YUA: Ok, here we go again. I just wish I could finish this damn story
already. Not that I don't like it, it's just that I want to get to the
ending! I have the best ending chappies ideas in me head! It's driving me
crazy! Anyhow, here's da next story! Enjoy!
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It's Always Darkest Before Dawn
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Chapter 5: The First Lead...
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"Ash? Do you mind if we stay?"
"But why?! You don't need to!" Brock, Tracey, Richie, Jenkins, Jesse, and James were all in my house. They wanted to stay. They didn't trust me when I said this phrase: 'What would you do if I killed myself?!?'. I said that out of frustration and anger. But they didn't believe me.
"Besides, I don't even have enough room for you all!"
"Well, three of us can sleep in the living room, and the other three can sleep in the guest room, while you still have your own room." Now, I didn't have a comeback to THAT remark. It sounded sensible to me. I couldn't think of anything to shoot it down.
"Look, did you really think I was serious?" They all nodded their heads. I sighed in defeat.
"Fine, whatever. But you have to work out who's staying with who." Jesse and James was a given, but who would stay with them?
"We can work that out. Thanks for trusting us, Ash." Richie slapped me on the back. All of their stuff was in the corner of the room. They wouldn't take no for an answer, so they took the liberty of bringing all of their stuff anyway. I need some anti-lockpicking device or something. Jesse and James can pick any lock...
"Ok, guys, how about this," Brock took charge of doing the rooms.
"Jesse and James and Jenkins in the guest room." Brock thought this was ok.
"Oh, put all the 'J's' in one room, eh?" Jenkins said, sarcasm in his voice. Brock spoke up again.
"And Richie, Tracey, and Myself in the living room." Everyone nodded, content with the roommates.
"Ok, you guys. Look, I sometimes stay out late, so don't stay up, waiting for me to come home. And second, no making out. Got that?" I glared at Jesse and James.
"Of course not!" They both blushed, and everyone burst into laughter.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" James asked.
"There is a bed in the guest room."
"Oh."
"Here, catch!" Tracey threw Richie his sleeping bag.
"Hey!" The sleeping bag descended upon him, and he became tangled in the mess.
"Watch it, Tracey! Sheesh!" Tracey laughed and set up his sleeping bag on the floor, next to the couch. Brock to his sleeping bag and set it on the couch. Richie finally untangled himself, and placed his sleeping bag on the carpet.
"Ok, what does everyone want for dinner?" Brock asked this to the whole room.
"Pizza!" Richie licked his lips.
"A shot of whiskey and bourbon." I was half-joking, half-truthful.
"You're kidding, right Ash?" Jesse looked at me with a strange face.
"Maybe." Brock opened his mouth to say something, but Richie interrupted.
"We can have both! Whiskey and pizza!" I shrugged.
"Works for me."
"Somebody get the pizza place on the phone!" Richie ran over to the vidphone.
The pizza came, and we all chipped in for the price and delivery. I pulled out the whiskey and everyone wanted a shot, although, Jesse asked for some orange juice. Orange juice and pizza? That's a strange mix. But then again, so is whiskey and pizza.
"Who ordered the sausage?" I know I didn't.
"That would be me!" Richie yelled and snatched the piece away from me. I picked a pepperoni and took a bite. I look around. Brock, Jenkins, Jesse, James, Richie, and Tracey. They're all here because they care about me. To tell the truth, I think that the cheering up has finally begun to work. I'm still thinking about, and take another bite, when James turns on the T.V.
"James!" Jesse yells.
"You're supposed to ask first! It's common courtesy!"
"Oh c'mon! We're staying over! Besides, we're all life-long friends!" Life...long friends. That couldn't be anymore true.
"But-" I interrupt.
"Jesse, it's alright. My house is your house."
"Well, ok, if you say so." I look at Brock, who nods his head, and shoves a piece of cheese pizza into his mouth, crust and all.
"Damn, man! Chew your food!" Brock lets out a muffled laugh, but it stops abruptly. He makes a small grunting sound.
"Brock?" Tracey thought he was acting. He always did. Although, his face was turning blue...and he was pounding his chest so hard, he could've killed himself.
"Brock!" He pounds his chest one more time, and a piece of food comes out. Richie almost died laughing.
"That's not funny!" Brock was getting annoyed with Richie.
"I...I can't help it!" Were the words he managed to choke out before he resumed laughing. Amidst all the yelling and laughing I heard a low ringing. It was the phone.
"Alright, alright, keep it down, I gotta get the phone. Hope it's not the landlord." I proceeded to the vidphone and picked it up. As soon as I did, static appeared on the screen.
"What the hell?" Please, PLEASE, don't let it be broken. I really don't wanna buy another one.
"Ash Ketchum." There was no one the screen, but a voice was coming through.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Ash Ketchum."
"What do you want?! Who the fuck is this?!"
"Between the mart and the pokemoncenter. You'll find something of interest there."
"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!?" They hung up. Shit, that's gonna keep me from getting any sleep. Only one thing to do.
