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YUA: First of all, for the benefit of the story, I think it is best if I clear something up: NO, it is not the people they busted in "Ash Ketchum & Misty Waterflower: Private Eyes". I say this because if you go through the whole story thinking you know who the bad guy is, then where's the fun? Just wanted to clear that up...Oh! The rest of the story is going to be from Ash's POV!! Ok! Enjoy!
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It's Always Darkest Before Dawn
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Chapter 1: 4 months
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4 months. 4 months since I last saw her. 4 months since I last touched her smooth skin and saw her gentle face. 4 months since I last gazed into her cerulean eyes. 4 months since I last saw...Misty. I, Ash Ketchum, have succumbed to a depression. Hell, who wouldn't? But this...this is different. I've become weak. I haven't been eating much. Been staying out late, wandering aimlessly around the city, as if looking for some sort of miracle. I still remember the that one night...
**FLASHBACK**
"Who the hell-? Get away from me!"
"Misty?!" Ash called from downstairs, but was already going up.
BAM!
A gunshot.
"MISTY!"
**END FLASHBACK**
I can still hear that shot ringing through my head. It's sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it. A lot of friends have been trying to cheer me up. Brock, Tracey, Richie, even Jesse and James, just to name a few. Despite this, I still can't seem to pull out of this depression that is holding me with an iron fist.
I've been drinking a lot, trying to escape into my own world. You can't feel anything or understand anything when you're drunk. It's sort of like a high, but then there's the hang-over, and then you remember everything. It's not easy to be in this position. I hate it. There is no excuse for what God has done to me, or to Misty, for that matter. It's not right. It's unforgivable.
"The search still continues for Ash Ketchum's wife, Misty Waterflower, who has now been missing for at least 4 months. Officials have had no luck in locating her, and her abductor remains at large."
I looked at the TV in the display window as I passed it. Damn media. I hate them too. They don't feel what I feel. If I was just some random Joe Blow, they wouldn't care if my wife was missing. It's all because I'm a former Pokemon Master. That pisses me off so much. They say these things just for their damned rating. Well, you know what I say? Screw them. Hell, I'll bet they don't even know what her voice sounds like. Of course they don't. A voice doesn't help them get ratings. I still remember her voice...it tears me apart. I can't help but cry, even if I'm just thinking of her. I...there I go again, crying. I wipe away the tears, and yet they still keep on coming. Although, thinking of her does make me calm, in a way.
Here it is. My escape. The bar. I walked in, and heads turned to look at who has intruded upon their little 'happy' hour. But as soon as they see who it is, they know not to make much of it. Last time I was caught crying, some guy came up to me and started talking like an idiot. Being real rude. He ended up on the other side of the bar unconscious with seven teeth missing and a broken nose. He still comes here, but steers clear of me. I sit down, and the bartender slides a shot of vodka down to my seat. I can't wait to get it down my throat. Having that fizzling feeling going down into my stomach. I take it all in. All of it, down in one swig. The bartender knows this has been another hard day for me, so he takes the courtesy of sliding six more shots down to me. All this constant drinking has given me a lot of endurance. I can go for 18 drinks without going out. I remember when it used to be I could only do five. After I finish every single one of them, the bartender slides another one to me, but I deny it. I guess I should start exhibiting a little self control. I say good-bye, and walk out.
It's gotten real dark real fast. I take a look at my watch. Real nice one, from Misty, given to me on my birthday. It's twelve thirty. Huh. Of course it's dark. It's always darkest before dawn. It started to rain, and quickly built up to a heavy down pour. I'm heading back to the house right now. It's like some sort of movie. There is nobody on the streets. I thinking of her voice and start to cry again, but its not really noticeable, due to the rain. I'm thinking of her, until I thought I heard her:
"Ash?! Oh God Ash, is that you?!" I turn around, to see a familiar red haired girl running towards me, with a ripped dress and no shoes. It was the same dress I saw her in when I last her. She had bruises all over, and a few scratches. Although, it looked sort of new...and torn on purpose...
