The Chains of Friendship
Alternate Ending One
"How are you feeling today?" Barely speaking above a whisper, Ash crept closer to the back wall in his parent's basement. It was utterly dark and he couldn't see anything but inky black. To his right, a small cob-webbed window filtered in grey light. The light didn't reach very far into the concrete basement however, it seemed to add a forbodden element to the room. Stretching its dirty fingers into the darkness only to fade away.
Silence greeted Ash and a dust mote threatened to make him sneeze. His whole body was tense from holding back shakes that would leave his body quivering later. He inched his foot a little closer to the corner of the back wall. Suddenly brightened yellow sparks shot out from the corner, making spots dance in his eyes. The firery yellow electric bolts lit up the face of his beloved companian Pikachu.
Saliva dripped from Pikachu's curled lips, his eyes danced with the electricity. They held no love, no friendship, only a madness in their ebony depth. With matted fur gone the color of rusty dirt, the Pokemon hurled himself at Ash. Involuntarily, Ash stepped back and fell onto his rump. With a hiss and a grunt, Pikachu hit the end of the chain around his neck and was jerked onto his back.
Sobbing, Ash stared at Pikachu, "What has happened to you? This isn't fair..." He clutched his forehead in both hands, threatening to be overwhelmed with tears. "I love you so much...I can't let this go on any more..."
Hesitantly he reached into his pocket and the glint of metal sparkled against Pikachu's relentless electrical bolts. In his hand, Ash held a larged, curved hunting knife at the ready.