Disclaimer: i don't own Pokémon. also the character Crystal Ember belongs to Starkiller, i am just borrowing her. i'll give her back unharmed. (Well, maybe unharmed, heh, heh, heh).
please read and review. hope you enjoy:
Misty's Dream
Part 2
Ash opened his eyes, the light was back, and he could hear people talking. He saw his mother lying on the floor a couple of feet away from him. He slowly got up and crawled over to her on his hands and knees. He checked for a pulse and found one; she was going to be fine.
He got up and sat with his back to the wall. He lowered his head and rested it on his knees. After a couple of minutes he realised he had left Misty, Brock and Duplica downstairs. He felt a small hand tug on his trouser leg. He lifted his head and saw Pikachu crouched beside him. Pikachu looked at him as he lifted his head, and then he leaped into his friend's arms. Ash caught him and Pikachu nuzzled into his masters front.
"Hey Pikachu. What's wrong?" Ash said as he stroked Pikachu's head.
"Pi Pikachu. Pi pi Pikachu. Pikapi ka chu ka." Pikachu said as tears formed in his eyes. Ash looked at Pikachu.
"It's ok. I'm alright, see." Ash stood up. "If I wasn't alright would I be able to do this?" he asked before he put Pikachu down and done a handstand and walked across the room with his feet in the air. He got to the wall on the opposite side of the room and swung his legs down, so he was standing straight again. Pikachu ran over to him and grabbed his leg. He climbed up Ash's body and sat on his shoulder.
"Pika!" he said happily. Ash looked around. He took a cover from the bed and put it over his mothers sleeping form. Then he turned towards the window. He opened the curtains and looked out.
There were some people on the street wondering why they were there in the middle of the night. Ash laughed almost silently to himself. He closed the curtains and headed towards the door.
"Well, lets go and check on th …" he was cut off abruptly at the shouts from downstairs.
"Misty! God Misty, please! Please wake up!"" Ash heard Duplica calling out. He rushed to the top of the stairs and looked down. He felt like his breath had been stolen from him. Misty lay in an awkward position in the hallway. One of her hands clutching her head, as if she were in pain; but she did not move. The other arm was lying limp at the side of her. Her legs were almost bent in the completely opposite position from the rest of her body. Ash could see her face. It looked pale, drawn. He felt like he was going to be sick, he clutched his stomach and tried to move. A strange paralysis came over his legs. Although he willed them to move it was like his legs were not part of his body anymore. Pikachu looked at him as if to ask him what was wrong. He looked around for the enemy that was stopping his master from going down to see what was wrong with Misty. Pikachu knew well that Ash liked her. He had known it from the day he had seen them together. And whenever one of them was feeling down, or were injured, the other would come running. But Ash didn't move, and Pikachu knew something was wrong.
"Pika, Pikachu." Pikachu urged him on. Ash just looked at the fallen form of Misty, tears starting to well up in his eyes. He looked down at the ground as one lone tear escaped. He knew more would follow. Duplica looked up at him,
"Ash! Ash, please help me! I can't wake her up!" when Duplica saw he wasn't moving she tried again. "Ash, please!" she said. "I know it's an awful site, but you don't want her to get worse, do you?" she looked down to Misty and then back up to Ash, tears present in her eyes. "If you don't help me, I don't think I can do anything. Please?" she looked back down at Misty, her shoulders heaving with the sobs she let out. In a couple of seconds she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Ash standing over her.
"What can I do?" he asked with a small smile on his face. But when he turned to look at Misty, the smile disappeared and his face was once again serious.
"Thank you." Duplica said. And then she too turned her attention to Misty's limp, lifeless body.
It took them a couple of minutes but they got Misty to the couch. They had to carry her and try not to hurt her even more. Suddenly Brock came running into the room.
"Ash, you're ok?" He asked as he walked over to them. Then he saw Misty. "Oh my God." He said as his hand flew involuntarily to cover his mouth. "What happened to her?" Ash turned to look at him.
"She's not breathing Brock, please help. She can't die. It's just not fair!" he shouted out. "It's not fair!" he broke down into tears, and Duplica tried to comfort him. Brock walked over to the couch where Misty lay, he felt her wrist and after a couple of seconds he shouted out.
"She still has a pulse!" he called; Ash came running over to him. And tried to wipe the tears from his face.
"Let me," he said as he moved Brock's hand out of the way. Sweet relief coursed through him when he felt the soft beat in her wrist. He leant over her until his head was inches away from her ear. He whispered softly. "Misty, please. If you can hear me please wake up. I…I need you here with me." Tears started to roll down his face as he realised that if she didn't wake up this would be the last words he would ever say to her, and she might not even be able to hear him. He dashed them away with the back of his left hand, while the other hand ran through her hair. He let his head rest on hers, and then he just mumbled anything that came into his brain. He kept repeating over and over how much he loved her.
