Author's humble
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I am not sure what it is, good or bad, as an "author and or writer" I am continuingly effected by the events of every day life and how it effects my work is similar. I have no clue if this is good or bad as I said. But it does happen. On ff.net people compose such things as too what they think of, as too what they encounter. Whatever the source for this 'communities' thrive be it comedy, tragedy, romance, what not. Most have one goal, even if it's small and "would be nice" or a serious matter of weather or not to pursue a certain path. To have a random person truthfully approve of their effort and to an extent be inspired to laugh, cry, think, or just live. This being my first story to expose to the power of the World wide web I hope to grow to a point where more people know that the Conductor only smiles with joy at the end of the symphony by reflecting the musicians glow when they receive the ever awaited standing ovation… and hopefully I just made any kind of sense….anyway,
By far I know my story has not been the best AAMRN, or best anything for that matter. Because I believe that the story is only as good as what you put into it. I truly believe I didn't put enough into this work. I started it fairly long ago, two years I think. Getting through the emotional parts of it only but at that time I have never heard of ff.net. I think I have grown just a tad since then, in many aspects. And I wish I could of put more into this. But, now I know where I am, and when my next story comes around, I will know with the urge to give it all I have. Hopefully I will really write something some day.
Until then …. Chapter 8 J.
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'Once you come so
desperately close to loosing someone, the feeling is never misplaced. Only so
often does a single person want something so bad it becomes a spiritual need.
The pleading heart of a true love, magically answered in spontaneity is beyond
blissful surprise. So surprising it mutates to fear of simply imagining the
miracle. Naturally humans with a certain fear seek comfort. This comfort can
only be fond next to the soul of the cause, in literal terms. Escaping death is
not something you as a race have ever kept to its self. It's the right of the
purist love of one for another, to only feel what is and always will be the
same actions. The love to escape death, to plead to replace ones self with the
endangered, or doomed. In the end, when all the pleading and heart shattering
feelings have nearly consumed the owner, at the last conceivable second, they
are answered and all is well. Behold the blissful surprise. To see such a
hopeless prayer answered isn't something that happens every day. It seems to
catch you in disbelief for the rest of your life, on the verge of phobia. Which
is exactly the fear that subsides when you see Ash, right Misty?'
Like whispers in a dream,
the words were absorbed in Misty's dazed mind. Unbeknown to her she had been
released from the control of Mew and Mewtwo. Leaving her in a conscious but not
so state. She could feel her body breath, and the perspiration cooling on her
face, un-like a true dream, but her mind was held before the verge of full
awaking by an unknown force. Not fully understanding what was going on she
pushed aside any doubts and forcefully gained full consciousness.
'What about Ash?' She recalled
the closing remark of the invading message pulling a hand to her closed eyes.
The effect of the mysterious message was taking her emotion. She had a deep
urge to break into tears. The thought of Ash leaving her returned once again,
it was the unmistakable fear of the messages mention. Knowing that the word fortunate didn't come close to describing
what she had been with Ash. About what was the question. She felt like she
could grasp it, along with the idea some one or something was defiantly going
to show her.
"Misty?" Some thing so soft
and so quiet whispered just above her. A feeling set off in the center of her
body, a sensation that she knew all to well was the heavenly bite of love. She
felt a hand caress a lone strand of hair from her cheek. Dispersing a held
breath as tears started to fall from her eyes she looked up to the person who
was holding the upper half of her body from the floor.
"Ash." she replied just as
soft. Feeling his immediate response of arms closing tenderly around her
shoulders and head.
'This is the fear, why?
Why now?'
She mentally shook the
thought off in order to tend to her burning need for comfort. She held the side
of his face gently melting in the feel of his embrace diminishing her nearly
forced terror.
"Are
you alright?" he asked shakily. She nodded in response, noticing tears in his
eyes when she looked at him.
"What
is it?" she questioned softly.
"You,
you were taken over. By those two, things, and when they released you I had no
idea about what was going to happen. Then, " it seemed he had to pause in order
not to break down completely. She was sure she felt him shake as if trying to
stop a deep certain, horror. That or he had been over taken by it. "I heard this message."
He
looked into to her eyes to see a flash of shock. They had booth heard the same
thing? That means he had the fear, the same as her. Blood rushed to her cheeks
uncontrollably. She knew how much she really loved him, but to know that he returned
so fully. He saw the blush on her face appear then fade. He looked slightly
perplexed before finally realizing they had shared the all to truthful message.
"You
heard it too?" He asked in slight awe.
She
shook her head in reply correcting him "I felt it too. Ash," Slowly she caught
his lips tenderly with her own. Not knowing what was going to happen, or what
once happened. The only thing that could ease the clash of their heart made
nightmare was heart felt love. Misty sensed how much worse Ash's fear might
have been if he heard the message in full consciousness, and observed her
state. He took it as a possible threat as to never see her again. Realizing
this she forebode their kiss to end, because she could feel his continuing
relief. But breath helped win her over.
Unwillingly
she ended their kiss,
"I
love you." They impulsively spoke together. A warm smile and a soft chuckle
following from them both not short after. Ending their moment in another soft
kiss they then looked at their soundings together.
