Disclaimer: The characters of Pokemon do not belong to me. Nor do any of the other known characters that may appear in this fic. The story is mine, and was made for entertainment purpose only.
Rated: M for mature.
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Celadon City's Nurse Joy slept, snuggling under her warm blanket, and peacefully…dreaming…
-dreamscape-
"In the name of good, affordable health care, I vow, to vanquish you!" declared Pretty Princess Joy, as she pointed her candy-cane shaped wand at her newest enemy: the brownish blobby blob.
The swishing of the wind did not distract her as she dived off the cylinder tower. Pink glittering ribbons from her costume swirled as she spun with a downward spiral.
"CHANSEY-SPARKLE-PINK-RAY-!" The tip of her wand clicked open, ejecting a metallic rattling gun. "-MACHINE GUN!"
Bullet holes suddenly filled the brown massive blob, before ripping it into a large messy mess. Gunk spewed everywhere but the heroin.
The Pretty Pink warrior somersaulted forward, as she again fired at the ground. Stream of bullets ricocheting and chewing off concrete, snipping onto a gas line.
Momentum caring herself forward, she instinctively crouched and rolled to safety, landing softly through an adjacent building's balcony.
She pumped her fist in the air, as the decapitated monster in the background lit up in flames and burst with a loud explosion.
"Victory!" she posed. Winking at the imaginary camera-angle.
"Um. Excuse me?"
Just noticing that she'd landed in an occupied bedroom, Joy turned towards the bed.
One pre-pubescent girl was licking her boy-toy's neck. "Ohhhhh… Ashhhh….we have company."
Pretty Princess Joy watched helplessly as the girl stuck her hand into his trousers.
"DAMN IT!" screamed Nurse Elizabeth Joy, before she toppled off her bed. Her entire body feeling stiff and sore.
This was the sixteenth time, that night, she had that stupid dream!
She glared at her clock. Its mechanical, pinkish arms pointing at 5AM. Who'd have thought she'd grown to hate her limited edition Chansey-Nancy-Clock. Its wide, plastered smile. Mocking her misery.
Screaming out her lungs, she threw herself at the clock. Punching it, and breaking off its Chansey-shaped-head.
"GARGHH!" she screamed, her fist throbbing painfully.
-Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.- "Is everything alright?"
Elizabeth froze at the unexpected voice. She slowly stared at her door.
"I thought I heard screaming?"
She'd almost trip over her own feet. "Nothing," coughed Nurse Joy. Her voice several octaves too high. "No-No screaming." She quickly slipped on her robe, hiding her pajamas, and opened the door.
Only to be greeted with a fist. Erika continued forward, her other fist slamming into Nurse Joy's stomach.
Nurse Joy reeled backwards, gasping for air. With a snap, vines wrapped around her face and limbs, squeezing her tightly.
Erika leaned forward, her darkened blue bangs in a cute bob. "You will be," she whispered.
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Erika, Celadon's Grass Gym Leader, stepped over the body, and walked out the doorway. She barely heard her partner's footsteps, as he stepped from the shadows. He had arrived last night.
His lab coat hung loosely from his frame. "Finished. Cameras and Alarm-systems are down."
"Only?" Erika smiled playfully, ticking off her list with her fingers. "Sleep Powder in the vents, blowing to every other room. Nurse Joy is taken care of. And I found the room-key." She wrapped her arms around his waist. "Hurt Ketchum."
His eyes glowed red briefly. He nodded, before cocking the barrel.
"For revenge-" He lifted the shotgun, its head pointed at one helpless, headless Chansey-clock.
"-I would gladly kill, Ash Ketchum. " The Professor pulled the trigger.
Another Chance: ARC II
Chapter 28: How to Kidnap a Gym Leader
They held each other. With the morning sun, peaking from the horizon, sweeping over their silhouette.
She pulled him tighter. He let her. His body leaned onto hers, while his rapidly pounding heart was deafening. The ticking of the clock- pointing to 5:05AM - was the least relevant as Misty wouldn't relent.
Ash was first to break the kiss. Despite being just a kiss, he could feel his face turn red, his stupid hormones making something so simple feel so strange. He scratched his head awkwardly. "New record?"
