IMPORTANT: This is a tie in with my other story, Prophecy of the Pokemon Healer, so thing may get a little confusing. But I'm trying to make the plot easy to jump into even if you haven't read PPH yet.

Author's Notes: This is my new story. I've had this idea in my head for quite a while, but I didn't know how it would work. But after looking at the right pictures, and getting the right ideas, I've found that this could be a great add on to PPH.

Chapter 1

I walked along the sidewalk, observing the various lanes of traffic drove by and the skyscrapers towering around me. The air was pungent with the smell of pollution of the traffic and hotdogs being cooked at the hotdog stands.

The moon shone brightly, but it was the only thing I could see in the sky. The light pollution from the city blanked out every star in the sky as usual. But at least I could see where I was going thanks to all of the cars and street lights.

Still another typical day in the big city. I had just come out of the grocery story, carrying the heavy grocery bags to the orphanage I lived in. I never got it, this town had millions of people and none of them wanted to adopt, or at least it seemed that way.

As I walked back to the orphanage, I looked at my reflection in the glass windows of the building I was passing. I wasn't any taller, any shorter, any fatter, or any skinnier than any other person. In fact, I was actually pretty fit thanks to all the chores I did. I stopped an looked closer into the mirror like glass, and fixed my black hair to the way I liked it; hanging around all sides of my head.

If you're wondering, yes, I am an orphan, an orphan of age 16. I wanted to know my parents so badly, but I knew that was never going to happen. Every time I asked, instead of telling me that they weren't allowed to release that information, or just telling me straight up who my parents were, they told me that they had no idea either. This always confused the hell out of me.

As I walked along, I could feel my arms strain from the weight of the grocery bags. I stopped in front of a bench on the corner of the street and took a seat setting the bags down closely beside me. In this town, it was never wise to keep anything to far away from you. If anything wasn't right beside you, it would be stolen in a matter of seconds.

I quickly got up, only to notice that across the street, on the path I was heading, there was a gang of those supposedly tough guys. They were all topped out with leather jackets, spiked hairstyles, and torn jeans. Some of them had spikes on their jacket too. A lot of them appeared overweight, obese even, and most of them had the typical handlebar mustache and beard. I didn't think they could get so stereotypical but I was wrong.

They were best avoided, those meathead biker gangs. I looked around for an alternative route, but any road I took would make me over shoot the orphanage. I looked around until I noticed an alleyway. One of the thousands around town. I didn't know where it would end up, but it was the best chance I had.

I turned around the corner, crossed the street and turned into the alley. I peered around the alleyway before walking in. It looked dark, damp, and slightly scary. But I just chuckled at the thought of what I was afraid of and walked in.

As I went into the alley, it got increasingly dark. I could here the rats scurry away, and a few pigeons cooing on the rooftops.

I continued to walk until things were pitch black. I had to raise my arms, still holding my groceries, just to make sure that I didn't run into a wall.

"Damn street lights, can't see a thing in the dark without them. 'Starting to wish I lived out the country." I continued to walk aimlessly like a zombie.

"How long is this alley? I should of met the road by- OOF!" I slammed into the wall, not knowing where I was going. "Damn, how the hell did I do that." It was getting late, I was getting increasingly impatient and annoyed.

I looked to my right then to my left, and too my relief I found the streets roughly one hundred meters away with a street light half way through.. "Thank god," I said to myself.

I took a step, but I suddenly heard several clicking noises behind me. I stopped on the spot, and turned around.

Too my surprise, there were these strange green lights. "What the..." Suddenly, the lights started moving all over the place. "Whoa!" I started to notice that the green lights got closer. I started to jog, then run, the sprint towards the street light.

The green lights started to chase after me, traveling at the same speed I was. Some of them were starting to catch up to me.

I finally found myself under the safety of the street light. I threw the groceries beside the base of the street light, and faced the mysterious green lights.

I looked at the street light that I was standing under. It had something like a lamp shade on it, so instead of the light slowly fading into darkness, the light would cut off at some point into pure pitch black darkness.

One of them finally emerged from the shadow. Behind the green light was a strange orb, that looked to be about a foot long from all sides. It was mostly metal all over, except for the circuitry all around the sides, surrounding it like a cage of wires. Beside the green light was a glass circle which I assumed to be a camera. What was confusing me was that the orb was hovering in midair.