Brock came over a couple of seconds later to find Ash weeping.
"Ash," he said quietly to his friend. "Ash, the doctor is here. Let him do his work." Brock pulled the weeping Ash away. He had to pry Ash's hand from Misty's as he was determined not to let go. But when he got him out of the room he seemed a little bit better. Brock sat him down with Duplica and then left to see if the doctor needed any help.
"Ash?" Duplica said quietly after a couple of minutes of sitting in silence. Ash didn't lift his head. Nor did he speak, so she continued. "Ash. If Misty is gone she wouldn't want you to spend the rest of your life in misery. She wouldn't want you to remember this day, but to remember all the happier moments of her life. You know what I mean?" she put a hand to Ash's chin and forced him to look in her eyes. The tears were still present in his eyes. And Duplica suddenly realised how young he looked; he was still a child. He was only fifteen years old, if she felt bad about her friend, how did he feel?
"I know," he sighed after a while, "I just can't help but feel useless." He stood up and threw his arms to his sides. "I mean, I could have stayed with her, but instead I ran to a scream that didn't even come from my mother." He buried his face in his hands.
"The screaming wasn't your mother?" Duplica asked confused. This whole thing was too confusing.
"No, she was fine. It wasn't until after the lights went back on until she fell. And now she's just lying asleep on the floor," he turned his look to the closed door across the hallway, where Misty lay, "while Misty is lying through there hardly alive." He seemed to crumble as he slowly slid down the wall to the floor. "I don't want any of them to die, but I can't help but think that if I didn't go to see if my mother was all right, then Misty would be fine now." He looked at Duplica, "Do you think I'm being selfish? Only wishing that my best friend is ok, even if my mother's life was at stake." He looked into the hall again. "I don't know what to do." He said helplessly. Duplica walked over and sat down beside him. Putting an arm round him for the comfort she knew he needed.
"I don't think anyone is thinking straight just now. I know you love your mother, as she is the only family you have left. But, I know you love Misty with equal strength. It was a hard choice, but I think you made the right one." She said the last part carefully and slowly, as not to hurt Ash's feelings. Ash looked at her, confused,
"But how could I have made the right choice if Misty might die? I don't know how I'll get over it. God, I don't know if I'll even be able to live with the guilt." He fell into Duplica's arms and cried once more.
'This must be tearing him apart inside!' Duplica thought to herself, as she tried to calm him down. She could feel his body vibrating from the sobs that he let escape from his very soul. "Come on Ash. What did I tell you earlier? You have to hold on. She's not gone yet." Ash lifted his head up at the last statement.
"What do you mean yet? She can't go! I won't let her!" He stood up hastily, and ran out of the room and soon out of the house.
"Wait, Ash! Please come back!" Duplica yelled as she ran to the front door after Ash, but by the time she got there he was gone. "Where is he?" she thought out loud. She ran back into the house. She had to tell Brock.
Ash ran through his back garden; he easily jumped the small wall that surrounded it, cutting it off from the neighbouring house. He ran through that garden as well. Soon he came to the end of the gardens and the start of the forest. He slowed a little, his legs growing weary from the exercise, but his heart still raged on. He couldn't believe what was happening. He didn't know why it was happening, but he was determined to find out.
He walked now, slowly into the forest. As he took his first step into the darkness of the trees he heard someone behind him. He froze. Whoever it was they were gaining on him. Fast.
Misty slowly walked through the empty space. Her footsteps echoing with every contact made with the ground. It was so quiet; she couldn't even here her own breathing. Then her heart began to beat faster. It pounded in her chest, and she knew something was wrong. An incredible pain suddenly erupted in her chest and mid section, as she realised she wasn't breathing. She clutched her stomach and opened her mouth. She tried desperately to get air in. But to all attempts no success was made.
She fell to the ground, still gasping. She realised if she didn't get air soon she would die. Knowing this she was determined to breathe. She pictured her lungs increasing in size as they were filled with air, and then a few seconds later decreasing as the waste air was given out; and so the cycle would repeat.
She willed herself to breathe, and soon she felt the relief of the sweet air being forced into her lungs. She closed her eyes, and to her surprise everything suddenly started to make a noise. She could hear people talking, the noise of the wind, and the small voice of her Pokémon. Everything was coming back to her. 'Thank God,' she thought, 'Thank God.'
The doctor stood over Misty's cold body, as she suddenly took in a deep breath. Her heart started beating faster, and she sat up.
"What? What is happening? Where am I? Ash? Brock? Duplica? Where are you guys?" Misty was talking nonsense; just saying whatever came into her mind. The doctor tried to calm her down, but he couldn't tell her where the others were, so it was no use.
"Please child. You must rest. Your friends will be here in a minute." He pushed down on her shoulders, but she refused to stay down.
"I want my friends now!" she screamed at the doctor. He stopped immediately.
