Abnormally (Advanceshipping)

[Satoshi<3]

I'm back everyone! I'm currently working on a fan fiction on fanfiction.net and thought I would share this to all you guys :3

Disclaimer: I do not own anything including characters, Pokemon, and regions used in this story. OC characters I own, and that's about it.

Rating: T

Abnormally

Preface



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(January 10th: 9:58 PM [Kanto Region: Location-Unknown])

Thin rays of light beamed through cracks in the splintered ceiling and on the tall man below. In the moonlight, the man's breath came out in puffs of cold air, he as rubbed the sides of his arms for warmth. The scent of rusted metal and the salted sea lingered in the atmosphere, reminding him of a place he used to go to in Jhoto during the summertime. Inhaling the familiar air, the black haired man gazed deeply into the dark room, trying to make out silhouetted figures in the shadows. He could feel something in that pitch darkness calling out to him, beckoning him to come closer, as if that darkness would surely protect him and help him find the peace that has always been so far away. He entered into another light beam and came to a halt. Closing his eyes he basked in the moon's radiance and thought of all the things in the world.

Every little memory, words, and lessons that made itself known to him, slowly faded as they came and was replaced by the muted darkness. He would have to forget in order to move forward. Opening his eyes again to the pale light he had felt lighter and more hollow inside. The clasp of a switch picked his hearing and an electric zap came from one of the florescent lights hanging above him. It flickered for a second, and then from the first row of lights following down, they all turned on. The moon's glow disappeared from his touch and was replaced by the blinking light of the warehouse's old lamps. His eyes blurred to the sudden change of lightening, forcing him to blink away the tinge of pain that sprouted from the back of his eye.

Rubbing his eyes, he spoke to no one in particular, "This place still runs after all these years?" After constant rubbing and the adjustment of his eyes, something struck the back of his shoulder abruptly and hissed at him to continue moving. He glanced over his shoulder to a man a few inches shorter than him, wearing a white lab coat. The older man scratched at his silver goatee and grunted rudely at him to walk.

Aaron secretly wanted to wring these people's necks.

Dipping his head in apology, Aaron continued onward without a word. He could feel the man's glare bore into his back making him a bit uncomfortable. Aaron tried his best to ignore the old man, but found himself facing a crowd of angry looking doctors instead. They all crowded around him as he walked past them. Then it wasn't just the old fart that was following him, but now a crowd of angry looking doctors.

Aaron felt annoyed having all these people surrounding him like some jail mate. It was bad enough that he was sent here to be experimented on. Aaron's hazel eyes wondered around the warehouse, consuming his surroundings as a shiver ran up his spine. Metal, rectangular planks bolted to the walls where covered with dents and scratches, the white tiles underneath his feet were commonly stained with black splatters, and the warehouse felt like a meat locker. Continuing down the room between unused stainless steel counters, Aaron would spot movement, seeing shadows dart across the floor and split. It was a sight right out of a horror film. The 28 year old cuffed his hands over his lips and blew warm air into them. These people must really not like me...Aaron sighed, surpassing another shiver from passing up his spine. All he wanted to do was get the hell out of here.

But he couldn't. If he did he would only be dragged back and be tossed forcefully onto a metal table without a sleek of help. If he left these people would go after his wife, go after Jason. Aaron clenched his jaw from the memory just hours ago, where a group of black coated men intruded his house and threatened to hurt his wife if he didn't come with them. The back of his neck heated and the hairs on his arms rose like the hackles on a dogs back. He really hated these people. He really hated himself.

Tiny flutters of blue like flames begin to spark around the outside of his skin, thin ribbons of silver and blue wrapping from the tips of his fingers up to his shoulders. Sensing that his anger was getting out of hand Aaron abruptly demanded the azure flames to settle down and return back inside him. Hesitantly the flames fluttered and vanished in seconds. Taking a few breathes to control his anger Aaron wished his power to stay put and told it that it was not needed for right now. He felt his abnormal power slip away into the darkness deep inside him. Touching the center of his stomach where the power had slipped away, Aaron's hazel eyes darkened and a frown deepened on his features.

The power that lived inside him was what these people have been searching for. This was the reason why he was here. From what Aaron could remember from what his father had told him, the power that resided inside him wasn't an accident, or rather coincidental, but fate. His father had the same power resided inside him also up until his passing, and said that they were special. It wasn't just them, but rather their ancestors had first been granted this awesome power and had somehow been able to pass it down through the generations. It always made him wonder how his father had been able to live peacefully all these years with this powerful force always begging to come out. Aaron gripped at his black shirt as the power inside him moved like a snake made out of electricity. Throughout his 23 years of living, he had never grown used to the thing that lived inside him. It was disturbing to think that he had no power over himself, that someday this force will someday take over him unless he discovers how to call out to it when he needs it most.

"Sir" behind him, the old man from before grappled his shoulder, pulling Aaron out of his thoughts and a few steps backwards. Aaron swung around in annoyance and glared into the man's black beady eyes. The man showed no emotion and his voice rumbled in a hoarse tone, "Please wait here while we open the door and get your room situated." With a brief curl of his lip, the man slugged past him, followed by the rest of the white coated posy. Aaron made a face and folded his arms over his chest. What got up his A s s?

As the group of white huddled around the sealed stainless steel door, Aaron stood back with two men who were waiting for him when they arrived. Aaron randomly glanced to the person on the left side of him, to a blonde man who had an unusual shade of gold in his eyes. The gentleman wore the same coat as the other five people within the group, except that his coat had a patch clipped onto his right shoulder of a blue bird made of fire. Aaron glared at the man as the flashes of his memories reminded him not to trust him.

This man who was once his best friend was not to be trusted.

The blonde moved his eyes to him, his eyebrows crunching up in anger "What are you doing glaring at me with those ungodly eyes." Aaron kept silent remembering to keep his calm. The man crossed his arms and faced him, "Hope pathetic. You're supposed to have all the power in the world, yet here you are, chained and dragged by people less superior than you."

"I wasn't dragged here." He snapped, "And I am just like everyone who's here Daniel, don't be putting your teammates down like that." The man laughed at him, causing Aaron to tighten his fists. "You're the one who sent those assholes to my house."

The man named Daniel grinned deviously, "It was the only way to convince you to give in"

"Your men threatened my wife!"

"Your wife was in danger even before I barged in. You honestly think that she can live a carefree life with the likes of you?"

"Shut up! The point is you brought my wife into this!" Aaron could feel electricity all around him which was not a good sign. "She didn't need to be involved—"

"But she was" he interrupted, stuffing his hand into his coat pocket for a cigarette, "She was involved because she was with you. You see? What if someone less passionate were to come instead of me?" Daniel smiled as he found a single cig, and placed it in his mouth, "That would be horrible."

Aaron could not hold back his anger as he called out the power within him to come out, the being inside him rushing out to aid his purpose. An explosion of energy blasted out from the core of his body, sparking ribbons of silver and many shades of blue to surround the outside of his skin. The ribbons morphed together into a mirage kind of effect, creating a force known as his aura. Daniel felt as if an invisible force had slammed right into his body, pushing him a couple feet away from the glowing man before him. An orchestra of yells and gasps came from the people by the steel door, captivated and frightened of the sight of the man's onslaught power. It was almost god like, a sight from a fiction book or movie. Biting on his cigarette, Daniel searched for another object inside the opposite pocket of his coat, still watching the man who hated him begin to walk towards him. His long fingers wrapped around the cold handle, and quickly brought it out to face the stalking man in front of him. Aaron halted seeing the silver gun in the Daniel's hands and only grew angrier. An animal like roar escaped from his throat as he took a chance and lunged himself at him. The gun was faster.

The sound of it was very faint, a sound an arrow made when it is sent through the air. The bullet buried a deep wound inside his shoulder blade, on contact releasing an excoriating shock that sent him to the ground. His back collided with ground painfully, knocking the wind right of his lungs, and sending the power to fade away. Aaron tried to pick himself but found himself paralyzed to the point that he could not even lift his head. Panting and feeling his inner being slowly fading away, he heard an annoying cackled from somewhere around him. Shortly, the blonde was back in his view, bending over him with the gun he shot him with dangling in his hands. Aaron wanted to kick him in the face.

"So this is the man made out of the hands of god himself? You are an interesting man Aaron Ketchum."

[midnightjewelz]

Wow, what a start. I'm surprised no body has reviewed on this.

I love the emotions; you gave a great insight on what has and is happening to Aaron. The scenery and how you describe it is fantastic. It's wonderful and you paint a picture in their minds very well.

The cliffhanger is nice as well. I'm looking forward to the next chapter. It's been awhile since i got this hooked to a advanceshippnig story.

~midnight

[Satoshi<3]

Wow, what a start. I'm surprised no body has reviewed on this.

I love the emotions; you gave a great insight on what has and is happening to Aaron. The scenery and how you describe it is fantastic. It's wonderful and you paint a picture in their minds very well.

The cliffhanger is nice as well. I'm looking forward to the next chapter. It's been awhile since i got this hooked to a advanceshippnig story.

~midnight

Oh hello there! :3
One, thank you so much for replying, it means so much to me.
and Two, thank you so much for reading! D
I work really hard on detail as you can see, because well, I'm honestly better at writing about that then coming up with dialogue. I'm really glad you like my story and thank you again for taking the time to reply!

-Satoshi<3

[Speedy_Fox_IV]

I remember reading this on Fanfiction.net. So your posting it here too then. I'll keep a look out for your further updates. Keep up the good work.

[Satoshi<3]

Hello everyone I'm back with another chapter of Abnormally! This is the Prologue so this chapter is kind of short, and also I want to thank my replies who posted on the Preface. Thank you so much! And Now I reward you with this next chapter!

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Prologue

A world that is depended on light is a world that opens the eyes of believers, welcomes the hearts of those who are not afraid to feel, and used in your deepest troubles when you are in a need of help. A world that hides behind the lights shadow is known as darkness, a negative and horrifying existence that sends fear into the hearts of others. As there are people of the light, there are also people who live among the shadows. Most of what we see that emerges from the dark is strong and lashing emotions that take over the point of views of others. Not that the pitch blackness blinded them, but it was as if there was a sheet of film that covered over their eyes, causing their images to appear blurry, and caused them to become confused about what lies ahead of him/her. This is how people joined the darkness…. Confused, and not sure about what laid ahead. Considered by many, darkness symbolizes as being evil, as light is the symbol of all that is good. The world would be a better place if only good existed one group would say. Another would shout proudly that evil shall rule over everything. Both sides are wrong however, as that good would never last without evil. To be good you must have a purpose that made you take the role, as to being evil you needed a person to bring troubles on. There would be no night or day, no love or hate, no reason to exist. Light and dark depends on each other, so we must learn how to cope with its conflicts, and begin to live in a new dawn…..

The meaning of Right and Wrong
- J. Eclipse

As the tall woman read the ripped page taken out of a book she found lying on the floor, she simply folded it, and placed it inside her coat pocket. She lifted her topaz eyes to the empty gallon of gasoline next to her feet, then to her partner that stood at the doorway. The man’s wardrobe was strictly black: black jacket with a black hood that covered his blond hair, black pants, shoes, eyes… down to his tattoo on his neck. He was tall (but not compared to how tall his partner was) and had that type of calm and easygoing personality despite his sinister appearance.

