OK, here's the other part of the first chapter, turned into a completely different chapter.

Also, I have to admit, I made a bit of a mistake and I'd like to thank Le Roach for pointing it out in a PM rather than a review. I screwed up the age of his character. It's been fixed and will be stated again within the chapter. I apologize and promise to be more organized.

ADALANTE!

Ch 2: Nate Morrison vs. the world

Nathan Morrison P.O.V

You know…when I accidentally stumbled onto another person with abilities like mine, my pessimistic mind came up with plenty of possible reactions.

My first thought was that she was going to run, in which case, I would have just chased after her and eventually caught her.

My second thought was that she would have attacked me for seeing her using her abilities. After all, she can't have someone spreading the word that she can levitate pokémon. She'd end up just like me.

My third thought was that she'd scream or yell at me or something of that nature.

However, there were also a lot of reactions I didn't anticipate.

I did not expect her to invite me into her home. I did not expect her to grab a roll of paper towels for the blood that was still dripping from my nose or that she'd offer me something to drink. I did not expect to be letting my poochyena, Arif, out of her ball so she could play with the girl's shinx, and I did not expect that I'd be sipping coffee on her back porch while we casually try to make small talk.

Yet, there I was, sitting on her patio furniture, holding a wad of paper to my nose and chugging down a cup of joe while our pokémon wrestled in the grass.

I wanted to say something, seeing as how we were avoiding the really important issue here, but this was my first cup of coffee in what seemed like forever, so I was going to savor every last moment of it.

Being that I was wrapped up in my drink, she started the conversation. "I'm sorry, what did you say your name was again?"

I set the now empty mug on the table in front of us and cleared my throat. "I actually didn't, but my name is Nathan, Nathan Morrison and you?"

She smiled a bit. "My name is Samantha Rizzo, but everyone just calls me Sami. If you don't mind me asking, what are you doing all the way out here?"

"I was camping a bit deeper in the forest and I got a little lost." I said, specifically leaving out how long I've been out here and why I got lost in the first place. Something tells me she wouldn't react too kindly to me living in a tent for over a year or the fact that I had just killed two men not too far from her home.

"So…how'd you get that bloody nose?" She inquired further.

"I hit my head." I stated, once again leaving out the important bits of info.

She gave a slight nod, showing she understood, and started taking small sips of her coffee.

I blinked in disbelief. Were we really just going to forget this so quickly?

…no…I wouldn't allow it. I needed some answers.

"Um…you know I saw you, right?"

She tilted her head, as if confused. "Excuse me?"

I shook my head. "Don't pretend like you didn't notice. I saw you giving your shinx a little flying lesson, and I know what you are."

She nodded. "Oh…right." She simply stated before taking another sip of coffee.

I blinked in disbelief. "Well…don't you see that as a bit of a problem?"

"Are you going to tell anyone?" She asked.

"I…er…no."

"Well then, problem solved. Now let's tackle something bigger, like world hunger." She said with a giggle.

I shook my head, laughing despite the awkwardness of this conversation. She was a little bit of an airhead. However, while something like this would normally drive me insane, her cheerful personality kind of balanced it out.

"So, what type are you, anyway?" I inquired further. "Psychic?"

She shook her head. "Nope, flying. I was using wind, not my brain."

…well I think it was pretty damn obvious you weren't using your brain, Sami. I thought to myself whilst biting my tongue. I had a bad habit of making inner monologue, outer monologue, and I was trying really hard not to do that right now; wouldn't want to make enemies with the one other person who was as weird as I was.

"Well, it was the first thing that came to mind." I defended. "I'm a rock type, myself."

She gasped and looked at me, wide-eyed. "You're one too?"

I blinked in disbelief. Ok…I take it back…she's a lot a bit of an airhead. I mean, I know that I'm not smart either, but at least I have enough common sense to draw logical conclusions.

"If I wasn't one, I'd either be running away screaming or trying to kill you." I stated bluntly.

She looked up to the sky as if thinking really hard about something. "Yeah, I guess that would make sense, wouldn't it?"

…must resist urge to facepalm…

My jaw tightened its hold on my tongue, silencing it from letting out any snarky comments. Instead, I looked up to the sky with her. It was getting dark out, and soon the woods would be pitch black, if I wasn't going to make it to Olivine today, I at least needed to set up camp.

"You can stay here for the night, if you want." She said with a small smile.

"Huh?" I asked.

"It's getting late and this place gets a bit dangerous at night. If you need a place to stay the night, I've got a pretty comfortable couch" She stated as she stood up and stretched out.

"Well…uh…thanks."

She tilted her head in confusion, picking up on my discomfort. "Something wrong?"

Yes…Sami…a lot of things are wrong, but let's start with the question that's most forefront of my mind.

"Well…it's just…not many people would invite a complete stranger to stay the night."

She only smirked. "You're not a complete stranger, you're Nathan Morrison."

I groaned at her poor attempt at humor. "You know what I mean."

"Well, you don't seem like a bad guy, and if anything goes wrong, I always have him watching my back." She told me as she pointed up to her roof.

I followed her finger with my eyes and did a double take. Asleep on the top of her house, was an enormous skarmory.

…how the hell did I miss that?

"Well…alright then."

She moved to head inside. "Make yourself at home, 'kay. I'm going to take a shower."

She walked inside, calling her shinx in after her, and then closed the door, leaving me on the porch to contemplate.

Arif, seeing her playmate had vanished, took a running leap into my lap and pawed at my chest. I gave a small smile and scratched her behind the ears.

