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IT FEELS LIKE.... YEARS!!! JEEZ!!! Well, hello my loyal people. I'm so sorry that I haven't been on here. I've been so busy with Algebra and stuff. It's been so overwhelming! Well, I've gotten much, MUCH better at my grammar (YES!), and I've been kinda motivated to write lately. I've recently acquired a shoulder injury, so I can't participate in my national Taekwondo Olympics, which SUCKS. But, it really motivated me to do to other hobbies.
Anyway, I was in English, and I had to take this stupid test called the "Accelerated Reader" test. After I was done, my teacher gave me my literature grade level.
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GUESS WHAT, PEOPLE. I GOT A SENIOR GRADE LEVEL; THE HIGHEST IN MY WHOLE GRADE.
That's what motivated me the most. So, please, DON'T LEAVE ME, LOYALISTS. I know this is short, but I really wanna edit my blog so I can make it look pretty. (:3)
~Summary~ "What's going on? Why did this happen? All I want is answers!" All he wants is answers... But who's there to tell him? Well, he might as well go to the person that knows him the most. But wait - does she even know him? Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON OR ANY CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN THIS STORY. Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Ash K./Satoshi & Misty/Kasumi ~Wanting a Clear Explanation~ *Beep... Beep... Beep-* It sounded faint, more like a small cricket in the bushes many feet away. But wait - it didn't sound like that - maybe more robotic than a small creature. Unclear of the situation, he tried his best to peel open his auburn eyes. Hmm? That again? The 13 year-old's arms rested on his abdomen, and his legs shuffled in his slumber. He was sweating, not too much, but enough to make it visible. *-Beep. Beep. Beep-* A little louder this time, making it clear that this sound was not even a couple feet away. Fear took it's place in the young boy's mind, making his whole body shuffle in his uncomfortable sleep. His hand was now rested on his now sweating forehead, and his legs were fighting with the blankets in his bed. This is just another nightmare, right? *-beep...beep...beep-" It started fading, now 15 feet away, 16, 17, until you could hear feeble whispers in the backdrop. Fear had now fully taken it's place in the suffering boy's body. One of his hands were unconsciously wiping the beads of sweat off of his forehead, while the other was tightly grasping onto his black shirt. His legs were now violently kicking at the blankets; slowly tugging it away from his upper body. His mind focused on the voices, they sounded like they were right next to him, yet they were so tranquil. They sound somewhat... familiar. He flinched at the vocalization of these unknown figures he kept hearing. They sounded apprehensive, anxious, and thrilled. This scared him for some reason. But why wouldn't it? The voices started to get a little louder at some point, just until his minds took over... "AHHH!" he fell to the ground followed by a big thump. His heart was racing, his hand were shaking, and his face was pale white. Anxiety had been put into his body and he was damn right shaken up. The voices snapped right out of his head when his eyes shot open, and Ash Ketchum definitely wasn't looking forward to going back to sleep later...
"Ash?" A voice spoke up just as footsteps started racing to the room that Ash had uneasily slept in. The door swung open and a young teenager came rushing in to help her fallen friend. Although his mind was in the state of confusion, he recognized the girl when his eyes fixed on her profile. She had an indescribable shade of purple hair with maroon colored eyes, a light pink and tan dress with loose sleeves, and white nylons with a pink trim. Wow, did she like pink -at least that's what Ash thought. "I'm okay, Iris," He stuttered, "I just had a weird dream." "You've been doing that for WEEKS! Something else has to be wrong!" she snapped as she helped him up. He flinched. He didn't have an explanation for all of this. The young 13 year-old was actually pretty confused... The last time he had heard these sounds was the very second day he became a trainer, but this, this was worse. The voices were more clear, and the beeping sounds were scarier than ever. Being the dense idiot that he is, he couldn't put his finger on it. "Seriously, I'm fine." he muttered to his worried friend. Ash had never been so confused in his life. Of course he had become confused about something in the past, but never like this. One of the things he didn't understand was his father's disappearance. When Ash was younger, his father had left to become a Pokemon Master, just as Ash had when he became ten. Although he knows his father is gone for that reason, he couldn't help but to question why he hasn't come back. There are many other confusing situations in his existence, but nothing compared to his weird dreams that had been going on for a MONTH. This was something that had gotten so disturbing, that he actually started considering telling someone. And he usually never tells ANYONE about his problems. The only person he had told about his troubled life was his best and closest companion. Misty. She was a scrawny red-head that could not and would not shut up. She was stubborn and irritating, but had a good side to her. Misty had beautiful oceanic blue eyes that accented her fiery red/orange hair. Her hair would always be hung up in her signature ponytail, but Ash liked it when she had it down. But of course he wouldn't admit that. In fact, Ash didn't really understand his relationship with Misty. In his brain, Misty was just a stupid red-head that annoyed the heck out of him, but in his heart, it says something different. Yet another thing that confused him...