“You done sightseeing?” The woman smiled and nodded a confirmed yes, “I already gathered the data that our friend was so kind to provide for us” He waved a red flash drive in the air,
“And everything seems to be going as planned.”

“That’s how it should be.” She responded with a laugh.
Her partner chewed on the rubber end of the flash drive in a playful manor, and spun on his heel, “Well I’ll let you finish up here.”

She waited until he was gone from her sight, then she swiftly bent down to a man cringing against the cabinets, and lowered her voice. “So Mr. Jason” the middle age man flinched when her lips formed his name, “I’m going to ask you one more time, and be wise with your words.” She raised a lighter up to his face, “I don’t like to kill of important sources.” Jason stared at her in fear, “Where is he?”

It took him a second to gather his voice, and to speak out over a whisper, “He’s safe.”
“That’s good to hear…” she played with the silver lighter, flicking it off and on. “Is he on this island?”
His voice shook, “N-no.”

“Where is he then?”

Jason didn’t want to be here, in this situation, he wanted to be with his wife and family, wanted to go home and tell everyone how his day went. Not here. The man inhaled the fumes of gasoline on his clothes, and closed his eyes. He swore he wouldn’t tell anyone about the boy, he took an oath that he would put his life first before his. This boy was important, more important than his life…the world. Jason opened his eyes to the woman again, and felt strangely calmer.

“I’m not going to answer that question.”

She frowned, and slowly her eyes grew into yellow slits. “Wrong answer.”

A burst of flame appeared from her small lighter, and she dropped it on the floor. Soon the floor was ignited, and slowly was making its way to the broken man. Jason knew he was doing the right thing. This was the right thing to do. He would miss his family, and regret not having the time to say that he loved them. He closed his eyes right when the tall being began to walk away. He would miss his wife the most.

A shattering scream bounced off the walls inside the crumbling building, and there was no one there that cared to help. Outside the man from before leaned against a helicopter, and watched the black smoke and amber rise into the air. “So he was no help?” he assumed.

“Sadly enough, he wasn’t.” she walked up the small hill to him, removing a burgundy strand of hair away from her face, “Well it doesn’t matter, we at least have some information.”
“Always the positive one.” He grinned, and opened the helicopter door.

The woman glanced behind her shoulder to the burning building, and then back to her friend, “Someone has to shed some light on very dark times.”

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[midnightjewelz]

Your dialogue is fine, I have no idea why you say it isn't as good as the description.

I find it interesting that the second chapter is the prologue, by doing this you increase the mystery and the plot thickens even more. I like this.

Short chapter but prologues aren't really meant to be long. anyway keep up the good work.

[Satoshi<3]

Thank you midnightjewelz for replying to my chapters! I thank you for all your wonderful words

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Chapter 1

B i r t h d a y

Day hazed under a covering of clouds that hovered over Mt. Shady, as the skies warned Pokémon of a possible shower coming ahead. The plains of Mt. Shady were wide, refreshing, and a cave accompanied the space just a mile away. The grass grew just at the height of your ankles, and the air was crisp and clean. Inhaling this air was better than inhaling city smog, or being on a boat were you had to stay inside your room. Sinnoh was known for its rather large landscapes, drastic weather, and interesting Pokémon that claimed the land. In fact a few Pokémon played freely in the grassy field. A few Sinnoh Pokémon such as a small Piplup and a large Mamoswine were comparing graceful moves to each other, as other Pokémon who came from other regions played tag together. They weren’t alone though, as their dear friends also accompanied them. Three people in fact: one trainer, one breeder, and one coordinator. All different ages, all different tastes and likings, yet all of them were so close.

The youngest, and only female in the group was named Dawn. Her spunky, go get em’! attitude usually lightened up the group’s personalities, and her sense of what was cute and adorable was completely a thing that the others in her group could not fully understand. With her long midnight blue hair and matching eyes, pink boots, pink scarf, and her trademark black and white dress anyone who even laid eyes on her could tell that she was very girly. Her white beanie with a pink poke ball emblem was thrown inside her yellow backpack at the moment, so only her golden barrettes pulled her hair away from her face. Dawn was currently sitting in a chair, occupied with trying to answer a question that her older friend had asked. Obviously she was having a hard time guessing which Nurse Joy or Officer Jenny he loved the most.

The 20 year old perverted cook…or in his friend’s cases Brock, was busily igniting a fire so he could start frying up some rice that he had recently bought. Brock is oddly tall for his age, and had the most narrowed eyes in the world. His appearance seemed to set people of guard because his actions were completely different from his looks. From first glace you would expect him to be the type of guy that was kind, and knew almost everything if you asked him. With his long tan khaki pants, Black and Russet striped vest over his forest green collared shirt, he looked like an average 20 year old guy. Well that was the case if you were male, but if you happened to be an older female that happened to cross his way, that was a totally different story. His hair always stayed the same also, spiked up with gel, and his shoes matched his vest too. Once he got the fire up, he turned to his bag to take out his trusty frying pan, and rummaged for the oil.

“Say Ash” he moved more things inside his endless hole of stuff, “Didn’t I just buy oil?”

The teen with the name popped a potato chip into his mouth, and lazily turned his head to the lost breeder, “On the table Brock.”

Ash laid down in the plush grass with a bag of potato chips balanced on his chest, munching them hungrily as if he hadn’t ate a bag just a few minutes ago. The raven haired teen was a laid back kind of guy when he had nothing to do, but when it came to battling or capturing new Pokémon he became a different motivated person. His heart was big, and his head was rather unexpected, and unique. Ash was the person you depended on when you were feeling down and his motivation and passion for Pokémon was greatly viewed upon. Sometimes he could be a major hot head, and dive into predicaments head on without thinking, but he wasn’t the type of person that would run away from those troubles, or hold grudges. His uniform contained a black vest with a yellow ‘V’ stripe angling out from where the zipper would connect, and underneath a black t-shirt clad him. The 14- or rather now 15 year old trainer exhaled deeply, ran a green and black gloved hand through his pitch black hair, and smiled up to the clouds. It was nice to just sit back and breathe for once.

“Ash— ah here it is!—” Brock snapped the bottle of oil off the table and splashed some in the pan, “Put those chips away, you’ll spoil your lunch.”

“Knowing Ash’s stomach, he’d probably still want to eat after, hmmm, the fifth bag he’s already devoured?” Ash swung his head to the right, and frowned. Dawn laughed to herself with the company of Brock, and kicked her feet up on the empty chair next to her. Ash rolled his eyes and popped another chip in his mouth. She shrugged, and turned to Brock, “Is it… Officer Jenny form Snow Point city?” Brock held a stupid smile on his lips with hearts practically flying everywhere. “I knew it!” she slapped an excited fist on the table, ” She’s the one with the cool glasses right?” The breeder shook his head to control himself, and nodded. Dawn cheered with a pumped up fist in success.

“I thought you would have liked a Joy more than a Jenny.” Ash thought aloud.

“Ah, it really doesn’t matter!” He sighed, and dreamily poured some rice into his sizzling pan, ”They’re all beautiful and dear to my eyes...”

“Yeah sure” Dawn smirked, “Until Croagunk leaves you seeing stars that is.” Ash gave out a muffled laugh, and tried to hide it with a gloved hand.

Brock raised an eyebrow, “Oh?” “Like how Pachirisu zaps you with discharge? Leaving you seeing stars?” Dawn narrowed her eyes in annoyance, already knowing where the conversation was heading. ”Let’s not forget what happens to your hair—”

”ALRIGHT! I get it, I’m sorry!”
“Alrighty then!” he tossed the rice around in the pan.

Ash reached for another chip, but only received left over salt. With a groan, he jumped up, and walked over to where everyone’s bags were. Dawn glanced at him as he tossed his trash randomly into his backpack, and was still rummaging for any food. Unfortunately, there was only his clothes and wallet. He fell backwards colliding with grass again, and held his head in annoyance. Dawn laughed and shook her head. Ash ignored her. He was a lean guy with a big appetite. It wasn’t his fault! Brock told him he would have to wait a little bit until the food was done, and his stomach gave a growl in response. Stupid stomach. Ash glowered, and watched all the Pokémon play upside-down.

”So birthday boy….” Ash didn’t move, but listened, ” After lunch we should head to a Pokémon center. Your mom is probably dying to hear from you.”

”For sure!” Ash raised his hand blocking the rays of light that poured from a gap of clouds, ”My mom would kill me if I didn’t.”

”Speaking of mothers, I should probably call mine too.” Brock piped up in thought.

“Yeah, it would be nice to talk to my mom too.” Dawn sighed and slumped in her seat, ”She’s probably wondering what my appeals will be for the next contest.”

Ash yawned, and simply pushed out a yep from his lips. Today was his birthday and the others were more excited for it than him. It wasn’t like he was happy to be a year older; it was just the fact that he wasn’t the type of person who made a big fuss over it. The only time he was ever excited for his birthday was when he was 10, when he could finally become a Pokémon trainer. Ash grinned to himself, hiding his eyes with his arm. Those were one of the greatest years of his life. The thrill of adventure at every turn, defeating team rocket for the first time, befriending people on the way… it was amazing. He did that now also, but back then it different. It was fresh to him, new and bizarre. When he was little everything looked bigger than him, and he felt like it was his right to overgrow them. But years flew and he came to realize that not everything is bigger from what he remembered. He had finally grown also. In many ways he could say that he matured over the years, not only on choosing right decisions when it came to battling, but also in ways like he didn’t think just about himself anymore. Now he cared for his friends needs, and always helped them out whenever they needed him. Ash yawned again, and felt something soft and furry next to his left arm.

”Hey Pikachu” He yawned again, and rolled over to his stomach to see his furry friend, ”Are you done playing?”

The yellow mouse lowered its ears as it stretched its back, and happily replied, “Pika, Pi –cha!”

”Me too… probably because I’m dying of starvation.” Ash scratched the back of his head.

Pikachu straightened up with its brown eyes widening with fear, ”Pi-ka!?”

”Kidding!” Ash laughed, and petted his friend on the head, “I was making a joke.” Pikachu zapped him lightly in irritation, simply saying: that’s not funny at all! Ash snapped his hand back, and yelped, ”Sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you!”

“Foods done!” The breeder announced happily.

Brock dumped some water over the flame, and took out three bowls from his bag. With one hand he held a bowl, and with the other he served. From hearing the spatula scraping the pan, Ash sprung up, and ran to the table, nearly tripping over his feet. Pikachu decided to lie on the floor where its trainer was, as that it was too tired to follow him. There was nothing better than Brock’s amazing cooking! And what was even better was that he made one of Ash’s favorite dishes. The tall breeder stretched, popping his back from kneeling for so long, and finally handed out everyone’s food. Ash yelled a thank you for practically the whole world to hear, snatched a fork from Brock’s hands, and dug in. After tasting the first bite on his tongue he could have died. The texture and flavor was like an explosion in his mouth! So amazing! So delicious! Ash shoveled more food down his throat as Dawn, who sat beside him, stared grossed out. Brock laughed at her reaction, as he also ate a bite off his fork.

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”Wow! That was delicious!” Ash smacked his lips, and patted his full belly.

The chief smiled, ”Your welcome.”

