Running. Running. That's all I ever remember doing. Always running through an endless forest, trying to find an exit. Sounds of leaves crunching, and twig snapping could be heard from behind me, signalling that whatever was chasing him, was getting closer. Always closer…and closer. Until…a scream rings through the dense forest.

I bolted awake. Another one of those dreams. When will I be rid of those dreams!

Slowly getting up, I knocked my green hair from my eyes as I took a step over to the far wall of the room. Using one of my claws, I etched another marking into the wall, adding up to 13. For thirteen days, I had been having those dreams, no, they're not dreams anymore. They're more like…memories…

I didn't have long to think about that, as the sound of trucks rolling past diverted my attention. Grabbing my cloak off the rack, I slowly walked off into the alley, making sure as to not be seen. Looking up, I saw that it was another clear day.

How long had it been since I had escaped that accursed place? I had been born into this world as a Pokemorph, a Metagross-morph actually, as a captive of that evil group known as Team Rocket. After years of abuse, torture and acting as a specimen for their research, I had finally been able to escape. That was one of the last things I could remember. Everything in-between my escape and my arrival in this city was a blur.

Maybe that was what my dreams were. Maybe they were me, trying to remember about my past. But in that dream, what was I running from? Uhhh…these dreams gave more questions then they answered. If I only knew…

Pushing that thought from my mind, I started walking down the alley. I had been living in this city for several weeks, always wearing my cloak to hide my appearance. My "home", was a soon to be demolished building. That was another thing I had to do today: find another place to live.

No one paid any attention to me as I walked down the street. To them, I was just another homeless person, scrounging for a day's meal. That was how I had been living, hidden from the rest of the world. That was how most Pokemorphs lived nowadays.

Taking my usual route, I walked towards the nearest soup kitchen. I had been living off handouts for the last while, unable to work and afraid that stealing would draw attention to myself. While there, I had met some homeless people that I talked to almost everyday.

None of them knew that I was a Pokemorph, but I knew them pretty well. Joe was a washed up boxer who had given into the drugs. There was also Eric, the guy who had sold the drugs to him and had later been arrested for it. Then there was Alexis, an alcoholic who had tried to recover, but had failed miserable. Even with her constant hang-overish look, I though she was cute. They were a mix-max group, but who was I to judge.

"Hey Silas!" came a voice from a nearby table as I walked into the soup kitchen. Looking to his left, he saw Joe, Eric and Alexis sitting at their usual table. Joe was standing up, gesturing at me to sit down.

"Hey guys." Was my response as I took a seat. As I pulled the chair in, I got several "Hey." and "Hello, Silas" from several of them. Silas was one of the only things I remembered from after my escape from Team Rockets hideout. I didn't know where I got it from, just that it was MY name.

"So, how come you were that cloak ever single day?" That again. Everyday, Alexis asked the same question about my cloak and everyday I ignored her. But today, I decided that I would give her an answer.

"If I answer your question, will you finally leave me alone about it?" All I got from her was a nod.

"Fine. I wear this cloak everyday…because I have an allergy to the sun." There, that should quench her curiosity.

"An allergy to the sun?" repeated Eric.

"Ya. Even a few seconds in the sun will cause me to burn like a marshmallow on an open fire. That…is the reason I never remove my cloak." As I finished, Alexis started with another question.

"But, if it's only the sun, why don't you take it off inside?" Uh-oh. I hadn't thought of that. Had to think fast…

"I don't take it off inside…because…my face is scarred from previous exposure to the sun. That…is the reason why I'm poor. Who would hire a guy with a mutilated face?" I held my breath as I waited for it to sink in.

"That's the reason? I thought it was something different. Like you were a Poke…."

"Oh look! They brought our food!" And not a moment too soon. As everyone started to eat their food, I just picked at mine. I felt bad for lying to them, but how could I possibly tell them that I wasn't even human, but something in-between. I tried to make small talk, but the feeling wouldn't go away.

