Me again. Just for the record, I changed the colors and dares a bit again, poetic license. Also just a tidbit of trivia, the video shown on the show of the guy being sucked into the engine was really from "world's most amazing videos". The guy survived too.
I don't own MTV, Pokemon, or that video show.

Location #2 Chapter 3

"Not this again, my hair is already all messed up" Sydney complained. Once again, the gang was wearing the X marked bags over their heads. The timer rang and almost instantaneously they removed the hoods. Ash had trouble getting his off due to his hat brim, Misty noticed this and helped him out. "Oh good grief Ash, couldn't you have taken your hat off for even a second?" They were seated on metal benches in the center of their new safe house. It was a cabin with metal walls and a small nook for a kitchen. Their cots were replaced with bunks suspended from chains from the ceiling. On a desk against the wall with the hatch door, was the computer. Brock looked around, "nice, not bad. Still that same claustrophobic, no windows look. We have more equipment too." Tracey was holding his head, "that ride on the lowing helicopter platform made me dizzy. I like to see where I'm going." Chikarita was sitting on the desk calling to her trainer to come and see. Sydney sat on the computer chair and clicked the start tab. The familiar computer voice began, "Welcome to the USS Hornet. In the 27 years that this ship was used, it caused more damage then any other US vessel. It was in combat more then any other as well. A total of 270 soldiers and 6 officers died on this ship." After displaying pictures of it in action, a video of an interview with a vet came on next. "She was nicknamed the "Grey Ghost" cause of all the people who died here. One particularly dangerous thing you had to watch out for was walking into a propeller, or now a days being sucked into the engine." A shot of such a horrific event was shown. Misty shrieked. Shots of a woman clairvoyant walking throughout the ship came on next. "There're definitely spirits here. They don't want me here, they're trying to keep me from entering." The vet came on again, "There was this one guy who was on the landing platform when her wasn't supposed to. The cable snapped and he lost his head." Tracey gulped hard. "The rules are as follows:" the computer voice announced. Two maps of the ship appeared. "Your objective is to obtain information that could prove if the ship is indeed haunted. The places you will be investigating are the mess hall, officer's cabin, brig, and sick bay. You have been given new color assignments, check them now." Their pokemon were given the envelopes with colored tabs. "I got Blue this time" Misty announced. "Yellow, a girl color" Ash said as he took it from the paws of the creature on his shoulder. "Cool, red." Brock declared. Tracey was handed his by Marill, "white, can't complain." The little grass pokemon held Sydney's in its leaf, "green, how fitting. Hey we all got the colors of our pokemon!" "Coolness" Misty cried. Marill held up the tab to his tummy proudly, Tracey shook his head. "The next dare is for Green, Red will navigate. A pokemon can be used. You are to go down to the mess hall and sit in front of a thermo-imaging camera. This type of camera measures heat and can detect paranormal activity. Good luck." Sydney started over to her designated bin, "at least I didn't get one of the last dares. That was horrific last time. Ready Chikarita?" "Chikari!" it cried. "You know what you have to do this time, it won't be a shock like last time" Tracey reminded her. "Go get 'em chica!" Misty shouted as Sydney closed the iron door behind her.
