Chapter 70: Ending all the pain

Point of View Naomi

Yet again I found myself lying on a bed in a pokecenter. I wouldn't even be surprised if I was in the same room as before. It was now mid-afternoon, and everything was dead silent. This left me a good thinking atmosphere. A deep exhale escaped my mouth as I buried my head below a pillow that was on the bed in an attempt to hide myself. Of course I wasn't literally trying to hide, more just trying to mask my pitiful state. Although, I wasn't sure who I was hiding from, those who were around me, or myself.

Last night I had a choice, kill Sam and murder yet again, or run away and hide knowing that I let him live. Why did I always choose the wrong choice? In the end I was half responsible for throwing away my life. Here I was born more intelligent than most, yet my heart always made the wrong choices.

Before I could feel any worse for myself, the door to my room opened, and I pulled my head out from below the pillow in curiosity, and I discovered a man entering my room. Just by looking at his appearance, and the badge on his jacket I knew what he was: a detective. The man also appeared to be accompanied by a porygon. The man, and his robotic, floating, pet duck thing moved through the room, and the man pulled up a chair and sat next to me. The idea of burying my head below the pillow ran through my head once again, but I knew it wouldn't do any good, unless I intended to make a fool out of myself.

"Good afternoon Nia, I am detective Norman," the man greeted with an empty face. I looked at the detective for a moment, and then I lazily laid my head on the pillow and looked away from him to show my disrespect towards him. It wasn't the right choice, but I just couldn't deal with this right now.

"Nia I'm here to talk about your choices last night. Now, I saw video footage of what you did, and I have to say, if it wasn't for your friend, I wouldn't have bothered talking to you," the grade A asshole said as if he knew everything.

"Of course you wouldn't care. None of you humans really care," I replied back as I avoided eye contact. The porygon floating next to the detective copied exactly what I said, and even captured my tone, along with the attitude I had.

"I didn't mean it like that, it's just really obvious what you did, and you will most likely pay some form of a penalty for freeing two serial killers."

"You humans are just going to kill me anyways, so why would anyone care about a depressed umbreon who is just sick of trying to do the right thing," I responded.

"Because, your story makes a difference, now do the right thing, and help set things right," the detective said. My response was only bitter silence. For the most part, I had grown sick of humans, and I couldn't stand them constantly using our kind for their greedy purposes. One of the few things my father proved me wrong on.

"So what's it going to take to get you to talk, would you be happier talking to one of your friends about this while I listen?"

"I am not helping you, just get that through your head," I snapped back.

"Why choose to dig yourself in a hole, you're only making things worse for yourself?"

My teeth gritted together as the years of abuse and manipulation I have endured from humans came back to me, "I'll tell you why," I snapped "I knew the instant I got brought back here, you humans planned to kill me. I am just a pokemon, and I want to vomit every day I watch our kind get manipulated by you humans. So why would my story matter, if you're just going to kill me when this is all over?" Silence filled the room after the porygon finished translating my words.

"Naomi, Years of being with Jack, has made you give up on our kind, hasn't it?" Norman said. My glare slowly met his eyes as I heard him refer to me by my real name. Such a strange chill ran down my spine from hearing my real name from someone who wasn't a psychotic monster.

"H-How do you know?" I stuttered out of my mouth.

"We have been tracking Jack down a long time, we know a lot about him, including his pokemon team. And I can't help but find it too coincidental that you are described the same as one of Jacks umbreon's, and you happened to be mixed in all of this," the detective said. "Now, would you like to talk a little bit, tell me why you let Sam go?"

"That riolu Sam is a monster, I witnessed that first hand… For years I saw the crimes he committed, not only that, he was abusive towards me at times. When I went into that room last night, I intended to end things once and for all, I couldn't move on knowing he helped destroy my life," I said as I feared the worse on not denying who I was.

"So you wanted revenge?"

"He made me into a monster, and I just thought… I thought I could make the right decision for once in my life," I admitted honestly.

"I see, and then he overpowered you, and took you hostage?" The detective asked. I nodded in response. "What happened once he took you hostage?" the detective said as he pulled out a notepad and began writing notes.

A sigh escaped my mouth before I continued to feed the human with knowledge that I planned to remain tight lipped about "He took me to the bar I was found in, nothing happened other than him assaulting me, and Raiden protected me as best as he could."

"There has to be more than that," the detective said as he wrote notes on his note pad.

"There is nothing more to the story from what you saw on the camera, to what I just told you," I said as I broke our eye contact and looked out the window towards the freedom I threw away by choosing to try and get revenge.

