A/N: Good evening ya'll! Thanks so much for all the awesome reviews! Here's chapter five!

Evil

E-vil: adj. 1. Morally bad or wrong; wicked. 2. Harmful; injurious-n. 1. Something that is morally bad or wrong; wickedness. 2. Something that causes misfortune, suffering, or difficulty.

He knew he wasn't himself. It was just that feeling, something so deep in your heart that tells you something isn't right. Although he knew it, and a part of him was trying to fight it, he couldn't help but let this…sense of power take over. The moment he looked into that artifact in Team Galactic's hands was the moment he felt unstoppable. At first glance he felt like he had been falling into darkness, and he did try to call out for help, but then he was trapped, locked in a cage while something different, something evil took over his soul and he became silent. There was no way he could fight this, and he didn't want to fight it. He liked feeling this strong, this invincible source of energy. He had been like this for a while now, standing at the Team Galactic Leader's side and waiting for his moment, the moment where he would destroy the annoying brats who were trying to stop them and their quest for world domination. He would be sent to get rid of the minor problem, and once he did he then he planned on defeating the leader and taking over. The guy was a complete idiot anyways; there was no way he could pull off something that incredible.

Beep! Beep!Beep! Beep! Beep!

"Looks like they've finally managed to get here," Cyrus chuckled from his leather chair, turning to face the young boy who stood emotionless beside him. "Looks like you're finally going to become handy. Get rid of them."

The walk down the stairs and into the destroyed room hadn't been long. All around their were screaming agents, stumbling and shouting in the chaos. He paid no attention as he took his place on the arena, waiting for the morons to just stumble into the trap. This wouldn't take long he knew already, he was stronger than any of them put together let alone battling one of them on their own, this was all just a game. A fun game that was bound to get interesting.

CRASH!

'And here they are,' he smirked as the wall opposite of him crumbled to the ground, a large Steelix roaring as it plowed on through. The first to run through the gaping hole was the oldest of the group. He was a tall man, with spiky brown hair and eyes so squinty that the color was undetectable. He was Brock, the owner of the steel like pokemon. Following him closely was a girl with long red hair pulled back into a high ponytail, her face set into anger going by the name of Misty. He had known the both of them for a long time now; he had dealt with their mockery, lectures, and ridicule for most of his journeys. This would be the icing on the cake; taking them down would bring him immense pleasure.

"Ash!" the man shouted in surprise, taking out his sphere and recalling his pokemon with a flash of red light.

"Oh thank Mew your alright!" Misty was beaming now, all her anger diminishing as she caught sight of her friend. He just now realized that she was holding a yellow rodent, the Pikachu looked badly injured. 'Pikachu?' His heart ached for the beat up little rodent and he had the momentary thought of throwing all the plans away so he could take the pokemon into his arms. With a shake of his head he dismissed the feeling, and smirked at his so called friends.

"About time you guys got here," he sneered crossing his arms. He chuckled as both teens across from him hesitated, shocked by his expression.

"It was a little hard to get this far, Dawn and May got separated from us along with Paul and Drew," Misty explained taking steps forward, only to be stopped by Brock who threw out an arm.

"What did they do to you Ash?" the dark skinned boy questioned, his deep voice laced with sadness.

"They made me stronger of course Brocko! Best thing that's ever happened to me in fact!" Ash grinned; his usual sweet features twisted into something dark, something evil.

"What are you talking about? Stop kidding around! This is no time for games!" Misty shouted, her eyes narrowing and clutching Pikachu tighter to her.

"But this is a game Mist," he scoffed spitting out her name with venom, "and you're just the pawns that need to get terminated."

"What...Brock what's going on?" Misty asked her older friend and looking worried.

"They've possessed him. That's not our Ash," Brock replied darkly, "So what do want us to do?" He called out to the raven-haired trainer, raising his voice.

Ash smirked before pulling out a pokeball and spinning it around on his pointer finger, "I want one of you to battle me of course, and as soon as I finish the first one off I'll take on the second." He caught the sphere and tilted his head. "Which one of you wants to lose first?"

Brock clenched his teeth and took a step towards the arena.

