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At some point in life we all question why we do somethings or why things happen. Well things took a turn for the worst for Dakota Fenris on his twenty-second birthday. With his supposed "family", a group of mobsters that adopted him when he was three. Begrudgingly had to follow the orders of the main heads upset brat of a daughter. Things were good till today when everyone tied him to a chair. When two of the members found him nineteen years ago as he was hung on a fence in a attempt to kill him off. Rope around his neck as he was some how keeping himself propped in a strange way, preventing the rope from strangling him while they could hear his frustrated curses towards two people. The two mobsters chuckled wryly as they approached slowly at what they heard as they've had some similar past events themselves before joining their current group. As they approached the kid they hard some of his rant which made them question if this kid was always around "free mouthed" people to learn what he is saying.

"Fucking shitty woman chasing asshole dad and slut of a stepmother. Why the hell should I die for your worthless asses?! I had to listen your shit only for you try hanging me in a place people never visit! I was better off secretly planning to leave tonight before you did this to get rid of extra expenses! I hate life, I was just supposed to be a normal kid but I got stuck with two people who are shitty. Ah I should've drove that damn screw driver into that worthless mans eye as he grabbed me then at least I would've given them a more memorable parting gift to remember."

After that while the two mobsters questioned him about things while getting him down with the kid rubbing his neck as he held the rope that was meant to strangle him. After ten minutes of questioning and deciding he had nothing left to loose the mobsters would drop him off at a orphanage like place with the manager looking at them strangely the whole time. After they left he'd go through many homes for six years as he would annoy the families with how abrasive and pessimistic he was after everything that happened with the two "family members" he used to live with. Once he returned for the eight time by a father who had most of his left arm covered in bandages from being suddenly attacked. While Dakota himself had a stitched up gash on his head while the rope from his hanging incident was coiled around his arm as a reminder he didn't want to let vanish from his sight. The orphanage caretaker had given up on him and decided to just leave him alone but as he walked by them he clearly said something they wouldn't take at face value.

"That man and his wife like to abuse and assault kids ya know, if I didn't do anything a two year old would be floating down a river with her head bashed in from a rock. They had fun trying to mess with me afterwards but I only got away with a gash, you should be careful of potential adopters they may just be as fucked up ya know?"

The caretaker dismissed his words as very likely lies to making his latest return look more like there was a good reason so they were dismissed entirely with a "I see". After those words he'd leave the place in the dead of night and wander around out of public sight to avoid any cops that may try picking him up and taking him back. One thing led to another with him joining his current "family" even though it was just a bunch of thugs and criminals they were more welcoming than most people he'd met and lived with. Those years till the present he deemed as the closest he'd gotten to a good family that is until he made an eight year old crime bosses daughter mad and got her father who was sad sight of being overly fatherly involved. Once the boss was involved everyone had to begrudgingly follow his orders and with no blame towards them Dakota chuckled one last time after the tenth round of electrocution, that followed after the other unsightly scenes.

Once he had died the mobsters left the bloodstained room that had a broken and smoking body that had fingers broken or missing entirely, an eye ripped out laying on the floor as knife impaled it, stabs across the front half of the body, and finally a cut off arm stump that had burnt closed. Shortly after the mobsters left an eight year entered the room and smiled at the sight of the young man who she was mad at inching close to see his face she frowned, he was smiling with a smile holding no blame. But seemingly as she got before the lifeless body the smile disappeared and was replaced by a blank expression as if saying "Oh its you" towards her appearance.

While the girl looked at the body with disdain not seeing any form regret like what she wanted or even hearing what she wanted she asked if he said anything about her after she had left the room. While the spoiled crime princess was displeased, Dakota had awoken in a bed as he sat up with one hand covering his face while he processed that he should be dead. Looking around the room it was a small clinical room of some sorts with him being laid in a random bed, sitting up and on the edge of the bed facing the door he got up and headed towards a mirror once he noticed one mounted on the wall. Looking in the reflection he saw a brownish red haired eighteen year old youth, studying his new appearance he noticed some details about himself while looking at his clothes over as well to see what they were. His left eye was mostly blind judging by the graying hazel color of it, his skin tone was slightly tanned, three fresh jagged cuts ran up from his neck to his right cheek and bit under his eye just stopping inches from the lower eyelid.

His outfit seemed to be a style of military and scientist mixed together giving it an odd look but he shrugged accepting it. The outfit was mostly black with purple trimmings and some silver buttons that held the military styled science coat close as the choice of shoes he was wearing seemed to be boats that had blood splashed on them in places. After that he checked on his new body finding that it was well an average looking one, with from what he can feel a few scars riddled on it in places mainly on his back that seemed eerily full of them.

"Just where the hell am I and why I in a new body? I know died not to long ago..... if this one of those fucking transmigration stunts from fantasy I'm gonna hit something."

As the youth thought that a transparent box appeared before his eyes.

