2-10:
It's been awhile, folks, since my last chapter, eh? I've recently read "A
tale of two Cities" and a very small piece of "Paradise Lost" by John
Milton- both great books. Anyway, I feel like getting on with my crappy
parody, and just took a short break because the last chapter was sort of a
finishing thing- to book one, anyway. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to
sound cheesy or make you think there's going to be a book three. I'm just
saying that this next chapter takes place a few years later. At least we
can all be thankful that there will be no more flashbacks. ^_^ *yay*
CHAPTER TEN
(X)
FLORIDA
On a hot, Wednesday afternoon (who am I kidding? Heat is non-partial to any given day of the week), the mysterious orange-head woman walked into Bruno's Grocery store as a familiar face- everyone knew her, and she, needless to say, was comforted by that fact. She wore a red blouse and blue jeans with her favorite sandals, and moved through quickly. She was not a nervous person- in fact she had an almost attractive personality. She just hadn't settled in quite yet. Her house stood on the barrier between town and city, suburb and megalopolis. What megalopolis? Who knows? The only person who would be considered able to answer was none other than the manager of Bruno's, Jamie Nelson. She was a college girl, no more than twenty years old, and stayed in the small-time village for her sweet grandmother, only, said the rest. It was she who ran Misty's groceries across the laser- a different kind of laser than the one Misty had centered on so many others' foreheads.
"How's the new house comin' sweetheart?" Jamie asked. Misty smiled and told her it was coming along alright. She hadn't even really had anything to unpack anyway, and it was a nice enough house, relatively new. "How are you and that Del Parker getting along?" she further prodded, trying to make small talk with the only person who wasn't from around there since 1970. Misty knew quite well what Jamie meant, but had not cared to think about it since her last encounter with her when she had asked the same question. Del was a nice enough boy, but Misty had other things to consider besides country romance, especially hiding herself from Mr. Oak, who she was very afraid of indeed. "Jamie I haven't got time for things like that," she said, her voice already beginning to sound like the rest of the natives. "Well I just think yall' ought to do somethin' other than sit around in that house all day and work. A nice girl like you needs something to hold on to in order not to lose her mind." She laughed, "you wouldn't want to end up like old Mrs. Fitzgerald." Misty didn't know who that was, but didn't bother to ask. She didn't care for conversation, sweet as Jamie was. She finished ringing up the groceries and gave the bags to Earl, who smiled politely at Misty, also the most attractive girl in town. (Jaggoff) she thought, smiling back.
She thanked Earl and gave him a nice tip, so as not to have to talk with him- her plan backfired, and she had to stand and look pretty for at least ten minutes while counting the pimples on more places than his face. He waved at her as she pulled her car out of the parking lot and headed for the intersection that lead to her side if town. Her car was a used but clean-looking Saturn she had bought for ten grand. Something had clicked with the car- it was black as a black hole and as she slowly navigated her new vehicle along the black street, her thoughts turned to Amy.
Misty never knew what Amy's intentions were, but it didn't quite matter. She had read it in the newspaper and cut it out to remember her old friend:
"ESCAPED SERIAL KILLER FOUND SLAIN IN SEWER!"
She turned onto her street and pushed her hair over the back of her shoulders. She had let it grow out much farther than ever before. The trees flew by and her feet felt the air conditioner. It was then, her thoughts drifting to nothing, that she was the happiest she had been for a long time.
As she turned her vehicle onto Hickory lane, she saw a green car in her driveway. Her first reaction was not fear. It was hard to say what it was, but not fear. She hadn't thought about Mr. Oak for a while, and it never crossed her mind that the owner of the Ford was tied to him. It was only when she stood at the doorway to her new home and saw that it was ajar that her thoughts turned to her former employer.
She carefully set the groceries down on the cemented walkway and leaned them against each other in a way that they would not fall down as to spill anything. As she returned to her normal posture, she tapped into the part of her brain that she only had memories of now- the killer side. The one she had used to be so familiar with and loved until everything in her life was thrown upside down and vomited into the street. Outwardly, she did not show it- she looked like an average southern girl, but inside she was tensing her muscles and preparing for the worst.
She stepped into the house.
(A DIFFERENT POV)
In a different state than the one was, another was. That is to say, Ash Ketchum. When he was informed of Misty's escape two years ago, Ash had been taken into hiding until she was caught. She never was, but he was no longer in hiding, on his demands. Ash had far too many affairs to take care of besides running from a wanted assassin. These were the years of the pokemon crisis.
It was not such a big issue a few years ago, but people never are happy with the way things are, and soon, an argument was started: That pokemon should not be used for battles. Many argued that they shouldn't even be captured, and Ash, being "retired" from the business, had in a way settled down. He attended the United States Senate meetings as a number one advisor for the new topic, which was most definitely not leaning on either side. Ash was much the same, and really didn't know what to do. He knew deep down that he was against pokemon battles, but he was afraid that his opinion was forced because of the accident with Misty so long ago. He felt that her absence, reappearance, and disappearance had caused him to despise pokemon battles and yearn for their finish.
