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The Journey of Life (PG 17)

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Hollie was in her room. She couldn't sleep. Chickie had already passed out on the foot of her bed. So Hollie turned on the TV and watched some Anime. It was one of her favorite shows. Suddenly, she drifted off to sleep without even knowing. She woke up in the middle of the night, only to find a gun pointed to her head. She looked and saw the door broken down. Her first instinct was to scream. Chickie tried to use ember on the older man with the gun, but it missed. Also Hollie instinctively tried to push the gun away, but she didn't push it away enough. The trigger went off, shooting Hollie in the stomach. She screamed and screamed... and then everything went black. She would need medical attention in order to live. In a panic, Chickie ran off to go get help. Would Hollie live?
 
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Tom colapsed on the couch. He put his bag on the floor and pulled out a Pokeball. "snorunt, c'mon out!" He shouted as he threw it in the air. A bright, white light emerged and setteld to form a Pokemon, Snorunt. "Sn-" Shouted Snorunt happily, but he was interupted by Toms hand. "Shhhh!" hushed Tom. He pulled out a bottle of Dr Poke and handed it to Snorunt. "Freeze please." Said Tom kindly as Snorunt froze the outside of the bottle. "Thankyou." Scott took a sip and then spat it out. Within a second, Sborunt had instantly froze the liquid in thin air. "Goodgirl!" Said Scott happily.

Tom must of drifted off as he was woken by a loud bang. A small torchik ran into the room as Tom and Snorunt woke up. The window had been forced open and one of the doors had been knocked down too. Tom and Snorunt immediantly ran to the door, where they found a man holding a gun and hollie, unconsious, in her bed. "No!" Shouted Tom angrily. "SNORUNT! ICE BEAM!!!" Bellowed Tom with fury as a beam of cold zoomed past him, hitting the man and making him freeze into a block of ice.
 
(OOC: Of course not! j/k)
Christopher's thumb was getting tired of pressing the "up" button on the remote control so many times. Maybe he was biased, but Sinnoh programming was so boring compared to Hoenn's. The good multiregional shows weren't on this late at night either.

Yawning widely, he took a shower and changed into PJs. Plopping down onto his bed, he drew up the covers and closed his eyes. Sleep came after about half an hour of checking the clock every five minutes.

"Come on, you stupid nerd, your drawings suck!" the kid yelled. He tore a piece of paper out of Christopher's hands and showed it to his friends. "Hey, look at this. Made-up Pokemon, how pathetic." Laughing he tore it into pieces and threw it into a nearby well.

An indescribable rage filled Christopher's heart. The world seemed to turn red. The bully's eyes widened, but the laughter on his face didn't change.

Christopher charged the bully and punched him in the face. Blood squirted out of the bully's nose, and he screamed. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Christopher smashed the boy's head onto the stone wall of the well, and with a final push, threw the bully into the well. "Lets see how you like being down in a well!" he screamed.

The other children were staring at him. "Chri- Christopher," one of them began to say.

Christopher's temper flared at the mention of that name. It wasn't his. It was the name of a sick, disgusting weakling. He needed a new name. He needed something to make others fear him. "My NAME is KAIN!"


A muffled bang woke him up. He was drenched in sweat. What was going on?

He heard voices outside. "SNORUNT! ICE BEAM!"

That sounded like Tom. What was going on? Christopher jumped out of bed and rushed into the hallway. Two of the doors had been flung open. He ran into Hollie's room. She was lying on the bed, bleeding from her stomach. Tom and a Snorunt were in there, as well as a man that appeared to be frozen in ice.

"What's going on?" Christopher asked.
 
Tom rushed outside, iignoring Christopher. char was tsill there and awake, so he jumped on him. "I hope Hollie doesn't mind. NOW! PASTORIA CITY!!!... please..." Char took off extremly fast, heading towards the city, they eventualy landed outside the Pokemon Centre where he found Nurse Joy and officer Jenny waiting.

"Your friend Christopher told us you were coming!" Exclaimed Officer Jenny. "Now fly us to the hotel." Said Nurse Joy. They all got on Char and he took off. They were near the hotel when Tom felt a starnge buzzing in the side of his neck; he was being electrocuted. The nurse and officer were not who they said they were. The last thing Tom could remember doing was htting the cold hard ground with a painful thud.
 
Name- Apollo Sam

Gender- Male

Age- 18

Personality- Apollo has a very aggressive behavior and follows the rule of always being first at whatever he does. Apollo is a determined and head-strong trainer that always tries to achieve the gold. Always training himself and his Pokémon, he has become bitter and as some may say a real "jerk".