"I'll go and see if they're in the other room. Now, you have to promise me you will rest, ok?" he looked her straight in the eyes. And she, unwillingly, obliged. The doctor got up and left the room. The second he was gone, Misty got up. She walked over to the window and quietly undone the lock. She reached over to the footstool where her trainers lay, and retrieved her jacket from the door. Her slim figure slid quietly out of the window, and shivered in the rain, which was silently starting to fall. She ignored the coldness and pulled her jacket tighter around her. She did up the zipper until it was fastened up to her neck and then quickly shut the window.
"If my friends won't come to me, i'll go to them." She said quietly as she walked of, stumbling slightly as she went. But she was determined to find Ash, Brock and Duplica, even if it took her all night.
Duplica and Brock ran as fast and quietly as they could through the small streets of Pallet town. They had no idea where Ash was, but they had to find him. They also knew he was upset, and grief can make nice people do horrible things. Duplica shivered at the thought of Ash ever doing any harm to anyone. Brock looked over towards her. Ten minutes ago, she had come rushing into the house screaming at Brock about Ash running off. He had been standing with the doctor and watching over Misty, as her pulse dropped. He desperately wished that she would be ok. But, if he thought too much about he knew he would be distracted and then they would never find Ash, at least before it was too late. Brock quickened his pace, and urged Duplica to hurry as well.
"Do you have any idea where he could be heading?" Brock shouted as they ran.
"No," Duplica replied, shaking her head. The motion made her feel sick. "I don't really know Pallet town that well. I've only ever been here once before, and that was to come looking for you three. Someone gave me directions to Ash's house, and that's the only house I know in the whole of Pallet." She rounded a corner, and motioned for Brock to do the same. Once round, she was too late on seeing the dark figure of another person and she went flying right into them. The force of her speed sent them flying back into the newly forming mud. Brock came running over to help them.
"Hey watch where you're going, losers!" Gary's voice came clear and sharp out of the darkness. He tried to get up but Duplica, who was still a bit confused by the collision, was lying on the bottom half of his legs. He tried to pull his legs from under her, but she was struggling to get up so it was useless. He kicked out with his feet and shoved her off into the mud again.
"Hey!" she yelled before she got a mouth full of mud and water. She coughed and spat out the mud. Brock helped her up and offered her a handkerchief. She took it, gratefully, and started to clear some of the stuff off of her face. "What'd you do that for!?!" she yelled at Gary once he had stood up.
"Me, you're the one who shoved me!" he started to walk off in the opposite direction. Brock took Duplica's elbow and tried to pull her away.
"Come on," he said "let him win this one." Brock told her. But she shook away his hand. Duplica wasn't about to drop the subject.
"That was an accident!" she screamed at him, but then a smile came over her face. "But you wouldn't know about accidents. After all you are the mighty Gary Oak, who never does anything wrong." She tutted and walked over to Brock. "No wonder you have no friends. Everyone around you is no match compared to you. Their all recognisable for humans!!" she called out the last word, and Gary and Brock both cringed. "Come on Brock," Duplica said after a couple of minute's silence, "let's go find Ash." She led him in the other direction from Gary, leaving him alone to think about her words. The rain got heavier all of a sudden and a thunderstorm began. The thunder rumbled and the lightning crashed. Duplica began to think that the night couldn't get any worse.
Ash slipped behind a tree. He knew whoever was following him had stopped for a brief moment after they had stood on something. He waited for them to come out and show themselves…or themselves….
"Damn twigs!!" a female voice sounded through the night air. He heard footsteps and knew they were coming in his direction. A dark figure walked slightly to the right of him and he launched himself at it. He knocked whoever it was off of their feet, and they tumbled down a slight hill that led to a small ditch. This time of year it would be filled with leaves, but now there would be a very small muddy puddle forming in the bottom of it. There was a slight splash and somebody grumbled something. Ash looked over at them and they looked back at him. He recognised her face. And suddenly regretted what he'd done. 'Now I'm going to get it!' he thought to himself.
"Ash Ketchum, what the hell are you doing?!!" the female voice rang out as she pulled herself out of the ditch. Ash immediately went to help her.
"S…sorry Crystal. I guess I was just a bit on edge." He said, as he tried not to laugh at her. But it was a funny sight. Crystal Ember stood brushing pieces of leaf and bark off of her wet jacket; her midnight blue eyes burned with anger and her auburn hair was a mess. Even though it was only shoulder length, it could still be messed up pretty bad! Ash looked her up and down. She still wore her familiar beaten up trainers, but instead of wearing her blue denim shorts she now wore blue denim pedal pushers. Her Pokéballs were strapped to her waist. However, Ash noticed that she was only carrying four. The first contained her ever faithful pokémon, Vulpix, the second held her very first pokémon (from Prof. Oak) Wartortle, whilst the third and fourth pokéballs held the strong Pidgeot, and the incredibly sweet Pichu!