"Oh, Ash! I've finally found you! I found you!" She ran up to me and buried her head into my chest. She was soaking wet from the rain, and my shirt absorbed most of the water. Despite all of this that was happening, I had absolutely no emotion on my face. I looked down and brought her chin up, revealing her face to me. She had the same eyes, same hair, same gentle face...as Misty. I reached my hand to her face to rub one of the bruises. She winces with pain as I do so. Was this Misty? Why would she suddenly turn up? The it hit me. It was so obvious.
"Hello...Duplica." She looked at me, and began to cry. I could tell, her tears had a distinct look to them.
"Ash? Duplica? But...it's me! Misty! Can't you tell?" I took her head out of my chest and began to walk off. That bitch. Here I am, my feelings in turmoil, and all she can do is try and take advantage of me? How heartless is that?
"You're not the woman I'm looking for. You best leave." My voice was stone cold, and it was meant to be hurtful. I turned around and started walking again.
"But, Ash...it's...it's me. It's Misty. Why can't you..." I could hear footsteps advancing towards me. I quickly turned around and pulled out my magnum. The barrel was leveled at her forehead.
"You think this is a fucking game, Duplica? Did you honestly think I wouldn't be able to tell the difference? You were seriously mistaken. You filthy whore...All you can do...is take advantage of people? Keep following me, and you'll end up with a bullet in your head." I really didn't like to talk this way. I mean, who does? But this was just disgusting. I put away my magnum, and turn around.
"I'll get you yet, Ashy-boy." I spin around again, and just glare at her with eyes that would've killed Misty.
"Don't call me that." There's a moment of silence between us, and a classic stand-off.
"What? Ashy-boy?" Her face turns into a wicked smile, and I can tell that she just wants a reaction out of me. And she got one. I take out my magnum once more and level it with her chest this time.
"You call me that once more, and I will blow your heart out."
"Yes, well, I can see you still care for Misty, but you of all people should know that she's never coming back." My hand is trembling, my trigger finger getting very itchy. I want to shoot her so bad. I can feel my finger pulling back on the trigger...
BAM!
Duplica and I stand there, dumbfounded. I didn't fire that shot.
BAM!
The next shot streaked through Duplica's hair, and she fell to the ground, too scared to move.
"C'mon!" I grabbed her wrist and sped off towards my house.
BAM! Another shot. Obviously a sniper.
"Either they're gunnin' for me and have very bad aim, or they're gunnin' for you!" A look of shock went across her face. I must say that I enjoyed it somewhat, but now was no time to make fun of her. Another shot rang out, and streaked through Duplica's hair again.
"It looks like they're gunnin' for you!" She now looked horrified, and started to run with me. One more shot was heard, and it struck the pavement next to her foot. The sniper must have a good field of vision. He's followed us, even after the distance we've run.
"In here! Turn!" She turned into an alley, as did I. It was riddled with boxes and dumpsters. We dove behind a dumpster, and another bullet hit the side of it, making a shrill ping sound. Two more shots rang out through the cold, wet air, and then there was silence. We waited for about 5 minutes. Nothing was heard. It was eerie.
"Well Duplica, you're on your own from here." She stared at me with the cutest face she could do.
"You can't leave me! There's a sniper out there!"
"He's not going for me."
"Fine! Go out and get shot! See if I care!"
"Ok." I walked out into the street. No bullets or gunfire. Either the sniper ran out of ammo, or he or she was gunning for Duplica. But why? I decided not to think about it. I head back to the house. I know Misty isn't dead. She can't be. We haven't had our chance yet. We still need our chance...
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YUA: That chapter was fun to write! Don't get me wrong, I think Misty and Duplica are both hot, but Duplica seems to have that 'bad-girl' attitude. Until next chapter, readers! See ya!
