To Know The Unknown - Part 1
Based on the song from "Spell of the Unown"
Author: Chikorita_18
Category: General/AAML (?)
Rating: 'G'
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"Hey, Ash, hurry up!" Misty called excitedly. "Look at this!"
Ash broke off his argument with Brock to jog up beside her. "Whoa..." he said as he took in the scenery. "That's Greenfield!"
"That's what I was thinking. Gee, I wonder how Molly's doing?"
Ash held his head high, proud that he, for once, knew something before his friends. "My mom told me that they found Molly's mother."
Misty nodded. "So now Molly's happy again."
"And the Unown have no reason to leave their underground chamber." Ash said.
Misty nodded, noticing the look of combined anger and fear in Ash's eyes that had been present ever since their encounter with the Unown two years before. He'd never truly recovered from the events of that night, and she could see it in his eyes whenever he was anywhere near his mother. There was something between he and his mother that she didn't think that she would ever understand, not having a mother around herself.
The battle with the Unown had been a long one, that was for sure. Upon arriving in Greenfield the first time, they had been caught up in the excitement when Professor Spencer Hale, a noted Pokémon researcher, had disappeared. No one knew how, and Professor Oak, Ash's friend and mentor, had travelled to Greenfield to help investigate. Delia, Ash's mother, had come along, since she'd known Professor Hale for years and was worried about his young daughter, Molly. But Molly had been trapped in her father's mansion by the Unown, who had the ability to read thoughts and dreams and alter reality with them. They had also created Entei, one of the Legendary Dogs of Johto, which Molly believed to be her father. Many people tried to save her, but Molly had believed that she was happy with her 'father'. But soon, she wanted a mother, and Entei mistakenly believed that Delia was that mother and had kidnapped her. Ash, accompanied by Misty and Brock, had rushed to the tower to save her.
Ash couldn't remember much of the battle that ensued, because he had been acting in rage and things had happened too fast for him to get a grasp on them. He couldn't remember much of any of his big battles, though. Like the time he had been the 'Chosen One' in an old prophecy...and he occasionally saw two Pokémon in his dreams, one small, cat-like, and bouncing on a huge pink bubble, one with these forbidding violet eyes that made Ash cower away...
"Yo, earth to Ash!" Brock called. "We might want to head out there now, don't you think? At least we can get to the Pokémon Center before night falls."
Ash kept his eyes low as he followed his friends to down the road.
"Pikapi!" Pikachu suddenly cried.
Ash snapped his head up and felt the ground tumble out from underneath him. A second later, he crashed painfully to the ground. Misty was lying not too far from him, but instead of grumbling and complaining about who was bound to show up in about two seconds, she lay totally still. "Misty, are you okay?" he called to her.
No response.
"Brock, can you see if Misty's okay?" he asked.
Brock crawled over and shook her. "Ash, I think she's unconscious," he said. "She's not moving at all, but she's breathing."
Harsh female laughter came from the top of the pit. "Well, James, you actually succeeded at this one. We knocked the girl out!"
Jessie and James, Ash's nemeses, appeared at the top of the pit. "Now we can move on to phase two!" James said, calling out his Victreebel. "Victreebel, grab that girl!"
Victreebel's vines lashed out and wrapped around Misty's lifeless form. It hauled her up to Jessie and James.
"Misty!" Ash and Brock cried at the same time. Ash desperately tried to clamber up the side of the pit, only to fall back. "Let her go!" he demanded in a tone that sent chills down Brock's back.
Jessie raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, you're dreaming, twerp," she said cruelly. "If you want her, you'll have to find us." They disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Ash slammed a fist into the dirt wall. "Bulbasaur, Chikorita, help me and Brock out of here!" he called, tossing their PokéBalls. He didn't even wait to call them back before he took off running.
"Ash!" Brock called, running after him. "Ash, wait!"
Ash fought against Brock's grip. "I have to save her!" he cried.
"Don't you think I know that?!" Brock shouted, shaking Ash by the shoulders. "But what good will it do us?! We have no idea where they're going! The least we can do is call the police!"
* * * * * *
Misty groggily opened her eyes. Her body ached, her head pounded, and she had no idea where she was or what day it was. She'd been locked in the back of Team Rocket's van, gagged and blindfolded, so she had absolutely no idea about anything. She only wished that Ash could have been there with her. He always knew how to get out of these predicaments. It one of the few things that endeared him to her. She loved how he always had a plan, even if they never always worked. And Brock..well, he didn't really have much value in situations like these, but she wanted him there, too. Or Tracey. She always felt better after talking to Tracey about anything. He was just the kind of guy that listened and didn't judge. Quiet, kept his opinions to himself, that kind of thing.
