Disclaimer: I still don't own Pokemon. Well this is the second chapter.

Chapter 2

Miles away in another part of Cerulean in the rich section of Cerulean Misty Oak was trekking through the snow with her Umbreon.

"Bah! Humbug what a horrible day! White Christmas! Bah!" grumbled Misty. She turned the corner and reached her mansion. She quickly pushed in the code to unlock the front gates. The metal steel craved door opened with a bang as she pulled out Umbreon's pokeball and recalled the dark type. She replaced the ball and walked into the Oak/ Waterflower estate. She admired her land a bit before going to the front door. There on the cherry door was a lovely Arcanine doorknocker. Misty quickly pulled out a string of keys from her pocket and reached to open the door.

As the key touched the locker she grasped at the sight the knocked turned into. A ghostly shape of abnormal figure appeared in place of the Arcanine. Misty gave a quick grasp before sticking the key into the hole and opened the door. Misty once again glanced at the doorknocker and found the figure gone.

God, I must be losing it.

She walked into her cold dark house and threw the keys on her kitchen table. She opened her fringe and pulled out a plastic bowl filled with leftover soup. On the days and nights when Gary wasn't home she refused to cook for herself and ate the leftovers. She grabbed a spoon from the cabinet then found a loaf of bread in the pantry. She grabbed her food and turned off her lights to eat up in her room. Taking the grand stairway she found her way into the master bedroom. There a table and a comfy chair was placed for her eating needs. Misty pulled out a different pokeball this one was a red and orange acorn pokeball. This one was called a flame ball, which specialized in catching fire types. The red light mesmerized into a cute baby Magby. On their honeymoon Gary had taken Misty to Cinnabar. Unlike the last time she went to Cinnabar Island with Ash they didn't stave or get tired at all. The moment they got to Cinnabar Gary showed her to a five star hotel with a pool and everything a girl could dream of. Later when Gary took her to see Blaine he had ever so kindly given her an egg for a late wedding present. The egg hatched and out popped a cute Magby.

"Magby, light the fireplace," commanded Misty.

"Mag." Magby gave a great by blow of fire, which illuminated the small fireplace. Misty gave the fire Pokemon a small nod before recalling it into its ball. Misty picked up the bowl from her table and sat down at the rocking chair before the fireplace. She immediately dug into her supper as she admired the handy work done on the fireplace. This house used to belong to her parents. When they passed away Misty and her sisters stayed later Lily got it, but before she passed away in her will she gave it to Misty and Gary.

Misty gave a small sigh as she remembered the fond childhood memories she had in this house. The fireplace was a special memory a long time ago her father had craved the fireplace for a mother long before she or her sisters were born. Engraved on the fireplace was ever Pokemon playing or flocking in their nature habitat.

Misty looked away as she spooned another spoonful of soup into her mouth. Just as the spoon reached her mouth and she swallowed it out a loud moaning sound could be heard from downstairs. Misty quickly dropped the bowl on the container and pulled the iron stick down of a drawer from the fireplace. Why an iron stick was in their bedroom Misty never got but right this moment she was glad of it.

Misty stood up and faced the door. She crepe closer could hear the faint trace of iron kicking the ground.

God I wish Gary was here.

Misty gave a deep breath was the moaning and banging sound grew louder and louder by the moment.

"Who's there? I'm warning you I'm armed," shouted Misty.

The moaning sound grew louder as her rattled harder as a strong gust of wind blew through the door. The force blew Misty back and she landed with a bang on her behind. A whirl of sand blew at her face as she quickly ran her shirtsleeve over her mouth. The wind dead down and Misty opened up. She blinked a couple of times to regain her eyesight back.

"Ahh!" Misty shrieked as she saw the figure before her. There stood a transparent figure with a long string behind it.

"Who… who are you?" asked Misty trembling in fear.

"Ask who I was," bellowed the figure.

"All right, who were you?" asked Misty as she quickly got up and skidded behind her chair.

"In life I was your partner and sister-in-law May Oak," bellowed the figure.

"Ahh!" screamed Misty. She held a petrified look on her face. "You can't be May. May is dead. May died five years ago tonight."

"I am May, Misty. Tonight I have been given a chance to save you, Misty. Misty you gave me fate," moaned May.

"No. You can't be May," shirked Misty.

"I am Misty. And I can prove it. A long time ago we discovered a brand you water Pokemon. I wanted to name it Silver but you wanted to name it Star. We decided to use both. We flipped a coin to see whose would go first. You won the coin toss but you allowed Silver as the first part thus the Pokemon SilverStar came to be. You were so kind then Misty. What happened?" asked the ghostly May.

"You… you are May but how? There isn't such a thing as ghosts?" murmured Misty.

"I am what I am Misty. Tonight isn't about me Misty. It's about you. I have come here to save you Misty. Save you from my fate."

"Your fate May? You died of sickness," commented Misty.

"Who told you that!" snapped May suddenly.

"Your brother, my husband … Gary," mumbled Misty.

"I didn't die of sickness Misty." May shook her ghostly head sadly. "I die because I knew too much Misty."

"How can you die of knowing too much?" asked Misty.

