Author's Notes: Hello! If you're reading this, then you must have read the pathetic, very short Chapter 1/Prologue. So, here's the first longer chapter. This one still isn't THAT long, but much better then the first one. Alright, I'm posting the first 3 chapters right now, so I won't have much information to tell you in these Author's Notes in this one or the next one. But look for something interesting in Chapter 4's! Have a read, give a review, I love you! PM me if you want to tell me anything!

Chapter 2

The Duo Meet

My eyes slowly opened. I was on the ground, it was cold and damp. My eyes scanned the room looking for something to help me identify where I was, but there wasn't much to look at. I was in an enclosed area that looked like it was made of cement. There were no windows, the only source of light were lights with an orange-ish tint to them lining the ceiling that went from where I was all the way off in to the distance, dimly lighting the entire area. As I was finishing getting an idea of where I was, my eyes glanced over something that caused me to do a double take. I noticed that off in the distance; maybe fifteen or twenty feet, I saw three men. One of which was holding something; an object of some sort. It could have been the same three men that grabbed me at Verity Lakefront. But I had no idea if it was because I never got a good look at my kidnappers. Suddenly the man holding the object threw it very forcefully to the ground. Then, after a moment, the "object" stumbled to its feet. And then I knew exactly what it was. It was an Eevee

"Piece of shit Pokemon." The man said, as he kicked the Eevee back to the ground. Then it stood up again. "You're worthless. Buying you was a waste of money." And again the man bent his leg and slammed his foot into Eevee's side, knocking it off its feet and back into the nearby wall, where it finally fell to the ground, landing on its side. And the poor soul stood up again. "The only reason you won the fights that you did was because your opponents were weak. You would never win in a real fight. And I hate losing money." And this time one of the two men that were just standing helped the man kick the Eevee. Once again knocking it off its feet, slamming its back on the wall, the finally falling to the ground.

That's what this was about? The Eevee wasn't doing well in some Pokemon battles so they were abusing it like that? Then to my amazement, the poor, brave soul stood up yet again.

"I'll just leave your body here for the Pidgey to pick your bones clean." The other two men laughed and this time all three of them kicked the poor Eevee a third time. One kicking its back hip, the second one kicking its abdomen, and the third man; the one who was talking to it, gave it a hard blow to the side of its head. The Eevee was knocked backward with great force from the three men kicking it at the same time. Again Eevee fell to the ground. I could tell by the way that it didn't even attempt to catch itself or get back up that that final blow to the head had knocked it unconscious. After a moment the man started to chuckle. "Ha, I bet it's already dead. I told you that this Pokemon was a piece of shit, an absolute waste of money." The other two men started to laugh as well. The previous owner took one last look at the unconscious Pokemon, and then he spat on it and started to walk away. The other men did the same thing, and then jogged to catch up with the man that already started to walk away. "Alright men…" The previous Eevee owner said. "Tonight is going to be filled with beer, bets and Pokemon fights!" The two other men cheered as I watched them walk away. After a while they a left turn and were no longer in my sight. Pokemon fights? I've never heard it worded that way before. Usually it's a "Pokemon battle" or even a "Pokemon match." But I didn't really think anything of it at the time.

I finally picked myself up and stumbled to my feet. I almost fell over but caught myself on a pillar that was next to me. I put my hand to my head and let out a grunt. I had a raging head ache. I stood there for a moment, trying to regain my composure. After I was able to stand up without feeling dizzy, I realized I didn't have my bag. My eyes started frantically searching for it. I quickly located it about ten feet away; directly under one of the many lights across the ceiling. I quickly approached it, only to find its contents spilled on to the floor. I searched the pile of my belongings, only to find my clothes. All of my money was gone. I then remember my other valuable possession: my Poke Balls. I moved my hand down to my belt, only to find my Poke Balls gone, too. All six of them. "Great." I said aloud. "Just perfect." I said as I put what was left of my belongings into my back pack and then swung it around and put it back on. As soon as I got my arms in place, I looked up, remembering the Eevee. I then looked around, quickly scanning the area I was in, making sure none of my stuff was scattered elsewhere. I didn't see anything, so I turned and started to run toward it.