YUA: First of all, for the benefit of the story, I think it is best if I clear something up: NO, it is not the people they busted in "Ash Ketchum & Misty Waterflower: Private Eyes". I say this because if you go through the whole story thinking you know who the bad guy is, then where's the fun? Just wanted to clear that up...Oh! The rest of the story is going to be from Ash's POV!! Ok! Enjoy!
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It's Always Darkest Before Dawn
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Chapter 1: 4 months
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4 months. 4 months since I last saw her. 4 months since I last touched her smooth skin and saw her gentle face. 4 months since I last gazed into her cerulean eyes. 4 months since I last saw...Misty. I, Ash Ketchum, have succumbed to a depression. Hell, who wouldn't? But this...this is different. I've become weak. I haven't been eating much. Been staying out late, wandering aimlessly around the city, as if looking for some sort of miracle. I still remember the that one night...
**FLASHBACK**
"Who the hell-? Get away from me!"
"Misty?!" Ash called from downstairs, but was already going up.
BAM!
A gunshot.
"MISTY!"
**END FLASHBACK**
I can still hear that shot ringing through my head. It's sends shivers down my spine just thinking about it. A lot of friends have been trying to cheer me up. Brock, Tracey, Richie, even Jesse and James, just to name a few. Despite this, I still can't seem to pull out of this depression that is holding me with an iron fist.
I've been drinking a lot, trying to escape into my own world. You can't feel anything or understand anything when you're drunk. It's sort of like a high, but then there's the hang-over, and then you remember everything. It's not easy to be in this position. I hate it. There is no excuse for what God has done to me, or to Misty, for that matter. It's not right. It's unforgivable.
"The search still continues for Ash Ketchum's wife, Misty Waterflower, who has now been missing for at least 4 months. Officials have had no luck in locating her, and her abductor remains at large."
I looked at the TV in the display window as I passed it. Damn media. I hate them too. They don't feel what I feel. If I was just some random Joe Blow, they wouldn't care if my wife was missing. It's all because I'm a former Pokemon Master. That pisses me off so much. They say these things just for their damned rating. Well, you know what I say? Screw them. Hell, I'll bet they don't even know what her voice sounds like. Of course they don't. A voice doesn't help them get ratings. I still remember her voice...it tears me apart. I can't help but cry, even if I'm just thinking of her. I...there I go again, crying. I wipe away the tears, and yet they still keep on coming. Although, thinking of her does make me calm, in a way.
Here it is. My escape. The bar. I walked in, and heads turned to look at who has intruded upon their little 'happy' hour. But as soon as they see who it is, they know not to make much of it. Last time I was caught crying, some guy came up to me and started talking like an idiot. Being real rude. He ended up on the other side of the bar unconscious with seven teeth missing and a broken nose. He still comes here, but steers clear of me. I sit down, and the bartender slides a shot of vodka down to my seat. I can't wait to get it down my throat. Having that fizzling feeling going down into my stomach. I take it all in. All of it, down in one swig. The bartender knows this has been another hard day for me, so he takes the courtesy of sliding six more shots down to me. All this constant drinking has given me a lot of endurance. I can go for 18 drinks without going out. I remember when it used to be I could only do five. After I finish every single one of them, the bartender slides another one to me, but I deny it. I guess I should start exhibiting a little self control. I say good-bye, and walk out.
It's gotten real dark real fast. I take a look at my watch. Real nice one, from Misty, given to me on my birthday. It's twelve thirty. Huh. Of course it's dark. It's always darkest before dawn. It started to rain, and quickly built up to a heavy down pour. I'm heading back to the house right now. It's like some sort of movie. There is nobody on the streets. I thinking of her voice and start to cry again, but its not really noticeable, due to the rain. I'm thinking of her, until I thought I heard her:
"Ash?! Oh God Ash, is that you?!" I turn around, to see a familiar red haired girl running towards me, with a ripped dress and no shoes. It was the same dress I saw her in when I last her. She had bruises all over, and a few scratches. Although, it looked sort of new...and torn on purpose...
