Pokemon: Doomsday

He'd known he was special. Saw it in the otherworldly glow his eyes took on when he was mad. Felt it in the thrum of his veins and the pulse of his blood. He knew he was special. That was the only thing keeping him going at times like this. They hated him. They hated him for as long as he could remember. It still hurt. XXXX A choose your own adventure book. I have a vague plot in my mind but it'll mostly be determined by you. If nobody responds I'll just write it like a normal book lol.