The Murkrow
Chapter 2
Thunder and lightning continued to make their presence known outside with flashes of lights and booms of noise, but for a certain professor, these were the least of worries. Prof. Oak, highly respected in the field of pokemon studies, now sits in the dark; the glare of the computer the only light on the old mans face. The pictures that hung off the walls show very little resemblance to the man staring blankly at the screen of his laptop. Having not shaven in weeks and not bathing for days have left the once acclaimed researcher a bitter shell of what he was, for on the inside, there was nothing. After the death of Ash, Oak had lost his 'knack' for pokemon, once he could hypothesis the most outrageous theories and manages to prove them correct, now, he was barely able to keep his interest in pokemon at all.
Oak sighed as he slumped into the keyboard, suddenly; the fires of frustration consumed the professor.
"DAMMIT" He yelled, picking up the laptop and throwing it into a nearby wall "WHY WON'T IT WORK?"
As quickly as they had burst, the flames dissipated in the scientist, leaving only the miserable feeling of incompetence to overwhelm the man.
"Temper temper doc" An almost sinister voice said from within the shadows.
Considering the intruder as a threat, professor Oak, on instinct, opened the drawer underneath him and drew a small revolver, turning around and unleashing a shot. Not even a second after the bang of the bullet leaving the barrel, the sickening sound of the bullet driving through flesh was heard. Lightning struck, and as Oak watched on, he saw the silhouette of the man and crimson splatters on his walls; he had hit the man in the shoulder. Expecting screams of pain, laughter escaped the silhouette's mouth, and as a second bolt struck the earth outside, Oak watched in horror as the saw the wound heal up, almost instantly.
Pointing the gun at the shadows where the intruder was, Oak shakily raised the gun again, but as if the shadows themselves wanted it, the gun was knocked out of his hand by a dark blur. So now Prof. Oak sat, shaking in fear as the intruder loomed over him, a third flash of lightning hit, giving the old man a look at the intruders face, the white and black make- up, black hair, and big, dark blue eyes.
The eyes of the intruder rekindled something, a long lost feeling of determination, something he hasn't seen since he first laid eye's upon-.
"Ash?" Prof. Oak almost whispered
The figure cracked a smile "Smart guess, but then again, why else would they call you a professor?"
"You're alive?" Oak asked in astonishment, he knew the boy was dead, he saw his beaten body, he watched as his coffin was lowered into that grave.
"Don't know" Ash responded, going towards the light switch and flicking them on, only to watch the professor shield his eyes until his pupils adjusted "That's why I came to you"
"But, what can I do?" Oak asked, baffled by the medical anomaly standing before him.
"Later" Said Ash, surveying the room; an endless amount of coffee mugs and cigarette buts littered the mahogany desk, the only spot clean was the where the newly destroyed laptop once rested "Gees, you've sure let yourself go"
Prof. Oak chuckled as he fished his pockets for a extra cigarette and his faithful Zippo "This whole town's gone to shit after you died Ash" He lit up the cigarette and inhaled deeply.
"Speaking of going to shit, when did you start smoking?" Ash asked, moving some mugs so he could rest against the desk next to his old friend.
"A while ago" Oak answered gruffly, taking another drag "You were the greatest thing ever to happen to this town Ash, and when you died, the spirit of this place died with you, now all that's left is an empty shell, not to mention the non-stop rain we've had for almost a year".
"It can't rain all the time" Said Ash absent mindedly, before snatching the Zippo away from the professor before he lit another cigarette.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Oak yelled as he watched Ash toy with his lighter, flicking it open and closed continuously.
"You're a professor, you know those things will kill you" Ash said, ignoring the old man's fury "Besides, I'll bet I could use this more effectively than you"
"Oh yeah, and who'd believe that?" Oak asked gruffly, smoking always got his mind off things, now he was just grumpy.
Ash smiled as he pointed upwards. Following the direction of the finger, Oak saw a big, black bird sitting upon the rafters of the room, the revolver in its beak. Oak saw the bird glide down silently before landing softly on Ash's shoulder, dropping the gun into the boy's hand before he saw it disappear into the pocket of the duster he was wearing.
"I think this gun would do me better as well" Said Ash, smiling "Remember, you're more likely to kill a family member than an intruder"
"It doesn't help when that intruder can heal instantaneously" Prof. Oak added with a smirk on his face "But speaking of family, you'll probably want to check out your house"
"Been there" Ash said sadly, looking into the dancing flames of the lighter "Guess mum couldn't stand this place anymore".
"No, she couldn't bear the place where you called home, eventually she just packed up and left" Oak said, standing up and placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, but the second he did, he saw Ash's face contort with pain as he fell off the desk and grabbed and fall to the ground, gripping his head tightly.