Getting to his feet, he walked with his friend down the hall of the Pokemon Center and into the main lobby. He was still a little shaky from the morning scare, but everything flew out of his system when he smelled the gourmet food that Cilan -another one of Ash's travelling partners- elegantly prepared for Ash and Iris. The aroma of pancakes filled the air of the center, leaving all of the hungry guests and trainers gaze in lust. Ash looked down upon his plate, letting himself take in all of the scent. His fingers hovered over the fork. Slowly touching the tip of the fork, he flipped it up and sliced through pancake. In less than a couple minutes, he had fully devoured all three pancakes that had rested on his plate. Ash was never the person to waste food... "Dang, Ash! Slow down..." Iris said as she pushed him. "Well, I was hungry!" He shouted back in defense. "You're ALWAYS hungry! Ugh, such a kid!" She yelled back while rolling her eyes. "...whatever." Getting up, he grabbed his hat and strut outside. He took in the fresh morning air and spread his arms out, taking in all of the beauty. Ahh... Nothing but trees and Pokemon! So pretty! he said to himself. "Pika!" a loud, high-pitched squeak came from behind; soon to land on top of his shoulder. Ash turned his head to see his one-and-only companion. The yellow mouse hopped on his shoulder and gave him a friendly smile. Ash returned it back - as usual. "So guys, where are we headed?" Ash's voice sounded as excited as every other day. His voice wasn't as high-pitched as before, but he still sounded like the kid he has always been. "We're headed to the White Ruins, stupid." Iris mumbled harshly, making Ash roll his eyes. The two teens bickered frequently, so this wasn't too surprising. ______________ "Is he waking up?" "I don't really know, but today might be the day." "Do you think you should call his mother?" "Hmm... We should wait."
________________ What the hell? Was he daydreaming or something? Not only was he hearing these noises in his sleep, but now he was hearing them when he was awake?! Something was going on, but still, he couldn't put his finger on it. It was too peculiar. As hours passed, they all had their normal day as trainers: Battling, eating, talking, and resting... ...But today... Today was different. Ash wasn't really himself the whole day. He has always been so confident and head-strong. Right now, something was definitely wrong with him. Iris noticed this and took it lightly, while Cilan took it a little seriously... "Ash, would you mind telling what what's the matter? You've been acting strange all day..." Cilan said, giving Iris the courage to speak up as well. "Yeah, Ash. At least tell us what's wrong." Ash stood there silent. What could he say? ... "I... I -- uh... I don't know." Ash answered. "Give it up, Ash. We know there's something wrong with you..." Iris sternly looked, making Ash sigh. "I've... I've been hearing voices... like... in my head." He admitted. Both of them stood silent just as Ash did when they asked him. "So you're.... schizophrenic?!" Iris blurted out, making Cilan sweat-drop. ... *facepalm* ___________
Hey sorry this took so long, I've been having writers block. I was originally gonna make this a one-shot story, but I didn't wanna keep you guys waiting. Anyway, I hope you guys don't leave this website! WOO! HOPE YOU LIKE THIS ONE!! I feel like I've really progressed throughout my experiences as a starting writer. Thanks for sticking with me. You people are awesome! Now.... ENJOY! (I bet you're wondering what "ACT" means... I'll tell you when we start the next chapter! -PokeshippingUnknown
Okay... I realized that I can't write all the chapters of "This Means War" on here. Sorry. But just go to my fanfiction account. (I am really stupid, my user name IS PokeshippingUnknown) Okay, I do deserve a good slap in the face. But I PROMISE, it would be better if you read it on FanFiction (http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4457133/PokeshippingUnknown)
Since I'm not moving my account to FF any time soon, I wanted to make my upcoming stories on here. Is that a smart thing to do? I don't know... I'm just doing that because this is my first page, so I'll keep my exclusive stories on here. (: Anywaayyyss, I hope you guys don't hate me AGAIN, because I love you all for supporting me and for just being awesome. LOVE YOU ALL~ ps. i know this is short, but it's late and I need to save my first draft of my next story... PEACE! -PokeshippingUnkown
What would happen if Team Rocket wasn't... Team Rocket? What if they were stronger, more intelligent, fugitives? When Ash finds out about the sick truth of Team Rocket, he gathers his friends -old and new- and starts an alliance. New feelings arise, causing more and more problems as he faces the new and improved Team Rocket. Pokeshipping! Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Tragedy/Drama - Ash K./Satoshi & Misty/Kasumi
~This Means War~
~What happened here!?~
Sometimes, life turns for the worst. It happens A LOT. Even though you could be having the best day ever, in the blink of an eye, something will try and ruin that. In Ash's eyes, that trouble is Team Rocket. Team Rocket it a stupid trio of retards who try to ruin his day. Even though they never succeed, it annoyed Ash at the fact that they have to deal with those three. I mean seriously, who would want to deal with them? But some things indeed DO change… ________________________________________________________________________
3:52 PM - Outskirts of Pallet - Ash, Iris, and Cilan
"Are we almost there yet?" The purple haired girl moaned followed by another moan by her Axew. "Geez, Iris. Just be patient, will yuh?" Ash smirked at her with his usual boyish smile "Yeah… Says the one who yells out 'when is the food going to be done?'." "Okay, guys. That's enough for one day…" Cilan declared "Yeah, IRIS." Ash shot back at her. "Oh shut up, Ash."