"Find a new friend, did you?"

She licked at my finger tips, either to tell me yes or to clean the residue of coffee off of my hand. I assumed it was the former.

"Well don't get used to it, ok? We're only staying here one night." I told her, eliciting a small whimper from the tiny wolf.

"Don't give me that. She has a perfectly normal life at the moment and I'm not putting her at risk just so I can take advantage of her hospitality." I explained as I turned back to look at her through the sliding glass door.

I immediately rolled my eyes, she had just washed her hands and seeing that they were glowing again, I could only guess she was using her powers to dry them. "Although she seems to be doing a pretty good job of that herself…" I added.

Arif vaulted up onto my shoulder to see what I was talking about. Upon seeing her, she turned to me with a raised eyebrow. I was no expert in translation, but this time I could clearly tell she was asking, "Is she stupid, or something?"

I chuckled a bit and patted her head. "Yep…with a capitol S and two O's."

It had been three hours since I was invited into my fellow freaks home, and frankly, they've been pretty uneventful, yet at the same time, they've been the best three hours I've had since I've been on the run.

It truly is amazing what people take for granted these days. Television, furniture, heating, the company of a fellow human, showers…oh sweet Arceus, the shower!

Chatting with Sami and watching re-runs of The Office didn't have anything on getting a hot shower. No offense to her or the actors, but after bathing in a creek that was colder than the final circle of hell for who knows how fucking long, a spigot spouting hot water was pure ecstasy.

A third of my time was spent in there, as I was determined to use every last drop of hot water. The rest of my time, as stated, was spent observing my fellow freak of nature and watching re-runs.

Now, I know two things.

One…They should have never gotten rid of Steve Carrel on The Office.

Two, Sami was possibly the biggest stereotyped blonde I have ever met in my life. She spent most of her time trying to get her hair "just the way she likes it." And spent at least an hour in front of a mirror brushing her hair, even rewetting it a few times when it "didn't set right". Why would she even go through that much trouble with her hair so close to bed? It's just going to be a mess in the morning.

…which brings us to the next stereotype. She was, to put it lightly, not the sharpest tool in the shed. I know that I'm not really one to talk, but she was just…wow. It's not that she's unintelligent, just horribly, horribly naïve. No common sense whatsoever.

And the cherry on top of this profiling sundae…she was smokin' hot…wait…is it even legal for me to think that?

I sat up on the couch. "Hey Sami, just out of curiosity, how old are you?"

"Nineteen." She replied as she sat down on her recliner. I nodded as I plopped my head back down and angled myself toward the TV.

She's nineteen, I'm twenty-two…yep, it's legal…not that I'd actually do anything, but hey, I can notice, can't I.

But regardless of my semi-perverted thoughts, it was really nice to have someone to talk to again. I ended up letting out Inara, my ninetales, and we were all going to sit down and watch a movie…well minus the skarmory on the roof, but I doubt it could even fit in here.

She turned to me as she got up to make popcorn. "I don't have many movies. Is Inception ok?"

I shrugged, "Hell if I know, what's it even about?"

I waited for an answer, but didn't get one, so I propped myself up to see what she was doing.

She just stared at me blankly, mouth hanging wide open. "You don't know what Inception is…what do you live under a rock?"

…ouch…ok, apparently I'm not up to date on pop culture. What do you want from me? I've been on the run for…what, two years? Probably more than that by now.

"I'm not all that into movies.' I lied.

I heard a few beeps as she started up the microwave and she leapt over the couch, diving for the DVD player and scaring me half to death in the process.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"We're watching Inception…now!"

"I…uh…ok."

She popped in the disk, ran back for the freshly made popcorn, and jumped back in her chair as her shinx jumped into her lap.

At the same time, Arif came out of nowhere and curled up next to me while Inara lay down on the floor in front of the couch. All this time, Sami was grinning like an idiot.

…but seriously, how good could this movie possibly be.

…oh…my…fucking…GOD!

...and here I thought Hollywood would never make another watchable movie again, but that was amazing!

I looked to Sami to discuss the ending, but she and her shinx were both snoozing in the recliner. Just seeing her asleep elicited a yawn from me. I guess it was pretty late.

Inara and Arif both looked at me. I knew they wouldn't sleep until I was asleep…some sort of pokémon thing, making sure I'm safe, or whatever. Whatever the case, I knew it was because they cared, and it made no difference to me.

I scooted off of the couch and moved down to the carpeted floor. The couch was much too soft for my taste after being conditioned to live in a tent. Arif curled up on my chest once more and Inara draped her tails over me in a makeshift blanket. I snuggled up closer to her as she rested her head on my shoulder.

We were always a family like this, even before I was forced into hiding and while the scenery may change, it was always the same. Us versus the world, no one else to count on.

I looked toward Sami at that last thought. I should probably leave before she wakes up…just in case. No matter how nice she was to me today, I had to remind myself that I can't get too close. She may not be my enemy, but she can't be my ally...not while she still held on to this normal life.

I pulled Inara a bit closer and scratched Arif behind her ears one more time.

…Us versus the world…no one else…that's the life that has been decided for me based on powers outside of my control…but oddly, as I was cuddled up next to my girls…I couldn't care less.

Ok, no more cliffhanger, and we'll be picking up with one of the Sinnoh P.O.V's when we continue. But in the meantime, I think I have to write a chapter for my other story, Arcana Chronicles. It's been a few months and I've recently come across a bit of inspiration, so if you like magic, pokémon, and Lucario's living in your head, check it out.

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