Ash's POV

I felt pain. From where though… I cannot pinpoint it. I shifted, what am I laying on? It is hard. Not a bed that's for sure. I slowly opened my eyes, which still felt heavy to look around. It was dark. Whatever I was laying on was also cold. I moved the palm of my hand around the surface to find it also smooth. Metal? I sat up, I winced at the slight pain.

I started to hear voices… where are they coming from? The sound of a metallic door opening resounded, loudly. I covered my ears, as the door screeched. Once it was fully open, bright light shone through. My eyes shut tightly, but I then squinted harshly at the light, allowing my eyes to adjust.

A silhouette stood at the door way. It didn't move. It just stared at me, as I did the same until, "So, you must be Ash Ketchum?" the voice was deep and raspy. I nodded, "Yeah… but how do you know my name?"

"Well, you are the pokemon master aren't you?"

"Oh, yeah… right." I mentally slapped myself, of course this person knew who I was. Having fame has this perk… I guess.

"Oh, where are my manners, I am Ghetsis." He walked forward a little so I could see him more easily. He was rather tall, with green styled hair and was wearing some kind of cloak. He also held a staff. Although, the name seems pretty familiar…

"I… I know you… you... " My expression changed from surprised to fury, "You tried to take away pokemon against their will… You tried to control pokemon by force, you… you even tried to control Reshiram!"

"You are much smarter than what people credit you for, Mr. Ketchum. And you are correct. I am that person, but the one who worked with me… oh what is his name again? Oh, yes, Colress left me and my organization because of you."

"At least he has a heart!"

"And due to his betrayal, I started thinking… If it weren't for you," He started to walk around the room, swaying his staff at me when he said 'you', "He wouldn't have left. If it weren't for you, my plans would have worked. If it weren't for you-"

"Okay! Okay, I get it! You want revenge on me. No need to give a whole speech to a one-man audience."

"Oh, but I am not." He loudly tapped his staff on the ground. I started to hear a female voice… a very familiar female voice.

"Hey, let me go! What do you want with me? Please, just let me go!" Two men walked through the door along with the woman that they are holding. It was my mother. Her eyes widened as she saw me, as I did the same.

"M-Mom?" I muttered. How could she be alive? I saw her… I saw her dead.

"Ash…" Tears fell down her face. The two men let her go, and she ran to me. I stood on my feet and met her halfway. Then we just stared at each other, tears flowing in larger amounts. Is it really her?

"I-Is it… really you?" I asked her, and she nodded as her smile trembled. I brought a hand up to her cheek, "I… I thought you were… were…" I let my hair fall over my eyes, casting a shadow over them. I felt tears fall even more.

"They, told me that you were killed… by the bomb that went off…" She replied, as she brought her hand to my chin to make me look at her.

"I am just so… so glad you are safe." She said, as she brought me into a tight hug. I hugged her back, and we cried with joy, that we are reunited.

"Aw, how sweet. Mommy and the baby boy are together again." He said, as he leaned his weight on his staff. I opened my eyes to glare at him, "What do you want with her?"

"Oh, nothing but revenge remember? Since you took something important from me… I thought, how about I take something important from you?"

I felt chills go down my spine, my face started to pale… he can't be suggesting…

He tapped his staff again, and the two men grabbed Mom, bringing her to Ghetsis, who was now holding a pistol, and pressed it against her head. She gasped, and instantly stopped struggling.

"You have two choices. Either I kill her, or you become my slave for life." My heart raced. I cannot risk Mom's life. I heard a whimper from Mom, and she said, "Honey, it is okay. Don't worry about me. Save yourself."

Ghetsis removed the gun from her head, but he then slapped her, hard, "Shut up, you slut!"

The word… slut, repeated in my mind over and over again. What did he just call her?

"Call her a slut again… I dare you." I growled, as I gave him a death glare. Pure hate radiated from my eyes. I saw him shrug, "Your mother is a slu-" Before he could finish, I jumped up, and released a punch to his face as fast as lightning. My mother stared at me, astonished. I can guess why, her harmless, innocent baby boy punching someone else in the face is quite shocking to say the least.

Ghetsis fell to the floor with a thump. I glared at the two men who held Mom, who looked back at me with fearful eyes. I looked down to see the gun that Ghetsis previously held, I quickly grabbed it just when Ghetsis tried to reach for it. I then aimed it at the two men, who instantly let go of my mother, who quickly walked behind me.

"Ash… You aren't really-" Mom was interupted by Ghetsis chuckling as he stood up and grabbed his staff, "Well, well, well. Ketchum actually has a violent side."

"Shut up." I growled, as I now aimed it at Ghetsis' head. He chuckled once more, "Go ahead, shoot me."

My heart raced again. Could I really kill him? No, I can't… people would be scared of me… my title might be taken away… I don't even want to know what Gary would do. I started to lower the gun, and he chuckled some more, "So, the rumors are true. Even though you are strong, you are still so soft." It was then my turn to chuckle, "If I were you," I then reaimed the gun, but at his leg, "I wouldn't underestimate me." I pulled the trigger.

In the bunker:

(Gary's POV)

I could hear Unovan soldiers march outside. Why are they still here? I sighed, as I readjust my position on the chair. I have been sitting on this chair right next to the bunker door, for when Ash returns-correction, if Ash returns. I have tried to stay positive, since that would be what Ash would have wanted, but it is too hard. How can I, when the one you love all your life could possibly be dead?

I know I shouldn't be, but I haven't been talking to Grandad all that much. Which I think is breaking him inside. I feel guilty for it, but at the same time I have to be ready for when Ash returns. I sigh again.

"Ash, please be okay." I muttered to myself, as I then dug my hands into my hair-which is a mess by the way. I heard footsteps coming towards me. I looked down the dark hallway to find my Grandad, holding two plates of food.

"Hey, are you going to finally eat?" That is another thing, I haven't eaten since three days ago. I felt like I lost a lot of weight. I shook my head, but my stomach roared loudly. Loud enough that even he could hear it. Grandad sighed, "Gary, this is unhealthy. You need to eat something. You know that Ash-"

"Look, I just can't eat. I keep thinking about what Ash may be going through, and it makes me sick. So sick that even the sight of food makes me want to gag."

"Gary, I understand-"

"Do you? I don't think so. Do you love him? Did you lay awake every night thinking about him, if he is alive, if he is being taken care of, if he is being tortured? Do you feel like daggers are digging inside your gut when you hear his name?" I could've ranted on and on, but my throat started to hurt, due to the lack of food in my system.

He sighed once more, "At least… eat a little?"

"I can't."

"Please… I can't lose you too." Hearing him like this, is hard to take. I sighed, and grabbed the dish, I saw him smile as he sat in the chair directly accross from me, and we ate the food. When my plate was empty, I looked up at him, "Thanks." He nodded and took my plate and walked back down the dark hallway. I watched him go until he was no longer visible. I turned around to stare at the door once more.

"Keep hanging on, Ash. Be strong."