This will be my first story ever. I'm picking up where Deffconm, the original creator left off. Out of respect for them, I will leave the chapters that they had made somewhat intact. If you somehow have not checked him out, you should, he's really good. Beware that all of their content – as well as most of mine – is only suitable for mature audiences. You have been warned, so don't come crying to me if you don't heed my warning and lose your innocence. Anyways, enough of my ramblings, onto the story!

Key

"Text" = Speech

(Text) Thought

-POV-

[Time] = Time setting/Time lapse

{Speech} = Telepathy

And away we go!

-Christian-

[Present]

Another day just like any other, with nothing special happening in the previous or next one. My life is so bland lately due to so many things happening in such a short amount of time, it's like every second is an hour. I've been through so much misery in these past years, but had the perfect life when I was born.

[2 years ago]

I was born on October 8th, 21XX, from a professional sportsman (Dad), and a Pokémon trainer (Mom). My dad plays for a professional soccer club to support us. He has some good skill, and great ball control for passing onto his teammates. He is one of the best in the team, known for his great leadership and tactical strategies, which earned him a spot as captain. He had a really outgoing personality, making him quite cocky at times, but he was still fun to be with, and was a great dad. He was my idol, I looked up to, and wanted to be like him. The sport looked fun to play, so I asked him if he could teach me. He told me I have to wait until I was 10. My mother was a fantastic trainer and has beaten numerous challengers with her Pokémon. She is more outgoing than my dad, but also calm and serene. She has had some exciting times before, and loves to play with her Pokémon. She taught me everything about Pokémon, such as their types, power, abilities, moves, where they can be found and so much more. During my early pre-teen years, I would play soccer every other day, and between those days, I would study about Pokémon usually by myself or with my mom. I made a couple of friends along the way. Some wanting to play sports, not just soccer, others wanting to travel the globe to catch 'em all, and some even crazy enough to try and do both! It was great. It was life.

[1 year later]

But… I guess nothing lasts forever, huh? When I turned 14, I thought it would be an awesome day, until my dad got into some hot water and was diagnosed with… cancer. It tore me and my mom apart, a birthday gift that would stab me in the heart and scar me for life. Seeing how fit my dad was, I thought he was invincible and that nothing could stop him. Apparently my dad had something called the Li-Fraumeni Syndrome, which causes a mutation in the TP53 gene, increasing the chances of many types of cancer, such as: soft tissue sarcomas, breast cancer, leukemia, lung cancer, and so on. What my got was Leukemia, which hit his physique like a truck. He couldn't support his club anymore, so he was forced to retire. He went through chemotherapy by taking some drugs that would destroy cancer cells. We were praying and hoping that he would recover.

[Months later]

I was startled awake by my mom yelling at my dad; he was lying in my mom's arms, dying. I quickly rushed across the living room and knelt down next to my dad. I examined him. His skin was paler than an Absol's fur, his breathing was slow and shallow, and his heartbeat was fading.

"Mom, should… should we call the hospital?" I my mom frantically. She didn't say a word, continuing to sob and hold my dad close to her.

"I'm going to get the phone," I said in a hurry. I proceeded to sprint towards my room and got my transceiver.

"Hello, this is Nurse Joy, how may I be of service?"

I responded quickly, nearly cutting her off at the end "I need an emergency transport to the Poke center for my father, IMMEDIATELY!" I saw her shouting away from the screen

She then turned back to the screen and said, "We will be there right away." She then promptly ended the call.

[2 weeks later]

We were called in by Nurse Joy, who said it was important. "His vitals are steady, but are deteriorating. He doesn't have much time left, so now would be the time see him before he passes."

My mom and I both nodded solemnly. We entered the bleach-white room. I almost puked at what I saw; he had gotten MUCH worse overnight. His breaths were so shallow, he had to wear a breathing mask. His eyes glazed over and foggy. But worst of all was the rest of his body; there was no trace left of the well-built muscles he once had, skin wrapped around mostly just bone, with a small section of flesh in between. He was so thin, I could see his veins clear as day. He was hooked up to multiple machines, including a heart monitor.

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

"H-Harold… Oh God…" My mother managed to utter the words, her hands clasped around her mouth.

My dad's eyes brightened up a bit, and slowly turned his head towards us, eliciting a small smile upon seeing us. "Isn't it customary to… knock before entering?" His voice was muffled by the mask, but we still heard him. I couldn't help but feel a bit better. I smiled a bit as my mom and I walked over to each side of him.

He reached his hand out to me, albeit shakily, and I instantly hold it in mine. "Son… you have grown up… I believe… it's time for you to move on. This will be the last few moments… of my life… so I have to say… something to you before I… die," he said with a downed face.

"Christian… my son… please do me a solid… and take over my position."

"What?"

"Join my team and take my position to pass on my legacy. I've seen you play, and you've improved almost to the point of surpassing me," he said with a chuckle trying to bring the mood up. He coughed a couple times.

Beep….beep….beep….beep….

"You can do this, Christian… please, for me," he pleaded.

"OK, dad. For you," I said, tearing up.

My dad then turned to my mom and comforted her to ease her crying. She stopped soon afterward and looked up, tears covering her face.

"Honey… it's time for you… to take care of our son. We planned ahead of this… just in case of any bad… scenario that might happen… right?" he said with a smile. She nodded.