But even though she only had the four Pokéballs on her waist, Ash knew she probably carried the rest in her rugged brown shoulder pack.
"Sorry doesn't cut it with me, Ketchum!" she snapped back at him, but then she lunged forward and hugged him. "God, I haven't seen you in ages." She said in a happier tone of voice. She pulled back and looked at him properly for the first time. "How've ya been? What'cha been up to?" she asked eagerly.
"Nothing much," he replied, not sharing her enthusiasm. She looked around.
"So, where's Misty?" she asked. Ash took in a deep breath.
"Back at my house." He answered plainly. 'Well you're not lying.' His mind said to him. 'You're telling her half of the truth.' He didn't think he could talk about Misty just now.
"Well let's go see her!" Crystal said in her same happy voice. Ash's heart skipped a beat.
"Um, well, uh. You go and see her just now. I'm just, uh, running an, uh, errand, yeh and errand for my, mother, yeh that's it, I'm running an errand for my mother. I'll be back shortly." He stuttered Crystal didn't take in one word of what he had said. She knew better than to trust him when he stuttered like that.
"Yeh right, Ketchum. Come on!" she said as she took a hold of his jacket sleeve and pulled him out of the forest. He knew he was going to regret going back to the house. But, he couldn't tell Crystal what had happened, could he?
Misty trudged through the ankle deep mud. Her feet were freezing and her hair was soaked. She was constantly moving her hair out of her eyes, as the wind grew stronger. She shivered and tried to pull the jacket closer around her. It was starting to get lighter, Misty guessed it was about eight o' clock now. She had been walking for quite a while, and now she was growing hungry. Up in front of her she saw an apple tree. She knew she shouldn't really take one of the apples, but she was so hungry. She started to run and when she reached the tree she jumped up and grabbed a couple of the small apples. She kept on running until she got round the corner, once there she found somewhere to sit and she took a bite out of one of the apples. Sweet juice flowed into her mouth as she swallowed the piece of fruit. She slipped the other apple into her backpack and started to walk again.
She saw what she was looking for up ahead, a small opening in the trees. When she had been here with Ash and Brock the first time they returned to Pallet, Ash had took them there. It had been his special spot for years; he had to be there. She picked up her pace slightly as she neared the entrance.
"Ash?" she called out, no more than a whisper. "Ash, are you in here?" she approached and pushed away an overgrown piece of bush. She walked cautiously into the small area. Everyone who walked by would have regarded it as useless, but Misty knew that the small space led to somewhere else. She turned to check that no one was following her and then she went to the back of the area. She looked for the small handhold and once she found it she tugged at a small vine. The vine let loose and another small opening was visible. She crawled through and put everything back in place. She went down the small tunnel and came out into a large green area.
It was kept dry thanks to the large amount of trees and the sheets of plastic and other materials that the trio had put up. There was a small stream running through and some trees with berries and fruits on them. She was amazed at the beauty of this place; even though it was horrible weather when she was here it was like she was in a greenhouse or something. She went and sat down in front of the stream and took off her jacket.
She opened her backpack and took out the other apple. She ate it quickly and then went to look around for Ash. There were several cubbyholes and hiding places, but Ash had one he always picked, so she went to check that one first.
She jumped over the small stream and walked over to the right. She went behind a tree and doubled back and came to a darkened area. She went into it and reached for a packet of matches, she found them and lit one. Off of that she lit a small lamp. She looked around, no Ash.
She walked back out and looked over the stream to where her backpack had been sitting. It was gone. She desperately looked around her to look for footprints. No one had followed her, had they?
It had to be Ash playing a trick on her. But no one had been in here when she came in. he must have got in when she was looking for him. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw someone holding her backpack.
"Hey, Ash!" she called as she walked closer. "Don't do that to me…" she stopped. 'That isn't Ash!' her mind warned her. "Wh…who…are you?" she asked trying her best not to sound scared. The figure walked, 'no it isn't walking', her mind said as she realised that the figure was floating a couple of inches off of the ground. Misty backed up a couple of steps. "Get away from me!" she screamed at the shadowed figure. Then it came into the light and Misty saw their face. "You!" she said. And then she saw blackness again as something wrapped itself around her. She tried to scream but the invisible force wrapped around her mouth.
She fell to the ground covered in…whatever it was she was covered in. she couldn't tell right now. But the only place that wasn't hidden by the substance was her nose.
"Sleep now child." As the mysterious voice rang out it seemed to hypnotise her. "Everything shall be explained soon." Misty felt herself drifting off into a deep sleep. No matter how much she fought it, she could not stay awake.
2 B cont'd.
well that was part two as when i was writing it, the story kinda kept going, so i had to cut it off somewhere. so i thought that was a good place to leave it.
tell me what you thought and i'll try and finish the rest of it as soon as possible.
thanks for reading, and i apologise once again for the whole Ash killing Misty and himself thing. please forgive me.
