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This is my best one-shot in my opinion. Crit as you please.

Fallen

Clang. The trap-door below me shuddered and started to buckle, churning the inhabitants of the plane's cargo hold, pokemon destined as petty prizes for a game corner, into a milling mass of fur, colors, and flames from Ponytas and other "burning" pokemon. Only myself, an Azumarill named Cooper, stayed seated on the floor. So it had to end this way formyself and the baby Wynaut in my care.

"Come on, get muving! Slugma vould go faster than you!" the Pokemon Trainer from Rocket cried, cracking his whip and marching two dejected looking pokemon into the belly of the plane. "Mommy, why is he treating those pokemon that way?" a young girl inqured her mother, tugging at the leg of her pants. "...Natalie, the plane will be leaving soon." the mother said hurredly, tugging her daughter into the plane and away from the Azumarill and baby Wynaut, who joined the mass of pokemon in the hold.

The trapdoors finally gave way. In a second we were flung into space, slipstream whistling past their ears and tugging at their fur or feathers. Those who could fly did so, dissapearing upward like a paratrooper loosing his chute. Those who could not hurtled to their doom, flailing their limbs around to no avail.
But not me. I had never liked my life anyway, might as well loose it... Even as my life flashed before my eyes I remained calm.

A weeping Azurill was wrenched from the hands of the Day Care couple, by merciless Rocket grunts on the prowl for rare pokemon. "Here," a grunt snickered, tossing a rock at the Couple. " 'bout as much as it's worth anyway," and drove off. The old man comforted his wife, saying, "At least they did not get the egg...The one we need most.."

In the midst of the chaos, I was holding the crying Wynaut close to her, cradling the scared pokemon. "Hush, hush...It will all be alright..." I said, even though I did not beleive it. Looking up, my thoughts seemed to hit home when I saw a Charmander, not even a toddler, perish before my very eyes as the vicious wind snatched away his tail fire, snuffing out his life. I supposed it was merciful. The poor pokemon wouldn't die in the painful crash.

At the rocket base...the Marill was exposed to simulated Water Stone radiation, and began the painful, unnatural evolvolution. Wings grew from her back then withered, she flashed Shiny, Normal, Shiny again, extra limbs sprouted from her then separated, writhing on the floor like snakes, The process stopped, leaving her gasping for breath on the floor, recooperating after the horrible, nauseating experience.

The ground wasn't ten yards away now. As I cradled the Wynaut, I thought, So young. So very young...He hasn't experienced anything yet...He has only known the cruelty of the world...From the moment he hatched, he's had hardship...

The rockets came back for the hatchling. "Hand the whelp over!" a rocket grunt demanded, holding out hus outstretched palm. "or we'll tear this joint apart!" He wasn't bluffing. High level pokemon stood at the ready, charging hyper beams aimed at the main building and the frightened pokemon of the daycare. With tears in her eyes, the elderly woman said, "Take it, but I beg you, do not harm the others!" She threw the just hatched Wynaut at the rocket. Smirking, the grunt said, "Fire."
The peaceful PokeSanctuary was levelled, pokemon with it.

Seconds from impact. Not even that. In the final moments of my life, searing anger flowed through my veins. "Parachute!" I yelled, flinging Wynaut into the air, who spread out its arms and was lost in the slipstream when the rushing air caught in the wide flaps. The energy of anger left me only a split second before I make contact with the ground.

A hundred pokemon cried out in unison, then fell silent as their life was suddenly extinguished.

Wynaut touched down and mourned for the dead, wailing in a language no one else had spoken for a millenia. Silently, willingly, he joined them.