Beep…..beep…..beep…..beep…..

"You know what to do… so please just take care of him… and never leave his side." She just nodded once more.

"Well son… it's sad, but some good things have to come to an end. I just… wish I had more time to enjoy my life… with my wonderful family." He pulled us together for a hug, crying, seemingly from the inevitable.

Beep…..…..beep…..…..beep…..…..beep…..…..

"I will see you both again… in a better place. I… love you… so… mu..ch…"

I watched as the last bit of life left his eyes as they became dilated and clouded over, staring at the ceiling. "Dad? Dad?" I shook him a bit "No… nonononono! DADDY!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my soft child side showing up.

My mom prepared for a funeral…

_flat line_

-Kirlia-

[Present]

(... Those humans… someday they will pay for what they have done to my parents.) I woke up from my sleep, ending a nightmare about when my parents were captured by those damn humans. I stood up from the firm ground and stretched, groaning after the dream I had; a memory that will scar me for life. I look up at the rising golden sun, squinting my eyes, protecting them from the sunlight. I look up and say to myself:

"When is my suffering going to end?"

[About 4 months ago]

I was playfully running across the grass, with my mom and dad following behind me. I was running away from them, but still within reach.

"Don't go too far, Kirlia!" my mom said.

"Yeah, just make sure we can see you and at least feel your presence," my dad said. I already went through the bushes and almost got lost, but I can feel that my parents aren't too far because I can sense their presence with my psychic abilities. Then I heard rustling in the bushes. I turned quickly to my right, and the rustling got closer. I ran away as fast as I can, and as soon as I left, I heard footsteps crunching across the grass and leaves. Then, I heard a voice.

"Come on, let's get that Pokemon!"

"Let's go, it's getting away," I heard another voice shout.

I dashed right through the bush and see my parents walking slowly towards the path they were taking. I shouted to get their attention,

"MOMMY! DADDY! SOMETHING'S CHASING ME!" I shouted this just before something caught me by my leg.

"COME HERE, YOU LITTLE POKEMON! YOU CAN'T RUN AWAY FROM TEAM ROCKET LIKE THAT!" A big, bulky human boomed.

My dad extended his arm blade, launching a big psycho cut at the human. As soon as his grip loosened, I escaped and ran straight into my mother's arms so that she could carry me. The man was yelling in agony as the psycho cut hit his face, the sound and smell of sizzling flesh resonating within the air. When the human moved the hand off their face, the only detail that my attention was directed to was the large severe burn running from his temple, through his eye, making it leak viscous liquid, down to his chin. I can sense the emotions flowing out of his mind; pain, anger, revenge, and hostility.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" The human charged at my dad trying to punch him, but he dodged it by teleporting behind the human, using close combat directly on the spine, knocking the human forward.

"GO! I'll hold them off!" My dad yelled.

"NO! I'm NOT going to leave you!" My mom yelled in despair.

"GO! I'LL BE FINE, AND FIGHTING UNTIL I DIE!" He yelled back. As if to emphasize his point, he blocked a kick from another human using psychic, and sent him flying into a tree.

Crying profusely, my mom turned and ran into the forest, seeing my dad for possibly the last time in my life. We ran and ran, until she stopped and started panting. She then ran some more, after hearing heavy footsteps behind us. We kept running, and she managed to teleport a short distance away, until my mom finally collapsed.

"I can't… run… anymore," she said in between breaths, "You're… gonna… have to… run… without me."

"No, mother, I don't wanna leave you," I said, hugging her tightly.

"GO SPREAD OUT AND FIND THAT GARDEVOIR! I bet Giovanni would love to add another powerful psychic to his roster!" We heard someone shout.

"There's no time. I'm gonna fight them. You just run, teleport, hide, if you need to!" She told me, while getting up.

"NO, MOTHER!" I said, hugging her with tears streaming down my face.

"I'm sorry… but you need to grow up to be strong like me someday. They will find us soon anyway, but I can take them down. Just run and teleport far away from here, and don't stop." She said, comforting me.

"Ok…" I said crying, "I will… *sniff*"

"Good Kirlia, be strong for me, please." She said. She then kneeled down to give me one last hug.

"OK, mom. I'll be strong, just like you." I said, tears reemerging from my eyes.

"Excellent. Now don't waste time and go. Run!" She said to me before standing up again, and turning around. She began levitating, her dress rippling, as her hands glowed a faint blue with psychic energy.

Without any hesitation, I ran, seeing my mother for the last time, seeing her going to fight those humans. I started hearing psychic blasts, explosions, humans yelling in agony, and then a scream. I kept on running and running, teleporting from time to time. Further and further away from the horrors of what happened behind me. I just kept running, and running and running…

Man that was WAY longer than the original. And just in case you were wondering because you either didn't read the author's note in the beginning, or just forgot, I did receive permission to take over responsibility of this story. Seriously, though, if you like this, then you should go check out Deffconm. Deffconm's friend was the one who helped him start this story in the first place. I'm gonna say it again, and probably many more times in the future, credit for the original goes to Deffconm and his friend. This has been Joetheknight406, see y'all in the next one. (p.s. yes, I know ''y'all'' isn't proper English, but I like saying it anyway! HMPH! *pouty face*)