The Year of Rocket's Revenge
Session: April, Part 2 (04.04.06/07.10.08)


Giselle knocked on the computer screen, tapping her right foot highly impatiently, a la Sonic the Hedgehog.

"I'm waiting! Is it really so hard to write 25 kilobytes of text? You've kept people waiting for four months! They deserve to know more about what I've been up to! And this is after my 'dramatic end' was delayed three story months from December to March! I've had it up to here, you author... writer... real person... thing! I demand you publish this next chapter right now!"

Marowak then entered, grimacing as he pulled in a wagon holding the script for this chapter. Giselle walked over and took the first page off. She started reading, as Marowak came to a stop and collapsed on the floor.

"I hope my revival from the dead earns me a Fanfiction Academy Award," she commented as she began to read.

And so do you...


Tuesday, September 20th, 2000 - Celadon City General Hospital

The door to the room opened, and Joe peeked his head in.

"Uh... hello?"

Giselle was sitting up, her back half-upright, as she shot a glare at Joe. Seeing it, the young man quickly ducked back behind the door.

"Oh, it's just you, Joe..." Giselle relaxed. "Well, come on in! You know it's bad to keep a girl waiting!"

Slowly but surely, Joe entered the room. He was hiding a bouquet of pink carnations behind his back, albeit badly, as he stepped towards Giselle's bedside. Joe placed the bouquet down on the table to Giselle's left, then he took a seat on the bed, right next to Giselle's right hand.

"So... you went down pretty hard there. You... okay?"

"I'm laid up in a hospital bed," Giselle answered sarcastically. "What do YOU think, Joe?"

"That you're pretty tough and you won't let something like that stop you?"

This time, Giselle responded with a smile.

"Good answer!"

"Heh..." Joe laughed, glad to be at a point where he knew what Giselle wanted to hear.

Giselle sighed with relief. "I'm glad you're here with me, Joe."

"I'm just glad you're not hurt, after what those guys tried to do to you."


The night before, Route 7

Joe and Giselle were happily chatting as they walked along, when all of a sudden they came across four leather-wearing teenagers, three guys and a girl, just hanging out in the middle of the path.

"Hey hey, look at what we have here!" the guy with black mohawk exclaimed. "A couple of kids wandering onto our turf!"

Giselle took a step forward to confront them, but found herself being tugged at the arm by Joe, who wanted to avoid a confrontation.

"Leave 'em be, Giselle. They're not worth it."

The leader sneered. "You really wanna be taught a lesson that bad, huh? Fine, then... it's me and Snits. And we get first attack!"

A few minutes later, the tag battle was set to begin. Giselle and Joe on one side, the leader and Snits, the guy with the mohawk, on the other.

"Alright, Marowak... go!"

"Let's do it, Weepinbell!"

Giselle and Joe called out their signature Pokémon.

"Weavile, front and center!" shouted the leader.

"Go for victory, Fearow!" exclaimed Snits.

"Let's get this started... Weavile, Quick Attack!"

"Fearow! Use Aerial Ace!"

"These guys aren't fooling around," Giselle observed. "They're really gonna try to beat us to the punch!"

Fearow barreled for Weepinbell, while Weavile went for Marowak.

"Weepinbell, use Double Team to confuse your opponent!" Joe exclaimed.

"Focus Energy, Marowak!" yelled Giselle. "Then, Plan 22T!"

Weepinbell produced several copies of himself, while Marowak charged up and braced for impact. Weavile happily obliged, going for a blow right into Marowak's hard skull. That's just where Marowak and Giselle wanted him.

"Do it... NOW!"

"Maro!" Marowak chirped, leaping forward and giving Weavile a vicious Headbutt.

"Weav!" groaned Weavile, stumbling backwards with a huge bump on his forehead, but managing to stay on his feet.

As for Fearow, his sweeping Aerial Ace managed to take out all of the Weepinbell... except for the real one.

"Use Wrap, Weepinbell!"

Weepinbell followed orders, extending his vine-like appendages and wrapping up Fearow's legs and wings. That made the bird Pok?on immobile.

"C'mon, Fearow, you can break out of a wimpy move like that!"

Fearow growled as he attempted to break free of the vines, while Weepinbell did his best to try and keep him ensnared. Meanwhile, Weavile charged in for another attack on Marowak.

"Fury Swipes!" Weavile's trainer called out.