"I wonder where Ash is," she said quietly to herself. "I wonder if he's even trying to look for me..."
"Hey, Jess, James, da twerp's girlfriend's awake!"
There was a burst of light - the van door opening, she guessed. Then she heard Jessie's more than evil voice. "Well, well, nice to see you awake, twerp," she said. "I thought you might have dropped dead on us."
James laughed. "I think she will when she finds out that her boyfriend hasn't shown up around here since we took her."
"You're lying!" Misty said, having perfected the task of talking around her gag.
"Nope," Meowth said. "We even gave out hints an' told him where he could find ya, and he never even tried to look for youse! Must have gotten tired of all your bickering. Always on his back 'bout one t'ing or anudda...I know dat I'd be glad ta get rid of youse if youse was my friend."
Misty kept a strong face, but inside, she knew that they were right. Ash was always telling her that if she was ever kidnapped, he would just leave her there. He'd been kidding, of course, but she couldn't help wondering if he would really do that. No more bickering about the bike, about their incredibly different training views, about anything.
Meowth sensed her sadness. "Yeah, dat's right. I can just hear him now. Probably braggin' to dat older twerp dat youse gone for good."
"Well, have a nice sleep!" Jessie said sarcastically.
Misty heard the van door slam. She finally let out the tears that she had been holding in. "Please say it's not true, Ash...please come find me...I don't want to fight anymore..." Then, a horrifying thought came to her. "Maybe we never should have stayed together..."
* * * * * *
Ash walked into the police station, immediately catching the attention of the Greenfield Officer Jenny. She stepped over to him. "I'm sorry, Ash, but we haven't come across anything," she said.
Ash stared at his feet. "Are you sure?" Not the smartest question to ask a police officer, but Ash was distraught.
"Yes, I am," Jenny said, her tone holding no bitterness. "I think you should go back to the Pokémon Center, Ash. There's nothing you can do here."
Ash shook his head. "I can't!" he cried. "If I do, I just think of her and what horrible things could be happening to her at this exact moment! I wonder if there's even anything that I can do! I think of what may happen to her and what I'm supposed to do without her!"
"Ash..."
Ash sighed heavily. "All right," he said dejectedly.
When he got back to the Pokémon Center, he was surprised to see Tracey there. "Trace...why are you here?" he asked, his bewilderment temporarily overcoming his fear and sadness.
Tracey sighed. "Professor Oak told me about what happened to Misty. And it's all over the news. I'm sorry about this, Ash, but they'll find her. I mean, we're talking about Team Rocket here. How long can they hide from the police?"
Ash shook his head and wandered away.
It wasn't until that night that he spoke to Tracey again. They were in their bunks, trying to sleep, but Togepi's occasional wailing kept all of them on edge.
Tracey looked over at Ash, who had his face to the wall. He was curled up in a ball, and Tracey could tell that the boy was crying. "Hey, Ash, you okay?" he whispered.
Ash said nothing.
"Ash, I know you're scared for her, but...maybe if you talked about it, it might help."
"Nothing will help," Ash said miserably. "I let them take her...I didn't try to stop them...she probably thinks that I'll just leave her there...she's probably so scared right now...and I'm not there to tell her that it'll be okay...I'm here. And I need her to be here as much as she probably needs me...."
Tracey bit his lip, reminding himself that breaking down himself wouldn't help Ash at all.
"Maybe we never should have met...maybe I should have just paid her back and we'd all be happy..."
* * * * * *
Miles away, Professor Spencer Hale and his assistant, Skylar, were studying the Unown once again in their underground chamber. Skylar was taking pictures of anything that resembled an Unown. Professor Hale was doing his best to decrypt the heiroglyphs on the wall.
Suddenly, Skylar spotted a hole opening in the wall. "Professor..." he said warily.
Professor Hale turned to see the Unown spiraling in the air. They seemed to be sticking to a pattern, like giant words floating in the air. He noticed one particular pattern that seemed to spell out "Forget The Friendships".
"What is this?" Skylar asked.
Professor Hale was knocked to the ground as the Unown flew off into the darkened sky. "I don't know, Skylar, but...whoever they're after is about to lose a big part of their lives..."
