Hello, world of Fanfiction. This is Shadow speaking. Or typing. Whatever. There is a poll up on my profile so you should check that out. I will stop bothering to put the disclaimer because it is really annoying. So please enjoy this chapter!

It was 6:30 in the morning. What the hell was Dawn up?

'That Serena. I swear I will kill her!' Oh, so Dawn was awake because she was subconsciously mad at Serena. THAT makes sense.

A lightbulb went off in Dawn's head. She could show Ash how to play her favorite sport! Volleyball!

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Delia was grieving for her son. Even though it had been literally three days, she thought Ash was dead. Overdramatizing much? She looked through a box of his things. For the first time in seven years, she noticed blood on the walls. How could she have let this happen? Red used to be such a nice person. What could have changed him?

(A/N: This is the Red from the Manga series. You should read that since you may not get some of the references I am using)

Flashback: Seven years ago...

Red had come home from work. In a particularly bad mood.

"Hello sweetie. What do you want for dinner?" A younger Delia asked with a two year old boy clinging to her.

"I just want to rest. There are now some fricking budget cuts at the job."

Delia was confused. She though that Elite Four members were paid based on how well they battled. She thought that Red was amazing at battling.

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She had noticed that Red had been more ruthless in his battling. He treated Pokèmon as tools and showed no remorse for poor kids who made it to the Elite Four.

She was sure that greed had overcome him and finally confronted him.

Needless to say, he was pissed. He cursed her worse that anything she had heard in her life. To end, he had slapped her across the face and refused to let her sleep in the bedroom for the next few days. Delia, being the person she was, did her best to change him, despite the abuse.

That at was the last day she got any peace.

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She let a tear escape her. How could she be so blind?

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There you have it! The next chapter will be centered around Pichu. Hope you liked it!

No flames please. There will be revenge...

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Just kidding! Or am I?...