Ash\'s Revenge
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Category:
Pokemon › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
9,528
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 Four
Chapter Four
Brock raised his arm and pointed his weapon. The aforementioned appendage was trembling slightly; you could see the effort it was taking him to the steady the gun.
“Tell me Ashy Boy, do you think this gun is loaded?” His breathing was ragged and labored and his free arm was clutching at his bruised rib cage.
“Brock! Think about this first!” Professor Oak shouted in a failed attempt to cease the upcoming carnage. The elderly gentleman had fought in World War II, he knew was it was like to be on both sides of a weapon.
“Ha!” He laughed in his best and deepest gym leaders voice, yet the sudden laugh had obviously caused pain to his injured torso.
“You fucked up son of a bitch!” Ash screamed and with the strength and speed of six years of practice, threw Charizard\'s Poké ball into the air. The towering form of the red-orange dragon loomed over the breeder, snorting steam from his large nostrils. He cracked his neck, arms and hands in front of Brock, just to frighten him a little bit.
“You think that\'s going to stop me Ash? Your stupid excuse for a fire type?” Brock smirked as he eyed the fire-breathing dragon. No one showed such bravery in the face of Charizard, the huge Pokémon was known for scaring fully grown men, people were just plain afraid of him.
Ash however, wasn\'t paying attention to the little show his Pokémon was putting on and preceded with his commands from the unknown and unseen evil within his mind that had been turned on like a switch. Without thinking he ordered the large Pokémon in front of him:
“Charizard! Fire Blast NOW!!”
Yet before the huge dragon Pokémon could react, Brock was taking aim straight for it\'s heart. Behind Ash, seemingly out of nowhere, Pikachu leaped up into the air and sent a huge 10,000-volt Thunder attack straight at the Breeder. It flew to him with a loud cracking noise and when the Thunder hit; a deafening sonic boom pierced the air. No man could have possibly lived through that. Brock\'s lifeless body fell down on the sidewalk, shook a few times, and lay there with burn marks all over his dark skin. Blood trickled down from his right nostril; his eyes were left open but only the whites showed. It was terrifying to look at, unbelievable, a nightmare, a scene out of some sick and demented horror film. They stood there looking at the body on the ground unknowing if it was still living or dead. The ambulance arrived then, but there was no police car, everyone knew it was too late. They placed the body on the stretcher and covered it with a white sheet. Professor Oak and Mrs. Ketchum were making their way over, unable to believe what had just unfurled before their eyes. Ash meanwhile was hugging both Charizard and Pikachu. He climbed onto the dragons back and decided to fly, no where in particular, he just had to get away, he couldn\'t let Misty see him like this, but he also couldn\'t leave without letting her know where he was going.
“Pikachu…” The yellow electric Pokémon perked up it\'s ears at the mention of his name. “Go into the house and tell Misty that I\'m ok, and not to come out until I come home.” He sighed and patted his companion on the head. “I don\'t want them to find out we\'re having a baby.” He mumbled as an after thought, “Not yet anyway.”
Pikachu nodded his head and Charizard gave his little partner in crime the thumbs up. The little mouse Pokémon backed up and with a powerful kick off and thundering roar, Charizard was air born with Ash on his back, the wind wiping through his black spiky hair.
When the dust and leaves had settled down, Pikachu turned around and scurried back into the house to make sure Misty and the other Pokémon (who were in their Poké Balls) were safe and sound. He turned for a second, watching as the ambulance sped off in the direction of Route One, Brock\'s body inside, Professor Oak accompanying the boy\'s final journey. Mrs. Ketchum stood in silence near the gate, gazing at the moving vehicle, until it was out of site. She was holding her self, arms around her body, trying to calm her sobbing. In the distance, Charizard\'s roaring could be heard echoing in between the spaced houses. Pikachu smiled at the dragon type, he smiled at himself… he hated Brock, always had and always will, after all, the first day he met the gym leader, he had remarked “you\'re Pikachu is in it\'s cutest stage… it can\'t win!”.
(Well I just won asshole! And what\'s wrong with being cute? I get more girls… and boys then you could ever hope to.) With that said, Pikachu laughed his wiggly little hinny all the way to Ash and Misty\'s bedroom, hoping that Brock would be pronounced dead upon arrival.
