DISCLAIMER: Fact: James is gay. Fact: He plugs butt. Fact: He's a
dinnermasher. Fact: He's a legened in Prision. Fact: James is a
crossdresser. Fact: I don't own Pokemon. I know I uploaded this in the
past, but it got taken down for having a rant in it.
DEDICATION: Hmmm.... who to dedicate this to.... I've already dedicated stories to all the authors who I talk to or find amusing. I suppose I will dedicate this to.....you!
Ash looked around confused. This wasn't right. He shouldn't be standing in an allyway. Ash looked around and saw a figure running down the grimy alley. He didn't know the man, but felt something bad had just happened. Ash was about to chase after him, but he heard something move.
":Ash..." a voice called weakly.
Ash looked around confused. He didn't see anybody. All that was in the dark dank ally was discarded cigarette butts, alchol bottles, and... and a red liquid. Ash kneeled down and ran the tip of his finger on it before smelling it. Blood. No. This wasn't right. Something bad happened here. Ash turned around hoping for help but only choked on the metalic smell of blood and filth filled the air.
Then Ash saw something slumped next to the dumpster move weakly.. He went over and stumbled back in a mix of shock and horror. The site that lay before him was on that no amount of preparation could have readied him for.
Misty lay against the rusted dumpster surrounded by garbage and blood. Blood was everywhere. On the ground, the dumpster, and spattered on the wall slowly sliding down to the ground. Misty herself was covered in blood. Her blood.Where her stomach had been now was just a mangled hole, her stomach itself half in her body. the other half lay a few feet away, the veins on it still twitching lightly.
"Ash..." Misty weakly gurgled, blood spilling from her mouth andsliding down her body.ole.
"MISTY!!" Ash yelled sitting up.
"Ash?! What is it?!"
Ash looked around in a mix of relief and terror There was no dank filthy alley, just the comforting forest. No stale smell of blood. Just the sweet smell of pine. And most importantly, no dying Misty. She stared at him worried from her sleeping bag. Ash reached up and wiped the sweat that was streaming on his forehead and a few tears off.
"I-its nothing Misty," Ash lied. "Just a nightmare."
"With me? What was I doing? Assaulting you with a 2x4 again?" Misty joked.
"No.... Its... I don't want to talk about it"
Ash looked away, not wanting to face Misty.
"Ash, if it's got you spooked that bad, you should talk about it," Misty urged.
"I don't wanna!"
"Fine!"
There was a tense silence between them for a few seconds. Ash looked around then turned to Misty nervously.
"Misty...."
"Yeah?"
Ash hesitated. "You.... your not going to leave me soon right?"
"Of course not Ash! Why would you think that?"
"Its... Never mind. Thanks."
Misty stared in concern at Ash. She then noticed his hand and raised an eyebrow.
"Ash? Did you cut yourself?"
"Huh?"
Misty raised her hand slightly pointing at Ash's right hand. On the tip of his index finger was a small amount of red. Ash looked and even in the night, his face noticingly paled.
********
Ash sat up wearily with blood shot eyes and pale, grubby skin. It was obvious that he had not slept well. In fact, after he had wiped the blood off his hand, he had refused to go back to sleep. Ash couldn't face the same horror again. He slowly sat up, bones making an audible crack, and scratched himself wearily.
Ash reached into his backpack and pulled out a small hand mirror Misty had given him for his last birthday. He had long since lost its matching comb. Ash looked in the mirror and barely recognized the face staring back. His eyes, usually bright with life, were now dull and sunken in his head, surrounded by dark rings. Ash's hair was matted against his head tangled together in a mix of dry sweat and dirt. His skin gleamed lightly with oils and filth. Ash turned away in disgust and saw Misty was gone.
"Where's Misty?" Ash asked a little concerned.
"She went down to the river to get a bath," Brock said from a few feet away, stirring his stew. "Why? You planning to go spy on her?"
Ash blushed lightly, but was in no mood for the usual morning banter.
"I was just asking you perv!" Ash growled not looking at Brock.
Brock smiled a little at his cheap shot, but stayed quiet noticing Ash's mood.. He turned back to his stew quietly stirring as Ash grabbed the map. He quietly growled at it while slowly studying the writing. To Ash, it might as well had been written in Frnch. He thre dow the map with a disgusted curse.
"BROCK!!!"
Brock laughed and walked over. He picked up the map and looked at it for a few seconds before taking out a pen and wrote slowly and carefully on it. After a second he gave it to Ash. Now on the map was a little stick figure saying 'We are here'. Circled in red was the next city.
