Yami Yame
By: Gardie
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon and related things. I just enjoy it and write fan fiction. Chapter 2: Matt
Ash, Misty and Brock were hiding under the log, which they had used to escape the injured sneasel.
"What happened to that sneasel?" asked a shocked Misty.
"I don't know," said Ash, "But it was hurt bad."
"But it still battled well," added Brock, "And did you see its eyes?"
"I think we should go back to the pokemon centre," said Misty, "This place is dangerous and creepy."
"You're right," agreed Ash, clutching Pikachu, "Pikachu is badly injured."
"I agree too," said Brock, "Those wounds might become infected."
They climbed out from under the tree and began to trudge back towards Yame.
"Uh, guys. I keep getting this feeling that's something is watching me," said Ash.
"Do you think it's sneasel?" asked Misty, glancing behind her fearfully.
"We should just keep going," advised Brock, "Maybe if we ignore it it will leave us alone."
They had only walked a few metres further when a flock of red-eyed murkrow flew through the trees and attacked.
"Help!" screamed Misty.
Ash and Brock both reached for their pokeballs.
"Go, Vulpix!" yelled Brock.
Vulpix shot out the pokeball in a flash of red light and stood ready for battle.
"Cinda-aah!"
Ash cried out in pain as a murkrow pecked his hand and drew blood.
"Vulpix, use flamethrower!"
Vulpix let fly with flamethrower, turning her head from side to side in an attempt to fend off the entire flock of murkrow. In a group he murkrow flew down pecking and scratching. Ash, Misty, Brock and Vulpix were all knocked down and attacked. The murkrow wee pecking violently and Ash tried to protect his face and Pikachu by covering them with his hands. He winced as he felt many beaks digging into the flesh of his hands. The sharp beaks grabbing bits of flesh and tearing them out. He could feel the same pain all over his body.
'It's over,' he thought, 'My pokemon journey's finished.'
Suddenly there was a loud bang and the murkrow flew off his body. He turned his head to see Misty and Brock lying on the ground next to him. Blood was seeping from numerous cuts and scratches and other wounds on their bodies. He then looked up to see the murkrow flock hovering above him. Red eyes glowing and warm blood on their beaks. Suddenly there was a second bang and most of the murkrow exploded. Blood, feathers and lifeless murkrow fell down to the ground. The remaining murkrow quickly fled. A young man, probably in his twenties, jumped down from the bough of a tree. He wore white tackies, blue denim jeans and a denim top over a black shirt. He had ash-blonde hair and brown eyes, in his hands was a powerful shotgun.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he reloading the gun.
"Yeah," replied Ash shakily, climbing slowly to his feet, "Misty! Brock!"
He ran to Misty and Brock and dropped on his knees next to them. The man knelt next to him and checked on Misty and Brock.
"They're alive, just unconscious."
He picked up Vulpix's ball and returned her.
"You're going to have to carry one," said the guy, "choose."
Ash chose Misty.
"Come on. We need to get you and your friends to Yame as soon as possible. By the way, I'm Matt."
"I'm Ash," said Ash, a small tear running down his dirty, blood stained face.
Yame was a small town and didn't have a proper hospital so Nurse Joy looked after both the pokemon and the people.
"You three are lucky," said Nurse Joy, "Your cuts are not that deep. This ointment should have you feeling fine tomorrow. You must rest the rest of today and for the next week don't do anything that puts strain on your cuts till they're fully healed. Okay?"
"Okay," said Ash, Misty and Brock in unison.
"How's Pikachu?" asked Ash immediately afterwards.
"Pikachu and Vulpix will both be fine. I already saw to their wounds and they're just resting."
"Whew!" sighed Ash with relief as he fell back onto the bed.
"Who was it that you said helped us?" asked Misty.
"A guy named Matt," replied Ash.
Nurse Joy sniffed at the name.
"You don't like him?" asked Ash.
"No," said Nurse Joy grimly, "He goes into the forest with a knife or a gun and kills some of those mad pokemon. He brings them back here and tells me to examine them to find out what's wrong with them."
"He kills them?" exclaimed Misty.
Nurse Joy nodded.
"That's horrible," said Brock.
"I keep telling him they're being controlled by another pokemon but he won't listen. Yame trainers like dark type pokemon and Matt insists that they can't be controlled. I think a very strong psychic pokemon could control even a dark pokemon but he says that there probably isn't a pokemon that strong. He's been like this ever since Yami went missing."
"Who's Yami?" asked Ash.
"Yami was Matt's umbreon. They were very close and Yami was the strongest Pokemon in Yame."
Nurse Joy then left to see to other patients but nobody said anything, they were too busy thinking about what they had just heard.
The next day they were walking around the town with Matt. They had all their pokemon and thanks to Joy's ointment their injuries weren't hurting.
"Hey, Matt," said Brock, "Nurse Joy says that you don't think that the Pokemon are being controlled. Why?"
"Yeah," Ash said, "Their eyes glowed red. I saw that happen to pokemon controlled by a drowzee."
"Simple," Matt replied, "Drowzee and any other pokemon that wants to posses and control another needs to use psychic power. You know rock pokemon are resistant to electricity, well dark pokemon are resistant to psychic power. So a psychic pokemon can't control them, they're not strong enough."
"I don't know yet, but I'm sure that the answers are in that building in the forest. I'm going tomorrow, will you come with me?'
"Definitely!" declared Ash, "I'll do whatever I can to help stop this."
Matt nodded, satisfied with the answer.