Well here is the 65th chapter. Hope you all enjoy. Thanks again to genericgamer207.

Chapter 65: Bound to a horrible fate

Point of View Black

It was now getting late. Alex, Gray, Kana, Ebony, Hesh, and I were all heading back to the hotel now. Fortunately Hesh was lucky enough to leave the pokecenter today. We all stood outside the hotel as we prepared to enter. It was odd returning to the place we almost died in the previous night.

"Ugh, this sucks," Hesh pouted as he stretched out his arms "Ever strained a muscle really bad? Yeah, it feels like that, everywhere!" Hesh whined as he stretched out his muscles. "Is this what I do to people every time I shock them?"

"Pretty much," I responded dryly, "Although you got it good."

"Alright guys, lets go in," Alex said as he opened the door for us. We all entered the hotel. Alex cringed as he observed all the damages caused in the previous night. The desk was destroyed, there was burn marks everywhere, and there was water damage from a sprinkler that got broken in the fight.

"Hey, what are you doing back here!?" A voice yelled at us. Approaching us now was possibly the owner. This guy looked… interesting. He wore what probably used to be a fancy red polo that was tight against his body. Along with some cache's that were constricted around his waist cutting off his blood circulation. What I'm basically trying to politely hint is that this guy may be just a tiny bit overweight…

"We have a room here," Alex responded.

"Your pokemon destroyed this place last night," the man barked at us.

"I can't help that they were assaulted, they could have died and you're primarily worried about your hotel!" Alex yelled back.

"I don't care about any stupid pets of yours! You're not staying here another night with those things," the impolite fatty responded.

"Ouch," Hesh bitterly replied.

"Seriously? It's late at night, and you're just going to throw us out!?" Alex yelled back at the man.

"I'll let you stay, but not your pokemon. Umbreon's are bad luck, second your absol should have foresaw this danger. Now, because of them, my hotel is trashed, and I don't have the money to pay for this," the man snorted.

Alex clenched his fist as he started to walk towards the owner. I quickly jumped towards Alex and bit down on his pant leg. Alex stopped walking as he looked down at me, obviously I didn't appreciate the discrimination, but I'd much rather prefer to keep Alex out of jail for assault.

"It's okay, Alex. I'll just piss in his coffee in the morning," Hesh snidely added. Judging from what Hesh has done to me so far, it wouldn't be farfetched to assume he'd really do that.

'Note to self: If I piss Hesh off, be sure to check your food and drinks before you eat,' I noted mentally.

We all stormed out of the hotel pretty upset that we experienced such rude behavior. It has been a really rough time since that fight, at this point I just wanted to bask in the moonlight all night, and relax. From what I've noticed me sitting in the moonlight is the equivalent of a human taking a hot bath, except the moon actually gives me energy.

"Where are we going to go now," Kana asked.

"We'll find a cardboard box, and we can all cuddle up together, maybe share it with another homeless person," Hesh joked.

"I'm not sleeping in a box with you Hesh… That's just wrong on so many levels," I said back to the weirdo pikachu.

"Would you like to be wined and dined first?" Hesh said. This conversation was rather disturbing if anybody had to ask me. Obviously I knew he was kidding, but just no…

"Hesh, I'm not really in the mood for jokes," Kana bitterly said. Ever since Flare was injured, Kana took it to heart, and felt like she was responsible.

"Jeez, just trying to brighten the mood," Hesh said in dissatisfaction. Silence filled the air for quite awhile as we all walked through the streets. Every second that passed was another second the sun went down, and I didn't want to be out here if people were after our blood.

The silence was interrupted when I heard a weird ringing noise come from Alex. The teen reached into his pocket, and pulled out a device that he put to his head. "Hello," Alex spoke into it. That's when I remembered the purpose of such a device.

"Yeah, that jerk wouldn't let us stay there," Alex said into the device. It would have been real nice if I actually knew what Alex was hearing. A few seconds passed by as Alex listened to the device.

"Really, okay, we'll be there soon," Alex said with a newfound smirk on his face. Alex then clicked a button and placed the device back in his pocket.

"Alright, good news guys, my Dad knew this would happen, and already got us a new hotel. Hopefully they will be more kind than the last one," Alex gleefully told us.

Point of View Naomi

I comfortably lied on a bed within the pokecenter, as I stared at the clock on the wall. I watched as every second went by, and the window of escape closing. The clock read two-fifty-seven AM. It was time for me to make my move before it's too late. I cautiously forced myself up to my feet. The wound I had shot up with a ripping pain, but I managed to deal with it. The physical pain I endured these days didn't really affect me like it should have. The pain I felt was only in my head, physical pain fell short to the pain I always felt in my head.

