Skeletal Swampert

As odd as you may find it, I was once a member of Team Rocket.
To be exact, they kidnapped me as a young child, and raised me as a scientist to perform experiments on pokemon.

Of course I didn't want to, no matter how much they tried to convince me pokemon didn't have feelings, I knew better. Pokemon could smile and love, and were as intelligent as humans.

It was when I captured my first pokemon, a Murkrow named Kurosu, that they found their leverage over me. They took my Murkrow and told me to experiment on a swampert- or they would kill my beloved friend.

With tears in my eyes I worked hard, I hated myself for many days. They had given me a full-grown swampert, who was fairly old- and told me to give it eternal life. No trying- It had to work. I knew it was impossible, and my beloved friend would die because of it.

One particular night in my darkened office I became determined. I'm not sure quite how I did it, but the Swampert became young again. It jumped about vigorously and seemed to be renewed.

The rockets seemed pleased, and so they gave me back Kurosu. I hugged the purple Murkrow tightly and sobbed into her feathers. She cawed at me, and I felt renewed.

I looked over to the rockets and the swampert, the Rockets grinned.
"your work here is done."

My eyes widened. Did they plan on destroying me? After all I had done?
The answer came when one of them sent the swampert for me, I stood and ran, Kurosu flying next to me.
I cursed my luck as I came to a dead end.

It was in the basement, surrounded by team Rockets toxic waste that we discovered how effective my work had really been.
The swampert, in a hurry to get me, knocked over some of the toxic sludge.

I held my ears as the poor pokemons pained screams rang out. I watched as it's skin literally melted, and it's organs boiled to nothing.
When the screams finally stopped, the sight was terrible.

The skeletal swampert, it's bones beginning to erode away, stood in a mixture of sludge, flesh, and liquid organs. I felt the bile and attempted to look away, but I couldn't.

The rockets looked horrified, backing away form the swampert with expressions that couldn't be described if I tried. The swamperts skeletal Jaw moved as though it were talking, but no sound came from it's non-existent vocal cords.
The pokemon looked at me expressionlessly, it's hollow eye sockets bearing into me. Kurosu was silent as the skeletal swampert took a step closer to me.

All at once it seemed to silently shriek to itself, it's Jaw wide open, and hands on either side of it's skull.
All at once it ran out of the lab, and I was left alone.

Horrified at what I had done I sunk to the floor on my knees. Kurosu was still silent, in obvious shock.
Eventually I left that place, all of The Rockets had run when they had seen the swampert.

I, on the other hand, am trying to find the poor pokemon.
I want to make up for my mistakes.
I have no excuse for what I did.
Kurosu is still with me, but ever since that day she's been afraid of swamperts.


And I don't blame her.