complete layout of the Oslo Base, the base he was about to betray.

"George!" The Heatmor turned around at the mention of his name to see a Dragonair slither towards him, "George stop!"

The Heatmor shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Darius, but I...I have to."

"George listen to yourself, I've read your journal and-" The Dragonair was cut off by a Flamethrower attack launched by the Heatmor which struck him in the chest.

"I'm sorry, I am loyal." The Heatmor muttered as it sprung at the Dragoniar, pounding it with Strength.

"Please just stop this madness!" The Dragoniar yelled as he countered with Dragon Tail, sending the Heatmor into a nearby tree. The Heatmor then got up and leaped at the Dragoniar, punching him in the right eye. The Dragonair screamed and launched a Dragon Rage attack, hitting the Heatmor furiously. The Heatmor backed away and used slash, cutting the Dragonair several times. Then the Heatmor picked up the Dragonair and slung it into a tree, an audible crack could be heard along with the screams of pain. The Dragonair's tail and Emergency Transportation Device had been broken.

"I am loyal." the Heatmor muttered as he approached the downed Dragonair, a murderous gleem in his eyes.

The Dragonair looked up at the Heatmor and muttered "Sorry." And unleashed a Hyper Beam right into the Heatmor's stomach. This through the Heatmor back into a tree, puncturing his lungs on broken ribs and a large cut formed by a falling limb poured out blood. The Heatmor gave a cough and passed from the earth.

"It was almost the other way," The  Dragonair said, wheezing and coughed up a little blood as he righted himself, "It seems hard to except your...your actually..." The  Dragonair stared at the Heatmor, trying to come up with words. But none of them could span the distance that now separated them. "We were friends," the  Dragonair uttered, tears welling up in his eyes, "This wasn't supposed to happen...You were a brother to me! I-"

"Agent Darius, please respond!" A slightly frantic voice emanated from his com-link hooked to his belt.

"I'm here." The Dragonair said, calming down a bit, tears starting to flow from his eyes.

"Thank God," The voice exasperated, "I thought you had died."

"And what, get the room to yourself, dream on Marty." Darius said with a forced laugh.

"You done over there?"

"Yeah, almost," Darius said, "I just gotta do one more thing, go ahead and send a squad to pick me up, my E.T.D. is busted."

"Alright, see ya' in a bit."

"See ya'." Darius said and turned off the com-link. He then walked over to the George's body and gently closed the now empty eyes.