"You see this long chain?" asked May. She bent down and pulled up the chain that warped behind her. "This chain is all my regrets Misty Oak. I dead not telling anybody anything. These are all the things I wanted to say but couldn't."

"What's that got to do with anything?" asked Misty.

"Everything Misty. I dead not out of guilt, but of not helping you. I saw Gary tear you about. I watched Gary remove you of you love, hope, passion. I watched you become a heartless, money crazy, hater of Christmas. Even today the day when your suppose to be with the ones you love you're not with them."

"Nonsense, Gary did none of that. I have always hated Christmas," shouted Misty.

"You know that is not true Misty. You know that you have always cared for Christmas. A day of being with family, friends, and your loved ones, you once knew the meaning of Christmas. You even once saved Christmas did you not? You found your true love on Christmas your first and last love," shouted May.

"Yes and that was Gary," cried Misty.

May looked down sadly and shook her ghostly head. "Oh Misty," she moaned. "Look at this."

Misty looked up and saw May looking down at something.

"I have always loved my brother you know that right?" asked May.

"Course."

"Well my love blinded me from seeing the true Gary. When we were little he admired me because I was older. Little did he know I admired him much more. Gary soon found my weakness and tormented me with it, but I just looked it over. I didn't go on a Pokemon journey but instead Grandpa sent me to Pokemon tech earning my degree as a marine biologist. Gary did go on a Pokemon journey doing wonders with his ego. After his lost in the Pokemon League, I thought my brother had changed, but he didn't. Sure he acted like it, but it was worse. You fell for my brother's good luck charms. When you get the chance ask someone about his childhood."

"May you must be joking. Gary was an angel when he little." Misty gave a small laugh.

"Do I look like I'm joking right now? Gary killed me Misty. He covered the whole thing up. He knew that sooner or later I would confront you. You ever wondered how Gary became Pokemon Master?" asked May. She stared deeply into Misty's eyes.

"No, he's a great trainer."

"Wrong. He broke Ash's spirit that day. That's how he won. Ash is a mess now. He disappeared after his defeat, but even now I know Ash may have lost everything, but he didn't lose the one thing that matters the most. You know what that is Misty?" asked May.

"Easy Pokemon battles and Pokemon." Misty shrugged her shoulders.

"Wrong! Pokemon battles don't matter that him anymore Misty. His Pokemon are like his family now. What matters most to him now is love he still has his heart. A softness to help trainers that are in need. A yen here a yen there Ash gives them to trainers. Gary may have broken his spirit that day, but his pure of heart is still with him. You were like that once too Misty don't you remember?" asked May.

"Bah! Love is for losers. Money and power is what helps you survive these days. All love does now a day all it gives you is a one way ticket to being homeless. You knew that too May. That's why you calculated, worked, and saved. We were rich and even now I have kept out business going."

"I was wrong in my days. If I could have just one day back on this earth, I would spend it with the people I loved. I would forget all about business and live like I did when I was younger."

"Bah! You're dead May. Of course you would say that, but me am I not dead. I have a whole life ahead of me. I need money May. I can't love. Love always losses at the end. Look at Team Rocket now. Team Rocket doesn't love and they are almost as powerful as the Elite Four is. Gary has a hard time even controlling them. When we were younger, they were a brunch of weeps. Now look at them. They are successful, and people actually fear them. That's what being stone hearted gets you."

"Whatever Misty." May gave a shook of her head. "I may not have a change to live again, but you do Misty. Tonight as a Christmas present from me to you. Three ghosts will visit you. They will each show you a part of your life and at the end you shall be able to choose your destiny, but think carefully of your path for you only get one chance. Don't think of it money wise or anything else. Think of it from your heart. Let your heart be your guide. The first ghost will visit you when the grandfather clock strikes midnight."

"What!"

"Choose with your heart Misty." The glass window from her bedroom flew open as May floated over. Misty timidly followed her as she looked at the window. The scene horrified her as she looked down. There wasn't the normal everyday scene she was used to seeing. The streets were foggy as she stared out at the ghostly shapes and figures much like May floating around the skies.

"What are they?" asked Misty.

May turned around and gave Misty a sigh. She hollow eyes looked sad as she spoke. "They are all like me Misty. They all have a doubt in there live. Through all of eternity they shall walk the earth as haunted lost spirits till their soul have calmed. After tonight I shall no longer walk this earth. I shall once again see the heaven before me where angels roam the skies. I was given the chance to help you change. I believe in you Misty. You are one of the few people in my lifetime I believed in. You helped me a long time ago now it is my turn to help you. Listen and watch what the three ghosts have to show you. May god be with you as your heart too. Good bye Misty." May cried as she flew out the window and disappeared into the clouds. A strong gust of wind passed by Misty rattling the windows. Misty quickly covered her eyes as the small sandstorm passed. When the winds dead down Misty looked down again and saw the fog and ghostly figures had all vanished. The normal streets of Cerulean once again lit up in lights.

Misty turned her head to the town clock. She gleamed at it and saw that it read eleven. Just below was the giant Christmas tree that the town council cut down for Christmas. Every family was supposed to donate one item to decorate the tree with each year. As the years piled up as did the height and glamour of the Christmas tree.