"Marowak, use Bonemerang!" countered Giselle.

Marowak threw his bone club like a frisbee, sending it right for Weavile's hand. Unfortunately, Weavile dodged it, and took advantage of the opening to wail on the defenseless ground type.

"That's it, keep pounding away!"

But as Weavile kept slashing at Marowak, both were unaware that the Bonemerang was already on its return trip, and heading straight for them. Their trainers, on the other hand, had already planned for it.

"Up in the air, Weavile!"

"Jump, Marowak... NOW!"

The two followed orders, leaping off the ground just high enough, especially Marowak, for the Bonemerang to pass underneath them. The Bonemerang hit the ground awkwardly, bouncing off the ground and directly towards Giselle's right leg. Without thinking, she quickly turned her body to the right, moving her right leg so that her ankles crossed with that leg behind her left, as the bone passed by and hit the ground again, this time into the grass, where it disappeared.

"HYPER BEAM!"

But Giselle's concern for her safety had drawn her away from focusing on the battle for one brief moment. A moment that her opponent took advantage of, calling for Weavile to use Hyper Beam. With the two Pokémon still in mid-air, Marowak had nowhere to dodge and no bone club to defend himself or deflect the blast. As a result, Marowak took the Hyper Beam at full force, and was sent flying backwards.

It all happened so fast that Giselle didn't see it coming. Before she knew it, Marowak's head collided with hers, and both of them went down.

"Giselle!" Joe cried out.

Joe ran over to his girlfriend's side, ignoring the fact that he and Weepinbell were still in the midst of a battle.

"Giselle, are you okay?" Joe asked as he knelt down next to her.

The four teenagers broke out in laughter, not caring at all that Giselle had really been hurt. Joe ignored them, as his mind was already racing with thoughts of trying to figure out how to get her to a hospital.

Suddenly, a silver aura started to emanate from both Giselle's and Marowak's bodies. But by this point, Joe had broke out in tears and was wailing so loudly that he had no idea what was going on.

The teens did, though, when Marowak got to his feet and growled angrily at them.

"Wak wak wak, Marowak!" he grumbled.

"What's that?"

"It's... it's a monster!"

"Maro maro wak wak wak! Wak marowak maro maro!"

Without warning, the clouds opened up and the area became soaked in a torrential downpour. Joe was still sobbing and pleading for Giselle to wake up as he became completely drenched, while Giselle's physical spirit, inside of Marowak, was wrestling with what had just happened.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

"What's with that Marowak?" the leader wondered out loud. "It's freaking out! C'mon, let's bounce before it decides to come after us!"

With that, the foursome high-tailed it out of there. Once they were gone, Marowak fainted. The sound of him hitting the ground got Joe's attention, and he regained his composure and started to take some action.

"Don't worry, Giselle!" Joe declared. "I'm gonna get you to a hospital!"

Pulling a handkerchief, he wrapped it around her head, hoping to keep any more blood from coming out. He proceeded back towards Celadon City, with Weepinbell following close behind, with the unconscious Marowak wrapped in his vines.


"Wait a minute! What about Marowak?"

"Don't worry!" Joe said as he pulled out a Pokéball. "Marowak's fine."

"That's not what I meant! What about the part of me waking up inside Marowak and seeing you crying next to me from ten feet away?"

"Giselle, what are you talking about? Maybe that blow to the head was harder than the doctor thought."

"I'm serious, Joe!" Giselle shouted, leaning forward... before a bout of dizziness overtook her and she quickly slumped back down.

"Take it easy! The doctor said you need to rest! And the last thing you need to do is open up that wound in the back of your head!"

Giselle sighed. "You're right. Maybe it's just the concussion talking."

She relaxed as Joe pulled the covers over every part of her body except for her head. He then gave her a quick peck on the cheek before leaving the room. Once Joe had left, Giselle found herself drifting off into a deep sleep.


"I truly did believe that that bump on the head really did make me imagine the whole bit with Marowak. Really... that situation was so farfetched. There was no rational explanation for what happened.

"But at the same time, it kept nagging at me. Every so often, I found myself trying to prove what happened actually took place. And I think it affected me for several months. But never so much as the day before the Pokémon League Novice Tournament began, as I was trying to get Joe to put everything I taught him together. He seemed to be giving his all, but as for me..."

Sunday, February 4th, 2001 - Indigo Plateau

"Weepinbell, use Vine Whip!" called out Joe.

