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A young man stumbled through the forest brush, clutching his bleeding side and limping from the bullet biting into his leg. He leaned against the trunk of a tree while he looked around for any signs of his pursuers. Though it may be hard to see anything in the forest at night, the moon was out and gave some illumination to see if not perfectly. Of course, the same went for those after him. It was stupid of him really, trying to take down two team galactic grunts. He had managed to take out both their Pokémon but as soon as he recalled his instead of the customary payment, they both drew pistols and aimed at him, demanding that he hand over his pokémon. He had managed to drop one with a swift uppercut; but before he could get to the other opponent, the grunt fired a round that hit him in the abdomen. Instead of fighting he decided to run into the woods in hopes of eluding them, but not before another round struck him in the leg.

So there he was, leaning against a tree, bleeding from gunshot wounds, and judging from the rustling of branches behind him, being pursued by the guys looking to finish him off. This just wasn't his day. The young man inhaled and clenched his jaw preparing himself for the pain to come. Launching off the tree, he half ran half hobbled his way through the woods trying not to make too much noise lest he give away his position. He managed to make it about twenty yards before the pain forced him to stop. Holding his breath, he listened to see if the two grunts heard him. Other than the pounding in his ears he heard nothing. Gasping for air he steadied himself against another tree. While he was catching his breath, he took in his surroundings. Nothing but woods to his left and right but ahead he saw a clearing in the tree line. The man gently limped to the clearing and found that he was near the edge of a steep hill, one that overlooked the rest of the forest and the river that ran through it. It was quite the sight and he would've enjoyed it if not for the circumstances.

Sliding down the tree he was leaning against, he looked at his wounds to see how bad they were. The one in his leg was deep, the blood managed to make a large stain in his denim jeans, but it didn't feel like the bullet struck bone; then again he'd never been shot before. It seemed the one in his gut was the worst. Blood oozed from the wound and covered his t-shirt with the sticky substance both front and back. The young man knew this was a bad sign; already he was feeling pale and weak. With a painful grunt he managed to take off is poke ball belt and grabbed the fifth one in the row. Pushing the release button, the capsule opened releasing the pokémon, a pidgeotto.

"R...Rosa, come here."

The bird cocked its head at him questioningly at first, and then noticed the blood that stained his shirt. Its eyes opened with alarm. Before it could do anything else, the young man glared at it with his one good eye and shushed it.

"Sssshhhh!! Right now there are two really bad men back there looking for me. They... they want the pokémon I'm carrying." The man grimaced in pain. It was really getting bad. "I need you to take them back home. Tell Gale about the Galactic Grunts that are after me and that I'm in serious trouble."

He then put the belt in Rosas talons and the bird stretched its wings preparing to take off. Giving him a final worried look, the pidgeotto took off into the night to deliver the message. All that was left to do was wait now. The young man took off his shirt and wrapped it around his waist. Making a tight knot over the wound; he hoped the pressure would give him enough time to be rescued. Leaning back against the tree again he watched the stars in the sky over the horizon. Just as he passed out from the lack of blood, a shadow from behind him moved.

Beep...beep...beep...beep...

*grumble* knock it off with the god damn beeping already! I'm trying to sl- wait... beeping?

The young man slowly grew more aware of his surroundings as he awoke from his previous unconscious state, his eyes opening a crack. The first thing he saw was a white tiled ceiling with florescent lights embedded in it. Hissing at the stinging light, he moved his arm to block it from his sensitive eye and noticed an IV sticking out of his hand and gauze wrapping his forearms. He stared for a moment then it clicked. He was in a hospital.

I guess Rosa got home in time for Gale to call the police.

He slowly sat up, wincing as the tenderness in his side flared from a dull ache to a sharp stabbing pain. As he waited for the pain to die down, the door opened and a man wearing a white coat walked in. He seemed extremely focused on whatever was on the chart to the point where he still hadn't realized he was awake, even while he was checking his pulse. Slightly amused at this, the man quickly removed his wrist from the doctor's loose grasp and in turn, firmly grabbed his.

That caught his attention.

"HOLY SH-!!... Ah... you're up. Good. *ahem* How are you feeling Mr. Kenith?"

"You can call me Blake doc and considering I go shot, I'm doing alright I think." He said with a slight smile. "I mean, it could've been worse, right doctor...?"

"Davis and yes it could've been very much worse. A bullet through your abdomen, the other nearly shattering your femur; frankly, it's a miracle that you were able to make your way to hospital in the shape you were in."

Blake's smile disappeared upon him mentioning how he got here. "What are you talking about? The last thing I remember is being in a forest and bleeding out."

The doctor scrunched his face in puzzlement. "Really? That's all you remember? That is odd. Well, perhaps Officer Jenney will shed some light on the issue after she has completed her investigation."

Just as he finished speaking, there was a light knock on the door before it opened, revealing a woman in police attire.