Cerasi
please read and review. hope you enjoy:
Misty's Dream
Part 2
Ash opened his eyes, the light was back, and he could hear people talking. He saw his mother lying on the floor a couple of feet away from him. He slowly got up and crawled over to her on his hands and knees. He checked for a pulse and found one; she was going to be fine.
He got up and sat with his back to the wall. He lowered his head and rested it on his knees. After a couple of minutes he realised he had left Misty, Brock and Duplica downstairs. He felt a small hand tug on his trouser leg. He lifted his head and saw Pikachu crouched beside him. Pikachu looked at him as he lifted his head, and then he leaped into his friend's arms. Ash caught him and Pikachu nuzzled into his masters front.
"Hey Pikachu. What's wrong?" Ash said as he stroked Pikachu's head.
"Pi Pikachu. Pi pi Pikachu. Pikapi ka chu ka." Pikachu said as tears formed in his eyes. Ash looked at Pikachu.
"It's ok. I'm alright, see." Ash stood up. "If I wasn't alright would I be able to do this?" he asked before he put Pikachu down and done a handstand and walked across the room with his feet in the air. He got to the wall on the opposite side of the room and swung his legs down, so he was standing straight again. Pikachu ran over to him and grabbed his leg. He climbed up Ash's body and sat on his shoulder.
"Pika!" he said happily. Ash looked around. He took a cover from the bed and put it over his mothers sleeping form. Then he turned towards the window. He opened the curtains and looked out.
There were some people on the street wondering why they were there in the middle of the night. Ash laughed almost silently to himself. He closed the curtains and headed towards the door.
"Well, lets go and check on th …" he was cut off abruptly at the shouts from downstairs.
"Misty! God Misty, please! Please wake up!"" Ash heard Duplica calling out. He rushed to the top of the stairs and looked down. He felt like his breath had been stolen from him. Misty lay in an awkward position in the hallway. One of her hands clutching her head, as if she were in pain; but she did not move. The other arm was lying limp at the side of her. Her legs were almost bent in the completely opposite position from the rest of her body. Ash could see her face. It looked pale, drawn. He felt like he was going to be sick, he clutched his stomach and tried to move. A strange paralysis came over his legs. Although he willed them to move it was like his legs were not part of his body anymore. Pikachu looked at him as if to ask him what was wrong. He looked around for the enemy that was stopping his master from going down to see what was wrong with Misty. Pikachu knew well that Ash liked her. He had known it from the day he had seen them together. And whenever one of them was feeling down, or were injured, the other would come running. But Ash didn't move, and Pikachu knew something was wrong.
"Pika, Pikachu." Pikachu urged him on. Ash just looked at the fallen form of Misty, tears starting to well up in his eyes. He looked down at the ground as one lone tear escaped. He knew more would follow. Duplica looked up at him,
"Ash! Ash, please help me! I can't wake her up!" when Duplica saw he wasn't moving she tried again. "Ash, please!" she said. "I know it's an awful site, but you don't want her to get worse, do you?" she looked down to Misty and then back up to Ash, tears present in her eyes. "If you don't help me, I don't think I can do anything. Please?" she looked back down at Misty, her shoulders heaving with the sobs she let out. In a couple of seconds she felt someone's hand on her shoulder. She turned to see Ash standing over her.
"What can I do?" he asked with a small smile on his face. But when he turned to look at Misty, the smile disappeared and his face was once again serious.
"Thank you." Duplica said. And then she too turned her attention to Misty's limp, lifeless body.
It took them a couple of minutes but they got Misty to the couch. They had to carry her and try not to hurt her even more. Suddenly Brock came running into the room.
"Ash, you're ok?" He asked as he walked over to them. Then he saw Misty. "Oh my God." He said as his hand flew involuntarily to cover his mouth. "What happened to her?" Ash turned to look at him.
"She's not breathing Brock, please help. She can't die. It's just not fair!" he shouted out. "It's not fair!" he broke down into tears, and Duplica tried to comfort him. Brock walked over to the couch where Misty lay, he felt her wrist and after a couple of seconds he shouted out.
"She still has a pulse!" he called; Ash came running over to him. And tried to wipe the tears from his face.
"Let me," he said as he moved Brock's hand out of the way. Sweet relief coursed through him when he felt the soft beat in her wrist. He leant over her until his head was inches away from her ear. He whispered softly. "Misty, please. If you can hear me please wake up. I…I need you here with me." Tears started to roll down his face as he realised that if she didn't wake up this would be the last words he would ever say to her, and she might not even be able to hear him. He dashed them away with the back of his left hand, while the other hand ran through her hair. He let his head rest on hers, and then he just mumbled anything that came into his brain. He kept repeating over and over how much he loved her.
Brock came over a couple of seconds later to find Ash weeping.
