Remembering Mewtwo: Part II
Stone Cold Tears
"Okay, Lapras, take a rest." Said Ash, as Lapras disappeared inside the pokeball.
Ash pressed the small button on the pokemon, minimizing it, and placed it on his pokebelt. He then turned back to Misty and Tracey. Misty was holding Togepi close to her chest, with thoughts of the dream from the previous night still in her head.
"Hey, you okay Misty?" Tracey asked, "You look kinda down."
"Huh?" Asked Misty, as she looked up, blinking her large green-blue eyes.
"You just seemed kinda out of it." Added Tracey
"Oh, no, I'm okay...just, " she started, and she faked a yawn, "Just tired, that's all. Stupid crickets wouldn't let me sleep last night."
"Well, Alright, if you insist…" said Ash, and Pikachu leapt up onto his head.
"Yeah. I'm sure. Can we go eat now? I'm starving!" Misty exclaimed
"Sure. Hey, I'm kinda hungry myself!" Said Ash
"Right! so let's go! Race you to the end of the dock!" shouted Misty, and she took off running.
"GWA! Hey! That's not fair!" shouted Ash, running after her, holding one hand on his head to keep his cap from, flying away.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Shouted Tracey, as he ran after the two younger trainers.
All of them were unaware of the small pink creature following them.
***
Brock stepped back into the house at the end of the drive on Valencia Island. He untied the apron that he'd forgotten to take off when he went outside, and he hung it on a hook in the kitchen pantry (which, thanks to him, was spotless and organized). Thoughts of Ash and Misty still hung on his mind. He didn't even have the energy to hit on Professor Ivy. (To all you Brock fans: sorry! I just HAD to add that). And then…an unexpected sound, coming from the other room. A scratchy voice, that belonged to a young boy.
could it be…
"Brock!" shouted Professor Ivy, "You have a telephone call!"
Brock immediately ran into the other room, where Professor Ivy was sitting at the video phone. She glanced at him, and stood up, allowing for him to sit in the chair, before she left the room.
"Hey! Brock-o!"
"Ash! Misty! I've been thinking about you guys a lot lately!" exclaimed Brock.
"Yeah, we've been all over the orange islands." Said Ash
"Yeah, and every phone call we've had, we've called professor Oak." Added Tracey
Brock blinked, "Um…hi. Just who are you?"
"Oh, this is Tracey! We met him on Tangelo Island." Said Ash
"Oh…that's good. Wouldn't want you and Misty out there by yourselves!" Said Brock, and he started laughing, causing Misty and Ash to blush, while Tracey joined in laughing.
"Anyway, we decided to call you and see how things were going with Professor Ivy." Said Misty
"Things are going great…but…I've kinda been having this weird Dream…probably just overworked." He said
"Ah, well, dreams a dream. And they're not real, so you don't have worry about them cuz…they're…well…Dreams." Said Ash
Misty and Tracey hit the ground, with an Anime-style thud, and Brock sweat dropped, "Yeah you're right." he said, with a light chuckle
"Brock, hate to cut it short, but the operator just told us to deposit another 50 cents, which, we don't have!" Said Ash.
"Alright. I'll let you go! Good-bye guys!" he said, "bye Bro—" they started, but the screen went blank in the middle of the statement.
Brock smiled, as he set the receiver back into the cradle on the side of the screen.
glad to know they're alright…
***
"Aw Great! We didn't even get to finish our good-bye!" complained Misty, as she stared at the blank screen
"Well, he understands." Said Ash, as he set the receiver back in its cradle.
"Still…now what do we do?" asked Misty
"I dunno—WHA! Pikachu!" shouted Ash, as Pikachu jumped off his head, and began to run across the street to a hotdog stand.
A car started to zoom towards pikachu. Pikachu's eyes widened, as the car approached.
"PIKACHU, WATCH OUT!" Exclaimed Ash
Pikachu ran, and then, as the car approach, it pushed off the car, and went sailing through the air towards Ash. Ash reached his hands up at the fast approaching Pikachu, and caught it, sending them both flying backwards into a tree. Ash winced in pain, his eyes shut tightly. Familiar images flashed in front of his eyes.
Images of a large cat-like pokemon, blasting pikachu back. Ash leapt for Pikachu, and caught it, before skiddering along the ground
"Ash!"
