Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. Well that was such a doozy, hope you like it, please review! Hoping to become a better writer and want to improve.

"Come on Jared, this could all be over quite quickly." I said as a gaping smile replaced the anger that once was there; my fangs bared. "Father wouldn't really care any other way."

"You're wrong Axel, He never wanted this. . . ." Jared sharpened his claws for one last fight, calling on one more Howl attack before launching himself towards me. "I'm so sorry. . . "

"Brother. . ." A simple, yet powerful, word escaped my lips before I could catch it and readied an Aura Sphere. I watched him as he drew closer, my attack ever ready for impact, his face a never-ending sea of emotion. "Your words are useless now!"

~:*:~

Who am I? A simple, yet confusing, question filled my mind, never wanting to go. Besides from the relentless question, I woke up to a buzzing noise that was a little far from me but close, accompanied by high-pitched voices.

Everything around me was moist, wet and soggy. The dirt beneath me was sticky and stuck to every inch of my body. Spitting out mud I could barely sit up before the wave of immense pain, mentally and physically, washed over my entire being. The more weight I put on the ground though, it felt like I would sink even further down.

Stupid migraine. Cupping the side of my face with a battered hand, I pulled myself up on two feet before assessing the damage.

Ripping up my battered and torn shirt sleeve, I gently rubbed at the bruises, trying desperately to mentally force them all away, fighting back tears that dared to show themselves.

If memories could be subdued, why not marks on the body? Even for a short time. . .

Looking over my surroundings I noticed I was in a forest, located on the outskirts of a town with dirt, now muddy, entrance and a few small buildings, not very far off from me.

All I could remember was a fight. . . a fight with. . . .forget it. The memory is long gone by now.

Who was this person though?

The wave of pain keeps becoming stronger.

Wait.

What town was I near? I hardly remember a thing, but somehow I ended up out of the town . . . I'm so confused. I might as well ask around. Someone has to know. They got to. They have to!

Wiping away a rather rebellious tear off of my bloody face I stumbled towards town with a limp, only falling down on my beaten, bloody knees a couple of times with a searing pain acting as its constant companion.

Fighting back the growing darkness that began creeping into my vision, I ignored the looks from weird creatures, and mean looking people that I passed by on my way. They seemed shocked, the buzzing noise an ever constant presence.

As I received a few scared screams from them, I dared myself not to look. The waves of pain are starting to become almost unbearable.

I kept going until I arrived at a building with an orange top, not bothering to read the plaque on the front, I headed in, my arms nearly falling limp.

Not even with a single step did I bother announcing myself, all I remember was letting everything get the best of me, my vision blurred as my knees finally gave in and I feel forward to the cold tile. People started to scream.

Why were they screaming? Can't be that bad could it? Ow, my head, I wish they would stop. The last thing heard before all went black was, "everything is going to be Ok, hang on!"

Who am I? Who are these people? How could I hang on, there's so much pain!