"Bell!" Weepinbell nodded before proceeding.

"Defense Curl!" Giselle shouted at Graveler.

Graveler curled up in a defensive position and willing took the super effective hit against it. Joe seemed a bit perplexed by Giselle's choice of moves.

"Okay then... let's go with Sleep Powder!"

Weepinbell blasted a dose of Sleep Powder in the vicinity of Graveler.

"Graveler, Rock Blast!"

Graveler glanced around for some boulders to toss, but being on a field full of sand and dirt, there was nothing large enough to do any damage. At the same time, it had left Graveler completely open to being doused by the Sleep Powder. In seconds, he was asleep and out like a light.

"Graveler, what are you doing?" Giselle asked it. "Wake up, you lug!"

"I don't think he's the one that needs to wake up," Joe stated, as he recalled Weepinbell and walked over. "Something's definitely wrong with you today, Giselle."

"There's never anything wrong with me. You know that!"

"But I think there is."

Joe was staring into Giselle's eyes, and he already knew what the problem was.

"You're still having those dreams about you and Marowak, huh?"

"It's not a dream! It really happened!"

"You're letting this whole thing get to you! You're not pushing me to be my best, and that worries me!"

"Oh, come on! My teaching methods are foolproof! You're going to not only get into the Pokémon League... you're going to win this tournament!"

Joe noted that Giselle was telling him what he wanted to hear, even though he knew she was heavily exaggerating.

"Well... if you believe I can win the whole thing..."

"Of course! I believe in you, Joe!"

"Just promise me that you'll accept that those dreams are just that, and I know you're behind me."

"I promise. Cross my heart!"

"Good. Then let's wake Graveler up and get a real battle going!"

Giselle nodded, then went to knock Graveler out of his peaceful slumber while Joe returned to his position at the opposite side of the field. Soon after, Weepinbell was released back onto the field, and the battle picked up as if it had never stopped...


"But truly, the endless thinking about Marowak had distracted me so much the last few weeks of training Joe had become an afterthought. That's why I found it hard to give him any criticism after he won his two of his first three matches. And even harder to tell him what he was doing wrong when he lost the next three in a row, pretty much eliminating any chance of him getting out of the preliminary round.

"After he crashed and burned in his seventh and final match, I refused to believe that I didn't train him good enough. Or that he didn't do everything I told him to. I chucked up his results in the tournament to just being a huge stroke of bad luck. After, he had randomly drawn into a group where only one trainer was competing here for the first time. That's what it all was... bad luck. Not me not guiding him during the tournament, just when he needed me the most."

Sunday, February 11th, 2001

"I was lucky to make it this far, and your training definitely helped. But... if I can't get into the League after being mentored by a trainer as good as you... then I'll never..."

"Joe..."

"I appreciate all you've done for me, Giselle, but you probably don't want to waste any more time on a guy who's never gonna amount to anything. I think it's time to part ways."

Without another word, Joe ran off in the opposite direction. Giselle reached out, as if to stop him. But she appeared to have no intention to do so. Or go after him.


"As much as I loved Joe, I decided not to go after him. I didn't want to see him go, but the truth was that I needed to find Ash. If anyone knew what might have happened that day, it would be him given his experience in Viridian City.

"And so, after getting some directing from Professor Oak, I made my way to the Johto region. I was hoping that the sooner I found him and got some answers, the sooner I could put all this drama behind me.

"I never found Ash, nor did I get any answers after ten months of searching. But then, one day, it hit me while Marowak and I were running away from some wild Pokémon..."

Saturday, December 8th, 2000, Route 34

"Beedrill! Why'd it have to be Beedrill?"

"Maro, maro!"

Sure enough, Giselle and Marowak were running for their lives as a swarm of Beedrill chased after them.

"And on the day I happened to be wearing my expensive leather boots!"

Though stylish, the boots weren't helping her speed any, as the Beedrill were getting within stinging range. Luckily, they had emerged into a clearing, and had the territorial advantage for the moment with the Beedrill still surrounded on either side by trees.

"Time to fight back!" Giselle exclaimed as she and Marowak came to a stop. "Knock 'em out of the sky with Bonemerang!"

Marowak threw his bone club at the Beedrill, and with nowhere to dodge, a good portion of the swarm was hit, causing them to either fall or get distracted and fly into trees or each other. The remaining few that weren't hit turned about and fled the scene, not seeing any point in continuing the chase.