Appearance- Apollo is 6'2 ft tall and is very fit. He is an athlete. As mentioned previously, he trains with his Pokémon. Apollo wears tight black jeans with a short leather jacket. Under his jacket, he wears a black t-shirt with a faded red "R" at the center. Fastening his jeans is a formal black belt. Aside from the red "R", the only other bright color on him are his white sneakers that have three black stripes running vertically at a slant on the side of them. His hands are covered under black finger-less gloves. Apollo has very messy black hair, since he never bothers to comb it. He has dark green eyes that are always seem angry. If he bothered to straighten himself up he would be good-looking but he has never done anything where his looks mattered, thus he does not care.

History- Apollo grew up in Celadon City. The city itself is very luxurious, and full of the rich, because of this, he has become a stuck up. His father was a Champion once in the Hall of Fame and explained to Apollo that if you don't win, you will always lose. Apollo realized that to go anywhere in this world he would have to be number one and lived by this. When it came to school he exceeded in all of his grades and when he was transferred to a Trainer School, it was no different there. Apollo is a born Trainer, that's all there is to it. His parents offered to buy him his first Pokémon but he refused, he believed that he had to fight for one if he were to have one of his own. Going into the outskirts of the city, he found a wild Growlithe. The Growlithe, like many wild Pokémon, was not too pleased that an outsider human entered his territory and attacked to protect himself. Apollo wrestled with the Pokémon until he finally caught it, thus it became his first Pokémon and partner.
As he grew older to the age of 16, he decided to take on the Celadon City Gym, having a strong advantage type, he won his first badge but became disappointed on how easy it was. He then started to battle trainers who entered the city and still was not impressed, he needed more. Soon a crime syndicate entered the city and began to control the casino secretly, a member of this syndicate watched Apollo battle and invited him to join their gang, promising riches and more harder battles. Uncaring for the "riches", Apollo joined just to see if any stronger opponents would head his way. Becoming the rank of "Admin" he was put to guard duty to protect the head boss. However, all who dared oppose him were too weak and once the syndicate fell to the hands of a small boy, Apollo became even more angry and decided it was time to travel, somewhere in this world there would have to be strong trainers who he could beat and enjoy in doing so.

Type of Trainer- Trainer

Other- Apollo only has three Pokémon. What lacks in quantity makes up in quality. His Pokémon and trainer almost to their peak, Apollo wishes to face the Elite 4 someday and he plans on using only the strongest.

Pokemon- 3 (He may capture more later if he deems them worthy of training.)

Species- Arcanine

Nickname- "None"

Gender- Male

Personality- Arcanine is mean and determined much like his cold master. He will fight until he can no longer move, he is in a sense the embodiment of Apollo's determination.

Obtained- Apollo literally wrestled with it and captured it in a Pokéball.

Other- Arcanine is very territorial.

Species- Kingler

Nickname- "None"

Gender- Male

Personality- Kingler, who not be as smart as Arcanine, is skilled and capable of hitting hard and is loyal to his trainer.
Obtained- Apollo found it to be the biggest and strongest of all the Krabby's in the area and decided to capture it.

Other- Kingler knows devastating attacks aside from water moves, beware.

Species- Leafeon

Nickname- "None"

Gender- Female

Personality- Leafeon is playful and kind to others. she enjoys walking outside her Pokéball and nuzzling against Apollo. Apollo however finds these traits unacceptable and unfitted for battle. He considers Leafeon his weakest link.

Obtained- It was given to him by the syndicate he used to belong to. It was have been smuggled from the Sinnoh region. Apollo is unclear how they obtained it but it proved to be strong enough in it's own way, so he decided to keep it until he finds something better.

Other- Leafeon in a sense, shows Apollo's lost childhood. He always fought to better himself, he always felt he had to win to become worthy of being noted in this world and through all this time, he never stopped to enjoy his life and to enjoy his childhood. Though, Apollo may be hard and cold, somewhere inside him there is a child who wishes to reclaim his innocence. In a way, Apollo somehow saw this in Leafeon which could explain why he holds on to a "weak" Pokémon.
 
Tom ran out of the room, to what end Christopher didn't know. He rushed forward and kneeled by Hollie's side, who had fallen off the bed and was now lying on her back against the carpet of the hotel room, her arms and legs askew.

She was bleeding bad. Christopher examined her wound, it was a nice, round hole, probably penetrated at least a few inches into her side. He was no expert, but it didn't look like it had hit any vital organs. Even so, he reckoned Hollie would bleed to death soon.

Christopher was beginning to hyperventilate. He was panicking, he had never been in such a situation where a life was on the line. He could barely move, thoughts rushed through his head in a jumbled mess, he didn't know what to do, he didn't even know where to begin...

Then, abruptly, the world changed. His panic faded away into nothingness. His vision seemed to have become crystal clear.

