Ash\'s Revenge
folder
Pokemon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
9,524
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Pokemon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
9,524
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Pokemon, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Three
Chapter Three
The sound of the doorbell ringing brought the young soon to be father out of his trance.
“Huh?” He questioned, sitting up from hugging his wife. “I wonder who that is?” He stood up and straightened the wrinkles in his slacks and shirt; yet as he strolled over to the door in order to answer it, a certain man in a certain frilly pink apron stopped in front of him, rubber gloved hands clasped in front of him. Ash couldn\'t get the image of the sweet transvestite himself out of his head as he compared Tim Curry\'s famous character to Brock\'s current stance.
“I forgot to mention Ash, I invited Gary, Tracey, the twins, Delia and Samuel over for a nice family dinner.” Brock smiled one of his most charmingly deceptive grins. “I hope you don\'t mind.”
In a split second Brock was on the floor nothing more than a pink frilly ball, as Ask kicked, punched scratched and literally beat the shit out of him with ever muscle the young man could muster.
“Ash!” Misty screamed, taking a bit longer than normal to stand up from her sitting place on the couch.
(Ash!) Pikachu came running in from the backyard, and stared in shock at the site on the floor.
Every ounce of hatred Ash held for his former best friend fueled each hit. The breeder cried out loud after each blow and continued to moan in pure agony as he tried to hold his ill-fated fetal position on the floor, desperately seeking protection from his demented attacker.
“Ash! What are you doing?” Misty shouted hysterically, tears streaming down her chubby flushed cheeks.
He paused for no more than a moment, and closing his eyes, said in his most stern voice:
“Misty go to our bedroom and lock the door.”
It was during this moment that Brock was able to leave via the front door, the six guests spilled in, shocked, horrified, and panicky at the sight of the bruised and bleeding dark man in the frilly pink apron. He was already out of the gate now, trying, with failed efforts to run down the street.
“You fucking coward!” Ash yelled sadistically. “Keep running, like the fucking ass hole you are! Don\'t want to tell me what you said to her to my face huh? Is that it?” He too was out of the gate now, stalking his prey with confident stealthy walking. “Come back here and fight like a man… that is if you really are one!”
Inside the house, Delia was already dialing the number for the police and ambulance. She was shaking worriedly from head to toe, so she passed the phone to Gary, who was able to give all the information he knew. Tracey took the little twins Tom and Ann to Ash and Misty\'s bedroom, only to find it locked. On the porch, Professor Oak was shouting for Ash to “put a stop to this utter nonsense”. A few feet away following every step he made, Pikachu stood right behind his best friend, on edge keeping an eye out for what could come next. The adorable yellow electric type knew a few secrets about Brock that he had just learned from Misty\'s Pokémon, so he knew he had to be a few seconds ahead of his human friend.
“You think I don\'t know what you\'ve been saying to Misty? Huh?” As he spoke, he walked slowly toward his enemy with an inhuman precision. “Are you that fucking jealous Brock?” The breeder stood there, almost casually, lip bleeding, pink frilly apron ripped, cautiously near a parked car. “Did you want Misty for yourself that badly that you had to try and deliberately destroy every fucking thing I have between her? It\'s me and Misty Brock, not you and Misty… me and Misty.”
The sirens were heard in the distance, and Gary and Delia, who joined Professor Oak on the porch, sighed deeply in relief. They had no idea what was going on and wanted it to be resolved as soon as possible.
“Maybe… you don\'t understand Ash…” Brock began leisurely, articulating every word with that mastered gym leaders tone, however his speech sounded almost saddened. “You ruined your life Ash, don\'t you understand that? Don\'t you get it?” His hand moved slowly up exposing a .44 Magnum, the shiny new metal glinting from reflecting the evening sunlight. “You ruined it… so now… I\'m just going to end it.” He smiled, a mockery of kindness. “Do you know why Misty\'s still had morning sickness even after all these months? Haven\'t you noticed that it\'s only on Mondays when I\'m home cooking?”
