Ewww I re-read my first chapter and it was all gross.

" the shadowy Pokemon had melted into the shadows again"

Really, Puzzled? I mean, really? How could I not catch that.

Sorry for the lateness stuff. Lol I didn't proofread this wat.

Help … Me …

The Alakazam's weak psychic transmissions reached nobody in the sprawling forest. As he tumbled over logs and boulders, tearing open his golden flesh, the beast behind him picked up its pace and snarled with such ferocity that the Psychic Pokemon could feel flecks of saliva spray onto the back of his ankles.

Please! Somebody! Anybody! Help –

Before the Alakazam's pleads for help could be realized or even noticed, though, the beast let out an almighty roar and pounced.

Allison observed the television, eyes serious and arms crossed. There was a small cluster of people gathered around her, all of them with their attentions trained on the sweaty-looking, out-of-breath ditzy blonde news reporter.

"I'm coming live from the Safari Park in Johto, where all of the Park's Pokemon have begun rampaging! Pokemon experts are at a loss to explain what is going on – here you can see a Tauros – eep! Sorry, that was a little too close."

The audience let out a collective sigh of relief as the news reporter dodged sharply to the left, dragging the camera-person along with him. Fixing his blond hair, the reporter went back to covering the happenings. As the knot of people murmured amongst themselves, a single, alarmingly cheerful voice rang out across the interior of the Pokemon Center.

"Ooh! Allison, quick, come here, look! Look what I got! C'mon, look! Look! Pl –"

Before Dawn could embarrass herself further, Allison was at the smaller girl's side and had clasped a pale hand over her mouth, effectively stifling all noise which tried to come from it. "Sorry. Uncontrollable kids these days, huh?" She managed weakly as an old couple tittered disapprovingly at them.

Dragging Dawn into a corner, Allison leaned forwards and began hissing. "What the hell do you want, kid?"

Dawn laughed, unaffected by the other girl's aggressive behavior. "Look! Some guy traded me a "mystery Pokemon" for the Pokemon egg I found in the forest! Isn't it a great trade? Oh my gosh, I can't believe I actually landed such a terrific deal. It's – "

Eyebrows raising, Allison snatched the brandished Pokeball in Dawn's fist and peered into the translucent hood. "It looks like an Alakazam, but I can't tell .. Good job. That's a good trade," she admitted, tossing the ball back at Dawn, who caught it with surprising accuracy. "But what about those reports on rampaging Tauros in Johto? Have you seen the news?"

Dawn giggled and shrugged, amused and unaffected at the same time. Suddenly, she reverted back to her usual shy self, this excitable side of her eclipsed by her habits. "No, actually. I .. Um… Don't Tauros always rampage? That's sort of what Tauros and Gyarados are known for, right? I mean," she added hastily, catching the disappointed look in Allison's eyes, "I mean, they could be under, ah, mind control or something! Right? But I'm sure it was nothing."

Allison bit back a retort – those Tauros had looked even madder than usual – but it was with difficulty. Heaving her shoulders in a sigh, she nodded and retrieved her Pokemon from an impatient Chansey who had been standing next to the girls for the better part of five minutes and waiting for Allison to take her Pokeballs.

The pink Pokemon strode off with the tray in tow, grumbling and cursing, then smacked a little boy on the bottom with the tray as she passed by. The boy gasped in shock and whipped around; seeing nobody, he gripped his behind and more carefully made his way through the Pokcenter.

Dawn, who was thoroughly entertained by this uncharacteristic display of attitude from a Chansey, nearly didn't catch Allison's next words. "Hey, kid, I'm going to check out the Gym. That's where I'll be." When Dawn didn't respond, Allison left her to her own devices and exited the Pokemon Center.

The sky was getting dark. She felt a twinge of jealousy for Dawn's tremendous luck.

"Code red! Code red!"

"Test subject 324 in Section 21 has escaped! I repeat, test subject 324 in Section 21 has escaped!"

The exclamations and robotic voices which screeched over the PA system cast the research chamber into a flurry of chaotic motion and overwhelming confusion. The only two members who looked calm in this fiasco was a woman with red eyes and a well-groomed man with white hair in a suit.

"I told you this would happen, master," the Darkrai said in an unreadable tone. It was hard to tell if he was mocking, chiding, or merely stating a fact to the woman.

"I know. I should have taken your concerns more seriously. I apologize, Dustin. It is most … Ah .. Unfortunate."

"The other Section Masters shall not be pleased, master."

"I know," the woman responded, sounding terribly bored, "but I'm not the best out of all of them without reason, Dustin. I want you to retrieve her, but don't go out of my sight. Can't you organize a little hunting party and be a dear?"

"Of course, master," the man replied smoothly, his voice softening. The Darkrai's unconcealed blue eye darted about, then he raised his clawed hands – muscles bulging underneath his suit – and let out a dazzling flash of black light. Instantly, the PA systems stopped hooting and everyone in the vicinity paused, hesitant.

"I have ordered Dustin to take care of the matter. Return to your respective chambers, and continue testing. I expect better coordination in the event of a breakout next time … And that means making sure there won't be a next time. Am I understood?" The woman said softly, her voice reaching the ears of all her subordinates. They nodded, looking shaken, then retreated meekly to their labs.

"Go. Capture her. Use – ah, use your own judgment."

"Yes, master. Would using Richard - ?"

"Your own judgment, Dustin!"

"Of course."

The Alakazam slowly opened his eyes. Where …Am I?

Am I dead?

No, this familiar warmth … my Trainer?

It is impossible!

I saw her felled with my own eyes!

He jolted upright, but was restrained by leather straps. White light blinded his vision, and for a moment he was suspended in unadulterated panic. Several glass vials aside him exploded, sending out magnificent cascades of red and blue experimental materials.

"Whoa there buddy, looks like you're awake."

The Psychic Pokemon's eyes glowed white as he fixated his attentions on the speaker. It was a tired, middle-aged man with pink hair. "Pleasure t'meet'cha. I'm Nurse Glee, the only male cousin in the family of Joys." With a chuckle and am amicable smile, the pink-haired man sat down on a wooden chair parallel the Alakazam's bonds. "How are ya? I'm not dense, I know that Psychic Pokemon can speak English and communicate telepathically. You can speak, feller, I'm here to help you."

The Alakazam narrowed his eyes. "I don't – "

Wait. What.

He had spoken.

Out loud.

With a tongue.

Forming human shapes.

Inhismouth.

"I - !"

Allison observed the Gym in front of her with invested interest, her hands curling into fists by her side. Roxanne … today would be the day she defeated her first Hoenn Gym Leader. After traveling Unova and taking the badges of five Leaders, she hopped on a ship to Hoenn and had been roaming rather aimlessly for the past couple of months. But now, thanks to Dawn, she was out of that godforsaken forest and in a city.

Nodding, Allison took a step forwards, then a step back. She must have looked like a real Conkeldurr, pacing back and forth like that. But she was nervous, scared, even – it was going to be her first battle in the Hoenn region with a real person, and Allison had heard (possibly exaggerated, she hoped) tales of the prowess of Hoenn Trainers.

"You can do this," she muttered to herself.

She nodded and gripped the handles to the Gym doors, but was distracted by a sudden loud BOOM!