Me: Hello!
May: You have a lot of nerve being so happy!
Me: Why?
May: You haven't updated in the longest of time.
Me: …Are the readers pissed? I mean, I left a long author's note explaining everything.
May: That's not an excuse! You should know better.
Me: Sorry but those really were important matters to discuss. Did anyone even read them?
Drew: You were being really cocky, they had a right to ignore it.
Me: Ha, says the guy with the biggest ego in the world!
May: And has green hair!
Me: Anyways, if you didn't read it or if you cared. It went out to everyone who is waiting for an update on why I haven't been updating. But sadly, I had to delete it because someone reviewed that it was against the FF law to post something like a long author note which I thought was bull****! And that type of thing is for profiles and that it's offensive to put it under misc. movies. I wanted that specific person to have an account so I could tell them off! And the title of the review was "Not A Story," how creative was that?
May: Yeah, I felt sorry for xXFireRoseXx (or ForeverPink21, she changed back.) who got an earful.
Me: But it was strange since I personally read through the rules of FF's and it did not say anything about that type of stuff. If I did miss it, then I would understand but that person wasn't even a member. I'm still a little upset about it.
May: A little?
Drew: Yeah, you guys could of just skip this stupid rant of MKA's…
Me: Shut up, Drew.
May: (rolls eyes) Anyways, MKArocks does not own Pokemon.
Me: Chapter 25!
The group arrived at a hotel around 7 o'clock and in total, they got two rooms-one for the girls and another for the boys. Well, much to the males' displeasure. They wouldn't mind with being in the same room together, all perversion aside, and with one arm wrapped around the female's waist-yeah, the girls' will probably kill them in the morning if that does happen. For right now, the gang decided to stay at a casino hotel called Painful Love. It's quite ironic on how you look at it. Anyways, the reason why the guys, mainly the guys, wanted to stay at a casino hotel is because they wanted to, well…gamble. It was odd however. The hotel was like teenagers and up type of gambling and there was going to be beer there and such; but they have to have I.D.'s to drink.
Now, why other a casino hotel than a normal one besides gambling? Shouldn't they get enough rest so they could look for their lost friend? Well, even though that's true with May being gone-the guys, mainly the guys, insisted on since they are at a gamble hotel that they should gamble and that May would be fine for one more night. Drew, Brendan, and the girls refused the second the guys suggested it. Drew reasoned that they should work on the kidnapping as soon as possible and get her home. Not to mention the fact that Drew is madly in love with her. Brendan is one of May's very old and best friends; it would be horrible if Brendan wanted to go out and gamble when he knows that May needed his help. Plus, he's a cop-it's his job to protect the people. And the girls thought the idea was ridiculous itself, they were underage and they would get distracted. This is true in many ways.
So, after many minutes of begging and pleading and convincing; everyone agreed but only for one night and they wouldn't stay out too late. But Dawn, oh Dawn, she couldn't handle it. She was the only one who refused after the begging of the others. It was because it was wrong on so many levels but, Paul was going to be there. He doesn't believe her and worst of all, when she thought she had it in the bag with the whole "ask-Reggie-thing," she would think that Reggie would budge and then Paul would forgive her. Then apologize for the misunderstanding. But no, it all went terribly, she thought as she entered the girls' hotel room alone. She felt alone.
Everyone is seems to get back together or becoming friends again. Misty, who couldn't even look at Ash is talking happily with him and hugging him. Leaf and Gary flirt all the time and god, it's just so hard. Why couldn't she have that with Paul? Why couldn't he or she be so forgiving and honest and trustworthy?
She missed him so much and it doesn't matter if Paul never wants Dawn back; all she wants is for him to forgive and forget. At least hug it out. But, she wouldn't mind with him and her getting back together. In fact, she would be overjoyed that Paul would even consider it.