END OF PART ONE
Based on the song from "Spell of the Unown"
Author: Chikorita_18
Category: General/AAML (?)
Rating: 'G'
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"Hey, Ash, hurry up!" Misty called excitedly. "Look at this!"
Ash broke off his argument with Brock to jog up beside her. "Whoa..." he said as he took in the scenery. "That's Greenfield!"
"That's what I was thinking. Gee, I wonder how Molly's doing?"
Ash held his head high, proud that he, for once, knew something before his friends. "My mom told me that they found Molly's mother."
Misty nodded. "So now Molly's happy again."
"And the Unown have no reason to leave their underground chamber." Ash said.
Misty nodded, noticing the look of combined anger and fear in Ash's eyes that had been present ever since their encounter with the Unown two years before. He'd never truly recovered from the events of that night, and she could see it in his eyes whenever he was anywhere near his mother. There was something between he and his mother that she didn't think that she would ever understand, not having a mother around herself.
The battle with the Unown had been a long one, that was for sure. Upon arriving in Greenfield the first time, they had been caught up in the excitement when Professor Spencer Hale, a noted Pokémon researcher, had disappeared. No one knew how, and Professor Oak, Ash's friend and mentor, had travelled to Greenfield to help investigate. Delia, Ash's mother, had come along, since she'd known Professor Hale for years and was worried about his young daughter, Molly. But Molly had been trapped in her father's mansion by the Unown, who had the ability to read thoughts and dreams and alter reality with them. They had also created Entei, one of the Legendary Dogs of Johto, which Molly believed to be her father. Many people tried to save her, but Molly had believed that she was happy with her 'father'. But soon, she wanted a mother, and Entei mistakenly believed that Delia was that mother and had kidnapped her. Ash, accompanied by Misty and Brock, had rushed to the tower to save her.
Ash couldn't remember much of the battle that ensued, because he had been acting in rage and things had happened too fast for him to get a grasp on them. He couldn't remember much of any of his big battles, though. Like the time he had been the 'Chosen One' in an old prophecy...and he occasionally saw two Pokémon in his dreams, one small, cat-like, and bouncing on a huge pink bubble, one with these forbidding violet eyes that made Ash cower away...
"Yo, earth to Ash!" Brock called. "We might want to head out there now, don't you think? At least we can get to the Pokémon Center before night falls."
Ash kept his eyes low as he followed his friends to down the road.
"Pikapi!" Pikachu suddenly cried.
Ash snapped his head up and felt the ground tumble out from underneath him. A second later, he crashed painfully to the ground. Misty was lying not too far from him, but instead of grumbling and complaining about who was bound to show up in about two seconds, she lay totally still. "Misty, are you okay?" he called to her.
No response.
"Brock, can you see if Misty's okay?" he asked.
Brock crawled over and shook her. "Ash, I think she's unconscious," he said. "She's not moving at all, but she's breathing."
Harsh female laughter came from the top of the pit. "Well, James, you actually succeeded at this one. We knocked the girl out!"
Jessie and James, Ash's nemeses, appeared at the top of the pit. "Now we can move on to phase two!" James said, calling out his Victreebel. "Victreebel, grab that girl!"
Victreebel's vines lashed out and wrapped around Misty's lifeless form. It hauled her up to Jessie and James.
"Misty!" Ash and Brock cried at the same time. Ash desperately tried to clamber up the side of the pit, only to fall back. "Let her go!" he demanded in a tone that sent chills down Brock's back.
Jessie raised her eyebrows. "Yeah, you're dreaming, twerp," she said cruelly. "If you want her, you'll have to find us." They disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Ash slammed a fist into the dirt wall. "Bulbasaur, Chikorita, help me and Brock out of here!" he called, tossing their PokéBalls. He didn't even wait to call them back before he took off running.
"Ash!" Brock called, running after him. "Ash, wait!"
Ash fought against Brock's grip. "I have to save her!" he cried.
"Don't you think I know that?!" Brock shouted, shaking Ash by the shoulders. "But what good will it do us?! We have no idea where they're going! The least we can do is call the police!"
* * * * * *
Misty groggily opened her eyes. Her body ached, her head pounded, and she had no idea where she was or what day it was. She'd been locked in the back of Team Rocket's van, gagged and blindfolded, so she had absolutely no idea about anything. She only wished that Ash could have been there with her. He always knew how to get out of these predicaments. It one of the few things that endeared him to her. She loved how he always had a plan, even if they never always worked. And Brock..well, he didn't really have much value in situations like these, but she wanted him there, too. Or Tracey. She always felt better after talking to Tracey about anything. He was just the kind of guy that listened and didn't judge. Quiet, kept his opinions to himself, that kind of thing.
