Mia watched the car speed away, a heavy feeling of despair settling over her. With a sigh and a groan, she got into a seating position and examined her arms and legs. Cuts and bruises adorned her previously pale, unflawed skin. She sighed and picked herself up, wincing at the slight pain on her shoulder. She blinked blankly and noticed that there was blood on her white shirt. Gingerly, she lifted the cloth from the wound and found a deep cut. Looking onto the floor, there was a knife with a piece of black cloth around it. Mia stared at in disbelievingly. "They need markers to identify their own weapons?" she wondered aloud incredulously.
"Are you sure you're alright? Well, fine. Which chain of clubs again? Star? What kind of name is that anyway? Yes, I'm at the right club. It's called Star, isn't it? Well sorry! I don't exactly learn which gang owns what you know. Look, this is getting off the topic? Yeah, I'll meet you there, bye," said Gary with a sigh. The hunt for Misty was far from over and if he didn't order another drink soon, the bartender will begin to wonder. He'd turned down at least 10 dances, yet didn't seem to want to drink away some issue or other.
"C'mon, we're here," said Jack, pulling to a stop. "Here where?" asked Misty, confused. Jack laughed. "Star, of course!" he replied with an almost cold smile. Misty shivered delicately, but allowed herself to be drawn inside the noisy club. It was only eight, but it was already packed. She winced as soon as she got passed the bouncers. The noise was deafening. "Jack! I don't want to be here!" she called out over the loud music, but Jack either didn't hear her over the loud music, or didn't want to hear her. She tried tugging at his sleeve, but that just made him pull her further in.
Gary turned his head slightly to look at the door again. A flash of orange seemed to have been pulled into the club. Gary got up, easing himself away form the group of sluts that surrounded him, careful not to let his tattoo show. They all wore black with a hair clips made of onyx and black bands around their upper left arm. He kept his disgust to himself. The Black Onix were notorious for their infamous female sex slaves.
"How do I look?" asked Keya, twirling around in a skimpy black dress, an onyx hair clip keeping up her hair and a black ribbon around her upper left arm. Brock made a face. He didn't like her dressing up as a whore, but for Misty's sake, he wouldn't say anything. "Well?" she demanded with a childish pout. Brock almost laughed. She looked like a toddler with a model's figure. "You look like a whore. In a good way," he quickly amended after seeing the look on her face. She rolled her eyes. "Well, I suppose it was the image I was trying to come across..." she began, then looked startled when Mia ran up to them.
"Come on! I think they've gone to Star!" she called out, motioning with her right hand. As they stepped forward, Brock gave a sharp intake of breath and Keya gasped aloud. "Mia, your shoulder!" she practically squealed. Mia raised her eyes. When Keya was being evil, she was downright bitchy but when she was being nice, there were just times when you couldn't believe how over exaggerated it felt. "Keya, I'm fine. It's not too bad. I'll get it checked up later. Our first priority's Misty. Can you two get into the club? I'm too young to pass through the doors but you two can," she said calmly, although there might have been a hint of rising hysteria, no one could really tell.
As soon as they were in the club, Jack dragged Misty onto the dance floor. Gone was his patience, his act of adoration. Now, only his brutality showed. Roughly, he pulled her to him and began to run his hands all around her body. "Jack! Let me go!" she cried, struggling to pull herself free from his grasp, but he only held on tighter. "Why, Princess?" he spat out, "Wasn't this what you wanted? A date with me? Something exciting? Well, you got it," he snarled.
"Hey! Let her go!" called out Gary, dangerously. Jack turned around and sneered. "And to what do we owe this pleasant meeting, Dragon?" he asked loudly, spitting out the last word. The club fell silent all around them. The Black Onix members turned to face them, hands on their weapons and surrounding them with a menacing smile on every face. Misty, lost in the ways of gangs, didn't notice what was happening. She only understood the need for Gary to get her out of there as fast as possible.
"Come on, Jack, this has gone far enough. Let Misty go," continued Gary in a strained voice, obviously measuring up his opponents. "Hmm... Let me think... No," he drawled back with a smirk, pulling Misty close and tilting her chin forcefully so that she had to look at him. "I haven't had my fun with her yet, have I?" he said slowly, stroking her face. Misty turned away, eyes sparkling with unshed tears. She didn't notice the glares the female Black Onix members gave her or the cheering that took part from the rest of the club.
Gary finally stepped forward, but Jack turned around quickly to halt him with a glare. "Don't even think about it, Dragon. You're outnumbered," he sneered. Gary glared back, knowing this was true. Forced to hold back, forced to listen to Misty's whimpering. He felt hopeless and lost. "Hey! Who said being outnumbered meant you'd lose?" demanded Mia, standing at the doorway, arms crossed and glaring. Beside her stood Brock and Keya, more accessories than anything, but it was enough.
Everyone was surprised that Keya stood besides them. It made them question Jack's authority, something he didn't particularly like. "What are you doing, Keya?" he hissed sharply. "Defying you," she replied coolly. Jack's gaze hardened and Keya's grip on Brock's hand grew tighter. "Move away from them, Keya, or I will hurt you," he said in a strained voice, filled with anger and similar to Gary's previous one. "No," she shot back coldly with hardly a flinch.
