It was the end of the Summer, a beautiful September day in the ocean spreading out East of Dewford; the sun sparkled on the water glazing the surroundings and many young pokemon were frolicking in the waters minding their business. I was swimming along admiring the view when a charming female Magikarp asked me of my name. I spoke it as Gregory. She said she was of Western descent, the great grand-daughter of the famous red gyarados of the Johto region. I asked her her name but she declined saying it was too embarrassing. After a short while of insisting I managed to grasp some utter of a word that she was the sister of the infamous Magikarp Wilkins. Wilkins was a food dealer in a market here in Hoenn and from what I had heard it was certainly a lot easier for female Magikarp to receive said food than males. It was in the sad business that poor Wilkins had ironically received a virus from eating his own food resulting in large pimples sprouting over his body. Wilkins' sister sobbed slightly and I laid a reassuring fin on her shoulder. We spoke for a while exchanging anecdotes of pain, joy and even remorse. She gave me her number and said that I should call her and pop in for a visit sometime soon at her holiday house and help look after Wilkins. She said adieu and swiftly swam away in the direction of which she came.
I called her many a time after a that but I have had no reply back from her. Sometimes I saw her wandering on her lonesome and sometimes even exchanged a smile here and there but we never spoke again after that brief encounter. Sometimes I wonder sitting on a rock under the water by Slateport City what it would be like going shopping with Wilkin's sister, looking after Wilkins and dancing under the moonlight with her.
In October, I saw her again but this time she was with Michael. Michael Huntingtonworth was a Gyarados and a few years older than I was. His teeth were sharper than mine and he was faster and better at battling than I was, but the way he treated Wilkins' sister was appalling. Wilkins couldn't fight Michael off because he was too weak from the self-poisoning. Whenever I saw them together I would hear Michael yelling at her and ordering her to get food for him of which she'd always respond with "Yes Michael", once I heard her say "No Michael, not this time" and he beat her there and then.
Christmas Day was the last time I ever saw Wilkins' sister. I hadn't spoken to Wilkins' sister since that day in September and I had finally plucked up the courage three months later. I swam along at ten o'clock in the morning to their house, which was just West off the coast of Dewford underneath where Granite Cave resides above ground, and saw that their lights were off. Strange, their lights were always on at ten and they'd sit down and eat breakfast at half past. I knocked on the door but there was no reply. I decided to try the back door and fortunately found it unlocked and crept into their darkened living room,
"Hello!" I called, "Merry Christmas!"
The hollow silence echoed in my ears and I made the slow ascent up the stairs. In a normal house the stairs would've creaked but there was a silence as I ascended higher and higher up, my fin lay on the door at the top and I pushed it open to reveal a sight that has haunted me to this very day. Her dead body lay there on the floor, pale. Two deep gashes caved into her body.. these gashes reminiscent of a gyarados' fangs. I turned to see Michael blocking the door. He gasped my throat and pinned me to the wall, I desperately flailing out but it was too late. Michael's fangs pierced my throat, tossed me aside and left the room in a flash of light.
As I laid next to the dead body of Wilkins' sister bleeding to death, I looked closer. It wasn't her at all, it was the infamous Wilkins. Who must've got into a fight with Michael on Christmas Day. I put a fin to my neck to keep the blood from pumping out and limped slowly out of the bedroom door and down the stairs. I didn't care if Michael was down there, I was going to die anyway and I wouldn't make it to the nearest hospital either. To my luck Michael had gone. I heard a sobbing from somewhere in the house. In the kitchen I finally found her, Wilkins' sister was cowering under a table she seemed unharmed but judging by the sound of her voice she knew what had happened.
"Gregory!" She screamed in horror looking at me, I didn't have long left.
She said some things, I couldn't make out I just nodded and said everything would be all right. She drew me in and wept. It felt warm. Then, I smiled and I closed my eyes.