Author's Notes:

Wow, where to start. The writing in Italics is not mandatory. You don't have to read it unless you want the full, bloody back story. What else do I have to address… nothing I guess! Just enjoy my latest chapter!

Chapter 2

Milan continued his ungraceful fall onto the grass. He slammed his head repeatedly into the stone surface of the wall as he fell, which lead to an insane headache. He landed on the grass in a crumpled heap. He groaned at the pain all over his body and the pounding in his head. He sat up and scratched his head as he looked at his surroundings.

A big field of grass lay before him, with wild Pidoves and Lillipups running frantically. A couple Herdier also lay close by and a wild Solosis was floating across the field. When Milan stood up, all the Pokemon stared and looked at the boy angrily. Milan could tell that he had disturbed something peaceful. He started to make his way down the field when he noticed something.

3 cars lay flipped over and burned in the field, untouched by the wild Pokemon. They now started to eye him carefully as he put his hand on one of the vehicles. Milan noticed that the vehicles we are decorated brightly and heavily painted. He saw little peace signs and flowers everywhere on the cars. He came to the realization these were probably cars belonging to traveling hippies or something. That is when he noticed the bullet holes that streaked across all the vehicles. The bullets passed to the other side. Milan could only guess at how the cars wound up with bullet holes.

January 16, 1977

We are still on the run, trying to figure out who we can trust, and who we can't. We just killed Greg in cold blood because he threatened to reveal our location. We certainly are screwed. Ever since we found this accursed thing containing our most prized possession, it has been hell for us.

We were once free traveling hippies, living in the country, chilling with friends while listening to the Beatles, but then the storm came. We had 5 vans at the time, but 2 were lost in the storm. We tried to recover who and what we could, but all we could find were burned cars and destroyed corpses. We had lost so much…

It rolled out from under the front seat of the car, a jewel encrusted lamp of some sort. I picked it up, anxious to see if this would bring us the money we would need. It gave us far more than we could've asked for. I started to rub the lamp, trying to make it presentable to pawn shops or any potential buyer. All of a sudden, blue fog started to pour out of the lamp. Wisteria came up beside me, wanting to get a look of what was happening.

Out of the lamp shot a bright stream of crimson light. From the lamp emerged a woman, with no legs. I stared, could this be a genie? She had long flowing black hair and heavily makes upped eyes. She smiled warmly at me.

"You, set me free. Thank you kind sir, you have been granted three wishes." The floating woman told me. Wisteria stared at me. We were both thinking the same thing.

"For our first wish, grant us as much gold as our vehicles can carry." I said to the genie. She nodded and gold began to fill our cars. It may go against our motto: the less possessions the better theme we tended to have, but this was a special occasion.

I heard some static over behind one of our cars. I went over to investigate, and I found Carlos on the using walkie-talkie with someone.

"Yah, you were right. They have it. I am sending our location." Carlos said as he spoke into the little speaker. Carlos, my own brother, a slob, a traitor. I didn't want to do it, but I had to. I reached inside my back pocket. I pulled out my gun. Carlos finally realized I was behind him. He looked at me with a smile.

"Do it brother. Another life you have ended because of your greed. You killed Greg because you thought he was telling the cops our location. I framed him! It was me all along, brother! I am the bad seed! You have paid for all ways being the goody two shoes in the family, brother. And now I will see to it that…" I pulled the trigger, cutting him short. The bullet whizzed through the air, landing right in between his eyes. Blood was pouring out of the little hole above his head in a steady flow. Before he hit the ground, he smiled at me. I thought I was imagining things.

Wisteria ran over, and when she saw Carlos lying in a pool of his own blood, she looked at me like I was some sort of monster. She began to back away. I tried to tell her it was alright, but she was hearing none of it. She told me I was a ruthless killer, and I would do anything to have my way. I told her it was not true. She started to run. I couldn't take it anymore, my own wife, didn't trust me? I had had enough.

I raised the gun, aimed for her head as she ran, and pulled the trigger. Time just seemed to freeze for the time it took for the bullet to hit its target. The painful silence until the scream shattered and broke the ears of many of my people. Wisteria had been shot right in the back of her skull. She crumbled to the ground. The others were staring at me now, wondering why I shot her.

"My friends, Wisteria and Carlos have betrayed us; they have paid for their sins. With their lives. Now, we have all the money we need, are you coming with us or do you wish to suffer the same fate. My best friend Bret came up to me with his hand gun pulled out to. We both noticed that the Wilson family had started to run into the street, screaming and running for help. I nodded at Bret, who with 3 well aimed shots, made it silent again.

One by one we started to pile back in the car, desperate to get away from the world we had been living in as well as the danger we were all in. I didn't dare question if any one was coming out of fear because I knew the answer. Just as we were starting our vans, we saw lights appear in the distance behind us.

"They are already on their way! Hustle! We have to go now!" I shouted as the engines revved up. We may have been too late, the police were coming at a rapid pace, and we were no match for them.

They chased us up to the top of a cliff, below lay a huge grassy field. The cop cars were coming to a stop about 10 feet in front of us. They had know stopped completely, I knew we were not going to make it. I pulled out the lamp and rubbed frantically.

"Come on! Come out, I need you!" I screamed as I rubbed even more viciously. The genie popped up pretty quickly, and she looked at me.

"What is it you request master?" The genie asked kindly, although she could see I was in a panic.

"For my next 2 wishes, I want the cop cars to explode, and for our cars to be at the bottom of the mountain." I said. She nodded and bright lights filled the area, bathing it with flames. I noticed that we had appeared at the bottom of the cliff, staring up at the explosions. That aught to teach them, I thought to myself.

