Amorah quickly piled the clothes into her shoulder bag. Adrenaline pumped through her system as she watched the clock on her table flip to say 12:32 in the morning, the same time her mother left all those years ago. She sighed lowly and slammed the extra pair of jeans into the bag; she looked over to her vanity and froze. He mother's old silver poke ball belt hung from the buckle, the moonlight making it shine. She blew her cheeks out and shrugged on her tight black jeans, tucked in her deep violet tank top and pulled on her cardigan. With slight hesitation she reached for the belt, her fingers closing around the smooth leather as she snaked it through the belt loops and clasped it. She lazily stepped into her combat boots and laced them up. She was ready now.

Mightyena sat, waiting patiently as she got ready. He looked over to his partner that he has known since he was an Eevee and nodded. Umbreon stared back with intent red eyes as he turned to watch his new master clear out her room of anything important. Growlithe and Persian tapped up the stairs, making the two dark Pokémon growl in defense. Persian poked his head through and stared hopefully at his two friends.

You're leaving for good, aren't you?He walked in and sat with his shoulders slumped in sadness.

Mightyena nodded to the pristine feline. We are; I can't stand to see her living like this withthat human. Umbreon and I are leaving with her asher companions.

Growlithe whimpered and stared at his team mates. Persian and I wish to come along. We also don't wish to stay with this human no more than you do, he has changed too much. You think she would let us come along?

Amorah looked back to see Persian and Growlithe sitting by the door with their head lowered and eyes in a plea. She looked toward Mightyena and he looked back with a deep intensity and he slowly nodded. Amorah quickly looked to the cat and dog. She remembered the moment's when her father would unleash his rage on her, when Mightyena couldn't be there Growlithe was always around to blow out a flamethrower for her. Persian would always be by her legs in the kitchen whenever Manectric would be sneaking around. She sighed and smiled.

Growlithe let out a happy lithe!While Persian smiled hugely. Amorah smiled back and looked over her destroyed bedroom. Everything was stripped down and anything that held importance, she tried to remember the basic rules for traveling and it was to always travel light, no matter what the cost. Amorah sighed heavily and slugged her bag onto her shoulder and took one last look to her bedroom. Her bed stripped, her vanity cleared, her dresser empty and everything was unplugged. Her bedroom lost the feel of a bedroom; it was no longer her haven but a ghost room. She straightened her back and determination crossed her face. The only thing she needed now, were herPokémon's poke balls.

Amorah peeked over the landing to see her father sprawled out on the couch with Manectric laying possessively on his hip, his blue paw twitching in his slumber. Amorah lightly turned to her father's bedroom door, closed with a menacing aura to it. Mightyena growled in reassurance to his master as she stepped to the door, turning the knob slowly. The doorknob groaned in protest, making Amorah dash her head over her shoulder to the landing. Her father's snores greeted her. With a deep sigh she pushed the door open.

Her father's room was dark but to her surprise, very clean. His bed was made, looking to have never been sat or slept in. Photos of him and Amorah's mother when they were young trainers littered the walls. Amorah looked to the nightstand and saw a picture sitting there. She walked over and picked the picture frame up and stared at the picture encased in its glass. Sadness welled at her heart. It was a photo of her, her mother and father when they visited Goldenrod City. It showed her fatherholding her and smiling while little Amorah held her arms up to the sky as her mother stared at her with love written on her face. The only thing that made Amorah sick to her stomach was that her face was viciously scratched out, only her mother and father's faces were in the picture.

Tears burned her eyes as she threw the frame onto the bed. "Where are the poke balls?" Her scratchy voice asked. Mightyena whined softly and pointed his nose to the dresser; she saw the four balls lined up. One regular poke ball, two ultra and one moon ball greeted her with their polished glory. She reached her hand out and picked up the regular poke ball and just held it. In all her years she had always wanted to hold a pokeball and now she was but it wasn't hers.

She sighed and grabbed the balls, shrinking them and clipped them to her belt. Amorah gripped the dresser doors and slid them open. Aiden's clothes went sprawling to the floor as she ripped all the drawers open, the fourth one holding what she was looking for. She found two velvet drawstring bags, the red one filled with money that she did not know he had, the other was filled with assorted element stones. She smiled hugely and threw them into her bag. A deep creek from down stairs sent a chill through her system.

Mightyena tip toed to the landing and growled. Aiden was sitting upright with his hand on his knee, groggily trying to stand. Manectric sat beside him with his eyes locked on his master, waiting to see if he needed assistance. The dark dog glared and ran back to a rigid Amorah, he growled lowly and Amorah's heart sank. Footsteps creaking their way up the stairs sent her heart into panic, she looked to the bed and sighed. She slid her bag under the box spring, gripped Mightyenas neck scruff and shimmied herself under. Amorah kept her mouth and nose in the crook of her left elbow while her right arm was slung over Mightyena's neck.

Seeing the bottom of the door swing open made her breath hitch and eyes sting.

Aiden stared at the shambles that was his bedroom. His clothes were carelessly thrown to the floor and upon seeing the fourth empty; he knew his possessions were gone. Anger seethed through his system and his fists clenched as he looked around his room, his eye fell on something shining that laid on his bed. It was the picture of him and Aurora, the one where he scratched out his daughters face. His anger blazed. How could she of done this? He knew she's the one who did this, and now she left him like her mother.

He punched the door frame. "Amorah!" He bellowed as he trashed his bedroom further, yelling as he did. Tears were leaking out of Amorah's eyes as she gripped her hand to her mouth and listened to her father rampage around the tiny room.

"I know you're still here! I know you are here!" He raged over and over. Finding his room unsatisfying to his anger, he punched the door frame once more before bellowing down the hall way in search of his daughter. Amorah stayed under the bed for a few seconds before listening to her father's rampage hit downstairs. She quickly crawled to her feet and as quick as she could she went to her own bedroom and locked the door. Her heart hammered her rib cage as her father's drunken rage tore away at the house. Persian, Umbreon and Growlithe stared at her in fear as she grabbed their respective poke balls.

Amorah held the moon ball toward Umbreon and the two ultra-balls toward Persian and Growlithe.

"Return now!" As she commanded, the Pokémon returned to their poke balls and she clipped them back to her belt. She looked down to Mightyena with fear in her eyes.

"I need you to help me get out of here. Please." Her voice cracked as she sniffed back a sob. Mightyena nodded and Amorah opened the door to see the hallway empty. She kept a grip on Mightyena's neck scuff and her bag as they quickly made their way down the stairs. Amorah noticed the front door was wide open and her heart sank.

"He's outside." She whispered.