Chapter 1: My Life Ends Here

I remember that day so clearly. The day that everything fell apart. Just when I thought that life was good, things took a turn for the worst. My name is Yellow. Currently, I'm filed as a missing person, but I know I won't be found and saved. Well, let me start from the beginning.

It was a beautiful, warm day in June. I was at the Pokémon Trainers School. I'd chosen to go there so I could learn all about Pokémon before setting off on my journey. I'd studied for years there along side my Pikachu, Chuchu, and it was finally graduation.

I remember how excited I had been. I'd asked my best friend, Blue to come over to my house and make me as cute as possible for graduation. She had tied my golden locks in two braids and put a white flower in my hair. I'd made sure to wash my uniform, knowing it would be the last day I'd ever wear it. It was a sailor uniform. It had a black top with a white bow and a black miniskirt. I wore black socks going up to my knees and black dress shoes. Blue kept telling me how adorable I was.

Blue and I walked to school together and then we met up with her boyfriend, Green. He gave Blue a bouquet as I "Aaaaaw!"ed in the background. I remember how Blue teased me, saying, "Looking so cute, you could get any guy you want."

We all had the time of our lives that day. We ate as much food as we could possibly handle, joked around with each other, and showed off our fancy diplomas. We all had a quick Pokémon battle together too. Green had ended up winning.

Soon enough, it was time for us to part ways, and we said our heart-felt good-byes. It was time to start off on our own paths now. I found myself alone, but I wasn't ready to go home just yet. Maybe if I would've just walked home as usual, I could've avoided what happened next.

I walked down an old stone path near the school that was falling apart and reached a huge, lively oak tree. It's leaves were a gorgeous. I smiled sadly as I looked at the engraving in the tree: Yellow+Blue+Green= Best Friends Forever. Never Forget The Day We First Met.

Green have carved that for us. Here, at this oak tree, the three of us had met up on the first day, each of us having followed the stone path, curious as to where it led. Once we'd all found each other, we'd started talking and became the best of friends.

I wiped off my skirt a bit as I sat down and leaned against the old tree. Chuchu curled up beside me, yawning. Listening to the sound of the Pokémon thrashing throughout the woods, Kricketune playing their songs and Butterfree flapping their wings, I found myself drifting asleep. Big mistake.

"Wake up!" A rough voice called in my ear. I awoke with a jolt and I found my hands bound, a rope leading into his hand. What was going on?!

I finally blinked the sleep from my eyes to find a man hovering over me, a knife in his hands. The man had long, spiky orange hair and he smirked at me. I blushed and cried out when I saw my skirt was lifted slightly. Oh no, was this guy going to molest me?! Kidnap me?!

He held the knife to my throat and hissed angrily. "Scream one more time and it'll be the last sound you make."

I closed my mouth immediately, terrified. I tried to hold them back, but tears pricked at my eyes and soon started to overflow. He showed no mercy even as he saw me cry. He kicked my side and ordered me to get up again.

I obeyed, pulling my skirt back down and rising to my feet. He pulled hard are the rope that attached to my hands, burning as it rubbed against my skin. He began walking forward.

"Follow me and don't make any noise."

I didn't want to die, so what else was I supposed to do but obey him? I cried and cried, tears blurring my vision as I walked, but I never slowed down and I was careful not to make much noise. It felt like we'd been walking endlessly and my feet were starting to ache. I also had scratched everywhere from the bramble and twigs littered around the forest. Finally, I was lead to a white van, the ones you'd see in movies that pedophiles would be driving.

He opened the doors and shoved me inside, slamming the doors shut. I heard the sound of something locking and I knew I was trapped in here. That's when I became really terrified. What was this man going to do to me? Rape me? Kill me? Hold me for ransom? If it was the last option, he was out of luck, because I didn't have any parents, so I don't know who'd possibly pay to get me back.

I grunted as the car took off, wheels turned quickly as he drove like a mad man, me slamming into the walls off the van over and over again. After a while, I'd managed to sit up straight and pull free of my ropes, but what did that matter if I couldn't leave the van?