"I wonder where Ash is," she said quietly to herself. "I wonder if he's even trying to look for me..."
"Hey, Jess, James, da twerp's girlfriend's awake!"
There was a burst of light - the van door opening, she guessed. Then she heard Jessie's more than evil voice. "Well, well, nice to see you awake, twerp," she said. "I thought you might have dropped dead on us."
James laughed. "I think she will when she finds out that her boyfriend hasn't shown up around here since we took her."
"You're lying!" Misty said, having perfected the task of talking around her gag.
"Nope," Meowth said. "We even gave out hints an' told him where he could find ya, and he never even tried to look for youse! Must have gotten tired of all your bickering. Always on his back 'bout one t'ing or anudda...I know dat I'd be glad ta get rid of youse if youse was my friend."
Misty kept a strong face, but inside, she knew that they were right. Ash was always telling her that if she was ever kidnapped, he would just leave her there. He'd been kidding, of course, but she couldn't help wondering if he would really do that. No more bickering about the bike, about their incredibly different training views, about anything.
Meowth sensed her sadness. "Yeah, dat's right. I can just hear him now. Probably braggin' to dat older twerp dat youse gone for good."
"Well, have a nice sleep!" Jessie said sarcastically.
Misty heard the van door slam. She finally let out the tears that she had been holding in. "Please say it's not true, Ash...please come find me...I don't want to fight anymore..." Then, a horrifying thought came to her. "Maybe we never should have stayed together..."
* * * * * *
Ash walked into the police station, immediately catching the attention of the Greenfield Officer Jenny. She stepped over to him. "I'm sorry, Ash, but we haven't come across anything," she said.
Ash stared at his feet. "Are you sure?" Not the smartest question to ask a police officer, but Ash was distraught.
"Yes, I am," Jenny said, her tone holding no bitterness. "I think you should go back to the Pokémon Center, Ash. There's nothing you can do here."
Ash shook his head. "I can't!" he cried. "If I do, I just think of her and what horrible things could be happening to her at this exact moment! I wonder if there's even anything that I can do! I think of what may happen to her and what I'm supposed to do without her!"
"Ash..."
Ash sighed heavily. "All right," he said dejectedly.
When he got back to the Pokémon Center, he was surprised to see Tracey there. "Trace...why are you here?" he asked, his bewilderment temporarily overcoming his fear and sadness.
Tracey sighed. "Professor Oak told me about what happened to Misty. And it's all over the news. I'm sorry about this, Ash, but they'll find her. I mean, we're talking about Team Rocket here. How long can they hide from the police?"
Ash shook his head and wandered away.
It wasn't until that night that he spoke to Tracey again. They were in their bunks, trying to sleep, but Togepi's occasional wailing kept all of them on edge.
Tracey looked over at Ash, who had his face to the wall. He was curled up in a ball, and Tracey could tell that the boy was crying. "Hey, Ash, you okay?" he whispered.
Ash said nothing.
"Ash, I know you're scared for her, but...maybe if you talked about it, it might help."
"Nothing will help," Ash said miserably. "I let them take her...I didn't try to stop them...she probably thinks that I'll just leave her there...she's probably so scared right now...and I'm not there to tell her that it'll be okay...I'm here. And I need her to be here as much as she probably needs me...."
Tracey bit his lip, reminding himself that breaking down himself wouldn't help Ash at all.
"Maybe we never should have met...maybe I should have just paid her back and we'd all be happy..."
* * * * * *
Miles away, Professor Spencer Hale and his assistant, Skylar, were studying the Unown once again in their underground chamber. Skylar was taking pictures of anything that resembled an Unown. Professor Hale was doing his best to decrypt the heiroglyphs on the wall.
Suddenly, Skylar spotted a hole opening in the wall. "Professor..." he said warily.
Professor Hale turned to see the Unown spiraling in the air. They seemed to be sticking to a pattern, like giant words floating in the air. He noticed one particular pattern that seemed to spell out "Forget The Friendships".
"What is this?" Skylar asked.
Professor Hale was knocked to the ground as the Unown flew off into the darkened sky. "I don't know, Skylar, but...whoever they're after is about to lose a big part of their lives..."
END OF PART ONE