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There. This being the second part, I hope it is better than the first, but don't expect anything with cherries and nuts on top. I'm allergic to nuts. ^_^
I had to re-read the current 11 parts of Ash to Ash, Dust to Dust. I needed to for some ideas of Gary's and Brock's intro into NewWorld, Inc. and to make sure I got the current facts straight. Yes, I know Brock doesn't seem like the type, but he's a hero in ATADTD and also dead. And it's my Fan-Fic! :P
Also, I just finished reading Pokémon Master (what parts are done, anyway). In future fics, I may turn some toward that style, but I find this style okay for now.
And if I screw up on what one has or another has or if this has or haven't happened, don't hurt me. I haven't seen the new eps of Pokémon for almost a year and a half. ;_; But I hope to end that soon.
And thanks to all who reviewed 'What if….? #1'. I got a lot of feedback, and a lot of people read it. ^_^
And before you read it, this is more of a filler than anything. Things in here lead the way to explain things later on, and also in ATADTD. Ya know the Abra Ash uses in ATADTD……?
Without further ado (maybe some credits….) I give you The Psychic Menace….
E-mail: cosmoswd@trxinc.com
Site: http://fananime.cjb.net
Rating: PG-13 (ooohhh….. Some cussing!)
Prequel to: Ash to Ash, Dust to Dust
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----====[ The Psychic Menace ~ Part 2 ~ Confrontations ]====----
A thick, moldy-green gas covered the area where two combatants were displaying their knowledge of Pocket Monsters, each thinking himself superior to the other. Of course, only one could win.
"Fearow! Blow away the smoke!" a boy in his mid teens yelled. As he waited for the poisoning Gas to disappear, he thought about strategy. His brown, pointy hair waved as his Beak Pokémon blew away the gas, keeping itself from being poisoned. Across from him stood a boy in about 15 or 16. His Muk, big as it may be, did not intimidate the former. He yelled commands, one after another, take the Muk's energy down bit by bit. When it finally fell, a loud horn rang. The brown haired boy looked up at a viewers stand, then around himself.
He was in a battle arena, but about 3/4 the size of a normal arena. There were some small spectator stands, but all were empty. He didn't care. Fame was not his goal for this battle. His goal was standing on a platform about 12 feet off the ground. He was clapping slowly. As he did so, two mid-20 looking people in white and black suits came in and escorted his competitor out of the 'Gym'.
"Well done, Garik," the man on the stand said, finished with his clapping, he now had a small remote that turned some lights off and other lights on, though he still stood half in the shadows. "You've passed the written test, and you seem quite skilled at battling. I believe you are the person we are looking for." He pressed one of the buttons on his remote, and another white and black dressed man came in. He had aqua-blue, wild hair and emerald-green eyes. He wore a small smile as he came in.
"This young man will escort you to your new quarters. You will be staying with him until we get your real new home set up. Trust me, you'll like it. Garik, this is James. James, this is Garik. You two need to get along until I have everything set up," he added as he pressed another button, and a door on one side of the gym- Garik, or rather Gary, hadn't come in that way, and he never noticed it- and James led him through it.
In the dead of night, a sound of metal against metal rang through-out the forest. A Rattata noticed the gleam of the Moonlight reflecting off something, and ran off. A sudden "POP!" sound was heard, indicting the opening of a can and the spilling of some of the contents.
"Marril! Mar-mar-mar-mar-ril!" a young aqua Pokémon said. She laughed as her master cleaned some stew off his face.
"Well let's see how you like it!" he said, taking some of the stew off his face and whipping it on her. She instantly whipped it off, then used Water Gun on him, more for payback then to clean him off. He whipped off what water and stew remained, and poured the remaining stew from the can in a cooking pot. He recalled his Scyther, worrying that it may catch on fire. He had fed it, and thought it shouldn't mind its Pokéball.
He finished cooking his stew, and was about to pour it into two bowls, when a small ringing came from his wrist. He pulled back his jacket sleeve- it was unusually cold- to reveal a device that was about 2 inches wide. It looked like a watch with a small TV and antennae, and was painted a mixture of black, white, and silver. He pressed a button above the screen-like part, and a face appeared, though it was shrouded in the shadows.
"Tracey! Have you found any yet?" Tracey looked around, then shook his head.
"No such luck. I indicated their signatures, but they kept on vanishing when I got close," Tracey said, scratching his head.
