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AN: Judging by the many reviews/FLAMES I've received, I'm hoping you guys want me to continue. And I will! Many people REALY don't like the fact that I've killed off Misty. She might have died but her presence in chapters is there (see if you can find her). ALSO! Since the most horrible and most tragic that could happed HAS happened already so its gota be up hill from there with a few potholes. (The only thing worse is that Ash dies. EVEN THOUGH Misty and Ash will be together forever… the fact that they're dead, is kind of a bummer.) On with the chapter!
Chapter4 – Funeral in the Mist
It was a dreary morning after the shooting. The police was still out looking for the culprit. Worried about the seemingly endless rain, they redoubled their efforts. Ash hardly spoke after he got up, still unconvinced that everything that was happening was real.
"Here" He said it plain and simply.
He was standing on a green hill top that over looked the sea. This was going to be her final resting place. He dreamed of her standing there every night after they first met. He planed to propose to her right there at sunset. But sadly it would serve for another purpose.
She slowly regained consciousness. A brilliant light engulfed her entire body. She noticed a strange basin across what she assumed to be a room. It felt as if it were calling out to her. Cautiously she rose to her feet, also noticing that she was wearing a soft white gown. Still the basin drew her closer. She peaked over the brim of the basin and gasped at the scene below. A familiar red hat sat in the front row as a hearse came up a hill. A soft, tender voice made her spin around.
"Hello Misty."
"Mom!" Misty gasped in surprise.
Misty's mother was almost the same image as her daughter. She had the same fiery red hair and the same sparkling turquoise eyes that a person could get lost in. Misty rushed into her mother's out stretched arms and embraced in an emotional hug, both fighting back tears.
"I've missed you so much."
"Me too my flower"
"I… I thought you were dead."
Ms. Waterflower was taken aback. She struggled to find words to explain to her beloved daughter. She began slowly and gently.
"I am Misty."
"No! This can't be! If you're… then that would mean…"
"I'm terribly sorry"
Misty sat down. She felt horrible.
"Me to."
The basin caught her attention once more.
Priest: We are gathered here today to mourn the loss of Mystique Waterflower who was taken away from us too soon.
She began to sob uncontrollably. The rain poured down harder.
"Oh Ash!"
Ash sat alone silently, beyond tears. His eyes fixed on her coffin. Normally Misty would have been at his side instantly, trying to make him happy. But no longer was her cheery face there to take away his sorrows.
The priest finished his eulogy and signaled the coffin to be lowered. Ash couldn't take it any longer and got up and sprinted off. Not caring where he was going. Tracy made as if he was going to follow.
"Ash, wait! Brock let me go!"
"No Tracy, he needs time alone. He waited to long to tell her and now she's gone."
She watched as Ash disappeared into the trees.
I know it's still a downer but this is how a good story goes: An up, a plummet down, and a slow incline, a bump or two, some really sharp turns and maybe a cliff.
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