"Gee thanks..." Ash grumbled unable to stopp the smile from Brock's stupid childish antic. "What the?! Is this map fake Brock?"
"Of course not! Umm.... Why?"
"The next city is called ?" Ash asked exasperated. "Who in there right mind would call a city that?!"
"I'm not sure. Misty probably knows."
Ash's face contorted in a mix of emotions. On one hand a smile crept over his face at the thought of his red headed crush. On the other hand, he frowned knowing Misty probably did know and would relish the chance to throw it in his face. On the other hand Ash felt fear as a flash of his dream slowly returned to his mind.
"Well Misty's at the river, so Im heading for the lake to get my bath done," ash grumbled grabbing some soap and towels.
"Pika?"
Ash looked down at the now awake Pikachu. "No you can not come. Remember what happened last time you tagged along following me when I had to go into the woods?"
Pikachu's eyes glazed over and he shuddered. Ash smiled a little and walked off into the woods. He looked at the trees with a sigh as his mind whirled with problems. Before long he was at the lake. Ash smiled admiring the simple serenity of the sun bouncing off the glass like surface of the lake. Without a second thought Ash stripped down and lept into the water, effortlessly swimming.
"I should tell them," Ash said to himself. "But they'd all freak out. Besides, it's probably all a coincesence. Just cut my finger and healed or something."
Ash dived down under the water for a few seconds before breaking surface a few feet from where he was, still talking to himself.
"That's bull and you know it. They need to know about the dream. I've never had one like that before. It has to be a warning of some sort. And if it is you now know Ash. You can just avoid alleyways and protect Misty. It should be easy."
Ash looked to the trees and for a faint second saw a glimmer of light and a flash of red. Ash sudenly started feeling paranoid and dived under water quickly swimming as far away as possible. After a minute, he surfaced on the other side of the lake. The flash of red was gone but Ash's eyes were narrowed in suspicion.
"It couldn't have been... could it?"
Ash quickly got out of the lake, carefully covering himself. He then ran to his clothes and quickly got his underwear and pants back on. Ash looked around carefully looking for any sign of people watching. People with red hair watching. He then grabbed his stuff and ran to camp, arriving seeing a red Misty over by her tent wrapped in only a towel. Ash sighed in relief.
"Oh, Ash. Perfect timing. Misty just got back herself," Brock said casually continuing working on his stews.
Ash's eyes narrowed and he looked at Misty. She ignored his glare and stared back at him with a look of concern on her face.
"Ash? Are you okay? You look awful," Misty asked.
"I'm fine," Ash said starting to get vaugue. "I just had a little trouble sleeping."
Brock chuckled. "Well that's your own fault Ash. I told you not to eat a bag of sugar, even if it was under a dare! Don't worry Misty. He'll be fine after he gets a little sleep."
Ash tried to laugh like that was it, and was thankful Brock went back to cooking. However Misty's eyes narrowed at Ash and she grabbed his arm roughly and proceeded to drag him a few feet away. She then looked Ash in the eye with a worried frown etched on her face.
"You maybe able to fool Brock, Ash Ketchum," Misty hissed. "But I was awake when you woke up screaming my name. I was awake when you asked if I was leaving. And I was awake when you wiped the blood off. I know your not okay."
"Misty, that was just a really bad dream I had," Ash said quietly not wanting to talk about it. "Something happened to you and the dream just freaked me out rally bad. That was all."
Misty's eyes flickered for a second in relief and doubt. "Are you sure Ash? Are you sure you're okay? You look like crap and your acting like it to. I mean your not being your normal laughing self."
"Mist, I had a rough night. I didn't get much sleep. I had a rattling dream. I'm very tired. Of course I'm not going to be in a normal mood until I get a normal night of sleep. I'll be fine. Trust me?"
"Okay," Misty said with a relieved smile on her face. "Just don't over work yourself today. Keep it easy for me?"
"I promise."
Misty smiled again and turned to her tent. Ash turned away with a frown, mentally cursing himself.
"I'm sorry Misty," he whispered. "I just don't want you worrying for us. Leave that for me."
"Okay everyone!" Misty yelled from her tent. "Say not looking and turn around!"
Brock turned with a roll of his eyes, adjusting his soup. Ash groaned remembering Misty's latest ritual to remind them about what she wanted.
"You really got to stop doing this Misty!" Brock called back, voicing what Ash was thinking. "This is cruel and unusual!"
"Then we have to goto more cities," Misty said causaully. "Then I'd have my own room to change in! So until then, get used to it!"
"PikaPi!"
Ash looked around and didn't see Pikachu. He then heard it coming. Pikachu tackled into Ash. He closed his eyes as he felt himself getting twisted. Ash opened his eyes to yell at Pikachu, but instead his eyes widened in a mix of shock and horror.