"Let me out!" I screamed in desperation, my claustrophobia finally kicking in. "What do you want with me?!" I broke down into sobs. I was also afraid of being alone, and with no one to talk to, it felt like I was alone. "Answer me!"

"Chu," I heard something squeak. It was then that I realized that Chuchu was still with me. I thought she'd been left behind. Nope, the electric mouse was in a small cage, but the man had taken her with us.

I felt a bit less alone, but the horror still kept building up inside. We had been driving for at least two hours now, and my imagination was running wild. I pictured the most awful things, the worst-case scenarios. I saw myself as a bloody heap on the side of the road, I saw me tied up in a bag then thrown in the river, and I imagined the s word, something that would scar me forever. Please Arceus, have mercy!

After a while, the tears stopped, but I'd fallen into a sort of depression. I was shaking at Chuchu was calling out to me sadly. My heart stopped with the van. Where ever he was taking me, we were here.

I heard the key turn as he began to open the van and I mustered all the courage inside of me. Grabbing Chuchu's cage, I sprung out as the doors opened, hitting my kidnapper and trying desperately to run. I never stood a chance.

I screamed in sheer agony as I felt his blade enter my arm, tears started forming again and I was so afraid that I became paralyzed, dropping Chuchu's cage and hearing the Pokemon's sad cries. I panicked, seeing blood everywhere. Would he kill me now that I'd tried to escape?

"That was a warning," he grunted, grabbing a handful of my hair and jerking it. I hissed in pain. He tied new ropes around me, even tighter now and he kicked me until I stood again. He snatched up Chuchu's cage and he forced me to walk with him again. "Next time you do that, the injury will be more severe. I don't show any mercy, not even to little, weeping girls. Just listen to me, honey, and you'll live. I honestly don't want you to die. I'd appreciate your cooperation."

My chest tightened and my arm seared with pain as if I were on fire. The smell of blood made me dizzy and I knew I was still bleeding. Badly.

"The faster you move along, the faster we can tend to your wound," he promised me. But I wondered if I should really believe him. Even if the pain in my arm ceased, there was still pain elsewhere. I felt like everything was shattering. I didn't think anyone was going to find me, honestly. Call me a weakling, but I was already starting to abandon hope.

I started shaking even more as an old, abandoned warehouse came into sight. Then things really felt hopeless.

"Chuuu," Chuchu squeaked in terror.

"Welcome to your new home, darling," the man whispered in my ear with a chuckle. "You'll be happy here if you just do what I ask, okay? From now on, you're mine."

I didn't speak. I couldn't anymore. It felt like there was a huge lump in my throat that I couldn't swallow. I also didn't want to speak for fear of crying. I didn't want to cry in front of this monster anymore. This sadistic freak seemed to get pleasure out of it.

He tugged on my ropes and I continued on, staring at the ground. The earth here was cried and dried out, looking like it could use some rain. Would my tears suffice? Despite my wishes, I cried again. I heard him chuckle. Dang it. Couldn't I be stronger? He was winning this fight.

We paused for a moment as he took out a key and opened the doors of the warehouse. I saw nothing inside except a single chair, a spotlight shined upon it. I knew that's where I'd be sitting.

"Take a seat," he ordered, verifying my thoughts.

I sat down obediently, staring down at my feet again. At this point, I felt numb. A bit devoid of emotion. I had finally gotten all the teas out of my system. He cut off my ropes, pulling out something better to tie me down with. Cable ties bound my hands and feet to the chair. I couldn't move at all and I frowned, feeling uncomfortable since the ties were cutting into my skin.

"Look at me," the man instructed, but I did not do so. I didn't want to look at him. I wanted to disappear. I imagined still lying under the oak tree, waking up, and walking home embarrassed that I'd fallen asleep. Why couldn't things have happened like that.

"If you don't listen, I will not only punish you, but you little friend as well."

Making sure I understood that he wasn't lying, he threw down Chuchu's cage, my poor baby hissing in pan, unable to fight back.

"Don't hurt her!" I screamed, infuriated that he'd injure her while she's so defenseless. I knew none of her moves could work in that cage. "Leave Chuchu alone..."

