The krokorok, Brute, hadn't warmed up to me one bit. He was vicious; he killed every pokémon he saw despite my protest against it. When I did try to tell him off for it, he snarled and pointed at one of his victims, as if he was saying 'This'll be you next.'

I had my weapon drawn at all times; I wouldn't be caught off guard by an ambush. Brute had keen senses however; he was even able to smell his prey even if they were under the ground or up in the trees. This ability was useful, as he would display warning signs if someone tried to surprise us with an attack. He was able to bore his way through the soil faster than I could walk. He would sneak up on animals from underground, and pop out astonishingly to decapitate a pokémon with his sharp teeth.

"Brute, maneuver around that beedrill hive, we don't want trouble from them." He did the complete opposite; he swallowed a beedrill whole, which alerted the rest of the hive.

I shot one of the beedrill as it attempted to fly towards me, the bullet made my ears ring and my hands shook from the recoil. Brute flinched at the sudden sound. I shot another one as it attempted to sting Brute; he was especially weak to the insect type. Instead of wasting my ammo trying to kill dozens of angry beedrills, I simply hauled ass in the other direction. I weaved through trees and jumped over fallen logs. I turned around every so often and shot a warning off, but to no avail.

"GODDAMNIT, I TOLD YOU TO SNEAK AROUND IT!" I yelled to the stubborn pokémon, he snorted and flashed his fangs. "I'm not the one who needs to be scared away!" I retorted. Eventually the bee's stopped chasing us and turned back around. Why did it have to be so difficult this time around?

We kept running for a while longer, I wanted to be 100% sure we lost them. My pokémon stopped and plopped down on the grass, he curled into a ball under a beam of sunlight sparkling through the towering oaks. "Get up Brute; it's the middle of the day. We need to get moving, it's a lot easier to be attacked if we stand still." I sighed; I sat down beside him, leaning my elbow on his rough hide. He growled and kicked me away; he was irritated by my presence.

"Listen Brute, I know you aren't used to affection. I understand you were just a junkyard guard pokémon. But I want to like you, which is pretty hard to do if you keep on pushing me away." I tried to get through to him, he glared at me in return.

"I had a pokémon before you who acted pretty assholish, but he didn't really have a reason to be that way. I know there is no use in trying to make a cold blooded reptile turn into a purring little angel. All I want to do is show you that I care about you, if Guiro survived this long with you who is to say I can't." I smiled at him, he stayed silent.

"Alright then, but I can tell you'll warm up to me eventually. In the meantime, I want you to get comfortable. You're probably already accustomed to being left outside alone." The krokorok rolled over and got up to his feet. He slammed his tail on the ground and growled at something in the wilderness. He stalked off into the overgrowth.

I stretched my arms out and yawned. Might as well relax, I thought. I couldn't move forward through Ilex without Brute, not only was he my protection, he was also a gift and I couldn't just lose a gift. I also was aware that if I pursued after him, he would likely have attacked me. I was beginning to think that the only reason he wasn't killing me was because Guy ordered him not, otherwise I'd be torn apart.

Before I dozed off, I decided I wanted to do something more productive, instead of sleeping in the middle of the afternoon. I pulled off my backpack and unzipped the main compartment. A pair of black cargo pants sat on top and some socks were neatly folded over those. Several other clothing items were in the bag, and I sifted through them all. Smiling to myself; I held in my hands a thick booklet with about 700 or so pages, each containing data about every pokémon, sorted by egg group.

I closed my bag and sat it down behind me, using it as a makeshift pillow as I reclined into a more comfortable position. I skimmed through the book; reading bits of information about a few pokémon I hadn't heard of. There was something called a beeheyem, a powerful psychic type native to Unova. Apparently they were capable of interstellar travel, and had the odd ability that allowed them to become much more powerful if they were slower than their opponent. Weird, I thought. I only really knew pokémon from Johto and Kanto, I was barely aware of what types of creatures were from Unova, Sinnoh and Kalos. I knew a few things about Hoenn, like how they had a huge abundance of fire types from the region due to the large volcanoes and island landscape.

I went to the page detailing krokorok; it told me lots of information about his species, techniques, training methods, strategies, etc. Apparently it took around 4 to 5 years for his species to complete its evolution into krookodile; a formidable ground pokémon capable of small scale earthquakes, which could be very handy in the long run if used correctly. He would grow to be 6 feet tall on his hind legs, and 2000 pounds when he completed his transformation into a krookodile. His species was very diverse, fighting moves, ground, and multiple dark natured skills made up his wide variety of abilities. With intense training and tutoring, he could even gain dragon techniques. Krokorok were generally outright attackers, with very few strategic talents at their disposals. However, there were a few proficient and successful trainers whom utilized a defensive krookodile or krokorok in battle.

