A/N: Oh come on this is my favourite fic so far – why no reviews? :-/

Chapter 4 – Day 4

"Day 4. During the night, one of the Blitzle must have evolved and became the alpha female. I decided to call her P3, after my last name. It would be a lot better than trying to name them. However, I've noticed that no two are the same. I think I'll stick with the P-numbers, though. I'm going to call the alpha P1. P1 has an unusual marking though; it looks like a crescent," I stopped writing and looked at Macy. She was sound asleep. I walked out of the tree and sniffed the air. "Clear, crisp spring morning. Just how I like it."

"Good morning, René," Macy stepped out and stretched. "Oh boy, we need to take some showers."

"You're not kidding," I shrugged.

"Hey, has anyone told you look like Ms. Frizzle?"

"Ha! I've gotten that before. Here, I'll put my hair down," I took the hair band out of my hair. My hair went down to shoulders.

"Damn! That looks hot!" she growled. I blushed.

"Thank you, Macy…," I grinned. She looked over at something.

"Hey, who's that?" she pointed. Off in the distance…

"Saunders… come on; let's go, before he gets us. He has some really powerful Pokémon…," I began to walk off. "Shh…," I whispered as she walked near me. She nodded. We came to a clearing, where some Blitzle were. I sighed and sat down, looking around. Macy sat down wearily. We both looked at each other. "I think we're safe, for now." P1 trotted up to me and nickered. I held out my hand and he sniffed it. Macy tried it and he sniffed it, too. He looked into our eyes. He seemed to want something, but I don't know what. He nickered and turned around, trotting off, to his mate.

However, another male Zebstrika trotted up, waiting to challenge him. P1 lunged at him, grabbing him on the neck – right where the jugular was. The rival male gagged and bucked P1 in the testicles. P1 let go and staggered. The rival lunged and bit him in the jugular. There was a huge gash in rival's neck. "When males challenge each other, they buck and bite each other in the jugular," I quickly wrote. Spilled blood was quickly dripping onto the grass. They neighed violently and bucked each other. The rival, defeated, ran off. Blood continued to leak from his neck.

"Macy… what should we do?"

"I don't know. Maybe we could catch him and wrap your shirt around him?"

"This is my only shirt, though," I sighed.

"I can use mine, then," she took it off. My eyes widened.

"Damn… you look so good!" I blinked. She blushed and looked at me funny. "You want me to do the same?"

"T-thank you… and-and y-yes…," she flushed redder. I blinked and took off my shirt. "All right, now we're equal. Let's go get that Zebstrika." I nodded and we both stood up. We slowly walked over to it. "Go, Sly," she got a pokeball from her belt and red beam appeared. A Snivy materialised on the ground. It had a typical 'smug' look on its face, complete with the smirk. "Sly, use your Vine Whip on that Zebstrika that's bleeding. You see?" It (presumably he) nodded. "Please don't hurt it." He walked up to P1 and vines shot out of his body, surrounding and restricting P1's movements. "Thank you." We both walked up to him. Grabbing her shirt, I tied it around his neck and put pressure on it. His fur began to spark as he shocked us both and Sly….

Third person's POV

"My work here is been done," Saunders stated. "Now, it's time to move into the kill," he approached the two women cautiously, making sure they were truly knocked out from being shocked. He did the possible….

Rape them….

A few hours later, René's POV

I screamed. "MACY!" She was startled awake. "Saunders – he raped us!" She blinked and noticed that she was naked.

"D-don't panic…"

"Come on, we're going into town – now – and calling my dad! He needs to be convicted!" Gathering myself up, I got up and put my clothes back on. She put her clothes back on (except her shirt) and we returned our Pokémon. We walked off… "Wait… I have an even better idea," I smirked.

"What's that?"

"You'll see."

I grabbed a kitchen knife, from a drawer in Macy's kitchen. I smirked and looked at the sharp edge. I didn't want to kill, but if I had to, I had this knife with me the whole time. It even came with its own scabbard. "Macy, I thank you for having such a nice kitchen. Now I can finally go home and protect myself at the same time. Here, you can have my Glock. It's a nice one. Take good care of it."

"Thanks, René."

"No problem," I smirked.

"Well, this is my old house, Macy. I moved in with Saunders. I hope you like it. I have an even better idea. I'm going to put up for sale – is it possible to do that? Or maybe I could steal his bills and get his house foreclosed. It'd be funny. It'd be the best I could do, in terms of revenge."

"Heh, that's a great idea," she nodded.

"I could also get my former partner to watch the house!"

"That's an even better idea!"

"I miss my partner," I sighed, remembering him… and his stubbornness and klutziness. She had a 'what's his name' look on her face. "His name is Albin… and he's the best man I've ever met. Someday, I'm going to ask him out on a date… anyway, let's gather up some of my stuff. I'm so glad you have a nice Jeep I can use. I thank you for that."

"No problem, happy to lend it anytime," she nodded.

"It's great to get an air mattress from my own home. I hope to buy some furniture soon," I sighed and set the deflated mattress on the floor of my bedroom. "I really like this house, I am so glad I bought it from you."

"René… this is something I forgot to mention when you bought the house. You can actually view Route 3 from the very top window, on floor three."

"What? Why didn't you tell me that before? That's really cool! Maybe I could watch them from there, like when it rains!"

"Maybe so, if you have some powerful binoculars, a spotting scope or even a telescope."

"The only problem is that telescopes view images upside-down, that's what I don't like about them. I have a spotting scope but I've misplaced its tripod. I did bring a pair of binoculars, though. You see, I used to watch birds and deer when I was a teen. I still like to, but now I'm more focused on zebra."

"I think what you're doing is amazing. I'm sure no one figured that you'd be studying zebras. You know what I want to study. I want to study Munna and Musharna – I wonder why Musharna pack stuff into their dream smoke."

"That sounds interesting – my dad has a Munna. I'm sure if I ask politely, I bet he'd let you borrow it."

"Really? I'd love to borrow it!" she nodded. "I'm going to get several, so I can have… darn, I forgot what it's called."

"Me too… but I know what you mean. That's a good idea. Some of them might have different dreams than others," I nodded. I looked through some of my stuff and found a pair of binoculars. "Here they are. They are eight by fifty-five. They probably have the best magnification, without having to use a tripod."

"Yes… I used to have a pair that powerful. They're nice." I nodded and we both walked up the steep stairs.

"These stairs are scaring me…," I sighed and nearly collapsed when I made it to the top. I peered out the window. I looked through my binoculars and I could see all of the Blitzle. The one with the bloody neck was doing okay. I was afraid he was going to die, but he was running around. I saw something interesting. "Hey Macy… come tell me if this is a baby or not?"

She nodded and I handed her the binoculars. She looked at me and blinked. "I think it is, René. What are you going to call it?"

"I counted nineteen in the herd. I'm going to call it P15, for now, because I can't tell what its markings are yet. It just looks black to me. Hey, that's something I should write down," I grabbed my notebook. "Foals are born pure black with no markings." She grabbed the notebook again and looked at it. "Hey!" I tried to grab it from her but she did that thing she did when I first met her.

"I like what you've written so far, it's very good. Good job."

"Umm… thank you," I blushed. "Oh! I know what the word is! It's called a control!"

"Thank you René; that has been on my mind all day."

"You're welcome," I smiled.

"It's night time now, the best time to observe them. The new baby is actually running now. He's very spontaneous. I think I'll call him Night. He is very black and I don't know why. I decided to name the deceased female 'Baby', the new alpha female 'Rosy'. The others I have yet to name, so their names will start with 'P', of course. I'm getting ready for bed. I love it out here!" I sighed and stopped writing.