Ash - 17 years old
Misty - 19 years old
Kenji - 17 years old
Brock - 24 years old
Turn Back Time Chapter 2
Ash sighed inwardly, feeling a surge of depression come over him. He'd been sitting on a bench for the past hour at the nearest police station, waiting for an officer to come talk to him. They'd ask Kenji to come into a back room so they could ask him questions about how exactly Misty died. They'd taken the girl's body to the coroners office after Ash had carried her in...
"Pika-pi?"
Ash looked down at his little Pikachu, now cradled in his arms, as Misty had been only hours before.
"Pi-Pikachu-ka?" (What's going to happen now?)
Ash shook his head as another wave of tears snuck up on him. "I don't know, Pikachu." he sniffled. "This is all my fault, if I hadn't fought with her - If I hadn't gotten so damn angry with her -"
"Ash Ketchum?" Officer Jenny walked up to them then with Kenji by her side, interrupting Ash.
"Yes?" Ash looked up, his voice cracking terribly.
Officer Jenny put a hand on Kenji's shoulder, and motioned him to have a seat next to Ash. Kenji had been doing some crying as well, Ash noticed.
"Guess it's my turn now." Ash said, and handed Pikachu to Kenji.
"Good luck." Kenji whispered. Ash didn't answer as he and Jenny headed into the back interrogation room.
Ash sat down when they got in and took off his hat. Jenny pulled up chair to sit across from him at the wooden table placed in the middle of the room.
"Ash, I'm sorry to hear about your friend, Misty, but I need to file a report, and I need to know what happened to her."
Ash looked down at the table. He didn't want to say anything; he didn't want to be here. Oh, why did he have to fight with Misty?
"I don't know what happened." Ash began, his stomach feeling a bit queasy. "Misty and I had a fight, and I stormed off, angry. Kenji tried to get us to reconcile, but then we heard Togepi, that's Misty's Pokemon, screaming, so Kenji and Pikachu ran back to see what happened." Ash gulped. If I had run too, I would have ordered Pikachu to use Thundershock sooner, and we wouldn't be here, he thought angrily, MISTY WOULDN'T BE DEAD!
Jenny nodded sympathetically. "Then what happened?"
I walked back up the hill and Misty was lying on the ground. I ran to her, Kenji said it was too late and she was going to die..." Ash buried his head in his arms on the table. "This is all my fault!" he sobbed. "If I had gotten there sooner, none of this would have happened!"
Suddenly, a commotion outside made both officer and boy look up. Jenny stood up and opened the door. Ash followed her, wiping away tears.
"Don't you dare tell me it was 'just an accident'!" a female voice yelled. Ash was shocked. Misty's three sisters stood in the next room, yelling at a young officer sitting at the front desk. "Our sister does not go around stepping on Arboks!" Lily cried.
"I demand that investigation be started up immediately!" Daisy piped up.
"But Miss, there's nothing to investigate. She gotten bitten by an Arbok and died from a result of the venom..." The poor officer tried to calm the three down, but wasn't having any luck.
"You mean that kid, Ash, she's travelling with didn't try to help her?!" Violet sobbed. "Then he's the one responsible for Misty's death!"
Jenny and Ash appeared by the young officer's side. "Um, excuse me, ladies. I'm Officer Jenny. I'd like to talk to you about your -"
Lily, Daisy, and Violet looked at Jenny, then spotted Ash. "YOU!" they all screeched in unison, and raced to him. "You're the one that killed Misty!"
Jenny threw herself between the sisters and Ash. "Hold on there! Ash hasn't been accused of any crime and he didn't kill Misty!"
"No," Ash said from behind her, Jenny spun around, "I'm responsible for Misty's death. If I hadn't fought with her, if I hadn't been so totally dense, she's still be alive."
Lily stepped forward, her eyes closed. When Ash looked up, Lily's fist was about to collide with his nose...
* * * *
Brock raced into the hospital, Ash's mother hot on his heels. It was now nearing ten o'clock at night. The nurses at their station told them where to go. Brock, to his credit, didn't go into his "I see pretty girl, must drool" mode, but instead followed the directions to Room 318.
Ash was lying in bed in that room, unconcious, wired to enough electrical stuff to make an Electrabuzz jealous. The heart monitor beeped steadily, Brock and Ash's mom were glad to see. Lily had hit Ash so hard that he'd slammed back against the opposite wall at the police station. He had a serious concussion, and a broken nose now. When his mother saw him, she gasped in horror and ran to her son's bedside.
