Misty slowly opened her eyes. The room was dimly lit, and small bits of sunlight shone through the curtains over the room's window. The pale pink couch in the corner of the room was occupied by Misty's childhood friend, Gary. Misty bit her tongue so she wouldn't burst out giggling. He was sucking his thumb…again. Misty watched him but her train of thought was interrupted by a small Pokémon.

"Pika?" Misty flinched. She turned her head to come face-to-face with a Pikachu. Its big brown eyes were filled with curiosity. He was sitting up and his head was cocked slightly to one side as if he was asking what she was doing.

"I was just watching Gary," She told the Pikachu, who narrowed his eyes in return. The Pikachu leaped off the bed and ran to the door. It raised a paw and gestured to the door.

"Pika, Pikachu chu!" it chattered anxiously.

"You want to go out? Okay…" Misty slipped off the bed and walked to the door.

"Don't do it…"

Misty spun around. Gary stirred a bit in his sleep, he was dreaming again. She sighed silently and opened the door. The Pikachu rushed out and bounced on the Pokémon center doors. Misty could swear it was telling her to follow it, she might as well since there was going to be nothing to do for a long while. Misty felt a sharp pang in her arm. She looked at her elbow and a large scab on it has cut open and a little bit of blood trickled from the wound. Looking around the room she saw a roll of toilet paper. Grabbing the paper she quickly wrapped up her arm. Misty saw that from where she had grabbed her bandage there was a locker room and one locker said, "Misty Clearwater". She walked up to the locker. How did she have a locker all to herself? She had never been to the Pokémon center in Saffron so how did she have a locker with her name on it? She noticed that it was one of those lockers with a fingerprint scanner.

"Pika?" The Pikachu leaped onto a nearby bench and watched her carefully. Misty walked over and put her finger on the scanner. It flashed yellow a few times then flashed green and it opened. Misty saw her clothes and her Pokémon belt and her shoes were all there. She took her clothes out and was about to take off her pajamas, then she remembered she was being watched by the Pikachu. She looked around the room and Misty ran into the first woman's bathroom.

Misty adjusted her shirt and walked out of the bathroom all nice and dressed. The Pikachu smiled and ran out of the locker room. Misty ran after the Pikachu and out the front door. The sun was above the horizon but it wasn't that far up. The Pikachu ran by the side of the building to a bike rack. There was Misty's "New" red bike. Its left handle bar was worn thanks to her fall. The saddle was scraped and dusty. The chain was off of the pegs and hanging off the bike, but nothing Misty couldn't fix. She bent down and pulled the chain over the pegs. They fell neatly into place and she moved the pedals to make sure. She looked at her hands, black grease marks along her fingers from grabbing the chain. The Pikachu leaped onto the seat and gestured for Misty to drive.

"I can't drive with you on the seat!" she said, laughing. The Pikachu leaped onto the bars and allowed Misty to climb on.

"Just where are you going!" A familiar voice yelled. She turned and saw Gary, glaring angrily at her, arms crossed and pouting. "You aren't going anywhere, not with that injury on your arm anyway!"

"I bandaged it up! Besides I am following this Pikachu." Mist replied. Gesturing to where the Pikachu was supposed to be.

Gary cocked his head, "You definitely aren't okay if you are following imaginary Pikachus."

Misty looked at the handlebars and stared. The Pikachu was just there! She could punch someone she was so mad. She didn't want to show it though; it was just going to have to wait. Reluctantly she got off the bike and followed Gary inside.

"Please Gary?" Misty asked after an hour of sitting on the hospital bed and begging Gary to let her go.

"For the hundredth millionth time, NO!" He replied angrily and adjusted his pillow on the sofa.

Misty sighed and let her arms hang off the bed. Her arm felt better at least. She grinned; she could at least torture him into going out and leaving her alone. She turned over and faced Gary with the most innocent voice she could muster. "Rudy would have let me go…but I"

Suddenly Gary's face flushed red and he exploded on her. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THAT IDIOT!" She grinned, she had hit a nerve. "He was too much of a Don Juan, did you KNOW how many girlfriends he had!"

"Until he met me, and you are nearly the same…womanizer." He blushed bright red and stood up from his seat and walked to Misty. He got down on his knees so his head was equal to Misty's.