"Ash," he said quietly to his friend. "Ash, the doctor is here. Let him do his work." Brock pulled the weeping Ash away. He had to pry Ash's hand from Misty's as he was determined not to let go. But when he got him out of the room he seemed a little bit better. Brock sat him down with Duplica and then left to see if the doctor needed any help.
"Ash?" Duplica said quietly after a couple of minutes of sitting in silence. Ash didn't lift his head. Nor did he speak, so she continued. "Ash. If Misty is gone she wouldn't want you to spend the rest of your life in misery. She wouldn't want you to remember this day, but to remember all the happier moments of her life. You know what I mean?" she put a hand to Ash's chin and forced him to look in her eyes. The tears were still present in his eyes. And Duplica suddenly realised how young he looked; he was still a child. He was only fifteen years old, if she felt bad about her friend, how did he feel?
"I know," he sighed after a while, "I just can't help but feel useless." He stood up and threw his arms to his sides. "I mean, I could have stayed with her, but instead I ran to a scream that didn't even come from my mother." He buried his face in his hands.
"The screaming wasn't your mother?" Duplica asked confused. This whole thing was too confusing.
"No, she was fine. It wasn't until after the lights went back on until she fell. And now she's just lying asleep on the floor," he turned his look to the closed door across the hallway, where Misty lay, "while Misty is lying through there hardly alive." He seemed to crumble as he slowly slid down the wall to the floor. "I don't want any of them to die, but I can't help but think that if I didn't go to see if my mother was all right, then Misty would be fine now." He looked at Duplica, "Do you think I'm being selfish? Only wishing that my best friend is ok, even if my mother's life was at stake." He looked into the hall again. "I don't know what to do." He said helplessly. Duplica walked over and sat down beside him. Putting an arm round him for the comfort she knew he needed.
"I don't think anyone is thinking straight just now. I know you love your mother, as she is the only family you have left. But, I know you love Misty with equal strength. It was a hard choice, but I think you made the right one." She said the last part carefully and slowly, as not to hurt Ash's feelings. Ash looked at her, confused,
"But how could I have made the right choice if Misty might die? I don't know how I'll get over it. God, I don't know if I'll even be able to live with the guilt." He fell into Duplica's arms and cried once more.
'This must be tearing him apart inside!' Duplica thought to herself, as she tried to calm him down. She could feel his body vibrating from the sobs that he let escape from his very soul. "Come on Ash. What did I tell you earlier? You have to hold on. She's not gone yet." Ash lifted his head up at the last statement.
"What do you mean yet? She can't go! I won't let her!" He stood up hastily, and ran out of the room and soon out of the house.
"Wait, Ash! Please come back!" Duplica yelled as she ran to the front door after Ash, but by the time she got there he was gone. "Where is he?" she thought out loud. She ran back into the house. She had to tell Brock.
Ash ran through his back garden; he easily jumped the small wall that surrounded it, cutting it off from the neighbouring house. He ran through that garden as well. Soon he came to the end of the gardens and the start of the forest. He slowed a little, his legs growing weary from the exercise, but his heart still raged on. He couldn't believe what was happening. He didn't know why it was happening, but he was determined to find out.
He walked now, slowly into the forest. As he took his first step into the darkness of the trees he heard someone behind him. He froze. Whoever it was they were gaining on him. Fast.
Misty slowly walked through the empty space. Her footsteps echoing with every contact made with the ground. It was so quiet; she couldn't even here her own breathing. Then her heart began to beat faster. It pounded in her chest, and she knew something was wrong. An incredible pain suddenly erupted in her chest and mid section, as she realised she wasn't breathing. She clutched her stomach and opened her mouth. She tried desperately to get air in. But to all attempts no success was made.
She fell to the ground, still gasping. She realised if she didn't get air soon she would die. Knowing this she was determined to breathe. She pictured her lungs increasing in size as they were filled with air, and then a few seconds later decreasing as the waste air was given out; and so the cycle would repeat.
She willed herself to breathe, and soon she felt the relief of the sweet air being forced into her lungs. She closed her eyes, and to her surprise everything suddenly started to make a noise. She could hear people talking, the noise of the wind, and the small voice of her Pokémon. Everything was coming back to her. 'Thank God,' she thought, 'Thank God.'
The doctor stood over Misty's cold body, as she suddenly took in a deep breath. Her heart started beating faster, and she sat up.
"What? What is happening? Where am I? Ash? Brock? Duplica? Where are you guys?" Misty was talking nonsense; just saying whatever came into her mind. The doctor tried to calm her down, but he couldn't tell her where the others were, so it was no use.
"Please child. You must rest. Your friends will be here in a minute." He pushed down on her shoulders, but she refused to stay down.
"I want my friends now!" she screamed at the doctor. He stopped immediately.
