DISCLAIMER: Hey everyone this is my first fan-fiction here... so I hope you don't judge me too badly. I know this might be kinda confusing too but just go with it. This is just the prologue in later chapters there will be flashbacks and explain what's going on but for now just read the story and enjoy! THANKS! P.S. I don't own Pokémon or anything so don't sue!

Fallen Friend

Story by: Intense Innocence

"NOOO!!! PIKACHU!... PIKACHU, NO!!!"

A young boy raced off the sidelines towards the pile of rubble. He anxiously began to dig through the mounds of rock. The sharp crumbled concrete scraping his bare fingers. His opponent was by his side, helping to remove the fallen debris. A crowd had started to gather as a nervous sweat broke out on the young raven haired trainer's brow.

Finally a lump of yellow could be seen under the dust. It wasn't long before the injured Pokémon's bruised and tattered body was fully visible. Two trembling hands reached down and gently picked up the fragile creature. He traced his fingers over the soft velvety fur, feeling every scratch and scrape along the way.

Ash Ketchum pulled his furry friend close to him. Holding his best friend's limp body close to his chest, almost afraid to look, not wanting to see the damage done to his buddy, the damage that he, to his dismay, had caused. A chill ran up Ash's spine as he realized this, and the words 'It's all my fault' kept repeating like a broken record in his mind. Ash's once bright brown eyes were now glistened over in tears.

Before he knew what was happening Ask felt his beloved Pokémon being taken form his hands by a white cloaked figure. He glanced up only to see Pikachu being rushed over to an ambulance. Ash could barely breathe; his heart was stuck in his throat. He couldn't believe what his eyes were seeing, yet he was seeing it. It was like a dream...no more like a nightmare that he couldn't wake up from. It was scary, and he just wanted to hide. To be someplace safe. To turn back time. He would rather be any where than here.

Ash then felt two people tugging him up, and pulling him through the crowd. Ash looked up and saw that the people were his two best human friends, Misty and Brock. They were leading him towards the ambulance that was now the resting place for his Pikachu. Ash's mind was in a haze, all he could see were the sympathetic, shocked, and angry glares around him and all he could hear were the condolences, taunts and jeers from the crowd that filled the stadium.

He slowly approached the medical truck, his friend's never left his side as Misty led him forward by holding his arm and Brock walked right behind him, tenderly massaging his shoulders. As the trio filed into the back of the ambulance, the strong smells of medicine hit Ash like a 'ton of bricks.' He dropped on the seat closest to Pikachu's stretcher, and looked worriedly at his unconscious Pokémon. Misty and Brock sat down on either sides of Ash. He flopped his head down, letting it fall and lay dejectedly in his hands as his vision suddenly became blurred by a salty wetness, and his body began to shake as violent sobs choked up his throat. All Ash could do now was cry, as a loud siren pierced his ears and they were whisked off to the Pokémon Center.

To Be Continued...

End of the Prologue everyone.... PLEASE give me some reviews--- good, bad, or any ideas... this story will be continued but please be patient with me. I don't know how long it will take me to update! THNX!