"I'm not like that anymore Misty. I've changed over the years; it was so lonely in Cerulean without you. After Rudy left Cerulean it was too quiet. When you were still in it everything seemed to be exciting. I missed you and I couldn't stand not being able to see you and just writing letters. When I heard my mom was getting a job transfer to Saffron I couldn't contain my excitement I right away went to the store and bought you a present. I wrapped it up too. I only came here a week ago. I asked some of the people if they knew where you lived and they told me on the top of that hill." Gary paused and Misty saw a tear fall down his cheek. "When you fell down and got injured…I carried you all the way to the Pokémon center as fast as I could. I was happy to see you but upset that you were injured because of me!"

"Gary…"

"I LOVE YOU MISTY!" He yelled and ran out of the room; leaving a stunned Misty on the bed.

A rush of cold air surrounded her. Gary…LOVED her? She would admit that she had a crush on him for a long time but she was over that crush. Misty sighed, she hated unrequited love. Suddenly a note fell onto the bed. It was a plain white sheet and it was neatly folded. Misty picked it up and opened it. In a second she was off the bed and out the door. The note said, "I need to tell you something, meet me at the magnet train station," in dark red letters. She knew whose handwriting it was.

She leaped onto her bike and pedaled away as fast as she could. She was about to turn onto the main road to the station, when the Pikachu she saw earlier appeared in front of her. She slammed her hand on the brakes and skidded to a stop. The Pikachu leaped onto the handlebars and started chattering angrily.

"Pikachu, this is very important! Please can you get off the bike?" Misty pleaded but the Pikachu stood firm. His cheeks crackled for a moment but the sparks disappeared and the Pikachu shook its head and got off the bike. The Pikachu glanced back sadly at Misty who waved in response. Then it ran off.

A few minutes later, Misty was standing outside of the magnet train station. Two years ago the magnet train had been taken out of commission after the elite four had a major brawl on it. Old newspapers blew passed the station creating an eerie feeling. Cautiously, Misty entered the station.

The entire station was deserted. It was pitch black except for a single light shining on the abandoned train. Large holes peppered the whole train so it looked like Swiss cheese. The blue tile floor was missing several tiles which lay strewn about the place. Potted plastic plants were tipped over and dirt had poured out of them. Benches had been overturned, and the lights that were once hanging from the ceiling had been torn off and thrown across the room, and glass, thousands upon millions of glass shards created a sea of crystal s surrounding her.

The door slammed behind her. Misty walked across the glass which created nasty crunching noises underneath her. A cold wind whipped passed her and pushed her slightly towards the light. She rubbed her Pokéballs nervously and stepped into the light. At first nothing happened for a minute, but then a large bang reverberated throughout the station. To Misty is sounded like a large grandfather clock striking midnight. Suddenly everything looked like time was reversing itself. The glass started flying back to the window and the lights reattached themselves to the ceiling. Pots came back up and the dirt with them, Benches flew back to their original spots and it seemed as though the whole place was brand new. Even the train looked brand new. The entire place was lit and Misty could see a single, solitary figure sitting on a bench in the far corner, all dressed in black with a black hat to top it off. One leg rested over the other and the figure was sitting leisurely on the bench as if it was made to sit there. Hesitantly, Misty approached the figure while on hand was on a Pokéball, ready to protect herself. The figures arm was draped over the back of the bench. When Misty was a few feet away the figures hand flipped up, signaling for her to stop.

"That's far enough," said the figure in a hollow voice. Misty stiffened. Something about the voice…no it couldn't be…could it? Misty leaned down to try and see who that was under that dark hat. A large grin was all she could see…until the figure looked up at her. She recognized those black eyes immediately.

"It's you!" Misty yelled in shock, confusion, and surprise.

"Is that anyway to talk to your childhood sweet heart, Rudy Trovita?" He asked with a mock pout on his face. His dark reddish brown hair peeked out from beneath his hat, his black eyes seemed to gaze straight into her soul, and his skin was a handsome shade of tan. Something about him though, something wasn't quite right. When she looked a bit closer she could see very small crevasses outlining the bones of the head. It wasn't that noticeable unless you looked very closely. No mistake about though, it WAS Rudy Trovita.

"What are you doing here? Why did you write me the note in what looked like blood? How did you get into my hospital room without me noticing to deliver the note? What did you-?"

"Calm down!" Yelled Rudy, eyebrows furrowed. "Geez, You act like I'm some sort of criminal hear to kidnap you." He gazed at Misty for a long moment and sighed. "I guess I don't blame you, it's been so long since we have seen each other that I just wanted to see you again," Rudy stood up from the bench and turned his back to her. "I miss you, Misty."

