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Misty's Capture	By : Omalley99 Category: Pokemon > General Views: 34491 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim to own Pokemon or any of the characters within, I make no money from this work, it is simply for others enjoyment.

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Ash, Brock and Pikachu were treated to an odd sight as the barrier finally collapsed after Pikachu's efforts. They had been expecting anything from a criminal gang like team rocket to a wild pokemon or even just Misty on her own. But what they glimpsed through the fractured illusion was a very strange collection, a noble lady, a naked girl with green hair, a floating Banette, a wary Hypno, and most importantly a tall man with dark hair holding a naked Misty in his arms as they all stared incredulously at each other.

The silence stretched out for a long moment, both sides unable to believe what they were seeing.

In an instant it was shattered as Ash started towards the group, his face a mask of anger as he bellowed "You!" Omalley and his companions all took a step backwards, a sense of frustration forming in the back of his mind as he searched frantically for a solution to this new-found problem. Ash watched as the beautiful girl in the purple dress reached out and placed a restraining arm on the man's shoulder, leaning forward to whisper into his ear. There was no mistaking the look of hatred he directed at Ash even as the woman spoke quietly to him, glancing between them and Misty. Eventually the man nodded, turning away from Ash, Brock and Pikachu and speaking quietly to his companions.

Ash stepped forwards again, calling out to the group. “Hey, what the hells going on here? Would you care to explain why the hell we find our friend hidden and trapped, naked, in a barrier with a group of trainers we've never met?” Pikachu was at his side, crouching low on all fours with electrical energy coursing through his fur, ready to attack anyone that made a move. Brock already had a pokeball in his hand, his finger hovering over its release button and his body tense as he waited, his eyes roaming over the group. Ash followed his gaze, his eyes being drawn instantly to Misty, cold anger flooding his system as he took in the state she was being kept in. For one thing she was naked, with small cuts and scrapes on her legs and arms from her failed escape through the forest. Her normally bright, wavy hair was now tangled and dirty, strands of silver web still clinging to her. Ash could only imagine the reasons she might be in such a state, but was in no mood to wait for answers, starting forwards again, this time with a hand on his own belt, his fingers running over the smooth capsules hanging from his belt.

He spared a thought for the other girl who stood with them, stark naked but seemingly happy, with bright green hair framing her smiling face. Ordinarily he was sure that Brock would be drooling over her, but the circumstances had filled the pair of them with anger, leaving no room for anything except the desire to bring Misty back with them. Reaching the end of his tether Ash was about to release one of his Pokemon, his fingers closing around the polished metal, but he paused as he saw the man in the hat step forwards, a cocky grin on his face as he addressed them, his voice carrying a posh British accent that made his every word sound mocking.

“Ash, Brock, Pikachu! So glad you could join us.” The pair glanced at each other in confusion as he continued, “Truth be told I was wondering if you might show up at some time, I suppose I was rather careless with her clothing when I captured the lovely Misty here, but it was all so much at the time. I suppose Hypno has done a great job of hiding us, I mean its taken you almost 3 days to travel 4 miles, your Pokemon must have been confused by the signals he kept sending out, warding others away.” He was interrupted as Brock cut across his words “You mean you kidnapped her? We find you skulking in the forest with our best friend as she stands naked and clearly afraid. You're not making a very good case for yourself you bastard!” Pikachu cried out in agreement, loosing a few sparks which arced into the ground to prove his point. Omalley simply smiled, his eyes hidden in shadow as he replied, his voice level and cool. “I'm not trying to make a good case for myself, I have no excuses. Fact is Misty belongs to me now, and in time she is going to accept it. I'll tell you now that I love her, and I will never try to harm her directly, but you have to understand for me this was the only way, the only chance I had to have her for my own!” Ash shook his head slowly, his eyes locked on Omalley's as he replied, his own voice filled with anger. “I'm not listening to anything you have to say, Misty is our friend, I wont allow her to be treated like this. I don't know who you are but there is no chance in hell that you are getting away with this whilst we are here.” Omalley's smile broadened at this and he spread he arms wide to encompass the group. “Oh my apologies, allow us to introduce ourselves. My name is Omalley Kincaid, to my left we have the beautiful Lady Cloud and her slave Cheryl” He paused momentarily whilst the pair curtseyed, Cloud with a mocking smirk on her face whilst Cheryl did so politely, as if she were simply greeting one of her mistresses guests. “And here on my right we have my own personal slave, Misty Waterflower, though of course you know each other well.”