Ash slwoly cracked his eyes, as he tried to catch his breath after having the wind knocked out of him. Misty was kneeled beside him, and Tracey was right beside her. "Ash, are you alright?!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah…" replied Ash, as Pikachu moved around in his lap.
"You sure?" Asked Tracey, "you were out cold there for a few seconds."
"I was?" he asked, as he shook his head, as if shaking away the feeling of sleep.
"Yeah…" said Misty, as Pikachu squirmed out of Ash's arms, and climbed onto his head.
"I'm okay now…how about you Pikachu? you okay?"
"Pika-chu!" exclaimed Pikachu.
"Ash…" Started Misty
"hm?" he asked
"Just before you woke up, you muttered something…what were you talking about?" she asked
"I…I don't know…" he said, and he continued walking, as if nothing were wrong.
***
Light flashed all around, blinding his vision. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout. He saw the tears crawling out of Pikachu's eyes, as it attempted Its thunder shock attack one more time. Then, as the light cleared, he saw her sitting on the far side of the stadium. Tears in her eyes, as Brock attempted to comfort her. But nothing could stop her stone cold tears…He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry because he couldn't be near her…
And no tears formed. He was solid as stone…
***
Ash sat straight up, beads of sweat rolling down his neck. He wiped it with his hand, and pushed some of his hair out of his face. The lobby of the pokemon center was pitch black. He let his eyes adjust, as he scanned the room. His eyes fell on Misty. She appeared to be sleeping so peacefully. But he couldn't shake the weird feeling he had. He wiggled out of his sleeping bag, and went to the window. Outside, the rain poured down, drenching everything. He leaned his forehead against the glass. And yet…he could never wipe the sight of her tears from his head…
Her stone cold tears….
More images began to flash before his eyes. So quickly, it felt as though they were only flashes of light. He doubled over, one hand on his head, in absolute agony as memories started to flow…
Pikachu stirred from its sleep without the company of its trainer. As it twitched its ears, it glanced around the dark room. Ash let a small cry escape his throat, and Pikachu's head immediately turned towards him. Without even pausing Pikachu leapt off the couch, and over to it's trainer.
"Pika-pi! Pika-ka chu!" it exclaimed, and Misty began to stir in her sleep.
Ash's body trembled, as he opened his eyes to look at Pikachu. He struggled to speak.
"Pikachu….I'm scared…I don't what's going on…" he mumbled.
Slowly, Misty blinked her eyes open. Then, they came to set upon Ash. She sat up, concerned and confused
"Ash…are you okay?" she asked, still half asleep. She didn't wait for an answer, as she got up, and made her way over to him.
Ash looked up at Misty. The images had vanished, but he was still in a state of shock. He stuttered as he tried to speak
"I…you…Mewtwo…" he said franticly, but Misty only seemed more confused.
"Ash, what are you—" She started to say.
Before she could finish her statement, Ash threw his arms around her in a hug. He still trembled, and clung to her like a little boy would cling to his mother.
"Misty, I'm scared….I don't know what all these images are…" he cried, as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Misty wrapped her arms around him, and began to stroke his back, "It's alright Ash…I'm sure it was just, some kind of crazy dream." She said, but all the while, thoughts of her own nightmare taunted her
"No, Misty it was real…it was so real! I just know it happened!" he exclaimed, never looking up.
Misty just sat there, holding him, trying to comfort him, as the tear continued to roll down his face. She smiled, trying to make him feel at ease "Is it just me, or does this feel like de ja vu?"
Unfortunatly, it didn't help. She knew there was no convincing him that it was just a dream. Especially since…
She wasn't quite so sure herself.
***
In the morning, Tracey woke up at around 9:00, only to discover Ash and Misty were both missing. His eyes darted around the room, until they landed in the bay window at the far end of the lobby.
Misty leaned against a wall, while Ash had his arms around her, asleep in her lap. Needless to say, Tracey was just a bit freaked out by this. He rushed over to them, and shook them gently, "Hey, guys, time to wake up!" he said
Misty cracked open one of her eyes, and she stretched, followed shortly by Ash, who dug his fists into his eyes. Ash sat up, and noticed how close he was to Misty. "uh, sorry 'bout that Misty." He said, blushing slightly
"'bout what?" she asked
"Uh, nothing." He finished.
You could say the rest of the day went fairly smoothly and fairly normal. But Ash could never shake the feeling, the sight of those images…and those tears…
To Be Continued...