Once we were all done, I quietly stepped out as they started having an argument on who had sunk lower. I started walking down the street, thinking maybe a nice long walk would make me feel better.

A few minutes later, I arrived at the national park. Seeing an empty bench, I took a seat as a family walked by, a picnic basket in hand. As I watched them lay the blanket down, I secretly longed to have what they had. They could walk around without the constant fear of being discovered, they had people they could share their time with and they hadn't a care in the world.

After a few more minutes, I got up and continued on my walk. After over an hour of walking, I found myself in a highly populated area of the city. Most of the richest people lived here, many of which were the owners of the big business stores. I didn't think I'd find empty buildings, but I decided to look anyway.

As I walked past the huge, expensive houses, I noticed that many of the people were giving me strange looks. I guess they had reason to, for is it normal to see a homeless person walking through the swankiest part of town. Maybe I should go back…

CRASH!!!

The loud sound rang through the whole neighbourhood. Everyone, including myself, looked up to see that a wrecking ball had barrelled into a nearby building. The only problem with this…was it was a newly constructed building, several of its floors weren't even finished yet.

A crowd had already gathered around the building. Some where pointing, others looked like they were scared for their lives. Hoping to blend in, I ran up and pushed myself right into the crowd. When I was deep enough in the crowd, I asked the guy next to me what was going on.

"There's a little girl up there! She was apparently playing up there when the wrecking machine had malfunctioned and knocked right into the building. Look!" I looked where he was pointing, and gasped.

There was indeed a little girl on top of the building. The force of the crash had caused her to lose her balance and topple over. She was barely holding onto a hanging girder. What's more, was that the girder was ready to break in two. I heard her shrill scream as the girder bent a little more.

I still don't know why, but I just knew I had to save her. Something in me just said that I had to save her, no matter what. Pushing my way through the crowd, I eventually made my way to the front. Several cops and fire fighters had arrived to try and help the situation in anyway. It was then, that I broke away from the crowd straight towards the still crumbling building.

"Hey!" yelled one of the cops as I ran past him. He quickly pulled his gun out of its holster and aimed it at my right shoulder. "Stop!" When I wouldn't stop, he fired on me. He may have been surprised, to see the bullet shatter on impact. It would take a lot more then a bullet to hurt me.

The fire fighters turned at the sound of the shot, only to see me leap on top of the engine. Running up the ladder like a flight of stairs, I leapt from the top step, straight at the building. The sound of breaking glass filled the air as I broke through the nearest window, rolling on the floor and ramming into the nearest wall.

Quickly getting up, I ran to the staircase. Now know this, trying to run up 20 flights of stairs in a short amount of time is hard, but it's even harder when the whole building is falling apart around you. I had made it up several flights of stairs, when a huge chunk of the ceiling fell in on me. I dove out of the way just as it crashed into the spot where I had been moments before.

"Gotta hurry…" Deciding on a faster way, I used my strengthened leg muscles to leap high into the air, landing 2 flights up. As the place started to crumple around me, I continued to leap from floor to floor. In a few minutes, I had made it to the 30th floor.

Running onto the roof, I leapt back as a sizeable chunk fell away beneath me. As I looked at the huge hole, I heard the little girl scream right ahead of me. Stepping back, I took a running start before jumping over the pit. I just barely made it to the other side. Quickly recovering, I ran to the edge of the roof and looked over.

"Hey!" The little girl looked up at the sound of my voice. I don't know if she was relieved to see me, or if I just scared her even more. Reaching out, I gestured for her to grab my sleeve. She didn't budge.

"Don't be scared." I said in a soothing voice, " I'm here to help you." She looked up at me and said in a sweet, scared voice "P-promise?"

I nodded. "I promise." A smile crept across her face as she slowly reached for my sleeve. "That's it…just a little more…"

We were inches apart, when another shock rang through the building. This caused the girder to shake, causing her to loose her grip and slide down the girder even further. Planting my feet against the edge of the roof, I leaned out dangerously far as I reached even further out.