Brock shouted out, “How dare you call her your slave like that!” as Ash watched Misty's response, he didn't know why but she seemed, off somehow, standing too stiff and making no attempt to cover her nakedness from her friends, then there was the fact that she hadn't said a word yet. His train of thought was interrupted however as he suddenly realised that he had heard the name Omalley Kincaid before. “Hey!” he called out, “Hey, I think I know you, we battled once before didn't we? Outside of Vermillion City?”

“He remembers!” Omalley called back mockingly. “Yes we battled, I don't know if you recall but I beat you back then, and I assure you that I can beat you now.” Brock interjected again at this stage. “Wait I remember that, your Pokemon were massively overpowered, it was too dangerous for the battle to continue, so we stopped the match and warned people against battling you, you could of caused serious injury to their Pokemon.” Omalley snorted at this “I didn’t want to battle any of them, I wanted to beat you, to prove I was better, to show Misty that you weren’t worth following. It's besides the point anyway, all I have to do is beat you two now, and that will be the end of all this.” Ash actually laughed at this statement before replying “If you think we are going to battle you and that you would win if we did, you are sadly mistaken, we are here for Misty, just hand her over and we will go, simple as that.”

Ash, Brock and Pikachu were all stunned as Misty stepped forwards carefully, her arms hanging limp at her sides and her eyes glazed slightly. She stopped next to Omalley and opened her mouth, speaking words that the boys had never expected t hear. “Fight for me you two, I like it here, I love the sensations, the experiences, the thrills. If you want to take me back, you have to beat Omalley and Cloud in a battle, if you lose... I stay.” With that she spun on her heel again and walked back to Cheryl and Cloud, leaving Ash, Brock and Pikachu speechless. Seizing the initiative Omalley took over once again. “Well then, I think its clear what she really wants isn't it? So are you two ready for a battle?” His hand slid inside his jacket coat, pulling out a pokeball which he gripped tightly in his hand, watching their faces as they struggled to come to grips with what Misty had just said to them. Silently he made a mental note to congratulate Cloud on her Banettes skills, if he hadn't known that Misty was being puppeteered the whole time he might almost have believed her himself.

Misty found herself trapped inside her body once again as she felt invisible strings of psychic energy guiding her body against her own will. She fought to break free, a silent prisoner inside her own head as she heard her own voice, listening in shock as she encouraged the other two to battle against her captor. Although at times she had found herself considering the idea of staying here and the enjoyment she had received, she found that being trapped like this, having her rescuers so close to saving her was maddening. She battled against the forces controlling her body, but to no avail as she found herself turning and marching back towards her captors, struggling in a futile effort to break free.

Cloud smirked as she watched Misty returning to them, her calm face betraying the frustration the girl must be feeling. Being self aware in this situation must be such a frustrating experience for her, but it would only help Omalley to train her if she saw her hopes of rescue crushed, it would break her confidence and make her much more susceptible to him. She turned her gaze back to Ash and Brock as they stood stock still, unable to believe what they had heard. To their credit they weren't panicking, instead they simply had no clue how to react as Misty stood next to her captors, Bannete producing a sweet smile on Misty's pink lips. Omalley flicked a pokeball out of his jacket, tossing it casually in the air and catching it with his other hand, his finger ready to release the capsule and reveal his waiting Pokemon. Cloud clapped her hands once and Cheryl ran to fetch her pokeball's, returning and kneeling to her mistress with the items held up for her to take. Smiling she selected one, casually lifting it from her slaves open hands and holding it up before herself, admiring her reflection in the polished red metal, after all, it wouldn't do if Omalley had all the fun here.

