The Murkrow
Chapter 2
Dark clouds loomed over the town of Pallet. Rain crashed down over roofs and thunder boomed as lightning struck the earth, how fitting for such a dark day. Today was the year anniversary of the departed soul known as Ash Ketchum. Up on a hill, looming over Pallet in a demonic way, was the Pallet town cemetery, where many great pokemon trainers lay, but this was no place for an 11 year old child, alas, it is where his body lays.
Near the peak of the mountain, a headstone lay above year-old soil, the headstone read:
Ash Ketchum
'Beloved Son'
'Cherished Friend'
'Greatest of Pokemon trainers'
1992 - 2003
As a fresh wave of lightning collided with the soil, the loud echoes of thunder deafened all other sound, but as the boom faded, another roar took its place, the roar of the earth. Atop the hill, the earth around the graves shook violently, thunder continued to crash, only now it was closer, making the thunder that much louder and as another bolt came streaking down, a single hand shot up from the soil. As the hand scrambled furiously to push the dirt away, it was accompanied by another hand. As the soil around was being pushed further and further apart, the hands sunk back into the earth, and then there was silence. The heavens seemed to wait in shock as the earth movement subsided, until a cloud of dust blew up and covered the grave of the once proud trainer.
As the dust settled, the silhouette of a figure stood, it's back hunched over and it's arms hanging limply. The figure stood still for a few seconds before lighting struck behind the figure, and as if it was like the two were connected, the figure stood upright and yelled a most feral and haunting yell.
"MIIIISSSSSSSSTYYYYY" The yell was more like a wolf howl than a human calling out; it was enough to rival the boom of thunder than struck as the lightning faded.
With muscles aching, lungs burning, eyes in prickly pain, and a brain in unspeakable agony, the black-headed figure collapsed of the tombstone. Breathing heavily, the figure slid down the stone and rolled unto his back, and as he looked behind him to read the print on the tombstone, memories came flooding back.
"A..ash" Said the figure slowly, the movement of his mouth hurt with each breath "M..y my name is A..ash"
The one now known as Ash looked up into the storm clouds, the rain hitting the unresisting face, and sliding down his features, almost like a soft cool hand, giving the boy some satisfaction.
"Ka" Called a patch of darkness in the clouds.
"What the?" Said ask as he tried to find the source of the sound
"Ka" The patch said again, before gliding down on black, feathery wings and landing with dark orange feet upon the headstone behind Ash.
"What are you?" Ash questioned, from what he could recall from his life as a pokemon trainer, he had never seen such a pokemon.
"Ka" The bird called for the third time
"Okay, I get the point, you can 'Ka'" Snapped Ash in annoyance, this bird was getting on his nerves.
"Ka" Cried the bird, this time taking flight, gliding down the hill, and landing on a familiar house.
"You want me to follow you huh?" Ash questioned as he watched the bird glide down "I'm game" And with that, Ash staggered his way down the hill, occasionally falling down, but always getting up, until he reached the house.
As Ash touched the doorknob, his mind suddenly felt like it was going to explode, he arched his back in pain before falling to his knees.
"This is my house" He whispered to himself "I used to live here, be...before I left"
Even though there were no lights inside the house, the door was unlocked, allowing easy access to the black haired boy. As Ash walked inside, he found the once warm living room to be dark, dank and empty. It seemed as though his mother had left, taking with her all her possessions. Ash started to make his way to a nearby wall for support, but as he touched the cold brick wall, his face contorted in pain as images rushed past his vision.
Vision
"Oh Ash" Whimpered Delia Ketchum, mother to Ash, as she took one last look at the empty house, outside the noise of men moving objects and the growl of a trucks engine could be heard "Why did you have to die? Things were so much better with you around"
"Lady, we charge by the hour" Called out one of the workers behind her, and with that, Ash's mother closed the door, one last time"
End of Vision
"I'm sorry" Whimpered Ash as he sunk to the ground, beating his fists against the concrete floor, leaving small cracks.
"Ka" Crowed the bird pokemon as it perched itself on the stair rail.
Ash looked up at the bird, studying its features. It had black feathers, dark orange claws and beak, and a strange collection of feathers above it's head, making it look like it was wearing a hat. As Ash watched, the bird made its way up the stair, and as Ash followed, he saw the last of it's tail feathers disappear behind the door of his bedroom. Ash followed the bird and as he looked in his room, he saw that though everything was heavily covered in dust, his room was exactly the same as he remembered it. The bird pokemon sat on the large mirror on Ash's desk and dropped what looked like a thin metal box. As Ash sat down and picked up the box, he discovered it to contain black and white face paint, and as though on instinct, Ash began working two of his fingers into the white and started covering the whole of his face. Water cascaded of his hair as fingers applied the paint over the owners face. When Ash had finally decided what needed to be done was done and looked at his reflection, finding his face was almost completely white, except for a the areas around his mouth and eyes, and with black spikes protruding off the black areas, two horizontal spikes at either side of his mouth, and two vertical lines on the top and bottom on each of his eyes. Deciding his spiky hair didn't look good with his new look, Ash slicked his hair back, so the spikes vanished and his hair fell in thin locks to the back of his neck.