After completely standing up, I jumped down off of the bed I was on. Pain ran through my entire body, but I didn't stop for a single second. I continued towards the door of my room. I looked up towards the handle that would release the latch on the door. I felt as if it was unreachable with my current state. I gritted my teeth as I prepared for the pain I was about to put myself through. I jumped as best as I could, and slapped the handle downward with my paw. The latch on the door made a clicking noise and the door slowly creaked open.

I held my head low as I felt light headed from the pain. As I looked down I noticed a few drops of blood below me. I looked at my hip, and I noticed a stain of red on the white bandages. I disregarded my health, and exited my room. The halls to the pokecenter were vacant, and not one living soul inhabited it.

I walked down the hall slowly as I left a trail of blood following me. Eventually I found the exit that led downstairs. I stared at the door that I could easily push open and escape from. Instead of leaving I turned my head, and continued down the empty hallway. The pokecenter was completely silent, silent to the point that I could hear a buzzing noise coming from the lights above me.

'You should turn back,' a voice whispered into my head as I slowly walked down the hall.

'He has to pay,' another voice whispered.

'Murdering is a sin' the voice continued to whisper.

'Think of what they have done to you, you can't even look at yourself without seeing a monster,' the other voice countered the other.

'This isn't who you are, what would your family say, and your friends?'

"Shut up!" I yelled aloud at the voices arguing in my head. Despite my attempts the voices continued to speak, and torment me. As the imaginary voices continued to argue, I fought the urge to scream as loud as I could to release my mental pain

Halfway down the hall, I spotted a police guard standing outside a door. The policeman was equipped with a gun. I continued to walk towards the man. His head turned as he noticed me bleeding all over the floor.

"Hey are you alright?" the man asked as he ran towards me. As he made his way towards me, I fell to the ground with my eyes closed. I listened as the man kneeled down next to me. Without any hesitation, my eyes shot open, and I jumped up, and smashed my head between his eyes. The policeman fell to the ground, I watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his eyes shut.

Once I was sure he was taken care of, I directed my attention towards the door he was guarding. Using the same strategy as before, I jumped up and smacked the lever with my paw. The door opened just like the first time.

'It's not too late,' my conscious warned me as I stared into the room, unsure if I could go through with this. Lying within the room was Sam. The sight of the riolu sent chills down my spine, along with that my fur stood up, and my legs felt as if they were stuck to the ground.

"I have to do this… He's a demon disguised as a pokemon," I told myself in an attempt to justify the sin I was about to commit. Sam didn't show a single sign of consciousness; he almost looked harmless like this. I stood next to the bed, and jumped up. I nearly fell off as I tried to pull myself up.

I stood over Sam as I looked at his unconscious face. A calm and steady breath exited his mouth as he soundly slept. 'You can do this, just one last murder,' I thought in my head as I opened my trembling mouth. 'Just one bite in the throat, that's all, and it's over.' Memories flooded my head of the specific taste of blood. I could already taste the metallic taste in my mouth. No matter how much I tried, I could never get the flavor out of my mouth. I lowered my head and braced myself to rip open his jugular.

Sam's eyes shot open as his hand grabbed me by the throat. The riolu forced me off the bed and we both tousled to the ground. I screamed in panic as Sam tried to regain his grip around my neck with his one remaining arm. Sam gripped his fingers around my neck and began hitting my head against the floor as he strangled me.

"Shut the hell up!" Sam yelled "Now, I'm going to let go. You scream, or move, and I'll kill you." Out of fear I gave into his demands and stopped struggling. Sam kept his grip around my neck as he observed his surroundings, eventually he spotted the unconscious policeman. Sam released his grip and ran towards the policeman. Before I could even make it to my feet Sam had already gotten a hold of his gun.

I froze in place as I stared at the barrel of the gun that pointed at me. "Think you can just come in here and kill me?" Sam asked. "Come on, we're going on a walk sweetie," Sam said as he pointed what was left of his severed arm at the door. I cautiously walked out the door as Sam continued to point the firearm at me. After taking a bullet to the head, I never really wanted a gun pointed at me again. To an extent I had a slight phobia of them after that.

"Don't try any of that dark matter crap, I'll kill you right here if you do."

There was no doubt in my mind that he would do that if he needed to. "Now, where is Raiden?" Sam asked me.

"I don't know," I responded tensely.

