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Chapter IV
Misty had surely been delirious. She had jumped from a six-story office building. For a brief moment, she felt fine, as if she were going to live, but she then rolled forward and saw the street below-
Misty crashed onto an awning. As she fell through the clothed structure, she was reminded of television show in her distant past in which such acrobatics were possible. Damn them, she thought, for fooling us like that. She almost smiled at her misdirected anger. It was then she realized the pain in her back and rear. The wind had been knocked out of her, and the only noise she could make was a muffed "Ughrf". She winced and stared at the floor, concentrating all of her strength not to feel the pain. Sunlight pierced the ruined awning, and made checkered patterns across her front. Misty lied back and squinted upwards. Surely she had broken something. As inevitable as it was, Misty was surprised to see the awning collapse around her. Her head popped up through the hole she had made and looked around. The parade was strait ahead. She stood and ripped the blanket from her, leaving it with the sticks that had held it up, saving her life.
"Mechanical trouble" was what they had said. Brock sat on the side of the float, looking down at the repair men. That was what they had said. That was why the float wasn't moving. The group puzzled over the small white box on the side of the float. "Something was just torn out," they said to the vexed Professor Oak who stood behind them. "I don't care!" he said, "fix it! We haven't got all day." Brock thought he was overreacting. Ash didn't seem annoyed at all. He was just sitting in a chair, stroking Pikachu's back. But then again, Ash never did seem to be himself when he was thinking about Misty. His mood was greatly altered by the girl. They had only just been together as a couple two weeks before what happened. He missed the redhead, too, but not nearly as a comparison to Ash's grief. Pikachu had also been scarred by the absence of "Pikachupi". There were all sorts of little things Brock could have pointed out about the rodent's habits. It reminded him of himself in a way. Brock had never felt sexual attraction to her. She was Ash's from the beginning. He thought, even though it was stupid to say so. It sounded like something from a cheesy romance/drama. This brought him to the thought of Gary Oak. He wondered why. Ash had told him Misty seemed to have amnesia in his last precious seconds with her. Maybe that was why Gary had seized the opportunity. He had never really suspected Gary's attraction to Misty. All in all Brock was lucky not to be tied up in love affairs like this.
He remembered Misty's face, how her aqua eyes cooled her ferocious red hair. That little band she used to tied it up, keeping herself from being even more beautiful to Ash. Brock looked into the crowd, looking for anyone who looked like Misty. And then, there she was, staring intently up at Ash.
Misty opened her eyes. The ceiling came in to view. The sound of nothingness calmed her. She sat up and looked around. A boy was sitting in the chair. What could she remember? Nothing. What was her name? Who knows? The boy seemed too only now notice her. He was playing some kind of handheld game. "You're awake," he said, "The guy watches you for two days, and when he finally takes a break, you wake up." Misty had no memory of the boy. He seemed to be nice. "Who?" Gary stopped and put the game down. "Who am I?" she asked.
Gary looked at Misty confusedly. He later asked himself why he had been confused. It was not abnormal for someone to get amnesia after whatever had happened to her. Whoever had happened to her. Who was she? This could mean trouble for Ash. Gary stopped. Big trouble. He smiled. At leased on the inside, it was a mischievous smile, but on the outside, it was a warm, kindly, handsome smile. Misty could not help but smile back.
Gary got to his feet and sat down on the bed beside her. "You have amnesia," he said in a calm voice. "Your name is Misty Waterflower, and mine is Gary Oak. Do you remember?" Misty shook her head. Gary was overjoyed. Ash was going to get what he deserved. "I can't believe this," he said. Misty looked at him, expecting more information. "That bastard," he continued, "brainwashing you." The girl shifted position. "Who?" Gary tried to look as sympathetic as possible. "Ash Ketchum," he said.
Misty thought of all the questions she could ask. Why? She looked at the chair beside her bed. A yellow shirt and overalls were strewn across it. "Get dressed," Gary said. It wasn't as much of a commanding voice, but more pleading. Who was Ash Ketchum? She wondered. Gary stood and let her up. She was wearing a night gown. As she started to slip out of it, Gary's cheeks flushed and he averted his eyes. It fell on the ground and she reached for her shirt. Gary turned and grabbed a green backpack. Misty eyed it for a second. It looked familiar. He opened it up and put his hand in. Misty had put the overalls on when he pulled out a slip of paper. She caught a glimpse of the words "Bike Voucher" as Gary read it. "What do you know." he mumbled.
They were ready to go. Misty sat in the chair as Gary looked out through crack in the door. "I have to get you away from here." She nodded. He took her hand and led her into the hall outside. It was then she saw a giant yellow rat wobbling towards them. It looked up and saw Misty. She felt a tense moment where she was confused. The thing yelled something in gibberish and started running at them. Gary pulled her arm and they took off, running from Pikachu. Misty felt sorry for the thing. They finally reached the exit, and once they were outside, Gary reached into his pocket. Misty looked back at the hospital door. The rat had disappeared, but signs of life were showing in what she now acknowledged as a poke'mon center. Gary pulled a red ball out of his pocket and threw it to the ground. Misty guessed it would be a transport of some kind. There was a flash, and an orange dragon sat in front of them. "Dragonite," Gary said, "Fly." The thing lurched over on its belly and Gary helped Misty on. As he was mounting, Misty saw a boy come out of the hospital. It looked as if he didn't know what was going on. Before he could do anything, Misty felt herself rise into the air at a great speed. The boy fell on his knees and slowly disappeared as she and her new best friend flew off into the twilight.
