Hello people, sorry for the long wait on this, I got stuck with extra hours at my college radio station because some of the other DJ's got sick. WHY DO I GO TO COLLEGE SO CLOSE TO HOME!

Anyways, it was a tough decision, but I finally figured out how I'm going to do this so it makes sense…to me anyways. So, here are my major P.O.V's. (don't be disappointed if you don't make it, you're still important, this is just to prevent character overload)

Nathan Morrison (le Roach)-rock

Erica Paulson (Xinsert name hereX)-fighting

Gerard Renning (ArchShadow24)-ghost

Jenna Belle (ICKitsune)-ice

Michka Morre (FiammaJoule)-ground

Again, the order means nothing in terms of importance, that's just how I was reading them off of the list. If you didn't make it, fear not, you might still get a P.O.V every now and then, but these are you're main story tellers. (This was based completely off of me wanting a variety of personalities, not whether or not I liked you're character.)

And now that we're done with the part that everyone skips anyways, we begin with…well…you'll see.

ADALANTE!

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Nathan P.O.V

Running…

Even though I've never really enjoyed it, I can't deny that I have a certain talent for it. I always seemed to be faster then everyone else without really trying. I thought it was because of my powers when I first realized I had them, but then again, I don't see how being part "rock type" would increase my speed in any way. In fact, given the speed of normal rock types, I should be pretty damn slow.

So as I was running as quickly as possible through an uncharted forest, hopefully towards Olivine city, I had to question why I was so good at it.

…but I was painfully reminded as a bullet ricocheted off of my impervious skull.

It's because I was always running away from something. That burst of adrenaline you get when you know someone is chasing you. That extra motivation, knowing that if they catch you, you're done for.

In elementary school, it was bullies. In high school, it was a gang I managed piss off on my first day. Now, as twenty-two year old community college drop out, I was running from the government.

At least…I think I am. That would be the only explanation as to how they could chase me clear across four regions and never manage to disturb anyone but me.

I've been caught in shoot outs, leveled entire buildings, and caused enormous rockslides all in my attempt to shake them off my trail, yet I never hear anything on the news about it. If this was a terrorist organization or some kind of underground group that was after me, the media would be all over it, yet everything keeps getting covered up.

Then again, what do I know? I'm just a D-student who was flunking out of college before the ball of shit that is my life, hit the fan.

Another gun shot rang out and a bullet tried to pierce my shoulder, but even though it pierced my skin, it stopped as soon as it hit my shoulder blade. Although it stopped the brunt of the impact, it still hurt like hell.

I grunted, knowing that eventually they'd hit a spot that wasn't protected by my unbreakable bones. I had to fight back, here and now.

Without thinking, I took cover behind a tree and pulled a small revolver out of my pocket. To be honest, I can't remember where I even came across this weapon, but I've never actually had to fire it before.

…I guess there's a first time for everything.

I heard them approaching as leaves crunched under their footsteps. Last time I checked there was only two of them, but I wouldn't dare make that kind of assumption.

I poked my head out to get a visual, but they immediately noticed me and started taking pot shots. I ducked and quickly sprinted to a new hiding spot, rolling behind a log on the ground.

There were still only two of them…I had to make this quick.

I stood and ran from my cover, not really aiming all that much, and fired three bullets, One of which was lucky enough to pierce the chest of one of my assailants. The other, a man dressed in black clothing with shaggy blonde hair, wasted no time in running in for close combat.

He used a roundhouse kick to knock the gun out of my hand and then followed up with a punch to my face. This, however, completely backfired, as he might as well had tried to punch a brick wall.

He may have made my nose bleed, but as I heard a sickening crack, I knew that he had just broken his hand. He stumbled backward, shocked by the pain he had just received, so I took the advantage to headbutt him.

Again, I heard a crunch as my attack made contact and he fell limply to the ground. His nose was shattered, but I think that was the least of his worries, as he probably had a fractured skull and a concussion to go with it.

I rubbed the spot where our heads made contact.

In retrospect, that was a really dumb idea. I mean, my bones may be indestructible, but that doesn't mean I don't feel every bit as much pain as normal people. There was going to be a bruise there later for sure.

Finding my gun amongst the scattered leaves, I shoved it back into the pocket of my black sweatshirt pulled my hood back up to hide the blood from that bullet from earlier. The one that hit my shoulder was still showing, but I'm sure it didn't bleed nearly as much as a head wound.

Looking at the dead bodies on the ground, I figured that no one ever came out here anyways, so it was fine to just leave them there.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I began walking casually away from the gruesome murders I had just committed. By now, I was unaffected by all this crap, which made me feel both relieved and disgusted.

Relieved because I was finally able to cope with that part of my new life, and disgusted at how much I've let these people change me.

If someone told me five years ago that I'd be living in a forest, living off of berries and whatever pokémon my ninetales managed to catch…there was the slightest chance I might have believed you.

