The Ones You Trust - Part 2

Ash stayed in his tent most of the day. Most of the times he was upset about something he'd talk to Pikachu, but he couldn't do that now.

When Pikachu tried to come in earlier, Ash ended up through his back-pack at Pikachu to get him out.

How could his best friend turn of him like that? How could all his Pokémon turn on him? What had he done that was so bad they attacked him until he blacked out?

Misty and Brock had tried to convince him that he was wrong, but he knew he had seen Pikachu and the others there in the woods.

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Pikachu was very upset about the whole thing. That shock he gave him was just a joke and he didn't seem so bad afterwards. He was so upset about the way Ash was acting he refused to eat anything, not even his favourite ketchup, which no longer looked as appitising as it once did to him.

All the other Pokémon were more confused than upset. Why was Ash so upset? The look in his eyes when he looked at them made them feel strange inside and it wasn't a nice feeling. Did he mean it when he said he hated them? No, he couldn't have. Or could he?

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Ash woke up the next morning. He was still a little sore and his left arm felt stiff, but he ignored it.

When he left the tent, the first this he saw was that his Pokémon were sitting by the lake, looking upset. Ash felt guilty, knowing he was the one who caused them to be so upset. He didn't like seeing them so upset. He sighed and was about to walk over to the Pokémon when he felt something stop him. He was still afraid of them, no matter what he thought of he couldn't go any closer to them. He eventually gave up and walked over to Brock and Misty.

Brock looked up at Ash. "Hey there, feeling any better?"

"A little" Ash replied.

"You know" Misty said glancing over at Pikachu, who was sitting a few metres away. "Pikachu's been worried about you"

Ash looked over at Pikachu. He wanted to go over to the Pokémon, but a phobia doesn't just disappear when someone snaps their fingers. He just sighed and looked at the ground.

Pikachu glanced back at Ash. "Pikapi?"

Ash looked over at Pikachu, but he quickly turned away, facing his back to Pikachu. "Just stay away from me" He whicpered just loud enough for Pikachu to hear.

Pikachu sighed and returned to his depressed state.

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That night Ash couldn't sleep. He kept thinking about the Pokémon. If they were so upset when he was afraid of them, why did they attack him in the first place?

The was a sudden bright light and the side of Ash's tent ripped open.

Ash jumped up and saw the Pikachu and the others were grinning, flames coming from Cyndaquil's back once again.

Ash didn't have to think twice. He jumped out of the tent and ran as fast as he could towards the forest. The sound's behind him told him the Pokémon were following.

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Misty sat up and yawned. "What was that?" She had heard a sound that had awoken her, but when she heard nothing but silence she shrugged and lay down to go back to sleep.

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Ash ran as hard as he could but he knew he wouldn't be able to outrun them. Still, his intincts and fear took over and he kept on running. Though the sound grew only a small bit every few seconds, Ash could tell the Pokémon were catching up to him. He dared a glance back.

Big mistake. As soon as he took his eyes off the path ahead of him he got he foot stuck in a tree root and tripped.

Ash looked up and saw Pikachu in front of him with an evil smile on his face. Then Ash noticed something as he looked into Pikachu's eyes. They were different, they didn't have that spark that they usually did.

Ash pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, not taking his eyes off Pikachu.

Pikachu's ears twitched and he turned around, still with the evil smile, to see Jessie, James and Meowth walk out from the shadows behind them.

Ash looked up at Team Rocket. What were they doing here?

Pikachu looked at Ash for a second before trotting over to Jessie.

Ash's eyes widened. "Pikachu? What are you doing?"

Pikachu jumped up onto Jessie's shoulder and looked down on Ash.

The rest of the Pokemon walked over and stood beside Team Rocket aswell.

"What's going on?" Ash questioned.

"Well looks like you fell for our trap Twerp. Well you see..." Jessie said crossing her arms.

"...for your information..." James continued.

"...these ain't your Pokémon" Meowth finished.

Ash looked from Jessie, to James, to Meowth and then the other Pokémon. "Wh-what do you mean?"

"Well you see, we decided you were to attached to your Pokémon, to close to leave them alone for too long" Meowth said.

"So we decided to change that. We got the boss to send us one of each of your Pokémon to trick you into thinking they were attacking you" James said.

"And as you can see, it worked" Jessie said. "Without a trainer to protect it, that Pikachu of yours will be ours for the taking. These Pokémon..." Jessie looked around at the Pokémon around her. "..are well trained and all, but yours are a little better. We had to spray paint the Noctowl to make it look like yours. Anyway, now we're going to dispose of you and take the Pokémon. Go everyone!"

The Pokémon leapt forward and began to shoot off there attacks.

Ash tried to get away, but there was no escape. He felt the fermilier pain shoot through him and collaped, to weak to move.

"Let's finish this" James said.

"Right" Jessie agreed. "I'll pick...Pikachu to finish you off"

The Pikachu stepped forward grinning and began to charge up to attack.

Ash didn't even try to move. How could he have treated his Pokémon like that? How could he have even thought that his Pokémon would really hurt him? And how could he attack his own Pikachu, his best friend. "Pikachu..."

"Thunderbolt!" Team Rocket said in unison.

"Pikachu!" Called the Team Rocket Pikachu.

Ash closed his eyes and readied himself for the last Thunderbolt he'd ever receive.

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To Be Continued

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Well there you go, all is revealed. Ash is in a spot of trouble no? heehee, this is fun. Well, until next time,
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