Dawn walked lazily to the bed and flopped on it. She winched that the mattress wasn't very relaxing that when her body collapse against it-she felt something hard. She didn't care at the overly prized hotel room when it's so cheap that the bed is really hard, Drew is paying so it doesn't matter, and all she wants is to take everything back. Her eyes watered, not because of the hardness of the bed but she was emotionally in pain. Dawn whimpered, bringing her legs up to her stomach and whimpered slightly. She wanted a prince charming to come in and make sure it disappears from her life. Just take it all.
"I wish I could just take it all back," Dawn muttered to herself with her eyes closed.
The door slammed shut tightly and Dawn flinched at the sudden sound but relaxed as she thought it was Misty, Leaf, or Athena.
"We all want to take things back but never can; just accept it and move on," the incomer said harshly. He of course spoke the truth and Dawn completely agreed with him but the unfamiliarity of the voice startled her.
Dawn gasped with surprise when she saw an unknown man at her front door. Dawn scrambled off the bed, when someone she does not know is in her room-laying on the bed wouldn't be such a swell idea. They stared at each other, neither of them was moving and Dawn made eye contact with her cell phone. The man charged at her at the same time as Dawn when she lunged for her phone. Dawn grabbed it and fell to the ground when the man tripped over a chair. He cursed loudly and Dawn sprinted to the bathroom. She quickly dialed 911 but they were too busy for her call. She hissed angrily at the phone and gasp in shock when the man's body bumped hard against the wooden door. Dawn dialed Misty's number, begging her to answer.
"Misty, please pick up!" Dawn cried but she only got her friends' voicemail.
The man bumped harder against the door and Dawn flinched, leaning up against the door as if her weight would help at all. But she would only jerk forward each time the intruder slammed into the door.
She dialed Leaf's number.
No answer.
SLAM!
Dawn sobbed, fearful of what may happen to her. Fearful on what he would do to her. Fearful, on what life would be without her. Fearful, is she made it out okay or not.
She would have called Athena but she didn't have the chance to get her number. Dawn whimpered in desperation.
She dialed Drew's number.
SLAM!
Dawn squeaked and waited impatiently for Drew to pick up the phone. He didn't.
Dawn then dialed Gary's number and pleads to the Heaven's above that he will answer.
SLAM!
Each struck was getting more difficult and stronger to hold back. To fight for her life.
SLAM!
CRASH!
The man cursed.
She dialed Brendan's number and screamed to get to the phone in time, not knowing that she was on voicemail herself.
She was getting awfully tired and finally, at a boiling point, she even called Ash. But, even him, did he not answer. Dawn cried louder. It was a cruel fate that this would happen to her and it was strangely the most perfect timing. She was alone.
Dawn whimpered, as she searched through her contacts.
SLAM!
"Paul, I have to call Paul," Dawn pressed "CALL" and waited for him to pick up.
It seems whatever is in the bedroom was being thrown at the door just so this man could get to her. And it completely scared the shit out of her. She heard the wonderful ringing in one ear and something dreadful in another.
The door flung open and Dawn flew backwards and screamed at the sigh of the man looming over her. He grabbed her wrist and brought out tape, tying her hands together firmly. Dawn looked at him with begging eyes.
"Please, let me be! I'm not the girl you're looking for! I'm not!" Dawn exclaimed. He sighed.
"But you are."
Dawn screamed in protest and was knocked out when her head was contacted by a large flower pot.
"Hello? Dawn?"
With the Others
Paul was playing Poker was the entire group and it was practically boys vs. girls; the girls were winning. Mostly, it was Leaf who was bringing in the gold. The loud music occupied everyone and they were all having a great time. Paul excused himself to go to the bathroom and he knew Ash was going to peek at his cards when he left. And actually, the bathroom was the only quiet place other than the rooms in the entire hotel. It was probably quiet for people with hangovers and it's so noisy that it makes you're head ache, or when you're drunk-you most likely would want a peaceful more place to throw up all of your guts, phone calls, or nice pee time. Paul was scrubbing his hands when he heard his phone go off. He cursed silently and rinsed faster, jogging over to the dryer and placed his hands underneath there. He cursed again when the stupid hand dryer was not working. He slammed up on the vents repeatedly until the suckish air came out. Once, his hands were fully dry-he pulled out his phone.