Across the field Ash finally came to his senses again, his patience snapping as he plucked a ball from his belt. “I don't know what the hell you've done to her, but we are taking her back one way or another!” With that he tossed the ball high in the air, watching as bright light burst forth and coalesced into the form of his Wartortle, Brocks Crobat bursting into being next to it, its four wings a blur as they kept the bat in motion. Omalley and Cloud casually tossed their own pokeball's into the air, revealing the shiny black form of Grimer alongside an elegant Frosslass that floated a few metres above the ground. Before the battle started Brock took one last attempt to get Misty back without violence. “Are you sure you want to do this? You do know I'm a former Gym Leader, and Ash is a regional finalist. You can still back down and give her back to us.” Omalley sighed at this and reached into his jacket, plucking a silver case from within and holding it out in front of him, looking down at it as if recalling old memories. “Brock I know about your credentials, they are impressive no denying it, I just think mine are slightly better.” With that he opened the case, revealing a set of sixteen shining badges, the cascade and boulder badges amongst them. In pride of place though was the large golden badge, replete with ribbons and three famous words engraved on its surface. “Your in the Hall of Fame?” Asked Brock incredulously, glancing at Ash. “Indeed, that was almost a year ago now, after I had achieved that it seemed there was little left for me to do, go to another region and repeat it? What would be the point, instead I devoted the last year to this, to finally gaining the one girl I've always wanted. Far more worthwhile than simply spending years travelling, going nowhere in particular.” He paused for a moment as his opponents took this information in before continuing in a care-free voice. “Don't worry though, Lady Cloud here is not a member of the hall of fame, she is however a master rank co-ordinator and I can personally vouch for the strength of her Pokemon. Now then, shall we?”

Ash showed no hesitation, determination blazing in his eyes as he started the battle, calling out commands to Wartortle. “Hyrdo Pump that Grimer!” The tortoise opened its mouth to emit a torrent of pressurized water which streaked through the air, covering the distance between the two Pokemon in a matter of seconds. Omalley didn't even need to tell Grimer what to do. The Pokemon simply reforming its liquid body to let the jet of water pass through it without injury. Wartortle watched, confused as Grimer simply flowed around each subsequent blast, splitting and reforming at a moments notice. Wartortle persisted, firing more and more jets in its attempt to try and hit the elusive Pokemon but Grimer slid forwards with surprising speed, within moments the turtle Pokemon was retreating as Grimer rained down blows with its elastic limbs, long tentacles and fists forming out of the liquid to whip towards the blue Pokemon, who could only back away as it defended desperately. Before either Ash or Wartortle could recover Omalley shouted the command "Minimize" to Grimer, prompting the liquid mass to split in two, each one moving to flank Wartortle. "Rapid spin!" called Ash, hoping to tear through the mass as it swarmed towards his Pokemon. The turtle withdrew into its shell, spinning its body as it did so and propelling itself towards one half of Grimer like a buzz-saw, the impact splitting Grimer into dozens of separate drops which splattered all over the grass around them. Sensing an opportunity Wartortle recovered itself, turning back towards the other half to repeat its attack, just in time to meet a wall of living liquid as it crashed down onto him, the separate globules coming together again to crush Wartortle under their impact. Omalley smirked confidently until Grimer erupted upwards, water fountaining upwards from the ground as Wartortle rode a waterfall attack, carrying the two Pokemon up high before the attack lost momentum and they began to tumble back to the ground. Grimer flailed helplessly, trying deperately to hold its form together as it tumbled downwards, Wartortle skilfully maintaining its balance as it descended. A few metres before they hit the ground Wartortle managed to spin, so it was directly overhead Grimer and expelled a great gout of water that smashed into Grimer, slamming the other Pokemon into the ground with even more force, a wet smack sounding across the clearing as it landed. Wartortle plummeted after it, landing gracefully on one knee, weathering the impact well. It rose again, turning to aid Crobat in its aerial duel but was suddenly yanked backwards as black tendrils reached out to entrap its ankles, pulling it off balance. Wartortle fell to the ground and could only look up as Grimer collected itself once more, rising up in a liquid tide to slam down onto the tortoise, rearing up once more and finally spitting a hunk of toxic acid that sprayed across Wartortle, burning its skin and causing it to hiss in pain as toxins seeped into its bloodstream through its skin. Seeing its pain Ash quickly brought out his pokeball, allowing Wartortle to disappear, dissolving in a stream of red light and leaving Grimer to slide back over to its master, moving noticeably slower than before.