"Well, speak of the Darkrai. You seem to be doing fine Mr.Kenith, so I'll leave you be. It will be a about a week or so before you can go home so try to rest up."With a curt nod to the officer the doctor left and closed the door behind him.

The officer didn't say anything at first. She stood at the foot of the bed for a moment and gave Blake a once over. She noted he was tall and thin, but had a slight tone of muscle, showing he was at least physically active. His short black hair was messy, probably from sweat and probably blood she deduced. Overall he looked like a regular young adult with the exception of one thing. She noticed a burn mark surrounding a deep scar that crossed diagonally from his foreheads center to his left cheek. Part of it was covered by the eye patch he wore. It didn't seem to be recent though. There were signs of partial healing yet she found it odd that the doctors didn't treat it.

Blake cleared his throat; knocking the officer out of her thoughts. Apparently she had gone from observing to staring blankly without realizing it, according to his slightly anxious behavior. Embarrassed, she quickly sat down on a nearby chair.

"Mr. Kenith, I understand that you have been through a great ordeal but I need your statement. "

Blake explained that he was delivering some pokémon purchased from a trainer in Eternia City and escorting them back to the ranch near Solaceon town. Blake had come across a few trainers but managed to talk his way out of battling them, saying he was just an errand runner. It was the two Galactic grunts that refused to let him pass without a fight.

"So after you defeated them, they pulled pistols on you? That is concerning. How did you manage to escape?"

"Well I've been in my fair share of fights so I know how to handle myself. All I managed to do was deliver a quick uppercut to one of them which put him on his ass. Before I could get to the other one he shot me."

Blake told the officer anything else he could remember about the grunts that attacked him and mentioned anything else he could remember that might be important. A good hour later she had all the information she needed.

"Well, I think that's all I need. I'll contact you once I get a solid lead. I hope you get better soon."

Later into that night, while Blake was fast asleep, a soft pink glow started emanating from the center of the room. The glow quickly faded and there stood two pokémon; one small and pink with a long tail with a bulb like end the other was exactly like the small one only larger and gave off a menacing aura compared to the cute innocence the smaller one radiated.

Well, he seems to be doing better. Good. The small pokémon said as it floated over to Blake's bed.

The larger pokémon just shook its head and took a few steps forward. I still don't understand why you would even bother to save him sister. I saw nothing worth it in his mind.

He put his life on the line to protect pokémon that weren't even his. He may not be exemplary towards pokémon but he is still shows kindness.

The taller pokémon looked at the smaller one questioningly. And are you sure that is the only reason you decided to save him?

The small pokémon brought its tiny paw up to its pointed chin in thought.

Well, I suppose him looking cute didn't hurt.

The larger pokémon just put its head in its tri digit hand.

I should've figured. Only you would have a thing for humans.

Oh, c'mon, you have to admit the scar does give him a wounded poochyena look, doesn't it? Plus there's just something about him that just draws my curiosity. Do you get that from him?

No.

The small pokémon just rolled its eyes. Oh, stop your stalling and get over here.

The larger pokémon walked up to the side of the bed just as the smaller pink pokémon laid its head on Blake's chest.

You know, they say you can tell a person's true personality by listening to their heartbeat.

That's a load of Tauros shit and you know it.

C'mon, do you mean to tell me that the great Mewtwo is afraid of a hu-ack!

Before she could finish, Blake rolled on his side and effectively trapped the small pokémon between his arms to the point where she could hardly move. Needless to say the Mewtwo was thoroughly enjoying her predicament.

Ahhhhhahahahahaaa! I knew you had a thing for humans, Mew, but to sleep with them...

Sh-shut up! She told Mewtwo with a rosy tint on her cheeks. If you're not going to come any closer then at least look into his mind and read his emotions.

Oh fine. Mewtwo's eyes began to glow and stared at Blake.

I'm sensing respite, anxiety, nervousness...

Go back farther. Back to the time of when he got wounded.

Alright. I sense... fear... worry... relief...peace?

By now Mew had already teleported out of Blake's arms and to the side of Mewtwo.

See? Now isn't that unusual? Most humans would be feeling any other emotion, anger or dread, anything but peace. Doesn't that make you wonder why?

No.

Liar.

Ok fine. It makes me minutely curious about him. Happy?

Not really, but it'll have to do for the moment. C'mon, we'll let him rest for now, but we will be keeping tabs on him.

Why?

I don't know for certain. I just feel we should keep an eye on him.

If you want to play stalker go ahead, but I'll not be forced to get involved again.

With a roll of Mews eyes, both pokémon where enveloped in a brief glow of pinkish light and then they were gone.

Hey all. This is my first time posting on AGNPH and it's been a while since I've written so, sorry if I'm a bit rusty. Please give your opinions and feedback if you can (I know it's the first chapter, but anything is better than nothing) and I hope to add the second chapter sometime soon.