Brock was cleaning up his mess, as Dawn was helping him take down the table and chairs. When everything was folded up and ready to pack, Dawn held out a Poke trap, used for morphing large items into a small portable cube. It worked just like a poke ball, but did not require any of the hibernating or healing technology that would contain in a Pokémon’s Poke ball. Dawn dropped the green cube to the ground, and watched as a bright flash of green rays absorb the item’s matter, and quickly suck it inside like a vacuumed. With a delighted chime, and blue light indicating the stored tables and chairs, Dawn grabbed the cube from the ground, and threw it inside her bag. Ash was calling back his Pokémon into their poke balls, and safely secured them inside his belt. The others did the same, then snatched their backpacks from the ground, and placed them on their backs.

Pikachu leaped onto its trainer’s shoulder, and nodded in thought of Ash’s next motive, ”Let’s go.”











”Sorry, all video phones are down right now… They won’t be available until Monday morning.”

The trio stood drenched in front of the pink haired Nurse Joy, and another clap of thunder rumbled outside. On their way to the Pokémon center it had started to rain, and when they finally arrived into town, thunder also invited itself to the party. After walking for two hours in the rain, cold and drenched from head to toe and finally arriving, they all got slapped in the face with a sorry are video phones aren’t working.

“Ah man!” Ash groaned and slumped over the receptionist’s counter, ”All of that for nothing.”

”That’s when you’re wrong Ash!” The raven haired teen sulked, oh god no… Brock swayed his hands like some romantic fool off of a cheesy TV show, and out of nowhere had a rose in his hands. ”I had journeyed through far lands, facing dangerous obstacles just to come and adore your loving face!” Now the helpless romantic clasped the woman’s hands in his, “For I will do anything to retrieve a—“

A loud capsule noise came from the back pocket of Brock’s pant, where a blue frog like Pokémon, sent a poison jab into his back.

”— Painful, and horrible pain! ACK!” The poison paralyzed him, sending him crashing to the tiles backwards. Pikachu who sat on Ash’s shoulder sighed.

Nurse Joy blinked, and held a worried hand to her lips, ”Is he going to be—“

”Just ignore him.” The two younger friends assured her.

”A-are you sure?” The two stared at her seriously, and nodded. Nurse Joy sighed and leaned over the desk to whisper something to the two, “If you like, there’s a private video phone you could use in the other room. Just don’t tell anybody though okay?”

Dawn tilted her head, ”Why are you letting us use it?”

Nurse joy glanced at the tan man on the ground, and back to the two kids, ”You might want to get him some help.”

Ash and Dawn thanked the woman, and headed for the direction of the where Nurse Joy said the phone was, with a Croagunk trailing along with its trainer. Dawn spotted the white video screen hanging in the far corner, and they ran to it. Dawn touched the screen to see if she could get it to turn on, and in a blink of an eye, a welcome screen appeared with a blue rotating Pokémon symbol as the background. Dawn nodded to Ash confirming the digital keypad, allowing him to call as she ran back to wake up Brock. Ash quickly tapped in the number, and read the number back to himself. His finger drifted to the green symbol to the right corner, and confirmed the number. A picture popped up with a moving telephone jumping up and down. Ash drummed his fingers on the wall in impatience, and frowned when the answering machine picked up. The yellow Pikachu on his shoulder twitched its ears, also wondering the same thing as its trainer. Ash redialed the number again. Maybe she’s out shopping? This time the line was answered, and an image replaced the telephone animation. When he saw who answered the phone, he had to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. His eyes glanced at the number and back to the woman.

“Mrs. Eclipse…?”

Margaret Eclipse was Delia’s (Ash’s mom) best friend, who used to help babysit Ash when he was younger. The last time he had ever seen the woman was on her wedding day, marrying to her husband Jason. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy from crying, and her small frame shook from the heavy emotion that wracked inside her ribcage. The woman’s skin held a vibrant olive tone, and her gray eyes and black pixie hair cut made her look so innocent and fragile. Ash blocked the screen from the eyes of his friends, and leaned closer to the screen. Something’s not right. Margaret sniffed and turned away, whispering for her best friend to come and sit next to her. Ash waited for his mother to appear, and felt anxious to know what was going on. His mother walked into the shot and whispered a hello to her son before sitting down.

“Mom?” Ash glanced behind his shoulder and saw his friends talking to each other on a couch. “What going on?”

Pikachu’s ears dropped, “Pi—ka…”

Delia inhaled deeply, and exhaled slowly. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her jaw clench tightly behind her cheek, “Ash, I know you’re in the middle of your Pokémon journey, but I really need you to come home.”

Ash starred at her for a moment, and then slowly replied, “Why?”

She placed her head in her hands, and shook her head, “I-I need to tell you something, and it can’t be said over the phone.”

“What’s going on?” Ash noticed his friends grew quiet, and were listening into his conversation.

“I can’t tell you why right now, but Ash” Delia straightened herself up again and asked desperately, “I need you to come home.”
Pikachu hopped off of its trainer’s shoulder and ran to the group in hoping to distract them. Pikachu knew this was serious, and Ash needed to talk alone with his mother. Ash didn’t bother to see where his best friend ran off to, and remained glued to the screen in front of him. He couldn’t believe it, before arriving he had expected to see his mother’s smile, and casual bickering, but now… Now his mother looked like a completely different person.

Ash nervously glanced to his feet, “I don’t know mom, your kind of scarring me right now. Just tell me what the matter is, did something happen to professor Oak? Is everything okay at home—?”

“My husband was brutally murdered yesterday.”

The words that were about to come out of his mouth vanished, and were replaced with nothing but shock. What did she say? Ash slowly trailed his eyes to Margaret, and found an unsettling sadness set deeply inside her eyes. “The people who killed Jason were actually after you. My husband took his life just to keep you safe. I can’t tell you why, but I can tell you this.” She wiped her eyes and growled her last request, “If you do not return to Kanto, my husband’s death would be wasted on nothing.”

Ash didn’t know what to say. This was happening way too fast, and he felt as if the room was spinning. Jason was the closest thing to a father that Ash ever had, and to hear that he was suddenly gone was too much for the teen to handle. Ash leaned against the wall to support himself, as his chest began to tighten around his heart. This can’t be happening. Margaret waited patiently for his answer, secretly crossing her fingers. Ash heard a creak from behind him, and looked over his shoulder. Dawn and Brock rose from their seats, and were heading to see what was going on. Pikachu leaped back onto its trainer’s shoulder, brushing him a solemn sorry. He couldn’t let them see what was going on. He couldn’t see his family like this. Ash’s finger hovered over the end button and he starred seriously to the awaiting adults.

“I’ll call you later with my answer.” He pushed End.

It took him a moment to realize that he was holding his breath, and he slowly exhaled. The tension in his chest trickled down through his bones, and he felt suddenly heavier. Pikachu sensed the boy’s aura, and licked his cheek in a way to comfort him. Ash patted its head, and silently thanked him. He could feel Brock’s hand clasp his shoulder and his concern voice murmur in his ears. Dawn’s wordless voice grazed his eardrums and the noise numbed his mind. What was he going to do? If he left, there would be no turning back. All that he longed for would be flushed down the drain. But he had to go. His family needed him.

“Ash answer me.”

The teen blinked, shaking his head out of his thoughts, “I’m sorry, what did you ask?”

His bluenette friend repeated herself, “What did your mother say?”

Ash slumped against the wall and sighed, “My mother—” Brock and Dawn waited for him to say anything else, and the raven boy hesitated for a moment. He couldn’t tell his friends about what was discussed; they would more than likely give him a hard time. Ash turned away from them and reluctantly lied, “She said happy birthday.”

I wished.

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[midnightjewelz]

Holy fudge. What a revelation. The prologue makes so much sense now! The emotions are really starting to build up nicely and i love how you end your chapters; so simple yet so powerful.

Lovely stuff here. I'm now interested what part May will play in this story.

[Satoshi<3]

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Chapter 2

C r i m s o n

"This is Takashi Ryan reporting from base camp located in the Sinnoh region. As leader of squadrent two and representative of base camp five. I want to inform Elizabeth Crane, main leader of squadrent one that subject #012 has escaped from our lab. Last report of the subject was yesterday, at 3:25 AM. At 6:00 AM, we discovered the subject's absence. We believe that #012 is located around the Mt. Shady area or the Pokémon center close to there. Subject is described to be female, '5, 3', around the age 14, blue eyed and brunette. She is wearing our clothes we assigned to her so she should be easy to spot. Subject is not armed. Time is 3:10, reporting from Kai forest, I end this message."

The flat screen TV went black and uproar of voices began to cross fire. Elizabeth grounded her teeth together as she glared at the screen. This was not what she wanted to hear. Her organization had to be perfect, organized, absolutely loop hole free, and a fourteen year old had escaped her camps without a sweat. The women felt like ripping something apart, and scream with anger, but she knew she wasn't going to do that. Miss Crane slowly breathed through her nostrils, moving her sight to her clenched fists. It was so stupid to send a young child to a camp where she could hide, if she had sent the brat to a desert location she wouldn't have to chase her in the first place. After finding her nearly two weeks ago, the girl was already able to escape her camp. What made matters worse was that this girl would have lead her to a person she's been trying to hunt down lately. Elizabeth's fingernails were beginning to pierce into her own skin.

"Nobody escapes my camps." She growled. The red head straightened in her seat and began to demand orders to her henchmen around her, "Listen up! We have a subject that thinks she can escape my camp without asking, so we have to track her down and put her in her place. Her registration number is #012, a class B individual, and possibly will be a tricky to catch." She scanned the faces of men as they gave her a slight nod to go on. She continued, "The girl is not armed with her Pokémon so you don't need to worry about her attacking you. I want her alive and arrived to me once you catch her. Do I make myself clear?"

All six cloaked men straighten up in their seats like boards, and shouted their answer, "Yes Master!"

The mighty leader grinned with red lips, and crossed her legs, "Pilot… you know where to go."

On her demand, the helicopter's blades sped faster and faster as the pilot redirected its coordinates. Elizabeth sat back and stared out the only window in the helicopter, down to the small patches of land and cities. Once she lived in such a place, with people and Pokémon like every other person, she had family and a brother too. Elizabeth frowned and leaned against the metal frame. She had to admit that she missed her old life, but deep inside she knew that she could never return back to the way things were. They way her and her brother were. The thought of him made her shiver with a sense of anger and sadness, but faintly with an emotion of yearning. It wasn't her that made things the way they were. She never wanted to be a leader of a hunter society or an evil scientist, but life was just so unexpected that way. Elizabeth had always been dubbed as a good girl when she was younger, always the person with a head on her shoulders. Her brother was the one everyone worried about, not her. Then as she aged so did life and it seemed life was bored of the same old Eliza. On her 23rd birthday her brother had finally overcame as the 'troubled son'. He had gotten married, had children, and become more successful then what Elizabeth wished to be. At first she was happy for her brother's accomplishments, being the first man to discover a chemical, ACH, that could make humans more advance, but soon she became jealous. A single strand of hate began to tear as she became more aware of her true feelings towards her brother. He had given the chemical to a certain amount of people who helped him create it, and one of those people was not her. Five shots, to four people, and one was not his sister. When she had confronted him on why he had not given her one, he had responded that she would use it for a wrong reason. In a way he was right, but it didn't matter. She wanted it. He refused it.

