In a distant laboratory, all was silent. Not even the slightest whisper of sound dared penetrate the thick, peaceful yet intimidating silence. Suddenly, a green Pokemon stepped foreword. Its body was battered and bleeding, and its breathing was ragged and came in quick, raspy pants. The Pokemon gave all appearances of being a Pikachu, but its tail had a black tip and the black part on its ears poked out into triangles. “Haven’t you had enough?” Giovanni asked, smirking from his perch in his leather chair as he watched in cold amusement the Pikachus’ flanks heave in effort to gain a precious breath of air to its exhausted lungs. “Over. My. Dead. Body.” It answered in an obviously male voice, grinning to reveal a mouth of sharp teeth though it was covered in bloody, gaping scratch wounds from the Persian that stood in front of Giovanni. “I’m sorry that it has come to this then, Scourge.” The Pikachu narrowed its eyes behind its red sunglasses. “What are you talking about? I’m fine.” He lied, lashing his tail in spite of the bleeding tear on the edge. Giovanni chuckled and threw a black collar with red spikes and an R dangling off it into the...