"I will!" Misty cried causing Brock to turn and gape at her, surprised by the determination on her face. "Take care of Pikachu Brock," she placed the pokemon into the boy's arms and tossed her head so that her hair swirled around before walking to her spot opposite of Ash. "I'm gonna break you Ash, I'll turn you back into yourself," she said taking out one of her pokeballs and readying herself.

"Be careful." Brock said from behind her.

"Whatever you say Red, but don't get your hopes up," Ash laughed. He was amused as her eyes narrowed and her grip on the sphere tightened. "I choose you Infernape!"

"Politoed go!"

In two flashes of red light formed two pokemon each crying out as they were released. Infernape gave out a war cry pounding his black fists together as Misty's green frog pokemon hopped from one leg to the other while clapping its hands cheerfully.

"That thing is going to beat me?" Ash scoffed looking at the happy pokemon.

"In case you've forgotten, my Politoed is very strong, and your monkey over there is a fire type!"

"Type disadvantages aren't going to work here, Infernape us flame wheel!"

"Dodge it Politoed and use bubblebeam!" Misty cried as the monkey was covered in flames and rolling it's way over to her frog. With speed her pokemon jumped in the air, just missing its opponent before shooting blue bubbles.

"Use Mach Punch!" Ash cried out and smirked as the fire pokemon aimed a strong physical attack on the green frog, sending it flying backwards and hitting the ground.

"Hang in there Politoed and use water gun!" Misty clenched her fists and glared at the boy across from her. How was she going to knock some sense into that idiot? It seemed impossible and he was watching her with dark and dangerous brown eyes, so different from his usual life like irises.

"Dodge and use close combat!"

"Politoed!" Ash laughed while Misty cried out for her pokemon as the frog collapsed to the dusty ground. "Way to go Politoed; let's show that idiot that we don't give in so easily!" Misty cheered as the once fallen pokemon struggled to its feet and glared at its opponent with fierce determination.

"Not bad, I guess I do remember that Politoed always fights until the end, too bad that it's gonna end right now. Infernape hyper beam!"

"Use bubblebeam and fast!" The redhead waited as the bubbles collided with the fire pokemon, but gasped as she realized that her pokemon's attack was not affecting its opponent. Her eyes widened as the white light burst from Infernape and swallowed up Politoed, continuing toward her way.

"Misty!" Brock shouted. Ash grinned as she ducked, the attack just missing her, but catching her rubber band and snapping it so that her hair fell loose around her face and she looked up to glare at him.

"Return Politoed, you did a good job," she said pulling out her pokeball and recalling the fainted pokemon while Ash recalled his Infernape.

"Ready to go again Red?" the boy asked winking at her. Ugh he was infuriating. The girl pulled out another pokeball and caught Ash's eyes, tears forming in her own.

"Please Ash, can't you remember?" she asked pleadingly, her heart wrenching as he sneered at her, like she was just a toy.

"Stop your pathetic whining runt and let's get on with this," he replied pulling out his own pokeball.

"That's right! Remember Ash, you used to call me names all the time! When we would fight and argue all the time. But after each time, we got closer because we knew our fights didn't really mean anything," she cried out the tears falling free from her cerulean eyes.

"If I recall they did mean something! You always thought you were better; you always thought that I didn't know what I was doing, that everything I did was just stupid! Like I was just some little kid that you could squash under your big red tennis shoe!" Ash shouted. The boy trapped in the cage had suddenly gotten angry and had spoken up. How dare she? Didn't she realize how all those things she said hurt?

"I thought it was because we were friends Ash! I was trying to help you!"

"A lot that did! Look where I am now and look where you are! You're some lowlife gym leader who can't even beat me, someone who had a later start in training than-ack!" He fell to his knees, grabbing onto his head as the boy fought against the cage. The soul was trying to become free, trying to escape from his containment and all because of this girl. She was just this measly, scrawny redhead with a loud mouth. Why would he want to go back to her?

"What's going on?" Brock questioned.

"Ash?" Misty cried out with concern. It didn't last long and Ash was back on his feet, wiping the sweat from his brow and glaring at her angrily.

"Go Torterra!" he shouted throwing out his sphere so the green turtle like dinasour pokemon formed from the red light. Misty growled in frustration before giving her sphere a small kiss and then sending it out.

