Disclaimer: Wait a sec, I think I did enough disclaimers by now . . .
everyone knows that I don't own Spike by now . . . or anyone else . . . Or
anything period . . . . oh well.
Author's Note: I shall have to make a volume two someday; I came up with the full story yesterday, now I just need time to write it. Once I'm done with this booky thing, I'll edit the chapters like I promised. . . Okay? Goody! (Luis, am I getting predictable, or are you just reading my mind?)
Chapter Eleven: Five Isn't Enough.
'
"Hey, Ash! Is that you?" Mayfa called.
Ash jumped and wheeled around. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt, pants, and hat, carrying around boxes of Pioccos. He was selling them in order to try and get money.
"Uh, hi Mayfa . . . erm, want one?"
Mayfa smiled. "Sure . . . are you trying to earn allowance or something?"
Ash bit his lower lip. "Um, yeah, allowance."
It had been weeks since he had run out of money. He finally had found a way to make enough money for him to buy enough food for his pokemon- but he had lost a lot of weight, for he never spent the money on himself, even for food.
He'd starve first before letting his pokemon go hungry. Literally.
Mayfa look at Ash oddly. "Are you okay? You look kinda skinny, and pale too . . . did you miss breakfast or something?"
"Erm, yeah." Ash said, nodding. He bit his lip again, hating to lie like that. Mayfa bought a box and then left to see her grandmother after a quick goodbye.
Ash sighed as he watched her walk away. He trudged off, stomach grumbling, to find more customers. He had left Pikachu down in the small alleyway. He couldn't wear his backpack during his work, so he couldn't bring him along. . .
~*~*~*
"Did you fix it yet, Jet?"
"Will you shut up and let me work?"
Spike sighed. "Fine. . ." He turned and left to take a nap on the couch.
Faye walked up to Jet. "Fix it yet?" She asked.
Jet banged his head on the bottom of the 'Swordfish II'. "NO, GODDAMIT!"
Faye cocked an eyebrow. "OKAY, you don't have to give me attitude . . ." She snapped, then went off to find Spike.
Ed was at the Tomato again, typing away, doing whatever. Spike sat down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling fan, listening to the sound of the keyboard being punched at mercilessly.
He thought about Ash.
He wondered what he was doing right now, how they were going to find him, why that one time he had seen Vicious fighting with him. . . he wondered why he had let Ash get away then.
Spike was suddenly jolted away from his thoughts by Ed, who tackled him. "Ed cannot find any info-bimfo on bounty-head monster boy!" She said in a sorrowful tone, hanging her head.
Spike blinked, and then glared. "Thanks a lot Ed, don't do that though!" He snapped.
Faye walked in. "What are you yelling about, Spike?"
Spike ignored her and turned on their TV. 'Big Shot', sadly, wasn't on yet. But he watched the news anyway, not really paying attention to what the weatherman was saying.
Faye let out a sigh, stretching. "So, any news on where the twerps hiding, Ed?"
Ed shook her head. "Monty-Wanly hides veeery carefully!"
Faye groaned. "I thought so. He's probably flying away on that Dragon somewhere."
Spike shook his head. "He'd risk being seen." He got up from the couch. "I'm going to try and look for him."
Faye rolled her eyes. "Okay, let me know when to bring in your bloodied corpse."
~*~*~*
Ash blinked, his eyes not used to the dark shadows in the alley. "Pikachu?"
No answer. Ash walked around, looking for some trace of him. "Pikachu? It's me buddy, safe to come out now!"
He searched everywhere. No sign of him. Ash began to panic.
He turned over empty boxes and looked in the trashcans nearby. "Pikachu!" He cried, hands shaking.
Where was Pikachu?
"Pikachu, where are you?" Ash called, walking back into the alley. He scanned the floor, hoping to find Pikachu sleeping peacefully . . .
Crackle!
Ash froze. He looked down. He was standing on a white piece of paper. He bent down and picked it up, and read it, still shaking.
'I have your rat. It won't be harmed if you let us control the rest of your creatures. Put your hat on the ground if you give in.
Vicious '
*~*~*~
Yes, I shall edit the whole thing very soon, every single chapter. I know, I guess I should have edited it BEFORE I even update these, but nobody's perfect!