Upon arriving to the Eevee, I noticed its abdomen slightly rising, the sinking back down. "It's still breathing, thank Arceus." I said to myself, slightly out of breath from the short run over here. One of the first things I noticed was the scars on its face. There were two that stuck out the most. The first one on the left side of its mouth, the skin was cut and it had healed in separate parts, resulting in its skin being pulled apart when it opened its mouth, making its mouth look a little wider on the side. The second scar was under its right eye, about two-and-a-half to three inches long. When I got closer, I noticed something that made me cringe to look at. Its front right leg was mangled and bent the wrong way in the middle; obviously broken. So after getting kicked several times by its "owner" and his friends, AND with a broken leg, the small Pokemon kept getting up. I was amazed. I bent down and carefully picked the poor thing up, its fur was dirty and greasy feeling, it was matted and had patches of blood that had dried and became black. There was also a stream of blood that was running from the left corner of its mouth that was fresh; still red.

I had no idea how to get out of wherever I was, so I just shifted the unconscious Pokemon in my arms to try to get it in a position that would be comfortable for it. And I just started walking. Walking in the same direction as the three men. When I got to the same area where the three men had turned, I could hear many voices yelling and shouting. It was very faint, but it was still there. I could have either kept going straight or taken that left, where I heard the voices. And since so far it was the only sign of life, I figured it must lead to a way out. So I started walking toward the voices. Every couple of minutes I would put my hand in front of Eevee's snout and keep it there until I felt a breath, just to re-assure myself that the Eevee was still alive and there was still hope. The voices were loud by now and I was almost at the end of the corridor, where it turned to the right. Upon arriving to the right turn, I emerged from the tunnel opening into a large room. And it was absolute chaos.

To my right there was a stand that said "BETS" with a man behind it yelling things to a group of people standing around it giving the man money. To my left was a building with a sign on the front that said "Buy a Pokemon." "Buy a Pokemon?" I was trying to take in everything that was happening and figure out what was going on. And finally, directly in front of me was a large fenced in area with hundreds of people all around the fence jumping, screaming, shouting, cheering and booing at what was going on inside the fence. The floor was littered with beer cans. As I got closer, I could see more. It was a stadium of some sort, lit up with giant lights and I could see a large electronic board displaying the text "Bulbasaur V.S Houndour" But it wasn't your average fight. I was shocked at what I saw. Bulbasaur had one of the big leaves on its back torn off, revealing bloody flesh and a stream of blood falling to the ground. Houndour had a large gash across its side with blood pouring out of it. The Houndour's right ear was missing, blood also pouring out of it. And the battle continued. Bulbasaur used Take Down, knocking the Houndour on the ground. Immediately after the attack, Bulbasaur whipped out its vines and wrapped them around the Houndours neck and tightened them. The Houndour, trying to escape death's grip, used Ember on Bulbasaur's vines, but that just seemed to make it tighten its grip. The Houndour thrashed around until their movements were slowed, and it eventually went limp. Bulbasaur continued to suspend its limp victim in the air by its neck. After a moment the Bulbasaur tightened its vines one last time and a loud crack could be heard, sending chills down my spine. And then the Houndour dropped to the blood soaked ground. About five seconds went by, and then an announcer said loudly over the speaker system "We have a winner!" The crowd erupted with cheers and boos.

I knew exactly what the place was. It was a site for Pokemon underground trafficking; slave trade. And to top it all off, it was next to an arena. Not for friendly Pokemon "battles" or "matches," but fights. Fights to the death. Fights to the death for the amusement and money lust for sick human beings. I need to get out of here. I was making my way around the arena when an older guy, maybe in his seventies stopped me, looked down at the Eevee, then back at me and said

"You entering that thing, kid?" He said in a typical 'old man' voice. "It's $100 per Pokemon you enter, if you win the tournament, you could go home $5,000 richer. But if you don't win…" He chuckled "…then you can kiss your Pokemon's sorry ass goodbye" He continued to laugh.

"I'm not entering; I'll be on my way now." I tried to say as firmly as I could.

"Your loss." He said, chuckling as he went to the next person with a Pokemon.

I had to get out of this nightmare of a place. I made my way around the arena to keep walking through the tunnel. I started to jog, just to get away from that place. At this point I could barely hear the crowd and started walking again. I checked again to make sure Eevee was still breathing, and I let out a sigh of relief, feeling its warm breath on my hand. There were absolutely no windows. I hadn't seen a single one since I've been here. I finally just figured I must have been underground. I was walking along this tunnel when I saw it. At the end of the tunnel, which was about half a mile away, it turned right. And I could see it. Light! Not orange-ish light that I've been looking at for the past two hours, but sunlight! "Finally!" I said out loud.

