Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon or any of its characters. They all belong to Satoshi Tajiri and the Nintendo Company. The only thing I own is my obsession to egoshipping… (Yes, you can stop pointing now…)
Summary: While looking for firewood, Misty gets trapped in a cave… Along with someone that she didn't expect… Egoshipping GaryxMisty
Warning: This fic is, of course, an egoshipping fanfiction. Yep, that means it's a Gary/Misty, known as Shigeru/Kasumi (in Japanese). If you are not comfortable with this pairing, I'd highly suggest that you hit the "Back" button… But if you're obsessed with egoshipping as I am, then by all means… Welcome and I hope ya enjoy!
Reminder: All texts written in italics refer to either flashbacks or thoughts… This ficcie happens sometime after the animé episode entitled "Power Play".
Author's Note: Well, this is my second ficcie! Please read and review! Hope ya all egoshippers out there like it… Thanks a lot – Momentum's Strife
Trapped
By: Momentum's Strife
CHAPTER 1
"Aha!" exclaimed Misty Waterflower, as she found another stubby piece of wood.
She had been spending the past two hours looking for firewood… Brock's command stuck to her mind all this time, playing back in her mind like some sort of tape recording:
"Ash, Misty? We definitely won't reach New Bark Town by nightfall… Let's camp here for the night, I guess. We'll definitely need some firewood for tonight, though. Grab every large piece of wood you can find. It should get us through until tomorrow. Let's split up to cover more ground. Let's go back here three hours, tops, OK? And be careful."
Misty giggled to herself as she remembered that command again… Where would they be without Brock? Probably lost, and definitely hungry… Neither she nor Ash knew how to cook a decent meal. He may be a bit hyperactive at times, when it comes to girls, but he definitely knows how to take care of people…
Her thoughts were then suddenly replaced by visions of them cheering for Ash during the Silver Conference. He had just beaten the Dragon Mistress, Clair, of the Blackthorn Gym for the Rising Badge. They were heading back to New Bark to inform Professors Oak and Elm of their progress… She imagined Ash winning the tournament, holding the trophy up, ranting for the world to hear that he finally became a Pokémon master.
Then again, other images popped in her mind. It would definitely be a harsh battle, after all. Ash wasn't the only good trainer there. He had plenty of rivals to compete with… Richie… Casey…, then, the image of the smug face of Gary Oak appeared in her mind.
She was so annoyed by his overconfidence and arrogance! Her hands trembled with fury when she remembered all those nasty things he said to Ash when they met. Then again, he became friendlier and less snobbish towards their company lately, especially when they saved that power plant together. She considered the fact that he may already be changing for the better… But that's still not good enough! That's definitely not enough to redeem himself in her eyes…
"That guy is so infuriating! I hope he gets his butt kicked by Ash," she thought viciously as she picked up a rather large piece of wood. Her arms were full of thick, knobby branches, which were definitely perfect firewood material. "Brock will be pleased," she thought joyfully, as she scoured the area around her for more.
She was definitely getting used to these strenuous activities. Day by day, their travels would subject her to these torturous exercises. Little did she know that she would be using every drop of strength and willpower she possesses to survive the next few nights…
Her thoughts about the Silver Conference were interrupted by a low rumbling overhead. She peered up… Black storm clouds enveloped the orange glow of the setting sun, removing the warmth it gave. Flashes of lightning swiftly pierced the inkiness of the sky.
Thunder rumbled overhead…
"Better get back to camp… It's gonna rain any minute!" she thought frantically as she ran across the thick foliage to reach their campsite, with the firewood in tow. She ran as fast as she could with her two skinny legs, and balancing the logs in her hands altogether. It definitely wasn't an easy task, especially when you know that sky is going to cry in a few minutes…
Maybe it was a lot easier, and a tad safer, if she just walked briskly on her way back. "Slow and steady" as they say…
Misty was plainly furious to notice that Lady Luck was definitely not on her side today… In her hurry to get back, she tripped on a gnarled tree root of a large Black Apricorn Tree, sending her and her quarry flying through the damp, forest air, landing like a sack of hammers on the forest canopy.