It happened so fast it felt like a daze. Bullets shot down from the cliff above, some one had a few machine guns handy. We were so panicked that we tried to flip our cars over for protection. The bullets went straight through each car horizontally, like a clear cut. 3 had died when the cars were shot. I was hiding, desperate to avoid detection. Next, a grenade landed a few feet from us. The deafening bang ended 5 more lives.

Now it was just me, Bret and Bret's girlfriend and her best friend Frieda and Joan. I pulled out my handgun and checked the bullets. There were only 3 left.

Bret stared at me intensely. I knew what we had to do. I pointed the gun at Joan's head, but she refused. She opened the side door to the van and jumped in the lopsided vehicle. She pulled out a knife before getting shot in shoulder. She fell out of the van, bleeding everywhere. Frieda looked at Bret, pleading with her eyes. It was fruitless, she could be saved.

I pulled out my handgun, checked the rounds, and kissed it. I pointed it at Bret's head and pulled the trigger. Bret knew it was coming, he just didn't know when. He crumpled over and I realized Frieda had died to. It appeared the bullet had gone straight through Bret and into Frieda. Both lay dead, blood continuing its flow to the ground. Joan looked at me, telling me to end her life. I started crying. It was just me and her and we were both screwed.

"Take the knife, and kill me. It is fine. I am sure death is like a permanent vacation. Nothing but leisure." Joan said just before I jabbed the knife directly into her skull. Blood shot out at all angles. I was completely soaked with blood. Joan has stopped moving and I looked at my hands. I was terrified, I was shaking uncontrollably.

"Well, well, well! If it isn't the king of the hippies! Give us the lamp or we kill you!" Somebody called from a distance, they were no longer at the top of the cliff, and they were approaching and would be here in a couple minutes. I jumped up and grabbed the lamp. I opened the compartment in the seat where Carlos kept his drugs, I shoved the lamp in their and sealed it tight. I walked out from behind the vehicle.

"Hey! It is you, Fernando! How have you been? How's Wisteria? Oh yeah, we found her corpse in the street with a bullet in the back of her head. You don't happen to know who would kill some one in cold blood, would you." The man smirked. He came into view; he was really tall in his late forties. He had sleek black hair and shades on. He smiled a devilish smile.

"Hand over the lamp or you can eat bullets!" The man said, attempting to make me scared. It was almost pathetic.

"I hid the lamp some where secure. Or did I? Maybe I left it at the top of the cliff? Or did I through it out of the window before we arrived down here? You will never know." I said pulling out the gun. The man stared, gripping his machine gun tightly in his hands.

"It dies with me." I said.

I pointed the gun in between my eyes, I thought of my wedding, my brother, my birthday, my life all just in a few seconds. I had earned this.

I pulled the trigger.

Milan continued his search around the vehicles. He found a few gold coins outside the vehicles, he assumed there used to be more but have gone missing over time. Milan picked up a rock and threw it at the driver seat of the first van. He heard a click. A compartment opened to reveal a jewel encrusted lamp. He looked at the lamp for a couple minutes. How long had the lamp been hidden?

Wait, this could be the thing he had been hoping for! Milan picked up the lamp and rubbed frantically. Blue fog erupted from the lamp and bright reddish light exploded everywhere. I fell backwards in shock, as a woman appeared. She looked at me.

"Hello Young master, for releasing me from my short slumber, you have been granted 3 wishes. Use them wisely young master." The woman said as she stared at me. I was speechless.

"Can you give me some time to think?"

"Absolutely, just rub the lamp if you need me." The woman said before disappearing. I found myself in a field of grass and flowers, with all the field's inhabitants staring at me. I guess I found embarrassed but that wouldn't be the right word.

I grabbed the lamp hard in my hand, and I began to climb back to the street. It was easier I guess to climb up, but I just needed to get home.

A few hours later I was at home eating my dinner with my parent talking beside me.

"Did I tell you about the neighbor's kid? He got straight A's on his last report card!" My mom said staring at me. I just nodded and resumed eating.

"If only we could trade children! Hahaha!" My dad said. It wasn't a joke, I was almost sure he would if they were aloud. I finished eating as fast as I could. I put my plate in the sink and went to my room. I didn't have homework or anything but I sure did have some reading to catch up with. Before I begin reading I thought, I should call Davy; see what he's up to.

The phone rang a few times after I dialed the number, Davy picked up the phone on the other end.

"Hello Milan, recover from crazy town yet?" Davy asked. I couldn't see his face although I could imagine what was going through his mind. I laughed into the phone deliberately to try and lighten the mood.

"Hey man, just a question for you Davy. If you had one wish, what would it be?" I asked my friend. I wouldn't tell him I had a genie, I would just find his opinion on the sly.

"One wish? Why, did you give up this genie crap yet?"

"Just answer the freaking question." I shouted back into the phone.

"If I had one wish, I would wish for more wishes!"

"That is not likely to happen, Davy. Just answer, please?" I was practically begging now.

"Fine, fine, just calm the heck down. I would wish, I guess to become a sorcerer or something…"

"What? You would wish for what?" I never thought of my friend as this kind of person. Perhaps there was more to him than I know.

"Listen; since we aren't in public I can give you the full truth. I wish, each and every day, to become a sorcerer. I guess it is because I always liked them…must be some weird fetish. You have been honest with me and I have been treating you very bad for a friend. I am sorry." Davy was on the verge of tears, or at least I think with all the sniffling coming through the phone.

"Hey, don't worry; I just wanted to tell you something…"

"What is it Milan? What have you gotten yourself into?" Davy asked me rather viciously.

"Just meet me in the boy's bathroom tomorrow at lunch. Got it?" I asked.

"Fine, what eves, see you then Milan." Davy said before he hung up the phone. I placed my phone back on the charger and sat on my bed. I had decided to show Davy now that I knew he was more comfortable on that subject. I just hoped it wouldn't result in disaster.