Misty sighed an unhappy grumble as she looked out the window. "Bah! Stupid tree." Misty looked down as if trying to spot a ghostly figure but none was present. All she saw were tired, hungry trainers wondering the streets. She knew that it was a gym leader's duty to leave their Pokemon gym open for passing trainers, but because Gary was the Pokemon Master Misty didn't have to obey those rules. She knew that a long time ago Pokemon Centers hosted trainers but now…. now the world was totally different.

Could seeing May have been all a dream? Did I really see her that moment? What did she mean when she said Gary killed her? Gary's not a criminal.

"Bah! Humbug. I must be losing it. I love Gary! He would never kill his own sister." Misty shook her head as she latched the glass window closed. She turned around and saw her after empty soup on her table. Misty's stomach did a small flip-flop. Misty made a small groan as she picked the bowl up. She scooped a spoonful of the Jell-O like soup up before tossing the soup back into the bowl.

"Gross. Yeah that's it. It must have been the soup, probably a piece of uncooked noodle or something. Anything can upset my stomach these days." Misty placed the bowl back on the table and pulled out her Flame ball. Her Magby immediately appeared before her.

"Flame thrower," shouted Misty.

"Mag." The fire Pokemon cried before blowing a mouthful of fire into the fireplace. Misty gave an approving nod before recalling the baby Pokemon. Feeling the room warm up at once Misty once again felt relaxed again. She pulled off her outside garment and stood naked in the bedroom with only a bra and underwear on. Even now after being married to Gary for ten years she still had a feeling of embarrassment and uneasiness everything she stood without clothes on in her own bedroom. Misty gave a slight shrivel from the cold Cerulean weather. She had forgotten how cold it gets this time of year. For Misty every year when Christmas a rises her heart would freeze up once ago. It froze harder then the outside lake of Cerulean City. Even at nights she would whimper and cry but never did she allow her true feelings to a rise. The tears would overcome her more than the waves off of the old lighthouse where Misty would stand for hours by the pier. She would look, wait for someone to bring her back. Every year when the last summer party on the beach and when fall officially comes Misty would grow silent. Every year when the bonfire by the lighthouse grew without mercy her heart would explode. She watched the young children laugh and giggle at the end of summer festivals. Sometimes she and Gary would travel all the way to Maiden's Peak for the end of summer festivals. Every year when Gary was full of alcohol and dancing with his loyal fans, Misty would slip away. Away from all the dancing, beating of the steady drums, laughter of the festivals, and even the kimonos. Without knowing why every time she would go up to the stone cast maiden over looking the peak for her long lost love. She would go alone with her hair down wearing a small T-shirt and short jeans. She would climb all the way up to shrine and just look at the maiden whose heart would always be with her true love.

Misty would always bring a string of garlic or a cross. She would lie them by the statue and lean on it. At times before the sun rose Misty would copy the maiden's features and stare out at the sea. Her eyes would change from their sapphire colors to sparkling glow of aquamarine. Her skin would change into a pretty shade of pale and her hair would glow golden as the sun that rose before her. As the sun escapes the far away mountains the waves would reach their highest potential and spray a beautiful blast up at Misty.

For weeks after the festivals her dreams would be at peace. She would dream that finally upon a beautiful beach that was sparkling in blue her heart would come to peace. She dreamt of a scene where winter had come. Beautiful white snow fell before her. She would be standing by the beach watching as the winter sun set. Her eyes would be far away in thought, as a light touch would run though her shoulders. She would turn around and instantly be captured. Her face would smile just before she sees the person's face she would wake up. For years the dream haunted her and even left her puzzled as she imaged whom that person was. Every year around wintertime she would stand up the ocean for hours waiting for that person. Years had past and still she dreamt of that dream.

Misty gave a small shrivel as she took her bra off and quickly pulled on her nightgown. She placed the clothes on the chair and climbed swiftly into bed. She fluffed her pillows up a bit and did the same with the one next to her. Misty pulled the covers over her and snuggled into her comfy king sized bed. Misty gave a sigh as she turned around and saw the space next to her empty.

Oh well? I get the whole bed to myself. I wonder if them ghosts are coming or not?

Misty gave a small giggle as she fell into deep slumber.

Time spun faster and faster as the old clock in central Cerulean chimed twelve times. The last stroke awoke Misty from her slumber.

"What? What? Is it?" asked Misty. She popped out of bed and looked over at her clock, midnight.

"Didn't May say the first ghost comes at midnight. Guess it's late."

"I'm not late Misty," barked a beautiful voice.

"Waa!" Cried Misty as she turned around. There standing before her was the beautiful figure of orange-red hair and eyes of sapphire. The ghostly figure was dressed in a dress of white as she looked at Misty with a sad look upon her face.

"Do… do I know you?" asked Misty.

"I am the Ghost of Christmas Past."

"No? No! You can't be," cried Misty.

"I can't be what?" asked the ghost.

A/N: What do you think so far? Think I should have spent more time on it? The next chapter won't be updated for quite some time since I haven't written it yet. It should be longer than this one. I hoping on finishing this near Christmas, so I might not update it for a while.