"Oh, Ash! I've finally found you! I found you!" She ran up to me and buried her head into my chest. She was soaking wet from the rain, and my shirt absorbed most of the water. Despite all of this that was happening, I had absolutely no emotion on my face. I looked down and brought her chin up, revealing her face to me. She had the same eyes, same hair, same gentle face...as Misty. I reached my hand to her face to rub one of the bruises. She winces with pain as I do so. Was this Misty? Why would she suddenly turn up? The it hit me. It was so obvious.
"Hello...Duplica." She looked at me, and began to cry. I could tell, her tears had a distinct look to them.
"Ash? Duplica? But...it's me! Misty! Can't you tell?" I took her head out of my chest and began to walk off. That bitch. Here I am, my feelings in turmoil, and all she can do is try and take advantage of me? How heartless is that?
"You're not the woman I'm looking for. You best leave." My voice was stone cold, and it was meant to be hurtful. I turned around and started walking again.
"But, Ash...it's...it's me. It's Misty. Why can't you..." I could hear footsteps advancing towards me. I quickly turned around and pulled out my magnum. The barrel was leveled at her forehead.
"You think this is a fucking game, Duplica? Did you honestly think I wouldn't be able to tell the difference? You were seriously mistaken. You filthy whore...All you can do...is take advantage of people? Keep following me, and you'll end up with a bullet in your head." I really didn't like to talk this way. I mean, who does? But this was just disgusting. I put away my magnum, and turn around.
"I'll get you yet, Ashy-boy." I spin around again, and just glare at her with eyes that would've killed Misty.
"Don't call me that." There's a moment of silence between us, and a classic stand-off.
"What? Ashy-boy?" Her face turns into a wicked smile, and I can tell that she just wants a reaction out of me. And she got one. I take out my magnum once more and level it with her chest this time.
"You call me that once more, and I will blow your heart out."
"Yes, well, I can see you still care for Misty, but you of all people should know that she's never coming back." My hand is trembling, my trigger finger getting very itchy. I want to shoot her so bad. I can feel my finger pulling back on the trigger...
BAM!
Duplica and I stand there, dumbfounded. I didn't fire that shot.
BAM!
The next shot streaked through Duplica's hair, and she fell to the ground, too scared to move.
"C'mon!" I grabbed her wrist and sped off towards my house.
BAM! Another shot. Obviously a sniper.
"Either they're gunnin' for me and have very bad aim, or they're gunnin' for you!" A look of shock went across her face. I must say that I enjoyed it somewhat, but now was no time to make fun of her. Another shot rang out, and streaked through Duplica's hair again.
"It looks like they're gunnin' for you!" She now looked horrified, and started to run with me. One more shot was heard, and it struck the pavement next to her foot. The sniper must have a good field of vision. He's followed us, even after the distance we've run.
"In here! Turn!" She turned into an alley, as did I. It was riddled with boxes and dumpsters. We dove behind a dumpster, and another bullet hit the side of it, making a shrill ping sound. Two more shots rang out through the cold, wet air, and then there was silence. We waited for about 5 minutes. Nothing was heard. It was eerie.
"Well Duplica, you're on your own from here." She stared at me with the cutest face she could do.
"You can't leave me! There's a sniper out there!"
"He's not going for me."
"Fine! Go out and get shot! See if I care!"
"Ok." I walked out into the street. No bullets or gunfire. Either the sniper ran out of ammo, or he or she was gunning for Duplica. But why? I decided not to think about it. I head back to the house. I know Misty isn't dead. She can't be. We haven't had our chance yet. We still need our chance...
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YUA: That chapter was fun to write! Don't get me wrong, I think Misty and Duplica are both hot, but Duplica seems to have that 'bad-girl' attitude. Until next chapter, readers! See ya!