A suspect can be seen being questioned in a certain room in Tapu Village Research Center. He was surrounded by police officers and their pokemon, this included a squawking Natu.

"Did you order your pokemon to kill?"

"No"

Natu nods.

"Did your pokemon intend to kill?"

"Not to my knowledge"

A natu nods.

"Why do you think your pokemon killed?"

"I don't know, it may have been accidental"

Natu Nods

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After the interrogation, he was back in the first-floor lobby. The hall was more spacious with so many trainers eliminated. The sea of people was now more like a small pond.

Some people can be heard talking a farther distance away, "I heard a rumor that a trainer laughed at him, and then when they had a match, his Gastly killed their pokemon."

"I heard that the Gastly killed the trainer too"

"Nah no way, I was there"

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"Hehehehehe human, nobody is laughing at you now"

Jared frowns, "Gastly, did you do that on purpose?"

"I learned a new move"

"That's not what I asked"

"Stupid human, in life or death battles it's kill or be killed."

"Gastly, they judged it as accidental this time, but if it happens again... they said they are going to bar me from all tournaments and confiscate you..."

"Hmph they can try"

"Why did you go so over the top this time?"

"The dead plant had a dirty trick, he burned my body with darkness,"

"Please just... hold back a little next time, and what move did you learn?"

"Don't know"

"... Great"

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Round of 15!

Jared & Gastly!

VS

Ken & Wartortle!

"Begin"

Ken casually strolls into the arena with a light smile, he raises his fist in the air, prompting many in the crowd to cheer.

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"Gastly, Ken is a top seed, while we do have thirty minutes now in the round of 15, we should still go all out from the start, anyways, do you want to tell me now what your new move does?"

"It made the plant dry up"

"...Anything more specific?"

"It's hard to dodge"

"Ok, well, if my memory serves, then the Wartortle should have a darkness move as well, but it's close range."

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Outwardly, Ken walks forward with a confident Gait, but inwardly Ken is a bit troubled, (His Gastly knows hypnosis and can turn invisible, but I can't just have my wartortle just stick his head in the ground, what would my fans think?)

"Wartortle, charge up refresh, if he hits you with a hypnosis, use it as you lose consciousness."

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Ken and Jared are now within Twenty yards of each other.

"Gastly, I'm going to feed you negative energy now, I'm trusting you not to kill."

"Shut up human, he's coming"

Bloodying his knees, Jared feels doubt, (When you talk to me like that, it feels like you don't think of me as anything more than a source of negative energy, but I suppose that was the contract we made...) Letting out a long sigh, he then drops to his knees as if in prayer, and soon his thoughts are broken by cruel suffering.

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Up in the stands, the place is packed with more than six hundred people.

Down near the Mr. Mimes surrounding the glass are three casters, they were idly sitting in chairs they had brought, while a couple of cameras record them talking,

"Hello viewers at home, we have an exciting match today, Ken and his wartortle are about to clash with the dark horse of this competition, Jared and his Gastly!"

"That's right Micheal, I was also given news that his last opponent's pokemon was killed, and the trainer is still unconscious, but it was judged as accidental after a Natu confirmed it."

"Back to the match, it looks like something is happening, Jared appears to be kneeling down as if praying for a victory."

"And how can we blame him Jim?, since evolving, Kens wartortle has crushed everyone in his way, and in an interview, Ken had said that only Akoni and his vaporeon are a threat!"

"That's quite interesting Micheal, Kekoa had said the very same thing, if Ken wins this match and ends up battling Kekoa, it will be riveting to see who's right!"

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"Many in the crowd start to get upset when Jared starts screaming in pain, "Seriously, why does he keep screaming? Why did they give that maniac a mic? Now I can barely even hear the casters, I didn't pay good money to listen to this!"

Others just ignore it completely.

A mature woman can be heard scowling, "What does he mean IF Ken wins? My Kens wartortle knows bite, that Gastly hasn't got a chance."

Her boyfriend sighs, "I don't know, I saw the match with the pidgeotto, and his Gastly survived a hundred wind blades."

"Don't compare him with Kens wartortle, they are on a different level!"

A younger man around twenty speaks loudly, "Eh, I don't see what's so good about Ken anyways"

Those words got him a glare from more than a few female fans within earshot.

His friend chuckles, "Heh, you just don't like that he has so many female fans, and your girlfriend likes him"

"Shut up, he's nothing more than a pretty face"

"Sure..."

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Feeling the influx of negative energy, Gastly doesn't bother with trying to put Wartortle to sleep, and he instead begins materializing six meters above Wartortle.

Meanwhile, Wartortle can be seen crouching in waist-deep water with just his head peeking out.

With a glare, Gastly scowls when the wartortle blasts him with a high-powered water gun using the river water.

The mostly female crowd cheers as the powerful water blast deform Gastlys shape.