"I see, well I am going to let you rethink that story a bit, and I want you to think of more details. I will stop back later tonight," the detective said as he closed his notebook and walked towards the door. Once he exited the room, I felt this strange feeling that I have felt many times. The feeling that I was going to die… I couldn't even count my near death experiences, but now I was going to die by the hands of the warped law the human species has created. Although was there a chance I could live after what I have done?

Of course I was going to die, why would they bother letting me live after I freed a killer who will probably kill many more humans. I pushed my snout into my pillow and I let out a pained scream as I dug my claws into the bed and tore the fabric. A tear began to form in my eye and instantly soaked into the pillow.

I knew more words than most genius humans could begin to learn, yet not one of them could describe all the emotions I was feeling. For the longest time I just wanted to give up, and just end everything, but now that I knew my death was coming, I couldn't help but feel the urge to keep fighting for my life. But why bother? I know I would only survive just so I could go through this pain over and over again.

As a child I was constantly bullied for being different, my father could barely stand looking at me, my mother died when I was still young, I failed at my dreams because I was an umbreon, I was abducted by Jack and forced to kill countless humans and pokemon, I started to develop feeling for Stark and he was murdered because I made a mistake. No matter where I go, what I do, I am always cursed with pain. I am now at the point where I can't stand growing close to anyone because I know they'll just die or end up hating me, it always ends against me.

The many different pains I have endured have always haunted me my whole life. My heart is weak, and it can only take so much before I look for ways to end this pain… But in the past, I have always had people around me to keep me away from these horrible thoughts. Mom, Dante, and Stark have always kept me going through this pitiful life, they helped relieve this pressure that is constantly crushing my heart. But now I have no one to stop this constant pain, and fill the hollow hole where my heart was.

"I'm tired of this," I said as my tears continued to soak into the pillow.

Point of View Black

It was now somewhat late in the evening, and the sun was shining its rays into the hotel as the sun setted off in the horizon. Everyone was practically bored out of their minds, including myself. Since we were in danger Alex forced us to stay in the hotel. Everyone was mostly chilling, or watching TV with Alex on one of those high quality flat screen thingies. Currently I was lying below a nightstand where I could be out of the sunshine, my version of a relaxing beach as most typical people would enjoy.

Thoughts still frequently bounced around in my head about Nia. Would she be okay, was she going to get in trouble for what she did? Of course I was on her side, I just couldn't understand why she would try and kill him when he was already doomed in his state. Although, I didn't fully understand Nia, and I had no idea what those people did to her.

"Why are you sitting there all gloomy, princess." My head peaked up to spot the ever so annoying Hesh standing in front of my little oasis from the light, in his hands he held a bag a chips.

"I'm just tired, that's all," I lied, as I let out a fake yawn.

"I see, so you're not bothered at all by everything that has been going on lately?" Hesh said as he stuffed one of the chips in his mouth, and began chewing up the chip.

"What is really bothering me lately is how I wake up every morning, and I find new drawings on my cast," I snapped back as I held up my broken arm to show him the new details. Hesh's lips curled from the sight. If murder was legal I'd seriously be considering it right now. "But seriously, I actually am bothered by everything that is going on," I admitted to the prankster.

"Agreed, that was to close back in the last hotel. We all almost died at least once, and I don't even know how Grayson survived," Hesh said as he peeked at the absol who was sleeping soundly on a couch that was right next to the night stand. Gray, and I never really told anyone that I found him practically dead, if not already dead. It was something we both agreed to keep quiet about since it was unexplainable, or at least for Gray it was. Although it was no secret that he had a sword stabbed through him, no one understood how serious the wound was though.

Hesh then let out an annoyed scowl "But now that Nia chick had to let them all free, and now we're just waiting for them to come here and slit our throats in our sleep."

It was true that we were in danger again, but I still couldn't find it in myself to hold it against her, especially since this all links back to me, but Hesh only knew parts of the story, he didn't understand Nia herself that well. "She had her reasons for what she did," I said in her defense.

"She let them out Black, we are in danger now. That stuck-up bitch has been a thorn in our side ever since we met her," Hesh retorted.

"Hey, she isn't a-" I began to say until I banged my head on the top of the nightstand as my head jolted up from the insult towards Nia. My head grew numb as I felt a bruise form on my head, this time I crawled out from the nightstand before I stood up. "She isn't that horrible of a person."

Hesh wore a strange look of horror on his face "Black… do you have a thing for women who treat you like shit or something?"

"No…" I said awkwardly, "She just helped me practice at getting better at something, and I got to know her a bit, and she isn't as bad as I originally thought she was," I said back to the pikachu.

