Yay, it's my birthday, I am officially 15.
I'm starting my third Pokémon story and my second long Pokémon Story.
Anyway...
I don't own Pokémon, but that should be obvious to the rest of the world.
"Talking" Thoughts Poke-Speech
On with the Story...
Prologue: Insanity?
*Max's POV*
I was lying down on a bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
They think I've cracked.
They think I've reached the brink of insanity.
Have I really?
I only believe that all of them are still alive, I know they are alive.
Why you may ask, the answer is simple.
None of us are who we seem.
I was supposed to disappear as well, but the night I was going to make my great disappearance, was the night I was betrayed, by my own parents.
I was going to run away and join them; May, Drew, Ash, Misty, Paul, Dawn, Delia, Riley, Ilene, Gary, and Leaf.
It's been one year since May and Drew left to join Riley, Ilene, and Leaf; avoiding all questions by never showing up again after the ferry they were on exploded.
About three months after May and Drew left; Ash, Misty, and Delia faked their deaths in a rock fall while 'searching for May and Drew' to join the others.
Three months after that; Paul, Dawn, and Gary disappeared in a land slide while supposedly searching for everyone that had already disappeared.
It's been six months since then, no one wanted to restart the search because they believed that it was cursed, but the people that knew the truth started that rumor.
Who are those people you may ask, the answer to that is obvious; me, one of Rafe's sisters, Audrey, Dawn's mom, Johanna, Gary's grandfather, Professor Oak, Paul's brother, Reggie, and Misty's sisters, Lily, Daisy, and Violet.
I'm not going crazy, I'm not talking to myself, I'm only reminiscing.
I know the truth so does that make me crazy?
Am I really going insane?
Do I deserve to be in this hell-hole called a reform institute, which should really be an insane asylum?
The answer is no to all of them, except whether or not this place should be an insane asylum.
I've only been faking insanity so the guards don't question whether or not I should be here.
I know my parents have told everyone that I ran away to search, but I didn't.
It's been three months since I supposedly ran away, but no one has believed that my parents had something bad to do with my disappearance.
Hah, I bet my parents even paid off the guards and the owner of this place so the media and everyone else won't find out, but the people that know the truth already know where I am and what my parents did.
I won't be here any longer, though.
May and Audrey will free me.
We'll fake my death as well so no one will search for me.
Knowing my parents, they'll probably say they found my dead body, somewhere near the house and that I was probably coming back to them.
As if I would ever return, I have real friends and a real family waiting for me.
Also, yesterday was my birthday, so I'm finally ten and I can get my first Pokémon.
I'll get the Ralts I became friends with as my started, I'll just ask May to stop near its home so I can catch it, maybe I'll go and catch all the Pokémon I befriended.
I know May has gone back and caught the Swablu she befriended; I think she even evolved it into an Altaria.
I can't wait to be free and fulfill my duty.
I will have everything I want, and maybe in a few years, when I'm old enough I can go out with Audrey.
She's the same age as me, she only used her brother's Pokémon in LaRousse, maybe we'll even get married someday.
A small smile formed on my face.
Soon I'll be free, I know it, I KNOW IT.
*Third Person POV, Reform Institute*
Standing outside the asylum was a guard, half asleep from the lack fo activity.
After a few minutes two cloaked appeared from out of nowhere.
One of the cloaked figures asked, "May we see Max Maple?"
The guard jolted awake, "Who are you two?"
The other cloaked figure replied, "We're old friends of Max, we just want to see him again."
The guard shook his head, "Sorry, no one is allowed in, just go back to where you came from."
The cloaked person who had spoken first pulled a poke-ball off her belt and threw it into the air, "I was hoping to not need to do this but... Gardevior Hypnosis"
The guard looked at Gardevior for a seconds, "Wha..."
Soon the guard fell onto the floor with a thud.
The second cloaked figure stared at the unconscious guard fro a few seconds before saying, "We need to get in and get Max as fast as possible now May."
The first cloaked figure, May, nodded, "I know that Audrey the Hypnosis only makes him fall asleep for 30 minutes, good thing I alters is memory to make him think he was tired and that he never saw us. Max is in room 902."
Audrey smiled, "So what are we waiting around here for, let's get my precious Maxie away from here."
May smirked as said teasingly, "Aww it looks like someone has their first crush."
Audrey blushed, "I do not!"
May rolled her eyes, "Fine, you don't. Let's just go before someone finds the guard and catches us."
Both girls pushed the door open and started running through the corridor and then up a few flights of stairs until they reached room 902.
May sighed, "Let's go in I hope our plan works or Max might..."
May and Audrey gulped, not wanting to think about what would happen to Max if he wasn't removed from the asylum.
Audrey quickly said panic stricken, "Let's get him out of here, FAST."
May opened the door and looked inside to see a neat little blue room with a desk, a bed, a nightstand, a wardrobe, some pictures on the walls, and a door to the side.
May looked around in shock, "This room looks like any other little boy's room. No one would guess this place is an insane asylum."
May turned towards the door to the side, "That probably is the bathroom."
Audrey stepped into the room and gasped, "At least they aren't torturing poor Max."
May's head suddenly shot up, "The shower's running, Max must be in there."
May and Audrey walked to the bathroom door and knocked on it.
May says softly, "Max we're here."
The water stopped running and the shower curtain was moved aside.
Max said from inside the bathroom, "Finally, we could use the shower as a way to fake my suicide. Just let me get some clothes on."
A few seconds later a fully clothed Max walked out of the bathroom.
Max sighed, "Okay let's do this."
The three of them go to work to make the plan perfect.
May had enlisted the help of an old ditto a few weeks before.
She had asked the ditto to transform into Max right before it died, so they would have a 'dead body' to use in their plan.
The ditto was more than happy to help them since he thought Max deserved better, he was glad he died helping someone.
May took out the Poke-ball she had captured the ditto in and let the dead ditto out.
She then took the ditto's body and had it put in the shower/tub, which Max had filled with water.
Max quickly changed into a clean shirt and a clean pair of jeans that May had brought him.
Max's asylum clothes went on the ditto.
Everything was perfect, so the group kept the bathroom door unlocked, locked the main door into the room, and left through the window, but not before locking it, with Gardevior's physic powers, so no one would think something else happened.
The three of them ran to the perimeter of the compound and as soon as they were outside of the fence they breathed a sigh of relief knowing that they were safe.
May turned towards Audrey, "Audrey, how will you get back?"
Audrey pulled out a Pokeball, "I'll have my Abra use Teleport to get back home. Bye guys. Abra Come on out. TELEPORT."
(A/N: I had Audrey get an Abra just for the sake of this story. She just turned 10, so it's okay for her to have an Abra.)
Max smiled, "Bye Audrey, I'll miss you."
May smirked, "Is this young love I see?"
Max blushed, "What? NO! May could we stop near Ralts home so I can catch him?"
May smiled, "Fine. Fine. Let's go."
Max raised a fist towards the sky, "I'm finally free!"
May shook her head and pulled out a Pokeball "Altaria Take the Stage. Let's fly. Ready to go home Max?"
Max smiled, "Am I ever!"
To Be Continued
That was the perfect start to my new story, well according to me it is. Since it's my birthday, could you people review?
Au Revior