Welcome to the next chapter. As always, thank you genericgamer207 for helping out with editing. Anyways as of 8/13/14 I am starting my junior year at high school. I already did my 1st day, and I feel like its going to be a tough year. I can already tell one of my teachers is a complete stuck up asshole... Anyways my point is that I can't promise that I'll make every week with chapter updates. I do want to try and take this year seriously, and I'm taking honors, and AP classes, so I may be busy at times. I will still probably update once a week, just don't be surprised if I end up to busy. Then again writing is what I use for stress releif, and its a good way to unwind after a long day. So it could also work the other way. Anyways for all my readers that are starting school, I wish you all a good, and successful year.

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Anonymous: I know a lot of people worry for Naomi. As for you hoping that I won't quit? It is highly unlikely since I enjoy writing, and as I said, it provides good stress relief, and I love it. Thank you for taking the time to review.

Anyways sorry for the long author note, I just wanted to warn people.

Chapter 66: I could have been so much more.

Point of View Naomi

I exhaled a deep breath as I stepped inside the dark bar with the floorboards creaking from my weight. The first thing I noticed in the bar was the dust that tainted the air. Everything in here was dark. Even though I was a nocturnal creature, I still could hardly see.

"Turn on the lights," Sam snapped at one of us. It took about a second, but a dim light flickered on, and dully illuminated the room. The light flickered repeatedly as it created a buzzing noise that filled the bar. In the back of the room, I saw a long bar table that stretched across the whole room. Behind the bar table was an infinite supply of alcoholic beverages. Following the bar table was a long row of stools with leather seats, the seats were worn down, and torn in many spots. As for the rest of the bar, there were booths along the perimeter, and a few tables with broken chairs scattered throughout the center of the room. There were also windows around the perimeter, but they had shades drawn over them.

A loud slamming noise echoed through the air, my head shifted back to see the door behind me closed. Here I was now, trapped in a cage with vicious demons disguised as the creatures that inhabited this world. My eyes were quickly redirected to Sam, who was now taking a seat on one of the torn up bar stools. The riolu didn't waste a second, and exchanged his firearm for a beer bottle, and took a gulp. A breath of relief escaped Sam's mouth as he wiped his face clean of any alcohol that escaped his lips.

"You want some, Raiden? May as well have some before Jack shows up again," Sam said as he took another gulp straight from the bottle.

"I don't drink, and I don't think someone like you should be drinking either," Raiden replied as he climbed up onto one of the tables, and observed his burnt leg. He was lucky to have bandages, but even that wouldn't stop an infection if he didn't properly treat it.

"And why should I specifically not drink?" Sam asked as he beamed the raichu a glare.

"Just forget it, I'm not doing this tonight," Raiden replied back. I remained silent as I looked around for an exit. The bar door was inaccessible for me, since it had a knob, and not a handle. Breaking one of the windows could be an option as well, but trying to escape would be pointless if they saw me doing it.

"What about you Naomi, I'll pour you a bowl. Maybe we both get drunk, and we can have a little-"

"Just shut the hell up!" I yelled back before he could finish his sentence. Chills ran down my spine from such a horrible thought. How could someone do such horrible things, attempt murder, and then think like such a pig?

"Just leave her alone Sam, she shouldn't even be here, right now," Raiden sternly told the riolu as he gripped the edge of the table.

"Why the hell does it matter, you just tried killing her!" Sam yelled as he banged the beer bottle against the wooden bar. "Because of her, and those pokemon, I lost an arm. If you think I'm just going to sweep that under the rug, then you're dead wrong," Sam said with an insane chuckle mixed into his frustrated words.

"Yes, we did try to kill each other. That was business back there. This is uncalled for. She didn't have to get involved in this any further," Raiden said in my defense.

"Like hell she's not in this. The bitch tried to kill me in my sleep! She is linked to those pokemon that beat us!" Sam yelled as he jumped off his stool.

"So what? We're just going to force her to stay with us? She's not able to do it. Naomi isn't like us, she never has been, and never will be," Raiden replied back.