"What a useless Pokémon," Giselle remarked. "They're only good in groups. Not much help in one-on-one Pokémon battles."

Giselle and Marowak continued up to the top of the hill, where they found a small patch of Oran Berry bushes. As they reached them, Giselle suddenly had an uneasy feeling.

"Huh? I don't feel right. Did one of the Beedrill sting me?"

Giselle started to stumble about, drawing Marowak's attention to her.

"Wak?" he wondered.

"I didn't feel any... why am I so..."

She never finished her sentence as she spun around and fell to the ground, landing back first, but not before brushing against one of the bushes, resulting in a few scratches on her skin. Marowak ran over to her, obviously concerned for his master's condition. The first thing he did was grab her arm and pull her off of the dirt path her unconscious body was now covering. As he did, both Marowak and Giselle began to glow silver - as they had during the incident on Route 7.

Within seconds, Giselle found herself inside Marowak's body once again.

"I knew it!" Giselle thought to herself. "It wasn't a dream! It really happened!"

"We've never been this low," she heard a voice muttered from a female voice that was closing in.

"Maybe we should end it now," added a male voice. "This running is killing us!"

"Hmmm... why do those voices sound familiar?" Giselle wondered.

She pushed aside one of the Oran Berry bushes just enough so she could see through them and spot who was coming up the path. After all, she had to know what kind of action to take if whomever was walking her way were to find her body.

"Not eatin' is da thing dat's killin' us!" exclaimed a third.

Her hunch turned out to be right, as she did recognize the walkers. It was Jessie, James, and Persian, that dastardly trio from Team Rocket.

"Oh, great," Giselle remarked sarcastically. "Those idiots are going to try and steal my Pokémon! Well, not on my watch!"

Marowak smirked, then charged at the trio. She started pummeling them mercilessly, up to the point when they decided to book it when they had taken enough punishment. As soon as Team Rocket were out of sight, the silver aura disappeared. Marowak stayed conscious as he watched Giselle arise, yawning loudly as she did.

He then bonked her on the head with his bone club.

Owwwww!" she screamed. "Marowak, what in the..."

"Marowak, maro maro wak, Marowak!"

Giselle gasped as she listened to what Marowak was telling her.

"It happened again, didn't it?"

"Maro!" her Pokémon nodded in confirmation.

She sighed as she walked over to her bags and put them on.

"I knew I wasn't cut out for this 'walking around and earning badges the hard way' bit! When we reach the next town with an airport, I'm booking a flight to the next Pokémon gym!"


"I may have been making light of the situation, but at that point I knew that something was wrong. What happened to me wasn't normal! Maybe I caught it from Misty. It'd be just like her to try and make my life miserable. Then again, it had been awhile since I was face-to-face with her, and there was a huge time gap between the two oddly similar events. I needed to find out if I had some kind of strange illness or condition. After all, unhealthy people tend not to be able to maintain their stunning looks.

"Of course, I always look good no matter what condition I'm in.

"Still, to be safe, I needed to seek out a professional opinion..."

Monday, January 7th, 2002 - Goldenrod City Medical Clinic

Upon reaching Goldenrod City about a month later, Giselle instantly sought out the closest doctor's office and got a check-up. After going through all the motions and tests, she was sitting out in the lobby as she waited for the preliminary results to come back.

She wasn't kept for too long, as the doctor soon appeared to fetch her and bring her to his office. Once they were seated inside, he told her what he had discovered.

"It's common for teenage girls to try and keep their figures by eating very little. Especially those who are Pokémon trainers. They rarely find themselves amongst an abundance of food out in the wild, and thus..."

"YOU THINK I'M ANOREXIC?"


"The nerve of that guy! Making me think I'm fainting because I'm skinny! No wonder everyone thinks lowly of the Johto Region. Their medical facilities are SO third-class.

"As they say, if you want something done right, you do it yourself. Especially in a city where the gym is run by a girl raised on a farm.

"So, even if slightly inadequate, the educational and research facilities in Goldenrod City would have to do if I were to find any answers. The problem was, getting a hotel room was far from feasible. It's unbelievable how much they charge around here! Renting an apartment wasn't much cheaper, but I had to have somewhere to put my feet up in case I had to be stuck here for awhile.

