It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, this chapter shows only one thing about me- I suck at speaches...
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Chapter III
Clouds inched their way along the cerulean sky. A light breeze played at Misty's hair. Her eyes were cold as she stared down into the town plaza of Goldenrod city. The float Ash stood on was white with red ribbons on the side. The crowds moved their heads in opposite directions. Behind Ash, proffessor Oak, Gary, and Brock stood still, waiting for the swarms to quiet. Oak approached the wooden podium. The crowd's noise fell to a low murmor, and eventually to silence. Pikachu's ears twitched occasionally. (No spellcheck =p) "Ladies and gentlemen," Oak started his speach, "nine years ago, Ash Ketchum walked into my lab and I gave him a poke'mon... in less than a year, he had gotten every badge in Kanto and was ready for the Elite Four." The Elite Four stood on a seperate float.
-Oak: "Ash then went on to the Johto league. There is no doubt he has talent. Six years ago, Ash's friend Misty, was found-"
Ash put his hand on Oak's shoulder. A solemn look was on his face. Oak looked back and nodded.
-Oak: "In any case, Ash was thrown a traumatic wild card. His poke'mon- all except Pikachu, here, were stolen..."
Pikachu nodded in the same manor that Oak had. He wasn't the only one who had lost good friends.
All this time, Misty was slowly putting together her sniper. With every word that came from Oak's weathered mouth, she hated Ash Ketchum even more. And the worst part was, she didn't know why. She finished the assembly and pulled the sniper over the edge of the rooftop. Misty glanced below at a green-striped awning before putting her eye to the lense. Through it she could see the professor finish and step aside to let Ash step forward. Oak had handed him a golden trophy, and Ash set it on the podium. The crowd quieted for a second time. Pikachu looked around nervously, like he had a sixth sense and could just now notice death comming. Ash began to speak.
-Ash: "What Prof. Oak said was true. Six years ago, I was thrown a wild card."
Misty noticed that Ash didn't have a piece of paper on the podium in front of him. She admired that, and hated him more.
-Ash: "My poke'mon were stolen from me, along with one of my best friends. I wasn't the only one who suffered, though. I'm sure all of you have read the newspaper and have told your children about the strange abductions. Gary Oak, Proffessor Oak's grandson, had disappeared as well."
Misty saw some of the people bow their heads in reverence, but in her head she was screaming, "Liar! Liar! Gary saved me from you!"
-Ash: "I don't think I would have kept on with poke'mon if it hadn't been for my friend, Brock, and the Professor's mutual pain of loss. I remember when I was fourteen. You wouldn't be going to far to say I was an airhead,"
The crowd chuckled.
-Ash: "And Misty was right there behind me, rubbing it in my face.
"With a mallet," Brock commented. The crowd laughed again.
-Ash: "I never would have admitted it..."
Ash stopped and stared at the floor, then up to a child no more than one year old sitting on his dad's shoulders, and finally to a boy and his girlfriend, sitting together on a traffic sign. Ash sighed. "This will probably sound stupid," he said, "but I'm retiring." The crowd look shocked. Pikachu gave a sympathetic whimper. "I just can't do this anymore," he went on. Misty saw Lance close his eyes. "I'm not a poke'mon trainer, anymore," said Ash, "I'm just a guy- an ordinary guy, who has fallen in love with someone, and lost them." This was a bit more moving to the crowd. Loud murmors floated about in the air. Ash wasn't going to say anymore, but he just stood there. Misty was shocked. Ash loved her? She was pretty sure he didn't mean Gary- she couldn't see how anyone could like him. After all he had said, Misty felt mixed feelings, like those I have for the popular beverage of Sunny-Delight. I know I love the drink, but I also know it gives me terrible stomach pains...
Misty hadn't the heart to kill such a pitiful boy. That was one hand. On the other, how could she dissobey Mr. Oak's order? Misty stayed on one knee for a moment. Her finger gripped the trigger, playing with it- having a game to see how much pressure it could apply before it was all over and Ash's head exploded in a blazing flower of blood and shreds of skin, leaving half of his face behind. Her eyes flared. "Let's find out," she said to herself. Misty stood and put the sniper on the floor. She grinned, and jumped down onto the green-striped awning, holding her handguns in their holdsters, for she knew she would need them...
