Hello guys. Hope you enjoy this chapter! This one is off of a quilava with a bit of a laziness problem. I guess a coma isn't too troubling for this guy... (Since sleeping is 75% of his day plan.) I put a lot of effort into this one chapter, because I...felt a little change. You see, I want to get things done as fast as possible. Thats how I am, you know? Its like me and homework. I'm that kind of guy who doesn't do his homework because he wants to text his/her friends or whatever. This chapter has been worked on only 2 1/2 days out of the week I promised. This isn't the first time I've broken promises based on time guys, and you know that. Im sorry. The big reason of why I havent updated in forever is because I get bored of writing sometimes... every now and then, right? I make up excuses so I can go do what I want, so I can keep myself happy. But I have to remember that I'm not the most important person on this earth and I understand that; I have readers who want to read. This chapter has been extended from the planned 1750 words to 3000. Right now thats all I can do. But I'm not giving up on writing, or this story. That will be the last thing I will do, and I promise that over everything. I truly promise. Im sorry for the wait, so enjoy -Dylan

Edit 1: Grammar check

(-Chapter 2/Sleep? Yes. Coma?-) (October 13th, 2013 - Not real world date!) (-Third Person POV *** Lui-)

Beeping and booping sounds were sounding throughout his room, and if somebody were to walk in to it, they would probably say that there was an arcade residing in the house.. but of course this didn't bother the quilava who practically lived in this area. Walls were cracked, and leaked pizza remains. There also was a weird stench in the room that was unrecognizable; in a bad way though.

Lui looked at his clock, and groaned. It read 4:32 PM. His bones ached, and the last thing he wanted to do was get up. It was a wonder to him, how this town has such energetic pokemon... where do they even get all their energy from? Slowly, Lui rose up and yawned, stretching his arms and legs as if he had been asleep for years. His blinds were shut, which didn't surprise anyone. The whole town knew Lui as one of those kids who grew up to live in their mothers basement, or didn't get a home at all. Lui knew better though. He was 15 and living in the attic. Not 45 and living in the streets. (Yet.)

He moaned. "I dont wanna get upppp..five minutesss.." He rubbed his eyes, and then proceeded to look around his room. 'Beautiful as always~',he thought, smiling.

For a lazy walking mattress, Lui was actually in decent condition regarding his looks. His fur looked like it was brushed every few hours, and his expression never looked TOO miserable. Lui did have parents of course, but they actually had...well you know, a LIFE. His father was overseas fighting in the current war while his mother was a desk clerk at some fancy hotel. The job wasn't high up, but she got payed a lot. (Why would you even want to know this?)

Dropping onto the rug beside his bed, Lui yawned once again and pulled out a certain box. Pulling out a few crackers, he began to eat. This was the normal routine every day of the month, every month of the year. Sleep, eat, more sleep, more food, even more sleep, blah blah blah. After getting a good fill, Lui wandered over to his door and opened it.

'Goodbye room, hello world.' Grumbling to himself, Lui walked out of his room to deal with today's crap. What was new?

(-Same day-) (-First Person POV *** Lui-)

I know I hate getting up in general, but loud noises were number 2 on my list. In fact, I have alot of things on my list. That also includes my ex girlfriend, because shes just another problem in my life. I hated everything really. As I walk down the stairs every morning I look out the side window and mutter to myself "So what are you going to throw at me today?" And I always groaned. But that all changed because of someone... and I know the days will never be the same. Because of her. Because of Crystal.

Some pokemon hiker was walking along the border of dusky forest, and apparently found crystal. She was asleep; or so everyone thought... I think something happened to her. That little chikorita NEVER slept in late, that was MY job! My theory was proved correct when some doctor announced that she was in a coma. No one knows why. She is in her home, in bed at this very moment...and a few nurses are there to monitor her health. Now what was I doing, getting up for a change? I was going to go to her, and take a look at her. Who knows what I could find? Plus uh...we are kind of good friends. Best friends. Maybe a bit more...if she would just confirm it with m- N-nevermind that!

But...going outside was bad. Going to her was really bad. Staying around? That was the worst mistake I've made all week. I didn't know this though...not yet.

It all started with the silence. This was extremely freaky, considering the fact that there is no day in the year except Christmas that the town is silent. I took a quick look outside, seeing that even store shelves visible in the windows were...empty? Other windows were boarded up and the only thing that sounded now and then was the wind pushing up against the dead trees. I was actually terrified for once in my life, and not from my girlfriend. That deserves a medal or two, or so I would think...