"Then get moving, we're going to visit his ass," Sam said as he pointed the gun at me. We both walked down the hall, not one word was exchanged. The only sound that could be heard was my heart pounding in my chest.

'Arceus what have I done?!' I screamed in my head.

"Stop," Sam whispered right before we turned a corner. Sam kept the gun pointed at my head as he quickly glanced. Before I could take the chance to counter him, Sam jumped behind me, and kicked me. I slid across the floor as blood trailed behind me.

"Beg for help," Sam demanded as he pointed the gun at me. I looked down the hall, and spotted another policeman. Instantly I understood Sam's intentions. "Beg, or I'll just kill him with my gun, and then you after," Sam snarled.

Seeing my only choice I complied "Help me!" I yelled at the police officer. The officer jerked his head towards me in surprise as if he just woke up from a nap. The instant he noticed the blood he began running towards me. Right as he got close Sam flew around the corner, and delivered a solid kick in his face. The police officer flew back onto the floor. Sam ran towards the officer and placed his foot over his throat.

"Don't!" I cried as Sam repeatedly stomped his foot on the police officers neck over and over. I felt the strong urge to vomit as I heard the sound of bones breaking along with the police officer making a pained gurgling noise.

"Let's go," Sam snapped at me. Sam waited for me to take the lead as I walked towards the door the police man was guarding. Unexpectedly Sam kicked the door open, and a loud banging noise echoed throughout the pokecenter.

"Ladies first," Sam snidely spat out at me. The image of the policeman being violently murdered stuck in my head, it just felt like a horrible dream, yet this was my reality. No matter how many times I tried to escape the madness of this world, I was bound to it.

"You didn't have to kill him," I quietly whispered.

"I don't give a single fuck about mister police officer. I'm in a real bad mood right now, so why don't you do me a favor and shut up before I rip your tongue out." I tried to pretend it didn't bother me, but the images repeated over and over in my head with the exact details etched into my mind.

"Raiden wake up, I'm not carrying you," Sam snapped at the raichu that lied on a bed completely unconscious. Sam instantly grew impatient and jumped up on the bed. He took the pistol and whacked the barrel against the leg that received severe burns. Raiden responded instantly with a loud pained scream as his eyes shot open.

"Good, you're awake, now get up," Sam commanded. The raichu shot the riolu an evil glare right before he rolled off the bed. Raiden sloppily landed on the ground as he grunted in pain. After a moment Raiden struggled to his feet.

"What's going on?" Raiden asked the fighting type.

"We're having a slumber party. 'the hell does it look like we're doing?" Sam sarcastically replied.

"Not what I meant, why is Naomi here?" the rodent asked.

"Oh, she tried to kill me, now she's our hostage," Sam said as he kept the gun pointed at my head. "Anyways girly, why don't you lead the way," Sam ordered me. With a full understanding of my situation I did as I was asked, and led the way.

I exited the room as the two followed me. As we walked down the hall I looked back at Sam, and Raiden. Raiden was limping as he groaned in pain from being forced to walk with a severe burn on his leg. "Eyes up front Naomi, wouldn't want you tripping," Sam said as he kept the gun on me.

'When does it end, Naomi,' the same voice from before asked me. 'Things have always been like this for you.'

After a while we made it to the stairs. I don't need to mention how painful it was for Raiden and me to walk down them. Raiden and I both panted in exhaustion once we made it to the bottom. I looked back at the stairs, and stared at the trail of blood I was leaving behind. At this point I was beginning to feel woozy. I never originally planned on moving this much, and it was beginning to take its toll.

"Over there," Sam said with a small smirk as he pointed his nub at the back exit. Without another word I headed towards the exit. Once I left those doors, I would be in danger of being murdered any second, or did Sam have other plans with me. I shook my head remorsefully as the horrible memories began to play in my head. Sometimes I just wish I'd stop taking my medication just so I could forget everything and live life as a naïve fool unable to remember anything.

Sam passed me and held the door open for Raiden and me. I was hesitant for a second, but I took my only option and walked out of the semi-safety of the pokecenter. Once I was outside, I felt a chilling wind blow through the air.

"What are you going to do-" I started to ask.

"Just shut up Naomi, I'm not in the mood right now," Sam snapped.

"Well hold on Sam, why don't we just knock her out and leave? I don't see a point in taking her with us," Raiden said.

"Simple reason actually, Jack is going to murder us for failing our mission. If we bring Nia, he'll probably be too busy killing her to fully punish us," Sam said as he looked at me. "Besides if Jack doesn't kill her, we can always sell her like we originally planned," Sam said with a demented smirk.