As Ash stood up, he noticed that the coat of black suit he was wearing was shredded to pieces, as well as the white undershirt. Ripping them off his body, ash rummaged around his closet to find a tight, black, squirtle-neck (A/N: For those who don't understand, that means a turtle-neck) and pulled it on, careful not to smudge up his face paint.
"Ka" As Ash looked up at where the bird once was, he now found it to be on the window ledge, holding a large black thing in its beak. The bird flew over to Ash's bed and dropped the object.
Ash walked up to the bird and took the thing it had dropped. Letting it hang limply from where he held it, Ash found that the thing the bird had carried was in fact a black leather duster. Sliding it on, Ash inspected himself in the mirror; the dark features he now possessed, along with the dark clothing, and finished off with the menacing paint-job on his face made suited Ash well.
"Ka" The bird crowed in approval.
"Thank you" Said Ash politely, he treated pokemon as he would humans, and he knew that's what made him a great pokemon master "So, going to tell me your name, or should I just call you bird?"
"Murkrow" The bird answered
"Thank you Murkrow" Said Ash, as Murkrow landed on his shoulder, and ash laughed a bit, reminded how Pikachu did the exact same thing.
"Pikachu?" Said Ash in shock, realizing for the first time that he was without his beloved pokemon, Ash turned to the bird "Is he even still alive?"
"Crow Murkrow" The bird piped.
"Where is he now?" Ash continued asking.
"Crow" Sighed the bird, his head hanging low.
"Don't know huh?" Said Ash as he watched the black pokemon fly off his shoulder and back onto the window ledge "No matter, I'm sure we'll find him"
Murkrow looked back up to the once deceased trainer, his eyes fixed on his face.
"So where to now? You are my guide aren't you?" Asked Ash.
"Crow" Said Murkrow as he pointed his beak towards a large house on top of a large hill.
"Professor Oak huh" Ash said to himself "Then I guess it's time to pay the old man a visit.
(So? What did you think? Feel free to put in any comments, good or bad, I do respect my reviewers opinions and love reviews, till next time – Wolvie)
Chapter 2
Dark clouds loomed over the town of Pallet. Rain crashed down over roofs and thunder boomed as lightning struck the earth, how fitting for such a dark day. Today was the year anniversary of the departed soul known as Ash Ketchum. Up on a hill, looming over Pallet in a demonic way, was the Pallet town cemetery, where many great pokemon trainers lay, but this was no place for an 11 year old child, alas, it is where his body lays.
Near the peak of the mountain, a headstone lay above year-old soil, the headstone read:
Ash Ketchum
'Beloved Son'
'Cherished Friend'
'Greatest of Pokemon trainers'
1992 - 2003
As a fresh wave of lightning collided with the soil, the loud echoes of thunder deafened all other sound, but as the boom faded, another roar took its place, the roar of the earth. Atop the hill, the earth around the graves shook violently, thunder continued to crash, only now it was closer, making the thunder that much louder and as another bolt came streaking down, a single hand shot up from the soil. As the hand scrambled furiously to push the dirt away, it was accompanied by another hand. As the soil around was being pushed further and further apart, the hands sunk back into the earth, and then there was silence. The heavens seemed to wait in shock as the earth movement subsided, until a cloud of dust blew up and covered the grave of the once proud trainer.
As the dust settled, the silhouette of a figure stood, it's back hunched over and it's arms hanging limply. The figure stood still for a few seconds before lighting struck behind the figure, and as if it was like the two were connected, the figure stood upright and yelled a most feral and haunting yell.
"MIIIISSSSSSSSTYYYYY" The yell was more like a wolf howl than a human calling out; it was enough to rival the boom of thunder than struck as the lightning faded.
With muscles aching, lungs burning, eyes in prickly pain, and a brain in unspeakable agony, the black-headed figure collapsed of the tombstone. Breathing heavily, the figure slid down the stone and rolled unto his back, and as he looked behind him to read the print on the tombstone, memories came flooding back.
"A..ash" Said the figure slowly, the movement of his mouth hurt with each breath "M..y my name is A..ash"
The one now known as Ash looked up into the storm clouds, the rain hitting the unresisting face, and sliding down his features, almost like a soft cool hand, giving the boy some satisfaction.
"Ka" Called a patch of darkness in the clouds.
"What the?" Said ask as he tried to find the source of the sound
"Ka" The patch said again, before gliding down on black, feathery wings and landing with dark orange feet upon the headstone behind Ash.
