A large, white sign that read ROUTE 116 AHEAD passed by her as she made her way to the destination. The rain had made the air humid, and Moxy slugged down the sidewalk. She had left the southern district, and now skyscrapers surrounded her on all ends, like dominoes waiting to collapse on her. Sylveon became too tired to finish the journey, so Moxy withdrew her. She couldn't blame her pokemon; she hadn't brought her to a pokemon center ever since her fight with Janice. Moxy's black jacket was folded in her arms, and she pulled at the high-collar of her sweaty blouse.

Her eyes were dryer than a scorching desert. She walked the entire way to the gate, crying her heart out. She didn't care if the police found her, but alas, they never came. She thought she would feel better once Charles was out of her life, but it became the complete opposite. Her body was weak. Her mind was in ruins. And there was a hole in her soul that she feared would never be filled again.

Moxy glanced at her watch. It was one in the morning. Through the reflection of the timepiece, her puffy red eyes stared back. She looked away and scouted out for police. From what she could see, there was nobody out at this hour, and the occasional cry of a pokemon sounded somewhere within the winding city. It was strange, and she thought she would be ambushed at any moment. But against her better judgment, Moxy stopped in front of the entryway to the city from Route 116. The twenty-foot, iron gate loomed before her, and a stone wall of the same height traveled in both directions of the gate, fencing the entire city. This was to keep dangerous pokemon from getting through. Upon closer inspection, blue sparks of electricity arced through the gaps in the gate.

Moxy took a step back, wary of being fried to a crisp by the electric grid insulating the gate. There was a control panel on the side of the gate with an ID scanner. If she were to scan her ID now, the gate would open for her. Would have opened for her; since she was a criminal now, it would reject her ID. It was as if the city were a giant Tyrantrum trapping her within its steely jaws.

But Aiden had told her to come here. If she left, he wouldn't find her. Assuming he was coming here.

She couldn't help but feel like she was playing into the proverbial hand. Like any second the shadows would lash out at her and leave her for dead.

Moxy opened her backpack, stuffing her jacket inside and trading it for Sylveon's pokeball. Her heart was beating rapidly, and she wanted to be ready just in case.

Before she could let her pokemon out, the beat of a light footstep in an alley to her right made her spin around. She pointed Sylveon's ball towards the figure hidden in the shadows.

"Easy there, red," the figure said. There was something familiar about its smooth, male voice.

"S-show yourself," Moxy stammered, the pokeball heavy in her fingers.

"It's me, Ryker," He whispered loudly, coming out of the shadow of the alley. She made out his trench coat, blond five' o'clock shadow, and the black aviators resting on top of his blond hair. His small, jolly green eyes were fixed on Moxy.

"Oh, thank Arceus," she exasperated, lowering her arm. Her brow furrowed as she tried to recognize him without glasses glued to his face.

With a grin, he motioned her to follow as he disappeared back into the alleyway. Moxy stumbled after him, and they made their way down the dark alley before reaching a T-intersection. Ryker held his finger up behind him as he peeked from around the corner, pulling out a small, black device. He pressed a button on it, and something created a sparking sound.

"Alright, we're clear," he announced. Moxy walked around the corner and saw a camera above a small, gated door that led out of the city. The hanging lights on the side were deactivated, and none of the electronics near the door were responsive either, including the camera, control panel, and electric grid.

"It's an EMP if you were wonderin'." Ryker smiled while wiggling the device between his index finger and thumb.

"I don't understand. The streets are dead," she said, ignoring his statement. "You're the only cop I've seen since I started walking here. I thought they would have caught me much earlier. Did you do something?"

"Right now Walter's got most of his guys at the south exit. They're thinkin' you're aimin' to escape down by the docks. Only me and another guy are guardin' this exit, and he's takin' a little nap in my car," Ryker chuckled, jerking his thumb behind him.

"Oh," Moxy said before staying silent. Her knuckles turned white as she tightened her grip on the handles of her backpack. Ryker knelt on one knee to get to her level.

"Hey. Don't worry that pretty little head of yours. Aiden's waitin' for you on the other side. You'll be taken good care of, hear. The organizations big and secretive, and they're always welcomin' newcomers. This'll probably be the last time I see you for a while, so if you come back to Rustboro, give me a holler. I'll be here for you."

"Who are you guys, really?" Moxy asked, trying to get the truth out of the police officer.