What's in the past is the past. I should be concentrating on finding this girl and looking for #001. How she needed to find number 1. It was possibly the only way to bring things back to the way they were. Subject 1 was rumored to be one of the most talented humanoid beings that ever lived. Being the subject of the person who was granted two shots, the man had dosed him/her twice which created him/her a Class A individual. Classes are based on an individual's ability. Class C, is only a stronger sense in smell or hearing, Class B, is both hearing, smelling, and also the ability to move quicker, and finally Class A, is all the above with another Unknown ability.

According to her brother's pages, The Class A's extra sense is described as not being connected to as a human sense like hearing, tasting or feeling, but a spiritual sense. According to one of his theories, people like mediums that can communicate with the dead, naturally have an offspring of chemical AHC implanted in their blood that allows them to do phenomena things. But to a degree his theory is proven wrong due to the fact that mediums and people connected to the spiritual realm do not possess the ability to project. (A/N: projecting will be explained later in the story: D)

Elizabeth chewed on her bottom lip and wondered over finding the person. The ground outside was growing nearer, snapping her out of train of thought. That was fast… The woman rose from her seat, clinging onto the hanging hand bars, "Alright men, Do a full search and report back to me."









Ash pretended as if the conversation with his mother didn't happen. It remained in the back of his mind but refused to allow it to go further than that. All he wanted was to continue on with his birthday with his friends. However, Brock was busily stalking a Nurse Joy asking her questions about how to take care of a certain Pokémon of his, as Dawn had escaped to the bathroom, experimenting with her hair. That left Ash alone in his room with a mind full of questions and his family's situation. It wasn't like he worried about going back home, but he couldn't bring himself to believe in it. The thought of Jason dead killed him inside, and abandoning his friends made it worse. There was no other choice, he had to go home, but something about leaving bugged him. Not the halting his journey part, but as if once he left everything would be different.

He closed his eyes and reopened them to the white ceiling. How am I going to break the news to them? I can't just go up to them and say 'see ya guys I got to go back to Pallet!' Frustrated, the teen growled at himself and stuffed his head into a pillow. Ash listened to the thrum of the heater and soft purring coming from a napping Pikachu by the beds edge. Delia's face flashed in Ash's mind and no matter how many times he tried to push it in the back of his head, the image came back again. Ash wasn't stupid, he knew his mother was hiding something from him, and whatever this secret was he knew he wouldn't like it. Ash squirmed with annoyance and confusion. Why would mom want to keep something from me? She tells me everything... With every breath his muscles tensed, and he swore his right eye was twitching. He never wanted to end up in some stupid situation that evolved secrets and trouble. He'd rather be outside battling a worthy opponent who was up to the challenge, not being cooped up in the Pokémon center. What made it worse was that he couldn't go outside. It hadn't stopped raining.

Clenching the sides of the pillow, he pulled his head closer to it, and released all his stress into a muffled scream. The outburst nearly gave Pikachu a heart attack and Ash apologized for it. The yellow mouse yawned, and returned to his dream of bottled ketchup. It was expected of an electric type to fall asleep quickly on rainy days. The trainer sighed into the pillow one last time before he removed it from his face and plopped it over his head. For the next five minutes he worked on regaining his calm, sometimes faltering on the thought of telling his friends that he had to leave, but he managed. Right when he was about to curse Arceus for not giving him a break, he heard a tap from the window.

It was such a faint tap, as if a pebble was thrown at it, but it still caught his attention. Ash rose slowly from his bed and went to the window. His hand brushed the white curtains aside, as he leaned his forehead against the glass. There was no one outside, just the side of a flower planter, the field, and a view of the city. Ash was about to leave when a rock the size of a golf ball smashed into the window directly in front of his face. The teen took a second to notice a crack branch in the center of it. He brushed his finger over the deranged glass, as water seeped onto his finger. That rock almost made a hole through the window. Ash glanced up to finally see where the rocks were coming from. Through the cracked window Ash could feel the wind and water spurt in as the blades from a soundless black helicopter hovered about thirty feet away from his window. The monster nearly took the roof of the Pokémon center, but thankfully it passed over and descended in the field. The power of the blades created a powerful wind that made the trees and bushes look like it were going through a hurricane.

"What's a helicopter doing here?" He knew for sure that this center didn't allow aircraft carriers to land in the areas claimed by the Pokémon center. "Maybe it's dropping off supplies?" he guessed. The helicopter's side doors didn't have an advertisement or any logos, and neither did the tail. Just solid black.

The sliding doors opened revealing a group of black coated men and one person in white sitting in the back of them. In a organized manner, the group of men leaped out of the helicopter and lined up in an arrow position. The last to come out was the person in white, and another black coated man holding out an umbrella. Ash squinted through the rain dripped window, trying to make of the face in the center. The white cloaked figure removed its hood, and accepted the umbrella that was handed out to her. He swore he was witnessing an overgrown doll come to life. The woman was lean and tall, with rosy cheeks and porcelain like skin. Her eyes were a unique shade of gold, as her lips and cropped hair were a deep crimson. She reminded him of a flower.

"Like a red azalea…" Ash whispered, seeming to be absorbed by the woman's unique appearance. He wondered if maybe she was a famous coordinator or trainer and guessed those men were her body guards. It seemed to fit. The helicopter, the men, her appearance… "I gotta find out!" Ash adjusted his hat and turned away from the window to make his way for the door. As he passed Pikachu he whispered enough for the Pokémon to hear where he was going, "I'll be in the lobby okay buddy?"

Pikachu answered drowsily, "Pi…"

Ash smiled to the yellow mouse, and ran out the door. This was just what he needed, a distraction from all this drama in his head. What was even greater was he was going to meet a famous trainer/coordinator! Ash picked up his pace through the white hallways, almost knocking into a man with a Gardivor. Ash rounded the corner finally stepping into the lobby, finding the woman in white standing in front of the receptionist desk.

Elizabeth smiled politely to the pink haired woman, "Hello, I'm looking for my niece who I think may be staying in this Pokémon Center, Do you think you can locate her for me?" Ash hide behind a plant while listening to the tall woman talk. Even her voice seemed very peaceful like.

"Oh yes! May I have the name of you niece Miss?" Mrs. Joy propped her fingers on her keyboard.

"Her last name is Maple" Ash's eyes widened, "She might of signed in last night or early this morning."

Ash felt a feeling begin to twist in stomach on recognizing the last name. There was only one person he knew with the name, but the girl didn't have an aunt. An force was being bored into the side of his face which made him look left, to see two of her men glaring at him. It was as if they were yelling at him to go away The trainer sheepishly smiled and hid behind the entry wall. He could still be able to hear their conversation, and he wanted to know if the Maple the woman was talking about was his friend. Nurse Joy continued to type feverishly on her computer, as the Red headed woman patiently waited. It's a shame Brock isn't here to see this lady, he'd be all over her. Ash blinked and puzzled over why he's friend wasn't here. Where is Brock?

"Lets see…" The Joy gave her finger a tap on the screen, reading over her log in. She returned to her awaiting guest, "Yes, Miss Maple is currently staying in Room 17. I'll go right ahead and—"

Elizabeth held a hand as she walked away, "That won't be necessary."

The Joy leaped out her seat with an extended hand, yelling after her, "Wait! You can't enter her room without registering—" She was cut off by a glare by the woman. Nurse joy swallowed her nerves and went around the desk to stand in front of her, "If you like, you can sit down with some tea or coffee as I get her."

Elizabeth looked over her and grinned, "Your a committed employee to be sticking up to your own customers like that." Ash tensed from her comment, but reframed from moving from his spot. She turned on her heels giggling, "If you can retrieve her in less than five minutes, I'll wait." The tall woman sat between the two cloaked men on the couch, and cocked her head to the shocked Nurse, "I'm counting…"

The joy stood in the middle of the lobby dumbfounded. The red head seemed amused by her expression and only smirked at the Nurse's stupidity. Joy narrowed her eyes, nodded, and headed for the girl's room. Ash clenched his jaw from overhearing the discussion with the two ladies. This woman was a jerk. He couldn't stand people like her, especially when they treat people like crap. Ash stepped in front of the walking Joy, forcing a smile, "Excuse me, Nurse Joy?"

"Yes?" she sounded extremely shaken.

Ash glanced over her shoulder to the two men and the lady then back to her. "Who is renting Room 17?" The Joy raised a pink eyebrow. Ash laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head, "I think my friend is staying in there but I'm not sure. Her last name is Maple, do you know if the Maple renting the Room is May Maple?"

Fora moment the nurse just stared at him, biting her lip. Ash was begging to think asking her wasn't the greatest idea, it must be a different person who happened to have the last name. As Ash was about to tell her to forget he asked anything, the nurse grabbed his wrist and started tugging him through the hallway.

The Joy whispered for only him to hear, "If you want to see her then come with me, but please make it quick, her aunt wants to speak with her." Ash's eyes widened reversed the pulling from her to him. "Wait slow down!"

Ash dragged the Joy behind him as he sped and dodged bystanders, "You only got five minutes! I want to talk to her and I won't have time if we're going this slow!"

Joy nodded and matched his speed, gliding through the thin space, and scanning door numbers. Ash's heart was beating with every step, and his breathing quickened on the thought of seeing May again. He hadn't talked or seen year in a year, and he wanted to know what happened during their period apart. Had she gotten better at coordinating? Or has she met new people? At times like these he really wished he knew where Brock and Dawn were. They would have liked to see her. He felt Nurse Joy's hand slip from
his as she retrieved a door card from her apron, and extended out to the last door in the hall. Ash slowed to a stop, feeling his insides churn in excitement and nerves.

Nurse Joy slid the card in the slot, waiting for the lock to release, and slowly cracked the door. "May? This is Nurse Joy, may I come in?" First no one responded, but then a hoarse voice gave her permission, "There's someone here to see you too… may he come in?" The girl's voice asked who it was and Nurse Joy turned to the boy, "What's your name?"

"Ash."

Nurse joy didn't have to repeat herself, as the door swung open with a bang, with a brunette standing under the doorway. Ash could only stare at her. May only gave him a glance before returning back to Nurse Joy, "May I have a moment with him?"

"Well… actually your Aunt is here to see you, and she gave me only five minutes to come get you—"

May pulled the boy in her room anyway, and smiled to the Nurse, "Tell that fake Aunt I don't feel like seeing her today." Joy tried to remind her she had five minutes but only got a door in her face, the joy frowned and slowly walked away.

The door hinge clicked shut as May pressed her forehead against the blue door. Ash couldn't bring himself to talk,seeing May in a way he'd never seen her took all words from under his tongue. The May he remembered was always smiling, dressed in red and had bright sapphire eyes. This girl… was like a stranger to him. She wore a dirty black jumpsuit with white faded numbers over her chest, her brunette hair looked burned on the ends, and her eyes… he had never seen so much pain in them.

Ash preceded a step with a hand extended to comfort her, "May… what—" May rammed into him with a big hug, nuzzling her face into his chest as she began to weep. Ash stumbled to gain his balance, as his friend continued to cry into his vest. Her fame was shaking, and her sobs grew quicker and heavy. "H-hey what's wrong! Why are you crying?" She shook her head and brought her face closer into his chest. Ash grabbed her by the shoulders and took a step back, "May, your scaring me, what's going on?"