"But in order to pay for it, I had to take a few part-time jobs... Eventually, I came across my dream job..."

Tuesday, January 29th - Mitchell and Marion Accounting Firm, 2nd Floor

"You owe the government over two million Poké," Giselle told a stunned client.


"Who would've thought solving other people's financial problems would be fun? Especially when I could laugh at them for making stupid mistakes?

"Not in their face, of course. Though there was that one guy...

"But as exciting as my job was, my search for answers to my condition was far from it. I browsed books at the library for weeks and weeks and weeks... but I was coming up with nothing!

"Until I found HIS leaflet..."

Wednesday, March 20th - Goldenrod City Library, South Forest Branch

"I firmly believe that certain individuals have what is necessary to be able to temporarily transfer their souls in and out of certain Pokémon, given a set of exacting conditions, none of which I have been able to discern, though I do have some theories."

Giselle read the statement over and over again to herself, in order to absorb its meaning. She then glanced at the top of the page and found the name of the document's author.

"Werner Geissler. Sounds... German."


The next day at work, Giselle got a surprise when, instead of her next client, Junior Master Cassie Banks stepped into her cubicle.

"Well well, look what we have here!" Giselle smirked. "The girl who lucked her way into being Pokémon Junior Master!"

"Lucked?"

"Of course! You finished as the third runner-up, but after the champion and the first runner-up both went missing, and the League decided to conveniently skip over the second runner-up, guess who ended up in the catbird seat? My my, how many people did you have to betray to get what you wanted this time?"

"You're accusing me of knocking off the competition that beat me?"

"If the shoe fits..."

"How dare you!"

Cassie slammed her hands down on Giselle's desk and glared into her eyes. Giselle, though, didn't seem the least bit scared.

"Now, hold up there!" an adult male's voice rang out. "There's no need for two beautiful young women to fight each other!"

Lieutenant Surge appeared, pulling Cassie back so he could chat with Giselle face-to-face.

"My name is Lieutenant Surge," he said, introducing himself. "And I'm the gym leader of Vermillion City!"

"I see," Giselle noted, before smirking in Cassie's direction. "Have to have gym leaders protect you now? You really are swindling things in your favor, aren't you?"

Cassie took a Pokéball out of her pocket and held it up for Giselle to see.

"Protection? I don't need Surge to deal with the likes of you!"

Giselle reached into her desk and pulled out a Pokéball before calmly getting out of her seat and walking over to her would-be challenger.

"Very well. If it's a battle you want, it's a battle you'll get!"


Outside on the courtyard, Cassie and Giselle stood ready to battle, with Surge unexpectedly roped into being the referee. Many of the workers in the building, as well as their clients, had gathered to watch the bout.

"This isn't part of the deal, missy!" Surge shouted at Cassie. "I was supposed to do the battling while you used your psychic mumbo jumbo!"

"I can use my powers AND take care of this witch at the same time!" Cassie shot back.

"Strong words coming from the fourth best Junior trainer in the world!" balked Giselle. "If I had been there, I would've won the tournament outright myself!"

"Prove it, then! I challenge you to a one-on-one Pokémon battle!"

"Fine, but don't pout when I win!"

With that, the two young women threw out their signature Pokémon. The battle was going to be Giselle and Marowak versus Cassie and Kadabra.

"Since I'm the prettiest," Giselle touted, "I'll go first! Marowak, time to show them the Bonemerang!"

Marowak complied, tossing his Bone Club as if it was a boomerang.

"Kadabra, use Confusion!" ordered Cassie.

Kadabra used his powers to redirect the Bonemerang harmlessly to the ground.

"Teleport, then Psybeam!" Cassie quickly commanded.

Kadabra disappeared and reappeared directly behind Marowak, and the psychic-type unleashed Psybeam on the unsuspecting ground-type. Giselle, however, knew exactly how to counter.

"Dodge by digging, Marowak!"

Marowak dug through the ground, and just in time to avoid the Psybeam. Cassie sidestepped as the Psybeam struck the ground where she was originally standing. As she did, she scanned the field, trying to sense where Marowak was going to come out.

"Kadabra!" Cassie yelled out. "Take three steps forward, then one to the right!"

Giselle laughed, not amused by Cassie's tactics.

"Seriously? You're walking right into my trap! Marowak, burst out and do a Headbutt!"

Marowak exploded out of the ground and went in for the knock-out. There was only one problem.

