Disclaimer:- Same as before

Sorry It's another shorty! Im catching up with the holiday so my parents think its a great idea to go sightseeing etc... in the last week of hols! My writing is failing now and ive had writers block for ages. I think This'll be the last chapter and ill do another about Ash in Jail. hehe. Soz again!

Misty threw the door open angrily and left it hanging on its hinges, creaking slowly in the wind as she kicked off her shoes and throwing herself onto the sofa of the Cerulean Gym. Tearing at her wedding dress Misty closed her eyes and cried, tears leaking down into her messy hair. She opened her eyes and gulped, unfolding the paper and reading the message.

Mist,

I know what you're thinking…and I know it's not true. By the time you read this, I will probably either be dead, on the way to my death, or about to be locked up. And I hope it's the last option. Now, I know you think that I killed Gary, or that I'm about to, seeing as I'm writing this the day before our wedding. Today, I got a message saying that Gary had been murdered. I did not know whom, I was just told that if I didn't go along with the plot and be taken to prison because of the murder, you would suffer that very fate, but I couldn't let you be harmed. While your reading this I bet you are crying, and I'm sorry to make you cry, but I could not let you be killed. When I am taken away, please try to find out who killed Gary, with evidence. Please promise me that you will, coz my life just may depend on it. Don't tell any one else what you are doing, or show this note, just keep it to yourself, and hope that I will not be killed.

Love you more than the amount of stars in the sky,

Ash

P.S. My Spelling has improved.

P.P.S Don't let me lose you to Rudy. I am still your husband.

P.P.S. If I am indeed killed, don't tell anyone. Burry my body alone, and visit me each day. Promise me you will do that.

Mist crumpled the note and threw it into the dieing fire, tensing up when she heard the door swing shut and footsteps creaking against the flooring. Sitting up quickly, Misty faced the intruder, her make-up running and her expression angry. Standing infront of her was a rather pleased and cocky Rudy. He leant against the wall with his arms folded and his sunglasses pushed back onto his hair, watching Misty closely.

"Well well well. I see that Miss Waterflower has returned." He smirked, unfolding his arms and sitting down next to the shaking Misty.

"It's Mrs Ketchum now thank you very much, now LEAVE." She replied heatedly, pointing at the closed door.

"Now why would I want to leave such a beautiful woman in such a state all alone?" asked Rudy, smiling at her in a sneaky way.

"What do you want?" questioned Misty, not returning the smile.

"I don't really want anything." Replied Rudy.

Misty continued to watch him carefully, her mind reeling over his words. Suddenly, before she could stop him, his lips were pressed against hers, forcing entry into her mouth. His arms snaked around her waist and pulled her towards him, as she stopped struggling to free herself. With his arms still around her, Rudy pulled out of the kiss and smiled at Misty hungrily.

"Why the heck did you do that you idiot?" she thundered angrily, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

"That's like what you asked Ash about the murder, you already knew the answer. And I can help you." Answered Rudy, kissing her again, but this time, a lot more passionately.

Fed up with Rudy inside her mouth, Misty clamped her teeth down onto his tongue and stood up. Spitting onto the carpet in disgust, Misty raised her fist, daring to punch Rudy, but as he sat there with his eyebrows raised, she gasped and dropped her fist.

"Now what's wrong?" asked Rudy.

"You…you…you killed Gary…" whispered Misty tearfully as Rudy's expression turned into a proud one.

"And I must say it was one of the best killing's I've done this year." He said, standing up and walking towards the trembling Misty. "Now, back to business…"

As he prepared to kiss her again, Misty pushed her fist up into his jaw and ran out of the house, tearing off the trailing train of her dress and slipping on a pair of trainers.