I Do Not Own Pokémon in any way shape or form. I do buy the games, but they are owned by Nintendo and Game Freak. If I Did own Nintendo It probably wouldn't be still in business, so thank me that I am not working for them. Luckily I do Own all of my OC's and this Story. SO that's a relief.

But Hey I digress . . .

Now, On to the story.

In Death And In Life. Prologue.

TIME: Tuesday November 18th 10:30 AM.

LOCATION: Western Philadelphia, On top of the Comcast center.

WEATHER: Sunny

You know that feeling when you just feel like there is nothing left to do anymore. That you have tried and tried again to do everything you could possibly do,that you have Tried to accomplish everything you set yourself out to do, Yet, you end up with nothing to show for a single solitary thing.

You are nothing but kind to everyone you meet, But all you get in return are either people taking advantage of you, Or having those exact people hurt you in the process.

Yeah that is exactly how I feel right now, And it's also exactly why I am looking off of this building right now. Debating on whether or not to jump.

Maybe I should explain what I mean.

First off my name is Alex. I am 23 years old and live in the western suburbs of Philadelphia.

Let me give you a rundown of my life.

Imagine that you live in a rundown apartment complex, with no money to pay for rent, because you can't make any money. The reason you have no money is because you can't get hired anywhere. And if you are lucky and they do hire you, they lay you off in about a week, because you have shown that you are nothing but a burden and are doing nothing but hurting the business.

Due to the fact that you have no money, you barely have anything to eat. I'm pretty sure that the last time you had a full meal was when you had to steal food from a restaurant, because you hadn't eaten in days.

You also have no running water, so you have to go down to the public pool when it's after midnight and take a bath in the pool. While you are there you also do your laundry by scrubbing your clothes with the chlorine induced water.

You have no electricity meaning that when it gets dark outside you have to walk around your house trying to find your way to either the bathroom to use a toilet that doesn't flush, or to find your horribly uncomfortable mattress that you found on the side of the road, but because you would rather sleep on that then the rotting floor you take it.

Oh but that is just the start.

Since you need money you would think that your family would want to help and support you am I right?

WRONG!

Your own parents won't even talk to you. I think that the last time you had a legitimate conversation with any of them was when you visited for Christmas. All that happened then was that you and them had an argument about why you came over to their house. Certain things you hear in the argument are things like "Go Away" and "You are ruining Christmas."

So why would your parents act like this?

Well first your mother is an insanely addicted drug user, with no love for anyone around her life. She has been to rehab more times than years you have been living on this planet. Your father is an Ex Naval Commander who has no emotions except for Rage and Jealousy. Your Father did nothing but constantly beat you when you were a child. He beat you to a bloody pulp, and While he beat you he had shown no remorse and had no concern for your wellbeing.

So you would next turn to your friends right?

Again WRONG!

You have barely any friends and the ones you do have you wouldn't even call true friends. All the ones you have are either hobos or crazed neighbors. I can tell you that if I had myself in a tight jam to the point where I couldn't save myself, there is no way I would trust a single solitary one of them to have my back in any situation whatever it may or may not be.

So that's out of the question

So to sum everything up . . .

Your life Sucks.

You have no Money, No job, No friends or family to support you, and you have literally no options left to take. You are completely and utterly Screwed.

So you ask yourself an important Question. Why?

Why is all of this is happening to you?

Why do you have the worst luck out of everyone in the entire world?

Why is it that your life is and has always been as horrible as it has for as long as you can remember?

You don't have a Damn Clue.

That life belongs to yours truly. And I Hate every Minute of it.

So we come back to the top of the building.

Do I want to live another day in this world with the life that I now have? Do I have anything left to give to the world that I haven't already tried to do? Is There anything or anybody tying me here to earth that would get in the way of me jumping?

"NO"! I screamed at the top of my lungs. My voice echoing around the building.

Then after i have answered myself.I jump off the building.. And I had no regrets about doing it.

As I fall, The wind is constantly whipping my face. More and more as i fall ever so closer to the earth. The Pinging nooise of the fast wind hitting my ears. It felt as though my ears were bleeding, but that just made the experience of dying alot more fun then it was.

The ground was getting closer. inch by inch. I was seconds away from death. i could hear the sounds of police cars driving around the corner.

They were most likely coming to save me, to bad for them. It was to late for them to stop me.

And then Finally . . .

*BAM

I hit the Ground. The sweet, sweet pavement now resting upon my face. It felt as though I was on a cloud.

In the background i could hear some muffled screams, car horns, and police sirens blaring in the background.

As those screams and car noises started to quiet down. I could feel my eyes beginning to slowly shut. death was here. It was finally taking me.

I took my final breath and shut my eyes. And just like that I was gone. At least gone from this world.

Now I can finally get my chance to live happily in death. And so far to my knowledge. That was how it was going to happen.

Funny how your plans don't always turn out the way you want them to.

But hey I digress . . .

To Be Continued . . .

Thanks For reading the very first chapter for my new story In death and In Life.

I hope you all enjoyed yourselves.

Keep in mind that this is my first time writing in months, so if there are a few spelling errors or problems with the story I am a little bit rusty, so hopefully they will all be cleared up by the next chapter. (Hopefully)

And if you read my other stories Poké Imprisoned and Chosen to be different those are the first stories I will be updating. They both should have new chapters up before the New Year.

This Bites and LOBBTP (Life of Brandon Black Teenage Pikachu) shall be updated soon after. Most6 of my work on them will be during Christmas Break.

For This Bites I am Debating on whether to do a rewrite or not, but we shall see how everything turns out.

As For Pokemorph assassins, unfortunately I am cancelling the story, but I have plans for a similar story in the future. So hopefully that will cheer you up a little bit.

This story will also be updated before the New Year, so look out for the next Chapter.

But Hey I Digress . . .

Well, Until Next time.

Stay Cool

From Your Good Friend Lukas.