THE MYSTERY OF BABA YEGA-EPILOGUE
By Red Star
NOTE: I do not own Pokemon and thanks once again to Dragoness for making this possible. [Before hammer-and-sickle flags, in Soviet Marshal's uniform, he bows humbly.]
"A toast!" declared Dane I before the gathered guests in Professor Oak's home.
"To the memory of Professor Golev, the unfortunate pawn in this deadly game. I hereby decree the establishment of the Golev Medal of Pokemon Research!" The guests gulped down their drinks and attendants moved forward to fill them again as the Emperor of All the Russias continued with his speech before Ash (In his human form), Misty, Brock, Richie, Billie, Mr. And Mrs. Ketchum, May and Gary Oak, and finally Professor Oak.
"I hope that your experience has not negatively affected your view of our great country, Ash Ketchum; Russia is not the eternally conspiring nation that some may think. All of Russia had you in their thoughts and prayers, as evidenced by this!" He gestured toward the doors as they opened to reveal a rolling table being pushed in by two of the Emperor's footmen. The table was laden with cakes and fruit baskets. The Emperor plucked an envelope off of the table while producing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses out of his business jacket and slipping them onto his face. He opened the envelope, drew out the letter, and began reading.
"To Ash Ketchum, Champion of the Indigo Pokemon League,
We, the members of the 'Ketchum Faction' within the Imperial League of the Russian Empire wish to pay tribute to our hero. We regret the unfortunate circumstances under which you came to our country and hope you will visit under better conditions. Please accept these gifts as an apology from the peoples of the Russian Empire."
Ash's eyes widened. "The 'Ketchum Faction'?"
Dane shrugged as he plucked a banana from one of the baskets. "To tell the truth, the Russians have never really been crazy about that Lance guy you fought. When they heard you beat him, some formed a following in the League." Ash's face fell a little as he mumbled, "Well, about that…" The Emperor held up a hand and smiled, "Come on now, no regrets tonight! We celebrate!" At that moment, General Nikolov, who had been on the phone with Moscow, came in and sided up to the Emperor. Dane gave a sinister smile as he took a sip from his glass. "Something wrong, sir?" asked Misty, who was trying to wipe Togepi off after an incident with the jell-o. The Emperor turned…
North of Krasnoyarsk in Siberia, the guards of Gulag 23 watched grimly as their charges carried freshly executed bodies away. Long pine boxes, built at the expense of the deceased's family, were filled with the corpses and nailed shut before being lifted onto a truck and driven away. One prisoner nervously approached one of the guards.
"Sir?" The MGB officer turned away from a conversation about the Dynamo sports team with one of his comrades and snarled, "What is it, turd?" The inmate gulped and said, "There is still one coffin left, sir. What should be done with it?" The officer gave an exasperated sigh and answered gruffly, "Leave it. She's not going anywhere." This drew a sinister chuckle from the other guard and they went back to their debate over Dynamo's chances against the Volgograd Typhoons. The prisoner shuffled back to the coffin and looked down at it. "I admired you when I was a child," he whispered, "What went wrong? What happened, Ms. Polosev?"…
"A…problem has been dealt with," said the Emperor. Misty nodded and finished wiping off the red gelatin on her egg-pokemon. Meanwhile, Ash had dove into the feast of gifts, filling himself as full as a bathtub with John Goodman in it.
Ash stumbled upstairs and sat on a chair in his room. He looked out the window at the moon and remembered a dream he once had, when he was staying with Mewtwo.
"Papa! Papa! Over here!" A little girl with black hair ran over to a small patch of light blue flowers. Ash turned his head to watch the girl's father emerge from the wood.
The man had long black hair and wore a black medieval
outfit with a long flowing black cloak. He smiled down at the girl and kneeled
beside her. "Papa, what are they? They're so pretty!" The man plucked one from
the ground and said, "I am not sure if they even have a name, Lydia. So I shall
call them 'Lydia's Bloom'." The girl's eyes widened.
"Really, Papa?" "Yes, and this shall be your own little
garden if you wish," "Oh, Papa! Thank you!" The man smiled as the girl wrapped
her arms around him.
Ash? Ash whirled his chair to see Nekiro hovering behind him. "Oh, hi,"
Nekiro cocked his head questioningly. Ash? How long have you been human?