He frowned-Dawn?
Dawn called? She called him? His heart fluttered. Did she forgive him or wanted to "apologized?" Did she want to get back together with him or tell him to flick off? Either way, he would be glad that she called him!
He accepted the call but only to hear nothing. Not even breathe from the bluenette. It was quiet-really quiet. And then, a faint door slammed shut. Paul frowned. Did she butt dial him and she just left?
After several minutes, he hung up. He walked back to his friends and told that what happened. Misty scoffed.
"I'm sorry Paul but I don't think that's what happened. She's mad at you, she wouldn't call you. She would wait for you to call her. And plus, you out of all people! No offence, but I think she would have called one of her best friends first!" Misty explained.
Meanwhile, Brendan was checking on his phone for messages. He saw Dawn's name but figured it was old. But he checked it anyways and his eyes widened in terror when he heard a blood curling scream and the sound of someone slamming and pounding on the door.
"AH! No! Don't take me! No! I'm not the girl! I'm not the girl! AH! No! Brendan-please pick up! Anyone! I need you! Ahhhh!" Brendan gasped. He threw the phone at Misty.
"Replay that message! It's from Dawn!" Brendan hissed seriously. Misty replayed it and put it on speaker. It was silent when they heard Dawn scream and plead to death; it was too much of a familiarity.
After the message stopped, it was dead silent. Not a movement from anyone, not even a blink of an eye. Not even the cells of the body were moving. It was such a sudden and deadly thing to happen. Dawn was innocent, she's the most innocent person ever and yet, something could destroy her like this. Paul was the first one to sprint down to the girls' room. It wasn't a surprise; he was probably the one who cared the most. Everyone followed him.
Paul sunk to his knees after his hands fumbled with the lock and swung the door open. It was silent and empty. He had at least suspected that if they were too late that there would be Dawn's corpse to mourn over but the thing is, there was nothing. Well, except for the flung up-throw across room, everything was out of order and not a thing was in place. And what broke Paul's heart the most was that there was an outline of Dawn's frame on the bed even though the sheets were a little rowdy.
No, anything but that, Paul thought with fear. No, anything but taking her virginity away! She promised to give it to me when she's ready! Not some other guy! No!
Brendan and Athena past Paul and entered the room for any evidence. They noted and discussed that the door was awfully beaten down with dents and scratches, as if Dawn was inside the bathroom trying to contact someone while the intruder was trying to get to her. They took pictures of the scene; Athena went to the bathroom as Brendan tried to figure out what happened. Unlike Paul, he didn't think that Dawn was raped-she would have put up with a much harder fight than that. She must've been lying there when the intruder came. There was a little bit of blood on the chairs and desk, Brendan bend down and took a sample of each type in different containers. While Brendan checked out the bedroom area, Athena scooped out the bathroom. It wasn't much to look at but one thing that stood out was a small puddle of blood on the floor and several towels around as it seems to soak up the blood. It wasn't enough to be a sign of murder and there were bandages about the scene to show a little of treatment to the wound.
As the two investigators invested, the friends slowly took in the scene and tried to figure out what happened as well.
"Athena! Do you think she's dead!" Brendan called out, placing the samples in his bag.
Athena thought about the blood on the floor, "No, I don't think it's enough evidence. Not to mention that there's not a body."
"Would it be hidden in the closets?" Misty asked.
Athena and Brendan looked at each other for a slight moment and quickly left to check any closed doors. They came back with a shook of their heads.
"No."
"There's no one in here."
"He or she might have taken Dawn to hide the evidence," Misty suggested. The thought made Paul even more uneasy.
