They never shut up. They go on and on about 'avenging' their deaths, to bring their killers to 'justice'. In the end, all it entails is more killing. I grow tired...

My name is Dave. That's all I remember about my name, my surname long forgotten. I was once a happy-go-lucky kid on a pokemon journey. I didn't want to be the best or anything, I just wanted to travel, get friends and have fun. It wasn't meant to be...

After finding a dying pokemon in a brush, I cradled it in my arms, asking it who did this. It's trainer did, tired of it's constant defeats, of it's failures. As it died in my embrace, it's spirit appeared, asking me to avenge it. So I did. I found the trainer in the forest in the midst of the night. I was never the same after that... or perhaps, I changed the moment the pokemon died in my arms...

Regardless, after I avenged it, it vanished, probably moving on to the afterlife, or towards reincarnation. I don't know. But that wasn't the end of it, no, that was only the beginning... of my suffering.

More spirits appeared eventually, all of them asking me the same thing. Avenge us!

I've lost count on how many I've killed, and strangely enough, I'm not wanted by the law. How have I avoided detection? Is it the spirits somehow? Have they protected me from the eyes of the League?

As I wander the streets, I see pokemon and trainers laughing and playing together, some having friendly battles. How I yearn for such a life. But I cannot. I am tainted by the blood of others. I am not allowed to have fun anymore. I do not deserve it. But if there really is a god out there, I just wish for silence...

"Are you alright?" A voice ask me from behind. I turn around, surprised that someone actually notice me. "You look pale. You aren't sick, are you?" The girl ask. How amusing. If I was merely sick, it would be great...

"No..." My voice rasps. I haven't talked in who knows how long. I've only been killing, killing and killing. My victims beg me to stop, they ask why I do this. They know why, but refuse to see it, so I refuse to answer.

Ignore her! The spirits yell. Bring our killers to justice! Shut up... AVENGE US! Please just...

I faint. My body have been working on overdrive, never resting, never taking a break, with little to no sustenance. Why did I feel it now all of a sudden?

As I woke up, I was blessed with silence. The girl was by my side. Is it the girl? Is she somehow... repelling the spirits? How? I find myself not caring how. As long as it's silent, I don't really care. The girl stirs, looking at me as she wakes up. "How do you feel?"

"...Tired." I answer simply, my voice still raspy.

"Are they gone now?" She asks me, to which I stare at her in surprise. She could see them? No... if she could, she wouldn't ask.

"Yeah..."

"Thank goodness! The negative energy surrounding you were so heavy, I was afraid you had been possessed by not one, but possibly hundred of evil spirits! What's your name?"

"...Dave"

"Dave. Alright then, wait here, I'll go bring the doctor." As she walked away, I could sense them. It really is her somehow.

"Wait!" I yell in desperation, and she stops and turns at my sudden outburst. "Please... don't leave. If you do, they come back..."

"Huh?"

"The spirits... I don't know why, but you repell them somehow. Please... stay with me, at least until I fall asleep."

"Oh... ok..." She answers and returns to my side. As she got closer again, I yet again felt the spirits retreating. A part of me was curious as to how she did it, but in the end it didn't matter. It was quiet, after so many years...

Doing as I asked, she stayed until sleep took a hold on me. What neither of us knew, was that it was the spirits that kept me alive. And thus, death grasped me in my peaceful sleep. As the doctor and nurses came at the girl's call, they desperately tried to 'save' me. Me having had no rest and sustenance for years, it was a futile attempt. I couldn't help but wonder, why is the girl crying? Our meeting was so brief, and now, my torment has finally ended...