Avery's Pokemon

Umbreon

Name: Evangeline, or Eva

Gender: Female

Nature: Rash

Kirlia

Name: Lady

Gender: Female

Nature: Modest

Buneary

Name: Chastity

Gender: Female

Nature: Adamant

Furfrou

Name: N/A

Nature: Hardy

Gender: Male

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Surskit

Name: Sprite

Nature: Quirky

Gender: Female

My eyes slid open. I was still in the hospital, white walls and bright lights surrounded me. There was a woman at my bedside, along with my mother who'd been coming in and out these past few days. The new woman was familiar, and as my sleepy brain-fog faded away and my vision cleared I recognized her. Blue hair, bluer uniform - a real, actual firearm holstered at her hip and an Arcanine at her side, it's dark eyes burning into me with an intimidating intensity. This particular Arcanine was a mean-looking 'mon, huge and muscular, its fur slightly darker than average and its eyes narrower.

This Jenny was a heavily scarred woman, her hair tucked back in a bun, and she had her pencil-skirt clad muscular legs crossed with a notepad splayed across them.

"Avery Higgs," she said without a smile, pale blue eyes unwavering as they stared into me, "My name is Lenora, but you will address me as Officer Jenny or ma'am. Do you know why I'm here, young man?" Her voice was stern, but not quite accusatory.

I had my guard up regardless. There were a million reasons why she could be here, most of them valid considering what I'd been up to lately. I doubted the police would care very much about why I was fucking Pokemon or how that'd ended up happening.

My throat still hurt, but after four long, lonely days in the hospital I was finally able to talk without wanting to burst into tears. Even so I wasn't fully healed and my voice was dry and gravelly as I spoke. Not ready to answer her question without her answering some of mine, I changed the direction of the conversation.

"Where are my Pokemon?"

"Don't worry about that right now. For now, just answer my questions young man."

I started to rise up off the hospital bed in a rage, but my mom put a gentle hand on my arm to stop me. "A-Avery, I think it's best you behave considering the circumstances! You've been missing for days, and you said nothing to me about it!"

I gaped, staring at her in shock. My mother stared back with big wide eyes.

"What did you tell her? Where did she take my Pokemon, mother?" I didn't know what to say to her, how could she let my Pokemon be taken from me? I had a mental flashback to the time I'd asked her to watch over Lady and found her alone and unwatched. Even so, I settled down for now, but I couldn't stand looking at her. Instead, I started glaring at the officer.

The blue-haired woman stared at me for a moment, jotted down something in her little notebook, then sighed. "Mr. Higgs, you're under investigation. We have reason to believe that you have a direct connection to a criminal organization. A very dangerous one."

"I've done nothing wrong," I whispered, "I have nothing to say. I don't know what you're talking about."

The Jenny sneered at me, "Awfully defensive, Mr. Higgs. Will you explain to me then why you were found unconscious and alone in the crashed property of Team Salvation on the outskirts of Hearthome?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I half-lied. The truth was, I didn't even know I'd been "found" at all. Least of all alone. Had Caleb, Marissa, and the others ditched me? I woke up in the hospital after my pokepornstar crush, Red Ebony, tried to rip my damn throat out and the days after that had been an opioid-induced haze. I slept, and when I was awake it was a hazy blur.

I couldn't exactly disclose any information about my situation to a police officer without revealing my presence in Vanessa's mansion which I'm sure had been the source of this investigation in the first place. As far as I saw, her house had steadily burned down. Along with all the monstrous activity inside.

I felt a flash of terror and depression,that I'd been fighting all week, as I remembered what I'd left behind there. My innocence, for one. And of course, Luke. Alone in that basement, with his innocent Pokemon. I doubted they were alive. The truth is, I was scared shitless. I was bed-ridden and felt like shit, the past few weeks of my life had been a nightmare, and I wanted my damn Pokemon. Jenny stared at me accusingly, unwavering, and I hated her for it.

"I didn't do anything, I don't know why I was there," I repeated, firmly, crossing my arms.