"Oh my poor little boy. First losing your friend, and now this." she sobbed as she grabbed his hand. Ash didn't respond, didn't open his eyes. He just lay there, as still as death.
Kenji walked in then, carrying Pikachu. Brock looked up and came over to the younger boy, introduced himself and shook hands.
"How long has he been out?" Brock talked to him in a low, serious voice.
Kenji shook his head, a little taken aback by Brock's seemingly unemotional facade. "Seven hours at least. The doctor's don't know when he'll wake up either."
Realizing Ash's mother was in earshot, Brock motioned Kenji outside. "I've been trying to keep my emotions under control in front of her." Brock said, "I got a call from her this afternoon, she was absolutely hysterical."
"You heard about Misty, right?" Kenji asked.
Brock nodded, and sat down on a chair next to the door. Resting his elbows on his thighs, he ran his hands down his face. "What happened? I got a jumbled report of things, including how Ash got knocked out."
So Kenji told him the story. Brock broke down when the story was nearly finished. Pikachu, who hadn't said a word the entire time, crawled into Brock's lap for some sort of comfort. Brock laid a hand on the electric Pokemon, stroking it's back. "Pika-pi-Pikachu."
"I know, Pikachu, I miss her too." Brock murmured, standing up.
"I feel so helpless." Kenji muttered.
Brock shook his head. "As do I, Kenji. But you did everything in your power. You can't blame yourself for anything that's happened." he said as he opened the door and peeked in. "You did everything you could for Misty." Ash's mother was sitting by his bedside, silently praying.
Come on Ash, Brock thought, you know you're the only one that help yourself now. You can make it. I've already lost one best friend today; I can't lose you, too.
"Pika-pi." Pikachu said quietly, and shook his head. He jumped down from Brock's arms and leapt onto Ash's bed, curling up next to the still boy.
"Don't forget Ash, there are still others who need you." Brock murmured, deciding to give Ash's mom some time alone with her son. He closed the door behind him, and walked down the hall with Kenji, both absorbed deeply in their own thoughts about the tragic events of the day.
End Chapter 2
Turn Back Time Chapter 2
Ash sighed inwardly, feeling a surge of depression come over him. He'd been sitting on a bench for the past hour at the nearest police station, waiting for an officer to come talk to him. They'd ask Kenji to come into a back room so they could ask him questions about how exactly Misty died. They'd taken the girl's body to the coroners office after Ash had carried her in...
"Pika-pi?"
Ash looked down at his little Pikachu, now cradled in his arms, as Misty had been only hours before.
"Pi-Pikachu-ka?" (What's going to happen now?)
Ash shook his head as another wave of tears snuck up on him. "I don't know, Pikachu." he sniffled. "This is all my fault, if I hadn't fought with her - If I hadn't gotten so damn angry with her -"
"Ash Ketchum?" Officer Jenny walked up to them then with Kenji by her side, interrupting Ash.
"Yes?" Ash looked up, his voice cracking terribly.
Officer Jenny put a hand on Kenji's shoulder, and motioned him to have a seat next to Ash. Kenji had been doing some crying as well, Ash noticed.
"Guess it's my turn now." Ash said, and handed Pikachu to Kenji.
"Good luck." Kenji whispered. Ash didn't answer as he and Jenny headed into the back interrogation room.
Ash sat down when they got in and took off his hat. Jenny pulled up chair to sit across from him at the wooden table placed in the middle of the room.
"Ash, I'm sorry to hear about your friend, Misty, but I need to file a report, and I need to know what happened to her."
Ash looked down at the table. He didn't want to say anything; he didn't want to be here. Oh, why did he have to fight with Misty?
"I don't know what happened." Ash began, his stomach feeling a bit queasy. "Misty and I had a fight, and I stormed off, angry. Kenji tried to get us to reconcile, but then we heard Togepi, that's Misty's Pokemon, screaming, so Kenji and Pikachu ran back to see what happened." Ash gulped. If I had run too, I would have ordered Pikachu to use Thundershock sooner, and we wouldn't be here, he thought angrily, MISTY WOULDN'T BE DEAD!
Jenny nodded sympathetically. "Then what happened?"
