Chapitre 3: Chapter 3

She came for me when I turned fifteen. I had been serving my time in an isolated prison for all these years but still talked to some of my dad's old buddies, who had grown to forgive me for the greatest massacre since the end of the Kanto-Johto war. You would think being only three would have given me some sympathy or understanding. Still, I was locked up not for the actual killing but because I was a "danger to society," and they were afraid other civilians would attack me, starting an endless cycle of death. I honestly was okay with it. It gave me adequate time to go through the five stages of grief multiple times and eventually give up, which led to me getting very muted emotions. Hence, sarcasm.

I had become somewhat famous among the officers for my dumb, corny jokes and good behavior. I never made it hard for them and sometimes helped stop prison breaks or riots. Yeah, the psionic dampener wasn't effective anymore. Practice makes perfect, as they say. The warden even threw me birthday parties, and they started using my guard details to reward good officers. Sure, some people joined to assassinate me and avenge their families, but the great thing about sensing emotions is that when someone is radiating hatred for you, it's very noticeable.

Usually, I would let the Warden know, and he would have them moved to a different post or prison. So that was my life when I received the news that Sabrina was the new gym leader of Saffron City. Now, I was not hocked, being reincarnated. I knew this was bound to happen, but I didn't expect that the first thing she did was have custody of me transferred to her new gym. Now, she was only eighteen and was a known powerful trainer and psychic for a while, but only I knew from the games and manga that she turned her parents into dolls and was an executive of Team Rocket. I had thought about telling the authorities about these things, but ultimately, I decided Giovanni would only cover it up and send Koga to silence me. Having died once already, I was not willing to retake my chances. Also, I was a stronger psychic than her.

The move went smoothly. I transferred from my cell to an armored truck that drove to the back of the newly constructed gym. Unlike in the games or management, gyms in the real world were as immense as NFL stadiums in the United States of America. Attached to them were also the personal facilities of the gym leader and their apprentices who managed and ran the Gym.

A gym leader usually battled trainers based on the number of badges they have. So, if you have three badges and come to the Saffron Gym for your fourth, you will face the Gym leader's four-star team based on League Regulations, which is at a different strength for each badge level.

I did not have a Pokémon team and was escorted in with just the clothes on my back. My personal belongings would be delivered later. Standing there with her fist on her hips was Sabrina. Like I thought, she looked eighteen and was tapping her foot impatiently.

The guards escorting me got nervous and walked a little quicker. Luckily, they only cuffed my hands in front of me and locked a psionic-dampening collar on my neck. I always let them think these things work, knowing that it made them feel safer, but in reality, I could blast my way right out anytime I wanted. I'm a nice guy, all right?