"I'm not going anywhere with you," I replied back fearfully as I took a step away from them.

"Who's the one with the gun, I'll cap each leg if you don't listen," Sam threatened.

"Then just kill me here, I refuse to put up with Jack's mind games again," I said as I feared being his puppet again.

"You have family right Naomi?" Sam asked. My eyes grew wide as he mentioned them, "Yeah, I remember hearing you mention them to Stark, outside Vaniville isn't that correct?" Sam said with complete accuracy.

"You stay the hell away from them!" I responded as I showed my fangs, along with a vicious growl.

"What did I hit a nerve or something? Do as I say, or I'll go find one of your siblings and make them a new member in our team." My growl instantly seized the moment he mentioned family. Sam would do what he said. He may be a liar, but there are some promises this riolu wouldn't break.

"Is that a deal then?" Sam asked me.

"Just leave them alone, okay," I said with defeat in my tone. Even though my family, and I weren't that close anymore, I still loved them too much to involve them with my dysfunctional life.

"Alright then get a move one Naomi, we got places to be," Sam said as he pointed me towards the back streets of the city.

Point of View Aiden

"Are you serious!? You blew up a fucking hotel!?" My dumbass of a trainer screamed at me from the other side of my cell. At the moment I didn't view this place as a cell to keep me in, no it was clearly meant to keep psychopaths like Erika away from me.

"I'm sorry Erica, I'm just an incredibly dumb charmander that doesn't know better," I sarcastically retorted.

"I mean seriously, what the hell is wrong with you, someone could have died!" Erica continued to yell.

"That was kind of the point…" I replied back honestly. "I love how the stereotype is that all charmander's have little tiny lizard brains, but now that something bad happened, I'm smart enough to be responsible," I muttered to myself.

"When you get out of here, you're so dead, you just wait," Erica said with a menacing tone.

"I like my old trainer!" I yelled back. "If I almost died, he'd buy me ice cream or something! Not sit here and threaten me, for a matter of fact, I think he'd praise me for my act of awesomeness!" I continued to yell back at my inconsiderate trainer. Even though we couldn't understand each other, I think we were having a serious break through and we were making progress on having a healthy bond between trainer and pokemon.

After a few minutes of us yelling at each other, that same machop that threw me in here entered the cell block. "Open cell five!" the machop yelled at me.

"Wait! I think I need more time to learn my lesson!" I yelled at the machop as my only protection opened up and left me exposed. I looked back at the machoke, who was lying on the bed looking at a magazine "Please help me," I asked in terror as my trainer grabbed me by the part of my tail that wasn't on fire, and started dragging me away.

"Have fun," the machoke said as he waved me goodbye.

"For the love of Mew, not the tail!" I yelled as I scratched my claws along the floor in a futile attempt to get any form of grip. I'd take my chances with that whole group of mercenaries before I spent a minute alone with Erica, she was ruthless when pissed.

Point of View Naomi

"We're here," Sam said. In front of us, was what appeared to be an abandoned bar. The building had weeds growing around it, along with that it was unmaintained.

"Well, let's get this reunion started, shall we," Sam said with a smirk as he opened the door. Inside the bar, I couldn't see anything but a black abyss that would certainly be my end. My paws trembled as I tried to control my muscles enough to at least walk in. To think this whole time, I was looking for Jack, but now I was realizing that I was still terrified of him.

"Come on Naomi, your beloved trainer is waiting for you. He's missed you so much," Sam taunted as his smiled.

This could end in many different ways. Jack could force me to be his pawn again; I could be killed, or worse. Not one scenario I thought of in my head ended happily. I took in a deep breath as my trembling paw attempted to move forward. My paw touched down on the cold floor of the bar, I gave one quick glance back up into the sky, and got one last glimpse of the moon.

'What a cruel fate, you could have been so much more," a voice whispered into my head. Of course I could have done so much more with my life, yet I'm bound to be stuck with the lowest of humanity.

Chapter End

Author Note: Alrighty things are looking a little bad for Naomi. But I can't help but feel more sorry for Aiden... I'd be scared of Erica as well. Anyways I'll keep my talking time short this chapter.

Fun Fact: Before I choose to make Kana a jolteon, I was highly considering a cubone... Glad I went with a jolteon, I can not visualize Kana as a cubone. Kana is a sweet, high spirited girl, and I just can't see that in a cubone. I'd imagine a cubone would be more rebellious, and maybe even violent, when Kana is a gentle pokemon. Anyways that's it for the the fun fact.

Thanks for reading!