© Satoshi Tajiri, T.V. Tokyo, The Pokémon Company and anything else I may have missed.

I only own the nameless girl. Her identity is supposed to remain a mystery...for now.
Also, there is a small reference to my last oneshot in here, but it's at the end. It's all from the same continuity. All in due time.


"Eat and drink, for tomorrow we die."


"Come back!"

"Catch that girl!"

"Don't let her get away!"

She didn't know what she was doing or what she was carrying, but whatever it was, it was telling her to run.

Her legs were close to giving in. The heavy downpour that was falling only made her clothes feel heavy on her skin. She made a left turn, knocking down a trash can filled to the brim. One of the men tripped and fell on his face.

They were catching up.

The mysterious force took her and the black and purple-clad men behind her running in circles around the city.

'Don't stop', it echoed in her head. 'They'll kill you.'

She looked down at her running shoes for a split second. Hiding in one of those shoes was her only possible method of defending herself.

She swung open a rusty metal door. Behind the door were narrow, long stairs. Looking back and seeing the men, she began to climb, clutching the mysterious sharp object close to her. The men followed suit.

Two floors up.

Four floors.

Six.

Eight.

Had the adrenaline pumping through her body not been keeping her running at an insane speed without rest, she would have long collapsed. Running was not her strong point.

After what seemed like an eternity, she reached the final floor: the thirteenth floor. A gust of cold wind blew in front of her, nearly knocking her back as she closed the door behind her. She began to walk, then run, until she was at the edge of the rooftop and was forced to stop and the three men in weird clothes kicked the door right out of its hinges and began yelling at her, pointing loaded revolvers at her.

All she could hear was her heart pounding at a million beats per minute and the muffled voices of the men in weird clothes as the increasingly strong winds carried their words away into infinity.

She was cornered. There were two options now: give in or jump.

She pulled out her defense weapon from her shoe, a dagger. She threw it with no clear aim, but from what she could see the dagger had hit one of the men right in the eye.

She seized the opportunity and jumped. She stole one last glance at the object she was cradling: a pulsing purple crystal with jagged edges. She didn't know much past that, but it was a pretty crystal she could hear speaking to her from inside her head.

She looked down. She was close to the floor.

Everything went black.

She fingered the delicate silk of the curtains as she drew her knees closer to her and pressed some random buttons on the contraption on her ankle. She looked down from her seat on the second-floor balcony and saw two children, a boy with glasses in green and a taller girl in blue. Both had pokémon with them.

For a split second, she dug her nails into her right leg out of envy, and began fiddling with the...thing on her ankle.

She had but two wishes: to have a pokémon and to seize the day.

She had accomplished the latter. She smiled to herself, her head in the clouds and not noticing a small Furret attempting to climb up to the balcony and share with her the sweetest of Pecha berries it had found.