Jenny seemed to grow frustrated when she realized I was going to say nothing. "Talk, kid! Marissa Wainwright, recognize that name?"

I was never a super great liar, and lying to an officer was something I knew I wasn't going to get away with so I just avoided her eyes and kept quiet. What exactly was going on here? It seemed like she was fishing for information rather than directly accusing me. Was I not her target?

"She's a criminal and she's on the run. She has something to do with the Pokephile mansion that was burned down four days ago. And so do you. I'm going to find out eventually, so cough it up now and make it easier on both of us."

I crossed my arms, and glared back at her, mute.

The officer kept talking. She dug around in a side-bag and fished out something incredibly familiar. Incredibly damning. A burnt-black Poketch. My poketch. "Every trainer has a physical copy of their ID, and the one installed into their Poketch upon graduation from your school - the Hearthome Coordinator Training School in your case. This particular piece of evidence was found at Vanessa Blair's mansion. Do you recognize it?"

I swallowed hard.

Jenny smirked. "You can always trace the internal ID of a poketch, even when the systems are down or the machine is busted, that particular data can be restored… there's no use denying it's yours, . So, tell me what I want to know." She pocketed the device.

"I have nothing to say to you!" I gasped out in pain and clutched my throat.

My mother jumped up, "H-Honey, are you okay?"

"Mr. Higgs do you know how many humans and Pokemon died at that estate?! Hundreds. You need to tell me anything you know. More lives are at stake, these criminals will stop at nothing to hide their activities and no doubt… they think you're a loose end too. They'll kill you, but I can protect you. There are questions that need to be answered- why that fire happened, who started it, what exactly was going on there- and I need to know now, talk to me Avery! Now!"

I flinched. Was the death toll was really that high? I had forced away thoughts about what we'd all left alive in that burning mansion. I didn't want to think about the countless lives lost. Caleb's Floatzel, Viper and his mon, Lucas, and so many others. I didn't feel guilt, though. The guilt was with Vanessa, Noella, Team Salvation, and Darkrai. My hands were clean, so when my mom pleaded with me I just felt frustration, and betrayal.

"Honey, maybe it's best to just talk…" She went silent when I glowered at her, and I turned back to the Jenny.

"Listen to me, I did nothing."

"Liar. The tracks from "your" vehicle led all the way back to that damned mansion. An officer in a nearby chopper claimed they saw you and Marissa, together, in that fucking car. Rumors say the two of you are dating! You're going to tell me the location of your girlfriend, now!" The officer was impatient now, and she grabbed me by the front of the shirt literally lifting me from the bed. I was a scrawny, thin, and now sickly guy and Jenny was a woman seemingly made of pure muscle. It hurt, bad, when she started shaking me. I felt a mixture of humiliation and helplessness.

"O-Officer I understand your frustration but you better g-get your hands off my son, you're hurting him!" My mother squealed. The officer actually listened and backed away, teeth clenched and eyes afire with rage. Her Arcanine got to its feet with a growl, and the two of them stared me and my mom down. I realized then, that whatever this was, it was personal. Lenora Jenny was not after me, she was after Marissa- after Amara.

Something seriously wrong was going on here...there was something off about this Jenny, but I couldn't quite place it. Just then, I heard a commotion in the hallway.

"Just try - stop me!" That was a familiar voice I could barely hear.

"Official police interrogation - can't let you -" That was a nurse.

The voices were much closer now, right outside the room. I could see various feet through the door. "You're going to let us through! He's practically family!"

The door to my hospital room was practically broken down as it opened with incredible force, and in came two familiar figures. Two somewhat unwelcome figures. I hadn't seen them in a while. It was Kiana and Lucia Wainwright, Jack and Marissa's older twin siblings. Behind them was a nurse joy and various random officers who all seemed very peeved.

Jack's black-haired sister was as beautiful and pale as I remembered, and she flashed me a brief smile. I felt a rush of embarrassment and excitement as I remembered our first night together. It felt like so long ago that I'd witnessed Lucia and her Mightyena, Dusk, playing with one another. All that wetness, all that forbidden excitement… but Lucia was all business right now, blue-eyed and angry.