The sound of the radio static echoed eerily through the empty metal corridors. "Go right until you see a sign for the third deck." Chikarita stayed nervously close to her master's side. "Near a red light? Ok Brock, now what?" "Go down the stairs." "Hey these are steep, ouch! And low." Her little camera hit against the railing. "Guys, I'm getting really weirded out here. Like something's watching me." The other members of the safe house seemed as tense as she was. "Do you want to continue? Or do you want to wait a bit?" Brock asked, sensing her fear. Sydney sighed, "no I want to get this over with. Now which way?" "Down the hallway and through the hatch to the brig. There's a chair inside for you to sit in." She entered and found many folding chairs around the room, and some pieces of furniture covered by ghostly looking plastic sheets. Chikarita jumped into her lap as soon as she sat, in front of her was a tripod with a video camera. "This camera is used for measuring paranormal activity. Ok I gotta read you this so sorry in advance...Once in the mess hall, a soldier cut in line for food. A fight erupted between him and the other man. One man named Bon was killed, he was known for his quick temper and viciousness. His spirit has been seen walking around here in a bloody shirt. The clairvoyant says he's there to hurt someone." Chikarita cooed worriedly and buried its head into its owner. "Hold on! A malicious ghost?! I am not staying here!" Brock sent words of encouragement to her, "you're done worse then this! Don't let that BS story of that Bon guy get to you." She made a fidgety giggle, "yea, and if I quit, you guys will have to do it. I don't wanna put something like that on ya." "The computer guy says you gotta stay there for 20 minutes, can you do it?" "Only 20? All right, and that's my final answer. Just keep talking to me." Tracey shakily pointed to the monitor for the thermo-cam. On the right of the screen, a light meter indicated that bright colors were readings of heat presences, a sign of supernatural activity. Sydney's image could be easily identified, she was yellow, but directly above her, a thin yellow line was starting to appear slowly. Misty put her hand over her mouth, "oh no, she still has like 15 minutes and something's happening already!" "I'm hearing things, sounds like footsteps." Brock was still in shock over the readings, he took a little while to answer. "Ah...well...maybe it's just the waves echoing. Everything's ok, there's nothing above your head or anything!" Sydney paused, "Brock, I didn't ask if there's anything above my head. What does the monitor look like?" She looked up, trying to justify where Brock's outburst came. He stammered for the right words "Oh...just black. Hey your hair looks great!" Ash looked confused, "but there's a line..." Misty slapped her hand over his mouth, "she's nervous enough already without knowing that!" She radioed again, "the footsteps are getting louder!" "Chikari, ri, ri!" The little creature suddenly cried out. It began pointing to Sydney's face with her leaf. "What's the matter Chikar..." she stopped at the sight of her leaf. A shiny red substance reflected in the light. She ran her hand over her lip," huh? I'm bleeding! Eww, a lot. I don't remember biting my lip or anything." Tracey motioned with his hands for Brock to keep talking. The line had turned into a large red and orange orb. "May...maybe the tide's coming in or something. The ship is empty and made of metal after all, it's just your...imagination." Brock didn't sound very convincing to her. The computer popped up the message that the dare was over, he wasted no time. "Sid get out of there! Dare's over! Run!" She got and bolted for the safe house, carrying Chikarita.
The heavy door creaked loudly as she pushed it open with her hip. Brock leaned back in his seat, relieved. Misty put hand over her heart, "you have no idea how worried we were!" "This unanswered bleeding thing is freaky" Sydney nodded, taking her equipment off. Chikarita was hiding under a pillow on one of the bunks, Pikachu and the other pokemon tried to talk with her. Tracey brought over a tissue for Sydney, "that and the monitor readings. We didn't tell you all that was going on so not to scare you." Her eyes bugged out, "what!? What was really going on?" Ash found the remote and rewound the tape, then played it in fast forward mode it for her to see. She dropped into the computer chair, "that was near me! Right before I began bleeding!" Chikarita come out from her hiding place and ran up to the screen. She pointed with glee to her image. Sydney dabbed her mouth, "hey this cut isn't on my lip, it's in my mouth!" "How'd you do that?" Ash asked. She signed, "I don't know, but I hope I was the one who did it." The computer displayed a message again. Ash was the only person who went to answer it, "The next dare is for white and yellow. Red will navigate. You are to take the electromagnetic meter and go to the catapult room and await further directions. Pokemon can be used, good luck." This time it was Pikachu's turn the drive under bed sheets. Ash groaned, "come on buddy, at least we're not going to the cafeteria. How bad could it be?" He stuck his face out from under his covers, giving him a hard look. Tracey turned to Marill, "you're not going to chicken out on me are you?" "Rill!" it cried happily. After hearing this, Pikachu decided to go after all. "I have to navigate again? I hate doing that" Brock whined. The guys picked up their equipment and headed out the iron door.
