A smooth cave was what I wished for. At least you could step or float in it without changing height every step. Unfortunately, wishes didn't come true. Faith and other things to me were just denial to... pretty much everything. Obviously, faith is needed for determination. If I didn't have determination to find Davis, then obviously something was missing.

[i]'.-. ..- -.'[/i] That odd message kept floating around in my mind, bouncing off ideas. Both nonsensical and strange. One of them was that he was abducted by a higher power. Otherwise, I had very little idea what the message was about, much less the content of it. I spent weeks figuring out that, but Davis' odd and possibly incomplete message wasn't going to be solved anytime soon. Yet, I wasn't giving up, thinking about it while moving around at the same time. I had noticed the cave had gotten more hostile, the environment reflecting this as more stupidly brave Pokemon tried murdering us. The amount of openings were dwindling as we went further into the system. I said goodbye to the last hole of sunlight peeking through, because we had been traveling in darkness for some time. I had reason to believe it was going to be our last source of outside light, until...

...we found torches nailed into walls two minutes later. Translated into fighting time, we fought one Pokemon that nicked me. I laughed at it initially, but... it was a nick. I had never got a nick. A FRICKIN' NICK. Most of the time, Pokemon would struggle getting through the electrifying boulder that was me. Futile attempts to break my shell, wasted away by broken claws, cracked teeth and bruised tails. I knew from that nick that I wasn't invulnerable. What an environment I was exposed to... full of Birchwood Pokemon that did little to even hurt or maim. I would've made another insincere comment about Davis, but I was interrupted by our guide.

"That's a... THAT'S a standard-issue- oh screw it. History doesn't really matter if it stretches by over a millennium." For some reason, that PHAAB (acronym for Personal Head Armour Against General Ballistics, which was made by the popular Johan 'something' back then) was in that Goomy's possession. Normally, it wouldn't fit on Pokemon, but obviously being a gastropod he was able to stuff his head/entire body into it. Plus, he was already strange for being able to utilize unexpected moves not normally seen in a Goomy. I wasn't shocked or anything, but I stayed in one place, motionless as I stared at the Goomy slither and wobble. I followed shortly afterwards, because I was left behind. I thought I had heard another message, but that was just some little holes in the wall whistling from the sea wind blowing through. They didn't look natural... neither did the cave we were currently in. It was smooth. Visible cracks were around. More tiny holes that were craters riddled the wall of the cave...

I didn't care. That was probably the Mudkip doing something nasty. Most likely; digging holes for the three torches that weren't arranged in any sort of fashion. They were all eye level, with some with less wood burning.

Finally, we were in the Mudkip's hideout. "See? It IS a hostage situation." I pointed out to my delight. What? Nobody responded, so I expected nobody to realise what I had said earlier. This was pretty ant-climatic thanks to all the Pokemon running to storm us.

[i]...storm, eh?[/i] Nope. I was not doing that team-killing move again. I had to go for a lighter approach. "Who objects to me killing everyone in this room? At least the weak Pokemon around." I sounded stupid just to ask, but receiving confirmation meant I was free to electrocute everything in this room without... guilt. Guilt. Now that's an emotion I was looking for. On track: I assumed nobody could answer me while being splashed on or slapped. So, without hesitation, I let off a bolt of electricity and struck a shell or fish in its gut, making it doing a front-half-somersault. "Perfect aim."

Yet, another damn nick. From a little ball of water that merely pushed me aside. "What a poor choice for an opponent." I faced the idiotic Pokemon that had attacked me, twice because I was turning so fast. I'd blame Davis for allowing scratches to get on so easily, but he did the best he could to find a suitable strong and light metal for my body. So... I was going to kill him if I found him. After all, I had taken on a creepy and sinister tone.