"Huh?" Giselle wondered, when Kadabra disappeared from where it was supposed to be.

To both Giselle's and Marowak's surprise, Kadabra had teleported and was standing next to Cassie.

"Did your Kadabra teleport without you telling it to?"

Cassie smiled slyly. "You... could say that."

"I see," Giselle observed. "Guess I was wrong to not take you seriously. I won't make that same mistake twice! Marowak, Plan 2-A!"

Marowak used Double Team, producing several images of himself. Then, the images came to life as they all ran around Kadabra in different directions. Kadabra didn't panic, though, as he closed his eyes and tried to sense which of the potential attackers was the real Marowak.

Marowak didn't give Kadabra the time, as the real one immediately jumped out of formation, picked the Bone Club off the ground, and swung it at Kadabra's head. Unfortunately, the club and Marowak passed right through, as this Kadabra was fake!

"Did Kadabra use Double Team as well?" Giselle asked.

"Yep. Good luck finding the real Kadabra!"

"I'd say the same of you locating the real Marowak!"

Sure enough, the two real Pokémon had now mixed themselves amongst all of the copies... so much so that no one, Pokémon or trainer, could tell where the real ones were.

"Wow, this girl isn't half bad," Giselle commented under her breath.

But Cassie, on the other hand, was feeling different about Giselle. Or rather, the sensation she was giving off.

"Could it be?" she asked herself. "Am I sensing what I think I'm sensing?"

Cassie peered deep into Giselle's soul. Upon doing so, she gasped in surprise when she saw a faint silver aura emanating just underneath the surface of her skin.

"You've got IT, don't you?" questioned Cassie.

The crowd parted to let an old German man in a lab coat through. Once she could see his face, Giselle instantly knew whom he was.

"Professor Werner Geissler!"

The professor blinked his eyes, a bit shocked he was identified so easily.

"Yes. Yes, that's me. How did you know my name?"

"Well, out of all the research I've done on the subject of this 'condition,' you happened to be the only living person I could find that actually knew what was going on and had done some studies on in the past. I figured that once I found you, I could get the answers that I've been searching for!"

"Ah, so you're looking for answers?"

"I'm looking for THE answer, professor. As in, how to get rid of it! It's consumed and virtually ruined my life! I want control back! I want to go back to the way I was!"

"That's perfect!" exclaimed Professor Geissler. "We've been looking for someone with the actual condition to make observations with. With your help, we'll find a remedy for this for sure!"

Giselle chuckled. "Now that's what I wanna hear!"

"So..." prompted Cassie. "You believe us?"

"You? Not so much. But as for the professor... let's do this!"


"And thus it began. I assisted Professor Geissler with his research, and with the help of Lieutenant Surge and what's-her-name, we edged ever closer to finding a cure. I had tests conducted on me to see what it might take.

"And then, the professor introduced me to the Dissolution Chamber.

"Was this the answer? Would I really be cured of this freak condition? Little Miss Junior Master didn't think so, as she reminded me of the whole 'three strikes and you're dead' rule. But I didn't care. I would rather die than live with this for the rest of my life! I'm way too beautiful to be a freak!"

Friday, March 29th

"I have 100 percent faith in you!" Giselle smiled as she gave a thumbs up to the professor after she had been strapped into the Dissolution Chamber.

"All systems are prepped and ready!" exclaimed one of the scientists in the room.

"START THE DISSOLUTION CHAMBER!" Professor Geissler shouted.

After a few seconds...

"Negative! Access denied!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched, ear-piercing scream filled the room. The electricity flowing through Giselle's body was too great for her to withhold her cries of pain anymore. With that, she blacked out.


"Well, the good news is that she's alive."

"And... the bad news?"

"She's in a coma. One that she'll probably... never come out of."

Silence.

"Um... can I see her?"

After getting confirmation from the doctor, the door into the room opened. Cassie walked in solemnly, taking time to close the door behind her. She then slowly made her way over to a nearby chair, picked it up, and carried over next to the hospital bed where Giselle lied. Cassie shed a tear, and fought to keep more from coming out as she reached into her purse and pulled out a Pokéball. Marowak's Pokéball.

"I just wish I had been more adamant in my warnings. I'm sorry, Giselle, but as the Pokémon Junior Master... I've failed you."

With that, Cassie stood up and exited the room.

To be continued next week in Part 3!