It's alive! Not really; I still have to get these chapters longer. But at least it's updated.(I had way to much school work and had not a clue as to where I was taking this. But I found a path.)

Thank you, Music-Warrior-Nightsong, for reviewing the last chapter.

Disclaimer: These events are fictionalized. If it seems like they describe your life, you must have one very interesting life.

"There're some." The creature that spoke was a tallish, green gecko thing that walked on two legs. The creature had green arm-blades that ran from its arm up until it's elbow. It's stomach was red, a sharp contrast to the green of the rest of it's body.

It was sitting in a tree as it watched a small group of humans and Pokemon walk by. One was a boy, about fifteen, with brown hair. He was holding a small Cyndaquil, and they both had a far off look in their eyes. The boy seemed too easy to just walk over to and kill.

It was the girl that looked the more promising kill. She was flanked by an Eevee and a Surskit, both whom looked nothing like the challenge the girl would be. She was walking with a far away look, like the boy's, but she also emitted an aura of self-assurance, like she was completely safe from anything.

It was days when he got to kill something like her that made him smile. A cold, unfeeling smile, but a smile all the same. He slipped into the shadows of the trees to await the perfect time for the kill.

"What?" I asked, not quite understanding what exactly she was saying. Another like me? Why would she even say something like that when not two seconds ago she seemed to be almost terrified of me?

My thoughts were silenced, however, by what she said next. "I know someone else like you. Her name is Naru."

I almost tripped over my feet backing away from her. She must have gone insane. Why else would she be referring to herself in third-person? "Come now, do you think it's as easy to explain as that? 'She's gone insane?'"

The world around us froze. I backed into one of the shelves trying to get away from whomever, whatever, this thing was. It laughed, and slowly skated over to me, swaying about. "Don't believe me? Let me tell you something else then. The Eevee is also reborn. And you, another reborn, are a mistake that needs to be erased."

The Surskit released a small Bubble, which would have hit me if it hadn't been for some of the items on the shelves falling to break apart the attack. I ran around the Pokemon and slammed into it with a Tackle.

It slid away; giving me enough time to try to assess the situation: I was being attacked by a creature that seemed to want me dead. Fire wasn't the best against its water attacks. I was inexperienced, having never battled before save the one time I Tackled a guy.

The Surskit came back at me with its own Tackle, and I flew into the shelves, knocking down many of things that were on them. A can fell and hit me in the head, and left me slightly confused.

"Come boy, you are better than this. If you are not, then why should you bother living? Everything will be much harder than I am." I tried to get up, but was knocked down by a Bubble attack. "Stay sitting, boy." It came closer to me, stopping to hover over me.

I lashed out with a punch, startling it long enough for me to headbutt it. It flew away from me, and I felt a power course through me. I got up and launched an Ember at the Surskit. It made a direct hit, and the Pokemon became scorched.

It coughed. "Very well, boy," it said, edginess its voice, "I'll tell you what. You can go on living. If you want to be a pawn of an evil psychopath, be my guest. Just don't come to me when you realize that." The Pokemon faded, along with the rest of the Pokemart.

I was left to sift through what the creature had said. What did it mean by 'an evil psychopath'? The only thing I 'served' was James, and I'm sure he's not a psychopath. But then, whom did the creature mean?

The night came quickly. The humans set up their camp not far from the tree line that the Grovyle waited in. A small fire illuminated their faces, the four that were awake. The boy was looking over to the Cyndaquil lying not far off from the group. The girl scratched the left ear of the Eevee sitting beside her. The Surskit sat beside the Eevee, staring into the fire, occasionally looking over to the Cyndaquil.

The two small Pokemon sitting beside the girl would be first. There was a type disadvantage with the Surskit, and the Eevee, while looking like a seasoned fighter, seemed not to paying attention to the world around.

The boy came next. He was going to be the easiest to kill, but better to end his life fast so he'd have no time to try anything. A Pokeball hung at his waist, and it was much easier to not have to worry about what might be in it by destroying it.

Then came the girl. She would be the more fun of the two humans to kill. After watching the 'friends' around her die, she might try to fight back. The attempt would be worthless, however, but it would provide something that might actually border a challenge.

The Cyndaquil would be the last target. There was no reasoning behind that; it just came to him as he looked at the group. What harm could an unconscious thing like it do, anyway?

The Grovyle had already made sure there was nothing that might jeopardize his mission. Now there was just the waiting. "Soon," he said to himself, "soon they will be mine. And they will no longer feel the pains of the world. Just the pains of my blade."

Now I know how these next chapters will go. So there's hope for faster updates. Or at least ones that don't take a long time to get up. Also; The next chapters will hopefully be longer thanks to the fact I know where they are going.