Proposal
.:Part 3; Escape:.
Misty had certainly heard Ash's desperate cry, but she also didn't need him to tell her to run! As soon as she saw the rough rocket, she bolted out the door. She was beginning to wish she had paid more attention to the surrounding areas as they had been driven to the restaurant. She had to find Brock and Pikachu – but where? Ignoring all the other rockets, she threw open the doors and ran for all she was worth, fully aware of the rocket right on her tail. That's right! Ash had mentioned Brock and Pikachu were shopping – she had to find them and she couldn't just run into some other restaurant. Somebody MUST see this guy tailing her and call the police, right? 'Of course, this is assuming I live long enough to see this happen.'
Misty winced. Her feet were killing her! Still running, she tore off her heels and threw as hard as she could at the oncoming rocket. 'Maybe these stupid heels can be useful after all!' It stopped him for a few seconds. Misty didn't stop. She kept running for all she was worth. "Where's the stupid shopping area!" She cried out desperately. All surrounding her was parking lots and more restaurants, which unfortunetly had even more parking lots with large plain areas so you can watch the small lake around the area. She was breathing hard now, but mostly because of adrenaline. She was suddenly thankful for all the times Ash had dragged her on some of his errands when he decided to walk instead of driving.
Finally, she saw more lights indicating a mall nearby. She only looked back briefly and could tell the rocket was gaining on her. With a burst of energy, she ran by the nearest store and cried out, "BROCK! PIKACHU! HEEEEEELP!"
Ash's chocolate eyes were wide and filled with worry. Would she be able to make it? Was this even a good idea? He closed his eyes for a moment, praying that no harm would come to Misty. He opened his eyes and he could see the rockets seething at him, especially Butch. "We have to leave soon, sir!" A lower rocket by him noted nervously. "If the brat actually gets somewhere, she could alert the police of what we're doing!"
Ash smiled proudly. That brat was his Misty! Even if she didn't get anywhere, he knew at least her big mouth would alert someone. No, she would get somewhere and be safe! He scolded himself.
Butch growled angrily. Ash noticed this. His job was done and he no longer needed to attract attention and he certainly didn't need all these rockets on him when he was pokemon-less. So, as quietly as he could, he tried to climb off the table unnoticed by all the rockets. "YOU!" He heard. He visibally cringed as all eyes went on him. He could almost feel the ground beneath him shake as Butch stomped angrily towards him. "YOU! IT'S ALWAYS YOU RUINING MY PLANS!" Butch ran up to him and punched Ash in the face. Ash reeled back in surprise and clutched his sore jaw. "I'LL MAKE YOU PAY!" Butch raged. He threw another punch, but Ash managed to dodge. "STAND STILL!" Butch's whole body shook with such rage he had stored up for Ash and his friends. Ash took a step back. He was no fighter, what was he supposed to do against an angry Butch?
"BUTCH!" Butch stopped and turned to the woman walking more calmly towards them. "Why don't we take him to the boss instead?" An evil grin was present on her face. "I'm sure he would LOVE to deal with the thorn in Team Rocket's side!"
Ash cringed again. Either way, this wasn't going to be good. Maybe he could still stall them and give Misty enough time to get to Brock and Pikachu.
"No!" Butch growled. His hands formed shaking fists held tightly at his side. "I want to deal with him myself! I've lost promotions because of him, I've had to suffer in jail because of him," He brought one fist up to shake it almost angrily at the memories, "and it's all because of him and those bratty friends of his!"
"Butch!" Cassidy shouted. "Get a hold of yourself! What would the boss think – "
"Oh, screw the boss!"
Cassidy's eyes widened in surprise; some of the rockets behind her stepped back in fear. Not only had they never seen Butch so angry before, but no one had ever dissed the boss as Butch had just done. Butch stood in the same position, his fists shaking with rage. He looked at Cassidy with determination shining in his eyes.
"I –WE should be the boss after all we've done!"
A timid, scared voice from behind Butch broke the momentary shocked silence, "Uh sir –"
Cassidy spoke as calmly and collectively as she could, ignoring the nervous rocket behind her. "You and I both know we would love to kill him, but think of our jobs, Butch. We could very well loose them if the boss found out." She took a step towards Butch and put a hand on his shaking shoulder. "Please, calm down!" A malicious grin spread on her face. "Who says we have to deliver him to the boss unharmed?"
Butch grinned at his partner. He swiveled around to face Ash. "Alri – HEY!" He turned left and right. Ash was nowhere to be seen. "WHERE'D HE GO!" Angrily, he turned back to the rest of the room who stared in awe at the scene. "WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME HE LEFT!"
The rocket that had spoken earlier finally found enough courage to speak again, "We tried to, sir, but you didn't listen."
Cassidy spun around and glared at the room. "ANYONE WHO TELLS ME WERE KETCHUM IS HIDING WON'T HAVE TO GIVE US ANYTHING!"
A few murmurs were heard around the room. Some shook their head defiantly, some shrugged, but both Cassidy and Butch noted with rage, some pointed to the kitchen which was sure to lead to the back door.
Ash didn't stop after he reached the back door. He could hear the rocket's confusion and yelling as they finally noticing that he was missing. He didn't waste any time getting out of there as quick as possible. He had snuck passed the guards holding the chiefs at gunpoint and finally reached the back door. He jerked it open and it hit the back wall with a 'bang'.
"STOP HIM!" He heard.
He ran up the ally way followed by three rockets. Two ran to catch up with him while the other stood by the door and reached behind him and pulled out a gun. He held it up and aimed.
Two shots from the gun echoed in the ally way like the thundering sound of a looming storm. A cry soon followed the gunshot and one man crumpled to the cold, hard ground.
"Look, Pikachu!"
Pikachu turned its head to see what Brock was pointed out. It was big, it was red, and it was calling his name. Pikachu squealed with delight. "PIKA!"
Brock laughed. "Tell you what," He leaned his head closer to Pikachu's twitching ear, almost whispering his plan, "if you help me get a girl's number, I'll buy you that nice, big, bottle of ketchup."
"PI!" Pikachu agreed immediately, it's little head quickly bobbed up and down. "Chu Pikachu!"
Suddenly Pikachu's head shot up and he sniffed the air. His ears twitched and he sat stone still on Brock's shoulder, concentrating on something.
Brock remained quiet and looked at Pikachu with a curious stare. "Pikachu…?" He ventured.
"PIKA!" Pikachu jumped from his perch on Brock's shoulder and ran from his precious ketchup bottle in the malls window.
Brock wasted to time in running after him. "What is it Pika – oh, excuse me," Why did the crowd have to suddenly show up? "sorry," Pikachu was fast! pardon me!" Brock pushed through more people, trying to keep an eye on the yellow ball of fur. "Pikachu wait up!"
Brock was quickly loosing sight of the small pokemon in the crowded mall area. Finally, he had lost him and stopped to examine the area. His eyes scanned the entire mall around him. He didn't see the small pokemon anywhere! Finally, he saw brief flash of yellow fur disappear behind a corner that led to the outside.
Brock began to run again, trying his best not to loose Pikachu this time.
Did you like? I think this is one of my better action fics, which is rather ironic because I didn't mean for it to be so much action.
