In Which We Choose to Live

A Pokémon Colosseum/Pokémon XD: Gales of Darkness Crossover

Hello and welcome everyone! My name is Shadowfox26 and this is one of many new stories that are coming out this year in 2016. This was the second highest voted story on the poll which I posted on my wall before I took it down on the 27th of December of 2015. I hope you all enjoy. This is going to be a fun ride. I hope you all enjoy 2016 and make it like your last.

Now, onto the summary!

Six months after the event of Pokémon XD: Gales of Darkness… the region of Orre is a happy and peaceful region, Michael - the latest hero to save his home is now finding himself back in the role of a normal student. Months ago, Greevil was defeated, all the shadow Pokémon he snagged were saved and now quietly rest at Michael's home at the Pokémon lab. However, Orre isn't as peaceful as one might believe. Soon Michael is thrown in a world of chaos once more as it seems that Cipher is on a fast-pace high like never before. As Michael rises up once again to the call to save his home, is there more to Cipher's new uprising and the group that's behind it? Who is behind the rebirth of the dark group? Is Michael strong enough to defeat Cipher or is Orre already too late?

Keys for this chapter:

Italicized for flashback

Well that's all I got for now.

WARNING: There is no Wes x Rui or (whatever the name of that shipping is called) in this story. If you are looking for one of those – you will NOT find it here. There's MOC or My Own Character(s). If you don't like those, then this story isn't for you either. Oh and Russian words/phrases thrown in, at the end there's translation for you all. Also I apologize because this is really dark and twisted. If you don't like that, or isn't to kind to killing, blood, eating flesh, etc., and so forth – you probably shouldn't read this story.

Anyway, let's jump right in!

Chapter One – In Which No One Turned into Someone

Frozen slush of frosted tears from the sky poured fluidly down like white particles from waterfalls. It was such a pretty sight, yet a lonely one. This cold ate away at exposed skin, at least only on the people that wondered outside. Building were never warm, not anymore, yet people survived within these dark times.

Some say it made the body stronger, others said that it grew on the mind. But those words were only ugly lies, because, truly it didn't. They were just lies to keep dry mouths busy as the world they were living in was crumbling around them. There was no shelter, there was barely any food for a lone child and, there was barely any water that was pure enough to drink or have the water freeze and turn brown gaining a weird moisture that caused frost bite and mildew.

A world use to the cold, embraced the cold… was now slowly snatching them to their death right along with it.

Curiously, a small boy, with peaches and cream skin - almost pale due to the absent of the sun – watched as the night unfolded before him. There was black void of mysterious wonder he heard about. There was no small speck of dust called stars that could glow and reflect off his hazel eyes that whipped up storms like the eye on Jupiter. His hair was a sandy blond, due to circumstances however, his hair was a platinum blond as it was short, slightly spiky at the top, long bangs covered his eyes if he propped his head down to low.

Pressing small glove fingers to fogged glass, loud shouting voices from the back of their freezing small complex, one in their mother tongue as it got louder and louder, and it was getting harder and harder to ignore. Yet on this night, a miracle was able to begin against all odds.

The boy walked over to a small light station were two small brown and white Pokémon eggs resting side by side, unknowing nuzzling each other. That was his gift from his parents individually at the start of their failing marriage but compared to the other birthdays that came and past, the small boy would not complain. This was something he's dreamed about ever since he could recall his own thoughts. He wasn't very old, only five years old… but it didn't matter.

He was going to have friends again… not only would they last longer than the other before 'going to sleep' as his mother once called it, but they would have unique and 'special' power that they could call on, in or outside the battle. His small out of rhythm heart beat flourished at the thought. He hoped once his Pokémon birth unto the world, his world would slowly but surely fix itself.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew it was wishful thinking that he wouldn't acknowledge until later in his years growing up.

Soon the yelling had shifted from the back of the bedroom to the small living room, his parents quickly making haste as the small child scurried over to his mother over by the door. His father scowled and barked something, something to slurred in their mother tongue to completely understand. His mother face was flushed, her body shaking from the lack of clothing or rather ripped clothing.