Tracey, Ash, Pikachu, and Marill walked single file down the dark cold hallways. Tracey led, keeping his hand held camera light in front. Without warning something caught his attention. "Hey! Ash you see that? Something moved over there." Brock's voice interrupted the silence, "you guys there yet?" Ash radioed back, "yea, so what do we do?" "Yellow precede to the mess hall with the meter, white stay in the catapult room as his safety." Tracey shook his head, "safety? From what? At least it's an easy job." He handed Ash the meter. "Let's go Pikachu." The two continued down the passage till they got to a fork. Brock read off the instructions, "you should see a sign to the mess hall on your right, enter the mess hall." Misty groaned, "MTV probably only told them to go to the catapult room because they knew no one would want to go in the mess hall again." Sydney agreed, "understandably might I add." Pikachu hopped onto his shoulder, to get a better look at the machine he had in his hands. Brock continued, "spirits are known to give off electromagnetic waves. The meter you have measures disturbances in electromagnetic fields. You are to investigate the room with the machine to pick up any disturbances." "Disturbances? You mean ghosts. Sure, radio me when I can stop." Ash flipped the on switch. It made squeak noises similar to a dolphin as he roamed the hall. It picked up in frequency when he reached the back of the room. Pikachu started the quiver and held onto Ash's neck. "Ack, Pikachu chill!" The safe house meanwhile was watching the thermo-cam monitor. An orange rimed, red centered orb appeared, in the same place his meter began going haywire. At the time, Tracey was growing more and more apprehensive in the other room. "Maybe I was wrong about this being an easy job." The room was small, with bars separating him and a large machine. "Rill" the pokemon whined fearfully, moving closer to her trainer. A loud bang noise made both jump. Tracey picked up his trembling friend. He darted the light around the room, "there's something very strange going on in here. It just doesn't feel right in here." The computer displayed a new instruction. Brock sent it right to the member of his team, "Ash leave, dare's done! The colors are back!" Ash took off back to the safe house. Brock radioed Tracey as well, "watcher, dare's over. Come on back." "Gladly! We keep hearing loud banging down here." He jogged back and climbed the stairs to the base room. When he entered he was greeted by a question from Misty. "Where's Ash?" Tracey looked behind him, he was out of breath. "I heard him coming, didn't see him." She got angry, "you were supposed to be his safety! You could at least wait for him!" "You weren't down there!" he yelled back in defense. Brock got on the walkie talkie again, "Ash where are you?" "In the catapult room, where's Tracey?" Misty glared at him. "Watcher's here, you can return." Ash looked around, "and that way would be...? Oh wait, now I remember! I'll be right..." He was interrupted by a clang. "Oops, I broke something off this door." Brock chuckled, "Ash managed to do what countless armies tried to do, break the ship." He found his way to the stairs and rushed into the room.
"Well at least he's ok, but you shouldn't have left him out there!" Misty growled. Tracey was removing his vest, "sorrrrrrrrry! I didn't do it on purpose. I thought Ash could get back himself." "I could, and I did. I didn't need his help" Ash argued, as he tried to pry Pikachu off of his neck. Marill wouldn't let Tracey put her down. Sydney looked down at her still shook up Chikarita. "The pokemon sure do get spooked easily" she observed. Tracey agreed, "yea, they're more sensitive to changes in their environment then humans are. Ok, now can I put you down Marill?" It only dug its head further into her trainer. Ash finally managed to push off the little mouse. "Pikachu was really freaking just before the machine picked up some waves." Sydney thought for a second. "That moves perfect sense, Pikachu is an electric pokemon. It can pick up magnetic changes in its body." "Chu" it cried dispiritedly. "Sorry pal, you can stay here next time if you want" Ash assured him. Brock was putting a CD into the computer then he noticed something on the screen, "good news people." He clicked the mouse, "this is the end of night one. You may rest until tomorrow night." Brock rejoiced, "this show is great! I'm getting off so easy! Last time I only got one dare." Tracey glared at him. Sydney looked at the dangling bunks. "Ok, we gets the top one." The pokemon all scrambled up to the highest one. Ash attempted to scale the other one, but it shook too much and he stumbled down. Misty got up to the top, making the climb by standing on Ash's shoulder. The others claimed theirs and settled in for the night.
The events of that night were just like the last: Tracey, Brock, and Sydney talking, Ash complaining of a sore shoulder, and Misty telling him to be quiet. The pokemon cuddled together and slept rather soundly. It remained fairly peacefully, that is, until the next day....