Ch. 1

Bitter Beginnings

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Dust, rocks, and dirt flew through the air as Maris and her dragon opponent Haxorus were locked together in a bitter battle. She charged at him with a drain punch at the ready while he simply sidestepped the attack and hit her with outrage. She cried out in pain as the attack slammed into her ribs and crashed into the earth with a bone crunching thud. Maris was slow to get up as she clutched at her injured side and let out a yelp when she tenderly touched it.

"(Damn it, I must have gotten a broken rib from that last attack)," Maris thought angrily as she once again was on the ropes.

(You should give up, it's obvious who's going to win this fight and you haven't landed a single blow on me. So I suggest you stay down and don't get up,)" Haxorus thought smugly as he sensed another win to add to his trainer's countless victories.

"(I'll never quit you arrogant piece of crap! Don't underestimate me just because I'm considered a battle rookie pokemon! I'll show you my power by ramming that large head of yours into the cold, hard ground!)" Maris shouted with renewed vigor as she slowly got up to stare down her opponent.

(Vulgar wench, I'll shut you up by knocking around that deflated head of yours!)" Haxorus replied with such anger in his voice that it shook the earth itself.

"Alright Maris lets end this with one final charge. Use drain punch!" Dmitri shouted as he felt victory slipping away, yet again.

"Haxorus, you know what to do, use outrage," Delia said in apathetic tone.

The two pokemon charged at each other, both fists raised, ready to strike the other down. Then the two attacks collided with each other, as the shockwaves of their attacks knocked away debris and even created a small crater. Maris drew back her arm and howled in pain as it went numb from both attacks colliding. Haxorus capitalized on her nurturing her arm and with one final attack, seized her numb arm and slammed her to the ground.

"No, Maris, MARIS!" Dmitri cried as he rushed on the battle field to check on his injured pokemon and friend.

When he reached her, she once again rose to her feet, but her injuries weakened her and she fell on one knee. She coughed up some blood too as she still clutched her numb arm. She saw Dmitri approaching and tried to meet him half way, but collapsed in a heap on the ground.

"Maris are you okay?" Dmitri asked in a worried tone.

"(I have a broken rib, my chest feel like it was torn apart, and I lost all feeling in one of my arms. Yep, I'm doing great,)" Maris replied sarcastically.

"Geez, I was just asking. Don't I have the right to worry when my friend is slammed into the earth?" Dmitri asked while fumbling through his pockets for the max potion he saved the day before.

Dmitri got a max potion out of his pocket and sprayed its contents on her injuries. Maris growled a little when the spray made contact with her skin, but endured it as she knew moving out of the way would waste it. After a few more seconds, she sprung to her feet, practiced by her strikes by throwing some punches in the air at an invisible opponent, and did some jumping jacks.

"Heh, looks like the max potion did its job," Dmitri said with a small smile forming on his face.

"(Well duh, otherwise I'd still be on the ground rolling around in pain)," Maris said flatly. Her attention then shifted to Delia who was approaching them from the torn battle field. Haxorus was walking beside her, anger still evident in his eyes.

"That was a good match Dmitri. Just try not to rely on physical attacks so much. Try to throw in some special attacks in the battle, because you missed out on some great opportunities," Delia said with when she went into "teacher mode".

"(There is no way I'm shaking your hand)," Haxorus seethed.

"(Well good, 'Cause I don't know where that things been)," Maris said with a grin on her face.

"(I don't play with myself Maris,)" Haxorus retorted.

Before she could say more, Dmitri grabbed her hand and started to walk back their home. Dmitri waved goodbye to his friend as he led them both back to their home. She blushed as he took her hand in his, her heart beating a mile a minute at the contact. She quickly hid her arousal and pushed it back down, for now.

Their house more specifically was mansion. Since his mom was a renowned trainer back in the day, she used her prize money to buy herself and her husband their dream house, which was a mansion. Dmitri's dad died a few weeks later on a business trip when his plane to Kanto had engine failure and crashed into the face of the mountain. She knew they arrived when she heard the familiar click of the door opening and the scent of food flooded her nostrils. She allowed herself to lead to the bedroom and then immediately belly flopped onto the bed.

"Hey, scoot over I'm tired too Maris," Dmitri said tiredly.

"(You're tired? I didn't see you fighting an overgrown lizard,)" Maris said right back at her companion as she yanked Dmitri onto the bed.

She then cuddled up to him and fell into a deep sleep. Dmitri was trapped underneath her so he just decided to fall asleep too. It was Sunday so they both needed to get their rest. They did have to go to school tomorrow.

Dmitri's Dreamscape

He and Maris were surrounded by wild pokemon in a barren landscape long deprived of life. He was yanked behind her as she didn't want him to get harmed. It then turned into a gang attack as all of them attacked at once. Dmitri witnessed her getting torn apart and eaten by savage wild pokemon. She was howling in pain as her insides were turned into a buffet for the predators. It was a mess of blood and gore. When he rushed to help her, he felt a sharp pain go through his back. When he looked down at his gut, a green sharp tail had impaled him and the tail furiously wriggled its way out of his gut. He looked into the eyes of his murder and it was a serperior, with bloodshot eyes, scars, and bruises everywhere.

What happened next would terrify him forever. Maris rose back up on her feet, with a slight limp on her bloody leg, and advanced towards him. He could only watch as she approached him. She then seized him by the throat and lifted him up until they were eye level, or where her eyes should have been, his brown eyes meeting her nonexistent ones. With the blood pouring down her face freely, Maris ran her hand over her face and rubbed on Dmitri's terrified one. She then whispered in his ear with a sad, depressing tone;

"You killed me Dmitri. I thought we were friends."

The dream didn't continue as he woke up screaming at the top of his lungs, crying his eyes out.