Disclaimer: I don't own anything except this story.

Thanks to anyone who read the prologue - though I am kind of sad no one reviewed. From this point forward to the epilogue each chapter will be from a different persons perspective who was in the prologue. Can you guess who they will be?

Chapter 1

Rhonda - 11:30pm-12:18am

Tonight is a big night for me.

Perhaps it's a little horrible of me to think that way. After all, this next boost in my career is reporting on the death of a famous woman - but it's an inter-regional case! Millions of people all across Sinnoh will be watching! They depends on me for the inside scoop on what is happening here in Kanto. They want to know justice is being served to this girl who has ruined so many lives over here in Kanto by stealing their Pokemon and injuring dozens of innocent people.

Everyone knew about the case and would be watching her live report. Even people outside of Sinnoh - since the other reports failed to show up. Maybe it had to do with some mumbo jumbo about respecting the woman's last moments in life, or maybe they just failed to get here in time to get through security; probably the latter. Who wouldn't want to take this opportunity? Such an amateur mistake - it would certainly hurt their careers. I can sympathize; my own crew seems littered with amateurs that continually sabotage me by hitting me with the equipment all the time - on air!

Yet I can't complain. For now I am the sole reporter on the last chapter the Misty Williams case. The very Misty Williams who was a top rated gym leader with a fearsome reputation, a model citizen with a sparkling record of helping the police and the community many times, a vivacious Sensational Sister who earned raving reviews for her underwater performances, a Top Coordinator in Kanto with an impeccable victory streak that inspired even Wallace to greater heights, and a surprising hotshot who recently became the Master Champion of Indigo League by winning both the Indigo Conference and the Silver Conference. Such an impressive feat can only be topped by Master Ash Ketchum who is now Master Champion of three leagues and doing private training on the Orange Islands. This is also the very Misty Williams who, alongside her Gyarados, stunned the world as she was caught live on camera aiding Team Rocket on several violent attacks in various cities. The Misty Williams, who was apprehended months ago, was the center of a well documented, highly disputed court battle with overwhelming evidence against her, and was convicted with the harshest sentence possible in Kanto even though it is well beyond the scope of her crimes. Finally, but most importantly for me, she is the very Misty Williams who will arrive any minute now to face justice eleven months sooner than any other person who has sat on death row. The few people who still sympathized with her called it illegal. The greater majority who stood by the poor victims called it necessary justice. I called it another part of the job.

My not so wonderful camera crew signaled that we are ready, effectively pulling me from my thoughts. I take in a deep breath and close my eyes briefly. Then I put on a grim, but determined expression and began speaking as soon as my cue was given.

"Hello, this is Rhonda reporting live at the scene of Misty Williams' execution. As mentioned before, this report is live and may be disturbing to younger children as well as to those who regarded this woman as their hero before she went rogue."

I looked at the camera man who signaled that Misty had not arrived, meaning I needed to provide commentary on the case up till know. The real action would start when she arrived. So I provided a more sober recounting of past events than the one in my head until the camera person was given the signal to pan over to the glass wall where Misty and one of her two guards now stood.

Everything seemed to be going as scheduled. The doctor and the judge were finalizing the technical details of what was going on. The lawyers from both sides of the court battle were there in the same circle standing as witness. Of to the side were some of the families of the victims who were able to make it. Finally, there were two people sitting distant from the rest of us. The older man was none other than the famous Professor Oak. Perhaps I could get to talk to him afterwards – establish a repertoire so next time he visits Sinnoh he would be more open to an interview. The woman next to him, whose name escaped me, had been seen throughout the trial right behind the defense table – the only person who sat behind the defense table. She seemed to be fussing with some scrap of paper; definitely not important. What was important was me cluing in my viewers to the other inhabitants of the room.

I was doing this as somberly and professionally as possible when the defense attorney finally lost it and started shouting. I signaled the camera man to zoom in on him rather than the poor victims I had previously been talking about. As he did the microphone hit me over the head – again! I am so ready to give him a good talking to! However far more important things are afoot so I'll have to let him off the hook for now.

"I don't care what the prosecution says! I don't care what evidence is stacked against her! I don't care what the jury's verdict was either! I want you all to know here and now that I know she is innocent. If you go through with this then innocent blood is on your hands, because justice is not being served according to the law!"

Everyone was silent for a moment. It was a serious reminder of what was really going on. Then the judge responded.

"Duly noted Mr. Hanson. However as servants of the law we must do our part to uphold it no matter what our personal feelings."

The intense atmosphere increased as the judge motioned to the doctor to proceed. The camera man once again panned towards Misty as the two guards led her to the stretcher and her fate. I decided let the viewers see what is happening without further commentary. A lump formed in my throat as the reality of what was happening finally set in. I had never seen someone die before. What if somehow Mr. Hanson was right?

There was a beeping sound as her heart monitor flat lined. My heart dropped. It was too late to wonder now. The doctor checked her over and confirmed my thoughts. Before I could process all of this, however, a huge explosion erupted in the other room. The glass window protecting us shattered and I fell to the ground. For a while everything went black.

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The world was fuzzy and confusing. Sounds and sights merged and blurred into incoherent information. I tried to focus – after all I am reporter. I can handle this. I can focus under pressure and deliver. As I thought this the mass of bewildering information began to sharpen.

Smoke. It's a gray fog that slowly dissipated out the huge hole in the roof.

Yelling. So much yelling. Everyone seemed to think it was the only way to communicate.

Wreckage. Glass was everywhere; including all over me. The walls in the other room had gone from green to black.

Lights flashing. Emergency lights were on everywhere. The sprinkler system went off and everyone was now wet. My crew was trying to protect the miraculously spared equipment. Paramedics were on the scene and taking care of the doctor who seemed to be unconscious.

Pain. Lots of pain. Everywhere.

I tried slowly getting up. Ouch. That was even more pain, but it was better than staying on the glass littered floor. I look around to better examine the scene.

The group containing the judge and lawyers were all yelling. The famous Professor was trying to calmly direct everyone to work more efficiently. The families were all holding each other – making sure they were okay after such an emotional, explosive day. The woman who had been playing with the scrap of paper was looking at the scene as if taking it all in – as if trying to come to terms with something.

That is when two significant thoughts clicked into my brain. Where were the guards? Who would do something like this – and wait until after she had died to pull it off?

Another sound entered the melee; an annoying, perky jingle. Oh, wait. That was my annoying, perky jingle! Ignoring the pain, I took my phone out of my ruined purse and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hello Rhonda. This Mike," my young sounding producer responded, "We saw what happened. Are you guys all right?"

"Yes, I think we are. Better off than the doctor who was in the room anyway. Didn't see what happened to the guards or the… girl." I barely got out the last word as my throat constricted once again.

Mike grunted on the other end. Apparently this wasn't news to him.

"Do you think you guys can keep going? It seems the Misty Williams case is much bigger than anyone realized and we need your team reporting."

I looked at my beat up crew. They owed me big time so I didn't feel too guilty when I responded, "Of course."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely. I am a reporter, this is what I do."

He seem to think for a moment then said, "Head over to the Indigo Plateau. We just received a tip something big is going down there. It seems like you are not in the only hotspot in Kanto today."

Somehow I wasn't excited about this; which was strange because just about half an hour ago I would have been jumping for joy. It's amazing what can happen to a person in such a short amount of time.

As I gathered up the crew to leave, there was one thing I knew for certain.

Tonight definitely was not my night.

I tried to look over this chapter to make sure there weren't any mistakes but I always seem to miss some. Still, I hope you like this chapter a lot better than the last one. Please review!