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Miya stared at the door and wondered if he was really in there. She felt stupid for thinking and postponing this mission. Usually, she didn't care for other people. She only cared about herself, really. However, she wanted to complete the mission her brother failed to do along with Kobe and Grace. She knew that she wouldn't be doing this without knowing that her brother actually attempted this. She wished that he had contacted her. She would have helped Ry in a heartbeat. He was the only one that she loved and actually trusted. She shook her head to concentrate on this mission. Dwelling about what why should have done was a waste of her time. "Houndoom, famethrower." She said. Houndoom did exactly as she said and the metal became hot and began melting. A hole was formed and she peaked inside. However, Cyrus wasn't in there! Nothing was in there. "Fuck." She cursed to herself.

"Looking for me?" Said an evil voice from behind her. She turned around slowly and saw Cyrus standing right behind her with his own Houndoom next to him. The two Houndoom growled at each other after Cyrus grabbed Miya's arms and held them tightly behind her back with his other arm around her neck. She was struggling to breathe, but managed to get some oxygen into her lungs. The other Houndoom was much more vicious than hers. It was at a much higher level and began sinking its teeth into her Houndoom's flesh. Miya was becoming extremely angry. She began to fight to get free, but Cyrus only held her tighter. She couldn't bear to watch her Houndoom being ripped and torn at anymore. His blood was soaking the carpet and he tried to limp away while licking his wounds, but that other Houndoom was just too insane.

"Let me go!" She screamed.

"Miya, Miya, Miya. Why would I let you go? You know, some other kid got in here." He said, dragging her away. Despite her Mightyena being hurt, she figured it would be all right and help out Houndoom. She rolled the Pokeball onto the floor and Mightyena came out, knowing exactly what to do. Her Mightyena had a much more vicious nature and could take a few hits, and wasn't afraid to be hit. He was an abused Poochyena until Miya took him in.

"Where are you taking me?" She yelled.

"Just into the closet to show you something." He said and opened a closet door. He turned the light on. Miya wanted to puke when she noticed that her brother was rotting away in there. "This will happen to you." So, Ry was dead. She would be sick later. She had to defeat Cyrus. Somehow, she broke out of his grip.

"Tyranitar, go!" She yelled and her Tyranitar appeared out of the Pokeball. She smirked as she saw the fear on Cyrus' face. She returned her other beaten up Pokemon and had her Tyranitar attack the Houndoom which fainted with one attack. "I think you should give up." She said. However, he didn't and a huge Pokemon battle broke out. He sent out his Honchcrow and his Crobat. They flew around the room, confusing Tyranitar. She told her to keep using Hyper Beam. This created a small explosion and the ceiling was blown off. It had begun to rain, and Tyranitar hated the rain. She knew this was bad. However, her Tyranitar still battled these two fighting Pokemon despite the fact that she had a major disadvantage because she was unable to fly. Miya was getting frustrated because she saw that Cyrus was trying to sneak out of the building. "End this now, Tyranitar! Just give me your strongest Hyper Beam you've got and spin around as fast as you can to hit both of those flying Pokemon!" Tyranitar did just that, and his two powerful Pokemon were defeated. However, Tyranitar used the last bit of her energy and fainted. She returned her, and ran after Cyrus, tackling him onto the cold, wet ground.

Miya knew this was her chance, to end this. She whipped out her pocket knife and held it to his neck. Cyrus felt the cold knife resting against his throat. "I knew this day would come." He whispered.

"Of course it would." Miya said.

"I just knew it would be you in the end, defeating me, Miya."

"Why's that?" She asked.

"Because you're the only person who could kill without feeling anything. That kid, Ry, on the other hand couldn't do it. He was a coward. You are like me, not afraid to kill to benefit yourself."

"Killing you won't just benefit me, that's why I'm nothing like you."

"You aren't fazed by my random babbling, either. Impressive. And I never knew that the famous Miya had magenta hair and innocent blue eyes." Miya hadn't noticed that her hood had fallen off completely. She didn't even feel it slipping off of her head like she normally would. "You're just a young girl, Miya. If you kill me, you'll have to finish the rest of your life as a murderer. And I know that you were never a fan of murder."

"But I never tried to stop it either. Sure, murder is bad. But it isn't if you're murdering someone with a purpose so mass amounts of people won't get murdered. What's worse? One person dead or millions?" Miya said and pressed the knife to his neck so it began dripping blood onto the knife.

"End my reign, Miya. End it. I want it to end." Cyrus said.

