NOTE: BIG Thanks to Mag Rowan and Alex Warlorn for pointing out type-o's! Ga! I'm so ashamed . . . but they are now fixed! Better late than never right?
Chapter 43
The room was gigantic. It was not quite as large as the battling arena, but it had an identically high ceiling. This ceiling was domed and painted with murals of Moltres, Articuno, and Zapdos. It almost seemed to be a cathedral resurrected in their honor. The walls were far stretching, and Misty honestly could not tell where they ended. There were probably fifty or more purple helium balloons drifting and swaying carelessly about the arched ceiling. Dozens of lengthy brown and purple streamers were lazily waving from the rafters above. The floor was constructed of stunning marble; and upon it was placed twenty or so dining tables - each complete with comfortable looking chairs. Resting on these tables were more exquisite foods and drinks than Misty had ever seen. There were numerous bowls of salads, fruits, chocolates, pastries, dinner rolls, cold cuts, cheeses, expensive pies and pastas, and even a fine meat lay carved on silver platters. Misty spotted an entire cherry cheesecake as well as a tray filled with vanilla pudding. There were punch bowls overflowing with sparkling red and purple drinks. It looked incredible; a feast that was worthy to pay tribute to a majestic king or queen.
But even all this wonder and surprise was not the reason that Misty and Brock stood speechless now. Grand decorations and food were not the only things present here . . .
. . . the enormous ball room was also occupied by ALL of the missing trainers. The trainers were standing in small clusters, each engrossed within privately tense conversations. Some were even nibbling anxiously on bread sticks. Apparently these individuals were so starved that filling their stomachs was worth the risk of this food possibly being poisoned.
Misty's eyes began wildly scanning the trainers. Koga, Will, Clair, Giovanni, Karen, Sabrina, Agatha, Blaine, Bugsy, Chuck, Bruno, Erika, Jasmine Falkner, Liza, Lt. Surge, Morty, John Dixson and –
"MISTY! OHMIGOSGH! MISTY! OHMIGOSH, MISTY!"
Misty's head-counting was interrupted; she was nearly flattened as her three sisters sandwiched her within an urgently affectionate embrace.
Misty could not deny the tears which besieged her. She sobbed uncontrollably into her sisters arms. They were all alive. Daisy, Lilly, and Violet were okay. Her sisters began hailing her with questions: "How are you? Have you been treated decently? How did you get that scratch on your arm? Have you slept? Do you know anything about this situation or about the Pokemon?"
Misty couldn't even summon the breath to reply, she had no answers for them now - only hugs.
Brock smiled warmly at the Cerulean sister's tender reunion. "I'm so glad that you are all unharmed," he professed kindly.
Daisy was in such a fantastic state of happiness that she reached out to Brock and pulled him into their massive tangle of cuddling arms. In this moment Brock's white smile became blinding! Misty had never before witnessed a grin so huge on a human being – he actually looked as though he'd stolen a set of teeth from a Gengar.
Ordinarily, Misty would have punched Brock and accused him of being perverted; only right now she honestly knew that he had zero inappropriate thoughts on his mind. Like the rest of them, Brock was overjoyed that everyone seemed to be okay. He was happy, and it was a feeling which he hadn't experienced in a very long time.
After a short moment, Brock sensed that this was a special sister-only moment. He politely excused himself from the ladies company and jogged towards Blaine, Koga, Bruno, and Jasmine; all of whom were at a table nearby.
I can't believe this! Misty's thoughts wheeled with optimism. Everyone is okay. I saw everyone! Everyone is here and alive! I saw. . . Misty hesitated. Her sisters had broken her concentration before she had been able to pick out a few certain faces . . . I need to find Ash. I didn't see him. I didn't see Lance, or Tracey, or Richie . . . or Gary. Or a few others for that matter. Misty gulped nervously. Calm down. It is so crowded in here, and they are probably all just hidden from my sight. Either that or they haven't been brought in here yet. Bottom line: everyone will be just fine.
Misty's sisters slowly released her from their suffocating – though loving – holds.
Daisy's pile of blond hair was drenched. Her face was as beautiful and delicate as ever; yet, it was unbelievably colorless. She looked as though she were a newly molded glass doll whose skin had not yet been painted. Misty had seen Daisy yesterday in the arena, and at that time her sister did not look nearly this pallid and frail – no doubt Daisy was on the verge of a grave illness. She needed to see a doctor – and soon.
Lilly on the other hand appeared to be in decent health. Her usually silky pink tendrils appeared frazzled and dry, but otherwise her physical build was sturdy. Misty was almost thankful that there were no mirrors in this place – as much as she didn't want to think of her sisters vanity at a time like this - she knew that Lilly obsessed about her hair and would probably faint to see it in such chaos.
Violet was smiling broadly upon her; her hands still gripping Misty's firmly. Misty suddenly realized that she had briefly been able to see both Daisy and Lilly since being held captive here, but that this was her first time seeing Violet in months. Misty and Violet shared a private hug. Misty snuggled against her big sister's mounds of hair; unconsciously imitating the way she used to nestle as a toddler seeking comfort. Violet's hair was the rich shade of fresh plums, and Misty was instantly entranced by how consoling the mere sight and feel of it was to her now – even after so many years of closed doors between them.
"You look terrible, Misty," Violet whispered with jest. Misty clenched her jaw, but managed to resist telling her sister how she appeared. "Misty," Violet continued gently. "Don't worry, sweetheart, this nightmare is almost over."
Daisy and Lilly quickly agreed; both smiling and reflecting upon the wonders which were awaiting them back at home: a hot shower, lip stick, the shopping mall, a hair dryer, a massage therapist, and of course, some hot guys . . . nothing that surprised Misty to hear. The only thing that surprised her was how un-annoyed she was at listening to her sisters excited, ditzy chatter. Usually this sort of shallow babble made her ashamed to be related to them, only this time Misty felt reassured and calmed.
Misty sighed into Violet's hair. My sisters really believe that we will be set free when this is over. I hope they're right. I want this terrible Revival ceremony to be over with. Buried beneath the weight of her hope Misty did reserve some doubts about their futures - but her sisters were so optimistic that Misty couldn't help but turn a deaf ear to her nagging instincts. Everything will be fine. But for now, I just have to understand this whole celebration thing.
