In the last episode, both Timmy’s mom and dad were beaten up and while in 
the
hospital they flat-lined almost simultaneously…


A few days later Timmy is standing over their fresh graves, tears in his 
eyes.
“Damn it. Who could’ve done this? Well whoever it is, they will fucking 
pay.” He
places a dozen flowers on each of the graves and then slowly walks off to 
the
woods, to train…


Nine years later…

“Poliwrath! Strike harder! C’mon Machoke, block faster! Keep your guard up!”
Timothy Cogail is now twenty-two years old. All his pokemon have evolved and
grown stronger and faster alongside of him. Timothy has changed his name 
simply
to Arginato. His only purpose for living is to kill the murderers of his 
parents and
sister (who was later found in the shed in the backyard, dead). They are all 
training
in a forest clearing. Arginato unsheathes an eight-inch knife. “Training is 
done for
the day. Kiotske, rei, coma!” The pokemon smoothly follow his commands. “Now
for your test. You must each live on your own for all of the next week. It’s 
over a
weeks run from any notable city or town, so going to find one isn’t even an 
option.
We will meet back here at the end of the week. Understood?” His pokemon all 
nod
in silent consent. “Good. Farewell until then.” With that he turns and 
slowly walks
off into the woods with only his knife and the clothes on his back.

Later that day finds Arginato twenty miles north and west of the clearing. 
He’s
quietly singing, “…Lemme tell you how it’s gonna be, I’m gonna kill everyone
that steps up in front of me. Welcome to the same old fuck, everybody must 
be so
hard, …and they’re never gone give, shut up! Nobody gives a fuck, it doesn’t
change the fact that you suck…” Suddenly a twig snaps behind him, he spins
around to find a large scyther behind him. Seeing it had lost the element of
surprise, the scyther let out a battle cry and lunged at Arginato, blades 
extended.
Arginato caught one blade between his palms and flipped the wild pokemon 
over
his head and behind him. The pokemon landed on its feet and stabbed at 
Arginato
once more, this time striking home. The blade had managed to land a deep 
slash in
Arginato’s arm holding the knife. He drops the knife and leaps to the side 
as the
pokemon attacks again. Arginato swiftly picks up the knife with his 
uninjured arm
and flings it at the scyther, which had turned and was running towards him 
once
again. The knife hits the scyther square in the chest all the way to the 
hilt; the
pokemon stops running and looks down at its chest. “Scyth…?” Before it can 
even
say its name; the scyther falls down, unconscious. Arginato pulls the knife 
from
the pokemons chest and walks away, leaving it to die.