"Say nothing to her, Avery. This is a witch hunt. They have no right to harass you like this. If they want to question you, they can get an arrest warrant and drag you to the station!"

Jenny immediately put her notebook away and patted the top of her Arcanine's head, relaxing it's now tense body. "I don't have the time or energy to play pretend nice with you criminal scumbags. I'll be back, Mr. Higgs - " She started walking away, toward the door, but Kiana stepped in her way.

Jack's technically eldest sister was as imperious as the last time I'd seen her, which had been in Jack's kitchen. Right now she was cold and indignant, bold. She had her face in the Jenny's, and Lucia came up behind the officer. It was kind of strange, seeing the two of them corner a police officer like that. It made me anxious, and I remembered how Marissa had been able to unlock the car using a Team Salvation pass-code. Could it be? Were the Wainwright's really in league with the criminals who'd created that cursed mansion? Why did they have as much influence and power as they did?

Something shady, something evil, was brewing in Sinnoh and I was caught in the middle of it with no clue who my real enemies or allies were.

Someone had ordered that Salvation woman to let me go, to save me from Darkrai. Who?

"You're going to leave my family and friends alone," Lucia declared, her voice cold and deadly, "or you're going to find out what happens when you fuck with the Wainwright's. My mom wanted me to tell you that, 'Lenora'. Stay out of our business or you'll regret it.

The Jenny smiled like a sharpedo, eyes cold. "You, the Harmons, and every other last Pokephile family in this city will be put in prison when I'm finally done with you. I'll butt out then, you filthy Pokephiles." Lenora stared back at me one last time, then she reached into her bag. She set down a box of pokeballs, MY pokeballs!

"Avery, I'm giving you these back as an act of good faith. I could have kept them, if I truly wanted to, as I have more than enough proof that you're an incompetent trainer thanks to various medical records I have relating to your Pokemon. Not to mention the data found on that Poketch of yours... but...I think it's far more complicated than that. Something tells me you're an ally, not an enemy, so if you find any information Avery, come to the police station. We're on the same side...I have reason to believe you're a victim of all this nonsense too, so let's work together. Goodbye." That was the last thing the officer said before she disappeared. Her Arcanine and fellow officers trailed after her.

As the door shut a huge part of me wished I'd told her everything.

"What a bunch of bullshit," Kiana hissed. It was just the four of us now. Kiana, Lucia, my mom, and me.

"Maybe I should have talked," I whispered. "About what I saw...in that mansion."

"Pointless. Don't believe a word that woman says. She's not your friend. Law enforcement and Team Salvation are practically one and the same, they just don't know it yet." Lucia responded, waving her hand as if to dismiss my train of thoughts. I glared at her.

"Know a lot about Salvation, huh?" I muttered, suspicious.

Lucia nodded. "I understand your suspicion. I want you to relax for a moment, we're just Pokephiles. We're not like Vanessa, Stu, or any of the other thugs in the Pokemon Fanclub or the Pokeporn League in general. You don't have to believe that, but I know for a fact they have your girlfriend, her sister, and now my brother since that stupid idiot decided to follow Juliet Harmon straight into an Arbok nest!"

So Zoey was right, about Juliet going after her sister, onto the S.S Amara. And Jack had followed her…

My stomach swam with anxiety.

Kiana spoke up now, loud and angry, "Why are you being so nice to him, Lucia? Here's some stuff that I know! I know you're a damn idiot, Avery! And a bastard for getting my brother involved with that despicable girlfriend of yours! Those Harmons just had to act all goody two shoes and start acting like they cared about Pokemon rights in public! Pokemon fucking has nothing to do with Pokemon rights!"

"Shh, Kiana!" Lucia snapped, "Not everyone thinks that way."

Lucia looked back at me. "It's true, the Harmon's followed after Cynthia, Burgh, etcetera. But Sinnoh is not ready, there are powers at work that we don't know, and can't imagine."