He didn't expect Misty to grab onto his collar and suddenly break into tears. Pressed upon his shoulder, her loud sobs slowly became a small whimper.
"I missed you," she whispered, "I missed you so much."
Ash brushed her back, the shirt's fabric making small ripples. "Me too," he whispered, too soft for her to hear.
He gently tilted her backwards, so he could wipe her tears. "Everything will be alright."
Misty closed her eyes, and rested her head on his shoulder.
"I love you," she yawned, snuggling closer.
Ash brushed her cheek "I love you."
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Misty slept quietly, covered under a small pile of blankets.
He had just finished placing a pillow under her head, when he heard the gunshot. The piercing blast left a ringing in his ears.
His heart was racing. A thousand thoughts spinning and forming in his head.
"…where's my bike, dumb ass…" mumbled Misty. Then snored…loudly.
Ash Ketchum gave the her one last glance, before turning to the doorway. Pikachu, who was resting in the corner, had crawled by his side.
"Pika-Pika?"
He looked down, noticing the hat he'd bought the day before, being nudged forward by Pikachu's nose. An exact copy, red and white, with the slanted green mark clearly visible. His finger smoothly traced its rim. He gripped the end, and slipped the hat in place.
Another -bang- fired from the outside.
They were already out the door.
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The gunman cackled maniacally, swinging around like a drunkard, swaying the shotgun to-and-fro. A brilliant performance.
He took aim, then loudly blasted apart a large computer. It sparked several times, before lighting up in flames. "Bwahaha!" In triumph, he fired to the sky. The section of the roof collapsed as it was blown into chunks.
He could here his prey's footsteps, and predictably they'd screeched to a halt.
He looked towards Ash Ketchum, lifting his weapon for every camera to see.
"Professor Oak," choked Ash, identifying his newest enemy.
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Professor Oak smiled warmly, "I've been expecting you." He stepped forward.
"Stop where you are!" ordered Ash.
Professor Oak kept walking, his smile widening. "What's wrong Ash?" His voice was rising. "Why so confused!" With that last comment, he was running forward, his arms outstretched.
Ash lunged out of the way, dodging the speeding Professor Oak. "It's not him," Ash whispered, his mind wrapping around the puzzle. The Professor's quick burst of speed was physically impossible for his age. "But why is he-?" He noticed the blinking cameras.
Professor Oak's smile widened, before lunging forward again. Ash side-stepped.
The cameras were still on.
"You're trying to frame Professor Oak!" accused Ash. He quickly jumped into a roll, as soon as the fake-Professor Oak took aim with the shotgun.
"ARE YOU BLIND!" cackled Professor Oak, firing but missing Ash. "I AM PROFESSOR SAMUEL OAK!" His blasts still failing to hit Ash, the boy almost spinning and blurring out of his firing range. "DIE!" He fired through a couch. "ASH!" The glass window shattered. "KETCHUM!" A recent poster advertising the upcoming Ash-Ketchum-Movie was blown to smithereens.
"Why-BANG!- can't I- BANG!- hit YOU!"
His target slowed to a stop. "Because-"
Professor Oak pulled the trigger. Nothing happened.
"-I'm Ash Ketchum."
Before the Professor could react, Ash was already next to him. Ash kneed the gunman hard in the groin.
"Now to get rid of that mask," spat Ash. He gripped the man's face and pulled hard. Only to later realize…it was not coming off.
Ash gasped in horror. "It can't be."
Professor Oak chuckled darkly, immediately releasing his first Pokemon. His Charizard gave a deafening roar. "Burn him," he commanded.
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Misty was still snoring. Ash's Squirtle, Misty II, asleep on top of her face.
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Immediately, Pikachu slammed head first into Charizard throwing the Pokemon into the wall. Then easily dodging the Flamethrower.
"Pikachu, hurry! Before the Pokemon Center catches on fire!" yelled Ash.
"PI-KA-CHUUUUUU!" Charizard roared in agony, as hundreds of volts of electricity enveloped his entire body. Suddenly a yellow blur appeared, followed with a glint of silver, before an iron tail snapped Charizard backwards. It crashed bac kwards, breaking down the wall behind it, and revealing Nurse Joy.
