(This is my first Fan Fic in a while, some criticism would be appreciated. Thank you) Chapter 1 'Life sucks, then you die' If that was true, then how come I wasn't dead yet? The night was crisp from the winter air, and every step echoed off the cobblestone streets of Veilstone City. Herds of Murkrow flew over head and the dim lighting from the street lights made the city seem eerie. The usually busy city was quiet; the perfect time for her walk. She couldn't quite remember when she started this tradition of hers, walking around aimlessly at night. But if you call escaping from a worn-down-poor-excuse-of-a-building-that-happened-to-have-parents-in-it a reason, then yes that was why. It wasn't that she didn't like her parents; her life was boring, nothing special about it at all, no friends, and she certainly didn't waste her time at school. She did the same thing everyday: sleep and watch what ever was on TV. She had zero interest in becoming a Pokemon Trainer, the thought of it made her laugh. What was so special about collecting badges, camping out and defeating other trainers? Nothing. It was boring, just like the rest of her pathetic life. When she saw other trainers giggling and laughing with their precious Pokemon it made her sick. Blaire continued casually walking through the streets, her light hazel eyes scanning the area of anything unsuspecting. She was comfortable to say the least, in black silk pants and black tank top, this was her outfit of choice. The wind was gradually picking up, rustling the small trees and taking her dark thick curly hair with it. There was no destination tonight- as like every other night, she walked around the block and snuck back home to then resume the usual routine tomorrow. She needed more out of life, some excitement for once. Something new, a challenge. Walking past the Pokemon Center, the too happy of a nurse smiled at her from inside as if giving her an invitation. Narrowing her eyes at the nurse, she walked past the Center and started heading home. The second she saw her house however, she stopped immediately. What was stopping her from leaving, from excitement? Nothing. Turning on her heels, Blaire's grin stretched from ear to ear and began walking. Approaching the Galactic Warehouse with a sign the clearly said "NO TRESPASSING", Blaire could feel the adrenalin in her blood slowly rise. This was it! But, what exactly? Join them, an evil organization? On one hand they did use their Pokemon for more beneficial reasons other then pathetic trainers. To change the world of course. On the other hand, Blaire hated to be ordered around, and with a short temper, things could get ugly. The wind picked up then, and with it, whispers that made her eyes sparkle. She was going to steal a Pokemon. Even though she hated them to pieces, she was doing this for fun, and didn't mind the adrenalin rush either. Suddenly becoming over cautious she whipped her head left and right and snuck into the shadows. This had to be thought out, timed, and for the most part: what in the world was she going to do with this â€˜thing' after she stole it? Sighing, Blaire looked above her at the crescent moon. It seemed to be smiling at her, encouraging her to go on. It couldn't be that hard anyways and with that she smiled back up at the moon and walked into the building. Oh how she was wrong! The Warehouse was extremely over crowded with boxes, and guarding the door to another part of the warehouse were two weirdly dressed Grunts. Taking a deep breath she hid behind a group of boxes, her heart rate speeding. Her muscles soon relaxed when she realized that she wasn't caught. Could the boxes have â€˜Pokeballs' inside it and contain a Pokemon? Opening the box swiftly so it could make little noise as possible she found the box empty. What a waste of time that was. Slowly peeking around the other boxes one of the grunts twitched in his sleep, and noticing his movement Blaire looked at his belt containing Pokeballs. Piece of cake, take one and go. It felt as if she was walking on thin ice, she had never been so cautious and quiet in her life. Slowly reaching for the one nearest her she snatched it and let out a sigh of relief. With that sigh, the grunts eyes snapped open and looked Blaire straight in the eye, then at the Pokeball she clutched in her hand. Enraged he was on his feet at once and Blaire took a few strides back. "Who are you and what are you doing here! Give me back my Pokemon now or prepare for the consequences!" The grunt roared. She didn't dare answer, she only looked dumbfounded at him her eyes wide. Her palms began to sweat and her heart rate started to increase again. Soon enough the other grunt woke up, and the two started slowly advancing towards her. "C'mon we won't hurt you just give us the Pokemon back..." The other grunt said smoothly. "Are you kidding!? If I don't get that pokemon back, Cyrus will have my head!" Finally getting the courage and enough oxygen to speak she laughed darkly then smiled all her fear gone. She could do this! She was almost out the door! "You have to catch me first!" And with that, Blaire sprinted off out of the door into the cold night hearing yelling demands to chase after her. Glancing over her shoulder she saw several grunts chasing after her all looking dangerous to the fifteen year old. She continued running blocks after block and after each block, the number of grunts increased. Finally hiding in an alley she caught her breath, letting her numb body slowly thaw out. It then hit her: she didn't even know what Pokemon was in the Ball. She was about the throw it when her hand stopped mid-throw. What did trainers say again when they had to release Pokemon? Wasn't it Go something...then again it would help if she knew the name of the Pokemon that gotten her in so much trouble. With that she mumbled, "Go! You...thing!" and threw the ball into the night sky. The ball opened revealing a red light and a moment later a Pokemon appeared out of the ball staring at her straight in the face. It was a Sneasel. "Okay look you thing, you better be powerful and fast because were going to need it to get out of this stupid City. To sum it up your stolen and were being chased, got it?" Sneasel gave Blaire the you-have-to-be-joking-right look then turned around not facing her. Blaire's temper began to rise and her eyes narrowed. Putting the Pokeball in her pocket after it decreased in size she looked around the corner. Grunts were closing in on her! Looking behind her they started coming into the alley as well. "There she is! Get her!" Sprinting out of the other side of the alley she headed North with Sneasel the moon grinning down at her brightly.