He looked down at the dying young woman, his face resolute. He rushed to the phone in the room and dialed the number for emergency service. After he was done calling the hospital, he called the front desk, telling them to send whatever aid they could.

Christopher tore off a piece of a cloth from the sleeve of his pajamas and stuffed it into the gaping hole, trying to stem the bleeding. While the rag became soaked with blood, he checked Hollie's breathing and pulse. Her heart was beating, but she wasn't breathing.

He had zero qualms about what he was going to do next, something in his normal state, he would have been extremely finicky about doing. Any thought besides simply saving the life of the being before him didn't even cross his mind. Even though he had only done it once, practicing on a mannequin in Health class, he pressed a hand on Hollie's forehead, tilting her head back to open her airway and pinched her nose shut. Keeping his eyes open, he put his mouth on hers and blew as hard as he could.

Hollie's body spasmed, and she began coughing. A good sign. Christopher withdrew, still on one knee, and stared at her, wondering if she would regain consciousness.
 
Hollie's eyes gradually opened after she coughed a few times.

"Ugh... what happened...?" She was in so much pain, she almost couldn't take it. Christopher said something, but it didn't sound like English; she could only focus on the pain at the point. Suddenly, two nurses ran in the room with a stretcher. They picked up Hollie and put her on the stretcher. Chickie came back, only to see a mess of her trainer, lying on the stretcher.

"Chic?" She tilted her head to the side. All of a sudden, it all became clear.

"TOOOOOORCHIIIIIIC! Chickie started crying hysterically. Meanwhile, with Hollie- she was in an ambulance. They were rushing her to the hospital, but she didn't know, the pain in her stomach and everywhere else made it too hard to think. Suddenly, she blacked out again. She woke up again.

"Wh-where am I..." A nurse was in the room, filling out papers.

"You're in the hospital, and we're prepping you for surgery. We need to sew that gaping whole in your stomach back up."

"Wh-what?!" Hollie couldn't believe what she thought she heard. She needed someone, anyone besides a nurse to comfort her. She had never been so scared in her life, scared that surgery was the only option to keep her from dying.
 
"Ugh... what happened," Hollie coughed out. Christopher turned around. He heard footsteps outside. He stepped out into the hallway, and saw a pair of nurses rushing in with a stretcher. "Where is she?" they asked simultaneously.

"In here," Christopher gestured into the room, his voice perfectly flat and level. "We need to get her to the hospital immediately."

"Right," the leading nurse replied, and both of them rushed into the room, put Hollie on a stretcher, and ran back outside. "You want to ride in the ambulance?" one of them asked.

"I'm coming," Christopher replied, and glanced at Hollie's Torchic. It was crying, presumably over its trainer. He felt nothing for it.

Christopher inhaled a sharp intake a breath. The world seemed to become much hotter and fuzzy. He felt sweat on his forehead and body. What had just happened?

He looked at the Torchic, at its sad little body. Trying to make his voice as caring as it could be, he reached out with both arms. "There there, I'm sure she'll be alright."

"Chic?" the Torchic chirped. Christopher rocked it a little in his arms. Then suddenly, he remembered about the ambulance, and rushed back outside. Where had Tom went?

Oh well. Hollie was being loaded into the ambulance. Christopher hopped into the vehicle right after the nurses. The drive to the hospital was short in terms of time, but seemed an eternity.

When they arrived at the hospital, Hollie was put in bed and prepped for surgery. She had fallen unconscious again. Although he was worried, Christopher felt nature's call and had to go to the bathroom. When he came back to Hollie's room, she seemed to be awake.

"Hey, you alright?" he asked her, with worry in his voice.
 
"Ugh..." Hollie woke up again.

"Hey, are you alright?" Christopher asked.

"N-n-not really... I mean, they're prepping me for surgery... it's all a bit too much." She saw the Chickie was following behind Christopher.

"Chickie!"

"Torchic!" Chickie cried. She jumped up on the bed, and despite Hollie's pain, she hugged it. Then, she found herself crying hysterically. Was this all a dream? First she gets shot in the stomach by some random stranger she didn't even know, then she was at the hospital, then, she was being prepped for surgery? Hollie couldn't handle all this. But Hollie knew this wasn't a dream. She knew that this was all too real, and despite her fear, she'd need to carry on. It would be hard, but she knew she could do it. Despite her attempt to think positively, Hollie continued to cry.
 
Christopher watched Hollie cry, and felt a little embarrassed. He didn't know what to do, his social skills weren't exactly the best. At school people had tended to avoid him due to his DID.

"Umm... hey, don't cry," he said, trying to sound reassuring. "I'm sure everything will be alright."

A nurse walked up to him and whispered in his ear. "Hey, you want stitches for your arm?"