After a few more minutes of arguing, they found themselves at the big sign that says, 'Welcome to Kanto'. They had all noticed that it had a few bullet holes in it, some burnt edges, making some rusted pieces slowly fall off. Knowing how clueless Ash is, you'd know he wouldn't notice. Or did he? Ash -now a 17 year old- had kept some things to himself. Especially the things that bothered him. This was one of the things that bothered him. Hmm… What ghetto people turned up here?
Ash -happy as could be- dashed down the hill that they were on, trying his hardest to see the town that was ahead of him. Spreading out his arms, he yelled, "Guys, welcome to my home!" His once great smile that Iris couldn't help but to love turned into a confused expression. Where's the town? he questioned himself "What's wrong?" Iris frowned, now noticing his big smile had disappeared. "Well, the main town used to be here…" he mumbled, "Where is it?" "Well don't ask us! Maybe they moved the town over the next mountain." Iris unintelligently said. "Maybe." Ash blank-mindedly murmured.
Ash smudged and walked down the path, passing many pieces of wood and stone. They were all scattered around the floor. What? Ash was trying his hardest not to pay attention to it. On the other hand, Iris and Cilan began to wonder why Kanto looked like a graveyard. As they began trailing back up another hill, Cilan glanced at the enthusiastic Ash Ketchum that had been waiting a long time to go back to his town. He had been talking about it for the whole time he had been in Unova. He talked about how nice and calm it was, not to mention he lived near the famous Professor Oak. I have that connoisseur feeling that he isn't going to be as excited when he finally gets there. Cilan said to himself, letting a sweat drop from his head. Iris then noticed the embarrassed smile on his face and walked next to him. "What'cha thinking about?" Iris asked with a kiddy smile. "I just realized how happy Ash is." "Well why wouldn't he? He's home!" She shouted, earning a 'shoosh!' from Cilan. "Simply because his mom. When he gets home, his mom is going to embarrass him like there's no tomorrow." He quietly laughed, followed by a giggle by Iris. "That's true…" ________________________________________________________________________
4:10 PM - Cerulean Gym - Misty and Tracey
Misty had been working on the next play for the gym. As usual, it starred Misty as the mermaid. Tracey had done a lot of plays with her, which made it really awkward for them, but it never changed their friendship. She started looking trough her bag for a note pad, still trying to keep the ideas in her head.
The summary should be about a singer singing at a sea shore when a mermaid catches his beautiful voice. And soon-
She grabbed out what she thought was a notebook. She read the front cover and stared at it for awhile. Being the person that she is, she held back her instincts to open it. It was a photo book. All her memories were in there. From back in the days. All her precious memories were in there; pictures of her younger days, of her parents, and that one person she could never get out of her head even if her life depended on it. Ash. No matter how many times she tried, she couldn't get him out of her head. She knew everything about him; his life, his personality, his face, his sweet auburn eyes, his voice… He was everything she wanted. Even though he was annoying, kiddy, stupid, and oblivious to love. Hell, he was oblivious to everything! But he is also loyal, courageous, and loving. He cares about his friends and never gives up. He has courtesy, integrity, perseverance, indomitable spirit, and self control. Victory was always his goal. He was also really cute. Not like handsome cute, but that boyish kind of cute. He had those big auburn eyes, which Misty had always admired, that soft messy raven black hair, and his signature hat. His hat with the weird check mark on it, she always admired that hat… Misty couldn't help but look at her old companion's hat which sat on her night stand. Ash gave it to her when she left to become the Cerulean Gym Leader. She picked it up and placed it on her head. Looking in the mirror, she couldn't help but smile. Why him? She slipped off the hat and fell onto her bed. And kept thinking, but got cut off by an unexpected visitor. "Come in…" She mumbled. "Hey." Tracey, the assistant of Professor Oak, walked in with a small smile. "Hey…" "Is there something wrong?" "No, just thinking about the past" "Oh, so it's Ash you're thinking about?" he asked with a smirk. "N-No! S-Shut up, Tracey!" She hissed, causing Tracey to step back in fear. "Hey! Don't judge me for guessing right!" He laughed, but still backing away in fear. "I'm not judging you! I'M THREATENING YOU." She growled Knowing not to mess with Misty, Tracey backed off.
