Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. (Unless you count the games...)

I was once again running, but this time I was running through a hallway. An endless hallway that was filled with rows and rows of doors. Every so often, I would open a door and look in, trying to find something. As I looked in room after room, I called something out; something at I was unable to hear.

After trying almost a dozen rooms already, I opened one to find myself, in a large bedroom. It included a queen-sized bed, surrounded by curtains with pure white pillows and sheets. It had identical curtains hanging infront of a huge window.

Wanting to take a closer look, I slowly walked in. The moment I stepped into the room, the door slammed shut behind me. I ran and grabbed the doorknob, trying to pull it open, but it was stuck like glue. Then I heard a rustle from behind me.

I turned, to see the silhouette of a woman standing behind the long curtains infront of the window. For a strange reason, a kind of calm came over me as I caught sight of her. I started to walk towards her.

"---, I finally found you."

"Don't be afraid. --- will always be here with you." She said in a sweet, soothing voice. As I came closer, I felt something odd, like something was wrong…

"---, Is something wrong?"

"Wrong? Everything is just perfect, and soon it will be even better…"

"Why's that ---?"

"Why? Because soon…" Before she finished, she turned around. I stopped in my tracks as she started to transform.

She suddenly sprang up, towering over me. Her once elegant hands transformed into long, sickly claws. Her dress started to tear as her legs started to grow, large claws replacing her feet. Horns started to poke out from her head as fangs sprang from her mouth. A line of drool dropped from her mouth as she…"It" stepped towards me.

I screamed as it swung at me, knocking me to my feet. I tried to back up, but it kept advancing at me. As I looked up, I saw a huge, red "R" on its chest. As it came closer and closer, it let out an evil cackle, now in a mangled voice.

"Soon…you will be back where you belong. With us…the great Team Rocket!" It let out another cackle, louder this time. I took that opportunity to run. The once locked door suddenly swung open, allowing me to run into the hallway.

As I raced down the hallway, I heard the sound of the wall behind me crumbling. I didn't look behind me to see if that…"thing" was chasing after me. I had only made it a few more feet when the floor ahead of me started to crumble. I quickly stopped in my tracks as the rest of the hallway sank into nothing, barely stopping by the edge.

I looked down to see a huge chunk falling into a deep pit, not seeming to hit the end. As I saw it fall out of sight, walls of fire suddenly shot from the pit, almost burning my face. As I stepped back, I heard heavy footsteps from behind me. I looked over my shoulder to see the Thing, trailing right behind me.

"You can't escape us! Soon the same thing that happened to your precious --- will happen to you!"

I weighed my options: jump into a pit of fire, or meet my end with this red marked creature. I decided to take my chances with the fire. Just as the Thing, came up from behind me, I jumped over the pit.

As I passed through the wall of flames, I thought I heard a voice call out to me. I didn't have long to think of that, as gravity took over, and I plummeted into the pit. My scream echoed through into the abyss as I fell into the darkness.

I bolted awake from the nightmare. Sweat was dripping down my face, and I was heavily panting. Another one of those dreams…but this one felt different. This one felt so…real!

Once I got over the initial shock of the nightmare, everything came flooding back to me. The last thing I remembered was walking into this nice couples house, bleeding all over their floor, and minutes later, passing out. As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, I started to notice my surroundings.

I was in a small room, with not much furniture. Other then the bed I was sitting in, I saw a small round table, a dresser in the corner of the room and a full-length mirror against the far wall. As my eyes adjusted even more, I saw something else. Something that caused me to panic a little.

Last night, I had received an armour piercing shot to my left shoulder. Now, my arm was completely bandaged up, from the shoulder all the way down to my elbow. My cloak was gone and all I was wearing was a black pair of leather pants that I took from Team rocket before my escape. As I checked over my arm, I realised that this could only have been done by the couple, but to do this…they would have had to remove my cloak…meaning that they had seen me!

What was going to happen to me now? Would I be held against my will? Would they call the people who hunted me to collect some kind of reward? Or would they just do away with me themselves?

Calm…calm…I had to calm down. Taking a deep breath, I started to think things out. If they had wanted to kill me, they wouldn't have tended to my injuries and taken me up to their guestroom. If they had wanted to keep me here, they would have tied me up or put me in a cage while I was unconscious. Also, If they wanted to call the hunters, they would have been here by now.

As I started to calm down, I saw my cloak, folded neatly on the table in the center of the room. Should I take it and run, or should I…wait…what was that smell in the air? I sniffed the air as the smell wafted into the room. It smelled like…like…Bacon!?!

