"...and I am reporting live from the Accumula Town Massacre," the television mounted on the wall in the terminal blared, peeking my interest. From what I gathered, this world was more peaceful, and their troubles didn't involve murder. I was a whole new thing for them.

"It appears that the individual who executed the massacre is unknown to any of the police as to who it could be; there are no individuals who match the description. I will now interview a witness of the event." The interviewer turned to a man who looked scared from remembering my attack, though still excited to be on TV. I quickly identified him as the other store clerk.

"The shooting was really sudden," he began, his fingers twitching as he recalled the memory, "and I remember looking at the attacking and thinking 'Hey, maybe she's here to buy some goods,' and I never expected her to pull out a gun. I just remember Nurse Joy welcoming her, and then they went silent, so I thought she was getting her Pokémon healed. And then she shot Nurse Joy, and someone screamed, and then everyone started falling to the ground, dead."

"Can you describe what she looked like?" the interviewer asked, pulling the mic to her mouth and angling it towards his when she finished speaking.

"Sure. She had pink hair, I remember that especially, since it reminded me of Nurse Joy's hair color; she was wearing a suede coat and knitted red scarf, and I think she was maybe five feet tall? she wasn't that tall, anyways. And I also remember that she would have killed us all if not for one guy." In response, the reporter turned back towards the camera, the mic once again pulled to her lips.

"It appears that there was a savior tothese people. Could you please discribe him?"

"Well, I found that he looked pretty inconspicuois; he didn't wear any flashy clothes, just the normal Psychic's wear. I'm pretty sure he lives in town, 'cause he comes to the Pokemon Center often....There! It was that guy there!" The clerk looked around while he talked, and, upon seeing the man who stopped me the day before, pointed frantically at him. "Hey! Over here!" the clerk called, waving the apperant Psychic to his side. I watched as he sighed ever so slightly and walked towards the news crew.

"I hear you saved this town from certain doom," the reporter started. "Now, what is your name, sir?"

"Illuis," the Psychic replied.

"Well then, Illuis, how do you feel about being a hero to the town you live in?"

"It changes nothing, and it shouldn't change anything. I am quite satisfied with the life I lived before I became a so-called 'hero', and I don't plan to change it. "

"My, how modest! And what happened to the girl who performed the massacre?"

"I let her go," Illuis answered, triggering a gasp to come from another passer by who was watching the terminal's television.

The reporter turned towards the camera. "Then this is a warning to all citizens of Unova. There is a mass murderer on the loose in our region. The police force will be contacted and identification on the murderer will be realesed to the public as a saftey precation. Now, back to our interview. Illuis, do you feel it would have been best to have killed the murder before she gets to more citizens?"

"Who am I to take her life?" Illuis began, his voice enraged. "Is that not murder? Is that not what makes her so terrible. Now, mind you, I don't think of myself as an accomplice, nor do I feel sympathetic in any way, shape, or form; I simply feel it is not my call to end her life. I shan't make her mistake."

The reporter nodded her head. "Yes, that is a fine way to put it. Any last words you'd like to tell the veiwers?" Having been offered the mic, he nodded and grabbed said object.

"After the girl left, I saw her leave and exit Accumula town via the terminal connecting to Route 2. Judgeing by the speed in which she ran, I would say that she would be at the terminal between Striaton city and Route 3. All travelers, please halt your journeys through said terminal if you value your life. Anyone—" Suddenly, the televesion shut off, and I looked to see the terminal worker fearfully pointing the remote at it. Her arms trembled as she stared at me, and the other passer by followed suit.

"God dammit, Illius!" I muttered under my breath before pulling out my right and left gun. Two people, two guns, two shots.

Two corpses.

I dashed for the terminal exit, the one I hadn't come through, and sprinted into the route before me. The police would be after me as soon as Illuis and the store clerk helped with an identification sketch, so I had little time. Luckily, hiding was my forte, and I was surrounded by trees. Veering left, I entered the grove of trees next to the route.