In the neighboring region of Johto, a boy lay sleeping within a hospital in Ecruteak City. He groaned softly as he awoke. His eyes fluttered open, met with the fluorescent light above him, running a hand through the sable hair on his head as he looked around. Amongst the faint chattering of people nearby, he heard a calm beeping noise from a machine near him. He grunted, lifting himself into a sitting position.
"Where am I?" he asked. "What's going on here?" He felt out of place in his surroundings, starting to become worried as he had no idea how he ended up in the hospital.
"Hello?!" he nervously shouted. He then heard a voice outside his hospital room, just before the door opened, a rather friendly-looking man in a white coat entering the room with a smile.
"Well, hello there!" he boisterously exclaimed. The dark-haired boy had worry painted all over his face, staring at the doctor with his green eyes. "I see you're finally awake. That was some nap you took, young man."
"I... what--where..." the boy fumbled on his words. With so many questions racing through his head, he was unsure of which to ask first. The doctor calmly looked over his vital signs on the monitor near his bed, just as a nurse walked in.
"Who are you?" the boy cautiously asked. The doctor laughed in response.
"That's the nurse, of course," he replied amused. "She's going to take your blood pressure now. In the meanwhile, why don't you tell me your name?"
"I, uh... I don't... I don't know..." he muttered, a thoughtful frown on his face as he tried to remember but came up with nothing. He warily eyed the nurse as she pulled out an electronic blood pressure meter from a nearby drawer, pulling the velcro halves away from each other.
"Hmm, curious," the doctor muttered as he looked over a chart at the end of his bed. "Do you remember how you got here?"
"No, I... I can't remember," he replied, beginning to hyperventilate. "Where--where am I?"
"It's okay now, son," the doctor quietly spoke, trying to calm him down. "You're in the hospital right now." The nurse hooked the velcro around the boy's arm, pressing a couple of buttons on the hooked electronic device, causing it to rapidly fill with air.
"The h-hospital?" he nervously asked. "What happened to me?!"
"Calm down, now," the doctor reassured him, "everything is okay." He glanced at the nurse who looked on with worry as the boy's blood pressure level began climbing dramatically.
"It's not okay!" the boy shouted in a panic, grabbing his head as he squinted his eyes closed. "I can't remember anything! Why can't I remember?!" His hands began to glow a pitch-black aura, unnoticed by the doctor and nurse as they both put a hand on his back to console him. The boy screamed out in a panic, his eyes shooting open, completely shrouded in black just as his hands were. Suddenly, various objects began to fly around the room, all surrounded by the black aura the boy seemed to be giving off. The nurse shouted in fear as she and the doctor ducked to the ground, calling for help while dodging the medical equipment, supplies and electronic devices that swirled around the room as though in a tornado.
The aides that entered the room were baffled, stunned and wary to approach. The boy had a look of torn sadness on his face, more scared that he had no memory than of his surreal power. After a few moments of objects endlessly swirling around the room, one by one, they began to fall to the floor as lifelessly as they were to begin with. The boy's eyes closed, weary from the ordeal, falling back onto the bed, unconscious. The doctor and nurse cautiously stood up, staring at the slumbering boy with shocked expressions.
"What just happened?" the nurse asked.
"I don't know," the doctor replied. "But I don't think this is something that medicine can cure." The doctor left the room, picking up a nearby phone to call the police. He explained everything that happened over the phone to the incredulous operator. Warily, the operator sent a couple of officers to the hospital to see what was going on. It didn't take long for the police to arrive. At the same time, two tall men in dark suits entered the hospital behind the officers, stepping in front of them where they had a short chat with them. Curiously, the officers walked right back out the hospital doors, while the two men in black continued into the hospital, making their way to the doctor.
"Hello," the doctor greeted them. "Are you the police?" One of the men shook his head, pulling out a gold badge from his coat pocket.
"We're with the government," he quietly spoke. "We'll be taking over the investigation."
"I see," the doctor replied with some confusion.
"Please, explain everything for us as you remember it," the same man said. "We'd also like you to take us to the subject."
"Very well then," the doctor said. "Follow me." He led the two men down the hall and into the boy's room, explaining what had happened, causing the two men to glance at each other with serious expressions every so often. As they walked into the room, they were surprised to see how young and fragile the boy looked sleeping there, a far cry from what they were just informed he had done.
"On behalf of the government we'd like to thank you for your cooperation," the same man said to the doctor, "but we'll be taking over from here." At that moment, the other man dialed a number on his cell phone and spoke quietly to the party on the other end.
"What?" the doctor asked incredulously. "He's still a patient of this hospital. The boy seems to be suffering from amnesia. We're not sure he's fully recovered yet."
"Don't worry," the first man reassured him with a convincing smile, "he'll be covered by the best medical care Johto has to offer." He then turned around with the other man, his smile quickly fading as his partner nodded to him. Within a few minutes, a small team of government officials and doctors came in through the hospital's front doors, wheeling a stretcher.
"I really don't think this is a good idea," the doctor said as the boy was loaded onto the stretcher.
"I promise you," the man in black reassured him, "he's in good hands." The doctor sighed as he watched the boy wheeled out of the room and out of the hospital, left to wonder about the mysterious boy's fate.
Later, the boy awoke once more in a similar room he recalled passing out in, but it was not the same, which immediately worried him. He quickly sat up, finding himself in a smaller room, a metal door in front of him and a pane of dark glass on the wall at his side.
"Hello?" he called out, hoping someone would come through the door like the doctor did before. He waited a few minutes, but no one came.
"Hello?!" he called out again, more frantic, beginning to hyperventilate again. "Hello!" he shouted, leaping out of bed in nothing more than a hospital gown and skivvies, banging loudly on the door. He continued to do so, harder and harder, his fists starting to radiate with his black aura, causing large dents in the door each time he struck it. He panted frantically, wanting nothing more than to leave.
His eyes widened in panic, glowing with the aura, as he focused his attention on the dark window. In a frenzy, he picked up the heavy bed with ease, launching it through the window with a scream, shattering it on impact. It was then he realized there were people on the other side of the window that had been watching him, but did nothing to help him. They were either pressed against the wall or on the floor, having all moved out of the way when they saw the bed coming at them.
"Restrain him!" one of the men shouted. Almost immediately, a small team of men burst through the door, restraining the boy as they pricked his arm with a needle, injecting him with a foreign liquid. The boy panicked, his arms covered in the black aura as he threw one of the men to the wall. His eyes were wide with fear, his body pumping with adrenaline. He set his sights on attacking the other men, but the injection took effect quickly with his heart pumping rapidly. Just as he lurched at another one of the men, he fell unconscious to the floor, much to the relief of the others.
"He's much too dangerous," one of the men in the observation room muttered to another, a seemingly high-ranking official. "He needs to be restrained." The other man nodded with a thoughtful hum, as he watched the team in the other room lift the boy up and carry him out into a much quieter, more guarded area of the compound.
The next time the boy awoke, he groaned weakly, lifting an arm only to realize he could not. His eyes shot open, looking over to see his arm was chained to the wall behind him with some sort of glowing energy bonds. The same was true for his other limbs. There was no comfortable bed for him anymore, forced to stand at all times. He panicked, becoming confused, scared and angry. The dark energy started to exude from his body once more as he yelled and struggled, but the energy in the bonds were too strong for his own.
"No!" he shouted, struggling in vain, unwilling to accept the fact that he was trapped but unable to escape no matter how hard he tried. He grit his teeth in a rage, before letting out a scream that every living person on the entire compound could hear.