"Nah-ah-ah. I'll let Aiden answer that when you find him. Take care of yourself, alright?"

As Moxy stared at the gate, she recalled all the things she would be leaving behind. Her dreams of becoming Champion, the thrill of a journey, and Charles. She was unsure whether she was making the right choice for her future.

Ryker gently pushed her. "C'mon. Enough stallin'. This EMP doesn't last forever,"

I'm sorry, Charles, she thought as she walked up to the gate, unfastening the latch to open it.

"Oh, almost forgot," Ryker spoke up suddenly, taking the aviators off his forehead. "I'm gonna need you to punch me in the face as hard as you can."

Moxy spun around, "You want me to do what?"

Ryker scratched his head. "Yeah, it's a weird request. But I'm plannin' on tellin' Walter you caught me and my partner off guard before disabling the cameras."

Despite her trauma, a wide grin spread onto Moxy's face. "Okaaay, but I'm warning you, I've got a mean right jab."

Ryker laughed loudly. "Let's be serious now, you couldn't hurt a- OOF," he was cut short as Moxy socked him across his left side of his face. When he looked back at her, his nose was bleeding, and he rubbed his bruised eye in pain.

"That felt good!" she giggled, putting a hand on her hip. "You were saying something?"

"Jeez that stings," Ryker whined as he coddled his nose.

"Well, you were asking for it."

"Bah. Now go. Catch you on the flip side." Ryker stood up and flashed her a toothy grin before walking back out the way they came in.

Moxy was quick to open and run through the door. As soon as she was out, the hum of electricity jump started the cameras and lights, as well as a blue flickering around the door that signified its electric grid was back online. Directly in front of her was a wall of spruce trees, and Moxy was not keen on walking through them.

Nonetheless, Moxy pushed her way through the forest, getting whacked by the occasional branch and watching for the Nincada whose chirps echoed throughout the darkness. Her shoes squished in the wet dirt, and the musk of sodden leaves filled her nostrils. After a minute, she could see a moonlit, dirt road through the overgrown thicket.

She burst out of the woodlands and ran into the middle of the road, scanning the area for Aiden. Just off to the right side of the road, there was a parked, night-black Humvee. Its lights were off.

Moxy got behind the truck, peering through the rear window to see if there were any black-haired men in the driver's seat. She walked up to the passenger side of the vehicle. No one was inside.

"Boo!" a sudden, cheery voice breathed on the nape of her neck.

"AHH!" Moxy yelped, spinning around to find Aiden behind her, a little too close for comfort. He giggled like a Pidove while walking around the hood of the car.

"I. Hate. You," Moxy grumbled, entering the humvee as unceremoniously as possible. Aiden entered at the same time, and with a turn of a key, the headlights flared to life. The wheels churned in the sand before the truck drove down the road. Moxy got comfortable in her seat, and Aiden turned up the air conditioner.

"Aren't you looking alive and well," Aiden started as he assessed her condition. Moxy's blouse was uncomfortably damp, and there were a couple of leaves sticking out from her frayed, scarlet hair.

"Just alive. Not well," Moxy growled. Aiden chuckled nervously, and Moxy shot him a silent glare.

"I hope this is worth it…" she mumbled loud enough for Aiden to hear as she crossed her arms and sunk into her seat.

"I promise," Aiden assured, an intense look on his elfish face, "Just being inside this car means you already trust me."

"Not like I had much of a choice. I'm sure you heard what happened."

"It's hard to ignore something on the front page of the news,"

"I'm still confused about this. I spoke with the police earlier today, and I was ruled out as a potential suspect. The footprints, my motive. There was no evidence. I even have an alibi for where I was, but," she cut herself off, sighing, "It wouldn't even matter. What would I have even said? That I didn't steal the ruby because I was breaking into a different place?"

"Do you have any idea who framed you?" Aiden asked, focusing on the road.

Moxy tightened her fist. "I do. Walter,"

Aiden smirked. "That's a little out there, don't you think?"

"No. You know I was at his mansion before I went to see you. We were arguing. He knew Charles wanted to go with me on a journey,"

Moxy turned her body so she was facing Aiden. "I mean, think about it. The police got the ruby back, so he didn't lose anything. I've seen Elliot battle a Gallade in the mansion gardens, too. Those are the means. And he loves his son so much that he didn't want him to leave with me, so there is a motive. I would bet all my money that if I had to measure Walter's feet, they would probably be size thirteen."