I was tired and angry and frustrated. Couldn't I just fucking rest!? "I don't care about any of that. I appreciate you saving me from that Jenny, but I don't walk to talk about this. About any of this. I want my Pokemon, and I want to go home and not have to think about any of this for a little. I need to breathe, I need to adjust… "

Kiana gasped, marching towards me in a huff. "You slippery little sneasel! Marissa says Jack risked his ass for your sister! Same with your girlfriend, we're going after them!"

Lucia picked up my S.S. Amara ticket and stared at it, then revealed a handful of her own. "She's right, Avery. We need you to come with us."

"I'm an amateur at best. I'd hardly be of any help to you," I muttered, ignoring the guilt and anxiety building up, sweltering, inside of me. I wanted to go after Juliet and go on the S.S. Amara.I wanted to rescue Amara if I could, and help the world be a better place but…

It felt like I was about to break down, because all this pressure on my shoulders, all the nightmares I'd been forced to go through all this time...were killing me slowly, crushing me. I couldn't breathe, and now Jack's sisters just revealed they didn't plan on letting me calm down or process anything.

Kiana smacked me across the face. "You're coming!"

I shook my head and turned away. "I-I can't talk about this right now, please just go…"

"Selfish little prick," Kiana hissed, her pale blue eyes glaring into mine. She was such a beautiful woman, just like Lucia, but her face was so much colder and cruel. "At this rate, you're going to be the cause of your girlfriend and my little Jackson getting killed and you don't give a damn."

"I-I wouldn't be of any help to you guys!"

"Kiana, back off."

Lucia tsked, and shoved her sister aside. She practically pushed me down on the bed, staring down into my face. Her breasts were practically hanging out of her black halter top. I tried not to stare, not to react, but it'd been a lonely week. Lucia must have seen the look in my eyes, because she softened. Her grip loosened on me, and she sat down next to me on the bed. I could feel her soft, shapely ass against the side of my leg and I averted my gaze.

"We do need you, Avery. Your friends need you. Cameron, Marissa, Caleb..."

"They're okay?" I gasped, sitting up violently. Lucia pushed me back down.

"Yes, but...damn it Avery I've been trying to be nice but really. What the hell were you thinking dealing with Vanessa of all people? And to get my brother and sister involved in your nonsense, too!" Lucia trailed off when she stared at my throat.

"Avery...what in the world has happened to you since I last saw you?"

I smiled wryly. "Nightmare after nightmare."

"Kiana, head home and talk to mum. I'm going to stay with Avery, he and I have a lot to talk about. Mrs. Higgs, can I have a moment with your son in private?"

My mother wasn't even paying attention, either that, or she didn't care about the topics involved. She just smiled and nodded, "Sure thing!"

Lucia and I were alone now.

The first thing she did was hug me. Tight. It was an odd feeling, I was flooded with warmth as she held me gently against her. It'd been a long time since I'd felt human kindness. I realized it felt like it'd been forever since someone had been nice to me without any carnal desires or ill intent behind it. I felt my arms moving against their will, my body growing slack and relaxing as my guard went down for the first time in a seemingly long time. Lucia felt my resistance fade, my suspicion slipping away, and her form pressed harder against mine. She was fully on the bed with me now, her breasts on my chest and her fingers curled in my hair. I breathed in her scent, my head buried in her neck. It was a strange moment, my own rising sexual excitement and need for human kindness merging to make me an emotional mess.

Before I realized it, I started sobbing.

"Lucia...i-it was horrible," I gasped, tears streaming down my cheeks, my eyes hot and stinging. "I can't get involved again, I can't, not yet! Vanessa was so awful… I can't deal with more people like that."

She stared at me sadly. "I know. I heard about what happened...how you were Vanessa's favorite, about the...the Darkrai. It's a rule in the fan club: don't fuck with Vanessa. Don't fuck with anyone who has connections to THEM. Suppose that doesn't matter now though, she's dead...and you had no way of knowing what went on there. Juliet Harmon should have known better."