Misty knew he was right. She couldn't help but wonder what he was doing. Anything and everything she thought of related to Ash. Whether it was about the Gym, or about a guy that asked her out (Which she rejected), it always went back to Ash. Tracey made fun of her sometimes knowing that she'd think about him ALL THE TIME. Which was true, of course. But seriously, keep your thoughts to yourself. Why can't I like other guys? Why do I have to like HIM? Why him out of all people? Ugh… So many questions. But he'll never come back… Hell, he doesn't even call anymore. I should just give up… She thought this all the time. So she'd store him in the back of her memories… For now… She was obsessed with Ash. Really obsessed. And she needed him out of her mind. Just for once. Just… for… Once. ________________________________________________________________________
4:35 PM - Pallet Town - Ash, Iris, and Cilan
Ash was getting a little confused. Why did Pallet look so deserted? They walked a little longer until Ash got irritated. "What the hell!? Where's Pallet?!" Ash yelled in frustration. "Ash! Don't use that language! We're probably just on the wrong mountain." Iris said. "No. This is the right place. Didn't you see the 'Welcome to Pallet' sign?" He protested
Iris bit her lip. For once, Ash had a point. She just nodded and shut up before he could say anything else intelligent. Ash was getting mad and nervous at the same time. He started sprinting. Past the trees, past the old abandoned barns and looked at the horror as he saw crushed houses, abandoned stores, and nothing but broken glass and wood everywhere. All the houses, shops, and even the trees were all destroyed. He clenched his fist and closed his eyes shut tight. No… What happened here? Please… No. Screamed the distressed Ash as he ran through the streets of the ruins of Pallet. "Ash, is this… Pallet?" Iris asked "It used to be…" The shaken boy said, not turning around to show his face. "Ash…" Cilan mumbled as he reached to put his hand on Ash's shoulder. Ash jerked away and started run down the path that led to his mom's house. "Where are you going?!" Iris shouted "My mom lives on the outskirts of Pallet. Hopefully this didn't happen over there…" He yelled back in response.
He kept running; not stopping. Please… Don't… He yelled in his mind. As he saw his mother's house in the distance, he noticed that it looked… Different. He felt tears coming up to his eyes. He couldn't help but to shout… "MOM! NO!" He shouted. "Ash! Wait up! Please!" Iris yelled back.
He ran up to the broken house that was once his mother's. His eyes widen and felt tears creep up to his eyes. He fell to his knees and kept staring. Tears fell from his eyes and he didn't hesitate to run up to the ruins of his once called house. There was nothing there. Nothing but a bunch of wood and broken… everything.
"No… No! NO!" He screamed as he rummaged through everything, suffering cuts from all the broken glass. "Ash, stop. You might get hurt." Cilan informed "Do you really think I care about that?" Ash said with his tear-filled eyes, "My mom… She could be anywhere…" He rummaged through it some more till he found his moms reddish-brown head of hair. He closed his eyes shut and let out a cry. He pulled her out of the ruins and hugged her bare lifeless body. He wanted revenge for whoever did this. "Whoever did this is dead." He growled through the tears. "Ash…" Iris mumbled "No. Whoever did this is DEAD. But I need to make sure someone else is okay before I do anything else." "And who would that be?" Cilan asked "Guys, we're going to Cerulean City…"
A/N: Okay… This is a stupid beginning, but I swear, it'll get better. MORE CHARACTERS COMING IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! Ps. Did I trick you into pressing that
Okay.... So as you notice, I haven't been posting on here. (SUPER LONG TIME) There are many reasons for that (Blame FF and Google+ for that. Or you can blame +Maritza Flores, whatever... jk.) But uh... it's mostly because of school and I'm kinda thinking about this story. I mean, first of all, I don't want to get shut down for copyrights on Taken. Second of all, I have a lot of NEW ideas that I am REALLY SUPER DUPER ready to show you guys. Like seriously, I haven't been here in so long, that I realized that I had over 90 views in April! ~Major mentality~ lol jk. Anyway, there's something else that has been bothering and bugging the hell out of me for these past few weeks. I need to get it off my chest, and I think that it's important that all of you people know. I... MIGHT... be moving my blog. (MIGHT is the key word) It's not that I don't want to stop writing. That probably wont happen till I'm A LOT older. Now that I think about it, it feels hecka good to