Chapter 5: The Torture

" We are gonna get this place cleaned up before your mom gets home, " explained Siryn.

" C'mon out Pichu, Magby, Misdreveous, Haunter, and Smoochum lets get this place cleaned up! " I yelled as my Pokemon came out.

" Recall them Mal, no cheating, " said Siryn.

" Awww man, " I pouted as I recalled all my Pokemon but Smoochum.

" I gotta put her to bed," I said as I walked upstairs.

" Oh no you don't. She is gonna sleep down here, Mal, " said Siryn as I tried to sneak upstairs.

We were cleaning the house for what felt like hours until Mom got home.

" Hi Mrs. Zimpher. The whole house is clean, " said Siryn.

" Why thank you Siryn for looking after Dail and Mal, " said Mom as she looked at me.

I didn't like the way she emphasized the word and. It was creepy.

" What, I didn't do anything you can ask Siryn, " I replied.

" Oh Mal don't forget the incident with your Snorlax, " teased Siryn.

" What happened? " asked Mom.

" Well when I walked into Mal and Dail's room, Mal had Da- " she said as I covered her mouth with my hand.

" Mal, let Siryn tell me what happened, " said Mom.

" Well Mal's Snorlax had Dail pinned to the floor, " finished Siryn.

" MALLORY SIMMS ZIMPHER YOU GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!!! " I heard my Mom scream as I ran out the door.

" Come on out Smoochum! " I called as Smoochum appeared.

" Smooch, Smoochum! " she said.

" Ok I need you to Teleport me to Lava Ridge City. We are gonna visit Siryn and get our revenge! " I said as we disappeared.

We arrived at Siryn's house at 7:30 A.M. and she was still asleep.

As I headed for her door to enter her house, a Flareon appeared in front of me. It was ready to perform Roar Attack as I ran into the store across the street.

Then it came. A Roar Attack. I hid behind a shelf of PokeBalls.

" Who is there? " yelled Siryn.

I yelped in pain as the owner of the store kicked me out for breaking in.

" I am really sorry Sir, " I said as I pleaded to get back in.

" My enemy is gonna kill me if she found out I was here. So please will you help me? " I asked.

" Sure. C'mon in. My name is Martin, " said the kind store owner.

" Thank you. My name is Mallory but you can call me Mal, " I said.

" Well OK, Mal, " he said and we went inside.