If anything the boy looked like his father, however his mother has always prayed for it to change as he got older. Either way, his mother stopped in her tracks to turn to her abusive husband and slapped him – the boy flinched at the sound before he was suddenly picked up by his mother. She whispered a sweet, 'I love you darling,' before grabbing the door to leave.

The boy was confused, where were they going? What were they going to do without food or shelter? And most importantly, what about this friends they weren't even born yet. Yet the next thing he knew was being dropped, his head slamming against the wooden door as he slid down to the ground, crying out on in pain. The sound of a cry from his mother stopped him from wheezing out loud sobs that could possibly cause the neighbors to rush over, if they weren't already 'sleeping'.

He saw blood drip down his mother's head, as it curled around her shoulders like a new set of hair. Slowly she went to touch it as the boy crawled away and into the kitchen. His head was throbbing as tears stung his eyes as he watched his father forcefully turn her around before stabbing her with the left over shards of the Vodka bottle, over and over again. What made him stop was the sound of the boy collapsing on the down, with a knife they left out on the counter to cut open packages of more liquor.

"Уэс…?Иди сюда Уэс." His father sang in a low tone, he only heard when his was exiting the stage of a baby, however, this time the words were being twisted with too much sweetness that caused the boy stomach to get upset suddenly and for his own smooth, soft skin to become callous and turn into a pale green state. The boy was shaking at his name being called. He didn't want to go anywhere. He only had time to grasp the knife by his thigh before his father came over and picked him up by the collar. He sliced a thick portion of his skin off his face just a few inches from under his eyes to his nose. The screams of the child and the sound of his puffy jacket ripping from the strength of his father nails picking him up suddenly and the trashing the boy made from the pain.

Tears were falling from the boy's face, no he didn't want to die, so he didn't. With quick movements he rose his hand and stab the knife wherever it could reach. His father cried out and dropped him. The boy wouldn't let go of the knife as it sliced all the way down until the knife dropped to the floor with the boy. Endless curses run out as blood spread and dripped down onto the hard floors before his father as he slipped on his own blood and fell. The complex shook upon him hitting the ground, groaning. The boy was shaking as he slowly stood, dragging the knife to the against the floor until he crawled on his father, blood seeping through his winter clothes.

His father muttered something along the lines of, 'you won't do it,' in their mother tongue to which the boy replied back with,

"Смотри на меня." Blood splashed all over his face as it pierced the neck, before being ripped out and slammed into his chest, over and over and over until he stopped breathing… until he stopped bleeding. The knife fell to the floor, slipping out of the boy's hand from the slickness of the blood on the knife. The cold air made the blood dry slowly as he felt it harden against his skin all over his face besides a few places.

He froze when he heard a cracking noise before hearing a mystical noise, one that matched the sound of an evolution taking place.

"Ee…"

"Vee…?" Walking out, there was two small soft, furry Eevees that yawned and stretched. It wasn't until one of them hit the other with its tail to where all three stared each other down in shock. It was clear that they didn't understand their new trainer, as they were wary of him and the unsettling smell of iron all around him, but never the less they walked over as he kneel down as they gave each other hugs. He started to shake as both Eevees silently agreed to stay with this fragile human. For it was clear that he didn't know any better than they did.

They were so warm as he snuggled them close to his body, despite getting blood all over them as his face started to become numb from the pain. Putting that aside, the boy at the moment he couldn't think of a name, so that small detail would wait. Together they went over to their hatching spot and curled up, until the lights started flickering until it was cut off from the harshness of the cold outside.

Morning didn't make their live easier despite, the sun glossing against the thick snow clouds, the winds were sharp and dangerous. Going outside would be pointless and suicidal… and what happened from last night the boy wasn't going to waste his second chance at life.

The first thing the boy decided to do was to drag his mother's body into the kitchen with his father. Grabbing her arm and tugging with all of his might was fairly difficult, it only became easier when his Eevees bit down on her other arm and help. It still took them a while, but when they got his mother into the kitchen lying next to his father.