Author's Note: I shall have to make a volume two someday; I came up with the full story yesterday, now I just need time to write it. Once I'm done with this booky thing, I'll edit the chapters like I promised. . . Okay? Goody! (Luis, am I getting predictable, or are you just reading my mind?)
Chapter Eleven: Five Isn't Enough.
'
"Hey, Ash! Is that you?" Mayfa called.
Ash jumped and wheeled around. He was wearing a blue and white striped shirt, pants, and hat, carrying around boxes of Pioccos. He was selling them in order to try and get money.
"Uh, hi Mayfa . . . erm, want one?"
Mayfa smiled. "Sure . . . are you trying to earn allowance or something?"
Ash bit his lower lip. "Um, yeah, allowance."
It had been weeks since he had run out of money. He finally had found a way to make enough money for him to buy enough food for his pokemon- but he had lost a lot of weight, for he never spent the money on himself, even for food.
He'd starve first before letting his pokemon go hungry. Literally.
Mayfa look at Ash oddly. "Are you okay? You look kinda skinny, and pale too . . . did you miss breakfast or something?"
"Erm, yeah." Ash said, nodding. He bit his lip again, hating to lie like that. Mayfa bought a box and then left to see her grandmother after a quick goodbye.
Ash sighed as he watched her walk away. He trudged off, stomach grumbling, to find more customers. He had left Pikachu down in the small alleyway. He couldn't wear his backpack during his work, so he couldn't bring him along. . .
~*~*~*
"Did you fix it yet, Jet?"
"Will you shut up and let me work?"
Spike sighed. "Fine. . ." He turned and left to take a nap on the couch.
Faye walked up to Jet. "Fix it yet?" She asked.
Jet banged his head on the bottom of the 'Swordfish II'. "NO, GODDAMIT!"
Faye cocked an eyebrow. "OKAY, you don't have to give me attitude . . ." She snapped, then went off to find Spike.
Ed was at the Tomato again, typing away, doing whatever. Spike sat down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling fan, listening to the sound of the keyboard being punched at mercilessly.
He thought about Ash.
He wondered what he was doing right now, how they were going to find him, why that one time he had seen Vicious fighting with him. . . he wondered why he had let Ash get away then.
Spike was suddenly jolted away from his thoughts by Ed, who tackled him. "Ed cannot find any info-bimfo on bounty-head monster boy!" She said in a sorrowful tone, hanging her head.
Spike blinked, and then glared. "Thanks a lot Ed, don't do that though!" He snapped.
Faye walked in. "What are you yelling about, Spike?"
Spike ignored her and turned on their TV. 'Big Shot', sadly, wasn't on yet. But he watched the news anyway, not really paying attention to what the weatherman was saying.
Faye let out a sigh, stretching. "So, any news on where the twerps hiding, Ed?"
Ed shook her head. "Monty-Wanly hides veeery carefully!"
Faye groaned. "I thought so. He's probably flying away on that Dragon somewhere."
Spike shook his head. "He'd risk being seen." He got up from the couch. "I'm going to try and look for him."
Faye rolled her eyes. "Okay, let me know when to bring in your bloodied corpse."
~*~*~*
Ash blinked, his eyes not used to the dark shadows in the alley. "Pikachu?"
No answer. Ash walked around, looking for some trace of him. "Pikachu? It's me buddy, safe to come out now!"
He searched everywhere. No sign of him. Ash began to panic.
He turned over empty boxes and looked in the trashcans nearby. "Pikachu!" He cried, hands shaking.
Where was Pikachu?
"Pikachu, where are you?" Ash called, walking back into the alley. He scanned the floor, hoping to find Pikachu sleeping peacefully . . .
Crackle!
Ash froze. He looked down. He was standing on a white piece of paper. He bent down and picked it up, and read it, still shaking.
'I have your rat. It won't be harmed if you let us control the rest of your creatures. Put your hat on the ground if you give in.
Vicious '
*~*~*~
Yes, I shall edit the whole thing very soon, every single chapter. I know, I guess I should have edited it BEFORE I even update these, but nobody's perfect!