"What's going on here?" Misty asked briskly, pulling out of
Violet's arms. "Do you know?"
Violet shrugged somberly.
"No, not really. All I know is that the tournament is over. None of
us know who won though . . . probably Lance."
"What a waste of a breathtakingly gorgeous man," Lilly murmured with sincere regret.
"There are no Revivalists in here," Misty observed, choosing to overlook Lilly's air-head comment. "Can we break out somehow?"
"God, no!" Daisy gasped weakly. "Misty, the Revivalists are probably waiting outside the exits with Zappers. Don't even let them hear you talking like that! It's not safe."
Misty swallowed the urge to argue with her sister. The bold, impatient part of her wanted to rally the trainers together and break down the door. But the sensible side of her knew that it was wise to continue following the Revivalists wishes . . . after all, Violet was right, this nightmare should almost be over.
"Hey," Misty peered at each of her sisters. "Have any of you seen Ash? I'm really worried . . . I know that logically Lance must have won, only I can't help but fear that Ash has somehow . . ." Misty closed her eyes, barely able to formulate her next words. ". . . that he's somehow won this tournament. Ash has such a knack for getting lucky in battles and-"
"No, no, no," Daisy cut her off quickly. "Don't worry about Ash, he's here already. You're little boy friend didn't win."
"Oh?" Misty chirped with relief. "He is? Where? Is Gary Oak here too?" Misty's eyes began rapidly exploring the room for any sign of the guys.
Daisy frowned thoughtfully. "Sorry, Misty. I haven't seen Gary. But I'm sure he's either here someplace or else he's on his way."
On cue with the words 'I haven't seen Gary' Misty's face was incapacitated by absolute panic. Lilly and Violet traded curiously alarmed expressions at Misty's dramatic reaction.
"Oh my god, Misty! I so know that look! Do you, ah, need to tell us something? I thought Ash was your boyfr-?" Violet started, only Lilly decided to steal her inquiry.
"Mist?" Lilly offered a nervous smile. "What's going-"
Misty raised a bold hand, silencing her sisters. She was getting really sick of them constantly taking accurate readings of her facial expressions – it was strange, unnerving, and a blunt invasion of privacy! "Nothing. Okay: nothing. Now," Misty gathered some poise. "Where is Ash? It's so crowded in here and I can't tell who is who!" That was the truth. The trainers were literally standing together in such large bunches they looked like an overgrown garden of weeds.
"Come with me," Daisy feebly interlocked her arm with Misty's and lead her towards a dining table in the far left corner of the room. "There." Daisy gingerly pointed to a small group of young men.
Misty's heart fluttered. There - sitting hunched around the table of food - was Richie, Tracey, and Ash. All three of them were enthusiastically gobbling down as many bread sticks and crackers as they could.
Ash noticed Misty's presence immediately and forgot all about his food. He sprang upward with sheer excitement. Misty attendance at once banished all the negatives from his world.
Ash was more attractive to her now than he ever had been before. His russet brown eyes could see nothing but her face; his arms were outstretched longing only to hold her body; his lips were moving, calling out her name. She had not only succeeded in banishing the negatives from his world, but she had caused him to completely forget that anything else in the world even existed. The spell-binding effect she had on him was flattering in a wonderfully appealing way.
Misty sighed quietly to herself, her mind grasping a sincere realization: The effect that I have on Ash, it is the exact same effect that Gary has on me. She ordered herself not to linger on these thoughts. Misty needed to concentrate on enjoying this moment with Ash. I've been so worried about him! God, it IS wonderful to be with Ash again!
"Ash!" Misty dashed forward, flinging herself into his welcoming embrace. She pressed her face into the warm fabric of his shoulder. Relief coursed through her veins at blazing speeds. Her heart pounded erratically; dozens of incompatible emotions flooded her senses. If Ash hadn't been holding her now, she was certain that she would have fallen to her knees. Ash held her with incredible devotion. His hands were both wrapped securely around her trim waist, his fingers pushing gently against the small of her back – guaranteeing her that he would not let go. Misty could both feel and hear his heart as it hammered against her chest - assuring her wholly of how blissful he was.
Daisy, Tracey, and Richie remained still; quietly watching the young couple with genuine contentment. Ash and Misty's tender display granted them all a precious reminder: that innocence and love were worth fighting and surviving for.
"Misty," Ash exhaled her name as though his very existence depended on her being there. "I was so worried. I-"
"It's okay now," Misty raised her face, allowing her eyes meet his. "It's almost over. We're going home soon," she smiled shyly.
Ash mimicked her grin. "Almost time for our date," he winked playfully, and Misty couldn't help but giggle – Ash was indeed the most upbeat person she had ever known. Regardless of this lighthearted moment, Misty was unsettled by the pang of guilt that battered her heart . . . as wrong as it was, she wished that she were looking forward to a date with Gary instead.
Misty swiftly seemed to recall that there were other people in attendance. She glanced at the table. "Richie, hi. How are you? And, Tracey. . . are you . . .feeling. . . better?"
Richie nodded, unable to speak because he was munching on a carrot stick. Tracey simply nibbled his own lower lip and averted her eyes. Misty glanced at Daisy apologetically for neglecting her. Daisy smirked skeptically back in a fashion that somewhat unnerved the redhead. Misty knew that during the last series of battles Daisy had suspected that she had developed feelings for Gary; Misty just hoped that her sister had the sense to keep her mouth shut about that now.
"Excuse me," Daisy announced quietly, her frail body quivering from exhaustion. "I'm going to go talk to Bruno. I want to see if he's got any ideas about what's going on here."
Misty only nodded as her blond sister walked off to find the Elite Four's master rock trainer.
Ash seemed content; he darted back to the table to finish his plate of bread and crackers. Misty followed, and took a seat across from him. As Ash crammed a cracker the size of index card into his mouth, Misty grimaced. Her eyes narrowed with the faintest glimmer of irritation.
"Ask Ketchem," Misty began sternly; her previous tenderness had evaporated. "How can you pig-out at a time like this?"
