I felt my paws pound the ground, carrying me towards the scream.

Stupid! I growled to myself. Stupid! I shouldn't have left her; there were wild pokèmon out there! Why didn't I just stay with her like I was told?

"Help!" She yelled again.

I skidded into the clearing. The Houndoom stood over her, snarling in her face.

"Grroff of her!" I yowled, fury etching my voice. A red glow emitted around me as I reared up on my hind paws and crashed down on the Houndoom.

It's shout of pain was bound to scare away every wild pokèmon from here to New Bark. I picked it up and tossed it away from my trainer, hoping to keep her out of the fight.

This was going to get messy.

The Houndoom snarled. "How could you," he growled. "We're pokèmon, she's human. We could both be free of those Pokèballs that hold so many of our kind, yet you are fighting me?"

I snarled. "You have had no trainer, nor have you battled gym after gym, grew with your trainer, or felt her proud pat on your head as she praised you. You've always fought out of bloodlust, not for a reason, but I've had a reason to battle. I've met new trainers, met new pokèmon, and fallen in love with my trainer and what we do. You are just wild. You wouldn't understand. But I tell you one thing, brother. I will destroy you for laying a paw on her."

I sprung onto his back, ripping at his flesh. He yowled, bucking, trying to shake me off, but we were equals. Being female, I was smaller than most Arcanines, but I was nearly the same size as the Houndoom, with just as much strength. He screamed as I tore him apart. In the last moments of our battle, I ripped his neck open, and he dropped to the ground, lifeless. I'd gone farther than most pokèmon dared go; killing another pokèmon. We'd hurt them, enough to make them faint, but they'd always revive. A pokèmon typically only died from old age, but not battle, unless two wild pokèmon came around each other.

I had killed a pokèmon.

That pokèmon attacked my trainer.

My trainer!

I skidded over to her. She was in bad shape. Blood came from wounds all over her, caused by the Houndoom's slashing teeth. Her sweaty blonde hair was plastered to her face and neck. Her clothes were stained red. She needed help, and fast.

What should I do now?

I couldn't leave her side, another pokèmon could come. I didn't know how to open a pokèball, so I couldn't get another one to watch her either. Someone would come along, right?

I curled up by her side, resting my giant head gently on her small belly. She groaned quietly and curled into my side.

If she died, so would I. I wouldn't live without her. I whimpered slightly.

I closed my eyes and waited for the light.

So how was that? That was a prologue, so ya know, it's nothing big yet. I'll post new chappies soon! You know what keeps me going, REVIEWS! :D