6 years later…
"Reports of a bombing in Viridian City are just now coming in."
-Click
"Seven were found dead."
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"With fourteen persons still missing authorities are bamboozled."
With a final click Misty shut off the television and stood up.
"Anything good on?"
Misty glanced towards the chestnut-haired, twenty-four year old.
"Oh, just the usual Brock, some bombings a murder or two-"
"Ya know, Mist; you really shouldn't joke about that kind of thing."
Misty fixed him with an icy glare, "so you tell me everyday, and didn't I tell you not to call me Mist anymore."
"Um, why?"
"Because," Misty accentuated, "Mist is just so adolescent. I'm not fifteen anymore."
"Coulda fooled me," joked Brock.
"Ha ha ha, aren't we hilarious?"
"Yes, actually."
Misty scowled at the man in front of her before spinning neatly and climbing up the stairs towards the main bedrooms.
"No fair," Brock groaned "I can't climb stairs."
Misty turned back towards her friend and looked him over. His once short and spiky hair had grown considerably longer, now mirroring Tracey's (sans the headband). He was still deeply tanned with broad shoulders. In fact other than his older looking face he still basically mirrored his eighteen year old self, except for the wheelchair that is. Though Misty had grown accustomed to the wheelchair, he had had it for six years; it still served as a horrible reminder of that night. That night when Ash-
Misty shook her head in an attempt to clear her mind of any Ash related thoughts. He was dead.
Brock, as if reading her mind, smiled at her. Misty swallowed and grinned back in an attempt to hide any of her feelings of sadness. "How bout we watch a movie tonight?"
"Alright!" cheered Misty, "but I get to pick!"
"What!!! I am not watching some lame plotless chick flick."
"Sorry, Buddy, it's my gym!"
Laughing and joking Misty and Brock maneuvered their way around the large gym and into the family room, the only room with a big screen TV. Misty selected Must Love Growlithes and encased herself with her favorite blue Tentacool blanket. The movie started and Misty's eyes began to close and she soon drifted off. Brock glanced over at the girl wrapped up in the blanket and allowed himself a soft smile. He turned off the movie and wheeled himself towards his room, turning off various lights as he scooted towards the opposite end of the house. It was still fairly early, being only 8:00pm, so Brock was hardly tired. There was plenty he could have done, made some more Pokemon food, cleaned up a little, help Misty with some paperwork, but he really wasn't in the mood. Brock lowered down the blinds on his windows and sighed before he wheeled himself towards his bed and struggled into it. It may have been only 8 o'clock, but going to bed early was becoming a regular occurrence. It's not like there was much to stay up for; Cerulean was a quiet city, not exactly known for its nightlife and anything it had before, Team Rocket put a quick stop to. Brock clenched his hands into a fist, even thinking about Team Rocket made him livid; after all they had chased him out of his home, taken over his city, shot him, destroyed his dream, and had ruined countless lives.
"I hate you," he whispered, his voice bitter, "I hate all of you!"
With thoughts of dead Team Rocket members instead of the typical counting sheep, he was finally lulled to sleep.
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I know I updated, shocking. Sorry it was so long. My computer broke and then they didn't have the piece in stock, ect….
And this was kind of a mean chapter anyways, it was short and pointless, but I needed a transition, sorry. I will update this one sooner, and reviews, as always, are very helpful
Disclaimer- Pokemon does not belong to me