"Chapter 5-Nemesis"
Giovanni sat alone in his cell, located in the Viridian City Maximum Security Prison, serving out another year of his 99-year sentence.
"So, this is how the great Giovanni was destined to finish out his days," he said. "Locked away in this blasted prison, all thanks to that brat."
Giovanni's train of thought was interrupted by one of the prison guards in front of his cell bars.
"Giovanni, you've got visitors," he said, unlocking the cell.
"Visitors?" Giovanni wondered. "Who in the world would come to see me?"
The guard didn't bother to answer his question. He slipped the handcuffs on Giovanni and led him out of his cell and into the visitor's room. The guard shoved Giovanni into the room. Giovanni shook it off and took his seat in front of a large pane of glass. On the other side of the glass were Ash, Misty, and Brock.
"Well, if it isn't the great Ash Ketchum, the boy who helped put me behind bars," Giovanni said. "My, you've certainly grown these past couple of years. Oh, and the loveable Misty is here too. I'm glad to see you in good health."
Giovanni gave Misty an evil smirk that made Misty feel very uneasy. She didn't feel at all like speaking to him.
"Can it," Ash said. "We didn't come here for a nice, pleasant chat."
"Well then to what do I own this pleasure?" Giovanni asked.
"We're here for answers," Brock said.
"Answers to what?"
"Show him, Brock," said Ash. Brock took out a PokéBall and stepped back, calling forth the Pokémon inside of it: Raitorb.
"What an interesting Pokémon," Giovanni said. "Very interesting."
"Have you seen it before?" Brock asked.
"Can't say that I have," Giovanni said.
"Well the dead Pokémon we found locked away in your base tell a different story," Ash stated. "They look pretty similar to this one, wouldn't you say?"
"Perhaps," said Giovanni.
"Start talking," Ash said, growing more impatient.
"You're not going to get anywhere with that attitude," Giovanni said.
"Please, mister," Raitorb said. "I need answers about who I am."
"So, it can talk," said Giovanni, smirking. "Just like the others..."
"Then you do know something," Brock said.
"Yes, this Pokémon is probably related to the ones I had," Giovanni informed them.
"What were those Pokémon in your base?" Brock asked. "Were they some sort of experiment?"
"No. Those Pokémon, as well as your little friend here, are not of this world."
"Not of this world?" Ash repeated.
"Yes, I believe they came from outer space."
"Are you serious?" Brock said, not quite believing that claim.
"Quite. My men encountered them one day, saying they fell from the sky. They captured them and brought them back to me. My technicians were able to, how shall I put this....extract information out of them; very disturbing information."
"What did you find out?" Brock asked.
"It's coming."
Ash zoned out of reality for a second, as if something pulled him out. He was trying to remember something, but he couldn't seem to. He quickly shook it off.
"What's coming?" he asked.
"It. I'm not quite sure what it is, but it was what created these strange Pokémon, and it's on its way here. Before I could investigate this further, well, let's just say you put a stop to that with your interference. One thing is for sure, though. Whatever it is, it's not very happy. I'd keep my eye out from now on if I were you."
"I will," Ash said, staring down his old enemy.
"Thanks for you help," Brock said. "Let's go, guys. I think that's about all we're going to get out of him for now."
"Do come again," Giovanni chuckled. "That is, if we're still here."
Ash ignored him as he helped Misty up and they and Brock left the room, to head back to Pallet Town and face whatever they future may hold.
Giovanni sat alone in his cell, located in the Viridian City Maximum Security Prison, serving out another year of his 99-year sentence.
"So, this is how the great Giovanni was destined to finish out his days," he said. "Locked away in this blasted prison, all thanks to that brat."
Giovanni's train of thought was interrupted by one of the prison guards in front of his cell bars.
"Giovanni, you've got visitors," he said, unlocking the cell.
"Visitors?" Giovanni wondered. "Who in the world would come to see me?"
The guard didn't bother to answer his question. He slipped the handcuffs on Giovanni and led him out of his cell and into the visitor's room. The guard shoved Giovanni into the room. Giovanni shook it off and took his seat in front of a large pane of glass. On the other side of the glass were Ash, Misty, and Brock.
"Well, if it isn't the great Ash Ketchum, the boy who helped put me behind bars," Giovanni said. "My, you've certainly grown these past couple of years. Oh, and the loveable Misty is here too. I'm glad to see you in good health."
Giovanni gave Misty an evil smirk that made Misty feel very uneasy. She didn't feel at all like speaking to him.
"Can it," Ash said. "We didn't come here for a nice, pleasant chat."
"Well then to what do I own this pleasure?" Giovanni asked.
"We're here for answers," Brock said.
"Answers to what?"
"Show him, Brock," said Ash. Brock took out a PokéBall and stepped back, calling forth the Pokémon inside of it: Raitorb.
"What an interesting Pokémon," Giovanni said. "Very interesting."
"Have you seen it before?" Brock asked.
"Can't say that I have," Giovanni said.
"Well the dead Pokémon we found locked away in your base tell a different story," Ash stated. "They look pretty similar to this one, wouldn't you say?"
"Perhaps," said Giovanni.
"Start talking," Ash said, growing more impatient.
"You're not going to get anywhere with that attitude," Giovanni said.
"Please, mister," Raitorb said. "I need answers about who I am."
"So, it can talk," said Giovanni, smirking. "Just like the others..."
"Then you do know something," Brock said.
"Yes, this Pokémon is probably related to the ones I had," Giovanni informed them.
"What were those Pokémon in your base?" Brock asked. "Were they some sort of experiment?"
"No. Those Pokémon, as well as your little friend here, are not of this world."
"Not of this world?" Ash repeated.
"Yes, I believe they came from outer space."
"Are you serious?" Brock said, not quite believing that claim.
"Quite. My men encountered them one day, saying they fell from the sky. They captured them and brought them back to me. My technicians were able to, how shall I put this....extract information out of them; very disturbing information."
"What did you find out?" Brock asked.
"It's coming."
Ash zoned out of reality for a second, as if something pulled him out. He was trying to remember something, but he couldn't seem to. He quickly shook it off.
"What's coming?" he asked.
"It. I'm not quite sure what it is, but it was what created these strange Pokémon, and it's on its way here. Before I could investigate this further, well, let's just say you put a stop to that with your interference. One thing is for sure, though. Whatever it is, it's not very happy. I'd keep my eye out from now on if I were you."
"I will," Ash said, staring down his old enemy.
"Thanks for you help," Brock said. "Let's go, guys. I think that's about all we're going to get out of him for now."
"Do come again," Giovanni chuckled. "That is, if we're still here."
Ash ignored him as he helped Misty up and they and Brock left the room, to head back to Pallet Town and face whatever they future may hold.