"I'll tell you what we're going to do to her; we'll cut off her limbs, and leave them where those pricks can find them. It'll be a message: we got their bitch, and every day she's with us, she's suffering a slow and painful death," Sam replied to the raichu, as he glared at me, his lust for blood could be seen in his psychotic eyes.

'Kill, or be killed,' A voice whispered into my head. I inhaled a deep breath, and without any warning, I shot a shadow ball towards Sam. Sam moved to the side, and instead the ball ripped through the bar table, and destroyed the shelf that the alcohol rested on. The sound of glass shattering filled the air as Sam ran towards me. Before he got too close, I used my shadow claw and swiped it towards Sam. The riolu jumped back from the darkness that would easily eat away his flesh.

'Run,' another voice whispered mentally.

I slowly backed up into a corner as Sam slowly walked towards me. The look in Sam's eyes… the eyes of a demon. I felt every muscle in my body quiver as I slowly sunk lower to the ground. No matter how much I hated him, no matter how far my anger would drive me on, my fear always over ran it.

"Seriously, how pathetic are you? Fight me," Sam said as he closed in on me. Sam cocked his one good fist back, and extended it towards me. I quickly dove out of the way. Suddenly I felt a tearing in my side, and my wound opened once again.

'No, no, no, not now!' I screamed in my head, as I tried to overcome the pain. Even worse than before, blood exited my wound, this time I tore open the wound much more.

"Sam, that's enough!" Raiden shouted as he jumped off the table. The raichu struggled in my direction with a limp I also limped towards him, and hid behind him as my body continued to shake.

"Move," Sam firmly told him.

"Sam, just take a minute to think this through," Raiden reasoned.

"Three," Sam counted.

"Sam, none of us are in the shape for-"

"Two," Sam continued.

"I… I just want to go home," I cried as a tear fell from my eye.

"One," Sam said, paying no attention to anything but his selfish desire to inflict pain on others.

"Naomi, it's going to be alr-" Raiden's words stopped as Sam slammed his fist into the raichu's face. Raiden flew back into a table, and knocked everything around him over. Before I could even flinch Sam flung his foot at me. His fist connected with my injury. A sharp breath exited my body as I fell to the ground. The world turned black and white, and everything became quiet.

"Get up, get up now!" Sam's voice echoed through the air. Everything was so hazy, and unclear. Every pained second that went by, I felt more and more numb. My vision began to go black as I watched Sam walk towards me. My vision completely faded as Sam's stood right over me.

"How memories work is actually pretty simple actually. Once one of your five senses picks up something, it's stored in the hippocampus, and the frontal cortex as information. Then those parts of the brain simply converts the information into electrical signals that go to different parts of the brain that are connected to nerves, and synapses, and then your body can remember a smell, taste, sight, something you felt, or heard… Are you following any of this?" I curiously asked the leafeon I was walking beside. It was yet another day that my brother Dante and I were going on a walk in the woods. As usual, I lectured him on fascinating things he never really took the time to understand. Well, it wasn't just him that didn't care of these things, practically all wild pokemon were like this. Arceus for some reason found it funny to make me different.

"No… I don't have the slightest clue what you just said," My older brother replied in a baffled tone. "Are you just saying stuff, or is this stuff actually real stuff?"

I paused for a second as I thought of a proper answer "Well, that's just what I've read out of a book, or two, I found in the city. Books on how neuropsychology works change constantly. The brain is really complex, and to this day no one fully understands how it works," I responded.

"I really don't get how you're just an eevee… You're not even that old, and you already outsmart everyone in our family put together," Dante said to me as he let out a tired yawn, but still maintained his walking pace.

"I'm sure if you all tried, you could learn many fascinating things. Try learning to read, it's actually really handy!" I said excitedly as I practically jumped up in hype. Although what I would never tell him is how difficult it was to actually handle a book without thumbs or even fingers.

"Alright calm down Naomi," Dante said with a chuckle, "I don't understand literature. It's… bizarre," Dante said awkwardly. "I don't really understand how you understand those squiggly lines. They make absolutely no sense," Dante continued to question in confusion.

"I could teach you, and I think it'd be good for you to learn something other than survival skills."