The only time I had ever eaten bacon was in the city, when it was occasionally served at the soup kitchen. It was considered a delicacy to the poor, homeless people. Remembering the taste of the sweet meat caused my lips to water, drool running down my mouth. This also caused my stomach to growl very loudly, as the last meal I had was breakfast almost 24 hours ago.

Picking my cloak up off the table, I wrapped it tightly around my body. Even though I knew they had seen me without my cloak, I still didn't want to be seen without my cloak. Walking across the room, I slowly opened the door and peeked out.

I heard the sizzling sound of the bacon cooking on the oven and the sound of someone whistling. Pulling the door open, I stepped out into the hall and slowly walked down the set of stairs. The stairs creaked at each step, making me cringe each time. After a few minutes, I finally made my way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

As I walked in, I saw the husband sitting at the table, reading the morning paper, while sipping his cup of coffee. The wife was standing by the stove, cooking the bacon. The husband looked up from his newspaper as I walked into the room.

"Ahh…glad to see you're finally awake." I just silently pulled a chair out and took a seat. He grabbed his coffee and took another long sip, before speaking again.

"You know you don't have to hide yourself from us. We were the ones who tended to your wounds after you passed out." I still said nothing.

"To tell you the truth," Spoke up his wife from the stove, ",we were a little freaked out when we removed you cloak to get to your wounds. But once we saw this…" She reached into the pocket of her apron and produced a small scrap of metal. The bullet. "… we realised why you needed a place to hide for the night."

"I…I…" I was at a loss of words as let it all sink in. These people knew nothing about me, and yet they had tended to my wounds and given me a place to rest up. No one had ever done anything like that for me before…

The wife walked over to the table and placed a plate with eggs, bacon and a few slices of toast infront of me. She smiled as I looked at the plate of food and said

"You must be starving. Why don't we talk…after you've had something to eat."

I spoke out a weak "Thanks…" as I looked at the plate of food. Not wanting to refuse her kindness, I dove into the food. I tried to use my manners, but hunger overrode that sense and I was well onto my third helping before I was full, something I hadn't been for awhile. As I finished, I used the sleeve of my cloak to wipe the crumbs and mess from my mouth.

"My, my. You sure were hungry." Said the wife with a smile.

"Well…it's been a long time since I've had anything like this to eat." I took a drink from my glass of water as I decided what to do next. These people had not only tended to my wounds, they had also given me a place to stay and something to eat. I couldn't just leave…

As I tried to figure out what to do next, the husband spoke up. "You must have been through some rough times. What happened to you?" He realised too late the mistake he had made.

I remained silent as he asked this question. Slowly, the wife walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder, causing me to look up.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to. We just want you to know that you can stay here as long as you want."

I tried to show a smile at her kindness, but I still had a lot of things to think about. I just sat there as she gather up all the dishes to put in the sink. After a few minutes of just sitting there, I heard the man walk out the door. Looking out the window, I saw the man chopping some firewood in the front yard. I needed something to take my mind off what had happened, so I decided to help him.

Slowly getting up, I made my way to the front door. Walking out, I raised my arm to shield my eyes from the bright sun. He noticed me as I walked towards him and stopped cutting the wood to talk to me.

"Come to get some air?"

"Ya…" I quickly replied.

"Look…I'm sorry for what I said. It's none of my business on what you're going through. But…I don't even know your name."

"Silas. It's Silas."

"Well…Silas, I'm John." He extended his hand in handshake gesture. I was reluctant to, but I slowly reached out and shook his hand. Once that was taken care of, he went right back to cutting wood.

"Need any help? It's the least I can do for the kindness you've shown me."

"Are you sure you can wield an axe with your bad arm?" Ignoring him, I picked up the spare axe with my free hand. Placing a log upright, I brought the axe down in one, quick motion, slicing straight through the piece of wood.

"…I think I can manage." He was speechless for a moment, as most people would need to use both arms to wield an axe like that. Not even refusing my help, he went right back to cutting wood, with my help.

After almost a half-hour, we had cut a huge supply of wood, maybe enough for several months. The only problem was…that the wood was now in a huge pile and would take several trips just to get it to the shed in the back of the house.

"Got any ideas Silas?"

"One." Raising my right arm, I directed it towards the pile of wood. My once red eyes took on a bluish glow as I prepared my Psychic move. A blue aura surrounded me as a wave of psychic energy shot towards the pile.

