[attr="class","monty"]He slouched over the tiny coffee table, a storm raging outside his apartment. The dull, yellow light was the only thing that gave him the ability to see the papers in his hands aside from the occasional bolts of lightning outside. The sea beside the port town of Driftveil City threw threatening waves against the beach.

The CLAYDOL levitated beside him, whirring in warning.

"I fuckin' know. Just give me a minute, okay?" His voice was sharp and annoyed, though his annoyance wasn't directed at his Pokemon's concern for him. It was that feeling of anxiety, nervousness building like the waves outside in his stomach and threatening to overcome him.

He didn't have much time left. It was now or never.

With scissors in hand, he began to cut through the paper. His name was chopped out. It wasn't like he'd been going by it anyway. Next, his mother. Then father. All important, traceable information was erased one paper at a time. He held the names, the numbers, everything in his hands.

"■ ■ ■ ■ ■," "■ ■ ■ ■," and "■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■ ■" stood out to him. He sighed, stacking them into a pile onto the table.

"They're dead, anyway. So am I, I s'pose," the man muttered, taking a canister of fuel and dumping it over the table. He stepped away from it, taking out a box of matches.

Swipe. Swipe. Swipe. Fire. "Let's see how long they'll take to find out we've left. Let's go, Claydol."

He flicked the match onto the fuel. The paper went into flames, as did the table. He didn't stay around long enough to see his apartment burn, escaping into the night with his Pokemon as his side. It was time to go.

Fixing a cowboy hat on his head, Montgomery boarded the boat waiting for him. "Time to go to Hoenn."

[attr="class","montytag"]Montgomery James