Moxy continued with her theorizing, "His only evidence was that the gemstone was found in a dumpster near the school and that I was running from the scene of the crime. Because the evidence doesn't add up, people might think I'm an accomplice for the real thief, but-"

"Moxy," Aiden interrupted her. "The only thing you'll get from all this conjecture is a headache. It's already giving me one."

"I'm... sorry. I just have a lot on my chest."

"All that walking probably made you tired. Relax. We'll be at the destination soon."

"Where are we going, anyway?" Moxy asked, picking herself up from her seat to get a better view outside.

"Not too far. We have a hideout a few miles from Rustboro."

"That close? Aren't you afraid of the police finding it?"

"It's hidden inside the forest. Besides, that's just a staging area. The real headquarters is much more secluded."

"Ah, you don't trust me enough to see the big base, is that it?" Moxy joked. Aiden chuckled before continuing.

"It's not like that. We have a certain order of doing things. There's a chain of command, and certain ranks are granted specific knowledge and information."

"I'm guessing you aren't going to tell me what kind of organization you are a part of either."

Aiden glanced at her, a sheepish look on his face. "What do you think our organization is like?"

"You're obviously part of some sort of criminal enterprise. I'm not stupid. Ryker told me you guys chose me because of my unique skills. You and he are recruiters for people who are easy to take advantage of. People like me," Moxy answered, unfazed about the way she labeled herself.

"Harsh when you put it that way. Sure, I might have pushed some of your buttons, but can you honestly tell me you were better off? Once you turned eighteen, you would be alone. You've also been profiled into the police database, so what kind of job would you have been able to get? The system was against you from the start."

"That isn't entirely true. I had someone who cared about me. We would have taken care of each other."

"You can still leave if you'd like." Aiden raised a brow. "Although things would become considerably more difficult for you now that you're wanted by the police."

"I'm not going anywhere. This is my best option. For now." she finished. Aiden just nodded silently and continued driving. Moxy opened her backpack, pulling out her silver necklace and wrapping it around her neck. She needed something to soothe herself from this trying time besides her pokemon.

Her legs ached, and it was the first time since her afternoon with Charles where she wasn't at the mercy of her emotions. As she rested her head on the cold window, she stared deep into the dark forest, watching the trees whiz past her. It had a hypnotic effect on her, and the past twelve or so hours finally took their toll on her as she fell asleep.

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The moon was high in the sky, its brilliant splendor shining upon the sleeping city of Rustboro. The summer trees shuffled against the cold, windy night, and lamppost stood in line along the edge of the stone, brick-patterned sidewalk.

Suddenly, a slender figure ran across the sidewalk. The figure made a swift turn into a dark alleyway before hiding around the corner. Bright lights grew in the street, and the ground rumbled as a car drove past the figure. The figure was clad in black, wearing sweatpants, sneakers, a jacket, gloves, and a baseball cap. The figure let out a visible puff of air and took off its hat, revealing the person underneath.

Moxy's red hair was tied into a bun as she continued through the alleyway, hands in her pockets. She constantly turned around, wariness brewing behind her big, green eyes. Her heart pumped with adrenaline, and the cold, night air numbed her nose. The sound of shuffling cans and jars from a nearby dumpster made it to her ears. She had to stifle her yelp as two Zigzagoon scuttled out of the dumpster and disappeared into the streets.

A couple of turns through the winding alleys, and soon Moxy found herself on the sidewalk again. She put the black cap back on, not wanting anyone to recognize her. She finally found what she was looking for on the other side of the street. The lights of Rustboro's Antiquities were shut off. She ran towards the store, making sure to stay in the street camera's blind spot.

Moxy cased the store earlier that day, and she found out there were some problems with the store's camera equipment that management still hadn't fixed. There isn't much crime in Rustboro, so everyone was pretty laid back when it came to security. A mistake they would realize too late.

She peered through the dark window of the store, and after assessing that nobody was around, she pulled out two bobby pins from her pocket. Without a moment to waste, she crouched in front of the doorknob to the front door and inserted her pins into the lock. Her ear was held up close to the door. One click. Then two more. Thirty seconds passed and Moxy glanced to her left. Fourth click. Another glance to the right.

Click. There was no pressure from the lock when she twisted the top bobby pin. To her delight, the old door creaked open. Moxy slipped inside, making sure to close the door behind her.