start writing on here again. But the reason I MIGHT be moving my blog is because I (don't smack me) have a new writing spot. That was what I was talking about when I said "Blame FF for me not posting..." I think most of you have heard of it. Okay... some of you. The real name is FanFiction.net. If you wanna follow me on there too, you can look up my username:PokeshippingUnown Did you get that? No, it's not PokeshippingUnknown, it's PokeshippingUnown. If you do that, you'll get to read the first few chapters of my story that I'm replacing Taken with. It's called "This Means War". The story is mostly about the war of Team Rocket. It's kinda like a "Team Rocket Strikes Back" thingy... But seriously, it's a tragic story. It's about how Ash comes home from Unova and finds Pallet in ruins because of a... certain group (C'mon guys, I'm giving you a hint). Btw, a lot of things are going to change in my blog. First, no more colors. I'm not going to put any colors; it's more professional that way. (I only do colors for these kinds of updates) Second, the chapters are going to be SUPER long. Longer than Taken or any other one-shot I've done. And third, no more pictures. Okay, well maybe for SOME chapters are going to have A LITTLE visual aid, but again, that's not really professional. PLEASE DON'T HURT ME FOR CHANGING SO MUCH!!!!!!?! (Question mark?) "Why are you yelling?" "Yeah, calm down, Ali." No. "Yes." No. "Yes." No! "Yes! NO! "YES!" NOOOOO!!! *SMACK!!!!!* "WHAT WAS THAT FOR, MIST!?" "For being non-tolerating..." "Is that even a word?" "OH, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" ... O__O Annnnyyyway. Getting back to me... "Man! So diva-like of you..." >.< Okay! EVERYONE SHUT UP! (Not you peoplezzz) Anyways, just remember. I MIGHT be moving my blog to FF. And starting now, I'm moving on to newly improved Pokeshippingstories.blogspot.com and also moving on to This Means War. Ps. If you go on FanFiction.net, if you look up ANY Pokeshipping stories, and it says 'lemon', DON'T READ IT. I know some of you know this already (Maritza), but DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES... read it. Unless you're a pervert, don't read it. *-* It's traumatizing... PPs. If you happen to have a Google+, ADD ME! I'm pretty sure that my face is at the end of all my posts... It should be this picture:
AHHH! MAH BIG FACE!!!!! "HEY! THAT'S ME, YOU FAGGOT!" SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! PPPs. The title of this post gives me an idea for another story... XDDD C: Peace~ "Bye..." "Bye, identity thief."
I grabbed my bag and brought out my laptop. My laptop only let's ME in. I have to scan my fingerprint in order to get on to my computer. It's pretty neat... As I got on to my Gmail, I looked for Brock's email address. On there, I found a bunch of info. Giovanni Garvello
Age: 42 DOB: October 17, 1970 Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Brown RS: Divorced Sentenced for: Prostitution, Robbery, murder, and drug use. Sex: Male Work: Unknown. Said to have worked for the organization of Team Rocket. Hometown: Pallet Town, Kanto. What!? He lived in Pallet!? Hmm... I kept scrolling through the document till I found the most important evidence. His address. 81564, Bruagge Ave. 95372 Hah! Yes! Finally, some info that could come in handy... I looked up from my laptop and shut it quickly when a familiar face walked in. I smiled then opened it back up as I saw Gary Oak look at me and smile back. "How did you know I was here?" "I heard from Brock that you were in Italy, so I decided to track your computer..." he chuckled "Since when did you know how to track computers? Only Brock knows how to do that." "Well... Then I learned it from Brock." "Haha! Here, sit down. Since you're here, I want to show you something. Do you remember Misty?" "Yeah. Why wouldn't I? She was my girlfriend, remember?" "EX-girlfriend... Anyway, she got abducted.." "WHAT!? When did this happen?" "A couple days ago, and I already got some evidence..." Gary has been a good friend of mine since I was 10, we knew each other because his grandfather, Samuel Oak, gave me my first Pokemon. We were bitter rivals at first, but then we grew out of that stage and became really good friends... When he found out I was in the Agency, he persuaded the JFTT to let him in too. Now we're partners. I'm the one with the weapons though... He's the one with the Pokemon. He was never really good at using weapons. I was scared for my own life when he had a knife in his hand. Once, he was learning how to use a simple handgun, and he was getting really good at it. but then I gave him a desert eagle, one of the most dangerous handguns, and he almost killed me. He shot it, and it went right past my face. Scariest day of my life.