Gastly ponders the situation, (If he keeps using river water he's not going to run out of stamina... Hrmph just wait right there stupid turtle, once I fully reform your end will be the same as the plant.)

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As if noticing something off, the Wartortle dives into the water just as Gastly fires off a Spite, then reappears further upriver, and continues accurately pelting the floating Gastly with more high-pressure water guns.

Gastly Just grins cruelly, Ignorant turtle, you think I'm stupid enough to chase you down there? I have all the negative energy I need, lets see how long you can dodge!

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For a full ten minutes, Gastly and Wartortle play the game of cat and mouse, and the pain from the water blasts and the annoyance of missing his attacks starts to get to him, but he doesn't go lower.

Ken starts to lose his cool, (That gastly really can take a beating, and it doesn't appear like he's getting any weaker, are gastlys really this unstoppable, is this why they are so rare?)

Despite evading each time, the attack was too difficult to dodge, the water could only mitigate most of the ghostly Spites.

Ten minutes later Wartortle is gasping for breath, as more and more attacks hit him through the water.

Feeling the negative energy slow, and the water guns begin to deal damage that doesn't heal, Gastly growls in Jared's mind, "HUMAN, WHATS GOING ON?"

Jared can be seen collapsed on the ground gasping for breath, and he doesn't reply.

Gastly begins actively trying to avoid the water guns with a scowl, (Damned human, what's he doing...)

Five more minutes pass, and now Gastly is wavering, but the wartortle feels it too, appearing to be too tired to even dodge, and his water guns are now a pale shadow of their former self.

"Human, times running out and I can't go on... I need energy."

With blood dripping from his knees, Jared is lying down half-conscious from the mental and emotional exhaustion.

Twenty minutes of blinding pain was not normally his limit, but, it was not even two hours ago that he was forced to do the same thing, and now blood loss was mudding his mind.

Jared vaguely hears Gastlys voice, but he doesn't understand what's happening or where he is.

"HUMAN GET UP"

(Who's saying that...)

"YOU MADE A PACT WITH ME HUMAN, YOU AREN'T ALLOWED TO GIVE UP!"

(Give up? Give up on what?...)

Feeling a weakened water gun almost knock his wavering form unconscious, Gastly screams,

"GET BACK TO YOUR KNEES JARED!!!"

Shaking, Jared gets to his knees, not knowing why he's doing it.

Kneeling, he feels the blinding pain, then falls back down,

(No, it hurts, why am I doing this? it's too painful, I don't want to.)

Another water gun blasts Gastly, and his consciousness fades in and out again, but he sends another tendril of thoughts, "Coward... can you accomplish anything lying down... weren't you going give up your flesh and blood...? "

The words were now nothing more than a whisper, but they jolted Jared's mind like a thunderbolt,

(I have something I need to accomplish? Is that why I have to kneel? ... is this why the voice wants me to feel pain? But I don't remember what it is... no maybe the voice is right, why does it feel like there's something I can't ever give up... even if I can't remember?)

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Feeling a sudden influx of negative energy Gastly smiles, as his consciousness becomes more clear.

Narrowing his eyes at the Warturtle, he begins bombarding him with Spites.

The wartortle had been charging another water gun in his mouth, but it dissipates as he falls back in the water.

Opening his eyes wide, Ken shouts, "WARTORTLE, WHAT'S GOING ON?"

Rushing through the water, he finds his Pokemon unconscious underwater and returns him to his pokeball, then he sighs in relief. He had seen the video of the Weepinbell's death and was afraid it could happen again.

Meanwhile, Gastly saw Ken wade through the water, and while he wanted to continue blasting more spites, he was concerned he'd get them disqualified.

Up in the stands, a caster shouts, "It seems Ken has returned wartortle to his Pokeball... this is quite an upset!"

Many in the crowd begin half-heartedly cheering. Jared had thoroughly annoyed them with the screaming all match, and now seeing him win, had some of them incensed.

Floating over his trainer, Gastly sees him still stubbornly holding on, kneeling in a pool of his own blood, "That's enough human you can stop"

(Stop? why is the voice telling me to stop? If I stop now won't I fail?)

"Do you hear me, stupid human I said stop"

Seeing no response, Gastly floats lower, and finds a glazed look in Jared's eyes.

Gastly knocks him over to prevent him from continuing, but Jared stubbornly returned to kneeling.

Blood continues to flow.

Squinting his eyes in concern, Gastly whispers "It's over Jared... you already accomplished what you set out to do, so now it's time to rest. "

With that, Jared fell forward into unconsciousness.

Gastly looks down with heavy eyes, (Oh human, I see now, just as you put down your life, I need to a well.)

As if gazing through the viscosities of time, Gastly sighs as his vision returns to Jared, (continue to sleep, your pain has been short, but I am different, I have suffered long, too long, my own wishes were carried for hundreds of years, far before you were born.)

(Don't hate me, for I won't hate you.)