Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Brock's Love: Maiden of the Dastardly Dr. Rage ❯ Eight: the whole story ( Chapter 9 )

Hello again. YamiNeko here with Chapter, um, eight I think. I get confuzzled a lot. Where are my reviews, people?! Come on, my story can't be that bad, can it? Or maybe there just aren't a lot of Pokefic fans out there, besides the large AAMR lovers. But I will not be discouraged! This is going to be a great fiction, darn it! And no one can stop me!! AHAHAAHAA!! And I put in a song by Kelly Clarkston, with all the Idol madness that's been going on. I'm so happy Ruben won!! But I don't know a song by him. So Kelly gets it! Her lyrics are in ~marks~.

IMPORTANT NOTE: The end of this chapter is a LEMON!! Beware, those of you who are so immature that you can't even read a silly little story without freaking out, it may not be for you. However, DON'T skip this chapter. It is very important to the story. I'll tell you what: I'll put the citrus under a row of stars so you can skip it if you want. See how gracious I am? =^n__n^= I would still skim through it though, because there's a confession in there, someplace. . .

DISCLAIMER: Pokemon= not mine. "Miss Independent"= Kelly Clarkston= also not mine.

CLAIMER: Liz= MINE! =^o___-^=

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Persian ran down the stairs to see the other Pokemon. Each one tried to puff out their chests bigger than the others. Surprising how much of an ego boost could come from a little necktie.

Brock watched as Liz stood on the bottom step. Ash and Misty were saying, uh, something, but he couldn't seem to focus. Something about dance, food, going. . . before walking away. Whatever. Liz looked so beautiful. Brock extended his hand.

"You look stunning tonight, Liz. . . Uh, I mean, not like you don't look beautiful other nights or, uh, days, heh heh! You clean up nice." Brock was beginning to feel Butterfree fluttering in his stomach. But Liz reached out and took hold of his hand.

"Thank you, Brock," she giggled, "You clean up nice, too!" Liz gave his hand a squeeze.

How did she always know how to break up an awkward moment without making him feel foolish? She would laugh, and he would feel like the luckiest man on the earth. He didn't have to pretend to be suave or debonair; Brock just had to be Brock.

Brock looked over to a mirror on the wall. "Liz, come here, I want to show you something."

Liz walked with him to what looked to her like a mirror. "Show me what Brock? My reflection?"

"Heh, no, not exactly, Liz. Close your eyes." Brock chuckled. She looked, puzzled, but closed her eyes. Brock reached into his jacket and pulled out the necklace. Standing behind her, he placed it around her neck and secured the clasp. "I got this, f-for you."

Liz opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. She was wearing the most beautiful piece of jewelry she had ever seen! It sparkled around her neck against her brown skin. "Oh, Brock, it's gorgeous!"

Brock placed his arms about her waist and, still looking in the mirror, whispered, "Yes, you are." He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "Would the lady care to dance?"

Liz turned and smiled her most dazzling smile in silent agreement. As they finally took the floor, Brock noticed Misty was wearing her necklace too. The announcer on stage announced a singer to the microphone. "And now, all the way from America, please welcome the first `American Idol', Ms. Kelly Clarkston!"

As she began to sing, Liz listened intently to the words as she rocked to the beat.

~Miss Independent, Miss self-sufficient,

Miss Keep Your Distance.

Miss Unafraid, Miss Out of My Way,

Miss Never Let a Man Interfere, no!

Miss On her own, Miss Almost grown,

Miss Never Let a Man Help Her off Her Throne!

By keeping her heart protected, she'd never ever feel rejected,

Little Miss Independent, said, oooh, She fell in love.~

~What is this feeling taking over?

Thinking the world could open her door?

Surprise! It's time!

To feel, what's real!

What happened to Miss Independent?

No longer needs to be defensive?

Good-bye, old you,

When love, is true.~

Liz danced a little closer to Brock. They connected gazes as Brock smiled.

~Miss Guided Heart, Miss Play It Smart,

Miss If You Wanna Use That Line, You'd Better Not Start! Nooo!

She miscalculated, she didn't want to end up jaded,

And this Miss decided not to miss out on true love, so

By changing her misconception, she went in a new direction,

She felt inside she felt a connection,

She fell in love! ~

~What is this feeling taking over?

Thinking the world could open her door?

Surprise! It's time!

To feel, what's real!

What happened to Miss Independent?

No longer needs to be defensive?

Good-bye, old you,

When love, is true.~

~When Miss Independent walked away,

No time for love that came her way.

She looked in the mirror and thought today. . .

"What happened to Miss No Longer Afraid?"

It took time for love to finally see,

How beautiful love could truly be.

No more of "What? Can this be me?"

Now I can finally see!~

~What is this feeling taking over?

Thinking the world could open her door?

Surprise! It's time!

To feel, what's real!

What happened to Miss Independent?

No longer needs to be defensive?

Good-bye, old you,

When love, is true.~

The crowd clapped and cheered. Liz, however, was dead quiet. Those words struck a cord in her mind. Was it time to say goodbye to her old life and hello to true love? She looked into Brocks eyes. (Eye slits, whatever!) "Liz? Liz? Earth to Liz, anyone there?" Brock waved his hand in front of Liz's face.