"Ummmm... Hi.... Misty."
DEDICATION: Hmmm.... who to dedicate this to.... I've already dedicated stories to all the authors who I talk to or find amusing. I suppose I will dedicate this to.....you!
Ash looked around confused. This wasn't right. He shouldn't be standing in an allyway. Ash looked around and saw a figure running down the grimy alley. He didn't know the man, but felt something bad had just happened. Ash was about to chase after him, but he heard something move.
":Ash..." a voice called weakly.
Ash looked around confused. He didn't see anybody. All that was in the dark dank ally was discarded cigarette butts, alchol bottles, and... and a red liquid. Ash kneeled down and ran the tip of his finger on it before smelling it. Blood. No. This wasn't right. Something bad happened here. Ash turned around hoping for help but only choked on the metalic smell of blood and filth filled the air.
Then Ash saw something slumped next to the dumpster move weakly.. He went over and stumbled back in a mix of shock and horror. The site that lay before him was on that no amount of preparation could have readied him for.
Misty lay against the rusted dumpster surrounded by garbage and blood. Blood was everywhere. On the ground, the dumpster, and spattered on the wall slowly sliding down to the ground. Misty herself was covered in blood. Her blood.Where her stomach had been now was just a mangled hole, her stomach itself half in her body. the other half lay a few feet away, the veins on it still twitching lightly.
"Ash..." Misty weakly gurgled, blood spilling from her mouth andsliding down her body.ole.
"MISTY!!" Ash yelled sitting up.
"Ash?! What is it?!"
Ash looked around in a mix of relief and terror There was no dank filthy alley, just the comforting forest. No stale smell of blood. Just the sweet smell of pine. And most importantly, no dying Misty. She stared at him worried from her sleeping bag. Ash reached up and wiped the sweat that was streaming on his forehead and a few tears off.
"I-its nothing Misty," Ash lied. "Just a nightmare."
"With me? What was I doing? Assaulting you with a 2x4 again?" Misty joked.
"No.... Its... I don't want to talk about it"
Ash looked away, not wanting to face Misty.
"Ash, if it's got you spooked that bad, you should talk about it," Misty urged.
"I don't wanna!"
"Fine!"
There was a tense silence between them for a few seconds. Ash looked around then turned to Misty nervously.
"Misty...."
"Yeah?"
Ash hesitated. "You.... your not going to leave me soon right?"
"Of course not Ash! Why would you think that?"
"Its... Never mind. Thanks."
Misty stared in concern at Ash. She then noticed his hand and raised an eyebrow.
"Ash? Did you cut yourself?"
"Huh?"
Misty raised her hand slightly pointing at Ash's right hand. On the tip of his index finger was a small amount of red. Ash looked and even in the night, his face noticingly paled.
********
Ash sat up wearily with blood shot eyes and pale, grubby skin. It was obvious that he had not slept well. In fact, after he had wiped the blood off his hand, he had refused to go back to sleep. Ash couldn't face the same horror again. He slowly sat up, bones making an audible crack, and scratched himself wearily.
Ash reached into his backpack and pulled out a small hand mirror Misty had given him for his last birthday. He had long since lost its matching comb. Ash looked in the mirror and barely recognized the face staring back. His eyes, usually bright with life, were now dull and sunken in his head, surrounded by dark rings. Ash's hair was matted against his head tangled together in a mix of dry sweat and dirt. His skin gleamed lightly with oils and filth. Ash turned away in disgust and saw Misty was gone.
"Where's Misty?" Ash asked a little concerned.
"She went down to the river to get a bath," Brock said from a few feet away, stirring his stew. "Why? You planning to go spy on her?"
Ash blushed lightly, but was in no mood for the usual morning banter.
"I was just asking you perv!" Ash growled not looking at Brock.
Brock smiled a little at his cheap shot, but stayed quiet noticing Ash's mood.. He turned back to his stew quietly stirring as Ash grabbed the map. He quietly growled at it while slowly studying the writing. To Ash, it might as well had been written in Frnch. He thre dow the map with a disgusted curse.
"BROCK!!!"
Brock laughed and walked over. He picked up the map and looked at it for a few seconds before taking out a pen and wrote slowly and carefully on it. After a second he gave it to Ash. Now on the map was a little stick figure saying 'We are here'. Circled in red was the next city.
"Gee thanks..." Ash grumbled unable to stopp the smile from Brock's stupid childish antic. "What the?! Is this map fake Brock?"
"Of course not! Umm.... Why?"
