Pokémon fics. Again. More Pokémon fics. Yay!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, duh.

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I never had many friends. So I never was close to anyone, not even my own family. Sure I kept up the bubbly façade, but on the inside, I just wanted everyone to leave me alone. Since I was never close to anyone, the disappearances never bothered me. But that didn't stop me from wanting to solve the mystery.

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"May! We have to go shopping tonight! And Misty has too come with us!" Dawn said, bouncing up and down, smiling brightly.

"Do we have to?" Misty asked, crossing her arms.

"Dawn, I don't really feel up to going shopping." I said firmly, "Get Damion to take you."

Dawn pouted, "Damion won't take me. He has to train tonight."

I shrugged, and didn't say anything else. Dawn kept on pouting, stabbing her salad and taking a bite. Misty tore a piece off a bite of her hamburger. I picked at a sandwich. I had training tonight as well. Besides, shopping had stopped appealing to me once I didn't need to anymore.

The doors to the lunch room burst open, and the schools playboy/badboy waltzed in like he freaking owned the place. His many girlfriends hung off his arms and he was followed by his friends. His friends included Misty and Dawn's boyfriends, Ash and Damion. I had been surprised when Misty told me she was dating Ash. But, none the less, I had been happy for her.

Drew (playboy/badboy) and his group glided past the table, sucking Misty and Dawn into the group. I rolled my eyes at their foolishness.

One of Drew's girlfriends un-latched herself from his arms and came up to my table.

"Um, your Dawn and Misty's friend, right?" She asked, her innocent blue eyes like a does. Now I knew why Drew kept her around. She was pretty, but she seemed really nice. Her pale blonde hair floated past her shoulders.

"Yup!" A cheerfully fake smile plastered itself across my lips. Keeping up façades was easier said than done.

"Do, you, want to sit with us?" Wow, none of Drew's other pod people had ever asked me that. I felt flattered.

"Naomi, what are you doing?" Said boy growled, clasping a pale hand onto her shoulder.

Her cheeks flamed, "N—nothing! I just thought she wanted to sit with us?"

"Why," Drew snarled, "Would we let someone like her sit with us?"His tone was clipped, and he obviously didn't want someone like me sitting in proximity to him. It wasn't like I was hideous or anything. I felt a twinge of hurt.

"W—well, s—she is D—Dawn and M—Misty's f—friend." Naomi stuttered, a bead of sweat dripping down her face.

"I don't care. She's not sitting with us." Drew barked, a fierce undertone, one that made my skin crawl. He grasped her wrist and dragged her to his table, muttering something darkly under his breath.

Naomi smiled apologetically and let Drew drag her to the table.

I shrugged and seized my tray. My pride had been slightly wounded. I tossed my un-eaten lunch into a garbage can and stalked out of the lunch room, no one looking my way.

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I kicked my leg over my motorcycle. Yeah, surprising, right? I have a motorcycle. I pulled my hair into a half pony tail, and slid my black helmet over my head.

"May! Wait up for a sec!" Dawn panted, dropping her hand onto my handle bar.

I lifted up my visor and looked at her. She had Damion's wrist in her other hand and he looked pretty impatient.

"Dawn, let's go. I said I would take you to the mall." Damion complained, tugging on her hand.

"Just a sec. May, when you get home, call me, 'kay?" I nodded.

"Better get going. Damion looks impatient." Damion grunted in response, "Damion, I thought you had to train."

"I did," He muttered, "But she convinced me to take her shopping."

Dawn smiled brightly, and backed herself up. "Bye!"

"Yeah, bye." I slid the visor back into place and revved my motorcycle. I kicked the starter, and backed out of the parking lot. I sped home.

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My father was the Petalburg gym leader, and had plenty of money. I parked my motorcycle next to my mother's car, and slipped off it. I un-clasped my helmet and tucked it under my arm.

I walked to the front door, slinging my backpack over my shoulder in the same motion. I went in the house, calling as I went, "I'm home!"

"Jeez, you don't need to yell so loud." My brother, Max said from the living room.

I stuck my tongue out at him and chucked my helmet at him. He swatted it away with a pillow. I kicked off my boots, and stuffed my feet into a pair of yellow slippers. I grabbed my Poke-ball belt and made my way to the gym. I poked my head around the corner, and saw my father creaming his opponent with his Slacking. I giggled quietly and snuck around to the backyard.

I called out my all my Pokémon, Blaziken, Beautifly, Skitty, Venusarur, Wartortle, Munchlax, and Glaceon. They stared at me, waiting for directions.

I smiled warmly, a real smile, and said, "Let's work on some appeals!"

"Blaziken, use flame thrower! Skitty, use blizzard!" Blaziken launched a powerful flame thrower, and Skitty froze the flames in mid-air. "Now, Blaziken, use sky uppercut!" Blaziken's claws glowed, and it jumped into the air, shattering the frozen flames.

The affect was dazzling. I smiled, happy with the results.

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The next morning, I woke up earlier and went for a jog. Dressing in simple black yoga pants, white sneakers and a white hoodie. My hair was pulled back into a simple pony tail, and face free of make-up.

It was a crisp morning, and the trees covered in dew drops. I made my way around the edge of the town, and through the park.

A heavy musk of something metallic hung in the air. The bile rose in my throat. The scent was so repulsive. But, I followed it anyway.

My nose led me to a secluded pathway of the park. The smell grew, and I was nearly up-chucking now. The path grew more narrow the farther I walked, and the smell stronger. I could almost distinguish the smell now. Like, like blood.

At the end of the path, was a small clearing. I glanced down at my feet, and swallowed the bile in the back of my throat. I stood in a pool of blood.

Gagging, my eyes followed the trail of blood, to the still body.

"Oh, god!" I sprinted to the body, and turned the body over. It was a girl. But she was so mangled, I couldn't figure out who it was. Her face, or what was left of it, had been torn off, with patches of her blonde hair scattered around her. Huge, claw-like lacerations ran from her collar bone, to her hip bone. I fell to my knees next to her, soaked in her blood.

Shakily, I searched her purse. Naomi Glass. I dropped her purse and license, and pressed my blood soaked hand to my mouth suppressing a sob.

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"Miss, are you alright?" The cop asked for the third time. I sat on the bench in the corner of the meadow, with my head in between my knees.

"No, I'm not." I pulled my head up, tears spilling down my cheeks.

He nodded and left to question the last person to see her. Drew Hayden, her date for the evening.

A wolfish grin spread over Drew's lips. His hungry emerald eyes sent shivers down my spine.

And to this day, I swear, I saw him run his tongue over his lips and over a pair of sharp canines.

Um, was it okay? I guess it's kind of obvious what happens next. . . Sorry, if it's predictable. Just. . . Review.

~Emerald~