Ash glanced upward sheepishly. "Gee, Misty, sorry. But who knows when I'm going to get another meal! I mean, this is a matter of survival. You should be doing the same thing. Even if we're freed after this ceremony, there's no telling when or where they'll dump us off."
Misty frowned; even now she hated it when he was right. She hesitantly picked up a rather scrumptious looking cinnamon bread stick and began to nibble. It was delicious! Her taste buds were ignited by the soft sweet spices and hearty textures of the bread. She had adapted to consuming stale energy bars and old fruit . . . this was an amazing contrast; one which was presently sending her senses into overload.
As she swallowed, her eyes continued their quiet quest for Gary. Misty couldn't help it . . . she wasn't going be able to think straight until she found him. So far she hadn't spotted him anyplace within the mass of other trainers. Misty knew that he had to be in here someplace . . . and . . . ohmigosh! How could I have forgotten! Misty's head snapped upward and she glared at Ash again. "Ash, you battled Gary! What happened? Where is he?"
Ash seemed slightly taken aback by her fiery demand. His brow furrowed with a suspicious emotion that Misty could not recognize and – at this point – she didn't care to question it.
Ash frowned. "Well," even that one word wielded a sting
of animosity. "Gary beat me."
Misty's eyes expanded
fearfully. "What?"
Ash shook his head, blood instantly rushing to his face. "That stupid bastard has a death wish," Ash sneered curtly, leaning towards Misty so that his next words would remain privately between them. "Gary cheated."
Misty's head jolted backward. She was at once ruffled by feelings of resentment. "Ash? No! No! What are you talking abo-"
"I meant it!"
"No!" Misty stabbed him with a deadly glare. "Not only is that impossible, but it makes zero sense! Gary couldn't have. The Seer would have known. AND Gary would have had no means or motivation to do so. How could you accuse him of that? Don't you know him at all? He has something called integrity, Ash!"
"Misty," Ash grit his teeth; this topic was thoroughly upsetting
him – and Ash didn't become truly angry often. "I believe that
Jessie from Team Rocketed helped him cheat. But I'm not sure how.
And trust me The Seer has no psychic powers."
"Ash,
you better not be making this crap up," Misty warned coolly, unable
to stomach his seemingly caddy words.
Ash flinched, genuinely hurt by her lack of faith in him. He huffed loudly and focused back on his food. He strained to avoid her accusing stare.
Misty instantly felt ashamed. I don't mean to hurt Ash's feelings, but, he must know that his words are ludicrous! Ash is just so unable to admit a loss to Gary - that has to be it. His story makes no sense. Why would Gary WANT to advance in this tournament? I mean . . . Misty's face froze. Gary promised me that Ash and I would both make it out of here alive. Would Gary really risk his life somehow to assure our safety? Oh my god . . . what IF Ash is telling the truth? What if he's not imagining the circumstances of Gary's win? What if Ash isn't paranoid at all? Is it even possible that he cheated . . .? Would he? And if so . . . how the hell did Gary pull it off?
Ash exhaled rowdily, seizing Misty's hands over the table top. "Misty, let's not even talk about Gary, okay? I know you're just worried about him, but don't be."
Misty nodded timidly, her disturbing thoughts numbing her words.
"And," Ash went on with a slight smile. "After this you and I will never be separated again."
"Ash? You don't really think that Gary could actually beat Lance, do you?"
Ash's face constricted with traceable irritation – he didn't
appreciate the fact that Misty had not acknowledged or even paid
attention to his comment regarding their future. But he realized
quickly that he was being petty and ridiculous and managed to relax.
"Gary is the toughest guy I know, really, he's going be fine. I'm
sure that Lance beat him and he's probably in here someplace now .
. . unless of course . . ."
"What?"
". . . he cheated again."
Before Misty could order Ash into silence, Tracey piped up and did it for her: "Shut up, Ash!" Tracey growled fiercely, his face twisted in a disgruntled scowl. "I know that you two are trying to whisper, but Richie and I can hear every word you've said. And if we can, then who knows who else can! Do you want to risk one of the Revivalists hearing about this 'supposed' cheating business and investigating? Chances are they would kill both Gary and Jessie!"
Ash and Misty stared with momentarily blank faces – that was the most sense Tracey had made since they had seen him here. Was his bizarre mental condition improving?
Misty hurled a serious warning look at Ash. "Let it go, Ash. Do it for me." It was not a request.
Ash nodded at once, unable to refuse her. He tightened his grip on her hands. Misty's fingers were quivering; she knew that Ash could feel them tremble and that he knew how scared she was, but – try as she might – she could not calm down.
She kept telling herself that Lance had won. She knew that Lance must have won . . . it was irrational to even be concerned for Gary. And yet, she was. She was desperately afraid.
With his usual freaky coincidental timing, The Seer's spine-chilling voice crackled down upon the trainers from a hidden speaker someplace in the room. She knew that The Seer had hidden above the arena stage during the battles to make his announcements; so did this mean that he was secretly observing them here also? The idea made Misty feel incredibly uncomfortable.
"Attention everyone and allow me to bid you welcome to the festivities. I trust that you are all enjoying this fabulous meal and the grand company of your peers. Now, no doubt you are all suffering great suspense as to who the victor was in our glorious tournament, and," he laughed lightly. "I'm sure you are also somewhat anxious for your experience here to come to an end. But before we present the winner, I would just like to take a brief moment to thank you all for your cooperation thus far, and to assure you that you will indeed be released once the Revival ceremony had been successful. You will be freed along with your Pokemon. They are currently all in good health and have been treated very humanly; we've kept them mostly in ultra balls for control reasons. But we have taken them out periodically for meals. Now, just think: this time tomorrow you might all be home in your own beds." The Seer's took on a grave tone. "In regards to the Chosen One, I just want to remind you that his fate is not one to mourn. Rather, rejoice his success. He will live on forever in our history books and in the memories you carry about him. The soul will be missed, and we will be very gentle when removing the soul from the body. We have only the best intentions for the future body of our Master! Oh, this IS so exciting! I am truly trembling with a joy I have never known before this day! I trust no one here has any plans to ruin my happiness . . . be sure not to try anything stupid or heroic, for, I promise it will only end in your demise. I hope that you will all learn to share in this exhilarating time, and, remember to congratulate our victor! Now, without further ado, I will tell you the name of the victor; a young man who waged an utterly captivating battle against his worthy opponent . . ."
