The Dratini sat motionless at the bottom of the lake, coiled up. Its eyes 
were closed, but it was not asleep.
'I'll ask you again, do you know anything about the attacks?', her mother 
said softly, gliding over the bed of the lake. The dratini opened an eye.
'Mother, someone needs to do something. This is my chance to make a 
difference.' She replied, her gaze fixed frirmly ahead. Quickly, she darted 
foward and snatched a magikarp swimming idly around, devouring it. Her mother 
watched the procedure with sad eyes.
'There are other ways of making a difference. Peaceful ways. I 
understand...', her mother said carefully, twisting her tail anxiously.
'You don't understand', and with that, the dratini darted off, determination 
in her eyes. 'They will realise, sooner or later...'

David woke up. Where was he? Where was everyone? What happened? He sat up. He 
was in a large room with pale green walls. And lots of beds. A hospital. He, 
turned his head to face a nurse striding towards him, the process making his 
neck crack.
'Oh, your awake!', she said in an Azealen accent, as she bustled around 
checking this and that. 'Your'e at Goldenrod general hospital. Do you remeber 
going to a catching show? Well-', she suddenly cut off as a news reporter 
appeared on screen. Grimacing, he shuffled his papers and began,' Yesterday 
evening, at eight thirty, an enraged Ryperior attacked the Pal Park. A number 
of casulties occured, and the building itself is in a state of ruin. A SWAT 
team has succesfully subdued the Ryperior, and reports that the Pokemon was 
wild, not under influence from trainers.
Once again, a Ryperior has assaulted Pal Park.'
The nurse turned to David. There wasn't much else to say.

Meanwhile, in Blackthorn City, Dratini made her appearance. Clair, the dragon 
type Gym leader of the city, was at Dragon's Den, visiting the Shrine and 
training her Pokemon. She had just finished a rigorous session of battling, 
and was about to surf back to the city, when Dratini burst out of the water, 
murder in her eyes. 
Clair felt the waves of hostility and backed away, her mouth opening to 
scream, or to command, or perhaps both, when the Dratini surged foward and 
constricted the Gym leader in a rib-cracking embrace. Entwined, they fell, 
almost in slow motion, off the bank and into the lake.
Down, down they plummeted, bubbles exploding from Clair's mouth, as they sank 
like stones to the surface. Clair was lucky. As she thrashed and writhed 
against the dragons grip, her hand scrabbled over a pokeball at her side. She 
pressed the button. A blast of white light. And then air, lots of it. She 
broke to the surface and trod water, spluttering. Behind her, the Dratini and 
her Dragonair were locked in combat, jets of fire clashing, tails thrashing, 
slamming and wheeling over the lakes surface. Clair frantically swum to the 
surface. As soon as she rolled ashore, she threw her other pokeball. A 
Kingdra burst from it, skimming over the water towards the Dratini, its mouth 
opening for a dragonbreath. But Dratini suddenly lurched foward and clamped 
her jaws over Dragonair's neck, poised to kill. Kingdra stopped. Move, 
Dratini was saying, and I will kill. The three pokemon stood in a tense 
stalemate, each tense and alert, until a new sound split the air, the chatter 
of machine gun fire. There was a screech of rage as Dratini dived into the 
lake, the bullets strafing across her back. She dived back down to the 
surface, an aqua ring appearing to heal her wounds. Clair returned her 
pokemon and ran towards the newcomers, two men on a Pidgeot's back, one 
cradling a Mini Uzi.
They landed and greeted Clair, their faces grim and afraid. 
'Whats going on?' Clair asked breathlessly, staring up at the men, 'Why are 
the pokemon doing this?'