It was bitterly cold, and snowflakes were falling. (In the region the character is in, this was normal. Mentioned later on in the story.) I slowly stepped out onto the sidewalk, looking around at my surroundings. Nothing, and nobody. The freezing wind ruffled up my fur quickly; it felt like my father's hand patting my head, but it was a MUCH colder hand. I walked across and down the street, looking for any signs of life as if I were on mars.

Strange. What scared everyone off? I knew the boogyman and the stiffy monsters were not real, so please; check that OFF the list. After about 5 minutes of walking I arrived at crystal's house. This seemed to be the most silent place of all. I mean straight up SILENT; not even a breeze or gust of wind anymore. I decided to let curiosity take over, walking up to the door and knocking on it. "Helloooo?" I stirred, "Anybody in there?" I was going to look in the windows, but I found that they were boarded up.

I then pushed against the door lightly, and it opened. 'Not even locked?' I thought. 'Well at least now I know who needs homeland security.'

In all honesty, my heart was a battlefield at the moment. It was too much just to decide whether I should run away, or if maybe I should go inside. If I ran away, I could find help and maybe sort all of this out. (So I can go back to sleep.) Then again, though... crystal might need help. In the end, of course, my curiosity got the better of me and it was like I completely forgot about running away. I stepped inside, and what I saw before my very eyes sent me into a panic.

Bodies. Hopefully not dead bodies, but bodies. Everywhere.

A cop was slumped on the chair, another on the floor. Nurses were laying against the wall, and some were covered in blood. Either they killed themselves, or someone went wacko and injected them all multiple times. (rapidly, because THATS TOTALLY NOT STABBING YOUR VICTIM.) I wasn't paying attention to these things, my was breathing was heavy and whenever I touched something, I jumped around 100 feet in the air. (exaggeration.) I mean, god! It felt like I was in a horror movie! You don't see dead bodies all around you every day, do you? I mean, I didn't know if they were dead or if it was just...like a select few! I shook with fear, approaching one of the bodies directly under the stair case.

I decided to see if this pokemon was still alive, and I reached a paw out to his shoulder. This one was just a kid... poor thing. Nudging him, I then quickly scooted back in fear.

Nothing. No movement. "Damn..." I whispered.

The thing is that there seemed to be no injuries on this pokemon... no bruises or scratches. Its like it passed out from something... or someone, if thats even possible. I inspected its legs, and its head. No sign of anything out of the ordinary... then it got me. Maybe none of these pokemon were dead... but who knows? The pokemon didn't have an active pulse, and was very very warm. Almost fever-warm. I got up, and checked all the pokemon that were not injured, finding the exact same result. What the heck was this..? They weren't alive it seemed, but they didn't look dead either... but what could I do about it?

In just a few minutes I came to the ugly conclusion, that I could not help these pokemon. But where was crystal...?

I sighed, lifted myself up and looking at the staircase. Slowly, my feet moved across the floorboards, and I didn't look back once at the unconscious pokemon. Climbing up the stairs I thought to myself... maybe there was a way to save them, but maybe not. It wasnt in my control, it was for arceus himself to decide. I then reached the top of the stairs, and it led directly into crystal's room. Soon a path of blood formed beneath my feet. The closer I got, the more there was. And as I approached the door, I feared the worst for crystal.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. Crystal was laying in her bed, quiet and still. I spotted no injuries on her, but what was around the room shocked me. In the middle wall, two words were neatly carved.

"DONT SLEEP." Hold on a second. What? Don't sleep, as in meaning don't nap or don't go to bed every night? Beside these words were more pokemon that were unconscious. Doctors and nurses alike, were lying down. Some injured, but no one awake. Slowly, I was connecting the dots in my head. There were more carvings on the other walls, but I was realizing something I should have from the start.

I knew already that crystal was in a coma of some sort, and if not a coma then a never-ending nightmare. Hell, I was already in a nightmare, and it just became a reality. Now, if I was correct, This coma was contagious, like a virus of some sort. Its like it stole your soul but left the warmth in it. I shuffled my feet nervously, and looked over at crystal asleep in her bed. Then my eyes shifted to the next carving on the wall.

It read,"GET OUT." Followed by, "YOU ALREADY ARE INFECTED."

