I'M BACK. Not that that's a good thing, necessarily, but I have just about
decided to give this story up. But I can't help returning and reading the
reviews. These stories always get me and make me smile, even if I don't
want to, because that would make me a sissy who reads pokemon romance
stories. I don't particularly like the show or game, but my mind won't let
me alone until I finish this. So here's the next chapter.
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CHAPTER V: STUPID
Ash was thinking the usual, just another hallucination. He had seen Misty's face plenty of times before, in a crowd or floating above his head at night. Sometimes even in the shower.
It was then he began to realize just how sick he was. Misty was dead- even though it had taken a few years of therapy to realize that. He was the only one who had seen her flying off with some other guy on a Pigeot. How could she be dead when there was such a mystery behind it? He decided to look again at the misty look-alike. She blinked. Ash looked at her outfit- a black sweatshirt and sweatpants. It was July- this lady was either stupid or on an extreme exercise and diet program. Or maybe she was misty, in fact, on some sort of secret mission. He looked into her eyes and saw that she was looking at him. He began to worry. Why? Because she was looking angry.
His face felt cold and flushed when the woman stepped over the yellow and black blockade, still looking at him. Ash saw Brock in the corner of his eye. He hadn't seen it and was staring at another woman in the crowd. (a perv like me.) The misty look-alike put one hand on the side of the float, and a police officer started walking to her. Ash didn't want him to stop her, but did. This woman could be a fan of some sort- who happened to look like misty and wanted to kill him. He then thought about how he didn't care about whether or not he lived, and held a hand to the officer to stop him. Two other fans in the crowd seemed to think they would get the same treatment and tried to cross. The officer restrained them. It was then that Ash could see Brock was looking at the girl. It was really the first time he had ever seen his eyes open. He saw the resemblance, too.
Ash held out his hand to the woman. She didn't take it- instead jumping like a cat at him! He stepped back and she wasted no time drawing her pistol. The crowd had started running- "Stupid things" she said. Ash stared at her- she could talk- why was that so surprising to him? Because she was a hallucination, right? They couldn't talk. His attention then returned to the gun, which was shaking- no her hand was shaking. "What?" he said.
"Stupid things- they see someone with a gun and they automatically think it's them they're after." Ash felt hurt. This woman was going to kill him, even after he had let her through the blockade. Speaking of which, the policeman was moving towards them again. "What do you want?" he asked. She shrugged, "To kill you." Ash couldn't look her in the eyes anymore. He was going to die. She seemed to be waiting for him to say something.
Why doesn't he look scared? She thought. He seemed to be waiting for it. Maybe he knew something she didn't. But then why did the police look so scared? Misty steadied her hand. There was no turning back, now. It was unprecedented that someone gave up and ran away from the job. She tried to motivate herself. He kidnapped me, she thought. He is a bad man. It was no different than before. She must have had at least a dozen jobs before- all organized by Mr. Oak. She had performed them excellently. This time was no different, except the he was the man she loved- what? That thought never crossed her mind- and to prove it she pulled the trigger. The bullet tore right through his flesh- his head. His head? No- just his heart, maybe a bit to the left. He was lying on the floor with a red hole in the exact middle of his chest. It wouldn't kill him- there wasn't a chance. He would be rushed to a hospital- she thought, and given the proper treatment- life saved- case closed. She would go to jail for the rest of her life- not even being able to finish the job. That was not going to happen. It had never happened before.
She shot him again.
And again.
His body jerked with both shots. Blood spit up into the air. She was about to fire her last bullet when she remembered why she had come- to find out why. Ash was the only one who could give her his side of the story. The word Oak came to her mind. A scheme. To keep her from the truth. Whatever, she thought. I want some ice cream- how bout you? She looked at the man writhing with holes in his leg, shoulder, and chest. She dropped the gun and jumped over the entire float, landing in the street. A fire escape was in front of her. She had no difficulty climbing up it. Halfway there, and a shot was fired- right into her leg. She fell and hit the pavement, looking up into the barrel of a police officer's gun.
