Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Below The Surface ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
Beneath the Surface

by arcadejunkie

Disclaimer: No. I am not Satoshi Tajiri. I did not create pokemon. Repeat. I did not create pokemon. If you want
to sue me for writing a fanfic, your entitled to the fifteen cents I have in my piggy bank.

Author's note: ::Looks at angry readers with pitchforks:: Um....I'm sorry about leaving a cliffhanger and taking so
long to write the next part....um..don't kill me, please? I have a good excuse. I...uh...had three English papers and
Exams? ::Readers growl and chase after arcadejunkie:: I knew it wasn't going to work...

Part 6

Miss. Freeman's POV

"Satoshi!" I called, rubbing some dirt from my face.

Nothing.

I sighed in annoyance. I had come down for nothing.

"Satoshi! Where are you?!" I called louder.

Still nothing.

I was about to leave, when I bumped into something soft with my foot. I looked down and gasped when
I saw Ash, laying on the ground, unconscious and covered with blood.

I started to cry softly, as I tried to calm myself. I had to keep a clear head if I was going to help Ash in any way.

The world seemed to spin around as I reached towards Satoshi's wrist to feel for his pulse. My hands shook as
I pressed down softly on his wrist. Silently, I prayed for a heartbeat.

"Please...Please..." I whispered softly over and over, searching for the right vein. Tears rolled silently down my
cheeks, but I was too busy to wipe them away.

I sighed in relief when I felt a soft and steady vibration on his wrist.

"C'mon, Ash...please wake up..." I whispered softly. He was so still.

I started searching for the wound that was the source of blood, when I saw something small, yellow and furry
near Ash's arms.

At first, I wanted to ignore it, but I had a feeling that it was an important thing to investigate. I hesitantly moved
closer, before I could identify it.

It was a pokemon....a pikachu.

I shuddered when I saw the blood on the Pikachu's fur. I hesitantly reached for the pokemon, my hands
shaking as I turned it over.

I could see a bullet between its ears.

I bit back a startled cry, as I quickly turned to Ash. The blood wasn't his.

For a moment, I debated whether or not I should bring out the Pikachu. I quickly decided against it, as I pulled
Ash out from under the portable.

Whitney let out a cry of horror when she saw Ash.

"Is he-?" she started, looking horrified.

"He's breathing." I answered, trying to sound calm. "I think he fainted..."

Whitney grew pale. "But all the blood-" she started.

"It's not his."

I could hear Giovanni grunting softly. I looked at him from the corner of my eye so he wouldn't notice.

Giovanni's arms were crossed in front of his chest as he looked at Ash with only slight interest. He looked
towards me, but I quickly focused on Ash.

"Whitney, call the ambulance!" I commanded.

Whitney was about to go, when Giovanni stepped in front of her. "I'll go." he stated calmly, running to the
nearest phone.

Whitney turned towards me, but I quickly looked away. "How do you know that the blood isn't his?" she
whispered. There was some suspicion in her voice.

"There was a dead Pikachu laying next to him. It looked like it had been shot." I whispered back, turning
towards Whitney. The suspicion faded from her eyes.

"Diane, there's something about Giovanni that really unnerves me..."

All the logic that I had been clinging onto was useless. "I...I know..." I whispered.

Whitney looked sadly at me. "I'll be here to help, you know."

I nodded, looking down at Ash, who groaned softly. "Hey, he's waking up." I said quietly, with relief.

Ash slowly opened his eyes, which looked dull and unfocused.

"Where's Pikachu?" he whispered, with frantic eyes.

I bit my lip nervously. Whitney looked pained.

"Where's Pikachu?!" he cried out louder, trying to sit up. Tears rolled down his cheeks, as he tried to move
under the portable again.

I pulled Ash back, but he continued to struggle. "Let me go!" he screamed, sobbing.

"What is going on?!" Giovanni yelled from behind us. Ash stopped his struggling, before turning to face
Giovanni. His face grew paler and paler.

"Get in the car! Now!"

Ash scooted away, shuddering.

Giovanni growled and scooped Ash from the ground roughly.

Whitney stood up angrily. "Leave him alone! We know what's going on! Right, Diane?"

I bit my lip, and hesitated. Ash looked at me with pleading eyes.

I turned away and nodded weakly.

"He's *my* son and I can take him home if I please!" Giovanni huffed, walking to his car. He threw Ash in
roughly, and walked towards the driver's side.

"No!" I cried out in horror, running towards Giovanni. "You can't do this!"

Whitney grabbed hold of my arm to pull me back. I tried to struggle out of her grip, but I was too angry to focus
on breaking her hold.

Giovanni smirked and climbed into his car, before driving away.

When Giovanni's car disappeared from view, my anger faded as I sunk to my knees, crying.

"Stay here. I'll call the police." Whitney told me gently, before running towards the phone.

When she was gone, I sighed and stood up. My legs felt weak, but I ran to my car, and climbed in. I couldn't
rest knowing that Ash was with an angry Giovanni alone. I wasn't going to let him be hurt again because of me.

I was going to stop this *now.*

END OF PART 6

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I'm so sorry I killed Pikachu ::sobs:: I don't hate Pikachu, really!

Yes, I know that I am pure evil. First, for waiting months to write a new part, and second for making the part I
eventually write short. However, I have already started on part seven, and I hope to upload it sooner than I
uploaded the recent chapters. The next part is already looking better than this one.
Without exams or papers or other horrible things getting in the way, writing this fic will be much easier.

Please review! ;)

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