It was a cool Wednesday afternoon when he stepped out of his car, locked the door and walked, just as before, towards the building. Another meeting was to take place, fruitless as its results would be. No body could agree on what do to. There were very many who wanted to actually enslave the entire pokemon population. The idea was absurd, even to those who supported pokemon capturing. But Ash had a feeling in his gut that very soon, pokemon was going to be a thing of the past. He wore a blue suit, very modern, he thought. He did not want to look like someone who was absorbed in the past. It was a time for new beginnings, he could see. His newfound attitude towards life, many of his friends and fans said, did not suit him at all. This was not the same Ash that they knew, the ambitious, carefree child. Ash looked now more like a businessman than a pokemon trainer, but he was only certain that he was not the latter.
He walked quickly, anxious to seat himself. He always wanted to do things in a hurry, even as a teenager- even before what happened. One of his points that he planned to make today was the internationality of this law. Even someone as. open mouthed as Ash could see the consequences of abolishing training in only the US. He knew there would be all kinds of illegal activity and over-the-border pokemon trades. He felt that if the anti-pokemon movement were to succeed, it would have to be global.
Even so, his thoughts at the meeting were not on his point at all. Just before it started, a beautiful woman with orange hair sat in front of him. She must have been some kind of lawyer, for she didn't actually partake in the discussion which was, needless to say, fruitless. His thoughts turned to Misty. What, he wondered, was she doing now? Something, he wagered. He had given up hope to try and find her by now. She obviously did not want him to, and he loved her, at least, he thought he did, enough to give her what she wanted. Even if she had tried to kill him.
'Till death do us part,' he thought.
And as quickly as it had begun, the meeting was over. Nothing was decided on but a survey to be distributed to the United Nations thanks to Ash. He wasn't really paying attention, though. On the front steps of the courthouse, he stood gazing at the sky for a minute. The trees were slowly losing their yellow and red leaves, and no one seemed to feel distressed at all. He was just sad, and perhaps, he thought, it was his sad look that attracted the orange-headed lawyer to approach him. She smiled and at first made small talk with him. He tried to be accommodating, but he didn't want to ask her out, especially during this time. She didn't seem to mind, but did seem to share slightly the same views on pokemon. She left him at sunset with a "goodbye" and a smile. A nice girl, but not what Ash needed.
He took a different route home than usual, going in a circle of sorts. He turned on the radio and listened to an old song, which was a remake of an even older song. His mind calmed and he felt more at peace on the way home. The other cars passed by slowly, and he rolled the windows down, despite it being fall in New York.
End of chapter X. I had originally planned to stop somewhere earlier, but it looked too short and pretty much improvised the rest. I'd like to take this moment to thank the people that have so far, and are going to, give me good reviews. You've made my life better. ^_~
Please review!
CHAPTER TEN
(X)
FLORIDA
On a hot, Wednesday afternoon (who am I kidding? Heat is non-partial to any given day of the week), the mysterious orange-head woman walked into Bruno's Grocery store as a familiar face- everyone knew her, and she, needless to say, was comforted by that fact. She wore a red blouse and blue jeans with her favorite sandals, and moved through quickly. She was not a nervous person- in fact she had an almost attractive personality. She just hadn't settled in quite yet. Her house stood on the barrier between town and city, suburb and megalopolis. What megalopolis? Who knows? The only person who would be considered able to answer was none other than the manager of Bruno's, Jamie Nelson. She was a college girl, no more than twenty years old, and stayed in the small-time village for her sweet grandmother, only, said the rest. It was she who ran Misty's groceries across the laser- a different kind of laser than the one Misty had centered on so many others' foreheads.
"How's the new house comin' sweetheart?" Jamie asked. Misty smiled and told her it was coming along alright. She hadn't even really had anything to unpack anyway, and it was a nice enough house, relatively new. "How are you and that Del Parker getting along?" she further prodded, trying to make small talk with the only person who wasn't from around there since 1970. Misty knew quite well what Jamie meant, but had not cared to think about it since her last encounter with her when she had asked the same question. Del was a nice enough boy, but Misty had other things to consider besides country romance, especially hiding herself from Mr. Oak, who she was very afraid of indeed. "Jamie I haven't got time for things like that," she said, her voice already beginning to sound like the rest of the natives. "Well I just think yall' ought to do somethin' other than sit around in that house all day and work. A nice girl like you needs something to hold on to in order not to lose her mind." She laughed, "you wouldn't want to end up like old Mrs. Fitzgerald." Misty didn't know who that was, but didn't bother to ask. She didn't care for conversation, sweet as Jamie was. She finished ringing up the groceries and gave the bags to Earl, who smiled politely at Misty, also the most attractive girl in town. (Jaggoff) she thought, smiling back.
She thanked Earl and gave him a nice tip, so as not to have to talk with him- her plan backfired, and she had to stand and look pretty for at least ten minutes while counting the pimples on more places than his face. He waved at her as she pulled her car out of the parking lot and headed for the intersection that lead to her side if town. Her car was a used but clean-looking Saturn she had bought for ten grand. Something had clicked with the car- it was black as a black hole and as she slowly navigated her new vehicle along the black street, her thoughts turned to Amy.