Lance the Dragon Master. Lance the Dragon Master. Lance the Dragon Master. Lance the Dragon Master. Lance the Dragon Master. Lance the Dragon Master. Lance the Dragon Master.
". . . GARY OAK! Our Chosen One has proven to be Gary Oak! And I will bring him to see you in just a moment . . ."
Misty could no longer hear what The Seer was saying. He was talking, but it was no longer understandable to her. ". . . . . . . . . . . ." that was all she could heed too – if that could even be recognized as hearing anything at all.
The world seemed to hold its breath as The Seer's last identifiable words resounded inside Misty's skull: Our Chosen One has proven to be Gary Oak!
Gary won. Gary was going to die. Die. Death . . . he couldn't come back from there . . . it was death.
Death. Death. Death. Death. Misty fixated on the word until a lethal vice-grip seized her lungs. Air was not even something Misty remembered how to breathe. She gasped feebly – unsure whether or not it was even worth the effort to try and swallow the life saving element. Her desperate wheezing became muffled. Sweat drenched her brow, it poured down her face, stinging her eyes with its cruel mortal burn. Her emotions were paralyzed, but her heart pummeled barbarically against her rib cage – pulverizing her strength of will with each smash. Misty's eyes fluttered; threatening to roll back into the ebony abyss of unconsciousness. She was petrified, yet realized her ominous predicament and, thus, she struggled vainly to grip onto Ash's hands for support. Misty's fingers wilted as though each were a frail flower stem. Her spine felt like jelly; she went limp, sliding backwards rapidly and out of her chair. Her knees cracked against the floor; and her head bashed upon the ground next. Lack of oxygen prevented her from avoiding the dangerous plummet.
Ash had also been rendered immobile by The Seer's stunning announcement. He'd been so dumbfounded that he had not been able to summon the coordination to help Misty as she collapsed before him. Ash watched her consciousness waver; he saw her pant frantically for air. As she fell from his sight beneath the table, he was powerless to save her.
Misty's senses returned in brief, agonizing flashes – her eyesight and hearing seemed to be playing a game of touch and go with her sanity. One second the world was a frozen wasteland of emptiness; and then in the next instant the huge room was engulfed by dozens upon dozens of relived sighs, horrified screams, helpless sobs, and wails of shock and bitterness. Misty could hear the other trainers shouting and crying. Everyone seemed thankful that their Dragon Master would live, but it was torturously bittersweet for them – for now a promising youth was going to be killed. Some trainers were baffled simply because Lance had even lost to such a less experienced trainer. Over the nearly riotous moans and gasps, Misty heard Giovanni's distinct voice exclaiming that this was a "damn shame."
Misty wished that she had the strength to scream about the goddamn understatement in Giovanni's words . . . the goddamn injustice . . . the goddamn . . .
. . . she was going to be sick . . .
The room revolved viciously; Misty could actually feel the nauseating pains of gravity loss. Misty felt as though she had been maliciously flung from an out-of-control carnival ride. The room was actually dancing around her; all she could see was a spiraling kaleidoscope-like blur of purple balloons and brown streamers . . . twirling . . . whirling . . . rolling colors; twisting shades of lavender bleeding into mauve, which hemorrhaged into amethyst . . . the colors continued to gush mortally into the auburn and rusty shades of dried blood . . . the rusty brown colors came from the streamers. The brown streamers seemed to reach out to her desperately; as though begging for help! The purple and the brown decorations; they looked like Gary dieing to her now . . . Gary suffering . . . bleeding and hemorrhaging helplessly while she lay on the floor, incapacitated and unable to save him . . . she was letting him die!
Oh God this is a nightmare. A nightmare. Gary did not beat Lance. He didn't. He can't. I'm hearing this wrong and I can't breathe and I'm suffocating! Helpmeohmygodhelpmegarygarygarygarygary.
Misty shrieked hysterically; somehow taking in enough oxygen to produce the mighty yelp. She suddenly felt Ash's sturdy hands on her arms, dragging her to her feet. Her unstable body slumped heavily against him. Ash's arms were around her firmly. He was whispering something into her ear, but Misty had no idea what he was saying – her senses were still unreliable. Now that she was in an upright position the terrible spinning and gory images had settled some. However, Misty was still too dizzy to find the balance to stand on her own two feet.
This is NOT happening! I refuse to believe this. Gary can't die! He can't! I can't lose him now . . . not now, not after everything we've been through together. His life is not over. We are not over. I won't let him die. I can't let him go . . . I won't . . . he's supposed to be here for me. He said he would be for me. I won't let him go!
Lance was shoved forward through an open door on the far wall. The sea of trainers instantly parted along the middle, allowing Lance to be as he always was: the center of attention.
Lance's handsome face was stricken with anguish. His skin was pale like cheap sidewalk chalk; his eyes cast downward with regret. Lance covered his mouth with a shaking hand as though too ashamed to show his entire face to the heaps of gaping eyes upon him. The dining room was oppressed by silence for an uncomfortable set of moments –even here no one dared to question the Dragon Master until he was ready.Sighing, Lance lowered his hand and stared blankly upon his fellow trainers. "The Seer has asked me to say a few words . . . but all I have to say is-is-" Lance's voice quivered, he stiffened for a moment, trying to regain his composure. "All I can say is that I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry that I failed to defeat Gary. He proved to be my superior. I really tried to beat him. I don't know- I-I am blown away by this young mans vigor, determination, and pure talent. I humbly admit that Gary conquered me; and now I will forever regret my inability to save his life," a solo tear glimmered within Lance's weary eyes. "This is criminal. Gary Oak is a selfless person, and a trainer who was destined for greater things than I can even imagine . . . his brutal murder will NOT go unpunished. We can NOT forget his death or his sacrifice. And-"
"That's enough," The Seer sounded quite aggravated. "Step aside Lance; it is now time to honor our Chosen One. Enter now, Gary . . ."