"Ouch! Oh come on! I don't have time for this! This isn't happening to me!" she snarled, while rubbing her scraped knees. She wobbled a little as she stood up, dusting herself of the muck and dirt that could only be found in such a place.
She remembered that she was supposed to be returning to camp this very second. Or else, she would be caught in the storm and she has to wait it out in a place only God knows where.
There was definitely no time to lose. She scrambled to her feet, regardless of her scraped knees, to pick up every piece of wood she worked hard to harvest for earlier. One by one, the pile on her hands mounted. But, alas, fate strikes again!
As she picked up the last piece of firewood, the storm already began; splattering raindrops dripped down Misty's clothing, drenching her slightly. She swore so loudly that a few Pidgey flew overhead upon hearing her voice, probably wondering if a banshee existed in such a place.
She actually ran around in circles in a frenzy of panic, wondering what to do next.
"Shelter. Find one. Fast," she thought alarmingly as the rain increased in intensity. There was definitely no choice… She has to wait the storm out, or else, she'll get sick or something, something she definitely didn't want to happen to her.
Her emerald eyes scanned the barren landscape, in hope to find a suitable shelter for the time being. She needed to hurry. The storm acted like some sort of miraculous medicine, sharpening her eyes to find the place she yearned the most.
Then, she spotted it. A dark, spacious cave nestled in a side of a cliff, surrounded by a lot of tall trees. She praised herself as she approached it, scrambling toward the place like mad, as if it was a Water Pokémon Convention. She panted as she reached the mouth of the supposed shelter she ran into.
She ran her hands across the rough, dry cave wall, dropping all the firewood she carried onto the rocky cavern. "Perfect!" she exclaimed, actually clapping her hands as she rejoiced on having found such a dry, non-stormy place.
"Who's there?" rang a deep, masculine voice from a deeper part of the cave.
Misty looked up, startled. A lantern was bobbing up and down ahead, coming closer every second. She could just see the silhouette of a person approaching, definitely male. She could also see a few large figures beside him, following him …
"Who's there?" he repeated, although this time, he said it loudly and more demandingly. He definitely wanted a straight answer.
Misty didn't know exactly what to do that moment. She was in a panic, wondering if she entered the lair of a vicious cave hermit, along with evil spirits or violent monsters at his disposal.
She went swiftly from panic mode to survival mode. She wasn't going to let this total stranger butcher her. For her to prevent that, she needed a weapon. She perused the area for any possible choices. The person was coming closer… And closer…
Misty decided to bet her life on a stubbiest, hardest piece of firewood she could find. She clutched it and positioned herself with it, displaying a stance of a baseball player ready to bat. She was prepared for any possibility. Her mind raced again, revealing visions of gore and blood… Stuff she saw while watching all those violent kill-all horror movies.
"No way that's happening to me," she muttered determinedly, clutching the piece of wood with her sweaty hands, poised to strike any second. Losing is definitely not an option here.
"Stay back, you monster! I'm well-armed! I'm going to kill you if you come any closer!" she shouted, while trying to hide the slight trembling in her voice.
But the footsteps of the man approaching her never daunted, never faltered. It was like he didn't even hear her threat. Misty backed up slowly… This guy was definitely dangerous.
"Well, if he's not going to retreat, I'm going to kill him first before he gets me!" she thought strategically. She braced herself for her first attack…
She closed her eyes and imagined that she was getting back to Ash and Brock safe and sound. They're going to the Silver Conference and will be cheering for Ash. He'll definitely become a Pokémon Master this time around.
This vision prepared her. It got her adrenaline pumping. She was determined to make that last vision a reality… She raised her makeshift club as she closed her eyes and ran towards the stranger, prepared to strike and to make the first and final move.
She screamed as she summoned all her strength she could muster as she whacked the thing in front of her.
She flinched as she heard the sickening sound of wood hitting a body.
"I did it!" she shouted, finally opening her emerald orbs. Tears were starting to sting them… Although, they were now tears of happiness, of relief.
A groan from the floor told her otherwise.
Author's Note: Yeah, I know it's an evil cliffhanger. I promise that I'll update soon! Right now, please click that little square button at the bottom left hand corner and review! Please tell me what you think of my new ficcie! Lotsa thankies! –Momentum's Strife