Dante let out another lazy yawn, I took minor offense to him yawning at me, but I kept my thoughts to myself. "You know when I was your age I dreaded the idea of learning basic things. I wanted to go out, and play. Maybe get into a scrap or two, or hell, pull a good prank. Not just sit around, and try to learn how the world works." I let out a small laugh; it was strange how different my brother and I were. He was the muscle of the family, and I was the brain, although, despite our differences, we always got along, and Dante was a really awesome brother. He was probably the one pokemon I could trust my secrets with.

"I guess our definitions of fun are quite different, I for one enjoy learning new things," I gleefully responded. "Besides, once I'm an espeon, I'll be able to learn so much more. I'll have more of my brain unlocked, and I'll be able to discover so many things," I said with excitement building up, I could hardly wait to evolve; it was almost comparable to a human child waiting for Christmas morning.

"Yeah, I couldn't see you as anything other than an espeon, I think it will fit you perfectly," Dante smiled. "Anyways, we should probably hurry back, mom's going to kill us, if we're not back before dark," Dante suggested. I looked up over the trees, and noticed that the sky was a fiery orange, indicating that the sun was setting.

"I didn't even notice it was so late," I said in surprise.

"Last one home has to help get tomorrows breakfast," Dante shouted as he took off running without me.

"Hey!" I shouted as I ran after my older brother. Luckily for me, my speed easily exceeded his, probably due to the fact that I was much lighter. Within seconds I was easily, leaving him behind in the dust. It was actually pretty funny, since he tried cheating by catching me off guard, and I still won.

As I looked back, I saw him slowly falling behind, then as I looked back, I felt something solid smash into my skull. I instantly tousled to the ground, scraping my side against the hard ground. My vision became dazed for a second, but I looked off into the tree line and spotted three familiar faces. Standing in the brush of the forest was a sandslash, a vulpix, and an elekid. The two bipedal pokemon held rocks in their hand, as they twiddled them with their fingers, while the vulpix just watched with a grin.

"Ah, did you see that! Right in the face!" the elekid shouted as he gave the sandslash a hive-five.

"W-what'd you do that for?" I asked in confusion as I felt blood drip down my head.

"Because you're annoying, always talking like you know everything," the vulpix piped up.

"That's your reason?!" I said as tears began to escape my eyes. I began to sob as they all laughed at my pain.

"Just what the hell are you three doing!?" Dante yelled as he finally caught up to me. I looked up, and despite my teary vision, I could make out the fangs he was showing.

"Crap, it's her brother," the sandslash yelled in surprise.

"Shit," the vulpix spat out as he looked back to see if it was safe to run away.

"I asked you a question!" Dante yelled, causing them all to jump up in surprise.

"W-We were just p-playing around," The elekid stuttered.

"Oh, so you hurt my sister on accident, and you laugh at her?" Dante piped up.

"D-Dante just let it go," I said as I tried to control my sniffles. The bleeding on my head was slowing down on the most part, but my head still had this numb pain in it.

"No," Dante growled in defiance, "I'll give you three one chance to apologize, or I'm going to shove his face up your ass, and his face in your ass," Dante shouted as he pointed to them in the order, in which their faces would defile each other.

The three looked at each other nervously, silence filled the air before another sound was made "We're sorry," The three replied snidely.

"If you call that an apology, you better pray to Mew they don't put you to sleep in the pokecenter after I'm done with you," Dante snarled, as his eyes focused on them. Not even giving them a second chance Dante dashed towards the three. On sync each of them ran away shouting in terror, one of them even tripped on accident. Despite the temptation, I could see in Dante, he chose to stay with me.

"Are you okay?" Dante asked as he walked up to me, "Can you stand?"

"I think so," I said, as I began to get a grip on my emotions. Tears still streamed down my eyes, but I had a grip on myself. I stood up, but the instant I did, I swayed around unable to maintain my balance.

"Whoa, are you alright?" Dante asked as he used his paw to help stabilize me.

"I… I" I tried to speak, but my emotions began overwhelming me again; I could feel a stinging sensation in my throat, making it feel as if there was a brick blocking my wind pipe.

"It's alright, just take a deep breath for a second, and calm yourself," Dante said as he patted me on the back. Almost a minute passed by before anything else happened. "Alright, let's head back now, Mom's waiting," Dante said. Without warning the leafeon gently bit on the fur on my back, and swung me onto his back.