"What are you?" Ash questioned, from what he could recall from his life as a pokemon trainer, he had never seen such a pokemon.
"Ka" The bird called for the third time
"Okay, I get the point, you can 'Ka'" Snapped Ash in annoyance, this bird was getting on his nerves.
"Ka" Cried the bird, this time taking flight, gliding down the hill, and landing on a familiar house.
"You want me to follow you huh?" Ash questioned as he watched the bird glide down "I'm game" And with that, Ash staggered his way down the hill, occasionally falling down, but always getting up, until he reached the house.
As Ash touched the doorknob, his mind suddenly felt like it was going to explode, he arched his back in pain before falling to his knees.
"This is my house" He whispered to himself "I used to live here, be...before I left"
Even though there were no lights inside the house, the door was unlocked, allowing easy access to the black haired boy. As Ash walked inside, he found the once warm living room to be dark, dank and empty. It seemed as though his mother had left, taking with her all her possessions. Ash started to make his way to a nearby wall for support, but as he touched the cold brick wall, his face contorted in pain as images rushed past his vision.
Vision
"Oh Ash" Whimpered Delia Ketchum, mother to Ash, as she took one last look at the empty house, outside the noise of men moving objects and the growl of a trucks engine could be heard "Why did you have to die? Things were so much better with you around"
"Lady, we charge by the hour" Called out one of the workers behind her, and with that, Ash's mother closed the door, one last time"
End of Vision
"I'm sorry" Whimpered Ash as he sunk to the ground, beating his fists against the concrete floor, leaving small cracks.
"Ka" Crowed the bird pokemon as it perched itself on the stair rail.
Ash looked up at the bird, studying its features. It had black feathers, dark orange claws and beak, and a strange collection of feathers above it's head, making it look like it was wearing a hat. As Ash watched, the bird made its way up the stair, and as Ash followed, he saw the last of it's tail feathers disappear behind the door of his bedroom. Ash followed the bird and as he looked in his room, he saw that though everything was heavily covered in dust, his room was exactly the same as he remembered it. The bird pokemon sat on the large mirror on Ash's desk and dropped what looked like a thin metal box. As Ash sat down and picked up the box, he discovered it to contain black and white face paint, and as though on instinct, Ash began working two of his fingers into the white and started covering the whole of his face. Water cascaded of his hair as fingers applied the paint over the owners face. When Ash had finally decided what needed to be done was done and looked at his reflection, finding his face was almost completely white, except for a the areas around his mouth and eyes, and with black spikes protruding off the black areas, two horizontal spikes at either side of his mouth, and two vertical lines on the top and bottom on each of his eyes. Deciding his spiky hair didn't look good with his new look, Ash slicked his hair back, so the spikes vanished and his hair fell in thin locks to the back of his neck.
As Ash stood up, he noticed that the coat of black suit he was wearing was shredded to pieces, as well as the white undershirt. Ripping them off his body, ash rummaged around his closet to find a tight, black, squirtle-neck (A/N: For those who don't understand, that means a turtle-neck) and pulled it on, careful not to smudge up his face paint.
"Ka" As Ash looked up at where the bird once was, he now found it to be on the window ledge, holding a large black thing in its beak. The bird flew over to Ash's bed and dropped the object.
Ash walked up to the bird and took the thing it had dropped. Letting it hang limply from where he held it, Ash found that the thing the bird had carried was in fact a black leather duster. Sliding it on, Ash inspected himself in the mirror; the dark features he now possessed, along with the dark clothing, and finished off with the menacing paint-job on his face made suited Ash well.
"Ka" The bird crowed in approval.
"Thank you" Said Ash politely, he treated pokemon as he would humans, and he knew that's what made him a great pokemon master "So, going to tell me your name, or should I just call you bird?"
"Murkrow" The bird answered
"Thank you Murkrow" Said Ash, as Murkrow landed on his shoulder, and ash laughed a bit, reminded how Pikachu did the exact same thing.
"Pikachu?" Said Ash in shock, realizing for the first time that he was without his beloved pokemon, Ash turned to the bird "Is he even still alive?"
"Crow Murkrow" The bird piped.
"Where is he now?" Ash continued asking.
"Crow" Sighed the bird, his head hanging low.
"Don't know huh?" Said Ash as he watched the black pokemon fly off his shoulder and back onto the window ledge "No matter, I'm sure we'll find him"
Murkrow looked back up to the once deceased trainer, his eyes fixed on his face.
"So where to now? You are my guide aren't you?" Asked Ash.
"Crow" Said Murkrow as he pointed his beak towards a large house on top of a large hill.
"Professor Oak huh" Ash said to himself "Then I guess it's time to pay the old man a visit.
(So? What did you think? Feel free to put in any comments, good or bad, I do respect my reviewers opinions and love reviews, till next time – Wolvie)