When he heard their stomachs growl, the boy decided that it was time to eat. Crawling onto the counters, he pulled out the bag of normal type Pokémon food, a small bowl and poured his partners food. Setting feet back on solid ground of the complex, he ripped on the food, nearly made the bowl over flow before setting on the ground for them.

He made a motion to them to start eating, however, they hesitated. What was that strange thing? The boy had no choice but to grab a bit and force it into his mouth. The taste was very unpleasant. It took everything he had to not spit it out, but once he swallowed it and gave his Pokémon a toothy grin, hoping they would ignore the tear that swollen up in the corner of his eyes, they went down and ate.

They barely made a dent in their food from the bowl, which was fine by the boy as he went to go search the fridge, only to find that bottles were stacked up like barrels of wine, there was a bit of left overs for him today but after that, there was nothing for him to eat. He refused to eat the Pokémon food again. The taste was soft like warm chocolate, yet it was crunchy and the texture was like bubble wrap. It tasted nothing like how it looked so he refused to revisit it.

After meal time was done with they went into the living room and messed around a bit, being careful and quiet of the glass that was spread cross the carpet of the complex and the possible neighbors. He found it funny that nearly every two hours his Pokémon ate and when five o' clock rolled around, he refilled their bowl and finally got something to eat.

The boy and his Pokémon lasted about three days before he heard his Eevees stomach growl. Gulping, he grabbed the knife he tried so hard to ignore his own hunger take over as he went over to his father. He was going to say a few words, but the night of when he was trying to harm him came rushing back, his face would forever be disfigured with a large gasp across his face. So without a second though, he raised the knife before being it down against his arm. It took about three cuts to get it off because of the resistance of the bone.

Pulling out a small pan, he cut up a couple pieces of flesh before starting the oven and cooking the meat. It took a while, and the boy was sure that he over cooked it, but pulling out another plate, he put the jagged cut pieces before getting a fork and taking a small bite. It didn't taste like anything really, which was fine. It would satisfy his hunger and the hunger of his Pokémon.

When a full week past, the three became trapped in a simply routine. Wake up at nine, start cooking at nine-thirty, finish eating which ever part of his parent he cut off – which was either an arm, leg part of their chest – around ten-thirty. Play around until it was time to go to bed around eleven. Yet that Monday, after they ate, there was a knock on the door. His Eevees, who ate at the table with him looked up towards the door. The boy grabbed the knife and walked towards he door, only opening it slightly so he could see who was standing outside the door.

The group that gathered around the door were strange. It was clear that they were cold in their weird black and red outsides, their head was shaved in a weird way as if they were going bald on the top of their head. They all wore gloves, but only a few wore these weird steel like shades or glasses.

The one who stood in front of him rose an eyebrow at the boy, never the less smirked and squatted down to reach a better eye level with the boy. In very poor and broken words that were his mother tongue, he was able to understand the man's question. Opening the door all the way, the group of men took a weary step back at the sight before them, and what added to the strange and disturbing sight was when two eevees shuffled in in front of him ready to attack, their fur mattered, their fangs sharp and bloody if they were wild beasts.

"Мои родители умерли ." The man eyes widen as he seemed to understand the language better then he could pronounce it.

A booming laugh from the back startled all of them as the group made way for the large man, his prominent muscles, a distinctively-twisted mustache and eyebrows and various scars on his chest. He was the only one who seemed unaffected by the weather as he was shirtless but he wore red vest which was open, dark pants which could either been black or a really dark purple and purple gloves.

The man said something before pointing the room, shaking as the buff guy rolled his eyes and pushed the smaller man out of the way before kneeling slowly, trying not to get attacked by the eevees.

"Вы говорите по-японски?" The boy bros rose in confusion and shook his head no. What was Japanese? Then the strange man asked, "Вы говорите по-английски?"

"Да, немного." He replied. His heart swelled, his mother was a teacher once before losing her job dude to circumstances out of her control. When their world was starting to fall, no one wanted teachers teaching them anymore. He heard her speak English before, and when she wasn't busy with her new job or wasn't to exhausted from the job, she was teaching him. But, it wasn't a lot.

"Can we speak like this then…?"

"…Yes." The boy answered character as it sounded weird hearing his own voice it English. He felt small, and he sounded scared – like he was helpless, but he wasn't.