Whilst this battle had been fought on the ground Crobat and Frosslass were locked in a deadly ballet in the air, each dancing around the other as they sought to land a telling blow. Frosslass was surrounded by a glittering cloud of ice crystals, the intense cold radiating from its body causing the moisture in the air around it to freeze in a white mist. The ghost glided elegantly around Crobat, sending blasts of freezing air and snow spiralling outwards with long sweeps of its slender arms. Each attack missed Crobat by inches, the bat using all four wings to twist itself through the air effortlessly, looping around Frosslass' attacks and swooping in close to snap at the ghost with its poisonous fangs. Crobat swept in close, gliding silently and pivoting on the spot, dipping its wings to come swooping down on top of Frosslass, its mouth open with fangs poised to bite into the delicate ghost. Its jaws snapped shut around the ghosts white sleeve, its fangs piercing the skin and pumping a wash of toxins into its body. Frosslass let out a shrill scream as the bat latched on, its four wings allowing it to maintain its position as Frosslass thrashed about. For a moment it looked as though Frosslass would go down as yet more poison flooded into its body but eventually it managed to come to its senses again. Battling through the pain it screamed again, this time the sound caused the air around the pair to crystallise instantly as the temperature plummeted below zero. Within seconds Crobat's wings were covered in sheets of glittering ice, the added weight too much for it to remain airborne. Gravity forced it to release its hold on Frosslass, sending it plummeting downwards into the ground, followed a seconds later by a hail of ice that slashed downwards onto its unprotected back. Frosslass floated for a moment, swaying gently back and forth before it too began to descend, the pain caused by its poisoning growing too much for it to bear. A crimson beam reached out and touched Frosslass, returning it to its Pokeball before it could hit the ground.

The battle paused for a moment as Ash and Brock also recalled their Pokemon, eyeing their opponents warily. For their part Cloud and Omalley simply stared coolly back at them, their faces showing only confidence as Cloud pulled out a new Pokeball, casually opening it and revealing her second Pokemon, a Grumpig. Misty stood with Cheryl and watched as Ash and Brock drew new pokeballs, releasing Donphan and Steelix to do battle, the pair of them bursting onto the field in flashes of bright light. The battle started up once more as Donphan curled himself into a ball, his sharp tusks and horns protruding from the armoured ball as he began to spin, rolling himself across the grass towards Grumping. Steelix reared up high and gave a roar that swept across the clearing before jamming the brutal spike of its tail down into the earth, a series of intense vibrations passing along its body and into the ground. Within seconds the field began to change, cracks and tears appearing in the once pristine grass as the ground shook, knocking the Grumpig and the humans off balance. However it was Grimer that found itself in the worst trouble, weakened after its fight with Wartortle it found it much harder to keep control of its shape and found itself running and pouring through the cracks. Swearing, Omalley was forced to recall his Pokemon before it disappeared completely. Donphan skilfully managed to maintain its balance throughout the quake, speeding towards Grumpig as it struggled to regain its footing on the uneven ground. Before it could completely recover Donphan had closed the gap and was about to smash into Grumpig with crushing force. At the last second the pearl on Grumpigs head flashed purple and shimmering shield of light snapped into existence between them, deflecting Donphan away, through the impact still rocked Grumpig back as Donphan span away. It also left the psychic Pokemon completely vulnerable as Steelix brought it's tail around, the sharpened steel spikes whistling through the air towards Grumpigs back. Noticing the danger Grumpigs pearl once again shone brightly, another barrier appearing. However the shield cracked with Steelix's first blow, the second one smashing it into pieces before carrying on and slamming Grumpig into the ground as Donphan wheeled around carving a furrow in the ground as it sped back towards its downed opponent.

By this time Hypno had appeared on the field for Omalley and he stepped forwards now, his pendant and eyes blazing with psychic fire as he planted his feet. He stretched his hands out in front of him, straight towards Donphan as the blue fire rippled over his hands, spectral flames bursting around the rolling Pokemon and scorching it badly, the pain causing it to lose its balance and crash to the ground in a heap, its grey skin blackened and burned from the attack. Bellowing it rose again as Steelix swept its tail around once more, the cruel iron barbs rebounding off psychic barriers in a deluge of blue and purple sparks with each blow. Slowly Hypno and Grumpig were forced together until they stood back to back, penned in by Donphan's rollout whilst Steelix battered at them with its mace like tail.

The two psychic types defended each other with perfect timing, shields of light and shimmering barriers of energy deflecting each attack as it came, each Pokemon defending the others blind spots as they reached out with their minds to try and find an opening they could exploit. Their eyes glowed with eldritch energy as they fought, the pearl and pendant causing the air around them to shimmer as if in a heatwave. All of a sudden Steelix changed its tactics, sweeping its tail around and then crashing down with its head, jaws open wide as it plummeted towards Hypno. Once again a barrier deflected the blow, causing Steelix to rebound and spin around to bring its tail to bear again, but this time Hypno sank to one knee, his eyes closed. Seeing this Donphan pivoted, spinning up again as it raced forwards to take advantage. Grumpig stepped in front of its partner, a purple barrier springing up between them as Donphan crashed into it with bone shattering force.

