Disclaimer: Hey, ya know what, I don't own Pokemon. Who saw that coming?
Hello! Just to tell you before I go on I am deleting the chapter where I am whining my head off when I upload my next chapter! BTW I have decided that these ' ' (Apostrophes) will show thoughts/internal monologue. Pokemon translation is just,
"Pikapi Pikapi"
"Underneath the pokemon speak"
Butch looked at the Ash in contempt. The dagger stuck out of Ash's back at an angle, the hilt covered in red. Calmly, Butch walked over to him and yanked the dagger out of his back causing more external bleeding. The weapon had caused a deep gash in Ash's back, near the spine, so deep it was a slice right through his body. The point had gone through a lung and probably a rib or the sternum.
'I don't know how he did it, I mean, how he got rid of his bratty friends - they aren't of any use while he is dead but the brat's gone now. Right?' Butch tried convincing himself.
"Cassidy, tell the boss he's dead."
"Right away" She replied, hardly containing the glee of defeating Ash out of her voice while walking fast out of the room.
"You! Out in the corridor!" A guard turned to face Butch.
"Get some scientists together and tell them to perform an autopsy on him- I want to know what makes him tick. Take the brat out of my sight." The rocket came in and heaved Ash off the floor onto his shoulders. Ash's arms dangled at the back of the guard, which dripped red blood onto the floor.
"Watch the blood, I don't want the floor stained Y'know." Butch grunted uncaringly, showing no signs of remorse.
'Some how I don't think the brat's dead...' Shaking off the feeling of a bad omen, Butch strode off to his office.
"Pi..." Pikachu woke up to find himself in a Pokecentre on a comfy Pokebed.
"Pikapi Chu pi Kachu kapi... Pi Kachuchu Chu Pika pipi?"
"Ash! What's happened to him...? I think I missing something" he tried to remember what had happened but it was all fuzzy. He could just make out blue stuff and red stuff and then a white flash. Frantically, Pikachu jumped off the bed. Obviously he wasn't up to full health as he landed on his head. ' I feel like I was hurt...' Pikachu looked down at himself, it looked like he had a few bruises but they had healed. 'How did I get those...'
Pikachu bolted down the corridor, looking for Brock and Misty. Finally he came across a door that was ajar and peeped in.
"Pikachu!" Pikachu ran up to Brock and Misty and cuddled up to them when he noticed depressed faces looking at him.
"Where's Ash?"
"Pikapi..?" The memories came back.
"...But I don't know how you got away and how you got so few cuts from what had happened to you" Pikachu hadn't even noticed Nurse Joy in his distress. ' She must've been here talking before I came in...'
"I found you outside the Pokemon Centre unconscious," She continued, "It's lucky you got here, I was about to close..." Misty and Brock nodded.
"Pi..."
"Pikachu, do you know?" Misty asked softly
"Pikapipi Pika Chu Chu pikapi Kachu...Chu ka Chu Pikapi Pipi Pika Ka Chu Kachu..."
"Ash died but he saved us, because he...he said we were the best friends he ever had..."
Pikachu continued to babble out Pi's and Chu's until he sat down looking at the floor
Brock and Misty looked confused at Pikachu, not knowing what he had said. They both knew it was bad. Somehow. But they didn't know what.
"Pikachu, we don't know what you've said but we're going to find Ash"
"Pikapi Pi..."
"Ash's dead..."
He sullenly watched Nurse Joy, Brock and Misty make preparations to search for Ash.
Butch hummed a little tune as he tided away his paperwork. Now that brat was gone he didn't have as much on his mind. He was interrupted by a knock at the door and a scientist bursting in. The scientist exhausted and he looked like he'd seen a ghost from his pale, pale face.
"Sir! Sorry to burst in on you but - but -" The panting scientist blurted out.
"Spit it out!"
"The patient..."
"Yes..."
"He... he...he's..."
"You're trying my patience..." Butch warned.
"He's alive..."
"WHAT?!?" The scientist shrank back in fear at the anger of his superior. He was even more afraid than when the test subject woke up. Gulping, the scientist stammered out his last sentence,
"A-and he's just d-destroyed half the l-lab"
"Oh..."
Sorry this chapter was short! The next will be *hopefully* longer and I will *Hopefully* upload it quicker than the other chapters. Anyway read and review!