"What's your name?"

"Уэс."

"Wes…? That's a nice name. You can call me Gonzap. You don't have to be strong anymore… I'll take care of you."

"B-but boss-!"

"Shut. Up." The 'boss', or rather Gonzap, growled at one of his men who decided to speak without being spoke too. Holding out his hand, Wes was hesitant, but soon took the hand he was given, only to be brought into a hug. A tight warm hug that reminded him of his mother's warmth. Before he knew it, he was sniffing as big tears rolled down his face, as the blood slowly twisted the color of a faint, watered down red.

"There, there… everything will be okay." Pulling back, his Pokémon leaped upon his shoulders, licking away the tears and nuzzling him as he patted their heads and muttered something along the lines of 'thanks,'. "Come now, let's get you all cleaned up… lets go home."

It seemed like a blur to Wes as soon he and his new found home ended up in a warm place like a hotel of some sorts, food was being cooked and the nice warm waters of the bath washed away the visible sin on his body as well on the fur of his companions. He felt strangely clean after rushing his teeth and putting on comfortable, warm clothes.

"These clothes seem to fit you better. It's a nice look for you." Gonzap comments when Wes walked out in a button down black shirt, pants and boots. A heavy scarf was wrapped around his neck which was slightly hidden under the puffy jacket which matched his old one. On his shoulder his Eevees laid. The one on the left got a black ribbon around its neck, while the other got pink despite both of them being males after being checked out by a strange, yet surprisingly kind and caring pinked hair women by the name of Joy. They didn't have a name yet so for now that was how they would be identified. "I got you two pokeballs for your Pokémon." Wes gave him a gently smile as he took them, he rubbed the large Band-Aid over his face as he winced slightly but was glad it was covered. The doctor said that it would recover, but it would take time since the cut was big. "Come, we've prepared a big feast for your honor before we take a boat back home. So eat well while we're here." Wes couldn't help but to nod excitedly as his thoughts were answered, "And, yes, we've prepared food for your Pokémon as well." Smiling, Wes rubbed their heads loving before going together with Gonzap to eat.

Once again, time flew away from Wes until they were sailing on the boat. They had to travel quiet a way to get there, traveling through unknown grounds, but now since everyone was sleeping, Wes and his Pokémon snuck out of their assigned room to take a look at the night sky. Glancing up at the clear skies, Wes breath as stolen at the sight. It was like everything he dreamed off. The void was as black and beautiful as he imagined them to be. The starts glistened like flickering flashlights of white and yellow. The moon over head was simply graceful. The Eevee with the pink ribbon leaped onto the thick railing of the boat before starting up in the sky as both Wes and the other Eevee tilted their head in confusion.

"Вы должны действительно нравится луну…"

"Eevee…!" Wes let out a chuckle before his eyes widen,

"Селена…!"

"Eevee?"

"Селена будет ваше имя!" And just like that, if everything secretly fitted into place. Eevee cried out, as there was a bright light that seemly flashed from the heavens as Селена started to change. A sleek black body with four slender legs, crimson eyes, long pointed ears and a bushy tail, each with a yellow band around them. Its forehead and legs have yellow rings on them. Its yellow markings glow at night passed slowly as that stood in Eevee's place.

"Umbreon!"

"Eevee!" Wes opened his arms as Umbreon leaped into his arms as he gave the open a hug, their cheers were like whispers against the soft wind. Finally setting the Pokémon down, he removed the pink ribbon only to keep it in his back pocket before using the pokeball on Umbreon, it was the perfect catch. To celebrate, the three stayed up and watched as the morning light peered in from behind the horizon as Wes and Umbreon got another surprise.

"Эос!" Wes shouted probably a bit too loud, but his Eevee cried out before the morning rays consumed him as he changed. A lender legs and dainty paws, as it covered in fine, lilac fur Large ears, purple eyes with white pupils and the tufts of fur near its eyes, and a small, red gem embedded in its forehead. It also has a thin, forked tail that quivers within the light. "Эос является идеальным название для вас."

"Espeon!"