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End of chapter threeee-eeee! I had had it done way before this, but my computer was struck by lightning, so, you know. Anyway, what did you think? I want reviews! ^_^
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Chapter III
Clouds inched their way along the cerulean sky. A light breeze played at Misty's hair. Her eyes were cold as she stared down into the town plaza of Goldenrod city. The float Ash stood on was white with red ribbons on the side. The crowds moved their heads in opposite directions. Behind Ash, proffessor Oak, Gary, and Brock stood still, waiting for the swarms to quiet. Oak approached the wooden podium. The crowd's noise fell to a low murmor, and eventually to silence. Pikachu's ears twitched occasionally. (No spellcheck =p) "Ladies and gentlemen," Oak started his speach, "nine years ago, Ash Ketchum walked into my lab and I gave him a poke'mon... in less than a year, he had gotten every badge in Kanto and was ready for the Elite Four." The Elite Four stood on a seperate float.
-Oak: "Ash then went on to the Johto league. There is no doubt he has talent. Six years ago, Ash's friend Misty, was found-"
Ash put his hand on Oak's shoulder. A solemn look was on his face. Oak looked back and nodded.
-Oak: "In any case, Ash was thrown a traumatic wild card. His poke'mon- all except Pikachu, here, were stolen..."
Pikachu nodded in the same manor that Oak had. He wasn't the only one who had lost good friends.
All this time, Misty was slowly putting together her sniper. With every word that came from Oak's weathered mouth, she hated Ash Ketchum even more. And the worst part was, she didn't know why. She finished the assembly and pulled the sniper over the edge of the rooftop. Misty glanced below at a green-striped awning before putting her eye to the lense. Through it she could see the professor finish and step aside to let Ash step forward. Oak had handed him a golden trophy, and Ash set it on the podium. The crowd quieted for a second time. Pikachu looked around nervously, like he had a sixth sense and could just now notice death comming. Ash began to speak.
-Ash: "What Prof. Oak said was true. Six years ago, I was thrown a wild card."
Misty noticed that Ash didn't have a piece of paper on the podium in front of him. She admired that, and hated him more.
-Ash: "My poke'mon were stolen from me, along with one of my best friends. I wasn't the only one who suffered, though. I'm sure all of you have read the newspaper and have told your children about the strange abductions. Gary Oak, Proffessor Oak's grandson, had disappeared as well."
Misty saw some of the people bow their heads in reverence, but in her head she was screaming, "Liar! Liar! Gary saved me from you!"
-Ash: "I don't think I would have kept on with poke'mon if it hadn't been for my friend, Brock, and the Professor's mutual pain of loss. I remember when I was fourteen. You wouldn't be going to far to say I was an airhead,"
The crowd chuckled.
-Ash: "And Misty was right there behind me, rubbing it in my face.
"With a mallet," Brock commented. The crowd laughed again.
-Ash: "I never would have admitted it..."
Ash stopped and stared at the floor, then up to a child no more than one year old sitting on his dad's shoulders, and finally to a boy and his girlfriend, sitting together on a traffic sign. Ash sighed. "This will probably sound stupid," he said, "but I'm retiring." The crowd look shocked. Pikachu gave a sympathetic whimper. "I just can't do this anymore," he went on. Misty saw Lance close his eyes. "I'm not a poke'mon trainer, anymore," said Ash, "I'm just a guy- an ordinary guy, who has fallen in love with someone, and lost them." This was a bit more moving to the crowd. Loud murmors floated about in the air. Ash wasn't going to say anymore, but he just stood there. Misty was shocked. Ash loved her? She was pretty sure he didn't mean Gary- she couldn't see how anyone could like him. After all he had said, Misty felt mixed feelings, like those I have for the popular beverage of Sunny-Delight. I know I love the drink, but I also know it gives me terrible stomach pains...
Misty hadn't the heart to kill such a pitiful boy. That was one hand. On the other, how could she dissobey Mr. Oak's order? Misty stayed on one knee for a moment. Her finger gripped the trigger, playing with it- having a game to see how much pressure it could apply before it was all over and Ash's head exploded in a blazing flower of blood and shreds of skin, leaving half of his face behind. Her eyes flared. "Let's find out," she said to herself. Misty stood and put the sniper on the floor. She grinned, and jumped down onto the green-striped awning, holding her handguns in their holdsters, for she knew she would need them...
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End of chapter threeee-eeee! I had had it done way before this, but my computer was struck by lightning, so, you know. Anyway, what did you think? I want reviews! ^_^