"I could only imagine what a lonely single umbreon would need practice with, with another umbreon that is a female…"

I felt my face grow stiff from that assumption, and I swear if I could blush through my fur, I would be an interesting shade right now "I can't believe you just implied that…" I said in disbelief.

"You're right, you're to lame for that stuff," Hesh said as he grabbed another chip out of the bag and raised it towards his mouth. Before he shoved it in his mouth, I managed to swat it out of his hand as some form of revenge for that comment.

"There is nothing between us two, and you should be more considerate since she saved us earlier," I snapped back in an attempt to defend myself from this false assumption.

Hesh leaned against the nightstand, and took a second to think, "True, she did help us I guess. Perhaps there was something between you two," Hesh joked as he grabbed another chip out of the bag. Right when he put it in his mouth I slammed the cast of my broken arm into his stomach. Hesh let out a loud grunt as he fell to his knees. I on the other paw made a loud screech from the pain of punching him with my broken arm. It may have a cast on it, but it didn't do crap to protect it.

Hesh got back up on his feet right around when my arm stopped pulsing in pain. "I am getting sick of you hitting me," Hesh grunted as he clenched his gut. A memory flashed in my head from the time I hit him in the gut, and locked him out of the room.

"I'm getting sick of you messing with me twenty-four-seven!" I snapped back as I snarled towards him and showed him my fangs in an attempt to scare him off.

Electricity pulsed through his cheeks, and then conducted through his body "Learn to take a joke!" he yelled back.

"One joke is fine, but a prank, and insult every day gets annoying," I said back.

"Hey you two stop!" Alex yelled from across the room. Our trainer was now standing with his arms crossed, and he wore a look of disappointment, and anger, "I would have thought you two had enough fighting for the week," Alex added on.

"Oh don't worry Al, we're just playing, right Black," Hesh snidely replied as he gave me a strong nudge with his elbow. Despite Hesh's immaturity, I ignored him. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door, and Alex left Hesh and I unattended while he went to answer it.

"By the way Black, I'm going to start pranking you a lot more for punching me," Hesh said as he bent over to get his bag of chips. A smirk grew on my face, and I inhaled a deep breath. Hesh jumped back with a loud yelp as the bag exploded from a shadow ball. Shattered chips flew everywhere. Hesh held out his hand and caught one chip that survived in palm, but the instant it touched his palm it shattered into multiple pieces in his palm.

"How… How could you?!" Hesh yelled as he tackled me to the ground. Hesh didn't bother assaulting me further and stood up off of me, but sadly for him I didn't think the same.

"That wasn't very nice," I snarled at him. Hesh's eyes widened as I got up in a flash, and smashed my head into the stomach I just punched. I used all of my might to push Hesh against the wall, and I crushed him between the wall and my head. Out of the corner of my eye I could see everyone watching our little fight. Then I heard Hesh make a gurgling noise and something wet splashed all over the back of my head.

"Arceus, what the Hell!" I screamed as I jumped back, and Hesh fell to the ground with vomit covering his jaw. "Did you just… What the Hell!" I yelled again in disbelief that I triggered the pikachu to vomit all over me. As if I was on fire, I hit the ground and began rolling around on the ground in a desperate attempt to get the body fluids off me. It was at this moment that I had the revelation never to hit someone in the gut right after they ate a bunch of chips.

"This would be funny if it didn't hurt so bad," Hesh said as he laid on the floor clenching his gut while moaning in pain.

Suddenly the door slammed, and Alex walked into the room. Honestly to this point I forgot about our trainer, and I never even noticed he left the room. Once he walked into the room I rolled back onto my stomach and got up to my feet, thankfully most of the vomit was off of me. I cringed from how gross that was, and from the fact that Alex was going to kill me. I clenched my teeth as I braced myself for Hell, but Alex didn't say a word, he just looked at me in silence with a grim expression that said something was wrong.

"Black, detective Norman and I need to speak to you in private," Alex said with a bitter tone. Alex then walked into the mini-kitchen and soaked a rag in the sink water. He walked up to me, and scrubbed it really hard, and removed the remaining vomit. Alex then threw another wet rag at Hesh, who was lying on the ground groaning in pain.

"Black," Alex said in that same grim tone as he walked towards the door. I felt hesitant about following him to that detective guy. I followed Alex outside, but many alarms went off in my head that something was wrong, and Alex knew something I didn't. Once I was out in the hallway Alex shut the door behind us. Along with a few police officers standing guard, the detective was standing in the hall waiting for me, along with his porygon.

"What do you need now? I gave you my story," I said with impatience and the porygon copied my voice for the detective.