Another sob escaped from her lips, before she managed to answer his question, "I-It's nice to see someone familiar again." Ash stared at her, wanting her to explain more. "It's been five months since I've seen anyone, and I guess" she sniffled, "I'm glad to see you one more time." Ash furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. One more time?

She tensed under his hold, and froze with sudden fear. Ash gave her a nudge, "What's wrong?" May's eyes went out of focus for a second and her skin turned completely pale. "May?"

"Move!"

May gave a push that sent Ash stumbling against the wall, as May whipped around in a stance at the same time the door and piece of the wall came crumbling down. Ash coughed from the rubble and smoke, squinting through the think fog. May remained in a fighting stance, guarding the boy behind her. She wasn't going down without a fight. Ash rose to his feet and ran to stand by her side despite her yells to stay back. The smoke cleared up, and a person Ash hadn't expected on seeing was standing in front of him. May growled at the sight of the Crimson haired woman.

"There you are my troublesome mutt."

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Chapter End.

[midnightjewelz]

You have a talent to give such mystery to a storyline, its so wonderful to read! Now im interested what May's part is now and this red head is doing to her.

Keep up the great work.

[Hoennmaster1]

This is incredible. Do I need to say any more?

[Satoshi<3]

Happy New Year my lovely readers!
I hope everyone had a great year in 2011 and have an even better one in 2012! I want to thank you all also for reading and supporting this fic, it means a lot to me :)

Hoennmaster1: This is incredible. Do I need to say any more?

Awww thank you! ^ V ^
I'm really happy you like it!

midnightjewelz: You have a talent to give such mystery to a storyline, its so wonderful to read! Now im interested what May's part is now and this red head is doing to her.

Keep up the great work.

Thanks for always reviewing my chapters midnight, you keep on my feet and writting!
May plays an important role as does Ash and As you might already know Ash's father Aaron. There many twists and turns in this story so I'm sure you'll enjow it as will many others! :))

And now onto what we have all been waiting for!

Chapter 3

C r o s s f i r e

Everything burned…

The growing flames slowly ate away the room's pale yellow walls, devouring fallen wood, and picture frames. Sparks and amber crumbled away from the edges of the ablazed wall, spiraling to the ground, burning holes in the deep blue carpet. With every inhale, the two teens swallowed clouds of thick smoke, with every ticking moment that passed the space around them grew tighter and the air became hotter. The raven boy clenched his throat as if it would help ease the burning, but he continued to cough harshly. Even as he was suffered under the thick smoke, he still couldn't help but feel visually captivated by the orange-red flutters the fire preformed.

Ash exhaled, frowned, and cleared his throat. Why would I be interested in something that could kill me? The trainer never knew why he was so attracted to the sight of fire or why he thought of it as being something interesting to even to look at, but he just did. During his deep thought May had been tugging on his arm to grab his attention. Ash snapped away from his thoughts and turned to the girl next to him.

"Ash you have to leave." She whispered eagerly to him.

"How about you? You're not planning on staying alone here are you?" Her head bowed as her hand slid away from his arm, returning back to her sides. May didn't say anything but Ash knew her answer. Ash noticed her fingers tremble and her shoulders shake. Ash reached to caress her shoulder in a way to comfort her, "May?" She jerked her shoulder away from his touch, holding her glare to the carpet. His hand floated in mid air for a second, and then returned to his sides. Someone from across the room directed orders, catching his attention.

Seeping through the blasted wall came six dark cloaked men with draped hoods that shadowed their eyes. They moved with perfected grace and intimidating strides, giving the illusion of floating in mid air. Ash read every individual as they entered. These men were menacing looking and reminded him of Darkari's shadow in his nightmare in Crown city. They appeared very loyal to their leader and Ash knew that was a problem. It meant they wouldn't hold back if ordered to attack. Ash made it to the very last person. His brow eyes narrowed as the woman in white made her way through the room. The sight of her shocked him yet confused him. This was the last person he'd expect to see walk inside a wall of fire. Ash had seen this lady exit the helicopter, she was the rude woman in the lobby, and now the evil grinning woman standing before him. She gave off a dark aura in which he could feel raise the hairs on his arms. Ash furrowed his eyebrows .This woman was twisted and dangerous. May stirred uncomfortably next to him.

Elizabeth's ruby lips curved as she witnessed the scene proclaimed in front of her. She hadn't expected to see anyone else but her runaway victim, yet here was a young boy at her aid. The lean boy with the zigzag freckles looked like he could have been older by a year or two, and obviously was a Pokémon trainer by his attire. He side stepped closer to the brunette to stand at an angle, so his body hid the view of her. Why would he want to protect this monster? Elizabeth's eyebrow raised a little. Maybe he doesn't know about her abilities… The boy's brown eyes bore into her gold ones, sending an electric shock to flow through her. She gasped and diverted her eyes. She blinked, realizing that she had experienced this feeling before. It was odd for her to remember him. Elizabeth lifted her eyes again to the trainer and found why she remembered. Inside his light brown irises she felt warmth and determination, the same her friend had long ago. But she hadn't seen him in nearly 15 years and she didn't even know if he was still alive. The man vanished without a goodbye.

Ash started to feel uncomfortable under the woman's gaze. With her round puzzled eyes and slightly furrowed eyebrows, it was like she was studying him. The red head exposed her smile, slowly cocking her head to one side. Ash didn't like this person, he didn't like the way she looked at him.

"Ahh… Aren't reunions so touching?" Both teens flinched from the sound of voice. It flowed in a pitch like silk, the type of tone that didn't fit her dark appearance. Elizabeth raised her stiletto to step over a burning portrait of Sinnoh and made her way to them. The red head gestured her hand to the brunette, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend?" May pressed her lips tightly, her eyes watching the woman cautiously. Elizabeth passed another burning picture walking over to the white sheeted bed. With a gloved hand she dusted the surface. "Oh don't be like that Hun" she winked and sat on the edge, "How'd you get a hold of a cutie like this." Ash winced uncomfortably. Who is this person? Elizabeth simply just shrugged her shoulders and leaned back on her arms, "Alright then, I guess you're not going to talk."

A husky grunt invaded the conversation, catching the golden eyed leader's attention. "Excuse me" The tallest man in Elizabeth's line stepped forward while two other men joined his flank, "We are currently attracting a crowd in the hallway, do you wish for us to force them away from the area?" In the pause of silence, sure enough soft murmurs were being traveled from the halls.

May's eyes widened and she lured to take a step but was stopped by Ash's arm extended out in her way. "They're going to hurt them!" she whispered terrified.

Ash shook his head to her, "I know. But we can't stop them." His jaw flexed as he retreated her gaze, "Even if we decide to do something it would be pointless. We're out numbered and they could hurt us." May lowered her eyes and bit her lip.

The guards waited patiently as she thought it over. Finally, she smiled to the tall being, and gave them her permission. The three men bowed, "We will return if you need help."

She guffawed, "I don't think it will come to that." With that said the front man rose, turned, and sped out of the room, along with the two people behind him following after him.

Elizabeth clapped her hands with a smile, "Well! While I'm waiting for the crowd to die down in the hallway, I might as well waste my time to get to know my subject's friend." She twisted her body around to set her knees on the mattress, using them to crawl over to the closed window near the head of the bed. She forced it open with little trouble and poked her head out of the pane. Ash and May stared at her with envy as she inhaled a gulp of clean air. Without looking to the trainer she spoke softly to him, "So what's your name boy?"

Ash moved his weight to his left leg and gruffly answered her, "Ash" He felt May's stare on him. "And yours?"

A breeze from outside briskly lifted some strands of her red hair away from her face and cooled her down from being stuck in such a hot room. She closed her eyes, "Elizabeth"

"What do you want from us?" his question was more demanding.

"What I want…" she tested the words on her tongue and lazily swung her head away from Ash's view. Her pitch turned sour, "What I want is my dog back."

"Dog?"

"Her." Elizabeth rotated her head back to them, her eyes settled on the girl. May glared at her, insulted. Elizabeth shook her head, "She's been a bad dog, running away from her master, and disobeying orders…" Elizabeth leaned against the window pain and grinned at the blue eyed girl, "Don't you know what happens to dogs when they don't listen to their owner?"

May laughed halfheartedly, "Do you know what happens to an owner when they get on a dog's bad side?" Elizabeth smile began to stretch across her lips humor spreading through her eyes. May tilted her chin up, "They get bit."

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, "Do they really?"

May was still smiling, "I know my owner will if she decides to try."

Elizabeth removed herself from the window and scooted to the foot of the bed. She chuckled to herself and gave an annoyed smile. A feisty little brat isn't she? She batted her eyelashes and cracked her neck, "You really think you have a chance against me? I have you cornered, you have nowhere to go, no Pokémon to battle me with..." May scanned around her and gritted her teeth. There was no way out. Her men blocked the entrance to the hallway and the window was certainly no help. It was too small. "Why not just give up now?" May's lip slightly curled from the sound of her voice.

"You can't make me go back there!" she closed her eyes, "Its Hell!"

"That place was made just for you." She tilted her jaw and took a step forward, "A bad place for a bad dog."

"I'm nobody's dog." She snapped back.

Ash felt completely in the middle of a confusing battlefield. What are they talking about? What place? Ash mentally screamed, what the hell is going on! As the two girls continued to rant at each other something caught his 's right hand slid from her sides into her coat pocket, where inside her hands curled over an object. Ash knew what she was retrieving for and reached for his belt that held his poke balls…only to remember that they weren't with him. Ash cussed at his own stupidity, suddenly knowing now that his chances of escaping were slim. Ash glanced to May seeing that she didn't have any of her Pokémon either. Pikachu was in his room too… The boy exhaled tensely, I hope he's okay…

Elizabeth held a poke ball in her hand, rotating it playfully in her palm. "Just give up and come with me. That's the smartest decision."

Ash growled, slightly pushing May behind him, "What do you want with her!"

The red head blinked at him, slightly forgetting he was here in the room. She scowled at him, "That information doesn't concern you." Ash narrowed his eyes, feeling his anger flowing through his chest and down his arms. The crimson lady's voice rose with annoyance, "Actually I don't understand why your still here! Why don't you run along and leave us be—"

Ash energetically took a step forward with hands clenched behind him, "I'm not leaving her here with you!"

May stiffened. This was her fight not his, "Ash, you can't—"

"I'm not leaving you." Ash stared down at her with a heavy mask that meant he was serious. May froze. His words had struck her so hard that she felt her eyes begin to water. It had been so long since someone stood up for her. Ash returned to the dumbfounded adult, "Especially not with a person who wants to hurt you!"

Elizabeth gave out a vulgar growl that sent a tremor through their bodies, "You don't understand about anything that's going on!" She stabbed a finger in May's direction, "That girl isn't human! She's dangerous and needs to be tamed!"

This threw him off. What? He glanced again to May, seeing her suddenly growing stiff under his gaze. He didn't get it. She looked human and acted like any normal person. He returned to the enemy and gritted his teeth. I know better than to listen to a criminal. Ash shook his head and yelled back at her, "You're wrong!"

"Are you blind? You're being lied to by what you call a friend! She's hiding her true self from you."

"I don't care!" Ash's neck and ears burned with anger, and he inhaled more toxic air then before, "All I know is that May's my friend and that's my reason for protecting her."