"Why do you want it to end?"

"I've done many bad things and this is by far the worse."

"How come you're admitting this now? How come you suddenly care about someone other than yourself?"

"I don't know. Really, I wanted to lure the Master here but he never came."

"Why do you want the Master here?"

"We have a history. Short and brief, but he was the one to foil my greatest plot."

"Whatever." Miya said.

"But if I go, you're coming with me." Cyrus said and pointed a knife to her chest. Miya used her other hand to stop it from piercing her chest. This guy was literally insane. He had to be. No one could go from murderer to regretting everything then right back to murder. Miya was able to push the fear of getting stabbed and sliced open Cyrus' throat. She grinned at him as his eyes fluttered shut from loss of blood and no oxygen. She let go of the blade that he had started putting into her hand and put it on the floor. She wiped the blood off of her hand onto his clothes.

Realization hit her. It's over. Cyrus' raid and everything was finally over. Members of Team Galactic came in to see what the explosion and everything was. "What happened in here?" One man said.

"I killed him." Miya said as she stood up, holding the blade, and put her hood up over her head. "He's gone. All of this is going to end."

"Finally someone stopped him." One of the men said. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me. Three other teens were here way before I was. They were the ones who destroyed everything besides Cyrus. I just finished the job." Miya explained in a monotonous voice, the one she usually used when being interviewed or talking with other people. "I need you guys to do me a favor."

"Anything." One of them piped up.

"There's a dead body in the labs downstairs. Bring her to Pallet Town. And there's a dead boy in that closet. Bring him to New Bark Town. And if you find another dead boy, I don't know where he's from, but he's from somewhere in Hoenn. Just bring it to Little Root and see if Birch can identify the body. In an hour, I'm blowing this place up." The men nodded, obeying their new leader (or so they thought) and took off to do their jobs.

Miya scoped the floors where that blue haired woman was. Eventually, she was able to find her again. However, she found someone else with her. "Don't touch her." She snapped.

"Don't tell me what to do, little girl." The older man said and carefully placed the woman on the floor. "She's dead by the way, so don't worry about her."

"What are you doing here?" Miya snapped.

"I heard you defeated Cyrus."

"Word travels fast."

"They do if you have the connections I do. Giovanni." He said and put his cane into his left hand and stuck out his right hand for her to shake. She shook it, just to be polite for the old man.

"Miya." She said.

"Ah, you're the famous Miya." He said. "You don't look like her." Again, her hood had fallen off and she didn't seem to notice.

"That's because I dye my hair and wear contacts."

"But you aren't wearing any kind of glasses now."

"That's because I have twenty twenty vision." She explained. "If I were you, I'd get out of here. I'm going to explode this place soon and I don't care who's in here."

"All right. May I follow you? Being an old man like myself, I forgot how to get out of here."

"I guess so." Miya said and began walking side by side with Giovanni.

"You look familiar." He said. "Is your name Jessica?" He asked.

"No it isn't. But it's my mom's name." She said.

"You sure?"

"Of course I am. I just said my name was Miya."

"Okay. But I don't believe that's your real name."

"How would you know?" She asked as she held the door open for him to leave the building.

"You don't look like a Miya to me and Jessica wouldn't name her daughter that." Giovanni said as he observed her appearance. "But you look just like her. You know where those blue eyes came from your family?"

"No I don't." She said as she watched the building collapse in the distance. She returned her Tyranitar who did the job. She was pleased with herself because she knew that this horrible ordeal was finally over. She was even more pleased when she saw people gathering around, thanking her for ending the horrible dictation and evil that spread throughout the regions.

"Well, they came from your grandmother, Miyamoto." He said.

"How do you know that?" She gasped.

"Because you look just like Jessica, you have those eyes, and you like to be called Miya, short for your grandmother's name, am I correct?"

"Yes but no one could possibly know that. My parents don't even know that I'm their daughter ever since I ran away."

"You'd be surprised how easily parents can identify their children." He said and she hadn't realized she had been following him to an old fashioned helicopter. She decided not to ask how he was able to fly here without getting blown to bits. "Come with me into the helicopter." She did as she said because she didn't really care whether he was legitimately old and welcoming or some creepy man looking for eighteen year old girls to score with.

