Hey everybody! This is my first fic so please review and flame at will! This is mainly a drama fic but it has a bit of AAML at its core :) Hope you enjoy it
Disclaimer: I own Pokemon. All of it. Ash, Misty, Brock, Pikachu, Snorlax....all mine. No matter what that Miyamoto guy says, he's lying, he stole it from me. I take no responsibility for that Richie guy whatsoever though. Or that Rudy guy from the Orange Isles. He bugs me. grrrr.
Ok so I don't really own any of Pokemon - if I did I wouldn't be writing fics would I?
Chapter 1 - A Pikachu in Trouble
Pikachu struggled to its feet with a feeble cry. It was incredible it was even conscious after that Body Slam. The full weight of Nidoking came crashing down onto the electric mouse a second time, once more causing Pikachu to howl in pain.
Ash could do nothing more than look on helplessly. Should he forfeit? Pikachu was surely on it's last legs, there was no way it could defeat Nidoking in this state. But he couldn't surrender, this was the semi-finals, he was so close he could taste victory...but his poor buddy was getting beaten badly.
It was a bad call from which left Pikachu at a significant disadvantage against an overwhelmingly powerful opponent. Ignoring the advice of Brock, Misty, and, for the first time ever, even Professor Oak, Ash had selected his Pika pal in his team ahead of Pidgeotto despite knowing his opponent had ground and fighting Pokemon, against which Pikachu had to face overwhelming odds.
Pikachu was paying the price for Ash's mistake now. A third ferocious Body slam caused Pikachu to scream again. Seeing this was tearing Ash apart. He could either give up on his dream or leave Pikachu to suffer. Pikachu knew how important this match was to Ash, and it showed in its resilience. Any other Pokemon would have fainted long before now.
"Now, Nidoking! Finish it with a Hyper Beam Attack," cried the professor's grandson
Even Ash had to admit Gary had trained his Pokemon to an incredible level. Pikachu was putting up a brave fight, but not for much longer.
"So much for you and Pikachu being best pals," Gary Sneered. "What kind of friend lets a hyper beam attack finish his best pal? Give in now Ash, don't make me do this"
"I'll never give in to Gary! It's not over until it's over" yelled Ash defiantly, but even he did not know how this could go any other way than an Oak victory. He looked over his shoulder; he could see Misty and Brock, both staring in desperation at the mauling Pikachu was receiving. He decided to do the only decent thing left, and surr....
Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration...
Ash had got it. Pikachu hadn't lost because Gary had chosen to use Hyper Beam! No, quite the opposite in fact! Ash was so sure.....
"Pikachu! I know you're tired buddy but you have to get all your strength together! Agility now!"
"Pika...." Pikachu reluctantly agreed, with the tone of desperation and fear signalling it knew of the impending horror awaiting it, yet encapsulating the bravery and loyalty to Ash it possessed. With all its might, it began one final evasive Agility.
Ash knew if Nidoking missed hyper beam, it would be so exhausted Pikachu may just have a chance, and Agility was Pikachus best chance of evading the attack. Misty and Brock both knew the same, and prayed it would work.
"You can do it Pikachu..." Misty whispered desperately
"Come on little buddy..." Brock followed suit
Gary continued to stand, arms folded, arrogant smirk on his face, unaffected by the thought of Pikachu's Agility causing Nidoking's Hyper Beam to miss.
Pikachu sprinted as fast as its legs would take it, there was no way Nidoking could hit it at this speed...
But Nidoking didn't fire. It held the charge. Pikachu kept sprinting, but still Nidoking didn't fire.
"Oh..." Misty clasped her hands over her eyes, she saw what was about to happen
Ash continued to grit his teeth in determination, unaware of what Nidoking was doing. Ash's mind slowly began to whirl into action. 'Why hasn't it fired? Why hasn't it missed?'
Pikachu began to slow; it could only maintain Agility for so long, especially after being triple body slammed. Slowly but surely, Pikachu became less of a blur, and more of a single, exhausted little mouse.
'Why is Nidoking waiting?' Ash pondered the towering Pokemon's Behaviour. Suddenly he realised why Nidoking hadn't fired straight away, why Pikachu was slowing. But it was too late. Ash yelled out instinctively
"PIKACH....."
Ash watched in horror as Nidoking unleashed a ferocious Beam of energy, with such power it sent itself backwards, indicating the stored up anger and frustration of the Hyper Beam. It had been waiting for Pikachu to slow. With this level of power there was no way it could afford to miss. Pikachu had no energy left. It saw the beam approaching, and everything seemed to slow. Pikachu closed his eyes and prepared himself for what he was about to receive. There was no avoiding it anymore. It was too late.
The Beam hit right in the stomach, dead centre.
Pikachu started to shriek in pain, but lost consciousness so quickly it was barely heard. The force of the beam was phenomenal. The sound, deafening. The light, blinding. The thought was horrifically stomach churning. Pikachu was thrown back with the force no number of body slams could muster, no matter how painful. It's body thrown against the wall of the stadium floor and bounced off onto the pitch like a child hurling a doll against the wall.
The hyper beam stopped. Pikachu didn't move. It remained face down in the dirt, not twitching nor howling. No movement, no sound.
The stadium was silent, taking in the horror of what had just occurred. Misty had not removed her face from her hands, but was sobbing at the sound she heard, at what she knew had occurred. Oak could simply mutter a simple "My God..." Even Gary was taken aback by the sight he had just witnessed. Brock just stared abjectly.
Ash felt his chest pound frantically; it felt as though his heart was going to burst through his chest. He felt a searing pain grip both his temples, and his throat lose all feeling of moisture. His vision narrowed to barely a slit, and a distant echo developed in his ears. Nothing seemed real to him now, he could take nothing in.
Almost as once the stadium burst back into life. The crowd discussing the sight they had just witnessed, the announcer declaring Gary Oak the winner of the third and final round, and into the final, ambulances racing onto the pitch to help the stricken rodent, accompanied by countless Nurse Joys. But for once, even Brock wished these Nurse Joys didn't have to be there. No matter how many of them there were. Even if they were running across the field, no matter how beautiful......he couldn't help himself. Brock was off again.
The nurses pulled makeshift blanket screens around them in the pitch, as they began to load Pikachu into the ambulance. Ash had a blank look on his face, as he stared autonomously at the scene in front of him. A whisper forced its way out of his lips
"Pikachu..."
To be continued...
