Yo what's up guys? Xana here to welcome you to Behind Red Eyes! If you read my summary, ignore this part. For those who haven't, this is my first real Ff I'm trying to devote myself to. High school's a big pain in the ass, but I'll get through it. Now, without further ado, here's Behind Red Eyes!

[? POV]

Atop of a tree, I was dozing off until the sun came up and glared in my eyes. I tightly clenched them before slowly opening them as I took in the view. Out in the distance was Mt. Coronet with the sun just a little above it, creating a beautiful scene. On a normal day, I'd appreciate the view and bask in all its glory... But, as I looked towards the sun, a frown slowly crept onto my face. Everything was eerily quiet until one word escaped my mouth. "Master..."

I took a few more seconds to gaze at the sunrise before I hopped down from the tree quietly and stretched a little. Just as I was about to turn around, a Sceptile hopped down from the same tree and landed next to me with an audible thud as it yawned loudly. I just sighed and scratched my head watching it do that. "Trace... Did you have to do that?"

The Sceptile, Trace, turned to me and chuckled as he patted me on the back, just missing my red spike. "Aw c'mon Gale, my Gallade friend. You scared of little ol' me?"

As I was patted on the back, I sighed again and then looked at Trace with a smirk. "Oh please, I can think of hundreds of other things that are scarier than you." Just then, I heard the faint tussling of sheets behind me and gulped. Quickly, I hopped back to the tree, grabbing branches and using them to boost myself back up to the branch I slept in. As I was climbing, Trace blinked as he looked up, wondering why I was going back up.

By the time I reached my branch and sat on it, I looked down and saw a Scrafty come out of a tent with an aggravated look on its face and a vein popping out of its forehead. Trace had turned to the Scrafty and gulped a little too, flinching when it shot a glare at him. He quickly rubbed his neck nervously with a nervous smile on his face as he spoke. "Heh heh... Er... Top of the mornin' to ya, Jill."

Jill, the Scrafty, twitched an eyebrow and cracked her knuckles and neck as she walked slowly towards Trace. She had a somber expression on her face. Her voice came out dark and mellow, making my spine tingle every time she spoke. "Trace... How many times have I told you to NEVER wake me up like that..."

Trace was visibly sweating now as he stepped back with each step Jill made towards him. He gestured Jill to calm down as he stepped back. "N-Now, now... It was an honest mistake."

Jill cracked her knuckles again, this time with her right fist glowing white. Trace backed up against the tree and quickly looked up at me with pleading eyes. I met his gaze and began to weigh my options. "Should I save him or let Jill punish him..." I took a quick look at the situaion again: Jill was slowly walking towards Trace with a Brick Break and with one of the creepiest grins I've seen anyone make. Trace, on the other hand, was shaking with fear and looked like he was going to faint. It was probably my imagination, but I could've sworn I felt the tree vibrating.

Slowly, my stern face made way for the slightest of smirks. But that quickly transformed into an innocent smile and I gave him a short wave. His face paled and he looked like he was going to faint. I just kept on smiling and pointed down. His eyes widened and he gulped as he slowly turned back to Jill, who was now inches away from his face with a dark grin. "Top of the mornin', Trace."

Jill stretched with a smile on her face as she, Trace, and I walked along a dirt path towards Mt. Coronet. I supported Trace with my shoulder after he was punched hard in the gut. He was still conscious, but he occasionally groaned and winced as he rubbed his stomach area. "Ugh... Jill, lay off the Brick Break next time... I feel like crap..."

Jill crossed her arms and turned her head towards us as we kept walking, pouting. "Well I told you to never interrupt my beauty sleep. I can get pretty cranky in the morning."

I nervously laughed and hefted Trace, making him groan in pain. "Jill, to be honest, I think you can take on a whole army when you're cranky..."

She sent me a glare, to which I flinched, before she turned her head forward and let out a short "Hmph" and increased her pace. I sighed and matched her pace, much to the discomfort of Trace.

After a good few hours of walking, we stopped to take a break near a river. Trace was laying down on the grassy ground, rubbing his stomach while I was sitting up next to him, rummaging through my bag. Jill was sitting across from us and drank from a canteen. After a few moments of silence between us, I finally managed to take out what I was looking for: an old, archaic-looking book. I opened it and began reading through the somewhat faded and yellowed pages. Jill and Trace looked at the book and stopped what they were doing, only to frown and look away.

Suddenly, I felt a change in energy behind me. It was pretty malicious. The other two didn't seem to realize it, so they gave me a curious look when I slowly put down my book and stared to the side. But when I charged a Psychic attack and my eyes and body glowed blue, they immediately understood and silently began charging their own attacks. Then, a Seviper leaped out of a bush a couple feet away from us with a Poison Tail. However, I managed to freeze it in place before it could lunge at me. I slowly got up and turned around to look at it. The Seviper struggled against its invisible restraints, but its efforts were in vain and it quickly tired itself out. It sent me a glare and spat, "Get the hell outta my territory!"

Trace got up, the pain from the Brick Break earlier probably mostly gone, and walked over to the Seviper with a frown. "Hey, relax there buddy... We just wanted to take a break. Is there anything wrong with that?"

The Seviper turned its glare to Trace and was about to retort, but stopped itself as it quickly glanced at the group. Its eyes narrowed as it made a disgusted look. "You guys have a trainer, don't you?" Trace and Jill flinched while I looked away. The Seviper caught it and narrowed its eyes even more while continuing its rant. "What a bunch of weaklings, falling to a dumb human. I bet your trainer's some sorta brat thinking he's top dog. Tch, I pity you... You bunch o-"

I was about to pummel the Seviper's face in or at least fling it hundreds of feet away. I could sense the same malice coming from Trace too. However, Jill beat us to the punch; she Headbutted the Seviper, getting a critical hit, which knocked it into a tree. The Seviper couldn't retaliate because she soon hopped onto it and made one of her fists glow.

The anger and hate poured out of her like a geyser and I knew she wouldn't stop there. She punched the Seviper three times with powerful Rock Smashes relentlessly, knocking it out almost instantly. She stayed on top of the Seviper, staring at it with hateful and tear-filled eyes until Trace walked over and put a hand on her shoulder. I felt the hate simmering down from both of them and, soon, sorrow took over. She immediately broke down crying and turned to hug Trace, who hugged her back. He looked downright depressed.

I, on the other hand, looked away and held my head down. That Seviper didn't know anything... We loved our trainer and he loved us back like we were his children. He was our mentor and our father... And he's dead, and has been dead for four years.

It's a rather short chapter, I know... The others will probably be longer by at least 500 words, but they'll always be above 1000. Please, leave a review!

-Xana100