A/N: Okay, here is my 'Brock Nine Lives Story'. The B9L genre, as my cuz and I call it, is a story where Brock dies alot. So if you don't like to see Brock die, I suggest you don't read this story. I wrote this because my cuz challanged me to write a B9L story better than her's. I'm pretty sure she's putting her's on FF, her ID is Koolsnowball if you wanna check her writing out. Chapter One, The Misterious Mist
"Our heroes are walking along a small and dusty
path, so small they have to walk single file. Misty is complaining,
Ash is lost in his thoughts of becoming a Pokémon Master, and Brock
is looking at the map in the fruitless hope of finding out where they are.
In other words, all is normal," Mr. Narrator said.
"My feet are sore, Togepi is fussing, and I bet
you've gotten us lost again Brock!" Misty was complaining from the
back of the line.
"Please tell me there's a Pokémon Center
soon Brock!" Ash exclaimed, "Misty's gunna drive us all insane with her
whining!"
Brock stopped and looked at the map, then looked around, then
looked back at the map. "Well, we're not particularly lost. . ."
Brock started.
"So we're ,uh, unparticularly lost?" Ash
asked.
Brock gave Ash a look that said 'shut up bozo' (A/N:
can Brock's squinty eyes actually /express/ anything other than 'I need
glasses'?) "We just aren't where we want to be."
"So in other words, we're lost," Misty stated.
"No, we're right here," Brock said pointing to a
spot on the map, "but just half an hour ago we were traveling on this road,"
he pointed to a road that was at least ten kilometers from where he had
pointed out first, "and going in the other direction."
"What!" Ash exclaimed, "I don't believe that, how
did we get so far unless you've been reading the map wrong again Brock?"
"Well all I know is that before we past through
that mist we were heading towards Olivine City, and now we're on our way
to, uh, this old mansion," he pointed to a place a little ways away from
where they were.
Misty shuddered, "Reminds me too much about that
time with Mewthree. . ." They all shuddered at the memory of being
Pokémon, it had certainly been something they weren't likely to
forget in a looong time.
Pikachu jumped off Ash's head and ran around the
bend, "Pikachu senses something!" Ash exclaimed, he ran to catch up with
Pikachu. Ash passed through another mist and found himself on the
pinnacle of a rock, surrounded by water on every side, the mass of the
shore could be seen in the distance, many other rocks could been seen around
him. The surface of the rock was perfectly flat and just big enough
for him to sit cross-legged on. As he sat down he saw something he
had seen only one time, long ago, and had wished never to see again.
The legs of a Raichu were where his legs were supposed to be. Ash
lifted his hands, they were the paws of a Raichu as well. "Oh, god,"
he whispered, though it came out as 'Rai, chu.'
*~*~*
"Ash wait!" Misty yelled as Ash disappeared around
the corner after Pikachu, "We don't want to get separated in this mist!"
The mist had rolled in suddenly, almost instantly after Ash had disappeared.
There was no reply, "Come back here Ash Ketchum!" Misty yelled as she started
off angrily after Ash, she had been having mood swings lately, her two
best friends were her favorite targets.
"Misty! Follow your own advice! We shouldn't
get separated!" Brock yelled as Misty disappeared ahead of him. "Geeze
Misty," Brock muttered as he started after her, "Talk about PMS!"
"Togepi!" Brock heard Misty cry, then there was
the sound of rushed footsteps and suddenly all sound stopped. The
mist rolled over thicker than ever until it couldn't really be called a
mist anymore. The moisture was collecting on Brock's clothing.
Then suddenly the fog disapperated and Brock was left by himself. Around
the corner that Ash and Misty had run around and neither was anywhere to
be seen on the long streach of path before him. Brock started forward,
his paws padding softly on the hard packed dirt that was the path now.
Wait
a minute! Brock realized, I don't have paws! He
looked down dreading what he would see, two Ninetails paws. Looking
over his shoulder it was confirmed, nine white tails with orange on the
ends were waving back at him. "Oh god, Nooooooooooo!!!" Brock screamed
horrified.
"Brock had every right to be horrified," Mr. Narrator
narrated, "last time he had been a Ninetails terrible things had happened
to him. And no doubt he would this time, or why would Ash and Misty
be missing? And that fog is just freaky, and if something totally
horrific doesn't happen to Brock soon, I'm - I'm - I'm going home!"
A/N: Please R&R, I'd like to know what you think of my horrible story so far. I know it's not interesting at all yet, but please bear with me. I didn't want to write this at first but now that I've warmed up to it the story is delveloping slowly. Next Chapter should be up after I find out if you guys like this story.