Misty instinctively tried to flinch at the impact, but found herself held immobile once again by Banette's strings, forced to watch as Donphan continued to spin, cutting through the shield like a buzzsaw. Grumpig managed to maintain it for a few seconds, the pearl on its head glowing fiercely before it finally shattered, Donphans momentum carrying it forwards and into the pig-like Pokemon. The next few seconds seemed to happen in slow motion as the barrier cracked and shattered into thousands of tiny shards that spun crazily in the air, tracing glowing lines like fireflies before they faded away to nothing. Donphan continued to rumble forwards, its weight breaking up the earth it rolled on as Grumpig stumbled backwards, trying to avoid the inevitable impact. Misty could see it would be too late and felt hope rising in her chest as Donphan slammed into Grumpig like a freight train. Hit this one attack, Ash and Brock might do it, they might win, she might be free! Just hit this one attack...

Except they never did.

Instead of knocking its opponents to the ground Donphan went sailing backwards, streamers of black energy trailing from its body as it crashed down again with a thud, taking Misty's hopes with it. Hypno was back on its feet again, moving like quicksilver as it closed on the injured Donphan, ice crsytals forming around its fist as it slammed it down onto the Pokemons side. The frost spread across Donphans hide, causing it to below in anguish, though even its thrashes seemed sluggish compared to the speed Hypno now moved at. Ash and Brock seemed to understand at the same time, but could only watch helplessly as Steelix tried to bring its tail to bear on its foe, its body moving in slow motion as Hypno raised its spinning pendant again, streams of black energy lashing out at the steel behemoth, scorching its armoured body. Steelix bellowed and began to fall slowly, toppling backwards until it crashed into the ground with enough force to unbalance everyone, a huge indent left in the shattered earth as it was recalled back into its pokeball.

The light in Hypno's eyes faded and he fell to his knees alongside the panting Grumpig, the pair drained by their psychic exertions. Ash recalled Donphan as well, tucking the pokeball back into his jacket as he stared hard at Omalley. “That was trick room wasn’t it?” he asked, his voice cold as he watched Omalley and Cloud recall their own Pokemon, the two exhausted psychic types disappearing in flashes of crimson light before being sucked back into their balls. “That's right” Omalley replied, a slight smirk on his face as he studied Ash. The trainer's eyes were determined, his gaze locked straight onto Omalley's own. “Did you notice when we set it up?” he asked, a smile playing across his face as Ash said nothing, his silence proof that he was clueless. “Hypno's a rather good actor don't you think? When Steelix tried to crunch him, and he fell to the floor. It might have looked like an opening to you but in reality it was exactly what we wanted. While you focussed on getting past Grumpig, Hypno had all the time he needed to form the trick room, bending the dimensions around himself so that he moves faster, whilst his opponents are slowed. It must have looked like slow-motion right? Well that was the Hypno slowing time around your Pokemon.”

Ash remained silent for a second, thinking. “But even though you knocked us out, you recalled both of your Pokemon, that must mean their pretty worn out too.” Omalley's smile faded at this as he replied. “I don't needlessly push my Pokemon, but yes, they both need a rest, so it seems like we're even once again. With that in mind, I have a proposition.” Ash and Brock eyed him cautiously at this, before Brock answered. “Lets hear it then.”

“Rather than forcing our Pokemon to keep on fighting like this, how about you and Cloud back out, and me and Ash settle this with just one Pokemon.” Before Brock could respond Ash had cut across him, shouting “Fine! One Pokemon or six Pokemon, ill do whatever it takes to get Misty back!” For her part Cloud simply stepped back and walked towards Misty and Cheryl, remarking as she passed Omalley, “I wondered how long before you got impatient and wanted to crush him yourself, I thought you brits were good at waiting.” He gave no comment as she moved to stand alongside the others, leaning in to whisper in Misty's ear as Cheryl fussed over her. “Your hero is in trouble now, Omalley never really liked double battles, this will be much more his style.” She then gave the redhead a playful kiss on the cheek and handed Cheryl her Pokeball's, the green haired girl packing them into a pouch and pulling out a fresh green dress for her to wear, with a matching one for Misty.