May could only watch. Her best friend was defending her in front of the most dangerous person in the world. It hadn't occurred to her that he cared for her to a point that he would put himself in front of a person who kills for a living. Though, he was the type of person who would do such a risky task to protect anyone. She remembered a time when she traveled with him to the tree of beginning, where they camped outside with Lucario and Kid. That was the place where Ash told the group the story about how him and Pikachu became best friends. Ash had used himself as a shield to protect Pikachu from a flock of sparrows when they he was first starting his journey. Even for the sake of his Pokémon he'd put himself in danger. Thankfully at the last minute Pikachu leaped off his shoulder and zapped the enemy away. May's hand fluttered to her heart as she winced in confusion. She was experiencing an unknown stir beginning to bubble inside her chest, unable to recall why. Her sapphire eyes tacked onto the back of her friend's. She had never met anyone so warm and courageous.

Sweat rolled down the side of Ash's face as the scorching room seemed to close in on them. His heart sped twice as fast then his normal pace and his chest felt heavy. Ash stood there, waiting for this woman to throw the poke ball in her hand. His jaw flexed as she rotated the half colored sphere in the position to activate it, her pale finger hovered over it, and then moved away as her eyes focused over his shoulder. Ash followed her gaze. May slightly advanced around him and walked towards Elizabeth. From the corner of his eye he caught the cloaked men hesitating to stop the girl, but was told to stay put by the hand of their leader. Ash didn't know either to stay put or pull her back, but before he could decide, May spoke.

"Listen" she sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "I'm going to say this once in a civil manor, then I'm going to walk right out of here." Elizabeth's expression darkened from hearing that last part and her stance appeared to no longer be calmed. "I'm not sure about this 'project' you're investing in, but it isn't going to get you anywhere. I watched two kids who you've practically murdered over something that wasn't worth dying for. And now you're after me because you want to find more information about—" May paused to depict a word that was suitable for her predicament, "I'm not sure...a disease? It's worthless, I'm not what you're looking for. I don't even think I have the same sickness as those kids." A shudder went down from the crown of her head to the soles of her feet. The twins who she met by chance while staying in the camp were the kids who helped her escape. And in the process they were killed because of her.

Elizabeth huffed cholerically and folded her arms against her chest. "I'm not researching to find a cure here. I'm merely just a recruiter." Ash and May's eyes widened, "What you call a disease is not even close to what you're diagnosed with. There is a chemical in your body that was injected into you at birth that activates 5% more brain capacity. A normal human will only use 10% of its brain in one lifetime, while you can access a total of 15%."

"So you want her because she's smarter than the average person?" Ash blurted.

Her golden eyes rolled in a perfect circle as she ignored his idiotic question, "Scientists have covered the chemical as an enhancer for progressive learning when really they have no idea what they're talking about. The 5% isn't used in that part of the brain, it's actually located in a tiny part of your nervous system and where your senses are stored."

Both teens blinked, "Senses?"

She groaned, "What are you two stupid or something? You know, hearing, tasting, seeing, smelling?" The two nodded on understanding. Elizabeth blew a strand of her hair out of her face, "Anyways, what I'm getting at is that I need this mutt because the 5% boosts up her senses, which means she runs faster, reacts faster, sees farther. She is the perfect super solider."

Hearing all the facts and trying to click it together with May was just strange. Ash had spent a year with this girl and he hadn't seen her so called 5% in action. She was just a normal girl. Ash shook his head in disbelief, "I can't—this is just too weird."

She sighed, "I guess I have no choice but to give you proof." Elizabeth punched the button in the center of her poke ball and cackled, "Let's show him shall we!"

With a flick of her wrist Elizabeth tossed the red and white ball into the air, where it unlatched loudly, and a ray of red slithered out of it. May backed away from the generating red figure, bumping her back into Ash's chest. In the second they met eyes, they found fear in each others expression. They knew this was going to end badly. The red figure paused, and then a series of robotic beeps came from it, shattering the crimson skin around it, revealing the Ice type. May swallowed loudly while gazing at the large creature. Floating about two inches from the ground mounted a large body of crystal. Being made out of an freezing solid, the scorching heat inside the room made thin fog to roll off of its icy skin. The Ice type's seven dotted eyes flashed in it's "+" position, as its robotic voice echoed in the small room.

"R E G I C E!"

Elizabeth laughed darkly and pointed to the Pokémon's targets, "Regice, use zap cannon!"

Three things happened in that 10 seconds of what was going to be their last. One, the ice type's hand movements danced in a circular fluid movement, as a spark of electricity began to develop in the center of its palms, beautifully morphing it into an electrically charged orb ready to set fire. Two, the boy standing beside the frozen girl shoved her out of the way of the Pokémon's aim, while slowly accepting that he had no time to get himself out of the way. Three, the second his brown eyes returned to the Pokémon, he was greeted by a spiraling yellow ball of death.

"ASH!" May scrambled forward, pushing herself with all her might off of the dark carpet, as she hurled herself at her best friend. Her fingers gripped onto the lose cloth of his black vest as she stuffed her face into his shoulder blade, in mid-air waiting for the blast to take them both.

An ear bleeding explosion echoed through the room and carried out of the hallways as the powerful attack hit the wall behind where the two teens once stood. The Pokémon's blow created a powerful wind, popping the glass out of the window by the bed and blowing out the fires that were eating away the room. Ash and May found themselves skidding across the rugged carpet, luckily dodging the explosive ball of lightning, as their arms and the sides of their faces burned from being slashed from the carpet. May's grip of Ash's vest was lost, as she was rolled to a stop on the rugged ground while he was the unlucky one to have his back slammed against the dresser leaning against the opposite wall. May groaned, coughing under the thick cloud of plaster and smoke. Squinting through her sapphire eyes they dilated and blurred as she tried to raise her head to search for her friend. Under the thick cloud and thin air everything made it more difficult to find him. In between coughing she called out to him, earning only a pained 'May' in return. May could feel her hands tingle as the nerves in her palms buzzed from being burned by the carpet. Another set of coughing fits and crawling she found him and gasped in horror. His hat wasn't on which revealed a large gash down his right temple, a thick flow of red seeping out of the wound. May swallowed the urge to faint and leaned over him, trying to get another response from him.

Elizabeth went into hysterics on listening to the pleas coming from her dog, "We'll, it looks like I missed." May's eyes watered as she tried to ignore the evil woman and continued to focus on the boy in front of her, "How pitiful." Elizabeth grinned deviously, "Concerning over a boy whose race is less superior then you. It's so sad."

Tears were now dripping down her heated cheeks as her hands trembled with hatred. Her words had struck her right through the heart. She blinked through the blur of tears as she bowed her head, shaking uncontrollably. Why were there such evil people in this world? Why did they have to exist?

"W-why?" her lips pushed the word above a whisper. Why wasn't there an answer to her question?

'Why' seemed to be the highlight question of her life. In a matter of months her life had turned completely upside down and for what? May knitted her eyebrows together and gritted her teeth. Again, why did it have to be her? She wished she had the answers, she wished for someone to take her away from all this chaos. A tear splashed on her hand. She desired to have a normal life again. As she closed her eyes, she listened to the loud voices of what she assumed to be the guards out in the hallways. They were yelling... she listened harder. Why do they sound so close?

Ash grunted abruptly, making the hairs on the back of May's back to rise on their ends. May wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, while lifting her head up to meet an unexpected smile. She stared at the raven boy kneeling next to her with awe, as she kept disbelieving that the smile on his blood stained face was real. Elizabeth had stopped laughing, as she also stared at the slowly rising young man. His left hand clenched tightly onto his right shoulder, as he used his uninjured arm to lift himself up, using the dresser to keep him stable. The blood that trickled down his temple wrapped under his chin, dripping onto the collar of his shirt. May couldn't believe what she was seeing. How can he be smiling like that? He was beaming as if he was claimed a Pokémon Master. The dust cloud from before had cleared up and the room looked more devastating then before. The Regice left a big hole through the room next door, and glass from the window sheeted the bed and ground.

Elizabeth's irises shrunk as she felt suddenly threatened, "What are you grinning about."

Ash's bright smile lingered, "I win."

"What are you talking about? You're bleeding with possibly a shattered shoulder, I don't see a victory." Ash chuckled and nodded his head over her shoulder.

Elizabeth furrowed her eyebrows and slightly tilted her head to the door. There was a lot of commotion going on outside, and she could depict her guards yelling for back up. Her eyes widened. How—

"Use Brick Break!"

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Chapter End

[midnightjewelz]

Oh wow, very epic chapter. XD May is the perfect super solider? I like the sound of that. The little fight scene was nice as well. Loved it.

Oh this might be a little off-topic but did you know your nominated for the shipping oscars? I'm on there as well andmany many others? Best of luck to you. hehe.

Anyway back to the story i just want to say that the emotion you pour into every chapter of yours is lovely and the mystery as well is so new and fresh. Keep it up.

[BlazingAura]

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[Satoshi<3]

Hello again my lovely readers! Thank you so much for sticking to this fiction, it really means a lot to me!

midnightjewelz: Oh wow, very epic chapter. XD May is the perfect super solider? I like the sound of that. The little fight scene was nice as well. Loved it.

Oh this might be a little off-topic but did you know your nominated for the shipping oscars? I'm on there as well andmany many others? Best of luck to you. hehe.

Anyway back to the story i just want to say that the emotion you pour into every chapter of yours is lovely and the mystery as well is so new and fresh. Keep it up.

Oh wow! Thank you so much! Yes, May is the perfect super soldier along with others out there.I'm so glad I got that fight scene done right, I panic when writing action, and I'm so glad I nailed that down xD

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Thank you so much, your reviews keep me motivated! Thanks so much!

BlazingAura: in all of the interwebs fiction i have read, this is one of the greatest! 'tis awesome

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Chapter 4- Run

January 15th: 9:58 PM [Kanto Region: Location-Serene Underground Warehouse] (3,650 days until retribution)

It’s been 5 years.

He missed the sound of her voice, the sight of her smile, her warm presence that always lifted him up on cloud nine. Even after these five passing years, he still thought about his ‘to be wife’. Every ticking second she remained in his mind. Often he would replay memories of him and her cooking together in the kitchen, or them walking by the beach where they first met. Other times he pretended she was with him, and he would talk to the image in his mind for hours. People could call him crazy all they want; as long as he didn’t feel alone he couldn’t care less. However, the imaginary Delia wasn’t enough for him. Aaron wanted to be back with the real one.

The white light that trailed along the pale walls inside Aaron’s cell illuminated the space around him. The young man sat on the cemented ground, his hands at his sides, while he stared out of a slender window that overlooked 23 stories below. It was rather rare on nights to see the moon from his window, because his cell always faced away from it, and the moonlight reminded him of the first time entering that abandoned warehouse back in Kanto. The moon’s radiance loomed over him with a sense of peace, as its pearly face smiled down at him. Aaron smiled back at it and decided to lie down. His shoulder pressed against the hard cement, and Aaron absentmindedly raised a hand to block out the moon’s face, its rays poring through the cracks of his fingers. Aaron laughed, playing with the light on his pale hand. Continuing, Aaron pressed his ear to the ground and smiled gapingly at the moon.