"MMMMMFFFFFF!" a gag muffling her voice. Nurse Joy tried wriggling away from her collapsed bedroom wall which was destroyed by the largest Charizard she'd ever seen. "HLLLLLPPPP MWWWWW," she struggled to loosen the ropes tied around her mouth and body.
Ash sprinted towards Nurse Joy, pulling her out of the way. Both of them barely missed the Charizard's thick tail as it struck the floor. A cobweb of cracks spreading outward, as the Pokemon Center began to shake. He carried her across the room, avoiding and leaping over the deepening cracks.
Ash quickly pulled the gag from Nurse Joy's mouth.
"WHAT'S GOING ON!" she screamed. Ash had no time to explain, as Charizard was thrown across the room, as Pikachu's Bodyslam charged with Agility made contact. Ash threw himself on the struggling nurse, moving themselves away from the trajectory.
Charizard broke through the glass wall and into the street behind them, falling and smashing into with a parked car. The car's alarm blared loudly, with Charizard laying unconscious.
"MY POKEMON CENTER!" cried out Nurse Joy, tears welling in her eyes.
Ash stepped around the kneeling Nurse Joy, and ran after Professor Oak. Pikachu quickly stepped by his side, as the chase began.
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They had caught up to the Professor in a dead-end alleyway several blocks away from the Pokemon Center.
"It is over," finalized Ash. He turned his cap backwards, feeling a strange sensation of betrayal at Professor Oak's actions. "Pikachu, THUNDERBOLT!"
The electricity tore threw the concrete, before colliding into Professor Oak. His body lit up with a brilliant gold. But if the professor felt any pain, he did not show it. The electricity just burnt away the white cloth, revealing a rubber suit with a rectangular mechanical middle.
Then there was a loud crack. The machine cracked in half, sputtering smoke and sparks. Ash stared gob smacked as the Professor Oak's disguise began to melt and change.
Like clay, the skin slowly shifted, the wrinkles disappeared, and his face tightened. Even the gray hairs started to darken. The image in front of him shook, before collapsing and revealing another person altogether.
Thin and lanky, a different Professor now stood in his place.
The Professor noticed his machine's failure, and began to frown. And just as suddenly, he pulled out a tiny egg from within his lab coat and crushed it with his hand.
Pikachu's electricity sparked out, before she fell over unconcious. Ash looked away from the man's red-colored eyes, and ran to Pikachu.
"You are very annoying Ash Ketchum," drawled Professor Elm, staring with blank expression. "Till next time."
He smashed another egg and a blinding bright light washed over the alleyway. Soon after he could see, Professor Elm was gone.
Ash stood to his feet, cradling Pikachu in his arms.
"Professor Elm," he muttered to himself. It was difficult to compare the kind, clumsy professor to the enemy he'd just faced. "What happened to you?"
He walked towards the broken eggshells on the concrete. He recognized their strange color, a special breed only found in Johto.
"THE CAMERAS!" remembered Ash. He needed to clear Professor Oak's name. He ran down the street and off to the Pokemon Center, with Pikachu bouncing in his arms.
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The door slid open, and Erika walked inside. She frowned, noticing the girl and Squirtle sleeping in the bed.
Nevertheless, Erika quietly looked for the girl's sack. She needed to find that crystal cu-…She paused, noticing the small bag peaking from under the bed sheets.
Erika leaned over the bed, and slowly untangled the bag from underneath the covers. She quickly scanned its contents, and found the crystal cube her Master desired.
"Ash?" mumbled Misty, her eyes still closed, and hand outstretched "I want to snuggle."
Erika eyes widened as Misty's left hand inadvertently squeezed her chest.
-squish-squish.-
Misty peeked, noticing Erika's blushed face. "AHHHHH!" Misty shrieked, before slamming her right fist into Erika's jaw. "MISTY-PUNCH!"
Erika flew backwards, head tilted, before slamming into the floor.
She rushed out of bed, confused at why the resident Gym Leader sneaked into people's rooms. She paused after noticing her crystal cube laying on the floor. Misty reached for her bag, noticing that Erika's necklace was glowing a sickly red.
Misty pulled out some rope from her pack.
She went to work, her hands lazily guiding and tying the rope. She resisted the small smile, tugging at her lips. Just like riding a bike.