Misty's mind was racing as her body was manipulated into pulling the soft garment on, the cloth rubbing against her still sensitive skin. Cloud's words swirled in her head, Omalley was in the hall of fame, something Ash had never achieved, he had easily kept up with Ash in a double battle, and that wasn't even his style? However if it was one on one there was no question that Ash would use Pikachu, his most powerful Pokemon and the one with which he has the greatest bond, but then wouldn't Omalley have planned for that? The thoughts went on and on, doubts and hopes conflicting with each other as she watched Brock and Ash say a few words before Brock stepped back, his eyes now on Misty. Her thoughts were interrupted as Ash and Omalley started to talk again, their voices carrying over to her easily on the faint breeze.

"So Ash, as its one on one, why don't we just use the first Pokemon we received?" Omalley called, running his fingers over the curve of a pokeball as he waited for Ash to select his own Pokemon. "Fine with me" replied Ash, a faint smile forming as he beckoned Pikachu forwards and onto the blackened grass. "There's no way he can beat Pikachu, just no way." Misty thought as the yellow mouse ran forwards, sparks playing across its body as it moved. “That famous Pikachu then..." Asked Omalley as he watched the electric Pokemon, "You've no idea how many trainers I've met who seem to think Pikachu is the epitome of strength thanks to your league performances. However they do tend to find that reality is not quite so kind...” With that he produced a pokeball from his jacket, the capsule splitting open in a burst of light to reveal the grass Pokemon Tangrowth, its vines snapping at the air as it materialised. The two teams paused for a second, watching their counterparts and silently trying to gauge each other. The others watched on, Brock standing back as Cloud stood alongside the now clothed Cheryl and Misty, each keeping their own counsel as the moment stretched out before them.

Eventually the tension became too great, Ash's face twisting in a confident grin again as he pointed straight at Tangrowth and called out "Thunderbolt!", electricity arcing across Pikachu's fur as its cheeks flashed red. A split second later the clearing was lit up as a blinding bolt of lightning seared itself into everyone's vision, the impact causing Tangrowth to stumble backwards, a group of its vines scorched black by the intense discharge of energy. In retaliation its arms whipped out, unravelling to form a writing mass of vines, each one moving independently as they slashed downwards at the small yellow mouse. Pikachu was able to dodge the first blow, darting to one side as the mass split the earth where he had stood scant moments before as he managed to jump upwards as Tangrowth swept its arms sideways, trying to ensnare Pikachu whilst it was off balance. As he rose up Pikachu curled his body into a ball, focusing power once again and discharging in straight down in another thunderbolt which threw the vines apart. Ash took a moment to smirk at Omalley, expecting to see worry or fear on his opponents face. Instead Omalley stood impassively, a faint smile flickering across his face as he watched Pikachu begin to fall back down to earth.

The smoking and blackened vines Pikachu had blown apart with his last attack all rose together, snaking up towards the falling mouse and crashing together, battering the Pokemon's body. They wrapped themselves around its small yellow form, immobilising it and raising it up high again before slamming it into the ground, more vines lashing out to cut and punch at the trapped mouse. Pikachu was letting off frantic bursts of electricity, bolts arcing out at random to strike anything nearby, causing everyone to step back as a particularly wild bolt caused a clump of grass near Omalley to explode is a shower of earth. Ash shouted encouragement at Pikachu as electricity arced along the long vines, Tangrowth enduring it silently as he smashed Pikachu into the ground yet again, crushing the mouse's body as he did so. "Tangrowth!" called Omalley, watching as Pikachu loosed another jolt of electricity into the mass of vines which made up Tangrowth's body. "Giga Drain!" The moment Tangrowth heard his masters command he immediately shifted his tactics, yet more vines reached out to ensnare Pikachu, each one glowing a faint green colour as they wrapped around the mouses body. Every one that made contact instantly flashed a bright green, the electrical power that was arcing out from Pikachu being drawn into these new vines and coursing along them. Rather than hurting Tangrowth this seemed to do the opposite, his blackened and severed vines began to regrow, fresh green cells spreading along their lengths, however it was the glowing vines showed the most change, tiny leaves and buds sprouting all over them as Pikachu's struggles grew weaker.

