Hi! So next chapter, still a little dark but it will lighten up soo, I promise, so hope you enjoy, and as always please let me know of any mistakes you spot.
I dont own pokemon! (wish I did, I would love a lilipup of my own). Oh, and a dark humour bit here, in homage to my freind, we was disscussing a darker Pokemon world and this came up, and I promised to somehow incorporate it.
Also I`m not good a dialogue, so if you guys can give me some ideas on how to write it better, it would be much appriciated
So Sorry this is late, life and all its tribulations got in the way, I know this is a short chapter, but I would rather post it now and keep you guys from waiting much longer.
It took the next day for Ash to creep back to his camp, the lack of pokemon leaving only the pidgey chorus to sound in his ears, quickly packing up his campsite he was done by noon, and eager to set off, walking back along the track he once again felt the unnaturalness of the quiet, that monsterous ariados had decimated the local pokemon, and Ash had no idea why, it was not just hunting, it was inflicting delibrate pain and terror on others, not even seeming to even enjoy it, but more as it was a nessecity, very few pokemon did that as part of their nature, and as cold blooded as ariados could e, they were not part of the few spiecis that did.
In Pallet town.
"We return to our tragic news from earlier this week, it has now been confirmed that the plane carrying 87 passengers and crew from Sunny shore in Sinnoh, including the Kalos region contest star `Pink princess` Perdita has crashed, it remains a mystery how and why, the Kanto air investigation team estimate the wreakage to be in the unexplored wild area south by south east of the Mt Silver range, it is also not expected for any human or pokemon to have survied, a memorial service will be held next week at the Celedon airodrome. Investigations continue and we at Kanto network will keep you updated with any and all new informaton as it comes to light. Now we move on to the story of a surfing rhydon... "
Delia, hummed as she left watching the tv and moved into the kitchen, making herself a cup of tea she wondered how her son was doing, it had been nearly 3 months sice he had left, all she had to do was some final paperwork with the bank in Viridian over the sale of the house, she had slowly moved certain items into storage, leaving most of the living furniture an kitchen appliances for whoever the bank sold the house to next, she was almost ready to leave, as soon as she got word from Ash she would be gone, gone away from this town that had used her son, a place she had thought she had found respite and safety in, only to find herself chained down, paranoia and fear hidden beneath her smiling face, after all, who would belive the great and good professor Oak to be capable of what he had done, and continued to do, she shivered, goose bumps rising along her arms, settting the cup down harshly she marched out into her garden, determined to find some measure of peace with her flowers, never noticing the crack on the cup, or as minutes later it shattered.
Ash was nervous, the hair on the back of his neck head rose, slowly turning in a circle he could not see or hear why his instints had flared, danger snse still pulsing he continued his slow walk. 3 hours later his paranoia skulking at the back of his mind he crested a high ridge, the edge of the forest half a mile behind im, only stubby shrubs and tufts of long mountain grass grew here, it was as he took a final look at the now distant lake shimmering in the late afternoon sun he turened to continue his trek down the other side of the ridge, being careful of the sheer drop to his right, walking the small twisting path he heard a stone behind him roll, turning he saw a flash of blue and green running at him, adreniline pumping he kicked out without realising, a small blue ball with half grown and broken leaves gave a small shriek, as Ash realised he had just kicked the oddish he had saved days previous and played with as it grew, over the edge, its plainitive cry dopplered down the next valley.
5 weeks, weeks of hardship, fear and stress, but he was still alive, a few more scars and certainly roughed up and in desprate need of a bath Ash sat down on a broken tree stump, the first sign of human activity he had seen since leaving Pallet town, though looking at the twisted metal and burn marks already being slowly overgrown was not what he was hoping for. He found some evidence of human remains, which he gathered and buried in a small pit, and placed a straghtish piece of scrap over as a head stone, scratching the epitah of "rest in piece unknow souls" he gathered his loot to the small fire he had set near to some broken fusilage, the twisting metal provided some protection from the chilling wind, the days warm but the cold air a niht this high in the mountains was nasty. Looking at the 3 pokeballs that still contntained livng pokemon by the flashes when primed, the other ball showed no life detected, Ash had burried those in the mass grave, placing the heaps of berries he had scavenged, hopefully the pokemon would go for them instead of himself, starved pokemon after all would eat almost anything, and hunger drives even the most disiplined and tame of things mad. Ash released the first ball, the light coalessed in to the emaciated form of a bidoof, looking at Ash dopily, Ash reached over and started feeding it some berries, the bidoof ate 6 oran and 2 chople before looking around in confusion, Ash still kneeling spoke to the now full pokemon "Hey bidoof, my names Ash, I found your ball in this wreakage, I`m sorry, but I think you and the two others here are the only surviors, I`ll get you to a pokemon centre when I can, but as Im not too sure of where I am here it could be a while..." as he was talking he started to see the tears in bidoofs eyes as it looked at the wreakage, calling out it took a few stumbling steps and buried its head into Ash`s stomach, a few minutes later Ash spoke once again "hey buddy, I`m going to let out another one to feed, will you help me?" bidoof sniffled and nodded, setting itself down next to Ash, Ash released the second ball, this one a sicly looking roselia, its roses petals withered and its green skirt yellow and brown, laying prostate on the ground Ash saw that there was nothing he could do, it was too late for any water, photosythesis and the berries he had for the crippeled plant, returning it to slumber in the stasis of the pokeball Ash knew was the kindest thing he could do, it would be dead by night fall anyway , taking the last ball he looked down at bidoof who nodded, the final beam revealed a small purple kitten so small Ash could fit itin his hands, how the almost new born had survied Ash had no idea, though prehaps its ball not being standerd helped, now holding the tiny ball of fluff, Ash mushed up some of the berries mixed with water, placing some on his finger he rubbed the concoction on the lps and gums of the tiny espurr, till a tiny tounge flicked out and scraped a few mouthfuls offhis finger before passing out once again, Ash returned the baby, rubbing the head of the bidoof that had steadfastly stuck by his side, he picked up the third pile and 2 thirds of the second and made them into one larger pile near the fire, taking a glug of water from his canteen and placing some in a hand crafted bowl for bidoof, the two sat in silence,only moving when the quiet beeb and click of roselias pokeball signalled the end of the plants suffering, digging just a little into the grave Ash placed the ball and covered it over.
He decided he would scavenge what he could the next day and leave the day after, letting his new companion know Ash started roasting and preparing the berries to preserve as many of them as he could carry. Looking up at the stars later that night Ash saw the minor diffrence in constellation diffrences that he knew from home, hopfully it would only be a few weeks till he hit where he was heading for, he knew he was in Jhoto now, the ever looming Mt silver now no longer to the side of him in the far sitance but now ever so slightly behind as he walked ever north west, or as close to as he could,settling down for the night, bidoof laying up against his legs, looking into the embers Ash let his mind roam to his mother, missing her a lone tear slipped out, as it had most nights since leaving home, bu the knew he had too, the word he had overhear for the past year by professor Oak has shown they would never care, and had used him, one again he reaffirmed his nightly promise, he would return, get his mother out of that hypocritical place and show them all they were wrong, so very very wrong.