"Stop by Cerulean. I'll have a package waiting for you in the PokeMart. It has some Fast Balls in there to help you accomplish you're mission," the voice said, soothing, yet a tad bit of evil mixed in. The screen went blank, and he started rubbing his head. Before leaving Vermillion, he called ahead to say that he'd get to the NewWorld HQ earlier. They asked that he would do something for him, with pay, of course. He agreed, and so here he was, looking for Abra north of Cerulean. He'd caught a couple of Clefairy and a few Jiggylpuff. He wondered why they wanted him going after weak Pokémon.
He finished eating his stew, and got to bed, taking out his Scyther, just in case….
In his dreams, his subconscious told him to go back to Misty and Ash, but his pride always blocked the way…..
Ash stood proud, holding a Gold and Silver trophy. He held it with both hands, one on the base, one on a handle. His first Pokémon, Pikachu, stood balanced on his head, waving to everyone in the crowds. For blocks around, hoopla and whoops could be heard, all of it directed at Ash Ketchum. He stood for a good 10 minutes, absorbing the cheering, Television cameras trained on him, and the roses and other various objects being thrown on the ground. Misty walked around with a big bag, grumbling and collecting it all.
"Ash Ketchum! You've just won the fifth annual Privateers Competition! Congratulations! How'd you do it?" asked a nearby reporter, who obviously had never heard Ash give a speech. Ash went on for another 10 minutes as he walked out of the stadium arena. When he was done, the reporters had enough for a good half-page story and 10 minutes on TV, but had wished Ash was better at public speaking.
"Ash!" a familiar voice roared and the doors slammed open. Misty stood there, sweaty and irritable, holding the bag of Ash's goodies. Ash thought it was kinda cute, but didn't say so. He rubbed the back of his head, and muttered a small 'Sorry'. "Kingler, I choose you! Help Misty carry that bag!"
Misty instantly dropped the bag, happy to be relieved. Ash went over and grabbed a rose out of it, handing it to her. "Your tip, ma'am," he said, and both broke into laughter. It may have been the stress of the tournament, or trying to forget past memories. Neither knew, and neither cared at the moment.
When they got back to their hotel room, Ash put all the flowers in two vases, giving the one in Misty's room more. He then ordered a victory dinner, and just as soon as he hung up, there was a knock at the door. "Man, I guess they have their stuff pre-made," Ash said as he walked to the door. Misty just sighed at her naïve friend. Both faces turned to shock, and then surprise, then joy as they saw who was at the door.
"Brock!"
"Hiya Ash! Misty!" he said, dropping his stuff on a near-by chair. "I heard about your win at the Competition on my way through town. I decided this is just a good place as any to stay for the night, and I was hoping you two might have some room for me."
"Sure Brock!" Ash said. "What do you want for supper? It's on me!" he said, pulling a thick wad of cash from his pocket.
"Wow! I knew that there was a big money prize, but I didn't know it was that much! Um… Yeah, I guess I'll have a Steak. And a baked Potato! And as long as your paying, an Ice Cream Sundae," he said, giving a big grin. He then called out a Vulpix. Ash assumed it was the one that he got from Suzee, but he suddenly called out a Ninetales, too.
"You evolved Vulpix?" Ash said, confused. He never thought Brock would do that.
He shook his head, annoyed. "No, moron. I caught another wild one, to keep my Vulpix company when I was…. away," he said, blushing a bit, "and it accidentally came into contact with a Fire Stone at a Flea Market. Of course, the guy charged me for using it."
Ash then picked up the phone, ordering Brock's daily nutritional supplements, and PokeChow, as well.
"Sparky!" a boy in a blue cap yelled, apparently annoyed. "Sparky, I know you don't want to, but I don't want you getting sick!" He looked up a tree, and saw small yellow shape run from branch to branch. He aimed his PokeBall, the beam hitting the quick moving figure as it took another jump. "Gotcha!" he said, and headed toward the PokeCenter.
As he ran in through the doors, he slammed into a boy a few years older than him. He wore a head-band and a green shirt, and paper and pencil lay near where he landed. It looked like he had been drawing the inside of the PokeCenter.
"I'm really sorry!" Richie said, picking up his blue cap. "I just want my Pokémon to get their shots ASAP," he said, bending over to pick up the pencil and pad, giving it to the boy in green.
The green-wearing one looked him over for a minute. "Where have I seen you before? Hmm…. Hey, do you know Ash Ketchum?" he asked, a light bulb going off in his head.