What can I say, it seemed like my life was heading down the shitter before all of this happened anyways, I might as well have gone the full nine yards about it.

However, I never imagined I would have the resolve to actually kill someone. But hey, survival is survival, and if people were trying to kill me, I was more than obligated to fight back.

Still, I have to wonder what life would be like without these stupid powers. I never asked for them, never wanted them, and if I could find some way to get rid of them, I would do it in a heartbeat. They've caused me nothing but trouble.

Although I guess I can't be complaining much now…They've been saving my ass ever since I've had them.

I vaguely remembered the first time I had defied death. A man jumped me on my way home from school during senior year; Held a gun to my head and told me to give him all of my money. I told him I didn't have any, but he called me a liar and pulled the trigger. The blast knocked me to the ground and damn near shattered my right ear drum, but after seeing that I survived a bullet to the head, he took off running, screaming his head off all the way.

I tried to keep it a secret, but I guess word eventually spread, because three years later, I had people coming after me, trying to abduct me. Now, they have long since stopped trying to take me alive (With a damn good reason), and I was stuck hiding in the woods.

…That is, until they recently found me…

My last hope was to get out of the region, start a new life in Kanto, and pretend like none of this ever happened, which is why I was heading to Olivine City. I could board the ship there, forget all the shit that happened and be on my merry way...for a few years at least, then they'd probably find me again and I'd be back on the run, but hey, let's try to look on the bright side for once.

Although, I'm not even sure if I was heading in the right direction anymore. My Pokegear didn't exactly work all the way out here, what with no one living out here and all. Still, out of some false sense of hope, I opened it up to see if I could get a signal.

But to my surprise, there actually was one. An extremely weak one, yes, but the fact that I was picking something up all the way out here was just astounding.

What's more, the more I walked in the direction I was heading, the stronger it got. There was no way I could be close enough to the city to be picking up on somebody's Wi-Fi, so how the hell was I getting a signal out here.

Having piqued my curiosity, I followed it. I slowly picked up speed as I got closer and closer to the source, to the point that I was at a brisk jog when I finally found it. Shoving past a particularly annoying clump of branches, I stumbled out into a clearing where I found the source.

There was a small, but rather nice looking cottage placed smack dab in the middle of nowhere, which was interesting as to why someone would build one way out here, but not nearly as interesting as the owner was. Reclining on a lawn chair, was one of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen with a large smile on her face.

…or, at least I think she was beautiful. I haven't exactly seen one in a year or so, so maybe that's just me blowing things out of proportion. She had long, flowing blonde hair that hung freely down to the middle of her back. Her outfit, to put it as none perverted as possible, didn't leave much to the imagination. She wore black short-shorts with a matching black tube top with a…oh crap…what's that weird bluish green color again? Teal? Yeah, teal. A teal jacket that looked too tight to be comfortable.

However, it wasn't the girl's attractiveness that had caught my attention, it was the girl's shinx.

It couldn't have been very old, maybe a few years, or at least, still a pup. It was laughing and giggling away, which at first brought a smile to my face before I realized what was happening.

…it was floating… hovering in mid-air and drifting back and forth in front of the girl as she swished her hands from side to side, which, by the way, were glowing a bright bluish color.

I may not be very bright, but it doesn't take a genius to figure out she was the one doing it. Part of me wanted to turn around and forget I had ever seen it, but another part wouldn't let me.

On one hand…she was like me. Someone else who had weird, seemingly unexplainable powers…I couldn't just walk away from that, could I? I mean…what are the chances I would ever find anyone else.

On the other hand…she seemed to be even less intelligent then I, which, trust me, is saying something huge. How could she just sit there and use her abilities in broad daylight like it was no big deal, whatsoever? How could anyone be that careless?

As I stood there deliberating, my decision was made for me. She finally noticed me and froze like a deerling in the headlights, letting the shinx drop into her lap. I could hardly blame her. If some guy with horribly tattered clothing and blood gushing from his nose suddenly stumbled into my backyard and saw me using special powers to levitate a pokemon...well...do I even really need to finish that sentence?

We locked eyes for what seemed like an eternity, not sure of what the other one was going to do. It didn't seem like she was worried though, but rather she just stared at me blankly, waiting for my reaction. Feeling I should say something, I just said the first thing that came to mind.

"Um…hi?"

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BWAH! CLIFFHANGER! Sorry for a short chapter, but like I said, I've been stuck with work and I needed to put something out. This is about a third of what I intended the first chapter to be, but I'll finish the rest of it in the next chapter, and then, we switch to Sinnoh for a bit.

Le Roach and Your Broski, if you guys have anything to say about the way I'm portraying you're characters in this or the next chapter, please let me know, and I'll fix it by the time I come around to your characters again.

Anyways, I'm done here, PEACE OUT!