"Oh, um, hi Brock!"

"It's time to eat. Come on, Misty's saving us a seat!"

"O-Okay, let's go." Liz was actually quite hungry. ~*~

Dinner was served to each table, as Lily, Daisy, and Violet chattered on about all the cute guys at the party and how tacky some of the guests looked. Misty eyed them, each one giggling and pointing. How embarrassing. They left to check on the entertainment. At least she was having a good time. She struck up a charming conversation with Liz about water type Pokemon. They excused themselves to go to the ladies' room.

Brock and Ash were having a more in-depth conversation, however.

"So I see you gave Liz her necklace. Did you tell her you loved her yet?" Ash teased.

"Lay off, Ash. I'll bet you haven't told Misty how you feel either."

"Um, so?" Ash stuck out his tongue juvenilely.

"Heh, well you can't hassle me." Pikachu nodded in agreement. "Pika-chu!"

"Hey, Pikachu, you're supposed to be on my side! Sheesh." Ash took a gulp of soda. ~*~

The gang danced a little while longer before the party began to die down. Liz and Brock walked out into a courtyard. They could see the night sky and feel the cool air, much better than the sweatbox they had just walked out of. Liz held onto Brock's arm tightly as she walked alongside him. She could barely stand the silence.

"Brock, why did you bring me out here?"

"I. . . I wanted to talk to you," Brock stopped walking and turned to face her. This was going to be a little harder than he thought.

"Talk to me about what?"

"About," Brock looked straight into her eyes. "About staying with me."

"Oh, Brock, we've been through this," Liz said seriously. "I just can't!"

"Why, Liz? Why can't you stay?" Brock asked. He cupped Liz's hands in his own. "I don't want you to leave me! Ever since that night we fell from that bridge, I've been falling in love with you. What is it that makes you want to leave me so badly? I know you care for me. Why not stay?"

Liz's eyes began to water. She looked down at their hands, then back up to Brock. "I can't stay! Brock, I want to, but I can't! I can't bring you or the others into this!" Liz was becoming hysterical. She began to cry. "If I stay here, he'll find me! He'll try to hurt you! I won't let him hurt you! Any of you! I can't stay!" Tears were pouring from her face as she began to shake.

"Who, Liz? Who's going to find you?" Brock tightened his grip to try and soothe her trembling hands. "Tell me! Please let me help!"

There was a long pause. Liz had to tell him; it was eating her alive that she was hiding this secret.

~*~ Liz's story ~*~

Since Dr. Eugene Rage's wife had died, he was becoming more and more illogical. He had seen many doctors and psychiatrists, but there was still such anger inside of him. He managed to hide it well, but when Liz began to mature, he found himself looking at her menacingly. She looked just like his lost Onalene: the same purple, haunting eyes, the same shape, even the same laughter. He would NOT lose her to anyone. He found himself utterly obsessed with her. He would steal into her room many nights and dominate her, raping the young girl and hitting her. He wanted to recreate the love he had for Onalene with this girl. But she often tried to run away, which blinded him with anger. He implanted a small microchip in her side to keep track of her. Rage would often use the locating device as punishment. It held a small dose of muscle relaxant with a two-pronged syringe that would inject the fluid into her. He would stab her in the side and let the relaxant take effect to prevent her from fighting back while he had his way with her to break that fighting spirit.

Ever since the day his wife was taken from him in that dreadful car accident, Rage had plunged himself into his work. He was often violent, scaring away all of his assistants but one. Dr. Yuri Sanura stayed with him. She wanted to help, especially now that she suspected he might be hurting Liz. Liz had always maintained the grounds and helped Rage with his equations. She could manipulate numbers extremely quickly in her head or on paper. Rage used her sharp mind to finish his latest potion: an injection that would increase a pokemon's powers. Unfortunately, there was a severe downside. The Pokemon who didn't take to the potion either went mad or died. And there was only about a ten percent success rate, with those succeeding going through various mutations. There were only four Pokemon in his possession who had passed: Arcanine, Wooper, and Pidgeotto. He would present his findings to the illustrious Team Rocket, for his constant experimentation was costing him more than he could afford. He often would buy or steal Pokemon and use them until they died, which they usually did. The others who went mad would be gassed and dumped. But now, with a higher success rate, he would sell his potion for millions!

"Liz!! Are you done typing up that formula yet?" Rage was very impatient with the young girl.

"A-almost sir."

"Well, HURRY UP!!" Liz jumped at the scream, although she was used to hearing it. Rage often yelled at her, if he wasn't raping her. She just wanted to get away. Dr. Sanura had agreed to help her escape tonight. She had to work quickly before Rage would catch on. Her body wouldn't take much more torture or lack of nourishment. She had become very weak and slow, a shadow of her former self. Her only friends were Dr. Sanura and a young Persian she had found when one of the dying Pokemon gave birth. She hid its egg and cared for it. He often helped her when she was especially weak to the point she would collapse. Persian would support her or steal some bread for her to eat. To him, this human was like a mother.