Ash watched helplessly as Pikachu had his electrical power drained away to restore Tangrowth, he knew that they had been too careless with the amount of power he had been using, by now his Pokemon would be running fairly low, ruling out the majority of their electric attacks, except for those requiring a small charge. "Pikachu! Thunder wave!" he called, watching as the electricity once again crackled into life around his Pokemon, this time racing along Tangrowth's vines before they could be absorbed, causing the Pokemon to stiffen as its muscles locked up in response. Pikachu struggled free of its entanglement, biting and clawing at any rogue tendrils which reached out to try and ensnare him again. He scrambled back towards Ash, panting heavily as Tangrowth struggled to reassert control over its unresponsive muscles, its movements now slow and jerky. "Pikachu, Charge!" called Ash, silently praying that Tangrowth would remain paralysed long enough for his plan to work. Pikachu spread its legs, its tail standing bolt upright as electricity began to once again build up inside its body, its cheeks flashing red as sparks played across its yellow fur. Omalley and Tangrowth could only watch as Pikachu built up to full power, the air around it crackling with power as wisps of black cloud began to gather overhead, rapidly building up into a swirling mass. Drops of rain began to fall from the cloud, slowly at first, but plummeting faster and faster as the electricity in Pikachu's body affected the air around him. The rain swept across the field, now slashing down like daggers and soaking everyone involved in seconds. The hard ground swiftly turned to mud, water pooling in the craters and running through the cracked earth formed from their battle.

After a few seconds the storm had reached its pinnacle, sheets of rain sweeping across the clearing. In the centre of it all Pikachu glowed brightly, clearly visible thanks to the light that was emitting from his body, lightning crackled all around him and spreading across puddles in dazzling displays of light. Ash could barely be seen through it all, but Omalley could still see the triumphant grin on Ash's face as he shouted one word above the noise of the rain. “Thunder”.

Instantly a flash of light lanced straight downwards onto Tangrowth, slamming into the earth with explosive force. It was followed a second later by a peal of thunder that rolled across the battlefield like a gods cry, the ground itself shaking from its force. Slowly the rain started to fade, the cloud dispersing after the massive release of energy Pikachu had unleashed. As it faded Misty was able to see Ash and Pikachu standing at their end of the field, whilst Tangrowth was slumped at his own end, his vines blackened and scorched from the attack. “Volt Tackle!” Called Ash, prompting Pikachu to break into a run, sparks flashing from its fur as it build up a static charge, wrapping itself in a web of electricity.

Misty and the other onlookers gasped as Pikachu reached top speed, travelling like a bullet straight for the heart of tangled vines. She felt her heart rising again as Omalley called for Tangrowth to use Ingrain, a dozen or so vines plunging into the ground and sucking up nutrients, repairing the damage to some of its vines, but she could tell it wouldn't be enough, this attack would knock Tangrowth out and now that it was rooted to the spot he had no chance to dodge. Finally, she would be free, she could escape all of this. She watched happily as Pikachu streaked closer to its weak opponent, its muscles tensing as he prepared to spring.

Her happiness faded away instantly as Omalley opened his mouth to speak.

"Stun Spore!"

Instantly the bulbs which had grown along some of Tangrowth's vines split open to release a thick cloud of golden dust which hit Pikachu just before he was able to spring up into the air. The toxins flooded his system instantaneously, causing his muscles to seize up and bringing the mouse crashing down into to dirt a metre in front of Tangrowth, the electricity he had built up flaring out in a dazzling corona of energy as he lost control. Tangrowth used the extra time to finally regain control of his muscles, taking a few steps back to clear some space between them and performing his master's next order almost before it had been uttered.

“Now Powerwhip”

Tangrowth raised its arms over its heads, the vines weaving together into one huge mass and slammed it down onto Pikachu, crushing the mouse into the damp earth before sweeping it up into the air and back towards Ash.

"Razor Leaf!"

Now the leaves which had spread over Tangrowth's body split away from their stems as if plucked by invisible hands and hovered above Tangrowth like a cloud of hornets. As one they streaked towards the prone form of Pikachu as he lay on the ground, trying in vain to regain control of his muscles as the spores ran rampant through his system. Each blade whistled through the air like a knife, slicing through soft fur and creating shallow, stinging wounds as Pikachu lay immobile and helpless. Tangrowth and Omalley stood silently in the aftermath, as Pikachu lay still, its chest rising and falling, but knocked unconscious by Tangrowth's counter-attack.

