Hey BWB here with a new story. To those who do read Watching with Valka, it will stay on hiatus for a while. Anyway, I have a new story here that I have a lot of ideas for so no hiatus for. This story was inspired by DesertChocolate's fic, Adorable MurderBeasts, so go check that out, and the rest of his stories out as well they are a real good read. Anyway unlike DC's story this won't be a self insert, but so aspects like the OC's like, dislikes and some other stuff will be like my life. In no way do some of the darker aspects happen to me or my family. This will be mainly a first person POV

Disclaimer:I don't own Pokemon, Young Justice, or the idea for this story.

Fort Dodge, Kansas 4:38 P.M. (If anyone reading this is from their sorry I'm just using it because its the least populated city in America according to my research)

Hi my name is William King. I'm 12 years-old and my life is wonderful. The problem with reading something is that you can't see sarcasm. I'll cut the crud and just tell you that you would not want my life. A few years ago a lot of people would want it, but now they wouldn't.

I used to have a good life. A mom and dad who loved me and gave me lots of presents. Two older sisters that were always there for me even when I didn't know that I needed them. A nice home with my own room.A good school with lots of friends. Grandparents with big homes in the city. My life was good and I couldn't be happier.

Until a few years ago that is. When I was eight my oldest sister Victoria married a guy named Alex whose job forced them to move to Europe. I hardly get to see her anymore. I get the occasional card with some money and a note of how she is, and she seems happy there. Later that year my other sister Maggie got pregnant at 18 and died during childbirth. It was a girl named named Grace. The jerk who knocked her up took her with him and disappeared. My parents tried to go to court to get legal guardianship of her, but they were legally married so he got custody. We were in debt because of the lawyer and had to move from Dallas to the middle of nowhere.

After that my parents were fighting nearly 24/7. The divorce was only a matter of time. That's even more debt on the pile. My mother got custody of me and my dad moved away. I got to visit him in the summer but that didn't last. When I was nine he came down with a disease I've never heard of nor remember the name of. My mom started drinking after that and got herself a boyfriend soon new husband. He acted all nice and perfect when she was around, but if she was gone he was a monster. He would beat and hurt me in anyway he could think of, but was smart enough to keep it where clothes would cover them up and they not be noticed. Looking back I should have gone to the police or someone,but he made her happy. I hadn't seen her smile in such a long time, so I put up with it for her. Only time that I got away was during the summers visiting my grandparents. There I was happy and so was my mom. In the end those days ended. No matter how hard you wish and how much you hope all good thing must come to an end. They paid the debt that all men pay.

Then came that day. The one day I will remember for the rest of my life. Walking home from school one day I saw cops outside my house. A robbery gone wrong. She was home and they had a gun. Now the only place left for me was with him. Eric Cole, the man that is my living nightmare. I would just run away or go to the I can't. I've put up with him for so long I'm scared of what will happen if I do. Whenever I do even the slightest thing wrong he'll find a way to punish me for it.

Some days I wonder why I keep going, but when I get those thoughts there is always something in my head telling me that I need to keep going. That there is a reason, but I don't know why I believe it.

The only good thing left in my life right now is the thing me and my parents loved. Pokemon. Yeah it's a little childish, but they grew up with it and I love it. They bought me some of the games and I beat them. Those games are apart of my best memories with my my mom first met Eric and he started hurting me I always thought to the games where a kid could save the world and that maybe I could do something about him. Then reality set in and realized that I'm just a kid and no matter what I do nothing will change. Heroes don't exist, no one is going to swoop in and take that monster away, so there is nothing I can do but wait til one of us dies. Most likely me.

Now that I've gone and dump all the crap I've had to live through let's get to why you're here. To see me suffer. It was like any other day for me at least. Just finish school and I'm walking to the house. It's a small town so no one questions why a kid is walking home. It was a nice day so I just wore a red T-shirt and black shorts. When I got their Eric's car was in the driveway so he must be home. Yay. If I'm lucky he'll be passed out on the couch again,but of course I don't have any luck on my side.

"You're late again, brat." Yep, that the normal greeting I get. I was half right in my hopes. He was on the couch drunk, but not passed out. Wearing a wife-beater and ripped jeans and a beer in his hand.

"Sorry, I had detention." Well that's half true. I did have detention but it ends at four and it only takes a couple of minutes to get from the school to here. I just went the really long way home. As I was walking passed him I felt something hit the back of my head and heard a 'clunk' behind me. He threw the beer can at me.

"Useless troublesome brat. Clean that up!" Normally I would just do what he said but today I just had enough. The crap from school, bullies, and life in general. I don't know why today was the day I quit putting up with it but I don't care anymore.

"Clean it up yourself you jackass." And before I knew he grabbed me by the back of my shirt and slammed me against the wall and held me there by my neck, restricting my airflow.

"Listen hear as long as you live in this house you live by my rules, and you aren't leaving anytime soon. So do what your fucking told!" He screamed as he threw me at the ground. So I cleaned the glass up and cut myself in the process. When I was done Eric was unconscious. Good now I can get some rest. After wrapping the cut, I needed sleep. I was to tired to change from blood loss so I just collapsed on the bed and fell into a dreamless sleep.

So that's a prologue sort of, not my best work, but it should get better next chapter so next chapter William arrives in the YJ world.