----Vision----
"Delia" A much cleaner professor Oak started as he looked at the woman sitting across from him in his living room "Where all sorry for the loss of Ash, but will moving really help?"
"I don't know professor" Delia Ketchum said, her eyes on the verge of tears "I've tried everything else, I just want the pain to stop"
"Then come live with me" Oak said, desperate to help the woman "You need to be with people who care about you"
"You're too kind professor" Said Mrs. Ketchum as she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief "But I just need to get away, I need to forget all of this"
"Is there anything I can do to make you reconsider?" Oak asked softly, in his heart, he knew moving would only bring more pain for the woman, she had already lost her husband, the last thing she needs is to be all alone.
"You're a sweet man, but my mind is made up" Delia replied, placing her cup on the saucer and sitting up form the comfy seat "Thank you for the tea"
"You're welcome" Said Oak as he too got up, hugging the woman "You know I'll always be here if you need me"
"Thank you professor" Mrs. Ketchum said, hugging the man back "Take care now"
----End Of Vision----
The pain in Ash's head subsided as he crawled back up and leant on the desk as he previously did. Looking to see Oak walking back into the room, a first aid kit in his hands.
"Don't need it doc" Ash said as Oak put the box on a spare chair "I'm fine now"
"What happened to you?" Prof. Oak asked, worry evident on his tired face "Some repercussion to your rebirth?"
"Nah, just something I can do" Said Ash as he rubbed his head "I saw you, talking to mum I mean, you tried to stop her from leaving".
"Yes" Oak confessed, remembering those past events "She was so intent on moving, but I just had to try and stop her, I offered to pay for professional help, but she was too modest to accept, and when she left, it was if I had failed her someway. I'm surprised she never blamed me for you're death, if I didn't give you Pikachu, you might never have become a trainer and never would have been killed."
"She loves you too much to even think that for a second doc" Ash told Oak reassuringly "I can't remember who killed me, but I swear, I'm going to make them pay for every fucking second"
"Then I won't stop you, just be careful you don't get caught by the cops, hate to see you make a massacre of things" Oak said warningly.
"I promise you, there's going to be a massacre," Ash said with an insane smirk.
"You should talk with officer Jenny, she knows more about you're death than anyone" Oak said, looking over the filthy room "She knows you're cause of death and possible suspects, though no one's been convicted"
"Thanks doc" Ash said.
"Anytime Ash" Oak said, but as he turned to see the boy, only empty space remained.
Chapter 2
Thunder and lightning continued to make their presence known outside with flashes of lights and booms of noise, but for a certain professor, these were the least of worries. Prof. Oak, highly respected in the field of pokemon studies, now sits in the dark; the glare of the computer the only light on the old mans face. The pictures that hung off the walls show very little resemblance to the man staring blankly at the screen of his laptop. Having not shaven in weeks and not bathing for days have left the once acclaimed researcher a bitter shell of what he was, for on the inside, there was nothing. After the death of Ash, Oak had lost his 'knack' for pokemon, once he could hypothesis the most outrageous theories and manages to prove them correct, now, he was barely able to keep his interest in pokemon at all.
Oak sighed as he slumped into the keyboard, suddenly; the fires of frustration consumed the professor.
"DAMMIT" He yelled, picking up the laptop and throwing it into a nearby wall "WHY WON'T IT WORK?"
As quickly as they had burst, the flames dissipated in the scientist, leaving only the miserable feeling of incompetence to overwhelm the man.
"Temper temper doc" An almost sinister voice said from within the shadows.
Considering the intruder as a threat, professor Oak, on instinct, opened the drawer underneath him and drew a small revolver, turning around and unleashing a shot. Not even a second after the bang of the bullet leaving the barrel, the sickening sound of the bullet driving through flesh was heard. Lightning struck, and as Oak watched on, he saw the silhouette of the man and crimson splatters on his walls; he had hit the man in the shoulder. Expecting screams of pain, laughter escaped the silhouette's mouth, and as a second bolt struck the earth outside, Oak watched in horror as the saw the wound heal up, almost instantly.
Pointing the gun at the shadows where the intruder was, Oak shakily raised the gun again, but as if the shadows themselves wanted it, the gun was knocked out of his hand by a dark blur. So now Prof. Oak sat, shaking in fear as the intruder loomed over him, a third flash of lightning hit, giving the old man a look at the intruders face, the white and black make- up, black hair, and big, dark blue eyes.
The eyes of the intruder rekindled something, a long lost feeling of determination, something he hasn't seen since he first laid eye's upon-.
"Ash?" Prof. Oak almost whispered
The figure cracked a smile "Smart guess, but then again, why else would they call you a professor?"
"You're alive?" Oak asked in astonishment, he knew the boy was dead, he saw his beaten body, he watched as his coffin was lowered into that grave.
