A black feather fell from the sky when a murder of honchkrow flew past overhead. It was said that if a honchkrow flies above, you fall into an emotional state that left you making unconsciously horrible out of personality decisions. They weren't lying.

I spotted Jackal in front of me taking on six machoke at the same time in a boxing stance. He dodged to the left, avoiding a punch by a landslide, then roundhouse kicked the attacking machoke in front of him, knocking it out he then proceeded to break another machoke's arm in a tight hold, it hollered in pain then fainted; and then there were four left. He kicked a machoke in the knee putting it to the floor, stomped it on the skull and the neck, but the fighter wasn't over yet, it rolled over, got up on it's good leg and tried to dropkick my canine fighter, who nimbly twisted to the left and watched the machoke hit the ground on its side, Jackal then ducked and stabbed the machoke's side and with his newly formed spike hand. The remaining three fell easily within seconds. They all went down to multiple karate chops to major pressure points in their necks.

I slow clapped for him as he strutted towards me with confidence in his abilities; as a now fully evolved lucario, who walked untouched from his fight against six Pokémon of which had an advantage to him. The newly evolved Jackal appearance changed only subtly from when he was a riolu, he now had a white section of fur on his chest which was thicker and shaggier than the rest of him; it was reminiscent of a vest. That part of a lucario's fur is valued by various police forces around the world that used the fleece a fabric for aramid bulletproof clothing that officers wear. The metal plating he touted as a puppy was now reinforced platinum knife-like claws that could cut through solid rock with ease. He had grown from his former appearance into a mature fighter of great skill and focus. My starters' species was legendary for their skills and attributes rivaled by none other. I know it's impressive, but save your applause. You're making me blush. The lucario waved his hand sarcastically.

His temperament changed definitely ever since he evolved, he had transformed from a cute shy kicked puppy to a confident asshole of a wolf.

Just then a black feather fell into my lap when a murkrow soared above me.

"Why are you suddenly acting all badass like that Jack?" I asked with a frown. That wasn't like him, I thought.

Well I can't be a pup forever, ya'know? He replied with a completely different tone.

"But aren't lucario's supposed to never disrespect their trainers, for their loyalty shows no bounds?" I said sarcastically. I wasn't serious, but not expecting his response. I got quickly defensive when he said something.

Not everyone's a pet SIR. The only reason I even spoke to you as a riolu is because the puppy routine worked on the last guy just fine. He grinned with narrow eyes. The sneaky lucario was anticipating my angry reply.

"Wait what did you say?" I pestered. I knew what he said, but the disbelief I had fueled me, I forced him to fill me in on his past dirt.

I know you heard me. I can hear your thoughts or did you forget Ace? It felt weird hearing him say my name like that in such a low tone.

"What did you do to your trainer?" I narrowed my eyes while frowning. I slowly came to a realization, Who would release a riolu? I flashed back to the police station. Who would release a riolu indeed…?

Oh you're a smart pup aren't you? His accent changed from a light voiced gentleman, to a silver tongued devil as he mocked my words I said a few days before. Yeah sorry I'm not exactly who I say I am. No traina' would make the stupid decision to give up a Riolu for Arceus sakes let alone abuse one. A riolu on the other hand, who was close to evolving, would be able to quickly get rid of a trainer or even kill one if he wanted to. Which is exactly what I did, I used him to train me, dine me and teach me ways to pull all breeds of rabbit out my ass. Like this one." He demonstrated his fist glaciating over. Visibly cooling the air around him to below freezing levels it faded however a few seconds later, leaving no traces of the move in sight.

"You could do that the whole ti-" I tried to talk but was interrupted by Jack.

Neat huh? It took me awhile to get that one down. He kept going. You're probably wondering 'oh but riolu are supposed to evolve when exposed to large amounts of love they are creatures of peace' Blah, blah, blah. He interrupted himself. I actually know for a fact that you're thinking that because I am basically a psychic, but first let's debunk that first theory of yours real quick, NO FIGHTING TYPE IS PEACEFUL! His voice echoed in my brain causing an irritating sensation in my head. No matter what you say, I just broke my foot off in a machoke's ass a while ago so there's your evidence right there peach.He said pointing to the unconscious bodies of said fighters in the distance. I own you not the other way around and I'll keep you till I get a sufficient amount of gain from you. Then the world will say bye to Mister Ace Ferry for good. We were both face to face. At equal height his mere presence was intimidating enough, but I was no one's dog.

I pulled back and gave him a left hook that hit him square in the nose and as he pulled his hand back to smack me I fished out his pokeball and returned him. I stared at the sky thinking. How would I get through this? I thought for a while, and then an idea struck.

I'll just try to find a strong trainer to trade with for a better Pokémon. Who would refuse Jackal? I thought I could trick them into taking him and give me a powerful Pokémon like a Dragonite or a Sceptile: okay I doubted I would get the former, but there was room for hope at the time.

A large shadow swooped overhead; I looked up and spotted a purple blur with wings fluttering in and out of the sky occasionally diving inches close to the water at the bottom of the small mountain I was on, but the owner of the winged marvel wasn't screaming or crying in any way. She was actually cheering for the crobat to do more tricks. It could not get more dangerous when the bat dove straight for the ground and elegantly glided up to me and over my body while simultaneously flipping and twirling in the air. However the bat came to a stop few feet from the ground with its trainer on top of it.

"He likes to just cruise, you know? No matter how much I tell him he can do what he wants in the air, he's always so worried about me, you know?" she asked while giggling.