"I'll go and see if they're in the other room. Now, you have to promise me you will rest, ok?" he looked her straight in the eyes. And she, unwillingly, obliged. The doctor got up and left the room. The second he was gone, Misty got up. She walked over to the window and quietly undone the lock. She reached over to the footstool where her trainers lay, and retrieved her jacket from the door. Her slim figure slid quietly out of the window, and shivered in the rain, which was silently starting to fall. She ignored the coldness and pulled her jacket tighter around her. She did up the zipper until it was fastened up to her neck and then quickly shut the window.
"If my friends won't come to me, i'll go to them." She said quietly as she walked of, stumbling slightly as she went. But she was determined to find Ash, Brock and Duplica, even if it took her all night.
Duplica and Brock ran as fast and quietly as they could through the small streets of Pallet town. They had no idea where Ash was, but they had to find him. They also knew he was upset, and grief can make nice people do horrible things. Duplica shivered at the thought of Ash ever doing any harm to anyone. Brock looked over towards her. Ten minutes ago, she had come rushing into the house screaming at Brock about Ash running off. He had been standing with the doctor and watching over Misty, as her pulse dropped. He desperately wished that she would be ok. But, if he thought too much about he knew he would be distracted and then they would never find Ash, at least before it was too late. Brock quickened his pace, and urged Duplica to hurry as well.
"Do you have any idea where he could be heading?" Brock shouted as they ran.
"No," Duplica replied, shaking her head. The motion made her feel sick. "I don't really know Pallet town that well. I've only ever been here once before, and that was to come looking for you three. Someone gave me directions to Ash's house, and that's the only house I know in the whole of Pallet." She rounded a corner, and motioned for Brock to do the same. Once round, she was too late on seeing the dark figure of another person and she went flying right into them. The force of her speed sent them flying back into the newly forming mud. Brock came running over to help them.
"Hey watch where you're going, losers!" Gary's voice came clear and sharp out of the darkness. He tried to get up but Duplica, who was still a bit confused by the collision, was lying on the bottom half of his legs. He tried to pull his legs from under her, but she was struggling to get up so it was useless. He kicked out with his feet and shoved her off into the mud again.
"Hey!" she yelled before she got a mouth full of mud and water. She coughed and spat out the mud. Brock helped her up and offered her a handkerchief. She took it, gratefully, and started to clear some of the stuff off of her face. "What'd you do that for!?!" she yelled at Gary once he had stood up.
"Me, you're the one who shoved me!" he started to walk off in the opposite direction. Brock took Duplica's elbow and tried to pull her away.
"Come on," he said "let him win this one." Brock told her. But she shook away his hand. Duplica wasn't about to drop the subject.
"That was an accident!" she screamed at him, but then a smile came over her face. "But you wouldn't know about accidents. After all you are the mighty Gary Oak, who never does anything wrong." She tutted and walked over to Brock. "No wonder you have no friends. Everyone around you is no match compared to you. Their all recognisable for humans!!" she called out the last word, and Gary and Brock both cringed. "Come on Brock," Duplica said after a couple of minute's silence, "let's go find Ash." She led him in the other direction from Gary, leaving him alone to think about her words. The rain got heavier all of a sudden and a thunderstorm began. The thunder rumbled and the lightning crashed. Duplica began to think that the night couldn't get any worse.
Ash slipped behind a tree. He knew whoever was following him had stopped for a brief moment after they had stood on something. He waited for them to come out and show themselves…or themselves….
"Damn twigs!!" a female voice sounded through the night air. He heard footsteps and knew they were coming in his direction. A dark figure walked slightly to the right of him and he launched himself at it. He knocked whoever it was off of their feet, and they tumbled down a slight hill that led to a small ditch. This time of year it would be filled with leaves, but now there would be a very small muddy puddle forming in the bottom of it. There was a slight splash and somebody grumbled something. Ash looked over at them and they looked back at him. He recognised her face. And suddenly regretted what he'd done. 'Now I'm going to get it!' he thought to himself.
"Ash Ketchum, what the hell are you doing?!!" the female voice rang out as she pulled herself out of the ditch. Ash immediately went to help her.
"S…sorry Crystal. I guess I was just a bit on edge." He said, as he tried not to laugh at her. But it was a funny sight. Crystal Ember stood brushing pieces of leaf and bark off of her wet jacket; her midnight blue eyes burned with anger and her auburn hair was a mess. Even though it was only shoulder length, it could still be messed up pretty bad! Ash looked her up and down. She still wore her familiar beaten up trainers, but instead of wearing her blue denim shorts she now wore blue denim pedal pushers. Her Pokéballs were strapped to her waist. However, Ash noticed that she was only carrying four. The first contained her ever faithful pokémon, Vulpix, the second held her very first pokémon (from Prof. Oak) Wartortle, whilst the third and fourth pokéballs held the strong Pidgeot, and the incredibly sweet Pichu!
But even though she only had the four Pokéballs on her waist, Ash knew she probably carried the rest in her rugged brown shoulder pack.