Just as Lance had been thrust into the room, Gary also appeared through a far door. He looked as though he had been dressed in advance for his own funeral. He was not clothed in a white robe; rather, he was wearing a pair of black slacks, and a simple black turtleneck sweater. His feet were clad in costly looking combat boots, and he wore a leather belt. His gloomy exterior eluded that he was a miserable figure. After all, he was standing solo in a room overflowing with people dressed in the complete opposite fashion.
Despite the dismal message which his clothing implied; Gary seemed incredibly calm – and if he wasn't, he was doing a hell of a job faking it. He stood motionlessly in the corner; his head held high. His shoulders were relaxed; there was no evident tension in his posture at all. The sweater looked as though it had been custom knit to fit him. Every crease of fabric clung casually to his skin - it was form fitting, and complimented his broad shoulders and chest. His cinnamon-toned hair hung in its usual wild spikes; suspending in a disorderly array about his face. Gary's untamed hair was the only thing keeping him from displaying an – otherwise - clean-cut style.
There were a great many sets of eyes fixated on him now. But Gary didn't seem to be looking at any of them. His formidable gaze drifted upward, just above the gapping faces of the crowd. Misty knew that since the moment of Gary's birth he had been the center of attention no matter where he went. Perhaps that was why he was not emotionally breaking down now? Being an Oak meant being constantly in the public eye, it meant training yourself to always conceal your emotions in front of others. Oak's were expected to be smart, prideful, and strong individuals. Not sentimental weaklings. This situation was gravely different than those Gary was used to, and nobody here would have thought any less of him had he cried. However, with this large of an audience, the deep roots of his Oak discipline would not allow him to appear vulnerable. Misty understood Gary well enough to know exactly how he felt: this was his last chance to impress a final memory of himself upon these famous trainers; and he was going to make certain it was one he could be proud of.
"Gary, say a few words to your fellow trainers!" The Seer encouraged gleefully.
Gary's face creased with minute disturbance. "No," he breathed. His word had been hushed but adamant, and The Seer didn't pressure him to make a speech. Instead The Seer fell momentarily silent before saying: "Very well, Chosen One. You may go and enjoy your celebration. But your time in here is brief. You must catch the Miracle Pokemon before the sun sets on this day." And with that, an almost inaudible clicking was heard as The Seer no doubt switched his speaker system off.
Not a single trainer flinched a muscle or murmured a word; the room was as silent as a long buried coffin. All attention was mutely engrossed upon Gary. Nobody knew quite what to say; and his own lack of emotion was alarming to them.
Lance was the first to fracture the haunting quiet. "Gary, I'm so sorry," The Dragon Master spoke calmly; he approached Gary and laid a firm hand on his shoulder. "It should be me."
Gary's sincere blue eyes met Lance's. "But it's not," he replied honestly.
Lance nodded thoughtfully; Gary had clearly accepted his own fate. The young man's courage was extraordinary. Lance had barely been able to digest the concept of death; meanwhile Gary was already boldly walking towards it. No wonder the Revivalists and their monster chose him.
Before either of them had another chance to communicate, the rest of the trainers quickly followed Lance's lead. At once Gary was engulfed by the vast assembly of trainers. He was bombarded with considerate words and sympathetic embraces.
Gary graciously accepted their kindness and thanked them all. He took a moment to hug or shake hands with each person individually. He seemed to be actually comforting them. He was tranquil, they were sobbing. Even the robust Bruno sniffled as he gave Gary a mighty hand shake.
"You're a brave kid," Bruno admitted. "I wish I'd had a chance to get to know you better. You're grandfather would be proud of you, kid. Stay strong," they were meager words really, but Gary seemed to appreciate them.
"I agree," Koga added, pulling Gary into a light squeeze. "You're spirit will soon soar higher than the clouds. You, Gary Oak, will know what it is like to truly be free."
Giovanni took his turn, and offered Gary his hand, "I would trade
places with you if I could, son."
Gary blatantly declined
Giovanni's handshake. "I doubt it," Gary muttered flatly;
narrowing his eyes. His deliberately rude response sent an
uncomfortable tremor racing through the gathering, but no one – not
even Giovanni – questioned his meaning. Giovanni simply nodded,
forced a ridged smile, and stepped aside.
Clair and Jasmine hugged Gary next. Both young women promised to tell the Professor and May Oak how heroic Gary was at the end.
Gary temporarily vanished from Misty's sight as the smothering group of trainers tightened around him. As the waves of trainers continued to rush at him, Misty simply stood frozen in place. She watched him as he gracefully moved from trainer to trainer; humbling accepting their sympathies and praise. Each step he took seemed to move in slow-motion, each word he spoke was repetitive as if rehearsed. It seemed dreadfully surreal, like it couldn't possibly be really happening.
Misty continually heard him say: "It's going to be okay. I have no regrets."
I have no regrets? Tears stung the corners of Misty's eyes as she watched him for the very last time. Her sight was nearly nonexistent due to the building blur of moisture which threatened to fall. She focused all of her concentration upon his dashing smile. She frantically battled her memory banks – forcing them to memorize it. She had to remember everything . . . the way his smooth lips curled into that perfect arch, how those charming dimples surfaced beneath his cheeks. That smile made her feel special; like every time he flashed it, he'd done it just for her. Withering emotion tensed within her throat as she admired his eyes . . . those beautiful pools of sapphire. Crystal, shimmering blue eyes . . . eyes which were overflowing with vitality and determination. His dynamic stare had effortlessly caused Misty to surrender her heart to him. That captivating sparkle and that vivacious fortitude his eyes . . . soon they would be empty. Soon the glimmer would be gone . . . extinguished forever. Misty battled against her tears, determined to study the refined way his body moved as he walked, the way his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm as he breathed . . . it would soon lay still. The strong arms which had comforted her body, the loving hands which warmed her during the frigid night, and the selfless person who had supported her very soul - assured her survival at his own expense . . . he was going to die. Misty would never be in Gary's selfless arms again. Not ever. He was going to be killed, and worse, his body would be invaded by the soul of another man – a crazy man. Gary was to be brutally stripped of his life and his dignity. Misty wanted to scream, to save him! Dammit, he deserved better! Gary deserved to live!
But he has no regrets. Blistering tears slid down her cheeks. Ash was standing next to her; he had not yet approached Gary like the rest of the trainers had. Like Misty, Ash seemed to be rendered in place. This reality wasn't something either of them had been prepared to confront.