Tiny vibrations brushed against his eardrum as the faint noise paused and beated within the next second continuously. Aaron’s hand halted in midair, as he listened more intently to the noise. He recognized it as shoes walking atop the tiled floors just outside his bolted door. Deciding to ignore whoever was coming to meet him, Aaron breathed through his nose, placed his raised hand on the ground, and closed his eyes. The floor felt cold and smooth underneath his fingertips and the winter air sent goose bumps to trail up his arms. He focused on the sound of his own breathing, noting how shaky and hollow it was from nerves. Yes, he was nervous, scared even. Aaron’s ‘doctor’ told him that for this evening, he would be used for a presentation to help introduce an invention that was recently discovered a week ago. It was likely to tribute towards the ultimate super-race his ex-collage often blabbered about.

Aaron opened his eyes to the moon and tucked his legs under his chin. A shiver passed through him, waking up the inner power that was currently in its slumber. The raven haired man forced a smile onto his lips, “Had a nice sleep?” The unknown being that resided inside him pulsed, creating a calm mood to wash over the man.

Aaron had treated his ability more of a friend other than a thing that lived inside him. He carried on his years locked up in his facility to get a better understanding of his ability, and created a system of communication between it. The communication between them was usually used through the change of mood that the power seemed to give off, and its thoughts would randomly play out in splashes of colors behind Aaron’s eyes. The bright colors like yellow, orange and red where used to express high energy or happiness, as the darker colors expressed calmness, sadness, or if it was tired. There were other colors that Aaron could not figure out, but was determine to crack the code. The concept of it all sounded completely insane, but it didn’t matter if it meant not being alone.

Aaron cocked his head to the bolted door, listening to the faint taps that echoed out in the hall way. The power inside him fluttered and showed various colors of green. It was curious. Aaron ignored it and used the wall behind him to stand and walk over to the bolted door to get a better listen. He touched the rusted metal and leaned over it to press an ear against it. Footsteps and a particular clack of a woman’s heel could loudly be depicted, giving Aaron a heads up that it was time to be heading for the operating room. Taking a few steps back, the man glared at that door, waiting for the locks to creak opened. Half a minute later, a halt of movement came from outside his door, and the jingle of keys chimed as the locks tuned one by one. The heavy door creaked open with a man proceeding through the opening, his eyes landing on the awaiting patient. Behind him, two bulky men proceeded without any question, and walked up to the raven haired man. They harshly forced his arms behind his back and cuffed them with a thick bracelet. Aaron didn’t give any of the doctors the respect of his attention, and kept his eyes to the ground.

“Mr. Ketchum” the man had a smile in his voice that Aaron didn’t like, “Today is truly something to celebrate! Thanks to you, we have reached a step closer to reaching our goal.” The blonde strolled up to his ex-partner and reached out to pat him on the shoulder. Aaron glared at him. “So I had a thought that suddenly popped in my head. Why not celebrate with the person who made this all possible?” Daniel nodded his head over his shoulder as he invited one of the coated colleagues hiding in the hallway to come over, “Lizzy, I want you to meet the man who will be demonstrating your discovery.”

Upon hearing the familiar name Aaron’s eyes snapped up to the one person he had not anticipated to see. A young woman made her way through the crowd of men blocking the entry, her golden eyes finding his brown ones. Her eyes widened upon figuring out who her assigned patient was, stopping dead center of the small cell. Aaron couldn’t bring himself to speak the words that formed in his head upon seeing his childhood friend just a few feet away.

Daniel smiled to the young woman and reached for her hand, “What are you so surprised about, Elizabeth? Who did you think I was talking about?” The girl glanced between her brother and the torn man that stared at her. Daniel chuckled, “Surely this wont interfere with you presentation?”

“N-no.” Elizabeth straightened herself and turned on her heels, “I assure you this man has no affect on me.” With that said and done, she hurried herself out the door without another look back.

Daniel grinned and turned to the guards holding Aaron, “It’s time to head to the operating room, so cover his eyes, and follow the group.” With a yes sir, one of the guards faced Aaron, carrying a thick bag in his hand. Before Aaron could take another look at the man in white, his sight was taken away by pitch blackness.







Something inside Aaron shattered as the world around him spun. A horrible pain branched out from the core of his stomach and the back of his head, quickly spiking painfully in waves of discomfort. Pressing his forehead closer to the splattered floor, a sudden deafening mixture of sounds began to ring loudly in his ears, and the energy that flowed through him began to pulse. The pain was excruciating, like his blood underneath his skin was suddenly replaced with poison or mercury. Aaron brought a fist against the tile as he screamed in agony. Somewhere within the room someone noted his reaction and started to write it down on paper. His forehead rolled over the hard surface of the ground and his eyes strolled upwards to glare at the white coated men and woman surrounding him like an exhibit, all noses glued to their notebooks as they examined his pain. He couldn’t understand why they just stood there and watched him like this. It was cruel.

A woman from the group took a step towards him and bent down to be at his eye level. He recognized her cropped red hair that sat on her shoulders, and round, golden eyes, making him cringe from the sight of her.

“Notice how the subject reacts to the serum.” She states, “In a normal case scenario, he’d already be dead, but due to the chemical that is embedded in his blood and system, in only a matter of minutes the poison is completely washed out from his system.” A low mumble came from the group as she turned to the panting man on the ground, and touched the side of his moist neck, “His heart rate has returned to its normal pace and he is slowly returning back to his original state.” Returning her hand she rose and demanded the men standing on the opposite side of her to pick up Aaron off of the floor.

“So from what we can gain from this presentation is that if we can manipulate this chemical, we can generate a race where it is impossible to poison or kill individuals using injections.”

Aaron’s face twisted in disgust as the group began to clap for her. Hearing someone approaching him, Aaron prepared himself as two large hands gripped him by his arms, lifting him up and directing him back onto the metal table where he had been experimented on. Aaron thrashed against the men’s hold, ignoring the pain still formed in his core, and yelled for his release. Many of the people in the room ignored him and filed out of the compacted space. The stranger slammed him onto the cold table demanding him to stay calm as nurses nearby began to strap him in. As he felt the leather straps tightly coil around his ankles Aaron panicked and flopped on the table, yelling again for the man to release him. They all ignored him and he was successfully strapped in.

The woman from before approached him again with a devilish smile, “Great work today Aaron, you put on quite a show.” He huffed and continued to fight against the leather straps. She laughed and tenderly reached out to touch the side of his face, “You’re still the same. Even when we were kids you were always such a spark.”

“Shut up!” Aaron jerked his head away from her and growled, “Don’t talk to me like you’re my friend!”

“That hurts you know that?” she giggled and leaned against the side of the metal cot, “Weren’t you the one who wanted to be my friend?”

“That was before you became like you brother” Aaron gave up on the straps and laid there panting, “Before you decided to use me.”

“It’s only for a little while and my brother promised that he’d release you.” She paused and lowered her eyes, “Why do you insist on resisting us? Your helping us improve the better of humanity—“

“Humanity my ass” Aaron’s head rolled so he could look at the girl, “Using the thing that’s inside me to produce an unbeatable army, yeah that will surely save everyone. Do you realize what will happen if anyone were to get even the smallest amount of what’s flowing through my blood?” He waited for her to answer but she didn’t. “That person wouldn’t even be able to control it. You have to be born with an ability like mine. This isn’t some kind of magical serum **** that you see in the movies that suddenly makes you stronger or faster.” Aaron leaned closer and hissed silently so that the other people in the room couldn’t hear the next part of his conversation. “What’s deep inside me isn’t human—I haven’t even got full control of myself and I lived with it for all my life, so imagine giving it to a man who hasn’t had the time to train himself, or the being injected inside him. Your brother has no idea what he’s getting himself into.”
She stared at him and swallowed loudly, “You’re lying to me”

“Elizabeth” she flinched from the way he said her name. Aaron gazed into her eyes for a second, searching if the old her was still in there. “Take my advice and get away from all of this” he motioned the room with his chin, “get away from all this madness before it explodes into something terrible.”

The red head bit her lip and removed her eyes from the man on the table, and straightened herself. “I can’t.” Elizabeth clenched onto her slowly aching heart and stared at her feet, “I have to stay by his side no matter what. Even if I don’t like what he’s doing I have to stay by him.” Aaron frowned and laid his head back on the table, disappointed. Elizabeth inhaled a breath and shyly spoke, “I just wanted to say that today is my last day in the lab, and I’ll be a recruiter from now. I was really happy to see you.” The back of her neck heated and her anger perked up suddenly, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this because I know you hate me and my brother, but I just wanted to tell you goodbye!” Without waiting to hear what Aaron had to say, she backed a few steps from the metal cot and ran for the door.

“You’re going to hate your brother once you realize he doesn’t see you as an important person.” This made her stop in the middle of the doorway, and look back at the man on the table. He was looking at her with unexpectedly bright, hazel eyes, and a lop-sided grin. The contact sent an electric shock to channel through body and she stumbled back a little in surprise. “Hope you know what you’re doing, Liz.”

She stared at the man a little bit longer and turned her back to him, and ran out the door. The man disappeared from her sight without a goodbye.

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A beat skipped in everyone’s heart as they witnessed the silver glow manifesting through the thick smoke. Men in black screamed for their lives as many were seen through their shadows being thrown by unknown forces. Elizabeth whipped around and backed away a few paces from the freighting power that began to make its self known. Through the thick fog of debris, the light split the cloud in half with a ghostly aura trailing behind it, aiming down to the dumbfounded red head. Elizabeth’s eyes widened and her mouth parted in awe, as the blazing white light became closer and closer.

A series of loud robotic beeps invaded the air catching her attention. Regice dashed to her aid, locking itself in front of her, and crossed its large crystal arms into an X. The shimmering light blazed bright in an instant, accelerating to clash with the large ice type. The blow sent the Ice type skidding backwards, almost running over its master. Regice screeched at its attacker in its foreign language, pushing the force away. Elizabeth glared through the fading smoke to where her Pokémon had launched the energy back to, and was surprise to see a blue frog staring blankly back at her. The frog-like creature raised its orange tipped hand again in mid air, and lunched itself in her direction. Again, her Regice blocked the frog’s attack and pushed the enemy away. Her eyes locked on the mysterious Pokémon, how did anyone get in here?

A few coughs came from the blasted wall and emerging from it was no other than a tan breeder. Brock stuffed his nose into the sleeve of his shirt to use as an air filter, as his eyes scanned inside the room for his dear friend. “Ash! Ash, where are you!” Despite the commotion coming from the mysterious people in black, he could depict a faint Brock from the back of the burning room.

From behind him Dawn jogged her way up to him, clenching onto her empty poke ball, “Who are these people? There’s so many of them!” Dawn coughed from the contaminated air and squinted through her lashes as they started to burn, “Do you think this is Team Galactic doing this?”

“Not likely.” Brock watched as his Croagunk battled against a large Regice, as Dawn’s Mamoswine rammed the men in black against the weak walls. Brock clenched his teeth in determination. Whoever these people are they aren’t here for the Pokémon. Cupping his hand over his mouth, Brock called out to his friend, “Don’t worry, I’m coming to get you!” Brock turned to the girl beside him, “Make a pathway for me using Mamoswine!”

Dawn smiled back at him with assurance, “You have my word!”

“PIKA PI!”

