Pokémon: Dangerous Lives » Places

         

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Miki retrieved Blaze back to his Poké Ball.

The time for talk was clearly over, and Miki had lost her urge to remain with this group. She gathered her belongings and bid them goodnight before walking onward into the woods ahead despite knowing that nighttime was prime time for wild Pokémon to appear. She shifted through the woods back to the main road to Viridian City and trekked on throughout most of the night. Eventually she became too tired and set her sleeping bag just off the road. She laid down and rested her eyes, but could find no solace in sleep with those visions fresh in her mind.

The people. The Pokémon. They were dead. Killed for no other reason than to send a hateful and morally corrupt message to the Pokémon Trainers of the world. Even the little girl was dead. What had she done? She stood up for herself and for Pokémon everywhere and was shot in the head as a result.

Miki cried herself to sleep that night, waking up at the break of dawn a few hours later and continuing down the path alone. Her heart was sunken into her chest and heavy with the weight of the meaning of the message Team Rocket had given her and all other Trainers of the world.

Stay out of their way or die. That was the message.

It was all still so surreal in her mind, but her heart knew it to be the truth. If she stood in their way, she would be killed. That was no way to live.