A flashlight clicked in her hands as she perused the collection of antiquities, the gleam of greed in her eyes. There was a large, totem-like souvenir that resembled a Gengar where the cash register was. Its large teeth smiled wickedly, and its red, crystal eyes seemed to peer into her soul.

Pass, she thought. Near the back of the store, she noticed a large, crystalline stone that sparkled like the ocean at night. A water stone. Unfortunately, it was quite large, and she couldn't think of a place secure enough to hide it without her headmistress noticing. She needed something that would fit inside her pocket.

Moxy jumped over the counter. There was a door that went into a back room. Moxy turned her flashlight off and carefully twisted the handle, unsure who or what was behind the door.

The room was dark. And deathly silent. Not even a breath could be heard. Moxy turned her flashlight back on and scanned the room. There were more antiques in the back, all too large or too ugly. On a table at the back sat a cluster of gold rings and necklaces. Moxy ignored them. They were too showy.

Soon, her gaze fell upon a small, iron safe in the corner. A sticky note was stuck on the front.

DO NOT OPEN it read. The sticky note looked old, like a sudden shift in the wind would cause it to peel off. Curiosity kicked in, and with the flashlight between her teeth, Moxy went to work on the cold, sturdy lock. After about 30 seconds, the lock clicked. The safe door creaked open, and Moxy pointed her flashlight inside.

Trapped inside was but a single silver necklace. The adornment was a plain, decorated silver ball that glistened brightly under her flashlight. For some odd reason, Moxy couldn't turn her gaze from it, and it interested her and terrified her at the same time.

She pulled the necklace out gingerly, the silver cold in the palm of her hand.

Perfect, she thought, smiling as she shoved the necklace into her pocket. She looked around the room, but nothing else caught her eye. Sure, she could just take more. However, she didn't know anyone who would fence the stolen items for her. And there was no way she was keeping it all inside her drawer at home. Better to have something she would enjoy rather than cold, hard cash.

Sure would be nice to have a fence, though. Or anyone, for that matter, she thought. Out of all the people Moxy knew, only Sylveon knew she was a thief, and the pokemon constantly scolded her for it. However, Moxy made sure to leave her pokemon out of her nefarious deeds, lest she ends up like her in some way or another.

The girl locked the safe again and hurried out of the store, making sure to leave everything the way she found it. As she headed outside, the sound of a distant siren blared in the silent night. Her eyes widened. The police couldn't know she was there.

In a moment of sudden desperation, she ran. Straight across the street and towards the orphanage. She had to keep her cap from flying off her head as she zipped around a corner, bewilderingly scanning for the blue and red lights.

About ten minutes later, the gloomy exterior of the orphanage was in her sights. The street was so lifeless that if she were lying on the ground bleeding, not a soul would hear her cries. Fortunately for her, the window to her room was around the side of the building and away from prying eyes. However, her headmistresses' room was also around the side, and that was where the fire escape led to. Moxy crept around the house and into the alleyway as quietly as she could, as to not alert Ms. Pennington in any way. There was a dumpster below the high ladder of the steel fire escape. Moxy took off her sneakers and hid them behind the dumpster, then as quietly as she could, climbed onto the dumpster. She then leaped up, barely making the ladder. She weighed nothing, so the steel fire escape made little to no noise as she climbed it.

As soon as her socked feet touched the second level of the fire escape, she peered into Ms. Pennington's room from around the side of the window. The curtains were closed, but there were no lights on. It was just the way Moxy hoped it would be. Her room was two windows away, and the girl continued up to the roof of the building.

When she reached the top, Moxy looked out into the city. Rustboro, the heart of an everlasting industry. Of all the three-story or so complexes in her sightlines, the skyscraper that was Devon stood out amongst them. Murkrow darted through the night sky, their watchful eyes observing Moxy's every move, or so she thought.

There was a dirty, white cloth tied to a pole right above her window. Thank Arceus Penny never checks the roof, Moxy thought, grasping the cloth and pulling it a couple of times to make sure it was secure. She hoisted herself over the side and grappled down. She barely made the sill as she reached the open window. With all her might, she swung into her room, sliding inside and landing on her bed with a soft thud. Moxy closed the window silently before letting out a sigh of relief.

She tiptoed to her red dresser, opening the top drawer full of clothing. She pulled the silver necklace from her pocket and examined it. It was a simple, unadorned necklace that wasn't even gold, but still, it enthralled her in a way she'd never experienced before.