To Be Continued...
The sound of the doorbell ringing brought the young soon to be father out of his trance.
“Huh?” He questioned, sitting up from hugging his wife. “I wonder who that is?” He stood up and straightened the wrinkles in his slacks and shirt; yet as he strolled over to the door in order to answer it, a certain man in a certain frilly pink apron stopped in front of him, rubber gloved hands clasped in front of him. Ash couldn\'t get the image of the sweet transvestite himself out of his head as he compared Tim Curry\'s famous character to Brock\'s current stance.
“I forgot to mention Ash, I invited Gary, Tracey, the twins, Delia and Samuel over for a nice family dinner.” Brock smiled one of his most charmingly deceptive grins. “I hope you don\'t mind.”
In a split second Brock was on the floor nothing more than a pink frilly ball, as Ask kicked, punched scratched and literally beat the shit out of him with ever muscle the young man could muster.
“Ash!” Misty screamed, taking a bit longer than normal to stand up from her sitting place on the couch.
(Ash!) Pikachu came running in from the backyard, and stared in shock at the site on the floor.
Every ounce of hatred Ash held for his former best friend fueled each hit. The breeder cried out loud after each blow and continued to moan in pure agony as he tried to hold his ill-fated fetal position on the floor, desperately seeking protection from his demented attacker.
“Ash! What are you doing?” Misty shouted hysterically, tears streaming down her chubby flushed cheeks.
He paused for no more than a moment, and closing his eyes, said in his most stern voice:
“Misty go to our bedroom and lock the door.”
It was during this moment that Brock was able to leave via the front door, the six guests spilled in, shocked, horrified, and panicky at the sight of the bruised and bleeding dark man in the frilly pink apron. He was already out of the gate now, trying, with failed efforts to run down the street.
“You fucking coward!” Ash yelled sadistically. “Keep running, like the fucking ass hole you are! Don\'t want to tell me what you said to her to my face huh? Is that it?” He too was out of the gate now, stalking his prey with confident stealthy walking. “Come back here and fight like a man… that is if you really are one!”
Inside the house, Delia was already dialing the number for the police and ambulance. She was shaking worriedly from head to toe, so she passed the phone to Gary, who was able to give all the information he knew. Tracey took the little twins Tom and Ann to Ash and Misty\'s bedroom, only to find it locked. On the porch, Professor Oak was shouting for Ash to “put a stop to this utter nonsense”. A few feet away following every step he made, Pikachu stood right behind his best friend, on edge keeping an eye out for what could come next. The adorable yellow electric type knew a few secrets about Brock that he had just learned from Misty\'s Pokémon, so he knew he had to be a few seconds ahead of his human friend.
“You think I don\'t know what you\'ve been saying to Misty? Huh?” As he spoke, he walked slowly toward his enemy with an inhuman precision. “Are you that fucking jealous Brock?” The breeder stood there, almost casually, lip bleeding, pink frilly apron ripped, cautiously near a parked car. “Did you want Misty for yourself that badly that you had to try and deliberately destroy every fucking thing I have between her? It\'s me and Misty Brock, not you and Misty… me and Misty.”
The sirens were heard in the distance, and Gary and Delia, who joined Professor Oak on the porch, sighed deeply in relief. They had no idea what was going on and wanted it to be resolved as soon as possible.
“Maybe… you don\'t understand Ash…” Brock began leisurely, articulating every word with that mastered gym leaders tone, however his speech sounded almost saddened. “You ruined your life Ash, don\'t you understand that? Don\'t you get it?” His hand moved slowly up exposing a .44 Magnum, the shiny new metal glinting from reflecting the evening sunlight. “You ruined it… so now… I\'m just going to end it.” He smiled, a mockery of kindness. “Do you know why Misty\'s still had morning sickness even after all these months? Haven\'t you noticed that it\'s only on Mondays when I\'m home cooking?”
To Be Continued...