Misty never knew what Amy's intentions were, but it didn't quite matter. She had read it in the newspaper and cut it out to remember her old friend:
"ESCAPED SERIAL KILLER FOUND SLAIN IN SEWER!"
She turned onto her street and pushed her hair over the back of her shoulders. She had let it grow out much farther than ever before. The trees flew by and her feet felt the air conditioner. It was then, her thoughts drifting to nothing, that she was the happiest she had been for a long time.
As she turned her vehicle onto Hickory lane, she saw a green car in her driveway. Her first reaction was not fear. It was hard to say what it was, but not fear. She hadn't thought about Mr. Oak for a while, and it never crossed her mind that the owner of the Ford was tied to him. It was only when she stood at the doorway to her new home and saw that it was ajar that her thoughts turned to her former employer.
She carefully set the groceries down on the cemented walkway and leaned them against each other in a way that they would not fall down as to spill anything. As she returned to her normal posture, she tapped into the part of her brain that she only had memories of now- the killer side. The one she had used to be so familiar with and loved until everything in her life was thrown upside down and vomited into the street. Outwardly, she did not show it- she looked like an average southern girl, but inside she was tensing her muscles and preparing for the worst.
She stepped into the house.
(A DIFFERENT POV)
In a different state than the one was, another was. That is to say, Ash Ketchum. When he was informed of Misty's escape two years ago, Ash had been taken into hiding until she was caught. She never was, but he was no longer in hiding, on his demands. Ash had far too many affairs to take care of besides running from a wanted assassin. These were the years of the pokemon crisis.
It was not such a big issue a few years ago, but people never are happy with the way things are, and soon, an argument was started: That pokemon should not be used for battles. Many argued that they shouldn't even be captured, and Ash, being "retired" from the business, had in a way settled down. He attended the United States Senate meetings as a number one advisor for the new topic, which was most definitely not leaning on either side. Ash was much the same, and really didn't know what to do. He knew deep down that he was against pokemon battles, but he was afraid that his opinion was forced because of the accident with Misty so long ago. He felt that her absence, reappearance, and disappearance had caused him to despise pokemon battles and yearn for their finish.
It was a cool Wednesday afternoon when he stepped out of his car, locked the door and walked, just as before, towards the building. Another meeting was to take place, fruitless as its results would be. No body could agree on what do to. There were very many who wanted to actually enslave the entire pokemon population. The idea was absurd, even to those who supported pokemon capturing. But Ash had a feeling in his gut that very soon, pokemon was going to be a thing of the past. He wore a blue suit, very modern, he thought. He did not want to look like someone who was absorbed in the past. It was a time for new beginnings, he could see. His newfound attitude towards life, many of his friends and fans said, did not suit him at all. This was not the same Ash that they knew, the ambitious, carefree child. Ash looked now more like a businessman than a pokemon trainer, but he was only certain that he was not the latter.
He walked quickly, anxious to seat himself. He always wanted to do things in a hurry, even as a teenager- even before what happened. One of his points that he planned to make today was the internationality of this law. Even someone as. open mouthed as Ash could see the consequences of abolishing training in only the US. He knew there would be all kinds of illegal activity and over-the-border pokemon trades. He felt that if the anti-pokemon movement were to succeed, it would have to be global.
Even so, his thoughts at the meeting were not on his point at all. Just before it started, a beautiful woman with orange hair sat in front of him. She must have been some kind of lawyer, for she didn't actually partake in the discussion which was, needless to say, fruitless. His thoughts turned to Misty. What, he wondered, was she doing now? Something, he wagered. He had given up hope to try and find her by now. She obviously did not want him to, and he loved her, at least, he thought he did, enough to give her what she wanted. Even if she had tried to kill him.
'Till death do us part,' he thought.
And as quickly as it had begun, the meeting was over. Nothing was decided on but a survey to be distributed to the United Nations thanks to Ash. He wasn't really paying attention, though. On the front steps of the courthouse, he stood gazing at the sky for a minute. The trees were slowly losing their yellow and red leaves, and no one seemed to feel distressed at all. He was just sad, and perhaps, he thought, it was his sad look that attracted the orange-headed lawyer to approach him. She smiled and at first made small talk with him. He tried to be accommodating, but he didn't want to ask her out, especially during this time. She didn't seem to mind, but did seem to share slightly the same views on pokemon. She left him at sunset with a "goodbye" and a smile. A nice girl, but not what Ash needed.
He took a different route home than usual, going in a circle of sorts. He turned on the radio and listened to an old song, which was a remake of an even older song. His mind calmed and he felt more at peace on the way home. The other cars passed by slowly, and he rolled the windows down, despite it being fall in New York.
End of chapter X. I had originally planned to stop somewhere earlier, but it looked too short and pretty much improvised the rest. I'd like to take this moment to thank the people that have so far, and are going to, give me good reviews. You've made my life better. ^_~
Please review!