I hope I can finally finish one damn story without abandoning it….

Note: This story contains violence, sex, drugs, drinking, swearing, and suggestive situations. Daigo (Steven), Mikuri (Wallace), Wataru (Lance), and all other characters mentioned belong to the creator of pokemon.

Save me from this prison
Lord help me get away
Cause only you can save me now
From this misery
Cause I've been lost in my own place
And I'm getting' weary
How far is heaven
And I know I need to change
My ways of livin'
How far is heaven, Lord can you tell me
Cause I've been locked up way too long
In this crazy world, how far is heaven
I just keep on prayin' Lord
Just keep on livin', how far is heaven

-Heaven by Los Lonely Boys-

Steven's POV

-Shit…-

Sidney, the dark elite trainer had burst into my battle room. Why does my quiet time for meditation always have to be devoured by the crashing noise of the doors? He was perspiring on his forehead as he managed to find the words he was looking for.

"F-five girl trainers… b-beat me and everyone else…"

I stared at him with a mixture of amusement and sarcasm.

"Really now, did they win by their training skills, or did you just get flustered by their good looks and lose concentration?"

Sidney's face flushed as he attempted to speak. Hah, I found his weak spot.

"Uhhmm…"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence, for five women opened the doors to my room. They had stylish and sexy clothing with perfect bodies and neatly styled hair. Sidney scurried behind me. Keh. Typical whores.

"Steven, we challenge you to a battle for the title of the champion," they announced simultaneously. "For we are the six trainers!"

Wait a second. Six?

"If you say six trainers, there are only five of you. Where's the missing link?"

The girls frantically looked around.

"Wait," one of them said. "I think she's still back in the victory road. Oh well, who needs her."

Fine then. But you'll still lose. They summoned the five breeds of eevee evolutions; Flareon, Jolteon, Vaporeon, Espeon, and Umbreon. My lineup of steel and ground pokemon appeared without my commands. They savagely struck down all the pokemon all at once with attacks I worked so hard on teaching. The girls were shocked and began to cry from loss of defeat. Sidney escorted them out of the room, looking depressed. Now for this sixth trainer…

Walking down the path to the exit of the victory road, I looked at the metal rings on my fingers. I know they were strong, but after you slipped them among your fingers, they seemed so delicate and elegant. As told by my friend Wallace, anyway.

I arrived at the entrance of the victory road. I remember traveling here when I first began my own journey to become champion, and all the perils I endured coming to the place I stood. Those were the good old days…

My slight reverie was disrupted by a scream from the inside of this cavern. Calling out my Armaldo for protection, I cautiously entered this dark cave. A hot burst of flame brightened the chamber for a split second showing the outlines of two people, apparently showing one was chasing after another. Pulling out a very bright flashlight, I shined it among the two people, making them stop. The pursuer was a young man in a red sport outfit with a camerupt standing at his side. He gave me a death look with his narrowed eyes.

"Waddaya want, punk?!"

"If you expect to defeat the elite four, you wouldn't give the champion this disrespectful greeting. I suggest you train yourself before you level up that camerupt of yours."

The boy shook fearfully, then turned and ran away with his pokemon struggling to catch up. I turned to the other person, who had collapsed on the ground.

She lay almost lifeless on the rocky ground. Her long black hair splayed across her body which was clothed in only a simple laced black one-piece dress that covered one third of her thigh with shoulder straps. He approached her and slowly brushed the hair out of her face.

Slowly, she regained consciousness. Her eyes were gray, and then faded to maroon as it neared her pupils. I slowly reached my hand towards her, and she shrunk back.

"Please don't hurt me…" she pleaded.

"I won't hurt you… I promise…"

She looked at me with a mixture of hope and fear. She was afraid. But she had a good reason to be.

I redirected my hand from her face to her crotch. I knew I had to check on this, despite the names Sidney would call me. Putting my hand under her dress, there was no barrier in between me and her. I withdrew my hand that was carrying fluid on its fingertips and slowly sniffed it. It was a mixture of blood and semen. So this girl was raped, I thought.

A single pokeball rolled from her hand and popped open. Standing before us was a blue bird with a forked tail; a Swellow. It cooed softly at her master and looked at Steven, concerned.

"Everything's gonna be fine, ok?"

The bird cocked its head as I slowly lifted up the girl and carried her back to the elite building. This would affect everything from now on…