"Come on…just another inch…" I heard people yell below me as I leaned out even further. My sleeve brushed against the tips of her fingers as she reached forward. Suddenly, the girder snapped. The crowd below gasped as she fell thirty stories, screaming all way down. In this situation, I did the only thing I could think of. I jumped.

This caused further gasps from the crowd below as they saw me leap from the roof after her. Time seemed to slow down as I plummeted from 30 stories. Because of the strength of my legs, I was falling at a greater speed then she was. Rolling over in mid-air, I grabbed her in my arms, clutching her tight as she hanged from neck.

Looking down, I saw the ground coming up fast, giving me little time to think. I only had one option at this point. I had to use my Pokemon attacks. I had almost never used them, so I was a bit…out of practice.

Concentrating, silver metal began to spread across my entire body. This was my Iron Defence move, making my body as hard as the hardest metal. I clutched her harder as I hoped that this would be enough the protect her.

Everyone scattered as I crashed into the ground, crushing the car that had been right underneath us. For a moment, nobody moved. Then, everyone stepped back as I moved. Slowly standing up, everyone still kept their distance, until they saw the little girl still holding onto my neck. She had a few cuts from the crash, but other then that, she looked fine.

"Susie!" A man suddenly ran from the crowd. He looked like he was in his mid 30s and that he had just come out of a meeting, for he was still wearing his black business suit. Susie let go of my neck as she heard the sound of her father's voice and leapt from my arms into her dads.

"Oh Susie…you scared me half to death!"

"I'm sorry daddy. But I'm fine now, thanks to that nice boy." Her father turned to me.

"You saved the life of my daughter at the risk of your own. I can never thank you enough."

"Oh…it was nothing. No need to thank me." I leapt off the crushed remains of the car and was about to walk away, when several doctors ran up to me.

"Sir! Don't worry! We'll take you to the hospital and get you fixed up."

"But I'm fine." The doctor seemed to be shocked by my answer.

"You can't be fine! You just fell from over thirty stories, with enough force to smash a car into pieces. Every one of your bones should be broken, you shouldn't even be able to stand!" He grabbed my shoulder, but I just pushed it off.

"I told you I'm fine." With that, I proceeded to walk away. But the Doctor wouldn't leave me alone, and before I had taken three steps, he yelled, "Wait!" and grabbed the right sleeve of my cloak. A loud tearing sound could be heard, as my sleeve was torn off, revealing my turquoise armoured Metagross arm.

Immediately, I tried to hide my arm, but it was too late. Everyone had seen it. Slowly, I began to step back but I had only taken a few steps, when someone voiced my worst fears.

"He's one of those freaks of nature! Get him!" With that, I ran as fast as I could. Behind me, I heard a clicking noise, then the noise of something whizzing past my head. I looked behind me to see a big hunter like man, holding a revolver. Most of the crowd had shattered from the first shot.

Even though I knew that a revolver couldn't damage my armour, I still picked up speed. I needed something faster, something better…

Luckily for me, someone had left their car on the sidewalk. It looked like a brand new car, the paint glinting in the sun. As another bullet shot past me, I quickly climbed into the car. I had no idea how to hot-wire a car and, even if I did, I didn't have the time. Taking my claw, I rammed it into the key slot, hoping it would work as a substitute. I silently prayed as I turn the starter, with my claw acting as the key.

It worked! The engine roared into life, just as another bullet shot through the back window, imbedding itself in the front windshield. Not wanting to risk any further shots, I slammed my foot on the gas. The back tires skidded against the pavement as the car shot forward at a hundred miles an hour.

As I shot down the street, another bullet hit the car, this time hitting the bobble head hula girl on the dashboard and sending it flying through the windshield. Looking in the rear-view mirror, I saw the same guy aiming a gun at me, only this time, he was holding a shotgun and he was coming at me in a pick-up truck…with six other gun wielding hunters in the back!

"Uh-oh…This is bad!"

End of chapter.