It hurt to ask myself... was it true? The moment I came into this room, I was doomed to fall into an everlasting sleep? I wasn't afraid anymore, though for some reason the feeling of sadness and disappointment replaced it. The wind had started blowing through the house, because the side window was left open. But for once, I didn't feel a thing. I let out a sigh, and sat on the bed next to a unresponsive crystal. What else could I do?

It started with the basic emotions, but then came the panicked thoughts.

'H-how much time do I have?' I thought, 'Should I...just..end my life...?'

It was extremely hard to stay calm, considering I just pre-ordered my death ticket like it was a game. At that moment I was lost, and more then anything wanted some guidance. After what felt like hours but remained minutes, a shadow loomed over me, making me freeze almost instantly.

"Saw the whole thing, mate."

The voice behind me wasn't hostile at all, but clear and calm. Instead of dashing to the door, I turned to see who was addressing me. A large gengar about the size of the doorway leaned against the wall. "They dropped like flies, and for a few hours it was a bloody disaster." Questions burst out of my mouth so fast even a train couldn't out pace them. Standing back onto the floor, I gazed at the figure of this pokemon. "Who are you!? Why aren't you like them!? Please tell me what you know!"

His expression didn't change at all, and it seemed this gengar was like a impenetrable wall. Even then, I received an answer about a minute later. "The name is Ruko." He closed his eyes and relaxed his body, as if he were meditating. Without looking at me, he continued on. "I'm not stuck in a SOL (S! # outta luck) situation like you are. The reason?" Ruko paused, only for a brief moment though. "Ghost types are not affected, mate."

Well great, another thing to note... I found it stupid to hear that. Everyone else's lives are turning into a living hell. The world is going down, but they get to live a normal life. Well, I wouldn't say that, because many ghost types are very..creepy. But I should have been grateful, any information would help me on this long road I was about to ride down.

He finally opened his eyes, and I found them gazing over at crystal's warm, but unconscious body. "One by one, Doctors and nurses. Fell like they were shot, and it was all so sudden too..." Then his eyes traced back to me. "Your just the next one to fall. You wont expect it, but... it will take you quickly."

I was confused. No I was EXTREMELY confused. "It will take me quickly? What...what is going to take me?" Thinking about the possibilities of the outcome in my life left me wanting just more and more answers that I couldn't get. Ruko closed his eyes again. "Dusky. Dusky and his sick twisted games." He explained. "That bastard has his own little disease now, where he created his own hellish place he describes as his world." Then I saw something in his eyes. Was it sadness, or was I already going mad?

"Mate, you better stay awake." His eyes then opened, and those eyes were directed at me. Giving me one of those serious looks. "His disease is the "coma" your friend got there. Its more like one of darkrai's never-ending nightmares, buddy." When he finished, I gave him an astonished look. How old was this dude, like 30? That was a bad guess, probably. And better yet, he seemed to know just about everything having to do with the coma! "How...do you know all of this?" I murmured.

Yeah. That definitely was a sad look on his face. "Been best friends with that lug since I was a Ghastly." He then looked down. "He had plans. Those plans got uglier and more negative as the townsfolk treated him like dirt. Everyday." I then felt sorry for both Roku and Dusky... two kids growing up, one becoming the cause of a widespread panic, the other only able to just watch the destruction. All because a few bullies couldn't keep their crap inside. (No pun intended.) "He always told me there was one way to stop him... that..was.." At that very moment, sirens went off and there was a sound of footsteps outside. "Cops! Run!" He yelled, and then he disappeared as quick as he came. 'Cops? Hold on, why...?' I didn't argue, although I still had the urge to ask questions. I took one last look at crystal, and then looked away, proceeding to dash across the hallway. Argh...And so close too!

As soon as I got downstairs, I heard crashing noise at the front door, followed by many voices. My breathing picked up, my chest rising and falling very quickly. And then It clicked. These were cops, obviously... but what wasn't obvious was that they were going to try and kill me. Not until now, it wasnt. My eyes darted from object to object, until it landed on the backdoor. 'Of course! Now's my chance!' I spoke too soon. The moment I booked it and ran, I heard a few pops and there, something hit me. Hard.

And I felt pain. Imagine thousands of beedrill picking and stabbing at you with their silver spikes... thats what it felt like. From my side, a greninja stood, aiming a G18 at me.