"Yeah!" Richie said. "I use to travel with him."
"Well, it's nice to meet ya," Tracey said, sticking out his hand.
"Richie," he said, shaking back. "What are you here for?"
"Vaccine, same as you. I'd hate for Marril to get sick," he said, pointing to the mouse Pokémon asleep on a couch.
"Wow! A Marril! That's so cool!" he said. "Hey, I caught a Snubbull recently. Wanna battle later?"
"Sure!" Tracey said, though more for a chance for a new sketch than for experience.
"So why are you going through Viridian?" Ash asked, munching on a brownie. He had given Misty some cash, enough, he thought, for a bike, and she had gone on her merry way. "Going back to Pewter?"
"Na," Brock said, watching some TV. "I found this new organization that needs some Pokémon breeders. A 'Tree hugger' society, if you get my drift. I think that it'll probably be mostly Grass and Bug types, but I think they also want to re-introduce some species into the wild, like Mr. Mime, or Jynx."
"What's it called?" Ash flipped the channel to one with a movie on.
"I'm not sure. I was visiting Suzee, and she got a call asking if she could help them out. She was too busy, but she referred me, and they wanted me, as well," he said, petting Vulpix. His Ninetales was in its ball, and Pikachu was asleep on top of the TV, boosting the screen resolution quite a bit.
"Cool. Mind if we join ya? We were planning to go over to New Bark Town, but if you want some company, we can change plans, and I'm sure Misty won't mind."
As if on cue, they heard the 'click' of the electronic lock unlocking, and they looked at the door to see Misty. Much to Ash's displeasure, she had not gotten a bike, but had instead bought some dolls, clothes, and had gotten a makeover. Ash didn't think she looked too bad, but didn't declare it, and was a bit happy that she hadn't gotten a bike, but he didn't say that, either. Instead, he decided to be his own, annoying self.
"Didn't help, huh Misty?" he said with a smile, which was soon wiped off his face as a PokeBall smacked him in the head.
Misty fumed some. "Moron! I got that for you. Maybe when it learns PsyBeam it will re-arrange your brain," she said, storming into her room and shutting the door.
"Doesn't seem like either of you changed," Brock said, staring at Ash's Pokeball. Ash threw his PokeBall on the floor, and out popped a small yellow and brown shrew-like Pokémon. Which snored quite contently.
"An Abra? Where'd get it?" Ash said, poking his new Pocket Monster, trying to arouse it.
"A flea market. I thought you may be able to get it to a Kadabra, but I think I was under the influence when I thought that," she said, jokingly. Ash recalled Abra, and told her of Brock's plans. "Sounds good to me. New Bark can wait."
So they headed out on quest, once again….
"There's one!" Richie shouted, annoying Tracey greatly.
"We're here to CATCH them, not scare them off!" he said, but with a loud, ominous tone in his voice. He noticed the Abra shimmering, and threw a Fast Ball before it could Teleport. The ball hit the target, and the Abra was sucked in. The ball wiggled a little, the Abra trying to break free, but eventually stopped.
"Yeah!" said Tracey, now his turn to get over ecstatic. That was the 24th Abra they had caught. His supervisor, known to him as Mr. G, had wanted 20 Abra. Tracey gave one to Richie earlier, and kept one for himself.
They stopped one more night in the Cerulean PokeCenter, then made their way to Saffron.
"NewWorld, inc., huh?" Richie asked, Sparky running around his feet. He regretted giving the electric Monster Carbos. "Never heard of it. But I'll go with ya. I was planning to go that way myself. And I think both of us can use company," he said with a wink.
"Saffron? That's where it is?" asked Ash. Instead of going through Mount Moon and Cerulean, they decided to take a short cut through Diglett's Cave. Pikachu rested itself on top of Ash's head, much to his annoyance, and would jump off every so often to stop Togepi from annoying some Digletts.
"Prrrrriiiii!"
"Yeah. I just hope we don't have a run in with Sabrina," Brock said, bringing back bad memories. They all remained silent for a moment, remembering that episode that 'Haunted' then all. (get it? ^_^)
"Pika!" Pikachu jumped off Ash's head to stop Togepi, causing Ash's cap to fall over his eyes. The consequence, as in any reality, was his tripping over a stone. He landed on top of a Dugtrio, who instantly let out a loud wail. Other Diglett and Dugtrio appeared, giving evil looks to Ash and Co. They suddenly reared up and charged.
