Hey guys. It's me again! This story is beta tested, reviewed, or whatever it's called. I thought I would do it just for kicks. So thanks to VibraKnife for taking your time to reading my story and making it better! So here we go!

Red didn't want to know what dying felt like. If this was what pain felt like, then dying had to be worse...

Red knew things were broken. Whatever was, though, he didn't know. The pain was everywhere, so he couldn't really tell where he was hurt the most, but he knew he was hurt. Badly.

Red, even though he was probably mangled beyond repair, was more worried about his injured Charizard. The dragon was knocked out, breathing shallowly, the bullet still lodged deep inside of its wing. Red, who was mangled and damaged, cared more about his long time partner then his own well being.

He patted his partners head, every movement sending a new wave of pain through his body. "It's going...to be okay...I...I promise..."

Red struggled to get the words out, every breath hurting immensely. He started to cough again, causing more blood to splatter onto his torn and tattered clothes. The coughing made the pain worse, as he couldn't stop it.

He grit his teeth, on the verge of pain. Most of his body was numb, with just a dull, constant pain. He didn't even want to think how much pain he was going to be in once he started to regain the feeling in his body...

Wow. You're quite a mess, aren't you?

The voice popped into Reds head, making him jump, which, of course in his current state, caused him to go into another coughing fit. He could just make out a small figure in the side of his vision, but he didn't want to look. He could barely move anymore..

He tried to speak, but only a small groan escaped his lips.

Yeah. You got beat up pretty badly. I do have to admit that what you did was pretty bold, yet also stupid. Don't worry though. Your not going to die. I'll make sure of that!

Red was doubtfull. He seemed on the verge of death, and he knew that whoever - or whatever - was here couldn't help him. He could finally see the hint out of the corner of his vision, and despite the fact that his vision was still blurry, he could make out what Pokemon it was.

"Shaymin? Wha - ?"

Hush, don't waste your energy talking. You, my child, are on deaths doorstep. If you do not get aid, then you will die, and the world will lose a bright young mind. We cannot let that happen. You are special, Red. In ways that you may not realize, or even understand, you are special. Don't worry Red. We will make you better. We will keep you safe, but you must do the rest.

If Red wasn't in so much pain, then he would have asked a flood of questions. His mind beaten as badly as his body, he didn't even think of anything. He just concentrated on the small Pokémon's voice, concentrating so as to not feel the pain.

Don't worry Red. We will make you better. We will keep you safe, but you must do the rest.

That's it for this chapter! The next one is going to get even more confusing! So leave those reviews, and as soon as VibraKnife betas this, then I'll start writing again!