His arm? Christopher looked down at his right hand. There was a long gash running down the length of his forearm. He stared at it, flexing his fingers. Strange. When did he get that? Even stranger was that he hadn't felt any pain until now, when he knew it was there.

"Uh, yeah sure."

The nurse smiled, and gestured to a door. "That room's open."

As he watched the doctor sew his skin back together, Christopher had to repress a shudder. He found the sight of needles and threads going through his skin somewhat disturbing.

"By the way, you did a good job. You probably saved that girl's life. Any medical training?" the doctor complimented him and he worked the needle into the skin of his arm.

"No," Christopher replied. He felt like telling the doctor he should talk less and focus more on getting those stitches right.

When he walked back to Hollie's room, she wasn't there. He assumed she had been moved for her surgery.
 
Christopher told Hollie not to cry. She tried not to, but it was hard. She then was moved to the surgery room. They put a mask on her, and she fell asleep. After the surgery, the nurse came back in the room with her in the stretcher. Apparently Christopher also get stitches for his arm. A nurse starting talking to Christopher.

"She's going to need to stay in the hospital for a few more days. She needs to recover from surgery."

"Wh-what?!" Hollie knew that this was gonna happen, but she didn't want to.

"I don't wanna stay in the hospital!"

"You are going to have to, Hollie," The nurse said. This made Hollie cry again.
 
Tom opened his eyes. He slowly lifted his head and looked around. He put his hand to the side of his face to discover blood dripping from a large gash beside his temple. He slowly got up, but when he tried to move his arm, he wailed in pain. He looked down at it and realised that he must of spraint it, at least. he tore a large strip of his shirt and used it as a sling. it was early morning now and Tom didn't know where he was or what had just happened. He began to make his way down a small mud bank. No Pokemon were in sight and he couldn't see any buildings. He was just thankful he was alive...
 
Hollie was in the hospital for about 2 days. After those two days were up, she was lonely as hell. After all, she had no visitors; she felt unloved because of this. However, she was out now. Hollie figured that Tom and Christopher were back at the hotel, so she sent out Char.

"To the hotel!" She exclaimed, and Char flew off into the sky. After landing at the hotel, she returned Char to his Pokeball, and knocked on Tom's door after going to the right floor. No answer, even after several knocks. She wanted to see him, to talk to someone besides a nurse or doctor. Hollie got worried, but she had a feeling Christopher would know where he was. So she knocked on Chris's door. He looked surprised to see her.

"Chris!" She said, not even thinking about the fact that Christopher probably preferred being called by his full name. She wanted to hug him, but didn't.

"Where's Tom?"

"I don't know, he's been missing for awhile now, ever since you got to the hospital."

"Really?" There was concern in Hollie's voice.

"Yeah."

"Well, we need to find him! What do you say? Will you help me look for him? Please?" Hollie looked at him, waiting for an answer.
 
Christopher headed back to the hotel, wondering where Tom was. He hoped nothing bad had happened to him. This was a bad way to start a journey, he thought, snorting at the playful thought that Hollie and Tom might just be magnets for trouble.

Back at the hotel, he paid the fee for his room, letting him sleep another night. He had asked a doctor about how long Hollie would have to stay in the hospital. The reply had been 2 days, so there was no need to pay for her room.

Walking around in the hotel, he checked his own room, and Tom's. Tom wasn't there either. Where in the world could he be? He had rushed outside during the "incident" and disappeared since. What mischief was he up to?

He spent the next two days trying to find the cheapest decent food he could find in the town, as he usually did. Relatively amatuer Pokemon trainers didn't exactly make the big bucks, and money was tight as always. Since he started his journey, Christopher had learned to be a good money manager. He had to, or he would have long since been starving and forced to return home.

The second day, there was a knock on his hotel room door. He opened it to see Hollie standing there. "Chris!" she called, to his slight annoyance. "Where's Tom?"

"I don't know, he's been missing for awhile now, ever since you got to the hospital," Christopher replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Hollie asked if he wanted to help her look for Tom. "Of course," he answered. "Can't just leave without knowing what happened. Has anybody told you why that guy attacked you, by the way?"
 
"Of course," Chris answered to her question. "Can't just leave without knowing what happened. Has anybody told you why that guy attacked you, by the way?"

"No... I wish I knew... but he looked familiar... like I've seen him before... but when I was just a baby... no. It can't be!"

"What?"

"Oh, it's nothing. Just lost in my own thoughts again. Anyways, where should we start looking?"

"I don't know."

"Well, we should ride on my Charizard's back and look."

"Ok."

So Hollie went outside, released Char out of her Pokeball, and they boarded onto the Charizard's bony back. He flew off into the sky. Hollie pointed to a desert.

"There Char. I have a feeling he's there."

"CHAAAR!" Char cried.

They landed, and started to call Tom's name, hoping for a response.
 
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