SulliMike23: Yeah, but I'd say that it would be cutting it closer for Megan, because she was the one who nearly died.
Author's Notes: Well, this seems to be coming along quite well I think. I'm planning on having just a few more chapters still to do, but that can always change if I feel like it. But, I doubt it. And I've decided to do something that I hadn't before. But, I had been on planning doing something like this anyway. And what that is, is that I'll be making this a song chapter. Similar to a song-fic, but with the main difference being that only this chapter will have a song in it. I'm planning on doing another song chapter in the last chapter, right before the epilogue. Anyway, on to chapter 9!
Disclaimer: The rights to pokemon belong to its respective owners (whoever they are) and the song is Ordinary Day, by Duran Duran.
Came in from a rainy Thursday
On the avenue
Thought I heard you talking softly
I turned on the lights, the TV
And the radio
Still I can't escape the ghost of you
Megan just lounged as best as she could while sitting upright in a very uncomfortable chair at the police station. Megan was highly annoyed by this, but she'd had to go through so much of it, as she was a bounty hunter that was also an immortal. Occasionally she'd be seen killing another immortal and then she'd have to come up with a convincing story of why she did it. Luckily the only times that she was seen was when she was fighting an immortal who had a history of murdering people, except one time when she was fighting another immortal in a fighting gym. And she only got off of it because she had cut her head off when she slipped. There were several spectators there, waiting to see who would come out of this with the fewest cuts with the real swords being used, but no charges could be filed because of how it seemed to everyone that it was an accident. None of them knew that the plan had been to see who could win and then the loser would willingly give their head afterwards. Megan smiled to herself as she remembered that. It really ticked off the police who didn't like her and that made an endless source of entertainment.
Megan just wished that the police station that she was at wasn't the one that the police chief that hated her the most was at. But she knew that they didn't have anything against her. Then why are they having you wait here? the darker side of her asked. If they didn't have anything on you, then why are they holding you? Have they figured out who killed that man that was found outside of the motel that you had stayed at last?
Megan was glad at that moment when someone walked in. Even if the police chief that hated her. It allowed her to talk with someone other than herself. Megan watched as he paced for a few moments waiting patiently for him to say something. When he didn't say anything Megan finally grew impatient. "Say something, Outhouse!" Megan snapped.
The police chief's shot a glare at Megan. "You will address me as the police chief!" the chief said, darkly.
"But we've known each other for a while. So, I should at least be able to call you by you name, Mr. John Outhouse," Megan replied, innocently.
"You will speak to me with respect," John snapped.
"You think that I'm not being respectful?" Megan asked, acting like she was hurt that he would imply something like that.
"You never are respectful towards me," came the low reply.
Megan shrugged. She knew that he'd put her in jail if she got him upset enough, but right now she wasn't in the mood to make him THAT upset. So, she'd just need to figure out first why she was being kept here. "Then why don't you just be a good boy and tell me why I'm here," Megan said, sweetly.
John just glared at her. Megan waited patiently because she knew this was being recorded and that she'd asked a perfectly valid question and he would need to answer it honestly if he didn't want anything to happen to him that would affect his career. Not that Megan would like for him to lose his position, because it was with him there that she'd been able to collect more of her bounties because of how careful he was, while she could just plow straight in and make the capture. She was certain that he really wanted her to die, but since she was an immortal, she wasn't going to die that easily, but she didn't want him to know that. It made it much more fun for him to be upset that she didn't die from a bullet straight to the heart or head. Finally he sat down in a chair across from her and said, "What were you doing there?"
Megan sighed. She'd already told the police why she had been fighting Lanacan, and what she was doing there in the first place, so there really wasn't any need for John to ask that question. He is trying to find a way to lock me away, Megan realized with nothing more than a grin. It wasn't that she liked the idea that he would do something like that, but rather that she knew that he at least had to try. "I already told the police earlier. So, if you want that information you can read the report," Megan answered, evenly.
"I just want to hear it from you," John said, smiling.
Megan then knew that he was trying to catch her in her words. To prove that she had lied to them and was someone who needed to be put in jail. "I was walking towards the Indigo Plateau to see if there was any information about any bounties that had been released. The man attacked me when I stopped and listened to see if I actually heard something. I assume that what I thought that I had heard was the man following me," Megan answered while thinking to herself, see if I've deviated from what I'd said earlier.