Celebration was once again in order after putting it within his pokeball and removing the ribbon, for safe keeping. Gonzap and the rest of the group was surely surprised when Wes showed his team off.

However, from there Wes world was twisted until the truth was no longer the truth.

Yes, Wes grew up learning many things like different languages of English, Japanese, Spanish and German and he perfected his own mother tongue. He was skilled in different instruments, acting, thieving, agility, flexibility and the ability to fight were extra perks and if the time arose or called for, he stopped shaking to properly kill someone. But, what Wes was the proudest was his skill in a Pokémon battle and the ability to snag them away from horrible trainers that missed used him. Perfect accuracy every time.

What put the nail in the coffin was when he found out that everything he did was a lie, he learned about Team Snaggum, about what he was doing to those poor trainers and Pokémon…

"And so what?! Are you truly hurt by that?" Gonzap questioned crossing his arms as Wes eyes flared and whipped up into the storm,

"Yes I am! Why did you take me in any way!? Why didn't you just leave us to die?!" He snarled, rolling his eyes at the sixteen-year-old as Umbreon and Espon watched, practically glaring at Gonzap from on top of recently caught Murkrows which were stuffed in two cages.

"Your father owed me money… lots of money. Since you killed him, I took you to cross out the debt. A person's life weighted as much as he owed to get all those booze." Wes gritted his teeth, shaking out of sadness, shaking out of pure hatred. "Crazy, drunk bastard." Gonzap went onto muttered, but Wes hearing was defined after all that training Gonzap put him through.

"You'll pay for this…" Gonzap only threw his head back and laughed,

"You'll see it my way in the end… you all ways do." Wes snarled but knew at his current level and state of his Pokémon, he was no match for Gonzap, which was fine. He was smart enough to come up with other ways.

He loved learning, reading, anything about any subject – even if it seemed pointless, sooner or later it would be of use. And, so he would use that to his advantage.

For example, Wes like to play with electronic, he liked building and crafting things, that's how he was able to get his weirdly out of place hover-motorbike to work and take him all across Orre if he truly wanted.

He also like blowing things up with his odd, make shift bombs.

After excusing himself, figuring that apologizing wouldn't do anything because Gonzap raised him, they were practically father and son, he would see through the lie – Wes went to the small room he was giving and started working right under their nose until he was ready to move…

BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Wes swiftly walking in, grabbed the snag machine with Umbreon by his side before booking it back. Espeon was waiting in the side seat as he tossed the machine in the side seat as Umbreon got in as Wes wasn't too far behind. Soon his hover-bike kicked into gear – roaring to life as they speed off, only to have Gonzap cursed him until he turned blue in the face… well, that was until Wes flicked his wrist as another bomb button slipped from his jacket and into his hand. Raising it and clicking the red button with his thumb.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The whole Team Snaggum hideout blew up into pieces as Wes tossed the button, lowering his steel shades over his eyes over his pale scar that was fully healed, he rev up his bike. Despite the sudden heat, he wore a tight fitting black shirt with long black skinny jeans with buckles on the side all the way down to his black boots with a long blue jacket. This was nothing. The heat only raised the adrenaline in his body as a dark grin spread across his face, venous and attractive as he sped off into the desert blaze. To only have his adventure to right his wrongs to unfold.

He thought he was going to die that day.

And, he would be right.

However, he was saved… only to choose his own path in the end…

Well…? What do you guys think? I hope it was to your liking. I'm sorry if that was dark, to dark then whatever a Pokémon story should be. But, to me, I like that's one of the many scenarios of Wes backstory and how he got his Pokémon, etc, etc. Tell me what you think by reviewing and such. Here is the translation for you all.

Translations: (More or less in order)

Wes, come here Wes

Watch me.

My parents are dead.

Do you speak Japanese?

Do you speak English?

Wes

Eos

Selene

You must really like the moon.

Selene will be your name!

Eos is the perfect name for you.

Yes, Selene and Eos are from Greek myth by the way, Selene Goddess of the Moon and Eos the Goddess of Dawn.

Anyway, thanks for reading and I'll catch you guys in the next chapter! Caio~!