Proposal

Part 4; Rescue

Misty was getting tired. Her breath was ragged and her running was slowing down. Sweat dripped off her face smearing the make-up she had ever-so carefully put on just an hour or so before. She wiped her forehead with her wrist. Apparently if she lived through this, she needed to work out more - unlike the rocket behind her who was rapidly gaining on her. Misty looked around, still trying to find Pikachu. She yelled again. "BRO-"

Before she could attract any more attention, the rocket had finally reached her and pulled her out of the shopping entrance. He grabbed her dress and threw her against the wall. Anger flashed in his cold blue eyes. He dragged the struggling Misty into a crack between stores and threw her to the ground. Misty scrambled to her feet and glared at the rocket, her feet poised to run at any second. The rocket growled at her. "You're more trouble than your're worth, brat."

Misty smirked. "Why thank-you. That means so little coming from you!"

The rocket snarled and reached into his jacket to pull out a shiny, very sharp knife. Misty's eyes widened in fear and a gasp escaped her lips. She fell back a few steps and looked around franticly. Walls, walls, and more walls! The only escape was blocked by a smirking rocket who held a knife, ready to strike. He took a step toward her, enjoying the fear that was radiating from her. Misty tried to yell, really she did, but she couldn't find her voice. All she could manage was a small, "Help…"

The rocket heard her and laughed. "Heh, no one is going to save you now, babe." He glanced her over. "If I didn't have a job to do, I'd take you home myself."

Misty's face scrunched up in disgust, her shock forgotten. She thought she was going to throw up at the thought of it, but since she was really too tired to gather up and liquid that was left inside her, she did the next best thing. Misty gathered as much saliva in her mouth as she could, and spit it all right at the rocket's face Misty smirked with satisfaction as memories flashed through her flushed brain. 'Looks like all the spitting Ash tried to teach me is finally paying off. The rocket angrily wiped the spit off with an annoyed swipe and without warning, ran up to her and pinned her against the wall. His body pressed against her as one hand held both her hands together above her head, while the other held the knife up to her neck.

"I dare you to do that again." He sneered. Misty could only shake in fear. The man snarled, his eyes narrowed with annoyance and said, "I don't have time for you." He pressed the knife up to her neck so that a little blood trickled down her neck. He licked his lips. Misty scrunched up her nose – he was enjoying the site of the dripping blood!

Misty watched him grin and pull back enough so he could dramatically thrust the knife into her heart. Misty closed her eyes tight. She really believed this was it. She saw images fly by her in her mind. She saw her sisters treating her like dirt, she saw herself fishing out of the river and catching Ash, she saw her playing with Togepi, she saw her first kiss, she saw many things, most involved Ash, then she saw him standing up on the table, giving himself up as a distraction so she could escape and get help. Tears streamed out of Misty's closed eyes. 'I'm sorry Ash.'

Suddenly there was a shout of surprise and one of anger from a totally different person. Everything was dull for a moment, then a small jolt of electricity caused her to open her eyes.

In front of Misty was the rocket on the ground with electricity was running through him. She turned her head slightly and saw Pikachu beside her shooting angry bolts into the rocket. Brock was running towards her, his mouth moving, saying something, but Misty couldn't quite understand what. When he finally reached her, he kicked the rocket away from her and hugged her to him. "You okay Misty?" He asked. He pulled her away with his arms supporting her shoulders to examine her. Her eyes were open and unfocused, but she seemed okay. Brock gave her a reassuring smile. "You look awful, but nothing serious."

Misty finally found it in her conscious mind to inspect herself and see what Brock was talking about. Her dress she was so proud of was torn in a few places where bruises where beginning to form. She could tell already tomorrow was NOT going to be fun. She felt behind her head and noticed nice conditioned hair no longer fell in the right place. Her face was sticky – no down the mascara from when the tears had just fallen. She felt a warm liquid running down her neck, she only assumed to be her own blood.

"Pikachupi?" Misty looked down to see Pikachu looking up at her with concern shining in its beady eyes. Misty let herself sink down and smiled reasurringly at the pokemon "Hey Pikachu," she held out her arms and Pikachu willingly jumped into her embrace. "I'm okay." She hugged it to her. "Thank-you."

"PIKA!"

Brock frowned. "Misty, what happened, and where's Ash?"

Realization hit her. Misty's eyes shot open and she immediately stood up with Pikachu still in her arms. "We have to go get him Brock!" She cried, her voice filled with worry and desperation as she tried her best to explain in a calm manner. "Team Rocket took over the restaurant we were at! Ash told me to run and get you and the police while he distracted them, but he could be in trouble now!"

"PIKA!" Pikachu exclaimed. He hopped out of Misty's embrace and onto her shoulder. "PIKACHU PIKA!"

"Right! Let's go get him!" With Pikachu safely on her shoulder, Misty and Brock took off to the restaurant with Misty leading the way and Brock running after her telling her to slow down.

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