"I-I can't go with you guys!" I repeated.

"Avery, You need to calm down, and take a breath. I'm going to get you out of here safe and happy. We're going to take care of you. All of us. You'll be safe, but we need to go after them. You know it's the right thing to do."

"Why do you want me to come?" I whispered. I didn't want to be anxious either, but I was far too worried. About everything,

Lucia rested a hand on my thigh. "All of us want you to come because you're our friend," she repeated. "I want you to come because...you're special to me."

Her eyes said something more.

"And because I want to keep you safe from the people who are inevitably going to come after you. Law enforcement is just one danger to you now, Avery. You've been directly connected to the Harmon's and the Wainwright's. You're one of us now."

I didn't know what to say.

"You got the invitation," she murmured to me, and pressed the ticket against my chest. I was starting to protest again, but Lucia shook her head. "Shh. We have ten days, Avery, and we're the only ones who know how messed up this little "cruise" is truly going to be. Your mom's getting you out of the hospital tonight, and I'm picking you up from your place in a couple days. We all need to train, to get serious... Until then, get your rest...and keep your mouth firmly shut. We're going on the S.S. Amara, all of us. I won't let you turn away from this, it's your responsibility now. Be a man."

A few minutes later Lucia was gone too.

I was home again. Home, as in my real house in the south east corner of Hearthome. I was physically and mentally exhausted. Despite not needing the help, my mom helped me into my bed and let my Pokemon out for me.

The five of them stared about themselves, surprised at their new environment. Of course, Lady and Eva recognized it as home and quickly adapted. The other three were looking around in wonder as my starters approached me on my plain maroon bed.

"U-Umbri!" Eva literally leapt into the air towards me, her long slender ears tucked back. I winced in pain as she hit my chest but hugged her tight regardless. She was seeing me awake and well for the first time in days, I wasn't going to give her a hard time about being too rough with me. I clutched the Umbreon to my chest and kissed her on the base of her ear, burying my nose in her little fluffy black-gold curls. She nuzzled me roughly, her tongue scraping against my cheek and jawline.

Lady was a lot more reluctant to show her affection, she simply sat on her knees at the edge of the bed. Her red eyes absorbed the scene in a strange, detached way, and she stared at my mother in curiosity. She scared me...

"Your Pokemon have grown so much, and you have so many!" My mother gasped in surprise, "you and Zoey are so...you seem so different now."

A silence filled the air. The look on my chubby mom's face made it clear she knew exactly how I felt about her, and her neglect. There was so much that I wanted to say to her. How her negligence had caused so much pain for me and my sister. How she'd failed as a mother, and how Zoey was producing porn and ruining her life. Was she even aware of that, did she understand, at all, what I'd been through this past week? Did she even care? She hadn't asked yet despite a police officer being interested in me. Was she so irresponsible that she didn't even want to know the possible illegal activity I was involved in?

A man entered my room without my permission. I was immediately on edge as I realized it was my mother's new "boyfriend." The black guy from the gym, and his huge machamp was right behind him. The four-armed Pokemon had to literally duck down to fit into my room.

"You coming to bed soon, babe?" He mumbled tiredly. "Hey man," he said to me with a sleazy smile. I knew exactly what he wanted my mom in her bed for, and it pissed me off.

"Why is this guy acting like he owns the place, mom?"

"I'm...I'm sure I've introduced you two before," My mother stammered, "but just in case um...this is Mason, my boyfriend and fitness coach."

"Avery, right?" The man asked with a chuckle. I stared, unamused, and said nothing. "Err, right. Well...I'm your future pops, so maybe be a little bit more friendly kiddo?"

My mother laughed nervously, her throat and face growing red, "D-Don't kid like that, um, and honey this is Buster!"

The machamp bowed his head and lightly patted the top of my head, like I was a toddler. The nervous energy in the room was beyond weird. I didn't want to deal with whatever this was right now. I stared at my Pokemon as a means of distraction.

