Life really seems to snap into perspective when you're running for your life. Your lungs are on fire, your limbs are numb, and no matter how many times thorny braches slap into your face or slash your arms, you keep on going. The adrenaline rushing through your body is extrodinary; you feel incinvible...to a point at least. Even with the adrenaline, you start to feel like the hunted instead of the hunter. The demonic screams of derranged, brainwashed Pokemon behind you don't exactly help either.

But that was exactly how I felt. I felt like a superhero, so strong and mighty, while still feeling like prey. It's so funny how it all works out.

I could hear the shouts and orders coming from Team Rocket as they trailed behind me, trying to catch up. I also couldn't help but hear the familiar sound of opening pokeballs and the names of many pokemon being slurred together. From the jumble, I was able to pick out Arbok and Staravia.

I forced myself to run faster. I was running out of options, and the one trick up my sleeve I was saving until the last minute.

I could hear the Pokemon getting dangerously close, and even though I was faster than humans and most Pokemon, I still had to make sure I kept my distance between them.

After a few minutes, we were nearing a cliff. A knot formed in my stomuch. I was pushing my luck with jumping, but I had no choice; I HAD to jump.

A feral snarl escaped the lips of Pokemon as it lunged for me, but I had reached the edge of the cliff. I jumped off and fell for a few feet before using my last trick. My eyes turned a deep red and I smiled.

It had begun.