The wood suddenly became surrounded by a blue aura identical to mine. Raising my arm, the wood started to slowly float off the ground, following the motion of my hand. Moving my arm to the side, the wood started to float towards the back of the house.

Like a conductor, I directed the wood towards the back of my hands. With a quick wave of my hand, the wood suddenly started to pile up, until they were all stacked in a neat pile by the shed. The blue aura disappeared as I let up on the psychic energy.

"Will that do?"

"That'll…do just fine. Nice work."

"Thanks…" I turned to leave. I had to get out of here before the hunters came back! But before I had even taken three steps, John stopped me.

"Wait! Before you go, I want to show you something you should see."

"No, no. I couldn't. You've done enough for me."

"Nonsense! Come on!" Without another word, he started walking towards the forest. Not knowing what else to do, I decided to follow him.

He seemed to know this forest like the back of his hand, as he took each path without a second thought. As I followed behind him, a stray branch snagged on my hood, yanking it off my head. My cloak was in disarray, torn in different places and covered in dirt and mud. If I only knew how to fix it…

"Well, here we are!" exclaimed John suddenly. As he parted a pair of branches, I gasped at what I saw. He had brought me to a cliff that over looked the nearby forest and mountain. The forest seemed to shine in the light of the sun and the snow on the mountain seemed to sparkle. I looked like something out of a painting.

"W…wow…" I had never seen anything so beautiful before in my life.

"Beautiful isn't it? I always find that coming up here always gives me a sense of calmness."

"Yes…" Suddenly, I senses something odd. Like I had…seen this before…

Joe sensed something was wrong and asked, "Is something wrong Silas?"

"It's nothing. Just…I get a strange sense of Déjà vu from this. Like, I've seen this exact scenery befor….AHHHH!" Once again, pain shot into my head as images flooded into my mind. I fell to my knees, as the pain became almost unbearable.

"Silas! What's wrong?" John rushed to my side, trying to help me. Suddenly, the world around me started to change, as the images started to play themselves out infront of my eyes.

Like before, I was running. My memories always seemed to involve me running from something. Again, I was running through a forest, but I saw light streaming through the gaps between the trees.

I heard the sounds of footsteps behind me and the sound of someone yelling. I heard at least three, no, four guys tailing me. As I continued racing, I tripped over a stray root. As I hit the ground, my sleeve slid off my arm. I looked up to see my arm covered in blood, so much blood that my armour was almost stained red.

Not even seeming to be phased by the huge patch of blood on my arm, I quickly picked myself up and continued running. As I raced past the rows and rows of trees, I heard the sound of a gunshot ring through the trees. Several more shots of gunfire accompanied it.

After several more minutes of running, I saw an opening in-between the trees. I didn't know what was beyond it, but I decided to take my chances. With a burst of speed, I broke out through the opening in the trees, stopping abruptly as I looked at what lay before me.

I was looking over a huge cliff, standing over a huge forest. I heard the sound of water running and looked over to see the stream I had been following running off the edge, becoming a full-blown waterfall. I was about to turn around, when I heard the sound of rustling leaves.

I turned to see several Rocket grunts standing before me, each holding some kind of strange weapon. They were blocking my path, making sure I had nowhere to run. One of the grunts, the head grunt, stepped towards me.

"Project M36, give up. There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. If you come back with us peacefully, we might cut your experiment time to almost half. What do you say, M36?"

I clenched my fists as an unknown anger started to boil up inside of me. I hated this guy, I wanted him dead!

"My name is Silas…" I said under my breath.

"Excuse me?" he responded.

I said nothing for a moment, before I repeated in a booming voice, "MY NAME IS SILAS!!!" My rage could no longer be contained, as I charged towards them. I bared my claws as they raised their weapons, both of us were ready to take out the other…

The images suddenly stopped. Sweat was dripping down my face as I tried to use my arms to support myself. John was beside me, worried.

"Silas…are you okay?"

I was panting as I tried to answer his question. "Yes…I'm…fine…" Who was I fooling? I was far from all right! I had been standing by a cliff, looking out at the great view and I had suddenly screamed and fell to the ground!

"Silas…what was that?"

"I think…I think I'll take you up on your offer to stay. At least for a little while..."He seemed to smile at my decision.

"Alright. Let me help you up first." He reached out with his hand, which I grabbed onto. With his help, I was able to get up, even though I still had a slight headache from the sudden rush if images. With more questions filling my head, we started are walk through the forest, back to the house.