Misty stared at Rudy, she didn't know what to say. She didn't think of Rudy that much anymore with all that had happened and with Gary…oh no. Misty facepalmed herself, she had a love triangle going on here. Both Gary and Rudy liked her, hated each other, and Misty didn't feel that way for either of them. Rudy and Gary were womanizers in many ways however, Gary had been more of a womanizer than Rudy but Rudy was faster as far as relationships went. Misty had been absorbed in thought so she hadn't noticed Rudy advancing towards her.

Rudy stared at Misty; she had that look of deep concentration as if she were solving a very difficult problem. He sighed; he didn't have much time left. He knew she loved him but she just didn't want to admit it. Well he just had to open up that shell, even if it meant doing it the hard way. These feelings for her were incredibly strong. Even if it was just lust, he wanted her more than anything now. Rudy stepped towards her, and if he knew anything about Misty she wouldn't realize it before it was too late.

Misty stared at her shoes, trying to figure out how to tell him she didn't love her was a difficult task. Her mind was practically in a whole different universe. Suddenly her mind came back to reality when she saw those black polished shoes of his. When she turned her head up Rudy's lips implanted on hers. It wasn't sweet, like a first kiss should be, instead it was rough and Rudy wasn't going to slow down. Misty tried pushing him away but it was obvious he just wanted her more. Misty angrily struggled against his grip. He led her to the bench pulled away from the kiss to breathe and immediately came back onto her. Misty tried pushing him hard enough so she could scream for help but she couldn't he was too strong. She could feel his tongue pressing against her lips for entry. She denied entrance but Rudy's hand came up and pressed her shoulder pressure point. She opened her mouth to yelp in pain and he instantly shoved is tongue in and he began to pull down her shorts. Misty was about to give him a piece of her mind by biting down on his tongue but she didn't have to. Someone else bit down on his leg.

"AHHHH!" Screamed Rudy, dropping everything to try and get the small yellow Pikachu off his leg. The Pikachu had bit down hard enough so that if he tried to get him off he would only cause himself pain. Rudy desperately grabbed a Pokéball and threw it. Starmie came out. "Starmie quick, use hypnosis on this Pikachu!" The Starmie obeyed and began to use hypnosis but Pikachu closed his eyes. Instead the Starmie acted on its own and attacked Pikachu with a very accurate swift. The Pikachu let go of his leg when the attack hit and the Pikachu flew across the room and hit the ceiling.

"You…YOU JERK!" Screamed Misty at Rudy, who stared at her in surprise at how loud she was yelling. "DO YOU HONESTLY THINK YOU CAN WIN ME OVER BY SEXUALLY ASSAULTING ME! YOU PRACTICALLY RAPED ME!" Misty was sweating she was so angry. Finally she screamed the three forbidden words. "GO TO HELL!"

The whole station started becoming distorted. The place shook as if an earthquake was happening right now. The glass windows shuddered and broke, then the tiles cracked, and several plants fell over. The lights on the ceiling shook rapidly and one large light fell and broke the bench right next to Misty, who yelped in surprise. She turned to look at Rudy. She stared in horror at what she was seeing. Rudy's eyes turned red and his skin stared to become discolored and slightly transparent and the air turned cold and smelled like brimstone. He started to levitate off the ground and his eyes zeroed in on her. It was obvious that now he showed more hatred to her for the rejection. At the same time, Mist could see tears falling from his eyes.

"I already have Misty, I died in Cerulean no more than a year ago," He said, actually it sounded more like a growl to Misty. Misty stood paralyzed in fear at his appearance. "I made a deal, if I could get you to love me I could stay back on earth but come to Hell when I was done. However if you rejected me…" He paused and a large ball of fire formed in his hand. Misty couldn't believe what she was seeing. Suddenly she realized something. Where was that Pikachu that had saved her earlier? She frantically looked around for the little creature. "There is no escape, Misty Clearwater," Rudy said in a voice that immediately drew her attention. "You will join me, and we will live together forever!" He bellowed and threw the fireball at Misty.

Time slowed down, Misty could see that this was the last thing she would see before she died. Misty closed her eyes and prayed that somehow she would be saved even though it was too late. Misty's mind drifted back to Hell Hall. She remembered the ghost that she had seen save her. She remembered she had hoped to return to the place. Now he would never get the chance to ever see that boy again. This was the end…the very worst way to die. Nothing could save her now.

A large force slammed into her painfully and she blacked out. She must have died. She had died. She was dead.

Or so she thought…

A/N: I dare not even look at the date. "=_= so sorry this took so long. I had writers block. Anyway, cliffhanger yay! :D R&R and flames are welcome. I love this story so I'll just ignore the flames. Also for those who don't have an account, I ACCEPT ANNONYMOUS REVIEWS! Amanda has signed off.