Krokorok had some of the most powerful jaw strengths of any pokémon known to exist; he was competent enough in this field that he could bite through steel like a cracker. They had 4 inch long claws that could tear the flesh of their prey with ease. You were required to have at least 4 gym badges to own such a dangerous creature, meaning that if he evolved too soon, I would be working under the law.

I stopped for a moment. Why was I all of a sudden thinking about pokemon so much? I swore that I would never hurt another pokémon by training them again, but I switched my attitude towards the profession faster than a whip. I wasn't committed to quitting training; I just took a brief break from it. If Guion hadn't of given me the opportunity to continue, would I have just found another pokémon and done it anyway? Maybe the only reason I didn't stop was because I was offered another pokémon against my will. That gave me something to think about for awhile.

I heard a roar deep in the woods which interrupted my thought process. I shot up immediately, looking around at my surroundings. I heard a loud crash that sounded like a tree falling down, it came from my left. I briefly wondered if I should've just fled to my right, away from danger, as my mind was telling me to do. I refused to do what my instincts were urging me to do. I rushed towards the sound, it got louder and louder the nearer I got, the sound of blood curdling screams were audible from that distance, so was the sounds of bones shattering.

I swerved through the trees, ducking low branches and avoiding victreebell traps along the way. I never ran that much in one day in my entire life. My chest ached and my legs were burning, whatever was up ahead better have been ready for the out-of-breath teenager heading their way.

I slowed down, staring at a clearing in the forest. It was beautiful, tall grass was everywhere, making the landscape a luscious refreshing green. I looked around, my eyes focused on a familiar sandy reptilian creature I had known for all of a day. He was demolishing a group of pokémon who piled on top of him, attempting to bring him down. A fallen tree laid behind him, a hypno corpse was under the tree, crushed to death by its enormous weight. That's what that sound was, I thought.

A faction of men dressed in all black with a bright red 'R' slapped on their chests, were yelling commands to the pokémon. A raticate launched itself towards Brutes hind leg. He winced at the sudden pain, leaving an opening for him to get flooded by a cloud of poisonous gases delivered by a koffing. He was being quickly overwhelmed by the horde of pokemon.

I aimed my pistol at one of the men's heads, and blew their brains out onto the guy next to him. They turned to me as I dived into the grass, hiding my whereabouts from them all. They gave orders to some of their pokémon to search for me. I would be found soon by one of the raticates advanced senses of smell. I took my chances and a deep breath. I slowly raised myself from the grass. I was on their blind side, perfect, I thought.

I rushed forward and before the guy could turn around to face me, I already had stabbed him in the throat with my knife. Blood squirted everywhere; he let out one last scream and fell to the ground. The others were alerted once again by my presence, and their pokémon turned their attention towards me. About 10 pokémon rushed me at once, the first one that got close got a bullet in the hip, I was aiming at his chest, but he moved too quickly for my mediocre level aiming skills.

I stomped on a rattata, shattering its spine. The Rockets decided it was time to get serious, and they all ran at me too. One of them got a stab right in the chest, piercing one of his lungs. Another got me in a hold, while his partner took that as an opportunity to punch me in the stomach. I gasped for air, although not as much as the guy with the pierced lung did. I silently giggled to myself, staring at the convulsing man on the ground.

"You think it's funny? To kill someone over a pokémon?" Was he serious? Of course I would be mad at someone trying to steal from me. Fucking idiot.

"I'll…make up for it by giving you the knife so you can do it yourself." I laughed and got punched in the jaw, my vision blurred and I forced myself to stay awake. Brute was on the ground with his mouth wide open, knocked out but not dead.

"Alright, I see you got jokes, huh kid? Well we got real good senses of humor." He imitated laughing, and scratched his elbow. The man was obviously a junkie, he looked like he was shivering and his pupils were dilated. His breath smelled like hot ass.

"Oh okay, so that guy over there must be dying of laughter then." I nodded towards the choking man on the ground, holding his chest and coughing blood. I earned yet another punch in the face.

"Wow, the only thing you should be hitting is the gym with those weak ass blows." I laughed, blood trickled down my lip. I could feel it swelling up.

He pulled out a pistol, and pressed the metal to my skull. "Let's see if you've got a witty retort for this one." I felt a hard object slam into the side of my head, it wasn't a bullet, but it felt like a brick. The last thing I saw was the ground. My vision faded, until it turned black.

I just re-wrote chapters 1 and 4, they are a lot better than the originals. Other than that, please review/favorite and follow this story if you want to see more.