"Ahaha.... if your suddenly seeing this hello there I'm the one who sent you to another world after you were tortured to death essentially by your ex-mafia family. Sorry but I left this note to trigger once you thought of something fantasy like which either your dancing in joy or cursing me, I don't know you mortals are a weird bunch. Either way you now have a new life and a chance to start sorta fresh, just please note that the body your in now was that of a youth from a military family in that world. He uh died from an ambush shortly after he was admitted to that clinic as the doctors left to sort out his paper work. His name was Joshua Francis, a youth wanting to study pokemon and such but due to his families more antagonistic competitors like the Aether Foundation that "helps" pokemon. Right now your current situation is a little special as your in the main Aether headquarters after one of the employee's children saw the dying Joshua and dragged him there which surprised the staff. Just as a note of reference though, if you want to survive long I'd suggest acquiring some pokemon and maybe see if you can help the poor soul that they've created. Its located a few floors below your current one, good luck kid your gonna need it. P.S. as a "gift" I implanted three little things into your soul I deemed useful for an ex-criminal like you as reward for the good acts you did even though you were a murderous criminal. One being able to understand this worlds pokemon and if you want to get freaky even with them leading some interesting developments, weird mortals.

The second is you won't get overly stressed from situations given how much you often had stress induced panic attacks while doing your daily work. Which helps you also think clearly in a situation like fighting for your life if you can catch my drift in how I expect you'll use it. The last being that old six shooter gun you cherished since your twelfth birthday after one of the older mafia members bought it for you, before eventually being executed for defying orders to do something she felt she didn't want to partake in. The ammo is something you don't need to worry about, just trust your oldest partner and pull the trigger when you have to and all will be fine. ~ From Thanatos the god of death"

"Seriously I'm in that old cartoon show world? Eh when life gives you lemons and a bullet make bloody lemonade as uncle Thane used to say. Now thinking about this little hint that was left..... I may as well see what poor soul I'm supposed to meet then scram from this place, since this can't get any worse for me I mean I already died now I'm in a thrashed body."

After thinking over his next course of action he left the room carefully, walking down the white metallic hallways as a worn but well loved python revolver formed slowly in the youths right hand as he walked down the halls. Occasionally he would see a camera and study it a bit before finding it blind spot and slipping by so he wouldn't get seen just yet by someone if they're watching the camera feed. As he explored around he found a way down before he was met with a male Aether employee looking at him blankly, before the man could say anything the youth grabbed his face. Pulling the man towards him and into a head lock as the man flailed about before a loud cracking sound was heard faintly before the once struggling mans hands fell limply his eyes stuck open wide in disbelief upon his neck being snapped. Gently dropping the body the youth looked around before stripping the corpse down its boxers putting the uniform on as he hid his clothes while tucking his revolver between his pants and shirt. As he came upon a room marked as a storage room he slid the door open before walking in as he pulled the uniforms hat down over his face and looked around the room a bit.

Seeing a few red and white balls in the room and some food like items he walked around till he found a decently sized bag and strange holster like thing presumably for the balls he spotted before. Shrugging he stored some strange looking treats into the bag along with various equipment he had found, once done he walked up to the balls and grabbed four before pressing the protruding button on them. Releasing their various occupants that looked at the youth curiously while he idly fondled the four balls in a circular motion, the pokemon before him were a Jangmo-o, a Noibat, a Zorua, and a Sliggoo. As he looked at the four pokemon before him he squatted down to look at them all stopping his hand motion with the four balls poking each one on what would be their nose before sighing a bit.

"Well then guess it was real just had to check...... Anyways hey ya four little critters I have a question for you. Do you like this place?"

Hearing the rather strange question they took a bit to respond before shaking their heads no as they've mostly been in their pokeballs the entire time till just now when they met this strange youth before them. Seeing their mostly sure of not liking the place to his question he chuckled a little bit before standing back up. Looking down at them he thought a bit before being up front with them about the situation mostly.

"Well I'll be honest with you since I'm not a member of the Aether Foundation. I just woke up here after I most certainly died and now I'm just following this weird feeling. Which is maybe two more floors below us, why I'm wearing this outfit well I snapped a mans neck and stole it. So given the current situation wanna tag along with me? It'll be rough but its better than a storage room right?"

Hearing his rather strange and blunt explanation one of the young pokemon spoke up. It was the Noibat that looked him a little apprehensively knowing things could go very wrong.

"Nooooi ba noi noi bat" <If we go with you won't we just get hurt?>

"Oh you'll most certainly get hurt if you follow me but I'll try keeping you safe if I can."

"Sliiii sli sli gooo" <You understand us? Also what do you mean you most certainly died?>

"Yep I can understand ya guys just fine, well I was tortured for a stupid reason in which I did die from. But seems there were other plans for me as the poor sap your seeing wasn't me before. Turns out me and him probably around the same time, died with him being gone gone while I sorta inherited his body. So yea I was most certainly very dead till a few minutes ago."

"Zorua" <Cool>

To be continued