"I choose you Gyarados!" she called out and watching as her blue giant snake like pokemon roared protectively. Ash sneered with pleasure.

"I didn't think you'd have such a pokemon on your team, being the weakling that you are," he said.

"Use dragon rage!" Misty commanded. It was obvious she was going to prove him otherwise, but Ash was tired of this. It was time to get things over with or Cyrus would wonder what was taking him so long.

"Withdraw, than use Earthquake!"

The ground began to shake, and Misty fell to her knees, listening as her pokemon roared from where it thrashed on the ground. She looked up at Ash who was grinning, and she felt sad again. There was no way she could win against him, not when he was feeling so powerful. She just had to get through to him, it was the only way.

"What kind of a move was that Ketchum?" she scoffed getting to her feet, brushing back her hair and glaring at him.

"A powerful one from what it looked like Red."

"More like pathetic, didn't you know that Gyarados can flow with an earthquake, being the water snake that he is. That move didn't do anything," she laughed. Ash frowned at her actions. Her sudden change in character was a little unnerving. "You're just a pathetic trainer who will never become a Pokemon Master." She smiled.

"I will too become a Pokemon Master!" Ash cried out, breaking from the cage deep inside of him. He was free, he did it and now he could go back to joining the right side! Wait. "Auuughhh!" The pain was overflowing his body and he fell to the ground once more. The darkness was trying to take his soul again, squeezing his heart as it battled for control.

"Ash!" Misty cried running over to him and dropping to her knees. She grabbed onto his shoulders and shook him lightly, "that's good Ash just fight it. You're much stronger," she said softly as he yelled with pain, closing his eyes and grabbing onto his head. "You can do it!" Misty shouted raising her voice to be heard over his screams. He was trying, he really was. He had to fight; he had to stop Team Galactic. He had to help his poor Pikachu who was fainted in Brock's arms; he had to save the world. That was his job and he had to finish it.

"Get away from me!" He yelled opening his eyes revealing dark brown orbs and shoving Misty away. The girl fell backwards, watching as he huffed and puffed with exhaustion.

"Ash you're not a weakling! You're a good person, with a good heart and nothing can ever change that. No one can change you," She argued.

"STOOOOP!" Ash screamed, coming towards her viciously. Misty wasn't afraid, she had to stop him if it was the last thing she did. How? She didn't really know, but anything was worth a try.

He growled as she threw herself at him, clutching at his t-shirt and burying her head in his chest. "Please Ash, please fight it. Don't change," she whimpered, flinching as his hands grabbed onto her shoulders and worked to pull her off.

"Damn you!" Ash cried, struggling as she held on tighter and looked up at him with pleading eyes. Then, she kissed him.

The warmth spread from his lips and too his heart, soothing the pain and setting a comforting flame to fight off the evil. His eyes widened from her forwardness, and his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She cared this much about him? She was willing to do this to save him? He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her as she pressed into him a little more and brought her arms around his neck, a blush on her own cheeks. Neither noticed that Brock had face-faulted to the ground with shock.

When Misty pulled back she glanced up at Ash with such tenderness that he blushed even more. She removed her arms and smiled, "Ash?" she asked with hope.

"Awe Mist, you didn't have to do that! I was almost winning!" Ash groaned with embarrassment, and he gasped as she flung out her arms and fell into him knocking him on the ground.

"Welcome back Ash!" Brock cheered running over to the two.

"Now let's go find the others and stop Team Galactic once and for all," Ash said pushing Misty up from him and taking his Pikachu. With a soft smile he realized that he felt even more unstoppable than before. That with his friends, his very best friends, he knew anything was possible. He glanced at a cheerful Misty, who was still red in the face as they ran out of the damaged area once they recalled their pokemon, and grinned. It was just like he had always told himself, good always conquered evil, no matter what. And with that thought, he grabbed Misty's hand and gave it a soft squeeze.

A/N: I think this would make a good story actually. Who knows, maybe I will or maybe I won't. Or if someone else wants to borrow my idea feel free too. Not without asking first! But, tell me what you think?

~Waterfalls=)