"I can walk," I complained as I tried to struggle. I never liked being babied by anyone; it was embarrassing, since wild pokemon are supposed to be able to remain independent.

"Just relax, you look a little dizzy, so just let me get you home, then Mom can look at your head," Dante said. Seeing his point, I stopped resisting, and I repositioned myself so I was sitting on his back instead of lying on it. I was much smaller than average, so I was small enough to make myself comfortable.

Dante continued to carry me back home; I could only wait to see how my parents react to yet another bullying incident. Making friends seemed impossible for me. No one wanted to be around a runt like me, nor did they care for my way of thinking. My whole life, I only had two real friends, one would be a friend I had from the city, but he moved away long ago, the other would be my brother.

I now sat on the dirt ground in middle of an opening in the forest. This was the sanctuary I got to call home, or it was sanctuary most of the time. Our family's home had everything, a clean pond to drink water from, located along the edge of the opening. Our home also provided shelter, in the middle of the opening, there was an enormous tree, which had a huge hollow opening at the bottom that could comfortably fit my whole family when we went to sleep. This was a place I could somewhat escape those who didn't appreciate me.

I flinched, and cringed as my vaporeon mother examined the wound on my head. "I cannot believe those bullies did this to you again, poor girl," my mom said in a gentle voice as she used her mouth to pick up a leaf, and applied it on the gash on my head. The leaf stuck to my head, and acted as a bandage. I would have preferred a human first aid kit, but out here in the wild, you needed to use what you had to survive.

"Naomi, you should really get back at them, teach them to mess with you," my jolteon dad said as he lazily lied on the ground, with nothing better to do with his time.

"Dad…" I said shyly. My father and I weren't really that close. We had nothing in common. He was a hot headed Jolteon, who enjoyed doing risky things back in his youth. I on the other hand was cautious, and I'd easily just find a book from the city we lived near to read. It was rather painful at times… knowing that I was a disappointment in my fathers' eyes. I'd never forget the time I heard him tell my brother, that he never wanted a daughter, and that he wanted another son. Reason being that a female isn't viewed as dominant in the wild, and he wanted to raise another son to be like him, and it just wasn't possible with me.

"Naomi isn't into violence Dad," Dante spoke up, "She's more of a pacifiz," Dante said.

"Pacifist," I corrected him.

"Right, that word," Dante said with a nod in my direction.

"Then you should do something Dante, you're strong," Our Dad egged on a fight.

"No, Dad," Dante said as he nodded his head in disapproval "Naomi doesn't want to settle this dispute in violence, she doesn't view things your way."

"Right cause she wants to go live with the humans," My Dad muttered.

"And what's wrong with her dreams? She's smart," My mother defended. Of course, my Dad also hated my dreams. This place was my sanctuary, but it still had its flaws. Everyone here accepted me, but him.

"Because she's a pokemon, and humans, and pokemon don't belong together. We're completely different creatures. Humans thrive on their technology and us pokemon use what we were given at birth," Our Dad spoke up in annoyance.

"What's wrong with me wanting to integrate into human civilization? It has much more to offer than what's out here," I spoke back.

"Because humans enslave pokemon, it's as simple as that," The jolteon said with a growl.

"Actually, in many cases, a lot of pokemon can contribute to society. Think of it like mutualism, both benefit from each other. Pokemon help the police, pokemon help at pokecenter's, and some even contribute to scientific studies," I said, putting emphasis on the last one, since that's what I wanted to do.

"Naomi, enough of your nonsense, humans don't want you around, even if you are smart!" Our dad yelled as he stood up, his eyes filled with hatred towards humans. As our father stood up, his back left leg remained completely limp, just as I always remembered it. Our father developed a strong hatred for the human species after his leg got snagged in a trap meant for pokemon. The end result was his leg having very little muscle control, therefore rendering it useless.

"Fine!" I stubbornly yelled as I stomped away from my father.

"Naomi, come back here," my Mom shouted as I began running off into the forest.