Then the rivalry started up again when he got with Misty. I had never liked her, but I realized that she was losing interest in me. So I kinda stood up to Gary and made myself look like I liked Misty. Which I didn't. About three months later, Gary talked to me and said he wanted to break up with her because she had interest in someone else. So he did. (The happiest moment in my life) That was the day I realized how much I loved her.
But getting back to Gary, even though we're more mature, we always had that rivalry. Whether it was video games, to who gets to get the better mile time. Gary has always been a pretty annoying friend. He always made fun of me because I liked Misty. But overall, we're still good friends...
I showed him all of our evidence that Brock had found for me and he immediately joined in. "I'm in. I'll be your back up." "No. I need to do this alone." "Why? To prove your girlfriend that you're worthy?" "... Actually, yes. I need to do this alone." "Ugh... Ash, sometimes, you don't think..." Gary mumbled, "But if you're doing this for the girl, then go. I'm not stopping you. If you need help, just call. But not on Saturday, I have a date with Blue on Saturday." "Haha! Okay, Gary. Thanks..." "You're not welcome... You better not call on Saturday..." "Typical Gary... NEVER change."
After he left, I shut the door and sighed. Not saying another word, I grabbed my laptop and sat back down... This is it... Tomorrow morning, I'll make my way to his house. This should be where Misty and Dawn are... NEXT MORNING... Okay... I got my backpack, my switchblade, and my Dessert Eagle, anything else? I kept going over my plan as I made my way to a taxi. I couldn't help but feel like I was missing something. It was eating me up inside... What was I missing? After a half an hour of eagerly waiting in the back of a taxi, I quickly got out and stared at the decent sized apartment complex, all addressed to the same person. Giovanni Garvello. This means that he bought the WHOLE complex. They have to be in there... They just have to... I walked up to the steps and looked at the sign on the door. DO NOT DISTURB. I stared at that sign for awhile, thinking about what to do. Each step felt more nerve-racking and intimidating. I took a deep breath in as I stood in front of the door, slowly reaching out my hand to ring the doorbell. My heart stopped as I heard the screeching doorbell sound. I could hear a bunch of voices getting closer to the door. They were all speaking in a different language. My heart started pounding out of my chest. This is it. I'm finally getting my chance to get Misty and Dawn back. Finally... As I hear the door slowly open, only by a couple of inches, a man with a strong Italian accent spoke. "Who are you?" I stood there trying not to give myself away. "I'm here for the rent check." "Hmm... You're the landlord?" "Umm... No. But I'm from the government and I need to collect your payment." He smirked at the thought of a minor like me being in the government. So I showed him. "Need proof?" I pulled out my black wallet and showed him my ID. His face turned from a sarcastic smile, to a worried strait faced. "Hmm..." He turned around and yelled at the other guys in the house. "Hey Joe! Un ragazzo è qui, ha detto che è da parte del governo e ha bisogno del nostro check in affitto. (Hey Joe! Some kid is here, he said he's from the government and he needs our rent check.) "Let him in..." The man led me into the apartment complex. The first thing I saw was a 'DO NOT ENTER' sign in front of the staircase. He led me passed the stairs and into the dining room, where all the guys were playing a game of poker. Hmm... Where's Giovanni? He's not here... I looked at all the men as they stared at me with the same look that the one guy made to me. "Where's the rent?" my nervous yet shaky voice asked Hopefully they haven't paid it yet... "Hey, where's the money?" one guy asked the other A man quickly got up and took a big metal case out from under the cabinets and got keys from his pocket. "Aren't you a little too young to be working for the government?" "Actually, yes, but you surely don't know what I'm capable of doing..." As they kept looking at me, I brought a small piece of paper with the Italian words 'buona fortuna' on it. "By the way... Before I go, can someone translate this for me? My friend gave this to me, but I don't understand it." He grabbed the paper out of my hand and chuckled. He looked at me then smiled. "Well... What does it say?" "... Good luck..." ... Good luck... Good luck... Those words that echoed in my ears for a moment. The words that I heard over the phone. The person that I heard over the phone. My heart started to pound again. I felt like this was it. This