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I sat up sharply in my bed when I heard the sound of my alarm go off. I looked around the in the murky darkness of my underground room and sighed, depressed that I would soon be leaving this place behind. I got up and quickly got dressed.

I remembered the previous day well; the battle on Team Blaze's carrier, two of my friends dying by the hands of a madman and his enslaved pokemon, and myself nearly facing death. I looked at my left arm, badly burned by an Entei-human hybrid I had defeated. The skin was melted, almost to the point where it looked like muscle, but it didn't hurt, for I was able to take the heat out of the burn quickly enough.

I walked out into the main chamber of my sewer lair. I had discovered this place quite some time ago, and it had become almost like a home for me. About a week ago, I stumbled across an old man and a young woman wandering around, and found out they had escaped the destruction of their village by the hands of Team Blaze. I approached them, asking if they wanted to help me fight, and they were more than happy to join.

That was a week ago. Now, both of them are dead, and this place feels... empty. I walked over to a table and stared at the new armor I had created. My old suit had been badly damaged in the battle, and I wasn't able to recover it before the carrier was destroyed. My new suit was a black leather jumpsuit with white highlights. On the right arm, I had placed a PDA with all kinds of miscellaneous applications I might need, like a GPS or a phone. I had put extra padding on the elbows, knees, and shoulders, so I could roll, climb, jump and land with little injury. I reached out and looked at the mask; a completely white ski mask with eyes ringed in black. I had taken a heads-up display and put it in as lenses, mostly just for looks, but it also helps to have the information you need right there. I put on the body of the suit and looked in a mirror. I didn't look at the suit, though; I instead studied my face.

I had dark brown eyes that had a permanent intensity to them, so my neutral expression made me look sort of angry. My hair was the same shade of brown as my eyes, and came down to my shoulders, except in the font, which waved around in wisps that often covered my eyes. I had a bit of facial hair, as I had not shaved in quite some time, which was greatly contrasted by my pale face.

I had been through so much in the past year. My parents had disappeared without a trace, so I was sent to a boarding school. I ran away after a while because the teachers and students were all cruel, and I learned during my escape that it was a recruitment school for Team Blaze, and that they were responsible for my parent's death. So I ran, and ended up here.

I slipped on my mask and looked back at the table to see a lone poke ball near the edge. I looked at it sadly. It had belonged to Gwen, the young woman who used to stay here, and had been given to me just before she died. In it was Morgana, a Gardevoir who had almost killed herself when Gwen died, and if it hadn't been for me recalling her at the last moment, she would have.

I grabbed it quickly, about to hit the release button to send her out, and stopped. What if she tries again? I thought, horrified. I had promised I would take care of her, and didn't want to risk her any harm. But, I knew that she wouldn't get any better just sitting in that thing. So, I hit the button, tossed the ball in the air, and waited.

After a bright flash of red, there was a pokemon standing before me, with the appearance of a young girl with green hair and a long, white dress. Her head was bowed, and her eyes were closed. I took a slow step towards her.

"Morgana?" I asked slowly. The moment I said her name, her eyes snapped open, and I knew something was wrong. Her eyes were completely white, showing no emotion. I took a step back, but before I could retain my footing, I was slammed into a wall behind me by an unseen force. I screamed in pain as my back hit the wall with a loud thud. I looked up through squinted eyes to see Morgana hovering above the ground, one arm outstretched. Her head was tilted in a curious manner, but her face was expressionless.

I strained to speak under the pressure. "Morgana! It's me, Wesley! Don't you remember who I am?"

She narrowed her white eyes, and I felt the pressure getting stronger. I knew I had to think of something fast, or I would be crushed against the wall of a sewer. Not exactly the end I was going for.

I glanced over at the table and saw my specially designed crossbow sitting there, pre-loaded with tranquilizer bolts. Yeah, that'll work, I thought as I raised my arm painfully. I could have sworn I heard the bone of my forearm breaking against the force as I slowly held out my hand and folded my fingers to activate the "return" function on my suit. The moment I did, the crossbow flew neatly into my hand, and I wasted no time in pulling the trigger.

I fell heavily to the floor, panting heavily. I looked up and saw Morgana looking at her shoulder. There was a 6-inch bolt with a syringe mounted on it. She looked at it, then at me as her eyes became clearer. I saw an expression of worry and panic suddenly cross her face.

Wesley? Her voice filled my head in disbelief. Then her eyes rolled back as she fell to the floor. I quickly rushed over and dove to catch her, thankful my suit kept me from scraping on the hard floor. I groaned as I stood up, still weak from the attack. I was surprised that I had been able to catch her, but then again, an adrenaline rush can make a person do crazy things.

About a half hour later, I had laid her down in a bed in a recently vacated room. It had belonged to Steven, a boy who had joined us a few days ago, and left just the day before shortly after Team Blaze's defeat. With him, he took Vix, a Delphox who had been captured by Team Blaze while she was traveling with Steven. It was thanks to them I was finally able to realize that I needed to keep fighting Team Blaze, not just for myself, but for everyone. If I didn't, who would? I kept this thought in my mind as I slowly walked to my room to rest. I lazily took off my armor and threw it to the floor, and collapsed as if my white t-shirt and shorts were unbearably heavy.