"But, she can't be dead. I mean, she couldn't," Leaf said innocently with a pout. Paul looked as if he wanted to punch the girl; Gary glared at Paul and put his hands on Leaf's shoulders.
"Leaf, she is."
"But, but! Dawn would have said goodbye to at least one of us! She told me so herself and, and there's the feeling! Don't you guys feel that she's still alive! I mean, don't you feel her heartbeat? Or the pulse of her blood! Come on! Please tell me you do!" Leaf cried. Lately, she has been feeling so spiritual, peacefully, and so full of life. Our dear Leaf is turning into a hippie.
Gary rubbed circles on her shoulders. "Sweetie, that's probably just me you're feeling."
Leaf shoved him off.
"No! Not that! Dawn is still alive! I mean what if magically the guy wasn't trying to kill her yet but trying to kidnap her or something! I mean, this seems a lot of evidence but it could misguide you! Maybe he knew that Dawn was calling us and makes it look like he murdered her or worse. It could have been a trick!"
Athena who had her arms crossed over her chest, she looked at Brendan, "No matter how crazy that sounds but actually, that does seem realistic and a possibility of it might be true."
Brendan nodded as if he was thinking the same thing.
"Do you think they are still in Petalburg?"
"Probably, in fact, I'm not jumping to conclusions but what if this kidnapper who took May is relatable to the kidnapping and possible murder of Dawn?" Brendan muttered.
Paul turned around to hiss at him, "Then what the hell are we doing here! Let's get moving!"
Brendan held out his hands in surrender but Paul had already stormed down to the guys' hotel room to grab his bags. Drew raised an eyebrow but said nothing and followed Paul.
Paul was already inside of the room, throwing their bags in the center of the room; thanking them silently that they did not unpack. Paul was stone. He was in the state of pure stone, hard in rage and panic. He would have never exploded or lied to her if he knew that this was going to happen. Hell, he would try in every possible direction to make sure his angel was safe. But she's not. She's in some pathetic creatures' clutches and he could only think of the negative possibilities that could happen. And worst of all, he was so angry. Why was he even madder? Dawn got kidnapped before but somehow, this feels unconditionally worse. Why? Why does it feel like Paul wanted to scream to the heavens for not protecting the angel they had sent him and pray to the Devil, giving his darkened soul to him if only Dawn will be okay. Was it regret? Is that it? Did he blame himself for this mess? Damn it all.
Paul felt a large familiar hand on his shoulder and turned around to see Drew with concerned eyes. Paul shoved him off and gave him a cold shoulder. Drew frowned but didn't give up.
"It's going to be okay," Drew tried to comfort the fuming teenage boy but he wasn't very good at it.
Paul snarled at him, "Okay? You think this is going to be okay! Open you're eyes, Drew! Things aren't peaches and cream!"
Drew clenched his fist, "Hey! I come in here to fucking comfort you and you push me away! God, don't be an idiot! Why can't you have hope? Do you even have any? "
Paul narrowed his eyes, "I don't need to you to tell me what I already know. You saw the room and the voicemail, yourself! Not even Misty couldn't get away from that without a single scratch on her! I'm not calling Dawn weak but my god! All that blood, Drew! The blood. That's what terrified me. I know I can't live without Dawn but with her being hurt or beaten, I would still go into rage. And worst of all, it's my fault! I'm the one who put her in a foul mood and why she didn't join. Then, she got attacked…" he stopped and took a deep breathe, "and I couldn't save her."
Drew immediately softened during Paul's pissed off-yet desperate monologue and he replaced his hand on his friends' shoulder. This time, Paul didn't shove it off. Instead, he looked at him with tear filled eyes.
"Things are different. You're burning with fury-Hell wouldn't even be compared to you. You want her back and that's acceptable. You love her." Paul looked at Drew, shocked. Drew smiled softly.
"Put that fury in use on finding our girls. With determination like that, nothing could go wrong. I want you to use faith, trust, and love."
"Love?" Paul snickered. Drew sighed.
