"How old is this one?" "Fourteen, but he's a little messed up in the head" " 'Course he is. I always get sticked with the psychos and retards." "Well maybe this case can get you famous. This kid had a pokemon from Professor Oak. He knew the old man." "Shit. How'd the kid get lucky with that?" "Something with his father, I think." "Alright, well, I guess I'd better go in and ask some questions." "Yeah, good luck with that."
Ash watched as the detective walked into the interrogation room. He didn't like this room. It reminded him of the hospital. Sterile. Cold. The guards, unfeeling. The detective seemed, while hesitant, somewhat eager to speak to him. Ash observed the detective as he pulled out a chair from the opposite side of the steel table that Ash was handcuffed to. He knew he couldn't tell the police the truth. It was too dangerous. If he told them what he was doing, why he killed his parents, they might take his friend away. He was not going to let that happen. He was not going to lose his friend a second time. "Okay kid", the detective started to say, "I'm going to ask you some questions. Is that alright with you?". Ash nodded. "Okay. So I understand that you knew the professor?" Ash nodded again. "Alright, well, how'd you meet him? He was a very famous man, you know." the detective stated. Ash simply just said "Worked with dad." "OK, how did it come to you having a pokemon? Having such a dangerous creature? How did you get this...uh-", the detective's voice trailed off as he searched the file for the information. "Pikachu", Ash's voice suddenly blurted out, "He is- was a pikachu". Ash quickly corrected himself, hoping the detective wouldn't notice. "Yeah, I see that here. So, how did you happen to have this Pikachu?". "I dunno. I've had him since I was a baby." This, the detective took note of. Not the fact that Ash had the creature as a child, although that had seemed strange to the detective, but the clear cut sentences Ash was forming. The detective had been told that Ash was a slow in the head, mentally retarded, incapable of saying things, that the trauma of the event had rendered him as useless as a toddler. "Okay, Ash," the detective said, "let's get down to why you're here now. What happened at home? Why were the throats of your parents slit open, and their vocal cords and larynx pulled out?" Ash looked down at his handcuffed wrists. He felt his face growing hot, his eyes filling with tears. He hadn't wanted to hurt his parents. But that voice. The voice told him that the only way to bring back his friend, was to take the lives of another living being. The lives of his parents. To place a piece of them inside his friend. And what would be better, than getting my friend to talk, Ash thought. He couldn't let the detective know. Ash took a deep breath, looked up at the man sitting across from him, and said "I don't know. I had a nightmare, and wanted my mommy. Then I found them like that in their bed." The detective sighed and leaned back in his chair. "Well then let's look back to what happened two years ago. I know this may be a traumatic event for you to remember, but can you think of anyone who would want to hurt you? I know Giovanni is dead, but anyone who worked for him? Anyone who is related to him? Do you know of anyone who would want you or your parents dead?" Ash sat silently for a bit, contemplating the question. Thinking of anyone he could pin the murders on. "No" Ash said softly. "Then I suppose you're free to go" the detective said, as he reached across the table to unlock the handcuffs. "If you think of anything, or if anything happens, call the station immediately" the detective said. Ash left the building, feeling as though he was now free. He was fourteen, he could go out on his own now. He could be free. All he had to do was go home, pack his things, and get Pikachu. He walked home, barely containing his excitement. He had fooled his parents for 2 years, fooled everyone. And now, he could go about his revenge. Giovanni never would have caught him if it weren't for those two shits, Jessie and James. And their little sidekick Meowth. Ash was going to get his revenge on them, one way, or another. But as he walked up the little path to his home, he thought that something felt different. After cautiously entering the house, he walked into the living room, and felt fear and anger fill his heart.
Giovanni was admiring a piece of artwork on the mantle above the fireplace. He turned around, flashed his phosphorescent teeth, "Hello, Ash." He said.