"The next city is called ?" Ash asked exasperated. "Who in there right mind would call a city that?!"
"I'm not sure. Misty probably knows."
Ash's face contorted in a mix of emotions. On one hand a smile crept over his face at the thought of his red headed crush. On the other hand, he frowned knowing Misty probably did know and would relish the chance to throw it in his face. On the other hand Ash felt fear as a flash of his dream slowly returned to his mind.
"Well Misty's at the river, so Im heading for the lake to get my bath done," ash grumbled grabbing some soap and towels.
"Pika?"
Ash looked down at the now awake Pikachu. "No you can not come. Remember what happened last time you tagged along following me when I had to go into the woods?"
Pikachu's eyes glazed over and he shuddered. Ash smiled a little and walked off into the woods. He looked at the trees with a sigh as his mind whirled with problems. Before long he was at the lake. Ash smiled admiring the simple serenity of the sun bouncing off the glass like surface of the lake. Without a second thought Ash stripped down and lept into the water, effortlessly swimming.
"I should tell them," Ash said to himself. "But they'd all freak out. Besides, it's probably all a coincesence. Just cut my finger and healed or something."
Ash dived down under the water for a few seconds before breaking surface a few feet from where he was, still talking to himself.
"That's bull and you know it. They need to know about the dream. I've never had one like that before. It has to be a warning of some sort. And if it is you now know Ash. You can just avoid alleyways and protect Misty. It should be easy."
Ash looked to the trees and for a faint second saw a glimmer of light and a flash of red. Ash sudenly started feeling paranoid and dived under water quickly swimming as far away as possible. After a minute, he surfaced on the other side of the lake. The flash of red was gone but Ash's eyes were narrowed in suspicion.
"It couldn't have been... could it?"
Ash quickly got out of the lake, carefully covering himself. He then ran to his clothes and quickly got his underwear and pants back on. Ash looked around carefully looking for any sign of people watching. People with red hair watching. He then grabbed his stuff and ran to camp, arriving seeing a red Misty over by her tent wrapped in only a towel. Ash sighed in relief.
"Oh, Ash. Perfect timing. Misty just got back herself," Brock said casually continuing working on his stews.
Ash's eyes narrowed and he looked at Misty. She ignored his glare and stared back at him with a look of concern on her face.
"Ash? Are you okay? You look awful," Misty asked.
"I'm fine," Ash said starting to get vaugue. "I just had a little trouble sleeping."
Brock chuckled. "Well that's your own fault Ash. I told you not to eat a bag of sugar, even if it was under a dare! Don't worry Misty. He'll be fine after he gets a little sleep."
Ash tried to laugh like that was it, and was thankful Brock went back to cooking. However Misty's eyes narrowed at Ash and she grabbed his arm roughly and proceeded to drag him a few feet away. She then looked Ash in the eye with a worried frown etched on her face.
"You maybe able to fool Brock, Ash Ketchum," Misty hissed. "But I was awake when you woke up screaming my name. I was awake when you asked if I was leaving. And I was awake when you wiped the blood off. I know your not okay."
"Misty, that was just a really bad dream I had," Ash said quietly not wanting to talk about it. "Something happened to you and the dream just freaked me out rally bad. That was all."
Misty's eyes flickered for a second in relief and doubt. "Are you sure Ash? Are you sure you're okay? You look like crap and your acting like it to. I mean your not being your normal laughing self."
"Mist, I had a rough night. I didn't get much sleep. I had a rattling dream. I'm very tired. Of course I'm not going to be in a normal mood until I get a normal night of sleep. I'll be fine. Trust me?"
"Okay," Misty said with a relieved smile on her face. "Just don't over work yourself today. Keep it easy for me?"
"I promise."
Misty smiled again and turned to her tent. Ash turned away with a frown, mentally cursing himself.
"I'm sorry Misty," he whispered. "I just don't want you worrying for us. Leave that for me."
"Okay everyone!" Misty yelled from her tent. "Say not looking and turn around!"
Brock turned with a roll of his eyes, adjusting his soup. Ash groaned remembering Misty's latest ritual to remind them about what she wanted.
"You really got to stop doing this Misty!" Brock called back, voicing what Ash was thinking. "This is cruel and unusual!"
"Then we have to goto more cities," Misty said causaully. "Then I'd have my own room to change in! So until then, get used to it!"
"PikaPi!"
Ash looked around and didn't see Pikachu. He then heard it coming. Pikachu tackled into Ash. He closed his eyes as he felt himself getting twisted. Ash opened his eyes to yell at Pikachu, but instead his eyes widened in a mix of shock and horror.
"Ummmm... Hi.... Misty."