Lost Dreams
By: Pixi Powder
Pixi_powder@yahoo.com
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Misty lay face down in the dirt. She could barely move. The longer she layed on the ground, the more feeling retured to her body. And the more she hurt. Pikachu lay a few feet in front of her, in as much pain as Misty.
"Damn tree roots." Misty said hatefully. "I'm never going to make it there. I almost had him back and now I'm going to lose him all over again." Tears spilled out of Misty's eyes. Her body heaved as she tried to push herself to her knees. Her muscles seemed to be on fire. A headache was spreading from her temples and engulfing her mind. She could hardly think.
"Pika..."
Misty looked towards the injured Pokemon. Her small yellow form was against a tree truck. What happened? She remembered Pikachu being on her shoulder. She had been running. Running fast, and then her foot caught the root. Caught it and she fell hard. And Pikachu... Pikachu had been thrown from her shoulder. Thrown into the tree. That had to be it.
Misty whimpered softly as she managed to stumble to her feet. She managed to hobble over to the tree. "It's okay Pikachu. You'll be okay." Misty looked at the small yellow rodent with compassion in her eyes. Pikachu looked up at Misty and nodded sadly.
She gently lifted the Pokemon from the ground and set her in the backpack. She rearranged a few objects, trying to make it as comfortable as possible. She bit her bottom lip. None of this should be happening. None of it.
She picked up har backpack and started to walk along the trail that had been created by the man that had Ash. She walked, slowly regaining her balence, slowly regaining her strength. She traveled as quickly as she could. She didn't want to give up hope. She couldn't give up hope yet.
Minutes passed that seemed like hours. Each step sent pain from the ball of her foot shooting up her leg, her back, and straight to her thoughts. I have to concentrate on something else. Have to think about something else. She began to hum. A song that she knew as a child. What are the words to this damn song? She walked on. And as if just a mirage, a small cabin apeared before Misty.
She grimiced, not sure what she would find inside. She approched the door slowly. Footsteps. she heard footsteps. Someone was still in there. And a voice. Someone was talking. But to who? She pressed her ear against the door, trying to hear.
"Kill Ash. Kill Ash? Is he insane! I kill Ash and anyone finds out and I'll never live long enough to get out of jail. The kids were nothing. They could get blamed on someone being careless, or a wild Pokemon attack, or something. Kidnapping and killing the former Pokemon Master! That'll get me killed... if I'm lucky. But I have to listen to orders. I don't and, well, then I end up dead anyway. Great. Catch 22. Dead if I do, dead if I don't."
Ash is still alive. He hasn't killed him yet. There's still time. MIsty gathered her breath, her courage and the last bit of strength she had. Her hand seemed to raise itself and grasp the door handle by itself. She couldn't control it. But that was what she wanted right? She needed to go in. Needed to stop this now while she still could.
She turned the handle slowly and began to push it open. Her eyes were drawn to the small opening between the door and the house. She peered inside and saw a figure holding a rifle. Holding it against Ash's limb head. Misty reacted out of pure instinct. She threw the door open.
"No!" She yelled at the figure.
He turned quickly and fired the gun at the doorway. Seering pain ripped through Misty's arm and she fell to her knees in pain. It was like nothing she had ever known. So painful. So damn painful. She looked at her arm. Looked for the pain. She saw a small hole in her hoodie. Red seemed to dye the already dark fabric. She looked at it not realizing what had happened. She leaned forward, almost seeming to collapse on the floor.
The man with the rifle looked at Misty with wide eyes. "Shit. Now Gary's really going to have my head."
Misty could hardly move, could hardly think through the pain. She gripped her arm trying to stop it, but it wouldn't go away. Nobody saw the tiny Pokemon that was slowly crawling out of the backpack.
"Pika..." The yellow Pokemon was confused. She peered around the room and saw Misty laying on the floor, holding her arm. She saw Ash propped up in a chair. Saw a man with a rifle. Staring in disbelief at the whole scene. Pikachu recognized that man. Knew what she had to do.
Misty looked up just in time to see Pikachu let loose a powerful thundershock. The lightning bolt charged towards the man and he only realized what it was when it was too late.
He fell to the ground. Unconcious. Maybe even on the brink of death. Pikachu fell to the ground too. She had no energy left. She was close to unconcious. She let out one last 'pika' before falling victim to sleep. Misty too was tired. So tired. Just a little bit of sleep couldn't hurt. Her eyelids were so heavy. Sleep would be fine. Just for a little bit.
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Officer Jenny approached the house. The door was slghtly ajar and light was streaming out. It was growing darker. The sun had already dissapeared behind the trees. She had left Jason at the last town they had gone through. At the police station while she had managed to get a small team together to come with her. There were only 5 of them. But that was more then before.
She crept up towards the door, but came to a sudden halt when she saw something sticking out the doorway. She called out to the figure. But nothing answered. The entire house was quiet. Her stomach lurched as she realized who was in the doorway. She knew it was Misty. And that nothing good was likely to follow this.
She took a deep breath and began to inch her way closer. Her gun drawn and pointed in front of her. She peered through the open door and was horrifed at what she saw. Ash, sitting limply in his chair, unmoving. A man laying on the floor, covered in burns. Pikachu laying on the floor as well. And Misty. Half in the doorway with a small puddle of blood around her.
Officer Jenny drew in a quick breath. She bent down and felt for Misty's pulse. She was still for a moment and then felt it. Yes, there it was. Weak, but still there. She moved from person to person and managed to find pulses on everyone. All were weak, but still there. A relieved smile crossed her face.
"Goldenrod Police Station. This is Officer Jenny of Viridian City. I'm requesting back-up in Ilex forest. We are at a small cabin in the forest and have 2 injured civilians, 1 injured Pokemon and an injured Pokemon Master."
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A/N: Woo-hoo! I'm almost done. I still want to write an epilogue just to finish up a few loose ends. But that about it. I might write it tonight, or tomarrow. Other then that, I'm done with this one. Unless I do a sequel, but I'm not to sure about that. Anyway, leave me your thoughts and ideas in a post. Thanks bunches. (P.S. Where or where has tmp gone? I miss his reviews!)