"Ash? Who was that?" Richie, out of breath, came in. I guess he heard my yelling.
"I don't know. Listen tell them I'm going out."
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Just tell them. I'll be back within the hour."
"Ok, but if you don't come back, we'll be out looking for you."
"Fine with me." I pulled my coat off the arm of a chair, and grabbed my magnum too. I put on a hat, to prevent anyone from seeing my face. Although, it was late at night. Who would be out at this ungodly hour? I went out the door.
The call keeps on replaying inside of my mind. The voice...the person could've used a voice scrambler. If he, or she, didn't, then their voice sounded young. It sounded like a man, but hell, who knows? Here it is. The pokemoncenter. Nurse Joy sees me in the window, and waves to me. She gets up from the desk, and comes out to greet me. I keep walking. She doesn't know what might happen.
"Nurse Joy, please. Go back inside. I don't know what might happen."
"What are you talking about?"
"Between the mart and the center is a thing supposed to be 'of interest'. Might be a trap, I dunno. But I don't want you getting hurt. Please. Go back inside."
"Ash, no. If you're at risk, it is my duty to watch you. Plus, I don't want you getting killed. Then, Misty won't be able to see you."
"I...but..."
"Like it or not, I'm coming with you."
"Fine, but stay close." She walks up to my side and starts walking with me. We turn into the alleyway between the center and the mart, and proceed all the way to the back. There is nothing. Nothing. Who was that? The person that called me? Damn, this is freaking me out.
"C'mon. Must have been a false alarm." Joy gives me a suspicious look, but complies. As we're walking out, I stop to look at something on the ground. It's a square, and it seems to be reflecting a little light. The glint is what caught my attention. I stop by it and Nurse Joy walks ahead. Upon closer inspection, I realize that it's a photograph. Of...of...I fall to my knees. It's a picture of Misty...with an...'X' through her face...Nurse Joy trots back to where I am, and puts her hands on my shoulder. She looks over my slumped figure to see what I'm looking at. She gasps. I drop the picture, the X'd Misty, which is carried away by the wind. What did it all mean? What connection did the caller and picture have? Did this mean...Misty was...d-d-dead? No. No! I wouldn't have it! I wouldn't believe it! I know she's still alive! She has to be! She just has to be!
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YUA::wipes eye:: Damn, man. I'm tearing. I hope I don't cause myself any deep-rooted depression. Although, this sorta comes naturally to me...writing depressing fics...god, I hope this 'gift' doesn't stick with me through my whole life. I'd like to write happy...bah, nevermind. Until next chappie! Cheerio, chap-chap!
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It's Always Darkest Before Dawn
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Chapter 5: The First Lead...
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"Ash? Do you mind if we stay?"
"But why?! You don't need to!" Brock, Tracey, Richie, Jenkins, Jesse, and James were all in my house. They wanted to stay. They didn't trust me when I said this phrase: 'What would you do if I killed myself?!?'. I said that out of frustration and anger. But they didn't believe me.
"Besides, I don't even have enough room for you all!"
"Well, three of us can sleep in the living room, and the other three can sleep in the guest room, while you still have your own room." Now, I didn't have a comeback to THAT remark. It sounded sensible to me. I couldn't think of anything to shoot it down.
"Look, did you really think I was serious?" They all nodded their heads. I sighed in defeat.
"Fine, whatever. But you have to work out who's staying with who." Jesse and James was a given, but who would stay with them?
"We can work that out. Thanks for trusting us, Ash." Richie slapped me on the back. All of their stuff was in the corner of the room. They wouldn't take no for an answer, so they took the liberty of bringing all of their stuff anyway. I need some anti-lockpicking device or something. Jesse and James can pick any lock...
"Ok, guys, how about this," Brock took charge of doing the rooms.
"Jesse and James and Jenkins in the guest room." Brock thought this was ok.
"Oh, put all the 'J's' in one room, eh?" Jenkins said, sarcasm in his voice. Brock spoke up again.
"And Richie, Tracey, and Myself in the living room." Everyone nodded, content with the roommates.
"Ok, you guys. Look, I sometimes stay out late, so don't stay up, waiting for me to come home. And second, no making out. Got that?" I glared at Jesse and James.
"Of course not!" They both blushed, and everyone burst into laughter.
"Whatever gave you that idea?" James asked.
"There is a bed in the guest room."
"Oh."
"Here, catch!" Tracey threw Richie his sleeping bag.
"Hey!" The sleeping bag descended upon him, and he became tangled in the mess.
"Watch it, Tracey! Sheesh!" Tracey laughed and set up his sleeping bag on the floor, next to the couch. Brock to his sleeping bag and set it on the couch. Richie finally untangled himself, and placed his sleeping bag on the carpet.
"Ok, what does everyone want for dinner?" Brock asked this to the whole room.
"Pizza!" Richie licked his lips.
"A shot of whiskey and bourbon." I was half-joking, half-truthful.
"You're kidding, right Ash?" Jesse looked at me with a strange face.