Stone Cold Tears
"Okay, Lapras, take a rest." Said Ash, as Lapras disappeared inside the pokeball.
Ash pressed the small button on the pokemon, minimizing it, and placed it on his pokebelt. He then turned back to Misty and Tracey. Misty was holding Togepi close to her chest, with thoughts of the dream from the previous night still in her head.
"Hey, you okay Misty?" Tracey asked, "You look kinda down."
"Huh?" Asked Misty, as she looked up, blinking her large green-blue eyes.
"You just seemed kinda out of it." Added Tracey
"Oh, no, I'm okay...just, " she started, and she faked a yawn, "Just tired, that's all. Stupid crickets wouldn't let me sleep last night."
"Well, Alright, if you insist…" said Ash, and Pikachu leapt up onto his head.
"Yeah. I'm sure. Can we go eat now? I'm starving!" Misty exclaimed
"Sure. Hey, I'm kinda hungry myself!" Said Ash
"Right! so let's go! Race you to the end of the dock!" shouted Misty, and she took off running.
"GWA! Hey! That's not fair!" shouted Ash, running after her, holding one hand on his head to keep his cap from, flying away.
"Hey! Wait for me!" Shouted Tracey, as he ran after the two younger trainers.
All of them were unaware of the small pink creature following them.
***
Brock stepped back into the house at the end of the drive on Valencia Island. He untied the apron that he'd forgotten to take off when he went outside, and he hung it on a hook in the kitchen pantry (which, thanks to him, was spotless and organized). Thoughts of Ash and Misty still hung on his mind. He didn't even have the energy to hit on Professor Ivy. (To all you Brock fans: sorry! I just HAD to add that). And then…an unexpected sound, coming from the other room. A scratchy voice, that belonged to a young boy.
could it be…
"Brock!" shouted Professor Ivy, "You have a telephone call!"
Brock immediately ran into the other room, where Professor Ivy was sitting at the video phone. She glanced at him, and stood up, allowing for him to sit in the chair, before she left the room.
"Hey! Brock-o!"
"Ash! Misty! I've been thinking about you guys a lot lately!" exclaimed Brock.
"Yeah, we've been all over the orange islands." Said Ash
"Yeah, and every phone call we've had, we've called professor Oak." Added Tracey
Brock blinked, "Um…hi. Just who are you?"
"Oh, this is Tracey! We met him on Tangelo Island." Said Ash
"Oh…that's good. Wouldn't want you and Misty out there by yourselves!" Said Brock, and he started laughing, causing Misty and Ash to blush, while Tracey joined in laughing.
"Anyway, we decided to call you and see how things were going with Professor Ivy." Said Misty
"Things are going great…but…I've kinda been having this weird Dream…probably just overworked." He said
"Ah, well, dreams a dream. And they're not real, so you don't have worry about them cuz…they're…well…Dreams." Said Ash
Misty and Tracey hit the ground, with an Anime-style thud, and Brock sweat dropped, "Yeah you're right." he said, with a light chuckle
"Brock, hate to cut it short, but the operator just told us to deposit another 50 cents, which, we don't have!" Said Ash.
"Alright. I'll let you go! Good-bye guys!" he said, "bye Bro—" they started, but the screen went blank in the middle of the statement.
Brock smiled, as he set the receiver back into the cradle on the side of the screen.
glad to know they're alright…
***
"Aw Great! We didn't even get to finish our good-bye!" complained Misty, as she stared at the blank screen
"Well, he understands." Said Ash, as he set the receiver back in its cradle.
"Still…now what do we do?" asked Misty
"I dunno—WHA! Pikachu!" shouted Ash, as Pikachu jumped off his head, and began to run across the street to a hotdog stand.
A car started to zoom towards pikachu. Pikachu's eyes widened, as the car approached.
"PIKACHU, WATCH OUT!" Exclaimed Ash
Pikachu ran, and then, as the car approach, it pushed off the car, and went sailing through the air towards Ash. Ash reached his hands up at the fast approaching Pikachu, and caught it, sending them both flying backwards into a tree. Ash winced in pain, his eyes shut tightly. Familiar images flashed in front of his eyes.
Images of a large cat-like pokemon, blasting pikachu back. Ash leapt for Pikachu, and caught it, before skiddering along the ground
"Ash!"
Ash slwoly cracked his eyes, as he tried to catch his breath after having the wind knocked out of him. Misty was kneeled beside him, and Tracey was right beside her. "Ash, are you alright?!" she exclaimed.