"Don't know" Ash responded, going towards the light switch and flicking them on, only to watch the professor shield his eyes until his pupils adjusted "That's why I came to you"
"But, what can I do?" Oak asked, baffled by the medical anomaly standing before him.
"Later" Said Ash, surveying the room; an endless amount of coffee mugs and cigarette buts littered the mahogany desk, the only spot clean was the where the newly destroyed laptop once rested "Gees, you've sure let yourself go"
Prof. Oak chuckled as he fished his pockets for a extra cigarette and his faithful Zippo "This whole town's gone to shit after you died Ash" He lit up the cigarette and inhaled deeply.
"Speaking of going to shit, when did you start smoking?" Ash asked, moving some mugs so he could rest against the desk next to his old friend.
"A while ago" Oak answered gruffly, taking another drag "You were the greatest thing ever to happen to this town Ash, and when you died, the spirit of this place died with you, now all that's left is an empty shell, not to mention the non-stop rain we've had for almost a year".
"It can't rain all the time" Said Ash absent mindedly, before snatching the Zippo away from the professor before he lit another cigarette.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Oak yelled as he watched Ash toy with his lighter, flicking it open and closed continuously.
"You're a professor, you know those things will kill you" Ash said, ignoring the old man's fury "Besides, I'll bet I could use this more effectively than you"
"Oh yeah, and who'd believe that?" Oak asked gruffly, smoking always got his mind off things, now he was just grumpy.
Ash smiled as he pointed upwards. Following the direction of the finger, Oak saw a big, black bird sitting upon the rafters of the room, the revolver in its beak. Oak saw the bird glide down silently before landing softly on Ash's shoulder, dropping the gun into the boy's hand before he saw it disappear into the pocket of the duster he was wearing.
"I think this gun would do me better as well" Said Ash, smiling "Remember, you're more likely to kill a family member than an intruder"
"It doesn't help when that intruder can heal instantaneously" Prof. Oak added with a smirk on his face "But speaking of family, you'll probably want to check out your house"
"Been there" Ash said sadly, looking into the dancing flames of the lighter "Guess mum couldn't stand this place anymore".
"No, she couldn't bear the place where you called home, eventually she just packed up and left" Oak said, standing up and placing a hand on the boy's shoulder, but the second he did, he saw Ash's face contort with pain as he fell off the desk and grabbed and fall to the ground, gripping his head tightly.
----Vision----
"Delia" A much cleaner professor Oak started as he looked at the woman sitting across from him in his living room "Where all sorry for the loss of Ash, but will moving really help?"
"I don't know professor" Delia Ketchum said, her eyes on the verge of tears "I've tried everything else, I just want the pain to stop"
"Then come live with me" Oak said, desperate to help the woman "You need to be with people who care about you"
"You're too kind professor" Said Mrs. Ketchum as she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief "But I just need to get away, I need to forget all of this"
"Is there anything I can do to make you reconsider?" Oak asked softly, in his heart, he knew moving would only bring more pain for the woman, she had already lost her husband, the last thing she needs is to be all alone.
"You're a sweet man, but my mind is made up" Delia replied, placing her cup on the saucer and sitting up form the comfy seat "Thank you for the tea"
"You're welcome" Said Oak as he too got up, hugging the woman "You know I'll always be here if you need me"
"Thank you professor" Mrs. Ketchum said, hugging the man back "Take care now"
----End Of Vision----
The pain in Ash's head subsided as he crawled back up and leant on the desk as he previously did. Looking to see Oak walking back into the room, a first aid kit in his hands.
"Don't need it doc" Ash said as Oak put the box on a spare chair "I'm fine now"
"What happened to you?" Prof. Oak asked, worry evident on his tired face "Some repercussion to your rebirth?"
"Nah, just something I can do" Said Ash as he rubbed his head "I saw you, talking to mum I mean, you tried to stop her from leaving".
"Yes" Oak confessed, remembering those past events "She was so intent on moving, but I just had to try and stop her, I offered to pay for professional help, but she was too modest to accept, and when she left, it was if I had failed her someway. I'm surprised she never blamed me for you're death, if I didn't give you Pikachu, you might never have become a trainer and never would have been killed."
"She loves you too much to even think that for a second doc" Ash told Oak reassuringly "I can't remember who killed me, but I swear, I'm going to make them pay for every fucking second"
"Then I won't stop you, just be careful you don't get caught by the cops, hate to see you make a massacre of things" Oak said warningly.
"I promise you, there's going to be a massacre," Ash said with an insane smirk.
"You should talk with officer Jenny, she knows more about you're death than anyone" Oak said, looking over the filthy room "She knows you're cause of death and possible suspects, though no one's been convicted"
"Thanks doc" Ash said.
"Anytime Ash" Oak said, but as he turned to see the boy, only empty space remained.