Chastity was staring with fascination at everything she saw. She'd found some of Lady's toys and was playing with them. Meanwhile, my Furfrou was sniffing around the corners of the room, his tail wagging. Last but not least, Sprite had found my clothing hamper. It still had unfolded but clean clothes inside, and the tiny surskit huddled inside there, buried in my clothing, seemingly all warm and cuddly. I wanted to spend my night with them. Not with my mother.

"Where's Zoey, is she okay with this boyfriend of yours? You even know where she is?"

"Her room. Though, she's not planning on staying here long. She's going on her journey, quite an ambitious kid sis you've got there," Mason answered.

I glared at the guy. "I asked my mother, not you, buddy."

He raised his brows, then burst into laughter. "Alright then, I see how it's gonna be at first, well...you'll get used to me. C'mon Buster, let's get ready for bed."

My mother watched them leave. "Let's talk tomorrow,"" she smiled at me.

"Sure," I shrugged. "Sure mom."

She closed the door behind her.

It was weird being in my room again. I'd truly thought I'd never leave Vanessa's mansion. That'd I'd be a slave forever, that I'd die there. Even now, a part of me was still there. I was terrified that at any moment someone was going to bust down my door and arrest me. Or that Team Salvation would hunt me down and capture me. Or that Darkrai would trickle out of my brain like black smoke, taunting and threatening me, fulfilling his promise of meeting me again. The minutes ticked by and turned into an hour. Then multiple hours.

Eva chatted at me, but I just sat there, staring at...nothing, really. I stared at my hands, at my body, at the walls, at everything. I was alive, yet none of this felt real. Was I going to wake up, open my eyes, and find myself in Vanessa's mansion again? Was all of this Darkrai's idea of a joke?

It is over now. I told myself that, over and over. But it didn't stick.

Ten days.

Ten days.

Ten days until that damned ship takes off...

I fell asleep repeating the thought in my head, like a mantra. A bundle of cold, frightened anxiety that even the embrace of my Pokemon didn't help.

I woke up in the middle of the night to some strange noises. First thing I noticed was how parched I was. My mouth felt dry and my head hurt. I stumbled out of my room, half-asleep and in a daze. Water. I needed water...In the corner of my eye, I noticed Zoey's lights on in her room, and then I heard it again...from downstairs.

"Mnn- ahhh, don't-don't stop…B-Buster you make me feel like a woman, a real woman!"

Some of my sleepiness faded away. What the hell! Was that my mom?! I continued down the stairs in a hurry now, and my eyes nearly fell out of my head when I saw the sorry display waiting for me. My mother was in the kitchen. Apparently, she was getting up to get a snack because there was a tray of snacks with a few alcoholic beverages next to it on the counter. My mother was bent over said counter, with a very huge and familiar figure behind her. It was her "boyfriends" machamp, Buster, and he was...fucking her. A pokemon was fucking my mother, and she wasn't just enjoying it, she was loving it.

He was a huge slab of gray muscle and cock, and she was his plaything. This was a true, real rut.

My relationship with my mother was a complicated one. I hated and resented her for foisting all the responsibilities onto me that she did, but I also adored her more than anyone else. Despite struggling to communicate with them, Zoey and Amy Higgs were my entire life. I busted my ass off everyday for them, I spent almost all my money keeping them dressed and fed. Seeing my mom like this was like nothing I'd ever seen before, it was...it honestly terrified me.

I'd never seen my mom with a face like that. She was not the woman who raised me, she was...a woman. And she was a woman giving into her carnal desires. Her teeth were digging into her bottom lip, her tan throat was stained with a blush, her body was coated with sweat and was moving back against the Machamp in a way that could only be described as "feline" and "hungry" like a purugly in heat.

When I looked at her, a part of me saw Vanessa. I felt sick to my stomach, my reality spinning as all kinds of conflicting feelings flowed into me.

The Machamp, buster, had all four of his hands on my mom's round, shapely body. Two hands gripped her large, matronly breasts while the others spread her thighs apart. My mom was wearing nothing but a skimpy little nightgown and underwear. There was no crotch on her panties and I could clearly see Machamp's huge, throbbing cock pushing in and out of her wet, pink insides.