The orb got crept closer as the other green lights, presumably more of these strange spheres, watched. "Hey, get away from me," I pointlessly yelled. I walked up to it and pushed it away. It pushed moved it back about a meter and than starting moving closer again. Well, pushing it wasn't going to do anything.

I looked around to find several trash cans, a dumpster, and leaning on the dumpster was a crowbar. I ran beside the dumpster and threw the crowbar to my hands.

"Smashy, smashy." I tightened my grip on the crowbar and swung it at the orb. With a loud crash, the crowbar dented the metal in deep. But the orb was not only hovering but the lights on the orbs all turned from green to red.

"Oh crap!" All of a sudden, all of the orbs started to advance on me. I started to back away, swinging the crowbar at whichever one got close enough. I knocked the one that I had already hit and with a loud crash, it fell to the floor.

I turned to the other ones, smirking with pride. I ran up to the closest one and gave it a few hard knocks. It went down too.

But as I turned back to the other orbs, they just seemed to replace themselves with another orb. In fact, it seemed like there were more than before now. I kept wacking at the orbs until I had taken five down. At this point I was panting from exhaustion of swinging a heavy crowbar around.

With every swing, my strength became weaker and weaker. And with every orb I took out, more and more just kept coming. Soon I found myself surrounded by twice as many orbs as there were before. Where were they all coming from.

It wasn't long before I found myself forced up against the street light. The orbs had me surrounded against the wall, leaving me very little room to move. I swung the crow bars, but it didn't seem to do anything to them. I had grown weary.

I desperately looked around, looking for something, anything that could help me. There was nothing that I could use. I was starting to loose hope.

I looked up to the moon, which was setting on top of a building, for one final glance, but to my surprise, I saw something. In front of the moon was a silhouette... a silhouette of a human, right on top of the building. He or she was my only hope.

"HEY! HELP! I need help down here!" The silhouette stood completely still. "HELP!"

As I stared at the silhouette, I noticed something strange. Something was moving behind the silhouette. The wind gusted a little bit, and the object blew out from behind the person. I strange object that seemed to be attached to the person... like... a tail.

Suddenly, the silhouette jumped from the top of the four story building, and disappeared into the shadows.

I stayed as silent as possible, but to my surprise, I wasn't the only one paying attention to the silhouette. It seemed to have caught the orbs' attention too.

I could hear the quick pitter patter of bare feet, darting across the pavement in the alleyway in front of me. It got louder and louder until I could swear that the person was right in front of me.

Suddenly the orbs left their position and went into the darkness. From that point, I was expecting a scream from the person, but instead, I heard loud clashes and clangs of metal. Whoever that was, he or she was kicking ass!

It was only a matter of seconds until I could hear the hissing sound of smoke coming from the orbs. I had a feeling that now I was going to make my exit. But before I turned around, I took one last look to see who saved me.

For a second I saw nothing. But suddenly, I could see two eyes. But what was weird is that I could see them because the lights from the streets was reflecting off them.

It wasn't human.

"Okay, I think I should be making my leave now, BYE!"

I turned around and bolted. When I looked back, I noticed that the eyes disappeared. I suddenly heard its steps going along the wall in the dark. It seemed to be trying to stay in the dark.

At this point, I didn't know what that thing had in store for me so I just ran as hard as I could. But before I could escape, I could hear the figure land in front of me, as well as see her silhouette against the lights on the street in front.

My jaw dropped, as I tried to back away. What ever this was, it could fight, run on walls, and jump off buildings without a scratch. It wasn't normal.

I turned around, but it suddenly jumped forward and grabbed my jacket. I let out a full scream as it hoisted me back and threw me against the wall, in the light.

I came to my feet as fast as possible, and stood against the wall. Suddenly a hand lunged out of the darkness and grabbed onto my shirt. It lifted me up and off the ground forcing me against the wall. I tried to struggle free, but when I looked down at the hand, I was freaked out.

The hand was covered in red fur, but what was scaring me was the fact that the hand a set of gigantic claws, nearly the size of my entire hand.

I looked up, and saw it's glaring reflective eyes just a foot in front of me, hiding in the darkness.

It finally spoke in a young feminine voice. "I have come for you, Nick.

Author's After-Notes: The Nick in this story is completely different from the Nick in PPH. Don't worry, it's not that I'm too lazy to come up with a new name. It's me poking fun at several things that I should let the readers find out themselves.