In Johto
May sat frozen on the couch, as she looked adoringly onto the television screen. The preview for the new Ash Ketchum movie was playing…
Channel 150- Ashton Ketchum: The True Story-
"Ashton, PLEASE. I totally love you!"
The man in the red and white hat looked over yonder Like a statue, that stared into nothing. As they stood in that quiet meadow, sunlight pierced the overhead clouds and lighting Ashton's stern chiseled face. His skin gave off a light glow.
"No." His naturally wavy hair was revealed as a sudden breeze pulled away his signature cap.
The woman gasped at his beauty. While also gently squeezing her large bosom upwards.
"But you could, like, die!" cried out Mist.
She latched onto her man, breathing heavily onto his neck.
"No," said Ashton, again. Another breeze blew by, but this time his tanned skin and muscular abs were shown as the gust ripped apart his badly torn up shirt.
"PLEASE!" She rubbed against him some more. "D-don't fight Team Rocket."
"No," said he. This time he was gazing into her eyes. Into her soul.
Mist almost swooned, as if bitten. "You're not going to fight?"
"No," said Ashton Ketchum, his voice now soft as the wind. "I must go. To protect you."
May couldn't stop watching the TV.
A strange warm feeling tingled in her body as TV actor Ashton Ketchum began to lightly kiss the mysterious female lover, Mist.
The high-definition projected image was clear enough to show Ashton's skin sparkle in the light. And the sound was so crisp, she could easily make out Mist's tiny -eep- as he carried her with his muscular arms and ran through the meadow.
"Dad," mumbled May, her attention never leaving the screen. "How did…you afford this, again?"
"Promotion," he answered. May didn't question further, as Mist began to squeeze Ashton in the most memorable of ways.
She almost jumped off her seat as a drooling, hideous Team Rocket agent popped on screen, and challenged Ashton to a life and death battle.
Mist was squeezed tighter in Ashton's strong well-sculpted arms.
"OH C'MON!" screamed Max. (aka: her annoying little bro) "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE STILL WATCHING THAT, MAY! IT'S BURNING MY EYES!"
"Max. Shush." she whispered, her eyes never leaving the screen. "You…made me…watch th-AH! ASHTON, LOOK OUT!"
"That was BEFORE I realized a SUPPOSED documentary about Ash Ketchum would be this…THIS GIRLY GARBAGE!"
May had already stopped paying attention to the outside world; her hands were now pressed against her chest. She gave a long sigh.
"ARGH!" yelled Max, before stomping away. "MOM! Make May stop acting weird!"
"Be quiet, dear." His mother had been sneaking looks towards the show. "I wonder if I should buy the book."
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Somewhere, running through Celadon City, was the real Ash Ketchum unaware…
… of the thousands of girls saying his name…
… And maybe one other guy…
Gary Oak dropped his glass of milk, gaping at the TV screen. "DAMN YOU, ASH KETCHU-GAH!"
Daisy smacked him on the head, for waking her up.
There…I sorta revised it…a lil'
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Ohhh… Hello!
I'm really sorry about the horrendously long update. -sigh- This was a tough chapter to write, mainly because I had to re-write it so many times.
-shrugs-
Shadic: Of course, that doesn't mean that this chapter isn't any less complicated, what with the mind-controlled Prof. and Erica.
-places a blanket on top of Shadic-
Ehehehehe-Well anyways… Thank You everyone! Thanks for sticking this long with the story.
-gives out Chansey-clocks-
-looks at wriggling blanket- And ShadictheHedgehog. You are the best beta ever! You've done an amazing job (like always) and I'm sooo glad you're able to handle my crazy schedule. Shadic. If only I could type "Thank you" a hundred more times. Thanks a million.
-throws blanket off-
Shadic: Well, using Copy-Paste makes it easy to type something out a hundred times. I wouldn't recommend it, though, because it would inflate the word count and give a bad impression.
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Anyways… -cough-
WOOHOO! We are FINALLY going to Cinnabar Island! The fun begins! Let's squeeze out the inevitable Gym Leader battle while exploring the volcanic scenery.
Shadic: ...The volcano's not gonna blow, is it?
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–runs away-
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Shadic: Anyways. Stay tuned for…
Chapter 29: Memories and Volcanoes!