"Not like that."
Drew grabbed most of the bags and looked up at Paul; he smirked, "Ready."
Paul smirked as well, getting the rest of the bags, "Oh, you wouldn't fucking believe how ready I am."
Drew grinned and went out of the door, Paul following behind.
May was calmly reading one of those little letter things; this particular one was about a guy who likes to eat a lot and before he was supposed to be killed-he eat all of his food at once and starved. There were two lessons that portrayed to the story that May had learned. One, do not eat all of your food. And two, men are killed here as well. On the death message said:
The idiotic Asher Mustecum was being an idiot
And ate all of his food.
Please do not be a moron and repeat this accident.
He was very heavy to bring him downstairs to be buried.
There was something very similar about this that made May quirk up her eyebrow. Who does that remind her of? Well, it's a gimme that the person who wrote this was very rude like someone else she knows.
"Let's see who could write the note and be Asher…" May thought, leaning into the cushions and placing the note on her lap. Her naked feet were propped up on the coffee table and her toes wriggled into thought. That's a new thing of hers; wiggling her toes when she thinks.
"Could Misty be person? Not the victim but the predator?" May asked herself and shook her head after the words came out. "No, Misty could never kill anyone..."
Misty was flaring red in anger; cracking her knuckles at the frightened front counter lady-snarling at her while Paul was telling her off by using a very colorful vocabulary. Misty slammed her fists on the counter, "How stupid are you! Letting some strange man into our room! One of my best friends is gone! Why, I ought've kill you!"
May giggled, "much less hurt…"
Ash and Drew were pulling Misty back as she tried to actually kill the woman who was shrinking back against the wall, "If it wasn't for your stupid security and that precious protective wall of yours, or else, you'll be going down! How stupid are you, really! Do you have a mind? Did that blissful blonde brain of yours have any sense! Is the hairspray affecting your brain cells?"
Paul sneered at her, "Do you have any idea what problem we have her!"
Ash groaned, "Can we just leave already? Misty, I'm hungry."
Misty's angry eyes flashed violently turns Ash, "How could you be hungry at a time like this!"
Misty whipped out her mallet and Ash gulped. He thought he would never see that thing again for the rest of his life. I believe we all know what happens.
"Ow…" Ash muttered as he rubbed his sore head.
Misty turned to the lady and glared daggers at her, "You're next…"
"N-no, please! I k-know what the man looks like!" she pleaded.
Misty grinned with malice but put her mallet away. She leaned against the counter with the same smile, "Oh, you do? Would you care to elaborate?"
She turned to Brendan, snapped her fingers and he rushed forwards. Athena snickered, "Haha, look, he's so obedient." She put a hand on her heart, "I've trained him so well."
Brendan, over hearing this, turned around to his girlfriend and cast a deadly glare. But, he didn't say anything to oppose to it. Gary chuckled, "Talk about whipped."
Leaf looked at him and narrowed her eyes, "What are you talking about? You're still whipped from the plane ride."
Gary immediately shut up.
"Okay! So the killer dude…urr is Paul and the eater is Ash!" May finally said and she grinned. "God, I'm good."
*A side note so you lovely little readers will know what the hell I'm talking about: A sound that sounds like a car jolting to a stop and splash of mud.*
Swoosh!
Creek!
Splash!
"Aw, gross!"
"That's new; did Tony get kneed in his misters?" May asked herself when she heard the feminine voice. May giggled, "Soldier down."
A faint voice appeared with an, "ARGH!"
Then, an "HA! Take that!"
"Weird, that sounds like Dawn," May muttered.
"Argh, did you have to kick me in my balls?" Tony grunted.
"Now, it's soldier down."
"Yes, you little…rapist dude person…who will uh, kill me…after he rapes me and um, torture me…you," the girl exclaimed sheepishly. May rolled her eyes.
"Yup," she popped the 'p', "that's Dawn."