She couldn't quite grasp the feeling or the reason why, but she decided the answer would come to her someday. Whether that be tomorrow or a year later, she didn't care as she hid the necklace deep within the reaches of her drawer. After closing it silently, she lay in her bed, staring up into the dazzling moon.

Slowly and suddenly, the moon seemed to brighten more and more, until it became as bright as the sun.

Moxy's vision slowly began to darken, but it wasn't from sleep. Suddenly, she began to sink. Through her bed, and into the ground. She kept falling, everything around her complete darkness. She tried to flail her arms, but they were limp.

Laughter filled the void around her, ringing her ears. It was high-pitched, like that of a child, maybe female.

What's happening?'Moxy thought, her head throbbing in pain. A grating, disembodied voice replied, every word sending a chill down her spine.

"I need more."

Moxy's heart pounded rapidly, "More? More what?" she spoke out, surprised to hear her own voice.

"More of your despair," as it finished, she heard a loud plunge and afterward, fizzling. The darkness turned into a haze of deep blue, and bubbles danced around her. She realized she was sinking into the dark abyss of a bottomless ocean.

She was afraid to talk. Or breathe, for that matter, as opening her mouth would cause a torrent of water to enter her body.

It must be a pokemon using Nightmare, she thought, But how is it speaking to me?

"Observant. But knowing won't save you."

Moxy pinched herself, metaphorically. He, or she, was right. The only way out of a Nightmare was to either defeat the pokemon inflicting it, or to wake up naturally. She would be in there for a while.

Why me? I only dream about my regrets. S-Surely there must be other people with better dreams than mine! she questioned, still sinking. The pressure of the ocean began to crush her body, despite it being an illusion.

"Because we're connected now. I can feel your anguish. The crucible you went through. This will do."

Suddenly, Moxy could no longer hold her breath. She tried to climb up to the dark surface, but she was still paralyzed. The voice of the mysterious pokemon spoke, but this time it echoed in Moxy's mind.

"It seems our time has come to an end, but I'm sure we'll meet again."

Then she inhaled. The water flooded into her, and she started to choke. There was nothing she could do as she descended into a watery doom. Her eyeballs wanted to pop from her skull, and her vision darkened. Only her internal cries for help were the final thing keeping her awake before she lost all consciousness…

"Moxy wake up!"

The girl opened her eyes, reeling forward from her seat in the car as she gasped for air. She was shivering, and her lungs struggled to take in air. Aiden had his hand on her left shoulder, a concerned look on his face.

"Are you okay?!" Aiden asked. Moxy frantically searched her surroundings, trying to locate the source of her recent torment.

"Where is it?!" she exclaimed.

"Woah, calm down. Where's what?"

"The pokemon! Most likely a psychic or ghost type. Tell me!" she yelled hysterically, trying to unbuckle her seatbelt.

Aiden grabbed her arm before she could do anything. "Hey, calm down! You were screaming in your sleep. Were you having a nightmare?"

Moxy took a couple of deep breaths, thanking Arceus for air. "Yes, but it was a pokemon causing it. They would have needed to stay near me to keep the Nightmare going."

"Stay here," he ordered her as he exited the car. They were parked on the side of the road, still surrounded by two lines of thick trees. Bug pokemon chirped in the silent night.

A minute later the driver door opened and Aiden sat down. "Whatever was attacking you is probably long gone by now. Are you sure it wasn't just a bad dream?"

"I know what I felt. It even spoke to me."

"It spoke to you? What did it say?" Aiden asked, tilting his head in confusion.

"That it would happen again." Moxy shuddered at the thought. She peeked at her watch. She was only asleep for about twenty minutes.

"We're almost there. The hideout is surrounded by dark aura to negate ghost and psychic types. Just hang on," Aiden reassured before shifting the car into drive. Moxy sat back, still traumatized by the dream, as well as terrified of when the next would happen.

Moxy checked her watch again. It was about two-thirty in the morning. The car was parked deep in the forest, but still a bit far from their actual destination.

The two hiked it towards the hideout. Moxy was trying hard to stay awake despite the fact she'd been up for almost twenty-four hours.

Aiden explained to her the things she would need to do before she entered. First, she had to take off any metal, jewelry, and electronics before going through the entrance. There was a special metal detector that scanned for just about everything, half of which Moxy didn't even know existed.