When Miya entered the helicopter, she was shocked to see her parents and a little girl on her father's lap. "Oh, I'm so glad you're safe! Look how much you've grown, I've missed you so so much." Her mother said as she embraced her into a warm hug. Miya hugged her back because she didn't really know what to do. It had been seven or eight years since she had seen her mother. Her father had joined the hug, along with this little girl and the Glaceon who apparently followed her onto the helicopter. Funny, she had completely forgotten about it, but here it was.

"Hey guys." Miya found herself saying. As she stared at them, she felt the whole situation sink in. All of a sudden, she didn't feel tough anymore. She felt weak and horrible because she had killed a man even though he had it coming. She fell to her knees and began crying, something she hadn't done in so long.

"Oh, Miya." Her mother said and went onto the floor and brought her into another motherly hug.

"I killed someone. I'm a murderer. I literally had his blood on my hands. Why? Why did I do it?"

"Because it was the right thing to do, even if it was murder, Miya."

"Why do you keep calling me Miya?" She sniffed. Jessie pushed some of her hair behind her ear so she could look her daughter in the same eyes she saw in the mirror. "You mean, you've known it was me?"

"Of course. Even with the dyed hair and red eyes." She smiled.

"Ry's dead." She said.

"I figured he would be." It was Jessie's turn to cry a bit. "I knew he would after he left."

"Why didn't you stop him?"

"I couldn't."

"You could have tried. This is why I ran away, you guys are the worst parents!"

"Show them respect. Your brother would have gone whether or not your parents let him." Giovanni spoke up.

"We were so weak at the time. He wasn't so he was able to go." Miya listened to her parents and calmed down and counted to ten before she spoke.

"Where's Trevor?"

"He passed away months ago. Turns out, he was sneaking his sister food. This is Hallie." James said, referring to the little girl. "You never met her, but you're her sister."

"Hey Hallie."

"My big sister's a hero!" She cheered.

"Well, I guess I am." Miya decided not to ask how they knew she'd be here. It would probably be another simple answer like the last one, how her parents knew it was her. She wished there would be a not so simple answer, like she had fooled them for a while. But they were never fooled. She realized that her parents weren't that bad after all.

Miya decided to drop by Pallet Town after a couple of months after she decided to return home with her family. She left her Pokemon with them except that pesky Glaceon. However, she was glad that it had found her because she had to confront Gracie's mother who was probably devastated because she probably had her dead daughter delivered to the door. Well, if those stupid Galactic grunts did their job.

She hesitated before knocking on the door. Once she did, she waited a few seconds before someone with orange hair opened the door. She assumed it was Misty, and it was apparent that it was when they introduced themselves. "Well, I heard you'd be coming, Miya. Come in." She said. Miya nodded and followed her through the house and sat on a chair opposite from a younger girl, Emma, and Misty.

"I have something for you, Emma." She said and referred to the Glaceon who she had only met a few times. "This was Gracie's. I figured you should have her." Miya said.

"Thanks." Emma replied.

"I'm assuming the body was delivered?"

"Yes." Misty said. "We had the funeral service about a month ago."

"Same for my brothers." Miya said.

"You know anything about Kobe Walters?" Emma asked.

"Sorry, I don't." Miya said. "I should probably find out where he's from and meet with his parents." Misty and Emma only nodded. Miya handed Misty a seemingly normal watch.

"What's this?" Misty asked.

"Gracie's watch. But it's more than a watch. Press the button on the side." Gracie's voice could be heard on the watch. Misty's eyes teared up as she listened to her daughter's voice that she thought she'd never hear again. Miya was able to sit through the two hour long story Gracie told. "I…" Was the last thing Gracie said. Or so Misty thought when she shut off the watch. "Wait, I discovered more. Just keep listening."

"Sorry, I guess…I passed out…with it on. I can't remember what I was gonna say…" A long pause with a sharp breath being taken in was heard, "But I just want to say that I love you mom and Emma. I really don't know what else to say but that. And don't forget about me even though I wasn't around…" Violent coughing could be heard. "And Ry, if you find me, I love you too. But differently. Like I really love you. I know I'm going to die, but you three are the most important people in my life and I want you to know that, even though I don't show it. Please…just…just promise me I won't be forgotten…" That was the end of the tape. Miya found herself crying again, like she did when she was reunited with her parents.

"Your daughter made it possible for all of that to end."

"Thank you, Miya." Misty said and held her hands in hers.

"Please, call me Aimi." Miya smiled as she felt her heart melting, becoming warmer. She was beginning to feel like a person. She looked out the kitchen window and silently thanked Gracie Ketchum for making everything possible.

I know, horrible ending, but it's the best I could come up with ^_^