I return to working, and by working, I mean returning to be a slave for my sisters. My stupid, prissy, evil, self-absorbed, sisters. If only I had been an only child. Life would be so much bettrr for me, Cerulean City, everyone who has ever met them. If only the world could be so pefect.

But in fact, the wworld was not perfect.

Many infractions had occurred just days before...

Tragic is the first thing that crosses my mind. No one, no matter how cruel, evil, insane, has the right to have this done to them. A child being taken from them, from life, early, wrongfully, it's just sickening. I would know. My very close cousin Mariah... she answered her door, and was taken... they found her dead , hanging from a rope on a tree, three weeks later. They know it wasn't suicide, they have security cameras on their property. They caught him this past Saturday, carelessly walking home from God knows where. But this... was more so than that...

An extreme terrorist attack... right here in Cerulean. At the Pokemon Center. 138 people died, 69 injured. Ninety percent of the people who died were under 16. Eighty percent of the people injured were under thirteen. Someone walked right in with a hidden gun. The culprit had waited until the Fourth of July weekend when everyone stays there for the fireworks at the gym the next day. He shot everyone in that Center at least omce. Including Nurse Joy. In fact, cameras say she sacrificed herself for a little girl, who managed to escape just injured. I had never once thought of something so evil until I heard the first shot next door. I had, of course, rushed over with all my strongest pokemon. Minus Gyrados and ahy others that struggle on land. The second I heard he blood curdling scream, I happened to see a bullet shatter the top of one of the glass doors. I took out Starmie. I simply threw the Pokeball. Not a good idea to try to save people, then end up dying before any help could be done.

Starmie saw the situation, and looked to me.

I whispered, "Go in there, and tackle the culprit,"

He tried, but the doors are now blocked by a fallen bookcase. Or a pushed bookcase.

I return him and call 911.

"Hello, what's your emergency?"

"Umm, a terrorist attack is going on at the Pokemon Center near the Cerulean City Gym... The doors are blocked, and gunshots are still going off... Please hurry,"

"Yes, ma'am, and what is your name? "

Why does it matter?! "Umm... Misteria Waterflower... I live at the Cerulean City Gym... Gym Leader,"

"Thank you. Forces will be sent immediately, "

Well, now I know to never call them again. No matter what. Just take my chances.

I look around the building,- maybe there's another entrance... just maybe...

I search around the back and see a vent maybe ten or twelve feet above me. I look around for some sort of thing that I can use as a stool. I spy a lage rock. A heavy rock.

Well, turns out the rock is extremely heavy. But, I manage.

With the rock under me, if I jump, I can reach the vent. That's... o...pen...? Why would it be...?

Theives.