Secondly, she would have to keep her pokemon inside an electromagnetic capsule. All pokemon are tagged with a chip to make sure other trainers can't catch them, as well as record them in the database. Since it can also be tracked in case the pokemon goes missing, Aiden said they will have to replace the chip as soon as possible. Even if she didn't join them, it would be a good idea since she is wanted.

Finally, Moxy wasn't allowed to explore the base without a high-ranking member until she was initiated.

"Initiated? This is starting to sound like some sort of cult."

"As funny as it sounds, you need to take this seriously. If you roam around the base without being initiated, the pokemon guarding the base will attack you on sight," he droned on as if he had explained this before, "Do you understand?"

Aiden had stopped, and he waited for a reply. Moxy tilted her head, a little confused.

"I know you don't like rules and regulations. It's in your blood, I can tell. But it's especially important to follow them when any deviation can lead to an injury, or worse. I've had to deal with the aftermath of initiates deciding they were above the rules, only for it to backfire on them. Horribly."

"Horribly? What happened?" she sounded more curious than morbid.

"I need you to tell me you understand what I'm telling you," he stressed. Like before, he sounded genuine and concerned for her.

"I understand."

Aiden gazed at her for a few seconds before accepting her reply and continuing forward.

"Good, then I suppose it's time for you to see what we're all about," Aiden said, pushing over some leaves to reveal an open clearing. It was shaped in a half-circle, and the side of a large mountain stood at the end of the clearing. The two made their way over to the mountain wall, and Aiden placed his hand on a part of it. The ground shook, and a portion of the mountain began to slide open, revealing a cave.

"Woah. That's pretty cool," Moxy marveled. Aiden smirked in response.

"Welcome to Team Magma."

The sun cracked above the horizon. Two police cruisers and an ambulance were parked in front of the brick orphanage, whose door was covered with yellow, police tape. Inside, the orphanage was torn apart by the police, and a white clock's small hand was pointed to seven. Mike and Ryker, who were standing near the door, moved aside to allow two medics to haul Ms. Pennington's body outside on a cot. Another officer held a Manectric on a leash, and the electric-yellow dog sniffed around the living room looking for evidence.

Upstairs, sunlight crept into Moxy's messy bedroom. Walter Lockwood sat on the disheveled bed, his eyes bagged and heavy. He wore a black trench coat under his suit like the officers downstairs, and a small device was held close to his mouth. Standing beside the room's broken door was a red and black, bipedal pokemon. Ivory, crescent blades protruded from its body as if its rib cage was inside out, and its expression was unreadable under its worn-out, double ax-like helmet. It stood as still as a statue, and the metal blades unsheathed from its gloves looked like they'd seen a thousand wars.

Walter pressed his thumb against the side of the device, and it beeped.

"The day is May the third. The… criminal is still in the wind, and their room carried no evidence as to their current whereabouts. However, they were apparently seen battling another pokemon trainer outside the warranted safe zones and under no supervision. A follow-up interrogation could yield more information. As for when they were last seen, they assaulted two officers at the Route 116 gate, only knocking them unconscious. They disabled the gate and cameras, allowing them to escape undetected. The chip embedded in their pokemon pinged a little ways from the gate but has since then turned unresponsive, so our system cannot track them. After speaking with their guardian, it's been concluded they are deluded, and their pokemon are extremely dangerous. Thus, they should be treated with extreme force. End recording," he said, taking his thumb off the recorder. Walter sighed as he slumped his head.

Just then, Charles appeared at the foot of the door. The Bisharp sensed him and pivoted on its war-boot-like foot, impeding Charles' entry. It met the boy's angry expression with an idle but intimidating glare, and Charles' heart swam up into his throat.

Walter narrowed his eyes at his son. "I thought I told you to wait in the car," he said sternly.

"I can't believe you would say that! She isn't dangerous, she's just scared!" Charles defended, peering at his father around the Bisharp.

"Go back to the car," Walter ordered.

"She didn't steal that ruby! She's being framed, and you're allowing it! You need to save her, not hunt her!" Charles insisted.

"Don't let your feelings for her cloud your mind. I've taught you better. Now go back to the car, or I'll make you."

Charles tried to retort, but the Bisharp took a step towards Charles. Its dark glare bore into him as it stood there, just waiting for a fight. After a second, the boy huffed before storming down the hallway.

I swear I'll make it right. I'll prove your innocence, no matter what. Just hang in there.

End of Episode 1