epicpwner2003 (2014-04-03 00:09:03)

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Mewtwo guarded the house. The house used to be owned by his parents. His mother was killed and his father ran to a unknown region. This region had lots of land, at least. All the land had scarce towns, meaning not a lot of trainers. Mewtwo hated trainers. They would be noobish and throw Poké Balls at his face, struggling every time.

Ah, the Lucias region...Population is 5 Pokémon and counting. This was what Ian thought as he floated around. Ian was a Gastly, a very strong Pokémon. He lived in a cemetary. Ian was once a Pikachu. But Red, his trainer, was horrible. Once, Ian had fainted. Red rushed to the Poké Center, but it was too late. Red buried the Pokémon, mourning its death. Ian's soul slipped out, in the form of a Gastly. His parents were once a Pikachu and a Eevee. But they had been killed during a war. Ian kept floating around they graveyard. A young Pokémon was crawling on the graveyard floor. Ian looked around. "Alright, whoever's disturbing us better show themselves!" he yelled.

-TBC-

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