"Maybe." Brock opened his mouth to say something, but Richie interrupted.
"We can have both! Whiskey and pizza!" I shrugged.
"Works for me."
"Somebody get the pizza place on the phone!" Richie ran over to the vidphone.
The pizza came, and we all chipped in for the price and delivery. I pulled out the whiskey and everyone wanted a shot, although, Jesse asked for some orange juice. Orange juice and pizza? That's a strange mix. But then again, so is whiskey and pizza.
"Who ordered the sausage?" I know I didn't.
"That would be me!" Richie yelled and snatched the piece away from me. I picked a pepperoni and took a bite. I look around. Brock, Jenkins, Jesse, James, Richie, and Tracey. They're all here because they care about me. To tell the truth, I think that the cheering up has finally begun to work. I'm still thinking about, and take another bite, when James turns on the T.V.
"James!" Jesse yells.
"You're supposed to ask first! It's common courtesy!"
"Oh c'mon! We're staying over! Besides, we're all life-long friends!" Life...long friends. That couldn't be anymore true.
"But-" I interrupt.
"Jesse, it's alright. My house is your house."
"Well, ok, if you say so." I look at Brock, who nods his head, and shoves a piece of cheese pizza into his mouth, crust and all.
"Damn, man! Chew your food!" Brock lets out a muffled laugh, but it stops abruptly. He makes a small grunting sound.
"Brock?" Tracey thought he was acting. He always did. Although, his face was turning blue...and he was pounding his chest so hard, he could've killed himself.
"Brock!" He pounds his chest one more time, and a piece of food comes out. Richie almost died laughing.
"That's not funny!" Brock was getting annoyed with Richie.
"I...I can't help it!" Were the words he managed to choke out before he resumed laughing. Amidst all the yelling and laughing I heard a low ringing. It was the phone.
"Alright, alright, keep it down, I gotta get the phone. Hope it's not the landlord." I proceeded to the vidphone and picked it up. As soon as I did, static appeared on the screen.
"What the hell?" Please, PLEASE, don't let it be broken. I really don't wanna buy another one.
"Ash Ketchum." There was no one the screen, but a voice was coming through.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"Ash Ketchum."
"What do you want?! Who the fuck is this?!"
"Between the mart and the pokemoncenter. You'll find something of interest there."
"WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?!?" They hung up. Shit, that's gonna keep me from getting any sleep. Only one thing to do.
"Ash? Who was that?" Richie, out of breath, came in. I guess he heard my yelling.
"I don't know. Listen tell them I'm going out."
"Are you sure you're ok?"
"Just tell them. I'll be back within the hour."
"Ok, but if you don't come back, we'll be out looking for you."
"Fine with me." I pulled my coat off the arm of a chair, and grabbed my magnum too. I put on a hat, to prevent anyone from seeing my face. Although, it was late at night. Who would be out at this ungodly hour? I went out the door.
The call keeps on replaying inside of my mind. The voice...the person could've used a voice scrambler. If he, or she, didn't, then their voice sounded young. It sounded like a man, but hell, who knows? Here it is. The pokemoncenter. Nurse Joy sees me in the window, and waves to me. She gets up from the desk, and comes out to greet me. I keep walking. She doesn't know what might happen.
"Nurse Joy, please. Go back inside. I don't know what might happen."
"What are you talking about?"
"Between the mart and the center is a thing supposed to be 'of interest'. Might be a trap, I dunno. But I don't want you getting hurt. Please. Go back inside."
"Ash, no. If you're at risk, it is my duty to watch you. Plus, I don't want you getting killed. Then, Misty won't be able to see you."
"I...but..."
"Like it or not, I'm coming with you."
"Fine, but stay close." She walks up to my side and starts walking with me. We turn into the alleyway between the center and the mart, and proceed all the way to the back. There is nothing. Nothing. Who was that? The person that called me? Damn, this is freaking me out.
"C'mon. Must have been a false alarm." Joy gives me a suspicious look, but complies. As we're walking out, I stop to look at something on the ground. It's a square, and it seems to be reflecting a little light. The glint is what caught my attention. I stop by it and Nurse Joy walks ahead. Upon closer inspection, I realize that it's a photograph. Of...of...I fall to my knees. It's a picture of Misty...with an...'X' through her face...Nurse Joy trots back to where I am, and puts her hands on my shoulder. She looks over my slumped figure to see what I'm looking at. She gasps. I drop the picture, the X'd Misty, which is carried away by the wind. What did it all mean? What connection did the caller and picture have? Did this mean...Misty was...d-d-dead? No. No! I wouldn't have it! I wouldn't believe it! I know she's still alive! She has to be! She just has to be!
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YUA::wipes eye:: Damn, man. I'm tearing. I hope I don't cause myself any deep-rooted depression. Although, this sorta comes naturally to me...writing depressing fics...god, I hope this 'gift' doesn't stick with me through my whole life. I'd like to write happy...bah, nevermind. Until next chappie! Cheerio, chap-chap!