Silence stretched out across the field, Misty watching incredulously as Ash took a slow step forwards and scooped the unconscious mouse up in his arms, his eyes hidden by the brim of his hat. Omalley recalled Tangrowth silently as well, tucking the ball back into his jacket without a word as he waited for Ash to say something, savouring his victory over the man he hated for so many years. “We aren't leaving her.” Ash said suddenly, his voice flat and hollow. “I don't care what promise I made. There is no way I'm leaving my friend here with you, she's a person, not a plaything and she would never have chosen this herself.”

Omalley smiled at this, his eyes sparkling as he listened to Ash's words. “Ah now Ash, Brock, I thought you two were men of your word! Ah but I see you care too much about your friends, well I had fun, tell you what, ask her who she wants to go with. If she chooses you, I'll let you take her, no questions asked.” Ash and Brock stared at him as he said this, scarcely daring to believe that he might just let her go. Together they walked up to Misty, with Omalley and Cloud watching on and Ash asked her, “Misty, you know we cant just leave you, we have to take you away from his guy, there's no way he should be allowed to run loose like this, but first we have to get you safe, so come with us.”

Misty could only watch helplessly as she felt her own lips moving and heard her own voice replying to them. “No” The pair stood stunned at this, disbelief plain on their face. “Misty did you say...” began Brock, but Misty could only listen as Banette controlled her, forcing her to continue. “I said no, I don' want to go back with you, I want to stay here with Omalley, my master and owner.” She smiled seductively at them as she said this before continuing. “Why would I want to go back to my old life, with people like you, when my master has shown me pleasures I had never dreamed of, my body has never felt this good during all my travels with you, yet in a few short days he has given me so much more than either of you ever could.” With that she felt Banette tugging at her, forcing her to turn away from the stunned boys and stride up to Omalley, turning to stand at his side and face her former companions. She felt a pang of shame as she realised that some of what she had just said was true, but banished the thought instantly. With her rescuers this close she was in no mood to harbour any kinds of feelings for this man.

She watched in despair as the look on Ash's face changed from bemusement to anger and he opened his mouth to yell at Omalley. “You freak! What the hell have you done to her! I know she would never say that, Misty is our friend, there is absolutely no way she would turn her back on us, not ever!” Omalley simply stood silently at this outburst, a smug grin plastered across his face as he listened to Ash's tirade. He was about to turn away when Ash suddenly shouted again. "We'll go to the police! The rangers! They'll stop sick people like you, besides Misty's a former gym leader, she can just disappear! You'll be found and locked up like you deserve!" As he ranted Cloud stepped in front of him and gave him a withering stare, "You don't know when to shut up do you?" She enquired with a shake of her head. "I am very well connected, I can promise you that the police and the rangers will pose no threat to my friend or his slave. As for her disappearing entirely, you think their going to live their life in this forest? No no, when she is trained well enough they can live a life just like any other, I'm a noble, yet I have at least a dozen slaves on call at any time and nobody is any the wiser. However, I think you could still prove annoying at least... Banette?"

The puppet Pokemon drifted eerily out of Misty's shadow, rising up over her head like a true puppet master, its strings still attached to her and holding her in place. Before Ash could react it had raised its hands and cast thin strings of psychic power between them, locking him in place. Brock had just enough time to shout a useless warning to Ash before he befell a similar fate and the pair stood motionless as Omalley and Cloud each produced a pokeball, releasing them in twin bursts of light to reveal the battered forms of Grumpig and Hypno. "I'm sorry, it's only a small job, then you can rest." The Pokemon nodded silently, turning its gaze to Ash. "We need you two to play with their minds a little. Make them forget the last three days or so, just before we took Misty. Then we can dump them both in the forest at their camp-site. Unless you would rather keep them Cloud?" The beautiful mistress snorted in response, replying "These two? No, no he's far too common, though perhaps Cheryl could use a few playthings... Leave him with me, I'll take them back for you and make sure they doesn't trouble you again." Cheryl's smile brightened at the prospect of the fun she might have with them as Hypno and Grumpig set to work on the pair, the pearl and pendant glowing together once again.

The smile fell from Omalley's face as he turned towards Misty, looking her in the eye and reaching up to stroke her cheek gently, with what might have been a look of regret in his eyes. “Misty, I'm sorry I had to do it this way, but I couldn't let them take you from me. I knew you would want to escape again, so I had to have you bound like this... I apologise. But now, those two wont trouble us any more. Its just you and me.” Misty felt her hopes plummet even further as she realised that he was entirely correct. Her best chance of escape had come and gone.

She was his now.
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