"Follow me Black," The detective said. I groaned in annoyance as the detective led me down the hall and into the elevator. Once inside the claustrophobic room we waited about a minute until it brought us to the top floor. The detective led us out of the elevator, and into some kind of restaurant. Everything here was empty since it was past dinner hours now. The lights were dimmed, and the area was completely vacant.

"Alright what did you bring me up here for, you aren't about to ask me on a date are you?" I joked as the detective sat down at a round table, and the porygon translated my voice. Alex picked me up and set me down on the table without my permission. Again I never liked being touched, but I tolerated it since I was in front of the detective, and I didn't want him to see my vicious side...

"Black, I brought you here because I needed to tell you something in private, and I think it would be best to be alone for this," the detective said as he rested his hands on the table.

"So you are asking me on a date?" I joked again. The detective didn't respond, and wore a blank expression on his face. If he was planning to do that, he got the scenery perfect. The wall had a giant window that stretched across the room, and we could see all of Cyllage city from here. Along with that, this restaurant was fancy from what I have seen.

"It's about your friend Nia," Alex said.

My ears twitched upon hearing her name, "What about her, are you letting her go," I said anxiously. The room remained silent and I got no response. The detective kept his blank expression, so I looked over towards Alex in hopes of an response, but his eyes were looking towards the floor.

"What the Hell do you want to tell me?" I asked nervously with a hint of frustration.

"Black…" the detective said, "Nia isn't who you thought she is," Norman said.

My right eyebrow rose upon hearing that, of course I knew she was hiding secrets, but what did Norman know? "What do you mean?" I said, half playing dumb.

"The umbreon known as Nia, is really named Naomi," Norman began to say. "She was a wanted criminal for the murder of multiple humans, and pokemon. This whole time she has been playing you."

My face froze as I heard those words. I did remember Nia speaking of things she did wrong, and it was no secret she killed at one point in her life, her and I could both use dark matter. The name Naomi did sound familiar, the raichu Raiden called Nia by that name, I never thought much of it till now. She was like me in some aspect. I was shocked from hearing this, yet at the same time I wasn't.

"Do you understand what I am saying, Black?" Norman asked. My eyes slowly rose until they met his. "Although, that isn't what I brought you here to tell you," the detective said as he looked me in the eyes.

"What then?" I asked. Out of nowhere Alex grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. Instantly something snapped in my head, and I knew something was very wrong, but what were they keeping from me, why are they stalling? "What are you hiding from me?" I asked again as Alex kept his arms around me.

"Naomi was in a lot of pain, we believe she was forced to do what she did. I could tell just by looking at her that she was miserable, someone who was looking for an escape," The detective said as he continued to look me in the eyes.

"You killed her?!" I yelled in anger as I tried to break free from Alex, but his grip around me only tightened and kept me in his grasp "If you knew that, then why would you kill her!" I yelled again as I fought Alex's grip around me.

"It wasn't us who killed her," Norman said with a pause. I instantly paused upon hearing that sentence and looked Norman in the eyes. "Naomi was in a lot of pain, she somehow managed to cut her throat open in an attempt to end her pain. She was found dead when someone went in to check on her," the detective said, and my body fell limp and I gave up on the idea of escaping Alex's grasp.

"No… You're lying," I said in disbelief as my eyes began to grow heavy and soon followed with tears. A brick blocked my throat and the only words that could escape my mouth were words of denial. "She's not dead, she… she…"

"She's in a better place now," Alex gently said to me as he tightened his hug around me.

"But… but, she didn't deserve this," I choked out of my mouth, as I struggled to speak a single word. Why did it have to be her? I hardly knew her, but I still felt as if I knew how she felt in life. We both did things we weren't proud of, and every day we were haunted by our sins.

Silence filled the room as everyone remained silent, and allowed me to take in the news.

Chapter End

Author Note: Well that wasn't a happy ending... I would imagine the guilt Naomi felt from her sins would be realistic. Killing someone can do a lot to someones heart, and with all the stress Naomi felt, it all just built up with no one to be their for her. As she said, she didn't have her mother, Dante, or Stark. Life would be hard to get through without those around you to keep pushing you to the next day, I know I'd be lost without my family and friends to keep me motivated. Anyways hopefully some people get what I am saying, and can understand what I tried to do with Naomi this chapter. May Arceus watch over her soul. Anyways, hopefully all you late night readers can sleep well after this chapter XD

Question: How do you feel about the end of this chapter, and what are your opinions on Naomi's final hours.

Thanks to genericgamer207 for helping edit this chapter.