John took a deep breath while writing that down. Then he looked back at her and asked, "So you don't know him?" Megan shook her head. "Well he seems to know you. He said that you both had met during the Orange Island revolution. Which isn't something that I'm familiar with." Megan laughed out loud. John shot her a glare. "What is so d funny!?"
Megan quickly calmed down. "Of course you wouldn't be familiar with it. You never showed much of an interest in history," Megan shot at John. Let him chew on that for a bit.
John stared at Megan. "Are you telling me that he lied to me?"
Megan shook her head. "No. I'm just saying that it's been somewhere around three hundred years since the end of the war, so unless I was there during another lifetime, I couldn't have been in that war," Megan said.
John seemed upset about this and since he wasn't taking his anger out on Megan, she could only assume that he was angry at Lanacan. John cleared his throat after he finished scribbling down what Megan had said. "So, you two haven't met before?" John asked.
Megan was a little uneasy about this question because it would be harder to get around it without lying, but at least there was at least something that she could say to it that wasn't really a lie or a true answer. "If we have, then it would have been somewhere else where there were a lot of people. Because I sure haven't noticed him around." Lately, Megan added silently.
John wrote that response down then just looked at the papers that he had in front of him. Megan stood up and said, "If that's all that you have to ask me, then I think that..."
"Sit down," John ordered. "I still have more questions for you."
Megan sat down calmly. "There was a murder that occurred on the day you left Pyrite City." John looked at Megan who just looked back at him blankly. "There are questions over you leaving that day and the man being killed right behind the motel that is there just outside of town."
Megan smiled to herself inwardly. It's come to this. "I had told the clerk two months before I left that I would leave on that day. And why would you think that I killed him?"
"Because he had his head cut off," John snapped.
"Oh my," Megan commented, in mock horror, but only she knew it was an act.
"Don't give me that," John snapped. "A man said that he saw two figures during that day which was stormy to begin with, and then he said that lighting struck the area and he fled. When he returned with the police, there was only the dead body and none others."
"And so you think that I was the one who did that right?" Megan supplied.
John nodded. "The facts fit quite neatly."
"Well, did you know that lighting can cause someone's head to pop right off?" Megan asked.
John just stared at her. "It- it can?"
Megan nodded. As long as there's enough explosives near the person's neck, Megan said to herself silently. "Yes. There are records of that happening at least three times during the Orange Island Revolution. You can even check the records for that war."
John made the papers in a neat stack before standing up and saying, "Thank you for your time."
"Any time," Megan said, smiling. Megan stood and walked towards the door. While in the doorway, she turned back to John. "By the way, do you have a john anywhere around that I can use?" The police chief's only response was to have his face become red in extreme anger. Megan figured that was her cue to make her own exit. Fast.
What has happened to it all?
Crazy, some are saying
Where is the life that I recognize?
Gone away
But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive
Misty sighed. They were camping while on their way to Silver Mountain and she was depressed. She just wished that things could go back to the way they were before Ash became an immortal. It seemed like she was now in a strange world that she had no idea existed. Of course she knew that these were circumstances that she wouldn't have believed existed before she saw it with her own eyes. But, it did mean that Ash was no longer around her. Even when he was training, she was able to stay with him. But, now he was gone and she didn't have any idea if he'd be all right. Oh how she worried about him. Misty hardly noticed Brock watching her. She knew that he had become worried about her during the past few days when she really started to become depressed about Ash's absence. Misty didn't really give it much thought, because Brock had yet to actually say something to her. Misty knew that Brock would probably eventually say something about it, but she really hoped that she would meet up with Ash.
"How long do you think she'll be like this?" Misty heard Isuelt ask Brock.
"I don't know. It seems that she gets like this every time that she's thinking about Ash. Yesterday it didn't even last fifteen minutes, but now it's been at least two hours," Brock answered.
"Don't you think that you should try to get her to talk about it?" Isuelt asked.
"Well, if it keeps up much longer, I will. But, she does have a temper that can flare up easily," Brock commented.
There was silence once more. Which only made Misty even sadder. When Ash was with them, there would usually be quite a bit of conversation going on, depending on if she was arguing with him at the time or not. Even Pikachu made it's own amount of noise.
It was quite a while before Misty fell into an exhausted sleep.
Passion or coincidence
Once prompted you to say
"Pride will tear us both apart"
Well now pride's gone out the window
Cross the rooftops
Run away
Left me in the vacuum of my heart
What is happening to me?