"Ahhhhh! Run!" Misty shouted. She picked up Togepi, and her, Brock, and Pikachu ran as fast as they could. Ash's hat was still stuck.
"Hey, what's that noise? Uh, guys? I could use some help with my hat!" he yelled. His hat finally came off. Luckily, it was just as the first Diglett ran into his foot. He tripped again. "Ah, shit!" He then noticed the group of Dig's, and ran off, passing Misty and Brock. Pikachu jumped on his head, and they were out of the cave.
Richie and Tracey sat in the PokeCenter of Vermillion, feeding their Pokémon, and helping themselves, too. The guardhouse north of Saffron had been down for repairs, and they decided to go in from the south, using the underground tunnel. Richie had also wanted to catch a Diglett. After healing their Monsters and buying some stuff, Richie set out to Diglett Cave. Tracey wanted to stay behind, and sketch an Articuno. Richie got to the entrance at the same time that Ash got out. The result was 2 forces of equal kinetic energy bumping into each other at a rapid pace.
"OW!" they said, both muttering small curses. Ash was the first to look up.
"Richie! Long time no see. How are you?" Ash said. The rest of his party caught up, breathing heavily.
"Thanks for waiting, Ash!" Misty, of course.
"Toge toge Prrrrriiiii!" Togepi watched as Pikachu and Sparky exchanged friendly jolts of electric power.
"Hey Misty, Brock! I came here hoping to catch a Diglett," he said, wondering why Misty and Brock were breathing so hard.
"Uh…. I wouldn't go down there right now. They're kinda frisky. Are you here with anybody?" Ash said, looking around.
"Yeah! Tracey's over at the Pokémon Center. You remember Tracey, right?" Richie said, almost as naïve as Ash.
"Unfortunately, yes," Ash's eyes turned from friendly to fiery in a millisecond. "Tracey is a dumbass." Richie was surprised at his choice of words. He had thought the two were friends.
"Well, I didn't get that impression when I met him in Cerulean," Richie said, still perplexed.
"You will," Ash said, his expression softening a pinch. "So where are you headed?"
"Saffron. Want to join us?" Richie regretted the words as soon as he spoke them.
"Like hell! I don't want to see Tracey again," Ash said, fire flaring up again.
"I think Charizard rubbed off on Ash a little too much," Brock whispered to Misty.
"Uh, that's okay. I'll see you around then. Heh…" Richie said, with a weird smile. He decided that maybe he should wait to get a Diglett.
Richie came into the PokeCenter. There was some commotion. The Articuno that Tracey had been sketching had stood in one place so long that it had frozen the ground and slipped, falling on a few Pokémon. Tracey and his Scyther were helping to get the Articuno back up, which had also frozen in place. Richie helped them.
"You'll never guess who I met," Richie said pulling a few Pokémon out.
"Who?" Tracey said, pushing harder.
"Ash, Misty and Brock!" Richie said. Unfortunately, his brain was still a bit slow, and he though Tracey would re-act differently than Ash. He didn't. Though he couldn't see them, Richie knew that Tracey's eyes were alight, possibly burning more than Ash's. He suddenly gave a huge grunt, and pushed the Articuno up by himself. All standing were awed, most backing away, fearing he might take some anger out on one of them. The lifting of the Freeze Pokémon had drained most of his hate, not to mention energy, away.
After finishing their 'cleaning', Tracey and Richie set off for Vermillion.
Ash and his friends stood in front a large building. You could see that it had been completed currently, since some cranes were still on top, and some building materials were scattered around. This was the address that Brock had gotten. He walked up to a sign, and read it out loud.
"Welcome to NewWorld, Inc.," he said, excited.
On the other side of the building, the side where the BIG sign was, Tracey said the exact same thing to Richie.
Ash's eyes filled with hatred.
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Yes, I know, not much action. I had thought about a part where Tracey and Ash bumped into each other at the hotel in Vermillion, but for continuity, I decided against it.
So, you like? I think it was well. Improving on my Authoring skills. Yay. ^_^
Please Review. By doing so, I can improve my writing style, and you can get the next part quicker.
When I was half-way through this part, I thought it was only going to go to part 5. I have now thought of a few other things, and it will most likely go to 10.
Oh, and I need someone who is willing to proof-read future stories. This one is not. I'm TOO lazy. :P If interested, put it in a review or e-mail me.
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