While Zoey was missing, while I was trapped in that hellish place, my mother was...doing this? Fucking a Pokemon. It's not like I could even judge her since I'd been doing the same, and that just made this even more confusing. Angry, I walked into the kitchen without a care in the world, right past my mom, I went up to the sink and turned it on. My mother practically screamed when she noticed my presence, and I gave her a nasty smile.

"Having fun, Amy?" I asked as I filled my cup with water and began to march away.

"Wait! A-Avery, it's not what you think! B-Buster set me down!"

Machamp shifted his arms to let her go, but it just resulted in his crotch being angled differently, his dick sliding home inside my mom. I watched the poke-dick push deep in, a wet squish filling the air. My mom was incredibly wet, soaked. Much to my shock, hatred, and disgust...my own dick was hardening in my boxers.

My anger got the best of me, the more I got turned on about this disgusting situation, the more pissed I got. I snapped. "You sick, sick woman, couldn't even do it in your room like a normal person?" I gave her a disgusted look.

I hated her.

"A-Avery, please don't think less of me..." She stared at me, then her gaze dropped down to my crotch. She stared at me with a gentle fondness, and a smile that confused the fuck out of me and my body. "Sex drive like your father," she shook her head with a wry smile.

An electric bolt shot through me at the motherly, gentle tone she took. My dick got fully hard, and my self hatred reached in all time high. I nearly threw up as she finally pulled away from the Machamp, and as she did, his dick came out of her...parts. It was all wet with her juices, and I watched in disgust as huge globules of creamy cum and vaginal juices dripped to the floor as the pair disconnected. My mom was reaching out for me.

I choked. "S-Stay away! This was a mistake!"

My mother gave me those tender, soft brown eyes full of worry. "Let me take care of you, I'm your mother."

"Y-You're…" I felt a red hot flash of fury. "You're my damn mother! Put some clothes on before trying to talk to me, you slut! Have sex in your room like a normal damn person, you sick...you…" I gnashed my teeth. "Arceus, you're a piece of shit mother! Zoey and I would be better off with any other damn mom, you...you make me sick! Zoey got exploited and almost raped because of you, I...I got stuck in this-"

I was starting to feel dizzy, exhaustion excitement and anger swirling around inside me.

"Stuck in this hellish mansion. And you were here...doing this. Without a care in the world. You didn't even wonder why the two rooms upstairs were empty. Did you?"

My mother was frozen, she covered herself with her hands, her eyes teary. "You're being so mean, Avery," She whispered, voice soft. I flinched, shaking my head.

"No, you don't get to try to soften me up, not this time mother. Tell me I'm wrong!"

My mother burst into hysterical tears, the confrontation too much for her. "Avery you're being so cruel to me, after looking at me in that way… don't you think we should talk about this? Be kind to each other?"

"Amy, tell me I'm wrong. Tell me you looked for us, tell me you noticed we weren't home all this time."

She stayed silent.

"That's what I thought, too busy having pokedick slammed up in you."

"Aver-"

I left, I didn't need any of that energy, that confusion, that sickness...in my life.

I marched up to my room, my mind was all over the place.

Maybe what I was about to do was the wrong thing to do, but that wouldn't stop me. I began packing up all my belongings, all the ones I thought I'd need anyways. Some cash, clothing, underwear and all that good stuff, my remaining pokeballs. I tossed all of it into a bag, and threw that and my jacket over my shoulders. I returned everyone but Eva and Lady to their Pokeballs, then picked the two of them up.

"Master…you'll be okay." Lady whispered in my mind. Her energy floated all about me, embracing me, relaxing me.

Meanwhile, Eva was so exhausted she stayed asleep in the crook of my arm. I knocked on Zoey's door. After a few minutes, the door creaked open.

Zoey was in pajama shorts and a top that showed her belly. When she saw me, fully dressed up and ready to go, she recognized what this was immediately.