How can Gary not have any regrets? What about me? How can he leave me like this? The room swayed dizzily around her again, Misty felt her face go numb as her body threatened to faint. This isn't happening . . . he can't be murdered . . . someone has to stop this . . .
Misty refused to faint. Instead,she allowed herself to become entranced by the subdued elegance in his steps. Gary had managed to spellbind the entire gathering with his calm assurance. There was no other person alive who had ever been able to captivate and comfort her so easily. She needed him. Misty felt and unbearable urge to rush into Gary's arms, to grip him tightly with all her might, to refuse to ever let go! She wanted to force him to stay with her always. To hell with her feminine pride, she was prepared to beg him if she had too. Gary could not leave her. And Misty was not going to let him - not now!
Misty's determination surged; and yet her limbs would not comply. Her feet were weighted in place as though composed of cement. She watched in anguish as Brock enfolded Gary within a timid hug. Misty overheard Gary asking Brock to 'take care' of his Pokemon and to battle with them often. "My Pokemon – especially Blastoise - want to battle; if they stay with my grandpa they'll never get the chance. You can rotate them through him. I've heard countless great things about your Pokemon care, Brock. I'm confident that know no one could care for them better."
Brock was clearly flattered and overwhelmed with emotion. He, of course, vowed to keep Gary's Pokemon safe and to love them like his own. Gary thanked him kindly and Misty knees buckled. This . . . this IS really happening . . . oh my God. . .
Misty felt Ash's tender hand take a hold of hers. He was trying to comfort her; and trying to comfort himself. It was a wonderfully considerate gesture - but futile; and they both knew it.
Gary stepped past Brock now, and for the first time, he frowned, as though dissatisfied. His head turned slowly; his eyes scanning the large gathering as though urgently searching for someone. . .
Misty's lips trembled, she yearned to call out to him, but her lips simply would not move. I'm here! In the corner! Please! I need you, Gary.
There was no possible way that he could have heard Misty's inner plea, and yet . . . in that exact moment Gary turned and faced her.
Gary's cerulean eyes widened with vulnerable sentiment. His jaw tightened. His chest heaved, and his lips parted as an unstable breath left him. In that moment their willing eyes united, exposing all of their guarded feelings and desires. Instantaneously, Gary and Misty were consumed by this unstable gush of emotions . . . aches of longing . . . pleads for forgiveness . . . screams of regret . . . wails of agony . . . tremors of horror . . . mourning, throbbing, stinging loss and helplessness . . . if only time could be rewound . . . if only there was a way to go back and say everything that needed to be said . . . he really HAS given up. Gary isn't gong to fight for himself. He's going to die so that we can all be freed. This pain is unbearable . . . so, THIS is how a broken heart feels.
She couldn't save him. It really was too late.
Gary's vulnerable eyes swept over her, he was focused on her still . . . but not on her face, he was looking at . . .
Ash tightened his grip on Misty's hand.
Gary blinked - not with stun - but with somber, hurtful understanding. He shut his eyes, seeming suddenly oblivious to the deafening buzz of trainers circling him. Gary fully knew that Ash and Misty were far more than just friends. The lack of surprise in his eyes proved to Misty that he had already known – that he had always known. His features surrendered to an endless shadow of nothingness and he nodded.
Regret. No other feeling in existence was so painful. Misty's regret ruthlessly tortured her. It was an emotional switchblade digging her heart from her chest. She was desperate to dissolve the suffering, she tried to open her mouth and scream. She had to tell Gary everything- and she knew that she had to do it now . . .
. . . but, Ash's loving grip had a paralyzing effect on her. His hand was like an anchor- weighing her confessions down deep inside her. I can't let Gary go! I NEED HIM! A new swell of fortitude flooded her; Misty forced her lips to part, she was ready to call out to Gary, only, Ash beat her to it.
"Gary," Ash had somehow regained some composure. He released Misty's hand, and raced over to Gary. Ash physically gripped a hold of his old rival's shoulders; shaking him fiercely. "Look at me!" Ash's sudden burst of anger succeeded in snagging the complete attention of everyone in the room.
Gary sighed quietly, and stared down at Ash. "Dammit," tears of sincere agony burst from Ash's eyes; he was more frustrated now than Misty had ever seen him. "Why? Damn you, Oak! I don't know how you did it, but it's not wor-worth d-dying for, Gary," Ash's voice submitted to the despair. Ash was terrified, furious, and distressed to physical tears. "W-why?" Ash reaffirmed his grasp on Gary and shook him one last time with a tremendous deal of force. Gary stiffened; studying Ash with an unreadable expression. Ash wept, and Gary remained silent - allowing Ash to mourn him . . . to release what he needed to release in order to accept the inevitable. After a short moment, Ash glared up at Gary again; this time with an edge of resentment. "Why?" there was definite spite in the word.
Gary smirked gently, allowing Ash's hands to remain clutched to the fabric of his sweater. "Ash, I can't let you win all the time."
Ash's eyes narrowed as his anger elevated. "No. That's not what this is about! Do you want to die? I don't understand you. Don't try to play all noble to me now . . . y-you can't just treat me like shit my whole life and then stand here and be willing to die for me! It doesn't work like that!" aggravation stormed in Ash's voice, he ripped his hands away from Gary and actually shoved him. "You hate me. Why did you do that for me?"
Gary flinched slightly. His eyes snared brutal hold if Ash's. The two young men stood defiantly, eyes padlocked in emotional confliction. "Ash," Gary stated his name very matter-of-factly; his expression veiled any and all clues as to what he might say. "I-I'm," Gary faltered. He was preparing something, debating something - he was struggling to emit these next words: "I'm . . . sorry . . . for how I've treated you, Ash . . . this is just the way that I am." That was all. Those few words were what cost Gary unbearable amounts of strength and pride to say. It was not really an explanation, nor was it a worthwhile apology – but, to anyone who truly knew Gary Oak, it was a vastly great and precious string of words.
Ash's head snapped backward, his eyes wide with surprise. For a moment he almost seemed satisfied, he almost seemed relieved; but then that cyclone of resentment fumed onward. "That is NOT good enough, Gary."