When I woke up, I was in the middle of a clearing somewhere in the woods. I looked around quickly, but could find no sign as to how I got there. I stood up slowly and looked up. It was nighttime, but there were no stars out. I narrowed my eyes and studied the sky, searching desperately for those little points of light, when I heard footsteps behind me. I snapped around, arms raised to defend myself, and saw a beautiful girl walking out of the trees. She was smiling gently, and something about her told me she meant no harm.

"Calm yourself, Wesley; I do not have much time. Great peril lies ahead, and you must be warned, for the sake of all."

I listened intently as she spoke: "Evil forces have learned of you exploits, and are guessing your intentions. They are preparing their final plan to achieve power once and for all, and only you and those who join you have any chance of stopping them."

I raised an eyebrow. "Those who join me? What does that mean?"

She closed her eyes, deep in thought. "You will meet a boy, about your age, who has followed a dark path for a long time, and desperately seeks redemption. With him will be a shy Lucario, who will stand out amongst others you may have seen." She looked up at me again. "The odds are greatly stacked against you, but if you use the gifts you have, and the gifts you will receive." Saying this, she held out her hand. Floating above her palm was a floating golden orb. "This will help an analytical mind like yours in the challenges ahead."

I reached out hesitantly, and as I took it, everything around us slowly faded to white, until we were surrounded by endless nothingness. She looked at me, and I saw a joyful gleam in her eyes.

"Good luck. I hope you do not fail on your quest." She said as she turned around and walked away, slowly fading into the nothingness that surrounded us.

"Wait! What am I supposed to do? What do I need to stop?" I called after her desperately. I ran in the direction she went in for a few yards, but there was no sign of her. I sighed and stared ahead helplessly.

Suddenly, I heard a growling behind me. I turned around and saw that the endless white had a boundary where it immediately changed to an expanse of blackness. In the darkness, I could see several sets of eyes, varying in size, shape, color and expression, but they all showed negative emotions, mostly fear and anger. I scanned them all quickly, trying to make out what they were, when one pair in particular caught my attention. This one did not appear to belong to a pokemon. In fact, it looked almost... human. The only thing off was that they were glowing crimson with black, void-like pupils. These eyes moved closer to me, right to the edge of the void so I still couldn't see their owner, and I heard a strange voice. It sounded cold and teasing, like a predator taunting its prey. It spoke softly, but in the complete silence of the expanse around us, it may as well have been amplified.

"Run."

I shot up in my bed suddenly, soaked in sweat. I looked around to confirm I was back in my room. I got up quickly and ran out into the main chamber, looking for something to calm myself down. I saw my crossbow sitting on a table, just waiting for a modification. I ran over to it and sat down, and I felt a strange sensation, like everything, including myself, was moving in slow motion. I looked at the parts in front of me and saw them in a new light; it was as if just seeing them allowed me to discover what they were designed for. I looked over a device I had been looking over for quite some time, and now realized it was a thermal scanner.

I could use that as a sight, I thought excitedly as time went back to its normal speed and I began to work on my addition.

When it was finished, I looked through it at the room around me. Everything was green, but it was filled with a red orange blob when I placed my hand in front of it. Perfect. I thought, smiling. Just then, I heard a rustling coming from the other room. I turned and saw Morgana slowly walking out, looking embarrassed.

"Oh hey, you're awake." I said, smiling. I wanted to keep the mood light, so I didn't bring up her almost killing me.

She looked up at me, her eyes sad. You need to destroy my ball, Wes. Her sad voice said in my mind. If I stay here, I'll only end up hurting you. I'm not stable after what happened the other day. She crouched down and bowed her head sadly, as if she were hiding tears. I got up and quickly ran over to her.

"Hey, it's ok," I said reassuringly, "I know it sucks when you lose someone close to you. You get over it after a while, but you always remember the difference they made on your life. I promised I would take care of you; I'm not going to let you run away and make me break that promise."

She looked up at me. But I almost killed you earlier! She shouted, If you hadn't have shot me, you wouldn't be having this conversation with me!

I looked straight ahead. "But we are. That means I'm doing something right." She looked over at me, curiosity in her eyes.

Why? You could have run away rather than take the chance of me exploding like that again.

"Like I said, I promised Gwen I would keep you safe. And..." I stood up slowly and looked down at her, "I need a little help. I'm going to go out and finish off Team Blaze. I may have killed their leader, but there will be others who will try and take his place. When they do, everything we did yesterday will mean nothing." I held out my hand. "Will you join me and not only stop Team Blaze, but also avenge all of our lost friends?" she looked up at me, her sadness replaced by determination.

You bet I will. She said as she shook my hand. I smiled. "Alright, I need to gather some things, and then we'll be ready to go." I turned and walked back to my room, my expression suddenly changing from happiness to distress. What did the woman in my dream mean? And what were all those eyes? I thought. These were questions I desperately wanted to know the answer to, but something deep down told me I wouldn't like what they were.