"Saw mom and her two boyfriends, huh? She has no shame. It's been like this all week..."

"Yeah, she's shameless. Like mother, like daughter, huh?" I muttered, and then froze when I saw Zoey's crestfallen expression. I backpedaled fast, and immediately fixed my tone, trying to apologize without directly saying it, "Well...we're not in any place to judge her for fucking Pokemon. I do it too. So do you."

There was a tense second of silence, then Zoey whispered, "If only pokefucking were the reason why I despised her." My kid sister whispered. "She's… she doesn't even care her creepy boyfriend Mason hits on me."

"Saying shit like that makes it hard for me to leave."

Zoey gaped. "You're...leaving? To go to that ship?"

I shook my head. "No. Somewhere else. I need...me time. Away from all this."

Zoey smiled. "Yeah, Juliet sounded really scared for you when she picked me up in Solaceon…"

"What happened there?"

Zoey averted her eyes. "It can never be spoken of. Let's just say...someone...someone died. And let's let that be the end of it, okay big bro?"

I nodded. "I understand that completely."

Zoey put her arms around me, and hugged me tight. "I never got the chance to say this...but...I'm proud of you big brother. For passing your test, for getting your first Pokemon...I-I love you. I love you so much!"

She felt so soft and fragile in my arms as I hugged her. My lovely, adorable little sister. Half of my world. I ran my fingers through her dyed hair. "You be safe, do you understand me? I...I can't worry about you. About anyone, but myself right now. Promise me you'll be okay, promise you'll keep out of trouble. Most importantly...promise me you'll leave this place for real. Mason mentioned your journey, go on it. Leave mom far behind, and don't look back. Cause I'm not."

Zoey nodded. "I promise. You're really leaving?"

I nodded. "I have to."

"Can we stay in touch?"

"Hm...well, we can try. I don't have a Poketch right now but…"

Zoey reached into her drawers and pulled out a pink, oldschool poketch. I opened my mouth to protest and she shook her head. "No- just take it. And...well, please message me from now on. Everyday."

"...Okay, I will. I promise. See ya Zoey," I headed out of her room and for the stairs.

"A-Avery!" I froze.

"What about Juliet? She'll be...she'll be waiting for you."

I hesitated. I considered the fact that, supposedly, Juliet had sent her older sister after me in order to rescue a way, I was the reason my girlfriend's sister had been captured in the first place, and given a fate Vanessa claimed was "worse than death." I owed Juliet so much, but I wasn't ready.

"I don't know." I said honestly, and headed downstairs. My mother had apparently taken it into her room, and the mess she'd made on the kitchen floor, all sticky and wet, was still there. Made me feel even more sick. I stumbled outside, shaking my head, glad to finally escape.

The S.S. Amara was a trap… that much was clear to everyone who knew even a speck of information about what happened at the mansion. It was some sick event for corrupt pokefuckers, just like the mansion, a place for Team Salvation to come out of the woodwork and ruin everything. I was already apparently "under investigation" and I wanted no part in this. I appreciated Lucia coming to visit me, I appreciated my mom for getting me out early, I appreciated Juliet trying to help me and of course I was thankful to be alive…

Lucia's words hit me again, violently and urgently. Stress immediately flooded me to my core, hot and damp like thick layers of sweat inside me. I couldn't, I just couldn't commit to this right now. In ten days I wasn't going to be on the S.S. Amara. I was going to be far, far away from here.

"You're making the right choice, Master." Lady said softly. I stroked the red crests on her head, and she trilled with joy, leaning into my touch. I didn't need her comforting words, but I appreciated them nonetheless. My pokedex and license had come in the mail while I was gone, I grabbed each from the mailbox. I pocketed the license, and spent a few minutes fumbling with my newly acquired Pokedex and Zoey's hand-me-down poketch. Once they were configured, I stepped out of my house and into the cold night. I had nothing but my Pokemon on each shoulder and their balls at my belt, the bag on my back in my head as I headed west, and the map in my head that led to Oreburgh.