It was mourning eve by the time Ash arrived back at his next unot of Mt. Shinnoh. He had been flying for hours at supersonic sppedd carrying the two gym leaders by the skin of his talons. The steel gym leader shrieked and trashed the entire way because of confusion but Faulkner who was use to flying just danfled with half-closed eyelids.
Ash while hovering a rough 64 feet above his next dropped the two gym leaders. "AAAAHHHHHH," Bryon screamed tears flowing from his eye ducks while Faluk yawned bored as they freefell. They landed on a slonark corpse and were a-okay.
The nest of Ash was made out of various twigs and branches from trees of old. The nest was also littered with the mangled bodies of random pokemon who were unlucki enough to face Ash's unsatiable bloodlust. Falkner tried to get up but slipped on the fresh oddish blood seeping from the decapitated oddish near by.
Ash landed inside the ness and the two different gym leaders blood ran frosty cold. But something was wrong? Ash let out a throaty grolw towards them but then turned around to a broken down vanity that was slumped over in his desol home. Ash opened one f the cabinets open and began to shift around looking for something like a mighty hog looking for truffle.
Bryan reeked out a hand to help the bird leaer up but then Ash spoke. "You...ywo...have fathers right..." Ash's voice sounded very gragled and distorted, as if he was oughing up bottles of blood while doing an impression of Nigel Thornberry.
Falkner was a little withdrawn, "why yes, I have a father a unbelieveable as it sounds." Bryon who had some trouble with the question answered anyway. "I as well had a father myself, except I became one...," Bryon's eyebrows clenched," BUT THEN YOU MURDERED MY SON SO NOW I AM NOT A FATHER AND LONGELY YU BUUSTAARD!"
Bryon picked up his shovel for major Ash pummeling but then Ash turned to look at them and he gasped and doped the garden tool. Ash's eyes were no longer human eyes, they were now large-dragonesqu e eyes with slit pupils and multiolored, rainbow irises that reflected a deep sorrow an pain that a baby started to cry miles away and wrote a top selling emo song.
"tell me...about your song," Ash gurgled again in a desperate tone. "Oh um," Bryon stammered walking backwards and sitting on the snorlock carcus,"well my son was a boy...pretty girly, wasn't much of a baseball player or cycliest..."
As Bryon continued with his description of Roark Ash was sitting perched on the eret skeleton of a tropius that was still in the proess of deay with bits of flesh and tendons exposed. Falkner was busy cleaning up some on the dead bodiesfor sanitation issues.
"-and he loves fossils and brock type pokemon," Bryon rambled on," Oh! He also had this bright red hair-"
With that last word uttered Ash pounched on the steel gym leader, his giratina wings extended and the spikes o them pointed at his throat. Falkner turned and wanted to help but he only had pidgeys wuth him! "What was rhw name if your child," Ash hissed with steaming teapot of rage.
"R-ROARK! ROARK STEELTON," Bryon paniced the tip of Ash's spike o n his neck flesh. Ash retracted histhreat and swooshed to the other side of his nest. "I'm...sorry...," Ash said in a very quiet, apologetic voice," I just...thought it was somebody elk...".
Even though he was just kidnappef and deathtreatened Bryon felt an odd pity for the former boy. He sighed and walked over to Ash putting a hand on his half human, half SCAD shoulder. "I take it...you and your father aren't on good termd."
Ash looked away with a log throaty grumble. Bryon was quiet for a while but then looked at ash and smiled," ?You know...you're pretty speedy...ever tried out for baseball...?"