"Accept it, Ash," Gary forced a meager smile. "You have the future of my dreams waiting for you. I want you to live it to the fullest. Besides, what makes you think that I did what I did for you, anyway?"
Ash clenched his jaw, preparing to argue further, only Gary cut him off. "Good luck," with that, Gary stuffed a small scrap of paper in Ash's hand and then set his eyes on Misty again. Her already rapid heart rate accelerated.
Misty could barely see him through the steady stream of tears with steamed her sight. As he started moving towards her, a soft smile touched his lips and his eyes radiated pure affection upon her. Every other person in the room was suddenly invisible. Misty could only see Gary. The entire world was still besides the slow, tentative steps he took towards her.
"Attention," The Seer's voice returned. "Oak, you have five minutes left to spend at the celebration – I apologize, my child, but it is getting late. The Pokemon must be caught tonight."
. . . no . . . please, no . . .
"G-Gary," her heart began thundering all the more forcefully now; vigorously pumping hot strength to her frozen limbs, and unthawing her nerves. Misty rushed to him, closing the wrongful gap between them. She was instantly embraced. Gary held her tightly and securely like she was the most precious gem in the world. Misty buried her face in his chest, sobbing, gasping, and unable to verbalize any of the emotions that plagued her. Her fingers clung desperately to the fabric on his back; she felt his strong hands grasp her with equal necessity. One hand cradled the back of her head; the other was gripping her waist. Gary's face was hidden in her hair; she felt his body tremble as he struggled to retain a steady breath. He whimpered lightly in her ear, which only caused her sorrows to break her further down. She pressed her face even firmer against him, inhaling in the warm scent of his skin through the sweater. She savored how safe she felt at this moment - in his arms. She savored how right this felt. The misery in her heart had been instantly vanquished and replaced by harmony. And she knew that the moment he released her, the torment would return with a vengeance. She did not want Gary to ever let her go!
"W-why?" Misty gasped, barely perceptible through her moans and tears.
Gary inhaled; delicately cupping her face in his hands. Their faces were mere centimeters apart. His hot breath grazed her lips, causing steamy tremors to zip down her spine. His flaming blue eyes melted wholly inside hers as he spoke: "Misty," Gary whispered her name, and she relished the sweet sultry sound of his voice. Her name sounded so much more beautiful when it came from his perfect lips. "I'm sorry, Misty. This was meant to be."
Misty shook her head sternly. She reached up and squeezed his hands - as though trying to hold them permanently upon her face. "Gary, no-no, I won't let you-"
Gary winced with the purest form of agony. "All of this was meant to be. But it's okay. You will be okay and that's all that matters to me. I can do this because I know that you're safe, that you're happy . . . with Ash, like you've always wanted."
At once Misty remembered Ash! He was only a yard away, and he was watching them very intently. Regardless of Ash's discomfort, Misty wasn't about to squander any of her precious time with Gary by glancing in Ash's direction – she didn't mean to hurt Ash, and if she did she felt terrible. But if Ash really cared about her then he would understand that she needed this time . . . she needed this time to say . . . goodbye.
More tears cascaded from her eyes; she had shed hundreds of tears by now. Misty was amazed that so many more could freely escape her. In insufferably grave times like this, perhaps the supply was infinite? "Gary is this r-really happ-en-ing?" she could barely formulate the dreaded question.
He only nodded; remorsefully tightening his grip on her face.
"But," Misty cried harder. "How c-can I say goodbye to you?"
Up until now many people in this room had been convinced that Gary Oak was incapable of any sentimental emotions. However, in this moment, they all bore witness as a solo tear slowly slipped from his eye and slid down his face. Misty quickly reached her hand out, overpowered by the urge and necessity to catch his tear in her hand. But, she had not been fast enough, and the precious tear plummeted to the marble flooring. It vanished with a small, soundless splash . . . its existence had perished. Gary's soul was destined to follow.
Misty stared with dejection at her failure to save his tear; she silently cursed herself for not reaching out sooner. She glanced desolately back at Gary. "Don't leave me," she implored.
Gary sighed heavily, the gravity of her plea shattering his will. "It's not easy for me to walk away. I don't want to go. But everyone else here is counting on me; you are counting on me. You all need to go home. I- I don't want to leave you, Misty."
"But, I can't lose you, Gary. Why can't we stay like this?" Misty wrapped her hands firmly around the back of his neck, adhering to him with every ounce of strength she possessed. "Gary," their eyes bonded deeper. Misty saw Ash stepping closer from the corner of her eye. "I-I . . .I-"
Ash stood just behind her now, his face reflected back at her through Gary's eyes. Gary saw Ash too, and he saw the grief crippling his old rivals face.
Gary breathed conclusively; his eyes claiming every shred of her focus. There was zero doubt in his voice. "Misty, I know."
"Gary-"
"Attention," The Seer had impeccable timing. "Chosen One, please proceed towards the exit now. It is time. You must prepare yourself to go after the Miracle Pokemon!"
Gary either chose to ignore The Seer or perhaps he honestly could not hear him. His sole attention was completely lost in the emotional maze of Misty's eyes.
Ash had situated himself so close to Gary and Misty it was actually unnerving. "You know what?" Ash glared uncomfortably at Gary, then turned to face Misty. "What does he know, Misty?"
I can't go on like this. I'm sorry, Ash. I have to tell you the truth now. Especially now that Gary KNOWS how I feel. He admitted it AND I saw it in his eyes. I saw that he feels the same. I'm not giving him up. I'm going to fight for him. Maybe my love and support can give him the strength to refuse them, I don't know, but I HAVE to try! I'm so sorry, Ash, God knows you mean the world to me . . . but I can't help the way that I feel. Now, I just have to face Ash and actually tell him-
Gary abruptly pulled away from Misty; her heart froze as though ice water had been injected inside her veins. Gary cast a heartbreaking eye of sorrow upon her.
With a shallow breath, Gary then turned to Ash and smirked. "Don't let your mind wander too far, Ash, it's too little to be let out alone."
Ash's nostrils flared, he grabbed Misty's hand and gently - but firmly - and pulled her into a hug. "It's okay, Misty, I'm here." It was apparent that Ash was utterly confused by the emotional exchange between Gary and Misty. All Ash knew for sure was that he didn't like it.
