CHAPTER 2

Dawn's pov

I slowly lifted my head, glancing around, finally laying my eyes on a man. Standing not 10 feet away, almost completely concealed by the foliage.

He was tall, with olive green spiked hair, purple eyes, and a goatee.

"Ho-how do you know my name?" I stuttered, terrified.

"Well, who doesn't? You're quite famous throughout all the regions," he explained coolly.

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet! My name is Lance." He smirked, eyes narrowed. "And you are going to pay."

Lance grabbed me by the collar, and dragged me through the forest, twisting and turning as if he lived here, which might have been possible.

I fought, which didn't really help the matter. Every time I tried to hit or kick him, he used his other hand to smack my face. By the time we arrived in a clearing, occupying a helicopter of sorts. He pushed me in, followed, and started the engine.

"Why are you kidnapping me?" I questioned, shaking in fear of what he was going to do to me.

"Your mother." He saw the confused look in my sapphire eyes, and continued. "When I was your age, I was a coordinator. I got my five ribbons, and entered the grand festival. I made it passed the first round, and my first battle was against your mother. She defeated me miserably, knocking out my pokemon within the first minute. She cheated. I know she did. I spent the rest of my life figuring out how to serve my revenge." He paused. "And why not take it out on her daughter?" he laughed this crazy laugh, eyes deflated to tiny purple specks.

And with that, he pushed me out of the copter, laughing while watching me fall to my death.

Paul's pov

A man stepped out of the bushes, introducing himself as Lance. I didn't hear the rest of the conversation. All I know is that he took her against her will, and will probably either torture or kill her.

I followed them. The route was very complicated, but I managed to keep up.

When they got into a helicopter, I was careful not to lose sight of it.

Why am I bothering with this anyway? I thought while running after the vehicle. What do I care if she gets tortured- I winced.-or even killed? I winced again, but more noticeably. I do care, more than I should.

I snapped back to reality as I saw her falling. From 200 feet in the air. Into the mountains.

I sprinted to the place she was falling towards. As I got closer, fog filled the air, and all I saw was white.