A cell, an uncomplicated
cell, but in a marble style. Marble, like all other things they remembered
before Misty had been taken. Marble bars, floor, looking up provided no ceiling
except for the one far overhead. A cell with no cover, but behind them sat
Brock and Pikachu holding their chin in their hands watching the two. They mock
cried and stared at them.
"While you two were occupied
the cell walls appeared and the two pokemon said something about observing for
a while then went off."
'But I defiantly wouldn't
mind paying eight bucks for a romance like this.' Pikachu added as it wiped its
eyes with its tale.
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Elsewhere from the large
chamber holding the cell in the center, two creatures watched.
'I think they have passed,
any doubts?' Mewtwo questioned its comrade as it viewed the group from a
screen. Mew shook its head and smiled happily.
'Good we shall prepare for
the session.'
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"Observe what?" Misty asked
as she sat up next to Ash.
'Gee, I dunno, us maybe?'
Pikachu commented rolling its eyes with a playful grin.
"Yeah but haven't they
really done enough of that? I mean with the stuff they did with Brock and Misty
and all," freezing any motion the group stared at nothing; everyone had been
intervened with, excluding Ash. What was to become of his "observation"?
Unexpectedly the marble cell
swirled away to nothing. Leaving them free to roam the area, if they had the
courage.
'Are you all prepared now?'
came the "voice" of the elusive Mewtwo.
Whipping their look to their
left they took in the sight of the two pokemon once again.
They stood in a firm line
turning to face the creatures. Misty intertwined her fingers with Ashes. His
hard glare to the pokemon lightened as he moved his eyes to look at hers. She
gave him a look of confidence and love, lightly squeezing his hand she slowly
mouthed the words that gave him the strength she knew he needed to answer them.
I'll never leave you
.
He grinned in response with
soft eyes. He held their entwined hands up between them, his sight focused on
their hold then too her eyes. Misty grinned back and nodded returning her look
to the beings.
'Even if you leave me
first, I'll be with you Ash.' She
thought to her self closing her eyes to rid them of the stinging tears. 'Forever.'
"What exactly are you
planning to do with us Mewtwo?"
'Do not worry, I plain doing
the same to all of you, but you your self holds a unique place in its
occurrence.' It stated replying to Ash. Misty took a step forward not letting
go of the cherished hand of the one she loved.
"Why are you doing
this? What did we do to be lead here?"
She spoke growing with exasperation insinuated with fear.
'In a few moments all your questions
will be answered and rested.' Mewtwo assured moving his Martian hand to gesture
to the large black glass doors they had noticed earlier.
'You better not mean
eternally.' Pikachu glared in front of the group.
Mewtwo nearly chuckled,
'Watch for your self, one full of energy, no relation to eternal anything lies
ahead. But in order to confirm reason behind the events of this day you must
take heed to us. If you please.' Mewtwo finished as it signified to the group
to walk towards the vast doors.
Vigilantly the three humans
and one pokemon walked toward the doors, the two more alien pokemon followed
behind floating in their clouds of blue and pink.
Approaching nearer to the
doors they slowly opened reveling, yet again more marble finished interior, and
more large arches around the perimeter of the room. But held in the center was
a peculiar arrangement of circular raisings in the floor. Three smaller ones
facing a larger one in a half circle, but only three smaller ones. It was easy to do the math, Pikachu would be
held from whatever was to happen Ash, Misty, and Brock. It looked to its owner
apprehensively. Ash looked to Mew and Mewtwo.
"What are you going to do to
Pikachu?" He asked.
'Unfortunately I can't do
anything. It is not of human physical characteristics, there for I cannot
interfere with it. Now if you will take your places on the raised portion of
the floor. Youngest to oldest.'
"Why?"
'Yet another question,
oldest of its kind. I will be sure to answer it as well soon as we are able.'
Mewtwo and Mew moved above the large circle, watching the three friends follow
their manner boarding their separate circles. Pikachu went in the middle of
them and stepped back until it could view all of its friends in its view. It
stood there and kept avid watch of its family unit. At the same time it was
careful not to disregard any movement from the creatures located behind it.
'Ah, now to show you the
answer to your questions, why Ash here is so important to us, where you are,
why you are here, and oh of course; what we did.'
"Show us?" Brock queried
unsure.
'Yes as in depict in a
mental form, or in other words envision all we need to show you three through
our psychic powers.'
"Envision? As in the
future?" Brock asked again. Misty answered for him slowly in thought.
"No, was to be, they are
going to show us some thing in the past that we have no clue about now."
'Close Misty, o so close.
But one of you has already remembered a large portion, or should I say dreamt?'
"Dreamt?" Ash and Brock
spoke together, before realizing what Misty had the moment Mewtwo had "spoken"
the word.
The now perturbed girl took
a step forward about to assault the creatures vocally and or physically, but
before she could escape her circle Mewtwo and Mew acted quickly, bringing their
paws out full length then at the same moment clasping them together directly in
front of them producing a blue and pink light.
'Let us begin.'
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Hey again, I hope this was a decent chapter, as you probably guessed, second to last of my story. I don't know weather or not I have convinced anyone to check back for anything else I write, but if I did, Thanks J. R+R plz.
Also, if you have any questions, because I know that some times I don't really make to much clear sense. ;)