May skipped to the kitchen, searching her fridge for a snack. She heard walking and little complaints on how smelly and gross it was throughout the ten minute "tour." She heard the door open and saw Tony and Dawn step inside.
Dawn's eyes scanned around the room, analyzing ever object to see if it was fashionable to be in the presence of Dawn Bertliz.
May came around and grinned casually at the bluenette and her mouth dropped, "Hey Dawn."
She rushed forwards, and grabbed May's forearms, "Oh, May! Look at you…you lost your tan!"
She frowned, 'okay, not really what I was suspecting…'
"What?"
"You lost your tan, May!"
"Ok?"
"Okay? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, are you?"
May smiled softly at her friend, "Dawn, calm down. Tony is somewhat a decent guy."
She looked at the brunette as if she was crazy. "Tony! You know his name!" she rolled her eyes, "He's the one who kidnapped you, right?"
May nodded.
"How is he decent?" Dawn shrieked wildly.
"Look around you, Dawn. It may be old and way out of style but I call this decent."
Dawn shrugged, "Yeah, I guess."
Tony cleared his throat and excused himself and shutting the door. May walked over to the couch and sat down; she patted the space next to her. Dawn sat down.
"So, how are the others?" May asked.
"Freaking their freaking asses off."
"But, how are they?" May repeated the question.
Dawn leaned back, she understood now. She must've think that she missed a lot and she was right. It may not seem like a lot but for May, it does. Dawn licked her lips, "Well, we went to New York to find you."
May's eyes widened in disbelief, "What! No! How did you find out I gone to New York!"
Dawn held up two fingers, "One, you left a piece of paper with all of the info on it," May silently cursed herself. "And two, it was really obvious after we saw the piece of paper."
May sighed, running her fingers through her hair, "What else? How's Max?" Of course May would ask about her brother.
"I'm not exactly sure, he's still in New York with that old couple, and I think he's fine. Maybe worried but fine," May nodded, she looked pleased with that.
"Alright, what else?"
"Well, the guys are with us. They ditched the whores and came with us, and we were really mad at each other. Well, Paul and I are still mad-I'll tell you why in a sec. We are friends with each other and we are putting that behind us, hopefully. Except for Leaf and Gary, she has some dirt on Gary. During one of the plane rides, Gary and Leaf had an encounter with some gay dude; she recorded it."
May laughed, "That sounds like Leaf."
"It sure does. And for Paul and me,"her eyes narrowed and clenched her teeth, "Oh, I'm so mad at him!"
"I would like a reason, please."
"You know the story on how Paul thought I was trying to sex up Reggie, right?" May nodded, she really didn't but she kind of summarized it. "Anyways, Paul still hasn't apologized, better yet, understand what really happened. I told him that he could call Reggie himself and I knew that he would tell the truth. But Paul was being Paul and said that I was lying the entire time!"
"I'm sorry Dawn, so what else happened?"
"We stayed in a casino hotel and instead of searching for you, they gambled. This is when that Tony dude came in and took me-" May stop her friend short.
"Whoa! Whoa! They did what!" May snarl in anger. Dawn blushed.
"Oh, right, they gambled. The girls and Brendan refused. But the others convinced them otherwise and it was only for one night."
May tapped her fingers angrily against the armrest, "When I see that grass head, I'm going to mow that hair of his…"
Dawn had the urge on not to giggle, "Didn't I say Drew?"
"No."
"Oh, then I meant Drew too."
May rolled her eyes and Dawn smiled.
"It's great seeing you. You know, alive and well!" Dawn gushed. May laughed.
"Same here."
May and Dawn hugged each other.
Dawn: Aw! What a sweet ending of a chapter!
May: I know!
Drew: When did you get here? Dawn: I'm not sure.
Me: It doesn't matter now! You're here! Well, I guess that's all~!
Drew: Aren't you forgetting something?
Me: You could have just said it, Drew.
Drew: R&R!
Me: Silly grass head. Bye!