I continued to run nonstop without a single care to where I was going. Tears formed in my eyes, and the substances blurred my vision. After running for a while, the sun set, and it was pitch dark out. I fell down on the ground, completely in tears. My body curled up into a tight ball, and I pushed my snout into my fur, and let out a muffled scream as loud as I could to release all my stress.

Life with my family could be stressful at times. I loved every last one of them, but my father was just too harsh, and unsupportive. No matter how hard I tried in the past, I couldn't please him. I gave up on trying to be the second son he never got, and began perusing my own future. But even when I learned the human literacy, became more educated than any wild pokemon I have ever met, I was still just an embarrassment to him.

I just didn't like my life; I hated living in the wild. It's a big world, and I couldn't stand being ignorant about how things worked. I wanted to live a life worth living, not to die in the forest I was born in. Most wild pokemon don't even live full, healthy lives, most die from the food chain, or disease. Every wild pokemon is stuck on two simple meme's, dominance, and survival. Not one of them sought out to better their lives. Why was it that us pokemon were the ones that didn't evolve culturally? What made us so stuck on the idea of living such pointless lives? Why didn't we strive to build our own civilizations, technology, or maybe find out how we got on this planet?

"Naomi?" a voice called out aimlessly through the darkness of the night. My head shot up as the voice registered in my head.

"Dante?" I said as I looked in the direction he came from. I saw a shadowy figure moving towards me, and it sat next to me. I could hardly make out my only brother, but I preferred it so that he couldn't see me crying again.

"Hey, what are you doing all the way out here? I know Dad can be a little stubborn, but it's dangerous to storm off this late at night."

"I know, I just… I just couldn't take it anymore," I replied back with melancholy in my tone.

"I know, I'm sorry things are this way," Dante said as he pulled me into a hug, burying my face into his warm fur.

"I'm going to leave one day, you know that right?" I asked my brother.

"I know," Dante said as he held me tighter, "I just worry about you is all. Dad may be prejudice, but he is right. Humans can be cruel, just like any pokemon," Dante responded with some truth. Of course, humans could be cruel, there was a bad apple in every barrel.

"After I find a job doing research, I'll be sure to come back, and show you what I've been longing for," I told my brother.

"First you've got to grow up a little more, maybe evolve into an espeon to go with your brain," Dante said as he released me from the never ending hug, and just as I was released the moon went high enough to illuminate the forest.

"Why don't we head back, it's getting late. Maybe Mom talked some sense into Dad; she was going nuts on him before I left to get you."

"Yeah, I guess it is late," I replied back as I gave out a tired yawn. My brother led the way back, and I followed him.

My eyes slowly cracked open as I came back to consciousness. To my surprise I was still alive. Currently I was lying on the cold floor with a perfect view of Sam sitting on a bar stool drinking more alcohol. He was no different from the sandslash, the elekid, and the vulpix. He was nothing more than a bully that tortured those that were weaker. Regardless of how I viewed him, it wouldn't change the end result of my fate.

'Where did my life go wrong?' I asked myself. I had such big dreams, I wanted knowledge, I wanted to know how the world worked. But why did this happen to me? I was so much more when I was younger; maybe a little naïve on how things worked, but I had a purpose. Now life was just wrong to me. I thought it was the forest I couldn't stand living in, but as I continued to fight against the horrors of this world, I just realized that I can't stand living in a world. I just want to start over, forget everything I've seen and done.

I could have been so much more, yet for some reason, I get mixed in with demons. I was smart when I was a child. I was smarter than some of the brighter humans. Arceus gave me a gift, but why would I be gifted if I was going to continuously fall through the ground, and down into Hell. Even after I escaped by sheer luck, I ended up falling back into Hell. This life just isn't worth living with so much pain.

Chapter End

Author Note: This chapter was actually pretty different from previous chapters. I personally like how I developed Naomi's background, she had everything planned out at such a young age. Anyways I hope all of you who enjoy Naomi, really liked this chapter.

Fun Fact: In the early development of this story, I actually was going to make this story solely about Black wanting revenge. Yes he does want back at Vincent, but not on the level I originally planned. We are talking about some Kill Bill shit. (I'm not saying whether this story is about revenge or not, if I followed the original plot I made, Black would have encountered so many more fights) Anyways I hope these facts are actually interesting to you guys and gals.