Ash walked for what seemed only a few hours. It was a quiet walk throughout the late afternoon into the evening. The wavering cries of the Noctowls filled the night air, their red eyes hidden in the tall trees alongside the path, watching for their prey.
It was quite lonesome out here in the dark...
Ash debated to himself whether to bring out at least Raichu for company. What if someone was watching him in the trees like the Noctowl were watching for food? What if he attracted attention just because of Raichu. Would it be a problem to do so? He stopped walking.
He took a minute to look around the walking path and the trees around him. Nothing but the Noctowls. Just them. He turned around and continued to walk, giving a sigh of relief along the way. He'd be fine for the time being...
The walk to Unova continued for another two hours, those would be the longest two hours of his life.
The moon was a milky white, its glow illuminating everything around it; it was the only source of natural light for the next four hours on this fall night of October.
Ash decided to bring Raichu out; he couldn't stand being alone no longer, he wanted, no, he needed company. He looked at the faded red and white pokeball. It was nearly a decade old. Raichu dreaded this object, as it symbolized pokemon being bound to one and only one person, to be used as a personal little plaything. Ash learned of Raichu's defiance the very day he met the (then) yellow rat who would soon become his closest friend and ally.
Ash looked at the dull yellow thunderbolt sticker on the pokeball, and pressed the button, and with just a flash, Raichu was out of the pokeball. He knew what had to be done in order to keep Ash unoticed by those who wanted him dead. And yes, Raichu still hates the pokeball with a passion like no other.
The orange rat stretched its short paws and yawned, trying to wake itself up from what was a quite long sleep. He looked toward Ash and gave an affirmative "Rai" and the duo were now on their way to their destination.
The walk was finally over, and with the Pokemon Center finally in sight, Ash and Raichu speeded their pace up a notch in anticipation of rest.
Ash and Raichu entered through the door of the center, to the greeting of the local Nurse Joy.
"Hello there, would you like me to heal your pokemon?"
"No thank you, I just need a room for the night." Ash said.
"Alright then, here is your room key. Have a good night." Joy responded to Ash as he nodded and took the room key.
He turned around and headed up the staircase to his room, Raichu by his side.
"Room 2-5" (Floor 2; Room 5) Ash mumbled as he looked for the door decal that would list his room number.
He found the door, and turned the key in the lock, an audible click signifying his entry.
As he began to walk into the room, a dark figure slowly creeped near the corner in the hallway, patiently watching Ash quietly.
Ash quickly turned around, suspecting someone watching him.
Its eyes of red gazed at Ash for a moment before hiding behind the corner. He sighed in relief. He was nearly found by his target.
The door closed and clicked shut. The figure was now visible. It was in dark clothing to decrease the possibility of being seen in the dark.
It walked to the door. Room 2-5. It proposed opening the door, clutching the doorknob with a tight grip. The grip soon released. That'd be a bad way to try and kill an important target...
Ash got a plate out for Raichu for the night, deciding to leave him out for the hell of it. It wasn't like someone was going to break into the room this late at night...right? He began to consider if he was paranoid.
He turned on the television, and prepared for the end of the night. He took a quick shower to rid himself of the day's sweat and dirt. He got dressed and made himself a sandwich and with that, he climbed onto the bed and slipped into the sheets, the fluorescent light of the television glimmering in the room. His eyes slid closed. Sleep.
The figure stood out the door. It noticed the door was locked. If it flat out kicked the door down, it was a surefire way of getting noticed. There was nothing but one way to open the door now. A credit card? Ha! That rarely works!
The figure held out its palm and with a flash came a screwdriver. It knelt down on the floor and removed the tab of the knob, the screws now in view.
It began to turn the screws around, trying to be stealthy as possible. The first came out.
It moved on to the next one. It began to wonder why exactly did the Pokemon Center always put screws on the knobs when not necessary? It wasn't like someone would try to break in... oh wait...
While it lamented the odd doorknobs of the Pokemon Center, the second and last screw fell to the floor. A hole remained.
The hole was the lock to the door. The screwdriver was the key.
It entered the screwdriver into the hole, slowly turned the knob... a click.
A click. That is what Ash heard as he awoke. He got up from the bed. Raichu slept in the corner, unaware of what would happen.
Ash looked at Raichu.
"Well, I guess this will be hand to hand then..."
The door opened.
The figure pushed the door open.
The door creaked open, it was dark inside with a faint murmurs of a television.
He stepped foot inside. He was ready. He wasn't sure about his target.
Dull yellow light appeared from the side of the door, creaking open. A foot leaned inbetween the cresent of the door.
Light breathing...faint noises...floorboard creaking...
Awaiting the enemy...
Tension... Expectation...
A face reared its head in...
To be continued... (Don't forget to review!)