I looked up at him, trying to give him my most serious look. If I wasn't bound, I wouldn't hesitate to slap him. It wasn't like me to even desire to hurt others, but no one messed with my Pokémon and got away with it.

He chuckled, picking up Chuchu's cage and hanging it on a hook. "Don't you look cute when you're angry. It's a shame that you had to go and cry tough. Now your eyes are all puffy."

Seeing that I wasn't amused with him, he sighed and picked something up off a wooden shelf. It was a blue box with a white plus sign on it.

"You should worry more about yourself," he said, opening the box and pulling out some bandages. He walked over to me and wrapped them around my bleeding arm, making sure it was nice and tight so the bleeding would stop. "You asked me earlier what I wanted with you, correct?"

I glared at him. He frowned. "Now, now. Having an attitude will get you nowhere with me, In fact, it'll lead you into a world of pain. You will answer me when I speak to you, is that clear?!"

I could tell he was serious. "...Yes."

"Good," he said. "Now, allow me to explain why you're here. First off, my name is Lance, but you may only refer to me as "sir" or "master." This warehouse here is the base of my organization. My organization's goal is to take control of Kanto, then, steadily advance until the world is ours. I obviously lead the organization along with the Elite Four."

My eyes widened. I knew the name Lance. He himself was a member of the Elite four. How the heck had he convinced the others to join in his evil scheme? This guy meant business. "What I want you for is to join my organization, become one of my ace assassins. I know that you have powerful skills when it comes to Pokémon. I want you and your little rat in the cage over there to become feared members of my arsenal. Will you join me?"

"Seeing as how you've kidnapped me, I suppose I don't have a choice."

"Let me introduce you to the other Elite four, they'll become your mentors."

Three people emerged from the shadows, each smirking menacingly.

A buff man spoke first. "I'm Bruno. I'll be teaching you fighting skills with both your Pokémon and yourself."

A woman with big breasts adjusted her glasses. "Lorelei. I'll teach you how to wield different weapons."

An old lady then spoke. "The name is Agatha and I'll instruct you on camouflage."

Lance then spoke up again. "I'll teach you various other skills. I promise, we will break you. I'll mold you into a whole new person. From now on, Yellow, you'll be called Amarillo del bosque. Don't resist us."

So that was how I lived my life. The four of them molded me to be what they wanted and broke my spirit. Chuchu and I weren't the same anymore. After countless punishments an beatings by Lance, I accepted that I was his and gave my obedience. I became the assassin he so wished for. With my new name, came new clothes as well. I tied my hair in a ponytail and wore a long, black shirt and an orange dress over it. I never went by Yellow again. I really became Amarillo del bosque. And now, we've reached the present.

As I sat in my small, grey room, well, more like a cell, I heard a knock on my door. Not waiting for a reply, Lorelei rudely barged in, glaring at me. Why did she always glare? With a tinge of jealousy in her voice, she stated, "Lance has requested for you."

That's why she glared at me. Jealousy. I knew the woman was desperately in love with Lance. Why did she get jealous of me though? Lance was my captor, nothing more.

Not the same, sweet girl anymore, I glared back at her and said, "Rude as ever. Do you ever knock? What if I were to barge in on you?"

She hissed at me, unamused. "Get your ass moving."

"I know my place," I assured her. "Lance doesn't like to be kept waiting."

That ticked her off for some reason. "You're just Lance's little toy. Don't think you're anything more!"

"I don't think I'm anything more," I snorted at her. "But you sure do."

I left her in her rage, picking up Chuchu and walked down a long hallway to Lance's chambers. Knowing I'd be scolded if I were to barge in like Lorelei, I knocked.

"Enter," Lance called.

I pushed open the doors and walked up to Lance's throne. I kneeled down. "What did you need...Master?" I hated that he made me call him that, but I was unable to disobey him anymore. He'd erased my hopes of escaping. My hands were bandaged from all the awful training he put me through.

He smiled that sadistic smile. "I have a mission for you."

"Yes?"

"Kill the Pokémon champion, Red."