Crobat were some of the fastest and most agile flying Pokémon you could get your hands on. Its body was covered in lavender fur (colored that shade because of the large amounts of toxins its body carries.) smoothed to its skin and shined by the oil and sweat from the colossal winged Pokémon's skin. Weighing in at nearly two hundred pounds a finely raised crobat could carry more than seventy-five percent of its own body weight, though it slows significantly when carrying more than one hundred and fifty pounds. Due to the commonness of the zubat; which is a crobats baby form, many young trainers refuse to catch it for the reason of it being too weak, which in of itself was an ignorant statement. Crobat is one of the most powerful poison types of all time solidifying its place on the team of Pokémon trainers everywhere. So fuck what you heard.

"Do I know you?" The matured woman asked, while waiting for my answer, she sent out a granbull and called back the crobat. "COME ON BACK ALUCARD!" she absorbed the bat into its pokeball. The girl's hair was cut into a small bob cut exposing her plain tanned face that dawned a small scar above her left eyebrow that looked as if it were burned to her face. The scared face woman had a simple outfit with a long sleeved shirt under her leather jacket with a fur hood made of expensive mareep fleece. Black combat pants and boots completed her look semi-military ruggedness while still looking refined. I guessed that she was around early to mid-forties.

"I don't know, but you seem a bit familiar..." then it struck me. "You're the girl from the center aren't you?" I whispered not wanting anyone to hear me. If this was the same lady, then that meant she was on the run to.

She squinted her eyes at me. With the granbull by her side growling fiercely at me, I backed away preparing for an attack.

"Your riolu?" She questioned tilting her head. "Where is it?" The granbull stalked towards me no longer growling, but sniffing curiously at me, eventually getting to my belt with the one poke ball containing Jackal.

"Oh he's in his pokeball right now he's been, huh, training all day and I wanted to let him rest."

"Don't touch th-" The granbull grabbed the ball in his mouth, dropped it on the ground. It bursted open, sending me and the pink bulldog both back with the intensity of a grenade.

The angry lucario growled and snapped it head over to me then dashed at me like a hurricane. But the granbull was on it, fangs burning while he bit and rang out the lucario with his teeth. Sending the lucario into intense pain. Crying, wailing and gargling the bile in his mouth as he screamed bloody murder. "STOP, STOP PLEASE STOP YOU BITCH!" He yelled eyes tearing up. I knew it wasn't as bad as he was making it out, but the fact he was never really attacked by anything stronger than him made Jackal sensitive to foreign, league quality attacks that could potentially one hit KO him.

"Slow it up granbull!" The pink dog's trainer ordered strictly. It responded by putting the half dead out of breath lucario on the ground.

"You fucker..." he whispered painfully to me, I remember feeling bad for his pain, but only a bit as that lucario was a mean little shit.

"Listen here." I ordered, immediately taking control of the situation. "I don't care if you don't like me, I don't care if you hate me, but I will tell you this. I might help you get stronger, I might even take you to the elite four so their Pokémon can eat you alive, but if you so much as touch me and I don't like it, I will not hesitate to burn you alive, like that granbull did." I added the last part for intimidation effect which did absolutely nothing to get Jackal to back down.

"Whelp," he said coughing up small bits of blood. He smiled "you really think you could kill a lucario that easily? You dumbass, I could break every bone in your body and shove a pokeball up your ass." He threatened.

I pulled out can of spray deodorant and a lighter I had brought on my journey and lite the lighter in front of the deodorizer, pressed the spray button and a string of flames came from the can; lighting the lucario's right side on fire. He would heal, his species is known for their abilities in that aspect.

"Not to tell you how to raise your Pokémon, but was that necessary?" she questioned my motives past the lucario's screams of pain.

"Trust me you would do the same if you were in my predicament." I answered loudly.

"No, that's not the only way to deal with an unruly Pokémon." She frowned while walking away into a cave to the far east of me.

"Hey you don't know Jackal the way I do so shut up." I called to what I thought was an ignorant woman.

"No I will not." She turned around to face anger on her expression. "From the looks of it you're just exerting your power! I just saw you burn a scar onto your lucario and when my granbull attacked it you didn't even make an ATTEMPT to stop it." She continued. "Did that lucario attempt to hur-"

"Fuck you, he tried to become my trainer and after I took him in, all he did was admit that he was just gonna leech off of me. I refuse to be his trainer if it means I must treat that dog like a king. If you ask me, that bastard doesn't deserve any better." I said angrily and more abusive than I meant to sound, but I didn't care. She made it seem like she knew everything about the situation when she didn't know shit.

"Go to hell, I swear you are nothing but another violent trainer. What do you do for your Pokémon? What is the whole reason they were breed to be here? To help humans!" she answered herself. "We feed them, give them shelter and make them stronger than they would ever be in the wild. In return they can give us company, hunt for us and provide protection. Our bond," she wrapped an arm around her granbulls body. "Is not one that is explained by one of us 'leeching' off of the other, it is more than just that. It is of mutual gain for the both of us." The veteran trainer finished making her way into the cave in front of us on the outskirts of the meadow.

"Even if you treat that lucario like trash he'd still follow into the depths because that's what they do, they would never shatter the loyalty between trainer and pokémon." She calmed down into a quiet, near whisper voice.

I was dumbstruck on how emotional she changed my views on pokémon that day. I no longer thought that a pokémon would just right off of the bat and love you; I now knew that if you treat it right it will do anything for you, even if it meant risking its own life. That was the most powerful bond, the bond between friends in battle.

"Hey what is your name?" I asked the lady.

"I'm Shosanna Knightly, runner up for 4th place in the 300th Johto League championship."