"What do you think you're doing?"
The voice, above her, through the crimson veil, her crimson veil her seeping lifeblood, she saw him. Who was he? He was tall with blue hair and eyes of a brilliant leaf green.
"You have pretty eyes," she said, almost delirious with the sweet pain.
He dropped down before her and grabbed both her wrists. The pain bit as surely as the glass had. Somehow he managed to wrap cloth around her wrists without releasing them for more than a few seconds. She just sat there and stared at him. Her head felt woosy, as though someone had sucked out her brains and pumped the empty hollow fill of cloud. Her fur was caked with blood.
"Now," he said, wiping his hands on his tattered jeans. "I repeat my question, what do you think you're doing?"
She looked up into those eyes as green as the grass. "I'm chasing the rainbow," she said, and then fainted.

When she awoke, much to her surprise. She found she was not, in fact dead. This startled her, for her memories had her dancing along the rainbow in delight. She frowned.
"What did you bring me back for?" She said, pouting.
The man's face appeared above her. He smiled. "Because it is not yet your time to die, Brooke."
"I don't wanna be Brooke, can't you be Brooke and I'll be someone else for a while?"
He sat down on the bed beside her. "Unfortunately, life doesn't work that way," he said. "I'm James."
"Hey, I know you, you were with Team Rocket." She dragged herself away from him, staring at him with rabid dark eyes. "You can't take me back, you can't. I won't let you. I'll, I'll spit water at you, lots of water!"
"I was," he replied, "but no more. I'm here to help you be free."
"But you stopped me being free, I'd caught the rainbow."
He shook his head sadly. "You had not caught the rainbow, child, you were hallucinating. I can show you the rainbow."
"You can?" She smiled at him and grabbed his arm with her hand. Instantly pain shot up her arm. "It burns," she whispered.
"It hurts, I know," he said gently, but for some reason it disturbed her.
"How can you know?" She screamed at him, her wrists throbbing as she pulled herself into a crouch. "You have human head, human body you don't know how it hurts to be different to be a freak to be hated by all who see you. You don't know and... and you stole the rainbow from me."
He placed a reassuring hand on her narrow shoulder. "Be calm," he said, "and describe for me what's beyond the rainbow."
She looked at him as if he were insane. "You want to know what I saw? Beyond the rainbow."
"Yes," he said, and nodded.
"Okay, I'll tell you, but only cos you have such pretty eyes." She smiled at him. "I reached for the pretty colours and they slipped through my fingers, like sand or light and then I tumbled forward and into the brightness and beyond that there was lots and lots and lots of colours, really pretty ones, and lots of little rainbows. And a little dragon with butterfly wings flew up to me an said, he said, "hello Brooke and welcome to the gardens of delight," just like that. So I smiled at him and said, "hello little dragon" and he smiled and turned into lots of little butterflies and flew away.
"I didn't like it when he flew away. It made me feel like they didn't want me here, you know, unwelcome. But then a tree walked over to me and said, "hello Brooke." And we were in a beautiful place with lovely green fields and a beautiful big lake with rippling silver waters and lots of sparkling fish. It was beautiful."
"How would you feel if I told you that you could go to your paradise."
"I'd say you were a nasty lying man." She said with a pout. "You take me from the pretty world and bring me back here and then try and make me sad with promises."
James looked at her, his green eyes sparkling. "But there is such a place, a secluded island, where all the other Pokemorphs and Pookamon that have escaped can go. And I can tell you how to get there."
"You can?!!" She grinned and grabbed his arm. "Then tell me mister greeneyes!"
He smiled. "I shall."
And he did.