I stared at the bloody mess in front of me, shaking my eyes in disbelief and horror. The Houndours dark eyes darted around, and it stood up on its haunches and sniffed the air. I wanted to run to the body, the grab it and run but my entire body was paralyzed with trepidation. What could I do but run away? The Houndour's body was crisscrossed with scars, some new and some faded. It was a sign of dominance and experience. It evidently was a high level, but it was a mystery to me why it wasn't evolved. My brother's body was still on the turf, his blood staining the grass red. He had a large gash in his left arm, and his torso was distorted and was a shade of purple and black. The Houndours eyes dialated as he caught the scent of me. I cursed for being so stupid. I didn't check where the wind was flowing at my scent must have drifted towards him. I can't make a sound or else he would know exactly where I was. He probably just knew that I was close by. I slowly stepped back and was making good progress until I stepped on a dried up leaf.

CRUNCH

"SHIT!" I yelled as I started sprinting towards Pallet Town. Plenty of strong trainers would often gather there to consult with my grandfather. Tears started falling from my eyes as I leapt over hedges and clumps of mud. I didn't want to leave my brother there but what other choice did I have? It was technically his fault that he wandered off. He was 17 and had tons of strong pokemon like Dragonite, Tyranitar, Gyarados, and many more. He'd left them at the lab for grandpa to examine and to be taking down by a measly Snubbul wasn't fair. I myself was only 12 and hadn't gotten my hands on a pokemon but I was promised one later on.

I could hear the dog's panting and barking behind me and I could tell he was getting closer. I tried to increase my pace but I couldn't. I wasn't fat nor normal. I was underweight and the fastest in my Phys. Ed. Class but I can't outrun a flaming dog from hell which breathes fire and can run up to 20 mph. It was a nice attempt but I eventually slowed down. I stopped and turned around only to see a pair of fangs lunging at me. I instrinctively swung my fist and caught the houndour in the face but it's flaming hot skin created a red burn on my fist. I swore and stumbling back, and the houndour lunged at me again, and sunk it's fang deep into my calf. I screamed in pain but the houndour wouldn't release. I saw a dark smoke emmiting from its mouth and I swore again. Even if I did escape, I would be poisoned. It would usually take a couple hours for a weak poison attack to set in but since my calf already was a bloody mess, chances were that the poison was already in my system and starting to kill me. Out of fear, I punched the dog in the face and kicked it away. I stared at my calf, and nearly vomited. 2 huge puncture wounds were clearly apparent, with dark purple blood gushing out. I wanted to kill myself in a quick, painless way but me new that I was going to die a long death. The houndour snarled and lunged at me again, pushing me to the floor. His jaws opened and it's razor sharp teeth, lining it's black gums. A tiny fire was building inside, and I screamed. I closed my eyes and waiting for it to be all over.

"Blastoise! Hydro Cannon!"

My eyes snapped open to see a blue turtle the size of car lower 2 monstrous cannons at the Houndour. 2 huge orbs of highly compacted water shot out of them, with a THUD and slammed against the black dog, killing it instantly.

"Blissey! Aromatherapy!"

I could feel the poison draining from my body, leaving from where it entered. I stared at the trainer. His smug face, and his maroon hair looked slightly familiar.

"Who are you?" I questioned.

"I'm Gary. Gary mother f*cking Oak."