"Yeah…" replied Ash, as Pikachu moved around in his lap.
"You sure?" Asked Tracey, "you were out cold there for a few seconds."
"I was?" he asked, as he shook his head, as if shaking away the feeling of sleep.
"Yeah…" said Misty, as Pikachu squirmed out of Ash's arms, and climbed onto his head.
"I'm okay now…how about you Pikachu? you okay?"
"Pika-chu!" exclaimed Pikachu.
"Ash…" Started Misty
"hm?" he asked
"Just before you woke up, you muttered something…what were you talking about?" she asked
"I…I don't know…" he said, and he continued walking, as if nothing were wrong.
***
Light flashed all around, blinding his vision. He wanted to scream, he wanted to shout. He saw the tears crawling out of Pikachu's eyes, as it attempted Its thunder shock attack one more time. Then, as the light cleared, he saw her sitting on the far side of the stadium. Tears in her eyes, as Brock attempted to comfort her. But nothing could stop her stone cold tears…He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry because he couldn't be near her…
And no tears formed. He was solid as stone…
***
Ash sat straight up, beads of sweat rolling down his neck. He wiped it with his hand, and pushed some of his hair out of his face. The lobby of the pokemon center was pitch black. He let his eyes adjust, as he scanned the room. His eyes fell on Misty. She appeared to be sleeping so peacefully. But he couldn't shake the weird feeling he had. He wiggled out of his sleeping bag, and went to the window. Outside, the rain poured down, drenching everything. He leaned his forehead against the glass. And yet…he could never wipe the sight of her tears from his head…
Her stone cold tears….
More images began to flash before his eyes. So quickly, it felt as though they were only flashes of light. He doubled over, one hand on his head, in absolute agony as memories started to flow…
Pikachu stirred from its sleep without the company of its trainer. As it twitched its ears, it glanced around the dark room. Ash let a small cry escape his throat, and Pikachu's head immediately turned towards him. Without even pausing Pikachu leapt off the couch, and over to it's trainer.
"Pika-pi! Pika-ka chu!" it exclaimed, and Misty began to stir in her sleep.
Ash's body trembled, as he opened his eyes to look at Pikachu. He struggled to speak.
"Pikachu….I'm scared…I don't what's going on…" he mumbled.
Slowly, Misty blinked her eyes open. Then, they came to set upon Ash. She sat up, concerned and confused
"Ash…are you okay?" she asked, still half asleep. She didn't wait for an answer, as she got up, and made her way over to him.
Ash looked up at Misty. The images had vanished, but he was still in a state of shock. He stuttered as he tried to speak
"I…you…Mewtwo…" he said franticly, but Misty only seemed more confused.
"Ash, what are you—" She started to say.
Before she could finish her statement, Ash threw his arms around her in a hug. He still trembled, and clung to her like a little boy would cling to his mother.
"Misty, I'm scared….I don't know what all these images are…" he cried, as tears rolled down his cheeks.
Misty wrapped her arms around him, and began to stroke his back, "It's alright Ash…I'm sure it was just, some kind of crazy dream." She said, but all the while, thoughts of her own nightmare taunted her
"No, Misty it was real…it was so real! I just know it happened!" he exclaimed, never looking up.
Misty just sat there, holding him, trying to comfort him, as the tear continued to roll down his face. She smiled, trying to make him feel at ease "Is it just me, or does this feel like de ja vu?"
Unfortunatly, it didn't help. She knew there was no convincing him that it was just a dream. Especially since…
She wasn't quite so sure herself.
***
In the morning, Tracey woke up at around 9:00, only to discover Ash and Misty were both missing. His eyes darted around the room, until they landed in the bay window at the far end of the lobby.
Misty leaned against a wall, while Ash had his arms around her, asleep in her lap. Needless to say, Tracey was just a bit freaked out by this. He rushed over to them, and shook them gently, "Hey, guys, time to wake up!" he said
Misty cracked open one of her eyes, and she stretched, followed shortly by Ash, who dug his fists into his eyes. Ash sat up, and noticed how close he was to Misty. "uh, sorry 'bout that Misty." He said, blushing slightly
"'bout what?" she asked
"Uh, nothing." He finished.
You could say the rest of the day went fairly smoothly and fairly normal. But Ash could never shake the feeling, the sight of those images…and those tears…
To Be Continued...