by Xavier (xavier319@hotmail.com)
Ash is walking down a path in a field with Brock and Misty as they seem to do every day. Continuing on their quest to get all of the gym badges, one by one. By now, Ash has three of the ones he needs, and is on his way for the fourth. His opponent will be a trainer with a Rychu, a tough fight at the least.
Suddenly, to the surprise of all three teenagers, a bright white Cadillac speeds up and screeches to a halt in front of them. The 20 inch rims for the Caddy shine as bright as the noonday sun as the driver's side door opens and a cloud of strangely sweet smelling smoke billows out over the three teens.
~I'm hungry...~ thinks Brock suddenly.
Out steps a tall black man with a pure white suit, and black shoes. His thick fingers are studded with many gold and jeweled rings, and many gold chains hang from around his neck. He is wearing a purple lace cravat under his white sports coat, and his eyes are hidden behind dark glasses. A huge puff of oily hair adorns his head, as his afro catches the west-ward wind.
"Um... can I help you, sir?" asks Ash nervously.
The man takes another puff from his strangely shaped cigarette and throws it to the ground, grinding it out with his heel. He turns to the three and puts his hand on his hip, "Yea! You c'n help yo'self bah gettin' off Big Daddy Slim's turf, brothah!"
The three teens exchange confused looks and Ash turns back to him again, "Uh.. Sir? This is your land? I thought it was public property."
The large man walks up to him and snarls, lowering his glasses to the tip of his nose, looking down at the kid from the top of them, "So, you be sayin' dat dis AIN'T mah turf?"
Ash nods slowly, "I'm sorry... but yes."
Then man snarls, "Den you got to be taught a lesson!"
He reaches into his coat for something near his heart, and Ash puts up his hand, "Wait! If it's a Pokemon duel you want, I'm game!" He points to the black man, "Pikachu, I choose you!" The small rodent flies at the man, crackling with electricity and it's battle cry on it's lips, "PIKA!"
The man smirks and reaches into his coat, "Nickle-Plated Nine, Ah choose you!" He pulls out a nickle-platted 9mm pistol and fires it repeatedly at the kids ad the rat.
Ash blinks in surprise as three scarlet spots appear on his chest and he slumps down, his eyes glazing, "I.... Lost..." He falls next to the bodies of Misty, Brock, and Pikachu. The only sound on the deserted path being the sound of 20 inch rims squealing as they speed away.