"Sorry doesn't cut it with me, Ketchum!" she snapped back at him, but then she lunged forward and hugged him. "God, I haven't seen you in ages." She said in a happier tone of voice. She pulled back and looked at him properly for the first time. "How've ya been? What'cha been up to?" she asked eagerly.
"Nothing much," he replied, not sharing her enthusiasm. She looked around.
"So, where's Misty?" she asked. Ash took in a deep breath.
"Back at my house." He answered plainly. 'Well you're not lying.' His mind said to him. 'You're telling her half of the truth.' He didn't think he could talk about Misty just now.
"Well let's go see her!" Crystal said in her same happy voice. Ash's heart skipped a beat.
"Um, well, uh. You go and see her just now. I'm just, uh, running an, uh, errand, yeh and errand for my, mother, yeh that's it, I'm running an errand for my mother. I'll be back shortly." He stuttered Crystal didn't take in one word of what he had said. She knew better than to trust him when he stuttered like that.
"Yeh right, Ketchum. Come on!" she said as she took a hold of his jacket sleeve and pulled him out of the forest. He knew he was going to regret going back to the house. But, he couldn't tell Crystal what had happened, could he?
Misty trudged through the ankle deep mud. Her feet were freezing and her hair was soaked. She was constantly moving her hair out of her eyes, as the wind grew stronger. She shivered and tried to pull the jacket closer around her. It was starting to get lighter, Misty guessed it was about eight o' clock now. She had been walking for quite a while, and now she was growing hungry. Up in front of her she saw an apple tree. She knew she shouldn't really take one of the apples, but she was so hungry. She started to run and when she reached the tree she jumped up and grabbed a couple of the small apples. She kept on running until she got round the corner, once there she found somewhere to sit and she took a bite out of one of the apples. Sweet juice flowed into her mouth as she swallowed the piece of fruit. She slipped the other apple into her backpack and started to walk again.
She saw what she was looking for up ahead, a small opening in the trees. When she had been here with Ash and Brock the first time they returned to Pallet, Ash had took them there. It had been his special spot for years; he had to be there. She picked up her pace slightly as she neared the entrance.
"Ash?" she called out, no more than a whisper. "Ash, are you in here?" she approached and pushed away an overgrown piece of bush. She walked cautiously into the small area. Everyone who walked by would have regarded it as useless, but Misty knew that the small space led to somewhere else. She turned to check that no one was following her and then she went to the back of the area. She looked for the small handhold and once she found it she tugged at a small vine. The vine let loose and another small opening was visible. She crawled through and put everything back in place. She went down the small tunnel and came out into a large green area.
It was kept dry thanks to the large amount of trees and the sheets of plastic and other materials that the trio had put up. There was a small stream running through and some trees with berries and fruits on them. She was amazed at the beauty of this place; even though it was horrible weather when she was here it was like she was in a greenhouse or something. She went and sat down in front of the stream and took off her jacket.
She opened her backpack and took out the other apple. She ate it quickly and then went to look around for Ash. There were several cubbyholes and hiding places, but Ash had one he always picked, so she went to check that one first.
She jumped over the small stream and walked over to the right. She went behind a tree and doubled back and came to a darkened area. She went into it and reached for a packet of matches, she found them and lit one. Off of that she lit a small lamp. She looked around, no Ash.
She walked back out and looked over the stream to where her backpack had been sitting. It was gone. She desperately looked around her to look for footprints. No one had followed her, had they?
It had to be Ash playing a trick on her. But no one had been in here when she came in. he must have got in when she was looking for him. She let out a sigh of relief when she saw someone holding her backpack.
"Hey, Ash!" she called as she walked closer. "Don't do that to me…" she stopped. 'That isn't Ash!' her mind warned her. "Wh…who…are you?" she asked trying her best not to sound scared. The figure walked, 'no it isn't walking', her mind said as she realised that the figure was floating a couple of inches off of the ground. Misty backed up a couple of steps. "Get away from me!" she screamed at the shadowed figure. Then it came into the light and Misty saw their face. "You!" she said. And then she saw blackness again as something wrapped itself around her. She tried to scream but the invisible force wrapped around her mouth.
She fell to the ground covered in…whatever it was she was covered in. she couldn't tell right now. But the only place that wasn't hidden by the substance was her nose.
"Sleep now child." As the mysterious voice rang out it seemed to hypnotise her. "Everything shall be explained soon." Misty felt herself drifting off into a deep sleep. No matter how much she fought it, she could not stay awake.
2 B cont'd.
well that was part two as when i was writing it, the story kinda kept going, so i had to cut it off somewhere. so i thought that was a good place to leave it.
tell me what you thought and i'll try and finish the rest of it as soon as possible.
thanks for reading, and i apologise once again for the whole Ash killing Misty and himself thing. please forgive me.
Cerasi