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Tada- there goes chapter five. Don't make the mistake of thinking the story is over. Far from it. _ _ \/ __
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CHAPTER V: STUPID
Ash was thinking the usual, just another hallucination. He had seen Misty's face plenty of times before, in a crowd or floating above his head at night. Sometimes even in the shower.
It was then he began to realize just how sick he was. Misty was dead- even though it had taken a few years of therapy to realize that. He was the only one who had seen her flying off with some other guy on a Pigeot. How could she be dead when there was such a mystery behind it? He decided to look again at the misty look-alike. She blinked. Ash looked at her outfit- a black sweatshirt and sweatpants. It was July- this lady was either stupid or on an extreme exercise and diet program. Or maybe she was misty, in fact, on some sort of secret mission. He looked into her eyes and saw that she was looking at him. He began to worry. Why? Because she was looking angry.
His face felt cold and flushed when the woman stepped over the yellow and black blockade, still looking at him. Ash saw Brock in the corner of his eye. He hadn't seen it and was staring at another woman in the crowd. (a perv like me.) The misty look-alike put one hand on the side of the float, and a police officer started walking to her. Ash didn't want him to stop her, but did. This woman could be a fan of some sort- who happened to look like misty and wanted to kill him. He then thought about how he didn't care about whether or not he lived, and held a hand to the officer to stop him. Two other fans in the crowd seemed to think they would get the same treatment and tried to cross. The officer restrained them. It was then that Ash could see Brock was looking at the girl. It was really the first time he had ever seen his eyes open. He saw the resemblance, too.
Ash held out his hand to the woman. She didn't take it- instead jumping like a cat at him! He stepped back and she wasted no time drawing her pistol. The crowd had started running- "Stupid things" she said. Ash stared at her- she could talk- why was that so surprising to him? Because she was a hallucination, right? They couldn't talk. His attention then returned to the gun, which was shaking- no her hand was shaking. "What?" he said.
"Stupid things- they see someone with a gun and they automatically think it's them they're after." Ash felt hurt. This woman was going to kill him, even after he had let her through the blockade. Speaking of which, the policeman was moving towards them again. "What do you want?" he asked. She shrugged, "To kill you." Ash couldn't look her in the eyes anymore. He was going to die. She seemed to be waiting for him to say something.
Why doesn't he look scared? She thought. He seemed to be waiting for it. Maybe he knew something she didn't. But then why did the police look so scared? Misty steadied her hand. There was no turning back, now. It was unprecedented that someone gave up and ran away from the job. She tried to motivate herself. He kidnapped me, she thought. He is a bad man. It was no different than before. She must have had at least a dozen jobs before- all organized by Mr. Oak. She had performed them excellently. This time was no different, except the he was the man she loved- what? That thought never crossed her mind- and to prove it she pulled the trigger. The bullet tore right through his flesh- his head. His head? No- just his heart, maybe a bit to the left. He was lying on the floor with a red hole in the exact middle of his chest. It wouldn't kill him- there wasn't a chance. He would be rushed to a hospital- she thought, and given the proper treatment- life saved- case closed. She would go to jail for the rest of her life- not even being able to finish the job. That was not going to happen. It had never happened before.
She shot him again.
And again.
His body jerked with both shots. Blood spit up into the air. She was about to fire her last bullet when she remembered why she had come- to find out why. Ash was the only one who could give her his side of the story. The word Oak came to her mind. A scheme. To keep her from the truth. Whatever, she thought. I want some ice cream- how bout you? She looked at the man writhing with holes in his leg, shoulder, and chest. She dropped the gun and jumped over the entire float, landing in the street. A fire escape was in front of her. She had no difficulty climbing up it. Halfway there, and a shot was fired- right into her leg. She fell and hit the pavement, looking up into the barrel of a police officer's gun.
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Tada- there goes chapter five. Don't make the mistake of thinking the story is over. Far from it. _ _ \/ __