This will be my second story it will be longer and more plot oriented. Since this will be a longer story it will take a lot longer to make chapters so be patient.

Key

"Text" = Speech

(Text) = Thought

-POV-

[Time]= Time setting/Time lapse

{Speech} Telepathy

Onto the story.

-Christian-

[Present]

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

[2 years ago]

I was born on October 8th 21XX, born from 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 control on the ball with great vision to pass to his teammates. He was also one of the best in the team and including his great leadership and tactical strategies he became captain. He had a really outgoing personality making him quite cocky at times, but he was fun to be with and was a great dad, I looked up to him as he was my idol and I wanted to be like him. The sport looked fun to play and I asked him if he can teach me. He told I have to wait until I was 10. My mom was a fanatic trainer and has beaten numerous trainers with her Pokémon. She is more outgoing than my dad, but also calm and serene. She has some exciting times before and likes 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 be studying Pokémon usually by myself or with my mom. I made a couple friends along the way some of them wanting to do sports, not just soccer, and others wanting to travel the world to capture them all and even some others crazy enough to do both, it was great.

[1 year later]

When I turned 14 I thought it be an awesome day until my dad got into some hot water and diagnosed… with cancer. It took me and my mom apart, a birthday gift that would scar me for life. Seeing how fit my dad was I thought he was invincible that nothing could stop him. Apparently my dad had something called the Li-Fraumeni Syndrome where there was a mutation in the TP53 gene which can increase chances of cancer of many types, this includes, soft tissue sarcomas, breast cancer, leukemia, lung cancer, etc. The one my dad got was leukemia which hit his physique like a truck. He couldn't support his club anymore so he had to retire. He went through chemotherapy by taking some drugs that would destroy cancer cells. We were praying hoping that my dad can recover from his disease.

[Months later]

I was awoken by my mom yelling to my dad, he was lying on the floor dying in my mom's arms. I quickly rushed to the living room next to my dad by his side. I examined him and he was turning pale, paler than a the fur of an Absol and his heartbeat was fading.

"Mom should we call the hospital?" I asked my mom frantically. She didn't say a word.

"I'm going to go get the phone," I said in a hurry. Then something grabbed me by the arm with a strong grip. I turned around seeing my dad holding me back.

"Dad what are you doing I'm going to call the paramedics!" I shouted. He shook his head slowly.

"No son... it's too late at this point... by the time they come... I'll be dead," he said. It caught me off guard by what he said.

"NO Dad NO, I'm not going to lose you!"

"Christian no, please just listen to me," he pleaded tears in his eyes. I turned around came back by his side and kneeled by him tears forming in my eyes.

"Dad please- "

"Shh," he hushed cutting me off. He put his hand by my cheek

"Son… you have grown up… I believe… it's time for you to move on. This will be that 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 pass on the legacy of me. 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 of times.

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

"Ok dad for you," I said tearing up.

Then my dad turned to my mom. And comforted her so she can stop crying. She stopped soon afterward and looked up tears all over her face.

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

"You know what to do… so please just take care of him… and never leave his side." He asked her. 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 to hug each other, crying, seemingly from the inevitable.

"I… love you… guys," he said. Then there was silence… he didn't say anything, his eyes looking up at the ceiling, staring into it with lifeless dilated eyes.

"Dad? Dad?" I said while shaking him a little bit. And it struck me, he finally went away. I burst into tears and put my head onto his chest.

"DADDY!" I screamed to the top of my lungs my soft child side showing up.

My mom prepared for a funeral…

-Kirlia-

[Present]

(…Those humans…someday they will pay for what they have done to my parents.) I woke up from my sleep, a nightmare 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 at the rising orange sun, squinting my eyes from the sunlight striking my eyes. 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 me behind. I was running away from them but still in 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 says. I already went through the bushes and almost lost myself, but I can feel 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, the rustling came closer. I ran away towards my parents, as soon as I left I heard footsteps crunching across leaves and grass. Then I heard a voice.

"Come on let's get that Pokemon!" I heard a voice while I was running.

"Let's go it's getting away!" I heard another voice shouted.

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

"MOMMY DADDY SOMETHING IS CHASING ME!" I shouted, they quickly looked at my direction. Before I knew it something caught me by the leg.

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

My dad extended his arm blade to give the human a big Psycho cut. As soon as his grip loosened I ran straight towards my mom and she pulled me so she can carry me. The man was yelling in agony as the Psycho cut hit his face. When his hand wasn't covering his face, the only detail that caught my attention is the big burn crossing from his left temple slashing down his chin. It charred his face and I can sense his emotions, pain, anger, revenge, and hostility.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU, YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" He shouted out enraged. He went into punch my dad but he dodge it by teleporting behind him and he used Close Combat knocking him forward.

"GO! I'LL HANDLE THEM!" My dad yells.

"NO! I'M NOT GOING TO LEAVE YOU!" My mom yelled in despair.

"GO! I'LL BE FINE AND FIGHTING TILL I'M DEAD!" He yelled back.

My mom turned and ran to the forest seeing my dad for possibly the last moment of my life. We ran and ran, until she stopped and started panting. My head is still resting on her shoulder holding on her tight pinching her. Then she ran some more and we heard heavy footsteps behind us. We kept running and she managed to teleport a short distance away.

"I can't… run… anymore," she said in between her breathe.

"You're… gonna… have… to… run." She said.

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

"COME ON! SPREAD OUT AND FIND THAT GARDEVOIR! Giovanni would love to have a powerful psychic pokemon to his roster." We heard the man.

"There's no time I'm gonna fight them you run just run, teleport if you need to." She told me

"NO MOTHER!" I said hugging her with tears in my eyes.

"I'm sorry, but you need to grow up and become powerful like me, they will find us anyway, I can take them down, just go run and teleport far away and don't stop." She said comforting me.

"Ok…" I said crying." I'm gonna go run,"

"Good Kirlia, be strong for me please" She said. She stood up and gave me one last hug.

"Ok mom I'll be strong just like you" I said tears forming in my eyes.

"Ok, now don't waste time and go, run!" She said to me.

Without any hesitation I ran, seeing my mother for the last time, watching her going to fight those humans. I hear psychic blasts, explosions, humans yelling in agony, then I heard a scream. I ran and ran and teleported. I kept running and running and running….

So guys this is my second story. I'm still working on the 4th chapter for my first story, I've been busy lately. Also an acquaintance of mine is helping me with my stories so upcoming and future stories will have higher quality, little to no mistakes, better story and character development and overall better stories put simply. So if you are reading this my friend this is all thanks to your help.

Lel Random B was here *cough follow my YouTube channel randombgamer cough*

Yep that's my friend for ya guys. We used Google docs so.