Pansear awoke with a jolt, she had a Terrible feeling like something was going to happen.
Suddenly her hut started to cave in. She had to use a frantic fire punch to make her way out. Once she got out she stared at the rubble pile that had previously been her home.She was devastated. Suddenly a dark figure emerged from the bushes, he was wearing a black robe and his face was covered. He was only about a foot tall and had a stench.
He was holding something in his robe, most likely a weapon. In a scratchy voice he said "you better run!"
"Was it you who destroyed my hut?" pansear returned.
"maybe, maybe not." the hooded figure replied in a sarcastic voice.
"Grr!" pansear attacked with a blaze kick, but the hooded pokemon blocked the attack using a iron defense.
"Why did you do it!?" pansear questioned. there was silence on the other end.
"I said WHY!!!"
"It's my job, I'm a ah .. ... What you might call a pokemon slayer."
Pansear was terrified, both of his parents had been killed by pokemon slayers.
"But, but... you are a pokemon yourself!"
"Yes, that's true, I am a pokemon but,". the pokemon stopped to think for a minute. "I hate most pokemon."
Suddenly the hooded pokemon ran off into the woods. Pansear was just about to follow but then she noticed somthing in the grass. when she bent over to pick it up she noticed that there were dozens of them, only about an inch tall and a couple centimeters wide, each one was a pin. She examined them thoroughly and saw that they were shaped like a shield, had a large P on them and had a lightning bolt across the middle.
"Team Plasma",pansear thought as her head started to flare up.
