After the long fight, Raichu lay panting, and nursing numerous wounds. Her trainer ran over to her, and she smiled up at him, but he just kept running, and ignores her.
He tromps over her tail, and she cries out in pain. Her trainer seems oblivious as he runs over to a now-fat, from not entering any battles, or pretty much having excercise of any kind, Pikachu.
"Oh Pikachu! We did it!! We beat 'em good!!" He grins happily, petting the Pikachu on the head.
"Piika!" The pikachu, who had not even taken part in the long battle, cried out triumphantly.
Raichu whimpered softly, as Ashe and his Pikachu began to eat their victory dinner. She was forgotten in his excitement once more, and by the time she had made her way to the table, all the food was gone, and her trainer and his Pika-pet were leaving to sleep.
--- Months Later ---
..One day, Raichu had had enough. She just couldn't take it anymore..
She advanced upon the sleeping form of her trainer, Ashe Ketchum, and smiled darkly.
Her tail lashed, and electricity started to crackle about the tent as she summoned up the power neeeded for her Thunder attack. In a great flash of light, and a horrid scream, it was over. Ashe was dead, and Raichu was free.
She felt no guilt, no remorse, and her anger was dissolved in this one act of her desire. She cried out in victory, and ran off into the cool night air, her long tail flying wildly behind her, and a smile crossing her face for the first time in months..