Crazy, some'd say
Where is my friend when I need you most?
Gone away
Ash looked over the edge of the boat that he and Lachlan were traveling on. The sun had set a while ago, but Ash hardly noticed it. He was beginning to regret leaving Misty behind. He really needed the support that she had always given him. Even while he was in Hoenn, he still would call her ever so often and could talk with her then, but here he didn't even risk calling her because he didn't know if Lanacan would over hear the conversation and realize how important she was to Ash. Ash just couldn't risk letting Lanacan know how much Misty meant to Ash. If anything happened to Misty with Lanacan being the one that hurt her, Ash just didn't know what he'd do.
What Ash really wished for was the time when he wasn't an immortal. That was the time when he knew that he had felt the happiest. Even though neither he nor Misty knew that each other shared the other's feelings, they were at least still together. Something that they weren't right now.
Ash knew Lachlan had come up behind him before he spoke. "So, you thinking about Misty again?"
Ash didn't even ask how Lachlan knew that. He just nodded. It wasn't anything new, but it was something that Lachlan didn't seem to really like a whole lot. Not that Ash could blame him. Ash figured that it was frustrating having him like this, but Ash just couldn't help but wish that he never had become an immortal, because even though there would be other immortals, Lanacan wouldn't have had an interest in him. And then he'd still be able to be with Misty. Ash sighed. I'll make this up to you, Misty, Ash told himself silently. Ash figured that he had enough to buy a ring for Misty while he was in the Orange Islands, which would allow him to do what he'd always wanted to do with her for as long as he was aware of his feelings for her. Eventually Lachlan left to go back to the cabin on the ship that they were sharing, but Ash just stayed staring off into the distance. Ash knew that he should go get some sleep, but he couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about Misty. He really missed the times that they had together and how she made him feel to just be around her. It was a long time before Ash finally made his way to his cabin and got some sleep. Even if it was an uneasy sleep.
But I won't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive
Papers in the roadside
Tell of suffering and greed
Here today, forgot tomorrow
Ooh, here besides the news
Of holy war and holy need
Ours is just a little sorrow
It's all gone away
Lanacan smiled to himself. Although he was in a cell in the jail in the police station, he wasn't worried in the least. He knew that this was where they were the least on guard because they didn't expect that he'd be able to escape very easily. And he probably wouldn't if he hadn't had to grow up as a street rat thief when Saffron City was still just a large town. If the police knew that he had already procured the key to his cell, they'd take it away. But he had no intention of letting them know that. They would realize that the key wasn't there eventually and then they'd get a replacement. Now Lanacan could relax while he waited for the perfect time to escape. He had always been able to go where he felt like going and when he felt like doing it. Lanacan knew that he could escape now, but he wouldn't be able to figure out where that girl that he'd been originally following was, and while he was here, he wouldn't have to hide and he'd have easy access to any information that could give him a clue as to where that girl or the one he really was after. Ash Ketchum. Lanacan smiled to himself. Most people would think of it as a cruel smile, but Lanacan felt that it was a 'happy' kind of smile. It was only a matter of time before he'd be gone from here and back to killing off the ones who knew his one real weakness.
And I don't cry for yesterday
There's an ordinary world
Somehow I have to find
And as I try to make my way
To the ordinary world
I will learn to survive
Every one
Is my world, I will learn to survive
Any one
Is my world, I will learn to survive
Any one
Is my world
Every one
Is my world
Author's Notes: So, what does everyone think about this now? I'm trying to think of how to portray Lanacan as someone who is a psychotic. Which is mainly a person who doesn't feel any emotion at all, and considers everything that happens as a way that they're victimized. Or at least everything bad. And they know how to make it look like they aren't as dangerous as they really are. But, I'm not too sure if I've really been able to get that. Anyway, please look forward to the next chapter. I'll do what I can to update it soon.
Acknowledgements: The name John Outhouse is a name that I learned from my mom she had learned about from someone else's genealogy stuff. For those of you who don't know what genealogy is, it's basically learning who one's ancestors are. And where one came from. Which means that there really was someone who had the name John Outhouse. I don't mean any disrespect by using that name in this fic. I just wanted something that Megan could use to mock the police chief and that was the best thing that I could come up with. I'm sorry if I offended anyone who does have an ancestor by that name. If anyone has any complaints or merely comments about it, either leave it in a review or just e-mail me. My e-mail address is on my author's page.