Ash stopped and blinked. "Well, I changed at 7:34, so…" He looked at the clock. It was nine. "NINE?!?" Nekiro floated closer to him. There's something different about you, Ash… Ash reverted back to his mew shape. Ash! cried Nekiro, his eyes opening wide. What is it? Nekiro flew closer and looked him up and down, wide-eyed.
Your…fur! My fur? What's wrong…? Ash looked down at himself. His fur was no longer the light pink it had been since he evolved. Now, it was the purest white; the color of fresh snow. Ash looked back up at Nekiro. Ash, when did this…happen? Ash shook his head. I don't know. I have no idea…
The next day…
Jessie, James, and Meowth looked around confusingly at Team Rocket's headquarters. The building was almost completely deserted. There was the occasional member exiting from a door, but they were all lugging around cardboard boxes full of personal items. The trio stopped before the Boss's door, gulped nervously and knocked. "Come in." called Giovanni's voice. Jessie, James, and Meowth stuck their heads in…and nearly fell over in shock. Giovanni's red suit, a suit he had kept to like a general to his uniform, was gone. In it's place, he wore a white buttoned T-shirt and black slacks. "Ah, Jessie, James," he nodded to the feline pokemon next. "Meowth." "Boss, what's going on? Everyone is gone." "Are they? Good. I gave them until one-o-clock to have their things out of here." He loaded his computer monitor into a box and prepared to tape up another one to load his computer itself. "WHAT?" shouted the three Rockets. Giovanni looked up at them.
"I have dissolved Team Rocket. My chopper is waiting, if you have anything here pack them up and load them on." James turned and was about to go and pack up his bottle-cap collection when Jessie grabbed him and pulled him back. "Sir, I don't understand, why have you…?" "Because, Jessie, Ash is giving me a second chance." "The twerp?" asked a confused Meowth, "What's he got to do with this?" Giovanni looked at him boringly. "Ash is my son." "WHHHAAAAAATTTTT?!?!?!" the trio cried. "That's right." He continued with his conversation as he threw some discs into a box with his computer,
"No more Team Rocket. No more motto's. No more uniforms and Pokemon stealing. I have had enough. I am starting a gym in Pallet Town. Good honest work as a gym leader." Jessie was sputtering. "But…but, Boss, what about the police? What if they find out you led Team Rocket?!?" "That will not be a problem," "How?" "You'd be surprised what threats to cancel treaties and a little hacking from State Security agents can do to help your record," grinned the Boss. It was James's turn to sputter now. "But…then what do you need us for?" "Well, a gym leader needs assistants, doesn't he? Now hurry up and pack. We leave in an hour."
In the faraway fortress of the Prince, the Prince looked down at the slab. Since the battle with Ashura, a new part of the slab had appeared. It took a little bit to translate the writing, but he was sure of what he was reading now:
Should the Chosen One survive the first test, He shall smile upon this One, and drive all darkness from this One's body.
But lo, as foretold there shall be a second test.
Darkness shall attempt to seize control over the Chosen One's Destiny. But
there shall be another of his kind; Chosen by He who rules the skies. Together,
they shall vanquish this evil one, and the Chosen One shall become the Father
of a New Destiny.
The Prince ran his sharp nailed fingers over the slab and smiled. "Checkmate," he snickered to himself as he turned around to greet the rapidly appearing Baba Yega.
"It was a good game, Prince," she said, gripping the top of
her wooden cane and smiling in a kind of relieved manner, "He was such a nice
child. I am pleased that we struck in time." The Prince smiled and walked over
to her. "Our triumph is concrete now, Little Grandmother. Will you join me in
Round Two?" She shook her head sadly. "Nyet, Prince Tepes. I have had enough daring and
adventure for a while." She looked, dared to look, into the Prince's eyes. "You
will take care of him, won't you? He is such a sweet boy."
He nodded. "I am
sorry to see you go. We worked so well together. Until we meet again, Baba
Yega." He bowed at the hips and kissed the top of her hand. She smiled and
said,
"Until we meet
again, Prince Vlad Dracula…"
Not the end…
For
all the fans of the Siberian war: The sequel, World War III, will appear in the
Tom Clancy category in the book section of fanfiction. Net, soon…