I started to pick up my pace, excited to finally get out of there. At some point between right then and the next minute, the Eevee woke up. It looked up at me. Noticing its movement I looked down at it. But the second I made eye contact, it swung its head back around and suck its fangs into my wrist. I yelled in pain and dropped the Eevee on to the ground. Upon hitting the ground its front right leg, the broken one, gave out and the poor Eevee let out a cry of pain. A feminine cry. It was a female Eevee.

"Why did you bite me?!" I exclaimed.

"You're not my master!"

"And you want to go back to your master because he treated you SO WELL, right?"

"He treated better than most of my masters!" That hurt me to hear her say that, this Eevee has been through some tough things…

"And how many masters have you had?" I asked

"…I don't know…a lot."

I knelt down next to the Eevee. "Listen, I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you. New lets go get you patched up and the leg fixed, okay?" The Eevee looked at the ground.

"…But what about my old master?" she asked, looking back at me. I thought a moment, and then proudly and confidently I said:

"I'll be your master."

I felt something inside me when I said that. I felt a sense of pride and responsibility rush over me, and a smile grew across my face. I bent down to pick her up, but despite what I said, she was still reluctant and attempted to scurry away. Limping, not getting very far and a look of pain in her face from trying to move quickly with a broken leg, I easily caught up to her and carefully picked her up; trying not to hurt her more that she already was. Upon grabbing her, she again tried to bite my arm. This time, somewhat expecting it, I quickly grabbed her jaw with my hand. Now immobilized, she just looked at me. And I just looked back at her, I again noticed the scars on her face and I felt a wave of sadness over me, but my smile never left my face. I resumed eye contact, and then said in a warm, inviting voice with the smile still on my face "You're coming home with me, okay?"

Still opposing the idea, she started to bite harder on my hand holding her jaw. But I just started walking toward the light. Eventually her grip on my hand loosened and she closed her mouth and just sat in my arms as I walked. After about ten minutes, I finally made it to the right turn and saw them, stairs! Stairs that lead up, and out of here. The exit was about five feet wide, but about four of those five feet were blocked by tree branches; leaving only a small opening for me to squeeze through. After I was through, I looked into the sunset and took a deep breath. "Ah, finally, fresh oxygen!" I said, happy to be out of there. I looked back at where I came from, and the entrance was pretty well camouflaged. But I guess that makes sense, considering EVERYTHING that was being done down there was illegal. Judging by the way the sun was already halfway under the horizon; I knew I needed to find some place to sleep. I noticed a place relatively close to where I was that was behind a large tree. Being back there made us pretty well hidden, so I wasn't very afraid of some wild Pokemon running into us in the middle of the night.

I set Eevee down, causing her to let out a whimper. I took my clothes out of my bag and set them on the ground, trying to make a soft area for Eevee to sleep on. After I had all of my clothes and had tried to fluff them up as best as I could, I noticed her once again trying to limp away. I just let out a sigh, and then proceeded to pick her up and place her on the makeshift bed. I sat down next to her and looked at her, but she just looked at the ground.

"Listen…" I said in a soft voice. "I know you've been passed around a lot, abused, and forced to do things you never wanted to do, but I'm going to help you. But you have to help me by not trying to run every time I turn my back, okay?" The Eevee just continued to look at the ground, and finally answered. "That's what most of my masters say… And then they make my fight so they win money…" Hearing her say that crushed my heart. This poor Eevee has suffered so much…

By now the sun was gone and you could see the stars. "I understand if you don't trust me…" I said softly. "But at least for right now…try to get a good night sleep." She didn't answer and just laid her head down. I laid down beside her and put my arm around her. When I did this, she tensed herself; as if bracing for a hit. Was it that bad? Did she get hit and abused so often that she naturally tensed up when I touched her by simply putting my arm around her? Poor thing…

I felt tears start to form in my eyes. After a moment I heard her softly snoring, causing a smile to return to my face, knowing she was soundly sleeping. Shortly after that I started to doze. And before I knew it we were both asleep…