Jack glared. "Do what you want to my sister," he hissed, and motioned his head towards them. The Black Onix members smiled nastily and began to walk towards her. Brock moved her behind him. Jack dragged Misty towards the back entrance but Gary ran after them, only to be faced with a couple of the female Black Onix members and lots of daggers. "Gary!" called out Mia with relief rushing through her voice. "Yeah?" he muttered, stepping back from the blades. "This!" she said cheerfully and, with a sudden movement, yanked the stack of chairs by the walk so that it fell crashing down. The girls screamed and tried to evade the falling chairs, but some were too slow. "Go!" shouted Mia. Keya and Brock fled, running towards the back entrance, Mia and Gary running through it.
"Let me go!" said Misty through gritted teeth, trying to get jack to release her. "No," he replied without even a glance at her, heading towards the car. "Hey! Didn't we tell you to leave her alone already?" shouted Mia, glaring at Jack. He smirked. "What are you going to do about it?" he drawled. "Force you to release her," she snapped and ran forward, Gary behind her. She stopped dead in her tracks as Jack grinned maliciously, holding a gun aimed at her. "Take your friends and leave if you don't want this little angel here getting hurt," he said, directing his words to Gary. "Gary! Don't listen to him! He won't hurt me!" said Mia slowly, getting a slow smile from Jack. "Oh?" he asked with a malicious grin, "Do you really believe that, Dragon?" he sneered. Gary clenched his fist and stood still. "Gary!" called out Mia again, only this time with impatience as Jack began leading the struggling Misty into his car, his gun still pointed to Mia.
When Jack eventually drove off, he faced a fuming Mia, Brock and Keya standing silently beside him. "Why didn't you go after them?" she demanded with utter annoyance. Gary raised an eyebrow. "Where's Jack going?" he asked calmly. "Well, we won't be able to figure that out now that you've let him get away!" replied Mia sarcastically. Gary ignored her, "Keya?" he asked. "To his apartment," she replied automatically. "And who is at the apartment, much better at ripping apart Jack with his anger than any of us?" he continued. "Oh..." was the only thing that Mia could seem to say. "He's got a gun," pointed out Brock. Gary raised an eyebrow. "It wasn't full," he replied simply. Mia almost died with rage, "And you let him get away?" she yelled, "When we could have saved her just then?" Gary raised an eyebrow. "I think," began Brock slowly, "That having Ash save her would help her... shall we say, recovery?"
Mia stared blankly at them. "Have you ever thought that he might not take her to the apartment? That Ash might not succeed or die trying? That Misty might actually get hurt?" she demanded quietly. Both boys fell silent. "It won't happen," said Keya firmly, "Because we're going to be there if Ash fails, right?" She tried a smile and it seemed to be accepted. Mia sighed. "Come on, then," she said, calling out Pidgeot. Gary called out his Dragonite and prided in the gasps of astonishment. "Ha! Ash's Charizard and my Misdreavus are stronger!" she declared with a teasing smile. "Misty, remember?" grumbled Gary, and Mia laughed as they set out on their pokemon, Brock riding with Gary and Keya riding with Mia.
"Why are you doing this?" whispered Misty, fear evident in her voice. Jack gave her a black smile, "Because I always get what I want; always," he said, softly stroking her face. She shrunk away from him and Jack's smile disappeared, anger replacing it. He slapped her heavily and smiled in satisfaction when she cried out in pain. "Now be a good girl and don't make any trouble for me when we go into the hotel or you're a goner, understand?" he said, waving his gun at her. She nodded, still whimpering and sobbing quietly.
Jack lead Misty into the hotel. She was too tired and too scared to fight back as he dragged her into the lift, past the female clerk with a seductive smile and wave. Inside the lift however, Jack changed as soon as the doors closed. He forcefully pushed her to the wall, where she tried to kick him away in vain. He was too strong for her and had years of experience, enough to know how she'd react and prepared for it. He vehemently kissed her, trying to pry open her mouth. Tears ran down Misty's cheeks as she tried to resist. There were bruises beginning to form where he held her pinned down as he began to attempt to tear off her top.
When they arrived at Jack's level, the doors opened to reveal Misty in only her bra and underwear. Her top had been torn apart and now lay as a stringy black mess in the elevator, her skirt in one corner and her shoes in random directions. She was crying but didn't resist Jack pulling her towards his apartment; couldn't. She didn't see the point. This whole thing started just because she wanted Ash to notice her, to promise her he'd be faithful and loyal. The thoughts made her tears flow faster. When Jack reached the door, she felt as if there was nothing left to live for. When he began to open the door, she stopped crying, to tired to even care. When the door fully opened, Jack was on the ground. Misty blinked in surprise as Ash magically appeared out of the doorway. "You lowlife bastard!" he yelled, pushing Jack to the ground and landing another punch at his stomach.
((I'm so sorry I didn't write!!! I was trying to get it updated as soon as possible, honestly, but some stuff came up. Anyway, the chapters up now, at least! Will someone please check my grammar?
Oh yeah, please review!!! It's almost the end of 'Misty's Hope' and I'd love it if you reviewed for the last few chapters. Thanks!!!))