is what I've been waiting for. I gave a small smile and looked at him dead in the eye. "You don't remember me, do you?..." "What?" "I talked to you on the phone a couple of days ago, but you probably don't recognize my voice..." "Kid... What the hell are you talking about?" "I told you I'd find you..." His face suddenly turned pale. Without one other word, he grabbed the gun from his table and I lashed out my switchblade from my pocket and stabbed him before he could look back at me. I didn't want to kill him, he was my evidence, so I got his leg. Suddenly, all the men stood up and chaos started. I picked up the guy's dropped gun and shot them. One by one. Enjoying it. I heard more coming down the stairs so I hid in the corner of the room to act dead. Once they came in, BOOM! Dead. When I kill someone, I feel good. Which is a bad thing. Sometimes really have to control my self, or l'll get a little crazy. When I had shot them all, I rushed up the stairs. Looking through each door. As I looked through them, I saw girls. Girl after girl after girl... It was disgusting... I looked at how lifeless they all were. But one in particular caught my eye. A familiar face... Hey! It's that girl that I saw! A... Alyza... Suddenly everything flashed back to the day Misty went missing. When I saw that girl on my computer. I ran up to and looked into her eyes, they had forced her to take drugs. I could tell. Her eyes were black and faded. I looked around her room, and prayed that she was still alive. After that, I ran to the last room. Please be here... Please... I slowly opened up the door to see something I could never imagine. Dawn. She was unconscious on the bed. Her face was pale, and her eyes were wide open. I checked her pulse... Nothing. There was no pulse. I closed my eyes really tight and tightened the grip of my fist. Clenching my fist tightly, I let out a small cry. Trying to keep it all in. Pikachu looked at me and jumped on the bed Dawn was on. He then jumped on my shoulder and licked my face. Still closing my eyes, I slammed my fist into the wall, making an imprint. "Why did this happen!?" I screamed, "First Iris, now Dawn... WHAT THE F*CK IS WRONG WITH MY LIFE?! I was expecting something better... But it looks like I was wrong." I opened my eyes, and sat on the bed. I grabbed her hand and hugged her lifeless body before leaving. This wasn't over yet. Even though Dawn is gone, there's still hope that Misty is alive.
I walked out of her room and shut the door. I inhaled trying to regain my strength. I looked back at Alyza's room and decided to walk back in there. I walked in there and looked at her belongings. There, I found her ID, her clothes, and something that made me drop my jaw. My hat. The hat that I gave to Misty the day she left. What is she doing with MY hat? I looked at the certain covering the other side of the room. I quickly pulled it away and looked at the empty bed. I looked back and tried to communicate with Alyza. "Do you know who was over here on the other bed?" No response. She was too traumatized. I looked at her frightened face and then said, "I'll be back." I walked down the stares and into the dining room where I saw the man that I stabbed still breathing. I looked into his eyes and pointed a gun at his forehead. I pulled him up and dragged him into a lonely room and sat him on a chair. I then put jumper cables on it. "Have you seen this girl?" I showed him a picture of Misty. "Hmph... That bitch was sexy." I pulled the picture down and smacked him as hard as I could. "I DIDN'T ASK YOU WHETHER SHE WAS 'SEXY' OR NOT. Where is she?" "Heh... You actually think I'm gonna tell you?" "Oh I know you're gonna tell me." I walked over to the light switch and flipped the switch. The jumper cables electrocuted his chair, sending shock waves into his body. I switched it off. "Now if you wanna live, you'll tell me where she is." "... You can go ahead and kill me. You'll NEVER find her." I grabbed a tissue and stuffed it down his throat. I switched the light on again, this time he was willing to say something. "SAINT CLARE!!!" "What?" "Saint Clare, she's at Saint Clare..." "Good." I turned to the light switch and headed towards it. "NO! PLEASE!! YOU SAID I WOULD LIVE!!" "I don't keep promises to people who mess with my family. Sorry." I flipped the switch on and closed the door. I was burning inside. I was irritably pissed. I was ready for anything that got in my way. I wasn't doing this just for Misty, I was doing this for both Misty and Dawn... (Sorry this was so late... I've been involved in TOO MUCH at school. I promise, I won't stop my story. Just give me some time. C: ps. Don't yell at me! I needed to kill someone! Not just the man-whores. I know... I'm a douche...)