Gary began walking towards the rooms exit; apparently he had heard The Seers orders after all.
"Wait, Gary-" Misty reached out to him through her haze of tears. Gary's didn't react to her call.
Surprisingly, Tracey decided that he would say goodbye to Gary as all of the others trainers had. The artist jogged quickly, catching up with Gary who was already half way to the door. "Well, good luck, Oak," Tracey offered nervously.
"Thank you," Gary replied, still moving towards the exit.
"Good luck with that whole bleeding to death thing."
Gary momentarily halted in his tracks. Tracey looked extremely anxious. "Yeah, I saw them practicing on some of their own Revivalists," Tracey rambled on fretfully, he had now snagged the attention of everyone in the room. "They cut pretty deep . . . they were going to use me as the next practice victim because they kept messing up the cut. Only, lucky for me, they finally got the technique of slashing the wrists down fairly well. You see, that's why I was allowed to live. But I had to watch them practice on a few other guys first . . . it's terribly bloody. I just hate blood! God . . . just thinking about the way those Revivalist's screamed is horrify-"
"Tracey!" Misty shrieked hysterically, wriggling out of Ash's arms to charge him. "What's wrong with you?" she wanted to bash his brains out! How could he say that to Gary- now!
Gary curled a disgusted lip, avoiding Misty's eyes. "I think it's apparent what's wrong with him after hearing that story." Gary glanced at Tracey; the artist was genuinely pleased with himself for giving Gary (what he thought was) helpful news. "Um, thanks, Tracey." At last, Gary Oak was truly unnerved.
Misty now understood why Tracey was so unbelievably traumatized, and she sympathized immensely with him. But what he said to Gary was TOTALLY uncalled for. Misty shoved Tracey out of her way and ran after Gary. "Wait!"
Gary whirled towards her like an irate tornado. He held a hand in the air to stop her from advancing any closer to him. "Goodbye, Misty," he still couldn't even look at herThe frosty bite in his tone stunned her.
Gary glanced upward to address the crowd around him. "Goodbye, everyone," there was a doleful murmur of farewells rippling throughout the group, but nobody's words were really comprehendible.
"No," Misty shook her head frantically; darting after him. If Gary thinks he's going to make this any easier with a clean cut break he's crazy! And if he's worried about hurting Ash's feelings than he's even crazier STILL! I don't know why he's suddenly acting cold, but I KNOW that he feels just as strongly for me as I do for him and he has to face it! I'm not that easily deterred! I have to catch up to him. Gary was moving briskly towards the exit. There were such a great many trainers between them that she could only see the spikes of his hair now. He was swiftly disappearing before her eyes. "WAIT!" The great sea of trainers had closed tightly behind Gary as he approached the door – Misty's path was completely blocked. Unintentionally, Bruno stood directly in her way. "NO! GARY! WAIT!"
SLAM!
The door was already shut. Gary Oak was gone.
Standing alone in the far corner of the room was Ash. He sniffled quietly to himself, unable to help but feel as though he'd lost both Gary and Misty forever today. He remembered the peculiar scrap of paper which Gary had stuffed in his hand. Curious, Ash unfolded it and allowed his eyes to scan the scribbled message inside:
56784 my bank account #. 09-59 my security pass #. Memorize them! Especially the pass #, just think of Blastoise and Arcanine's Pokedex numbers, ok? There is a lot of money in there and it's yours. But make sure that you give Jessie, James, and Meowth from Team Rocket 20-grand and buy them a new car. Something nice, maybe a new jeep so they can store a lot of Pokemon in it. Kidding. Bottom line: I owe them, and don't concern yourself with the why. They did give me this paper and pencil you know though. & One more thing: never hurt Misty. Never, not for any reason. If you do, I'll be forced to haunt your sorry ass forever. Now, tear this paper up and pretend it's a sushi roll and swallow it. Don't breathe a word of this. Just eat the evidence. Thanks. I know you won't let me down. You were never a disappointment, Ash. Go live my dreams. Gary. P.S. – Don't worry, you'll get out of here, the 'cavalry' will arrive. I've made sure of it.
"What the . . .?" Ash's private words trailed off as he crumbled the paper into a tiny ball, preparing to do as Gary asked and swallow it.
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CHAPTER 42 THANKS:
Alex Warlorn- Wow, you were ultra quick to review the last chapter! Thanks! Let's see, you always make so many awesome comments . . . ah, yes! I didn't know if Lugia was a male or female so I just went with the all-impersonal 'It'. Yeah, I know, 'It' is terrible. I somehow always use the word though. I do think that cutting the chapters was a good idea. I think it flows better this way. & You were right, the room is not a death chamber. Thanks again for EVERYTHING!
Midnight Mist- Honey! Your latest fic ROCKED! It was my fave yet! I TOTALLY WUBBED IT! Anyways, I also TOTALLY loved your review. Gosh, you are so nice to me! I'm glad you thought the last update was heartbreaking, I guess that is a good thing! Hee hee . . . after this I really need to write a happy story! This is emotionally draining, lol! You made me giggle with this: "And throw love into the mix and you don't quite get the powerpuff girls, you get a kickass fic like this one. XD" haha, thanks! Okay, now, I'm not gonna take up any more of your time when you should be writing more egoshippies, hee hee!
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MagCat- Hey! Good point, Ash probably wouldn't spend quality time with Misty at her gym, heh. Thanks for all your great comments. I always look forward to reading your reviews. Update your fics soon!
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MagRowan- Wow, I had a lot of typo-s in that last chapter, and I prolly have a lot in this one too. I'm so ashamed, lol. Just so ya know I did go back and fix all the type-o's in the last chapter. There were just too many for me to bypass for now. Oh & congrats on placing 3rd in that costume contest! That's SO cool! Thank for the great review. Well, as promised here is the update!
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EVERYONE: Okay, I updated quickly just as promised! The next chapter should be up within 2 weeks-ish. I have a TON of school work, plus 2 tests this week, so I prolly won't get around to typing anything up until next weekend. . . of course, if I get REALLY inspired that could change. So please R&R! I truly thrive on reviews! I wub you all so much! I feel very fortunate to have such thoughtful and intuitive readers. Maia