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Chapter IV
Misty had surely been delirious. She had jumped from a six-story office building. For a brief moment, she felt fine, as if she were going to live, but she then rolled forward and saw the street below-
Misty crashed onto an awning. As she fell through the clothed structure, she was reminded of television show in her distant past in which such acrobatics were possible. Damn them, she thought, for fooling us like that. She almost smiled at her misdirected anger. It was then she realized the pain in her back and rear. The wind had been knocked out of her, and the only noise she could make was a muffed "Ughrf". She winced and stared at the floor, concentrating all of her strength not to feel the pain. Sunlight pierced the ruined awning, and made checkered patterns across her front. Misty lied back and squinted upwards. Surely she had broken something. As inevitable as it was, Misty was surprised to see the awning collapse around her. Her head popped up through the hole she had made and looked around. The parade was strait ahead. She stood and ripped the blanket from her, leaving it with the sticks that had held it up, saving her life.
"Mechanical trouble" was what they had said. Brock sat on the side of the float, looking down at the repair men. That was what they had said. That was why the float wasn't moving. The group puzzled over the small white box on the side of the float. "Something was just torn out," they said to the vexed Professor Oak who stood behind them. "I don't care!" he said, "fix it! We haven't got all day." Brock thought he was overreacting. Ash didn't seem annoyed at all. He was just sitting in a chair, stroking Pikachu's back. But then again, Ash never did seem to be himself when he was thinking about Misty. His mood was greatly altered by the girl. They had only just been together as a couple two weeks before what happened. He missed the redhead, too, but not nearly as a comparison to Ash's grief. Pikachu had also been scarred by the absence of "Pikachupi". There were all sorts of little things Brock could have pointed out about the rodent's habits. It reminded him of himself in a way. Brock had never felt sexual attraction to her. She was Ash's from the beginning. He thought, even though it was stupid to say so. It sounded like something from a cheesy romance/drama. This brought him to the thought of Gary Oak. He wondered why. Ash had told him Misty seemed to have amnesia in his last precious seconds with her. Maybe that was why Gary had seized the opportunity. He had never really suspected Gary's attraction to Misty. All in all Brock was lucky not to be tied up in love affairs like this.
He remembered Misty's face, how her aqua eyes cooled her ferocious red hair. That little band she used to tied it up, keeping herself from being even more beautiful to Ash. Brock looked into the crowd, looking for anyone who looked like Misty. And then, there she was, staring intently up at Ash.
Misty opened her eyes. The ceiling came in to view. The sound of nothingness calmed her. She sat up and looked around. A boy was sitting in the chair. What could she remember? Nothing. What was her name? Who knows? The boy seemed too only now notice her. He was playing some kind of handheld game. "You're awake," he said, "The guy watches you for two days, and when he finally takes a break, you wake up." Misty had no memory of the boy. He seemed to be nice. "Who?" Gary stopped and put the game down. "Who am I?" she asked.
Gary looked at Misty confusedly. He later asked himself why he had been confused. It was not abnormal for someone to get amnesia after whatever had happened to her. Whoever had happened to her. Who was she? This could mean trouble for Ash. Gary stopped. Big trouble. He smiled. At leased on the inside, it was a mischievous smile, but on the outside, it was a warm, kindly, handsome smile. Misty could not help but smile back.
Gary got to his feet and sat down on the bed beside her. "You have amnesia," he said in a calm voice. "Your name is Misty Waterflower, and mine is Gary Oak. Do you remember?" Misty shook her head. Gary was overjoyed. Ash was going to get what he deserved. "I can't believe this," he said. Misty looked at him, expecting more information. "That bastard," he continued, "brainwashing you." The girl shifted position. "Who?" Gary tried to look as sympathetic as possible. "Ash Ketchum," he said.
Misty thought of all the questions she could ask. Why? She looked at the chair beside her bed. A yellow shirt and overalls were strewn across it. "Get dressed," Gary said. It wasn't as much of a commanding voice, but more pleading. Who was Ash Ketchum? She wondered. Gary stood and let her up. She was wearing a night gown. As she started to slip out of it, Gary's cheeks flushed and he averted his eyes. It fell on the ground and she reached for her shirt. Gary turned and grabbed a green backpack. Misty eyed it for a second. It looked familiar. He opened it up and put his hand in. Misty had put the overalls on when he pulled out a slip of paper. She caught a glimpse of the words "Bike Voucher" as Gary read it. "What do you know." he mumbled.
They were ready to go. Misty sat in the chair as Gary looked out through crack in the door. "I have to get you away from here." She nodded. He took her hand and led her into the hall outside. It was then she saw a giant yellow rat wobbling towards them. It looked up and saw Misty. She felt a tense moment where she was confused. The thing yelled something in gibberish and started running at them. Gary pulled her arm and they took off, running from Pikachu. Misty felt sorry for the thing. They finally reached the exit, and once they were outside, Gary reached into his pocket. Misty looked back at the hospital door. The rat had disappeared, but signs of life were showing in what she now acknowledged as a poke'mon center. Gary pulled a red ball out of his pocket and threw it to the ground. Misty guessed it would be a transport of some kind. There was a flash, and an orange dragon sat in front of them. "Dragonite," Gary said, "Fly." The thing lurched over on its belly and Gary helped Misty on. As he was mounting, Misty saw a boy come out of the hospital. It looked as if he didn't know what was going on. Before he could do anything, Misty felt herself rise into the air at a great speed. The boy fell on his knees and slowly disappeared as she and her new best friend flew off into the twilight.
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