Hello! Just to tell you before I go on I am deleting the chapter where I am whining my head off when I upload my next chapter! BTW I have decided that these ' ' (Apostrophes) will show thoughts/internal monologue. Pokemon translation is just,
"Pikapi Pikapi"
"Underneath the pokemon speak"
Butch looked at the Ash in contempt. The dagger stuck out of Ash's back at an angle, the hilt covered in red. Calmly, Butch walked over to him and yanked the dagger out of his back causing more external bleeding. The weapon had caused a deep gash in Ash's back, near the spine, so deep it was a slice right through his body. The point had gone through a lung and probably a rib or the sternum.
'I don't know how he did it, I mean, how he got rid of his bratty friends - they aren't of any use while he is dead but the brat's gone now. Right?' Butch tried convincing himself.
"Cassidy, tell the boss he's dead."
"Right away" She replied, hardly containing the glee of defeating Ash out of her voice while walking fast out of the room.
"You! Out in the corridor!" A guard turned to face Butch.
"Get some scientists together and tell them to perform an autopsy on him- I want to know what makes him tick. Take the brat out of my sight." The rocket came in and heaved Ash off the floor onto his shoulders. Ash's arms dangled at the back of the guard, which dripped red blood onto the floor.
"Watch the blood, I don't want the floor stained Y'know." Butch grunted uncaringly, showing no signs of remorse.
'Some how I don't think the brat's dead...' Shaking off the feeling of a bad omen, Butch strode off to his office.
"Pi..." Pikachu woke up to find himself in a Pokecentre on a comfy Pokebed.
"Pikapi Chu pi Kachu kapi... Pi Kachuchu Chu Pika pipi?"
"Ash! What's happened to him...? I think I missing something" he tried to remember what had happened but it was all fuzzy. He could just make out blue stuff and red stuff and then a white flash. Frantically, Pikachu jumped off the bed. Obviously he wasn't up to full health as he landed on his head. ' I feel like I was hurt...' Pikachu looked down at himself, it looked like he had a few bruises but they had healed. 'How did I get those...'
Pikachu bolted down the corridor, looking for Brock and Misty. Finally he came across a door that was ajar and peeped in.
"Pikachu!" Pikachu ran up to Brock and Misty and cuddled up to them when he noticed depressed faces looking at him.
"Where's Ash?"
"Pikapi..?" The memories came back.
"...But I don't know how you got away and how you got so few cuts from what had happened to you" Pikachu hadn't even noticed Nurse Joy in his distress. ' She must've been here talking before I came in...'
"I found you outside the Pokemon Centre unconscious," She continued, "It's lucky you got here, I was about to close..." Misty and Brock nodded.
"Pi..."
"Pikachu, do you know?" Misty asked softly
"Pikapipi Pika Chu Chu pikapi Kachu...Chu ka Chu Pikapi Pipi Pika Ka Chu Kachu..."
"Ash died but he saved us, because he...he said we were the best friends he ever had..."
Pikachu continued to babble out Pi's and Chu's until he sat down looking at the floor
Brock and Misty looked confused at Pikachu, not knowing what he had said. They both knew it was bad. Somehow. But they didn't know what.
"Pikachu, we don't know what you've said but we're going to find Ash"
"Pikapi Pi..."
"Ash's dead..."
He sullenly watched Nurse Joy, Brock and Misty make preparations to search for Ash.
Butch hummed a little tune as he tided away his paperwork. Now that brat was gone he didn't have as much on his mind. He was interrupted by a knock at the door and a scientist bursting in. The scientist exhausted and he looked like he'd seen a ghost from his pale, pale face.
"Sir! Sorry to burst in on you but - but -" The panting scientist blurted out.
"Spit it out!"
"The patient..."
"Yes..."
"He... he...he's..."
"You're trying my patience..." Butch warned.
"He's alive..."
"WHAT?!?" The scientist shrank back in fear at the anger of his superior. He was even more afraid than when the test subject woke up. Gulping, the scientist stammered out his last sentence,
"A-and he's just d-destroyed half the l-lab"
"Oh..."
Sorry this chapter was short! The next will be *hopefully* longer and I will *Hopefully* upload it quicker than the other chapters. Anyway read and review!