I walked back up the hill and Misty was lying on the ground. I ran to her, Kenji said it was too late and she was going to die..." Ash buried his head in his arms on the table. "This is all my fault!" he sobbed. "If I had gotten there sooner, none of this would have happened!"
Suddenly, a commotion outside made both officer and boy look up. Jenny stood up and opened the door. Ash followed her, wiping away tears.
"Don't you dare tell me it was 'just an accident'!" a female voice yelled. Ash was shocked. Misty's three sisters stood in the next room, yelling at a young officer sitting at the front desk. "Our sister does not go around stepping on Arboks!" Lily cried.
"I demand that investigation be started up immediately!" Daisy piped up.
"But Miss, there's nothing to investigate. She gotten bitten by an Arbok and died from a result of the venom..." The poor officer tried to calm the three down, but wasn't having any luck.
"You mean that kid, Ash, she's travelling with didn't try to help her?!" Violet sobbed. "Then he's the one responsible for Misty's death!"
Jenny and Ash appeared by the young officer's side. "Um, excuse me, ladies. I'm Officer Jenny. I'd like to talk to you about your -"
Lily, Daisy, and Violet looked at Jenny, then spotted Ash. "YOU!" they all screeched in unison, and raced to him. "You're the one that killed Misty!"
Jenny threw herself between the sisters and Ash. "Hold on there! Ash hasn't been accused of any crime and he didn't kill Misty!"
"No," Ash said from behind her, Jenny spun around, "I'm responsible for Misty's death. If I hadn't fought with her, if I hadn't been so totally dense, she's still be alive."
Lily stepped forward, her eyes closed. When Ash looked up, Lily's fist was about to collide with his nose...
* * * *
Brock raced into the hospital, Ash's mother hot on his heels. It was now nearing ten o'clock at night. The nurses at their station told them where to go. Brock, to his credit, didn't go into his "I see pretty girl, must drool" mode, but instead followed the directions to Room 318.
Ash was lying in bed in that room, unconcious, wired to enough electrical stuff to make an Electrabuzz jealous. The heart monitor beeped steadily, Brock and Ash's mom were glad to see. Lily had hit Ash so hard that he'd slammed back against the opposite wall at the police station. He had a serious concussion, and a broken nose now. When his mother saw him, she gasped in horror and ran to her son's bedside.
"Oh my poor little boy. First losing your friend, and now this." she sobbed as she grabbed his hand. Ash didn't respond, didn't open his eyes. He just lay there, as still as death.
Kenji walked in then, carrying Pikachu. Brock looked up and came over to the younger boy, introduced himself and shook hands.
"How long has he been out?" Brock talked to him in a low, serious voice.
Kenji shook his head, a little taken aback by Brock's seemingly unemotional facade. "Seven hours at least. The doctor's don't know when he'll wake up either."
Realizing Ash's mother was in earshot, Brock motioned Kenji outside. "I've been trying to keep my emotions under control in front of her." Brock said, "I got a call from her this afternoon, she was absolutely hysterical."
"You heard about Misty, right?" Kenji asked.
Brock nodded, and sat down on a chair next to the door. Resting his elbows on his thighs, he ran his hands down his face. "What happened? I got a jumbled report of things, including how Ash got knocked out."
So Kenji told him the story. Brock broke down when the story was nearly finished. Pikachu, who hadn't said a word the entire time, crawled into Brock's lap for some sort of comfort. Brock laid a hand on the electric Pokemon, stroking it's back. "Pika-pi-Pikachu."
"I know, Pikachu, I miss her too." Brock murmured, standing up.
"I feel so helpless." Kenji muttered.
Brock shook his head. "As do I, Kenji. But you did everything in your power. You can't blame yourself for anything that's happened." he said as he opened the door and peeked in. "You did everything you could for Misty." Ash's mother was sitting by his bedside, silently praying.
Come on Ash, Brock thought, you know you're the only one that help yourself now. You can make it. I've already lost one best friend today; I can't lose you, too.
"Pika-pi." Pikachu said quietly, and shook his head. He jumped down from Brock's arms and leapt onto Ash's bed, curling up next to the still boy.
"Don't forget Ash, there are still others who need you." Brock murmured, deciding to give Ash's mom some time alone with her son. He closed the door behind him, and walked down the hall with Kenji, both absorbed deeply in their own thoughts about the tragic events of the day.
End Chapter 2