To Be Continued...
Brock raised his arm and pointed his weapon. The aforementioned appendage was trembling slightly; you could see the effort it was taking him to the steady the gun.
“Tell me Ashy Boy, do you think this gun is loaded?” His breathing was ragged and labored and his free arm was clutching at his bruised rib cage.
“Brock! Think about this first!” Professor Oak shouted in a failed attempt to cease the upcoming carnage. The elderly gentleman had fought in World War II, he knew was it was like to be on both sides of a weapon.
“Ha!” He laughed in his best and deepest gym leaders voice, yet the sudden laugh had obviously caused pain to his injured torso.
“You fucked up son of a bitch!” Ash screamed and with the strength and speed of six years of practice, threw Charizard\'s Poké ball into the air. The towering form of the red-orange dragon loomed over the breeder, snorting steam from his large nostrils. He cracked his neck, arms and hands in front of Brock, just to frighten him a little bit.
“You think that\'s going to stop me Ash? Your stupid excuse for a fire type?” Brock smirked as he eyed the fire-breathing dragon. No one showed such bravery in the face of Charizard, the huge Pokémon was known for scaring fully grown men, people were just plain afraid of him.
Ash however, wasn\'t paying attention to the little show his Pokémon was putting on and preceded with his commands from the unknown and unseen evil within his mind that had been turned on like a switch. Without thinking he ordered the large Pokémon in front of him:
“Charizard! Fire Blast NOW!!”
Yet before the huge dragon Pokémon could react, Brock was taking aim straight for it\'s heart. Behind Ash, seemingly out of nowhere, Pikachu leaped up into the air and sent a huge 10,000-volt Thunder attack straight at the Breeder. It flew to him with a loud cracking noise and when the Thunder hit; a deafening sonic boom pierced the air. No man could have possibly lived through that. Brock\'s lifeless body fell down on the sidewalk, shook a few times, and lay there with burn marks all over his dark skin. Blood trickled down from his right nostril; his eyes were left open but only the whites showed. It was terrifying to look at, unbelievable, a nightmare, a scene out of some sick and demented horror film. They stood there looking at the body on the ground unknowing if it was still living or dead. The ambulance arrived then, but there was no police car, everyone knew it was too late. They placed the body on the stretcher and covered it with a white sheet. Professor Oak and Mrs. Ketchum were making their way over, unable to believe what had just unfurled before their eyes. Ash meanwhile was hugging both Charizard and Pikachu. He climbed onto the dragons back and decided to fly, no where in particular, he just had to get away, he couldn\'t let Misty see him like this, but he also couldn\'t leave without letting her know where he was going.
“Pikachu…” The yellow electric Pokémon perked up it\'s ears at the mention of his name. “Go into the house and tell Misty that I\'m ok, and not to come out until I come home.” He sighed and patted his companion on the head. “I don\'t want them to find out we\'re having a baby.” He mumbled as an after thought, “Not yet anyway.”
Pikachu nodded his head and Charizard gave his little partner in crime the thumbs up. The little mouse Pokémon backed up and with a powerful kick off and thundering roar, Charizard was air born with Ash on his back, the wind wiping through his black spiky hair.
When the dust and leaves had settled down, Pikachu turned around and scurried back into the house to make sure Misty and the other Pokémon (who were in their Poké Balls) were safe and sound. He turned for a second, watching as the ambulance sped off in the direction of Route One, Brock\'s body inside, Professor Oak accompanying the boy\'s final journey. Mrs. Ketchum stood in silence near the gate, gazing at the moving vehicle, until it was out of site. She was holding her self, arms around her body, trying to calm her sobbing. In the distance, Charizard\'s roaring could be heard echoing in between the spaced houses. Pikachu smiled at the dragon type, he smiled at himself… he hated Brock, always had and always will, after all, the first day he met the gym leader, he had remarked “you\'re Pikachu is in it\'s cutest stage… it can\'t win!”.
(Well I just won asshole! And what\'s wrong with being cute? I get more girls… and boys then you could ever hope to.) With that said, Pikachu laughed his wiggly little hinny all the way to Ash and Misty\'s bedroom, hoping that Brock would be pronounced dead upon arrival.
To Be Continued...