My story? You want to hear my story? Really? Well alright. But I warn you it's not a very nice one. In fact it started rather badly. Now where to start? Oh I know! Well it was a dark and stormy night… just kidding but it was dark and it was night though no storm.

I was in a gang. The Gengar gang of Goldenrod City to be exact. I was one of the weaker members. I got involved because my brother was part of the gang and I just sort of got dragged in. I had no real interest in the gang but I was a part of it none the less.

I was valuable to the gang because I had a skill for finding pearls and coral which helped fund the gang. So this is where I'll start my story. Three months had passed and I hadn't been able to find anything of value during my swim in the sea. The Shellders and Corsola had moved away. The only ones left were mine and they had nothing to offer. My Corsola wouldn't be able the shed her coral horns safely for another month and Shellders took forever to make pearls. There was nothing to be found other than useless, cheap seashells. That night I was terrified to go to the gangs headquarters. But for some stupid reason I went anyway with my precious Shellder and Corsola in their poke balls.

I didn't even make it there before the gang swarmed me on the street. "What did you get Maria?" the leader asked.

"There is nothing to be found. The seas are empty." I pleaded with them to understand.

They weren't happy with me. To say they were mad was an understatement. The leader punched me in the jaw sending me to the ground. Another one kicked me knocking the wind out of me. The leader left me at the other gang members mercy. I called out to my brother but he just turned away. I carefully moved to my knees. Shellder's poke ball rolled out of my pocket.

"Well what do we have here. A gang member snatched up the ball and called out Shellder after releasing a Zubat for protection. Not that he really needed it. Shellder wasn't that strong. "So this is how you have been getting the pearls!" he cried in triumph.

"Give her back!" I got punched in the jaw for my out burst.

"Let's see with else you got." Two held me down as they searched my pockets. "Ah-ha!" he called out Corsola and promptly had Zubat confuse him. He reached for Corsola's horn and forcefully snapped it off. Crosola cried if pain but unable to do anything due to the confusion.

"NO! You can't do that!" a fist to face and gut silenced me unfortunately. They threw me to the ground and one startled me to continue hitting me.

Then all of a sudden the weight was gone and someone was standing over me. Protecting me.

A fire monkey sprung between the gang knocking them over one by one like bowling pins. After that I don't know what happened. I just fell into darkness as I passed out.

An I am warning you now I am notorious for not finnishing stories. Looking for a bata but don't really know how it works.