Both of them looked to where the voice came from, seeing Ash’s Pikachu rushing tords them. The small mouse held a look of horror as it took in the scene. Through its ears it heard the cries of injured people, the crackle of the burning fire that consumed almost half of the room, and the one that had stricken the poor Pokémon’s heart, was the sound of its trainers harsh breathing. Without acknowledging the two friends in the doorway, the Pikachu dashed passed them and entered chaos.



“Brock!” Ash nearly choked on the breeder’s name, gasping for air greedily to shout another call for help.

There was something wrong with him, like as if his body was ready to explode. It wasn’t his shoulder that caused him a great amount of pain, but rather something else, something that was hidden in the center of his chest. Ash glared down to the burnt carpet and wheezed, using his good hand to clench onto the front of his shirt. Maybe it was because he was in this room, or maybe it was because of this fear of never escaping that made him feel this way. Lifting his head and straightening his posture, Ash clenched his teeth and fought back the pain in his chest, to look at the situation around him. In that fog of smoke he saw shadows, random flashes of light, and heard the many yells of men in pain. This would be his and May’s only chance of escaping. So clenching his jaw the teen quickly approached the girl still sitting on the floor and demanded her to get on her feet, and tightened his hold around her hand. Taking another glance around him, he spotted Dawn’s Mamoswine clearing a path for them to run through, and they both made a dash for it.

Elizabeth growled as she recognized the two teens amidst the thick smoke and flames, and wildly reached into her pocket to call out her second Pokémon. The loud crack of the capsule caught Ash’s attention, as the Pokémon’s form began to take shape. His brown eyes widened. The Pokémon floated in mid air, as its magnetic hands beginning to spark elegant branches of yellow, waiting for its masters commands. “Magnezone, use Sonic Boom!” All three of Magnezone's magnets glowed white, a loud hum emerging from the large Pokémon as it spun around, generating its energy to send a shock wave to the two teens.

Ash yanked May into his body, as both returned to the ground, successfully dodging the deadly attack. The attack destroyed the wall where used to be a bed, and the roof collapsed, making the room look lopsided. Ash huffed as he felt the same tension in his chest spread out to his arms, causing a little difficulty to get back on his feet. Checking to see if the girl was okay, the boy nodded and both were on the move again.

Elizabeth screamed like a lose animal out of its cage and clawed the air as she demanded her next attack, “Thunder shock, and don’t you dare miss this time!”

The Steel type began to charge itself, humming again in that metallic tone, its focus tacked on the two targets. Before Magnezone could release all that energy, a screech came from the shadows behind its target. A yellow glow with deadly sparks reeled the Steel type in, leaving a rustic scent in the air. It wasn’t too long until that powerful force collided with the surprised Pokémon, completely sending the large Magnet to slam up to the ceiling, and electrocute itself. Ash blinked from the sudden change of attack, and gazed into the dissipating smoke. The electric type’s cheeks flared with electricity, filled with anger and determination to protect its trainer. To protect its best friend. The Magnezone drifted out from its crater and glared at the small rodent below it, its magnets glowing white once again.

May tugged on Ash’s hand desperately, “We have to get out of here! Come on!” Ash ignored her, staring out to his Pokémon charging up to attack the enemy. “Ash!” As if to voice her pleases, the Pikachu glanced over its shoulder to shout for its trainer to escape, asking to put his trust on it to protect them. Ash made a face of confliction, and depended on that hand in his from staying there to help his Pokémon. Ash gave a look of apology to the girl, turned his back on the fight that was yet to break out, and lead the rest of the way out of the room.

Pikachu’s paws seeped into the burnt carpet, its sharp teeth exposed in a shrill of anger. The Magnezone was at its peak of its power and released a sound wave at the rodent, continuously aiming for it as the small Pokémon dodged each and every one. This made the steel type irritated, and it turned to another resort. Gliding closer for a clearer shot, the Magnezone began to make its own elegant electric show, its blue branches zapped at the ash filled air, charging up for the next deadly attack. Using its discharge to try and nail the rodent, the Magnezone spread its electricity in different directions for a higher chance of a hit. However, this Magnezone wasn’t dealing with some armature Pikachu, but rather a highly trained one. Leaping into the air, bending its slender back to dodge the attack, Pikachu rotated its body to face the large Magnet, and screeched a battle cry as it used thunderbolt. A blistering sound came from the Steel type as the attack hit it dead on, and its large body lingered in the air with the scent of rusted metal. Before the large Magnet would hit the awaiting ground, a zap of red surrounded its body and carried the poor thing back into its pokeball.

Elizabeth glared at the pokeball in her hand and stuffed it in her coat pocket. I’m going to have to replace you later. Looking up to the damage that was done to the room, and her current situation she growled a cuss and came down to her decision. It was time to fall back. Retrieving her Regice’s Pokeball she aimed it towards the Ice-Type, “Return!” Soon the light consumed the Ice-Type too. Clenching the sphere in her hand she called out to two remaining guards in the middle of holding back a Mamoswine, “The police will be here soon, it’s time to return to base.” A surprise look masked the two’s faces making the red head more angry, “Come on you idiots, Listen to your Commander’s orders!” Without question, the two guards recalled their Pokémon, and rushed to their leader’s side.

“Ash!” Brock slowed to a halt as the view of his injured friend came clear.
Brock’s eyebrows rose in shock, seeing the other person next to the panting boy. Not wanting to waste any time asking why May was here, Brock reached out to the overwhelmed boy, demanding him to use him as a support to get them out of the room. Assured that Ash’s good arms were wrapped around his neck, Brock carried him out the rest of the way, shouting behind him for May to follow. Before she did, she chanced a look over her shoulder, her sapphire eyes meeting with blazing gold. The woman in white glared with a deep hatred at her and said something incomprehensible to May’s ears. The guard to Elizabeth’s left smashed something hard to the ground, suddenly creating an explosion of dark smoke to consume the three. May squinted through the thick smoke, and felt at ease when she saw them no longer there.

“Hey you!” May jumped in surprise as a bluenette grabbed onto her shoulder, “What are you doing? The building’s going to collapse!” Tugging on her shoulder and eventually luring the teary eyed May, both girls rushed out of the flaming room and after the boy’s footsteps.

As she ran with the girl who led her to safety the tears she so dearly held back, were released. They flew freely in the air as she ran freely out of the collapsing center.
For now she was free.

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Ugh, I really don’t like this chapter as much as my other ones…this stupid writer’s block was really beating me up! So I don’t expect much liking from you guys for this chapter but, here you go. I’ll try to make up for this in the next chapter! Thank you so much for reading, and if you can review! It’s the only thing that keeps me motivate to write!
See you soon, doves!

-Satoshi<3

[Speedy_Fox_IV]

I'm so glad that you've updated. I was going to post this on FF.net but it's not letting me login at the moment. I didn't really find this chapter to bad. It helped develop that characters a bit and gave us a bit more insight into what our main villan group is planning. All I can say now is keep up the good work.

[Hoennmaster1]

Believe me, there's nothing wrong with the chapter Your descriptions are as vivid as ever, and the story still kept me on the edge of my seat. Well done, and keep going!

Also, Pikachu <3

[midnightjewelz]

Once again, beautiful chapter. Full of great detail and emotion. The story isn't rushed and the plot just flows so well. (and congrats on the award. you truly deserve it.)

And poor Pikachu, my heart goes to him! XD

[Azurelight]

Wow, I'm really loving the plot here!!! It's super suspenseful and just fun to read!! I'm a huge Advanceshipper myself, and this is so far really unique from some of the stuff I've written and read

I love how you put Aaron in the story, because when I first saw the eighth Pokemon movie, I immediately thought he was a relative of Ash's cause they looked so alike!! And I love the way you made Ash's personality in the beginning; He was relaxed and laid back, but more strong-willed and passionate during battle. That's how I always see him

I'm super curious about May right now, I really want to know how she and Elizabeth are connected. It's so interesting, keep up the good work! This story is wonderful so far! Oh, and if I can, PM list please? Thanks so much!

[Satoshi<3]

Just checking in now on replies because this story is taking a while for me to write. I mean I probably written the beginning part of it like two times because I didn't like how it flowed, but now it's pretty much smooth sailing xD I also wanted to thank you all who reviewed! Holy Crapola it made me so happy to see all of your kind words and how much you like the fic! It brings me so much joy!

Speedy_Fox_IV:
I'm so glad that you've updated. I was going to post this on FF.net but it's not letting me login at the moment. I didn't really find this chapter to bad. It helped develop that characters a bit and gave us a bit more insight into what our main villan group is planning. All I can say now is keep up the good work.

Thank you! I'm happy that you replied to my story, grazie~!

Hoennmaster1:

Believe me, there's nothing wrong with the chapter Your descriptions are as vivid as ever, and the story still kept me on the edge of my seat. Well done, and keep going!

Also, Pikachu <3

Pikachu is so bad ass xD I try to direct my writing on detail being that it's my strong point in writing, and I'm really glad you are enjoying it! I want to be good at dialogue too but I feel like I'm meh at it :3

midnightjewelz

Once again, beautiful chapter. Full of great detail and emotion. The story isn't rushed and the plot just flows so well. (and congrats on the award. you truly deserve it.)

And poor Pikachu, my heart goes to him! XD

I was so shocked when I saw my award, I was literally spazzing in front of the computer screen! Also congrats to you too! Really, thanks midnight for replying, it gives me a push to write! Yes I feel so bad for pikachu too, but I love him for being so loyal towards Ash, sticking up for him despite any situation. <3 <3

Azurelight

Wow, I'm really loving the plot here!!! It's super suspenseful and just fun to read!! I'm a huge Advanceshipper myself, and this is so far really unique from some of the stuff I've written and read

I love how you put Aaron in the story, because when I first saw the eighth Pokemon movie, I immediately thought he was a relative of Ash's cause they looked so alike!! And I love the way you made Ash's personality in the beginning; He was relaxed and laid back, but more strong-willed and passionate during battle. That's how I always see him

I'm super curious about May right now, I really want to know how she and Elizabeth are connected. It's so interesting, keep up the good work! This story is wonderful so far! Oh, and if I can, PM list please? Thanks so much!

Oh Grazie~!
I'm a huge Advanceshipper too!<3

Aaron in my story isn't the Aaron in the 8th movie, but is directed as a decedent of Sir Aaron like Ash is in the lucario movie. I wanted to put my spin of how Ash is related to Sir Aaron in the movie by making his father and his bloodline being able to pass down the ability to use Aura like Ash's father is able to. Ash's father is named Aaron for the fact that Sir Aaron is connected to the family line (so in reality wouldn't Ash's father be like,Aaron the 2nd? xD)

Oh yeah! I see Ash exactly like I describe him, I love him so much you have no idea <3

About May I might as well explain i here because I don't think I'll mention directly how Elizabeth and her are connected TT > TT

Elizabeth (as explained two chapters back) is a recruiter, meaning she collects people to be transferred back to her brothers facilities to be experimented on. So her job is to capture anyone that fits her brother's liking, and also is in charge of people who try to escape to make sure they are returned back to their facilities. So as May is a escapist, it's naturally Elizabeth's job to return her back to where she was kept.

The Next chapter however will explain why she is being chased in the first place.

Thank you for all the lovely reviews and I hope to update soon! See you soon doves~ <3

-Kimi