I stayed in the shadows of the airport looking for this guy in the picture. He might be older than me, if he is, then I shouldn't approach him like I wanna jump him... I sat down on the bench inside and just waited. I sat there and inspected everyone until I found a familiar face. "Pikachu, look..." A blonde. A blonde young kid... It's him. The boy in the picture. The boy that set up the trap for Misty and Dawn. He actually looked younger than I thought. He looked 16. I sat up and got a better look at him. That's him... Now I know he's apart of this... The boy looked up and noticed a young girl about his age. He looked around then stood up; making his way towards the young girl. "So he picks them up, huh?" I mumbled, "Come on, Pikachu, let's go..." I stood up and followed him as he made small talk with the girl. I couldn't help but to notice what he was wearing... He had a key chain. A key chain with the sign 'R' on it. That's proof, right there... He opened a cab door for the girl, that's when I came in... I moved the girl aside and shoved him inside the cab. I shut the door behind me and then punched him in the side following by a punch in the neck. "Che cosa vuoi da me?! (What do you want from me!?)" he yelled in pain "The two girls from yesterday. Where are they?" "Non capisco! ( I don't understand!)" I hit him again. Harder. "I KNOW you understand me! Is you name Nikko?" I yelled "Sì!! (Yes!!)" I was interrupted by the sound of the airport security coming. I took one look at the security running, I looked back at Nikko, who was running out of the opposite door, and ran after him. "THE TWO GIRLS FROM YESTERDAY! WHERE ARE THEY!?" He ran onto a ramp leading back to the hotel. I closely ran after. My heart felt like it was gonna slowly rip out of my chest. I tried to push myself from running just a little faster, but I couldn't. "PIKACHU, JUMP IN FRONT OF HIM BEFORE HE GETS ANY FARTHER!" I commanded Pikachu lifted off the concrete and used quick attack to get in front of him. He panicked as he heard my words. He then looked down at the floor below the ramp and looked for a safe landing. "Pikachu!!! HURRY! Before he jumps off!!!" He looked back at us then jumped. I saw as he landed on the top of a semi-truck. He wasn't hurt, just in shock. As he made his way off the semi-truck, another one crept up behind him hitting him so fast that I didn't have time to look away. No. NO. NO!!! My only evidence... Dead. I took one last look at him feeling defeated... He was my only evidence at the time.... Why wouldn't I feel that way? I put my hands on the top of my head as I took heavy breaths. I could barely breath. I need to calm down, I still have the rest of my pictures that I need to look at. M-Maybe there was a second guy... Oh, who am I kidding. There was no other guy... I let out one last breath before walking away from the edge of the ramp. Pikachu jumped on my shoulder and looked at my worried. I looked back and gave a fake smile. My mind was pondering about this whole situation. How am I gonna get more evidence? How am I gonna find Misty and Dawn? Dammit! I felt like screaming. Just letting all my anger out. I was so sick and tired of all this bullsh*t. "Well Pikachu, looks like we need more evidence." My phone started ringing in my jacket pocket. I brought it out and put it to my ear. "Hello?" "Ash, remember that hair sample that you gave me?" My heart stopped. I totally forgot about that! Damn, I can't believe my luck... "Uh... Yeah. Who is it?" "Well, it turns out that it belongs to a millionaire. His name is Giovanni Garvello..." "Can you find out where he lives and send me the details?" "Got it! I sent it. What else have you found so far?" "I found the guy that they were mentioning on the tape... Nikko." "That's good..." "He's dead." "Oh. How did he die when he was talking to your friends a couple days ago?" "He jumped off a ramp and got ran over by a semi-truck." "Something tells me you drove him to that point..." "Yup." "Oh my gosh... Ash. Anyways, you better get on your computer fast. I already sent it to you." "Haha! Thanks, Brock." I felt better as I realized I still had some evidence. I walked back to the hotel noticing a lot of cops going towards the hotel. As I came closer, I realize that the whole hotel was surrounded by police. Oh no... They must have seen Misty's room. I started running towards the front when a policeman held me back. "Sorry, kid. Can't go in." "But I'm staying here!" "You can go to the Pokemon Center nearby, we're not letting any people in there at this time." "Ugh! I was trying to seclude that crime scene! I am an agent! This was suppose to be MY investigation!" "Kid, you're too young to be an agent. Now shut up. If you wanna get your stuff, ask the chief." After getting my stuff from the hotel, I looked at the policeman that told me off earlier and went up to him. I locked eyes with him and then pulled out my wallet. I pulled out my card showing him I was technically a member of the undercover investigation team. He looked at me in shock. I gave him an evil smile then walked away. I am actually higher than a policeman. I'm their bosses. "Oh yeah, by the way, if you try to look in there, you won't find anything. I already have what you need." I turned my face and smirked. Feeling even more self-confident than before. I walked for another two blocks to the Pokemon Center near by. I thought about how that policeman's reaction made me feel powerful. I loved it. I just freaking loved the power. Just imagine... People that are twice as old as you having to follow your orders... Wouldn't you love that? I couldn't help but to laugh at the situation that policeman is in right now. And it wasn't a funny laugh, it was a 'you're f*cking screwed' kinda laugh. The one that I've been trying to stay away from for years. The kinda laugh that shows that having mercy is a myth... Before going inside, I sat down on cold floor and brought out my phone. I looked at the time. 6:30. Hmm... It's already dark...And it's only 6:30? "Pikachu, let's go on to my computer. We'll find out who this 'Giovanni' is..."
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