"My my my..." He sneered. "Lui was it? Oh, I should inform you of something... before I kill you." Kill. The word hit me like a brick wall. What kind of cops were these? Blood was making its way from my maw, and I found it hard to move. I wanted to respond but I couldn't. My lungs were short of air, and my eyesight was failing. "Grrk.." I managed to grunt, but that was just about it. His cold blue eyes bore into me, and his smile sent weak shivers down my spine. It almost looked as if he was having the time of his life observing my twitchy movements.

"You see, who ever has a possibility of being infected...we have to kill." He started laughing, his voice ripping through me. "Orders are orders. But in all fairness... I dont like anyone, INCLUDING you, Lui." I wanted to tell him to go to hell. I wanted to get up onto my feet, and put HIM into a coma. But I remained silent, because it could have costed my life, right there. "Time and time again, this world has ignored my greatness. I achieved things that other would never have had the ability to pass."

His voice trailed off, and for a moment, I thought he was done. But those eyes never looked away from me, and he eventually continued his rant.

"This is my time, the perfect oppertunity to show the world that I was here. I will leave my mark on every pokemon in this world if I have to, and you will have wished you were here to experience this." He muttered a few more words that I could not understand, and left it at that. My body convulsed, and I struggled to keep conscious. It hard to stay alive when you have been shot 4 or 5 times. "Oh well..." He sighed. "Any last words of wisdom, you fat prick?" In fact I did. Sure, most of my life I had wasted in bed, eating junk food and watching M-rated movies. But I could think of two words off the top of my head that I needed to get off of my chest.

As I sat up, blood bubbled from my mouth, and my back felt like it was set on fire. This didn't stop me from putting my last seconds to use.

"You...K-know ...what?" I barely managed to say, "I..i do..h-have...something to tell you..." I coughed and wheezed, as the greninja made no movement. I finally was able to look at him, to challenge that gaze. The bastard was like dusky... He didn't get the respect he wanted, and now he was a killer. But I knew that unlike dusky.. this idiot deserved his fill. "I..I say t-this..w..with..all... of the hate..in my heart..." I twitched again, and coughed. But I never took my gaze off of him.

"G-go...to hell..." I managed.

His eyes told me everything I needed to know. He didn't like me, and he was right. He probably hated everyone. But If I was going to die here because of this jerk off... What the heck, right? The silence filled the room with tension, and the greninja spoke again. "Pity. And even after I wasted all those words on you, no remorse..." He then shrugged it off, like it was nothing to him. "Your funeral. Goodbye Lui."

I smiled. My body was broken, yes. But my soul wasn't. And when I think about it, all of this escalated so quickly, and it ended with my life. But there was so much more ahead of me that I didn't know about. My future wasn't figured out... and I thought it was over for me. They say your life flashes before your very eyes when you die, but all I saw was him. Those ice cold eyes that pierced through me like a dagger.

He raised the gun, and put pressure on the trigger.

*BLAM!* ... The shot was followed by silence, and then fading footsteps.

I never knew though... I didn't escape by dying. I was infected, and that meant I was going to go into dusky's coma. Even though I never had a chance to say farewell to friends and family when I was alive, I had a chance at stopping dusky's coma. I didn't know this then, but I know it know.

...

Guess I just turned my 1 night stay at a hotel into a life-time prison sentence.

I Spent lots of time on that chapter... The end of this was more descriptive, because I realized that when I read a book, the author doesn't tell you something, they tell you almost everything. I was going to go back and edit this chapter, but this might be the best piece of writing (And my longest chapter) that I have wrote. I'm sorry this took a total of 17 days... but it was more like 13. I got in trouble in school for... threats I made. Got an in-school suspension and was grounded. Even then, My first promise on this was a week. 7 days. 13 Isn't exceptionable. I'm sorry if this seems rushed, but my last promise was that I got it done. If you add it up, this chapter is almost 4000 words, not 3000. This was the most I could have done for the people waiting on this chapter. But for those who don't care, good for you. I hope you enjoyed, and I shall start working on the next chapter. I will do my best, but I will not give out a date of the chapter release. I cant keep making promises I cant keep, It puts stress on me when I don't want to write, and It stresses me even more to think about the people who waited so long for updates. So no due date, for the sake of the reader and writer. Thank you, and I will except any review, suggestion, criticism (even the bad comments), and I will surely reply back. Read some of my other stories, and maybe one day I will continue on those for fun. But there is one promise I can make. Im not giving up on this story. Count on it! -Dylan