Dr. Sanura hid a backpack full of food and items in Liz's room for her escape. She even got Liz a decent set of clothes. Her normal smock would not do. But before Liz went to escape, she had to get that potion formula. Rage would kill all the Pokemon in the world! She crept into the lab and opened the file. It was there, all ready to be sent to the highest bidder. Liz saved the formula to disk, closed it in a plastic bag, and put it into a secure disk holder and snapped it shut. She then went about deleting all of the files so he wouldn't make another potion. Before leaving the lab, she saw the pokeballs where Rage kept his three surviving Pokemon. She remembered how they suffered through Rage's experiment. She couldn't leave them there! Liz grabbed them and whispered: "It's okay, you won't suffer anymore." She hightailed it to her room.

Once she was dressed, she looked out the window. Dr. Sanura and Persian were waiting for her. She would climb down the gutter and make her escape. But all of a sudden, her side began to ache. She could hear a loud beeping in her head. "Oh, no, he's coming!" She ran to the window and fought with the lock. As soon as she flung it open, she felt large hands close over her mouth and pull her back. It was Rage. "So you want to leave, do you? Fine! I've had it with your disobedience. You can spend this last night in the gas chamber!"

Liz tried to fight, to scream, but she was still too weak from not eating. She struggled helplessly as Rage dragged her into a gas chamber. He threw her against the wall, knocking her out, and shut the door. Before she completely lost consciousness, Liz could hear the hiss of the gas being pumped in. "So this. . . Is how I'm going to die."

Dr. Sanura had seen Rage grab her. She ran back into the building and watched as Liz was dragged into a gas chamber and left to die. As soon as Rage was gone, she undid the lock on the door and covered her face. The gas had stopped, but would soon start up again. Liz only had one chance: the air vent used to siphon out the gas when it was done. She opened the vent and told Persian to drag her in and to the left so they wouldn't be gassed. Persian did, as Liz began to come to.

The rain poured from the sky. She could hear it, but why did it sound so far away? Her eyes opened, and she could see Dr. Sanura closing the vent grate as she was dragged further into the vent. Dr. Sanura crawled away, trying to escape the choking fumes now surrounding her. Liz watched as Rage came in, wearing some sort of breathing mask. He looked around, searching for something, but ignored Dr. Sanura, who was clinging to his leg. Now was her chance! She had to get out!

The vent was dark. She crawled as fast as Persian could lead her. The rain sounded so close; freedom was so close. She reached the vent that leaded to the outside, but she couldn't budge it. `No!! I have to get out!' The vent was bolted shut. "Percy, use fury swipes! We have to escape before Rage finds us," Liz begged.

Moments later, she was on Arcanine, making her escape into the wet, black night.

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Brock stood there, dumbfounded. Liz had confessed to him this sad chapter of her life, and she was now silent. There were no words for how sorry he felt.

"When you found me that night," Liz whispered, "I ran across the bridge and made it break. I was trying to put more distance between Rage and I."

"Liz, I. . . I had no idea. . ." Brock stammered. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't apologize to me," Liz snapped. "It's not your fault. It's my fault. I have the disk."

"You still have it?"

"Yes. If I change some of the equations, the formula would make a potion that would heal a Pokemon faster. It could help all Pokemon." Liz closed her eyes. "I should have never brought you into this." Silent tears fell from her eyes again. "It's all my fault."

"No, Liz, please," Brock whispered. He pulled her close into a hug and talked into her ear. "It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself for Rage's cruelty."

"But, if it weren't for me," Liz sobbed, "Dr. Sanura would still be alive! If I hadn't let Rage bully me, he would have NEVER made this formula! If I had only tried harder to fight him back. . . I would never have gotten anyone involved. I shouldn't have escaped that chamber! I shouldn't have run for two years! I shouldn't have fallen in love! It's all my fault!!" Liz yelled into Brock's shoulder. She shoved him away. "I can't stay! I don't deserve to be happy as long as Rage is still out there, hurting people because of me!" Liz turned and ran as fast as she could.

"No Liz! Wait!" Brock yelled after her. He watched as she disappeared into the party crowd. He ran after her. But it was harder trying to get through the crowd. He couldn't see her anywhere! `Please, don't let her leave!' he thought as he looked around. He spied the elevator closing, headed for the fourth floor. "Liz!" Brock pushed past some drunken guests to the elevator. He pushed the button, like, fifty times. It took forever, but it came back down, empty. He jumped in and smashed the button for the fourth floor.~*~

Brock ran down the hall from the elevator. He was outside of his and Liz's room, and he could hear crying inside. He opened the door to see Liz, kneeling on the floor and sobbing into her mattress.

"Liz," Brock whispered.

"Please, just leave me alone," Liz said into the mattress.

"No, I won't. I won't leave you here alone," Brock said.

Liz turned around to face him. "Brock, I have to leave. I don't belong here."

"Why not?" Brock asked loudly. "You deserve to be happy. Aren't you happy here?"

"Brock, I am happier than I have ever been in my life," Liz said with a steel cold glare. "That's why I have to leave. I can't let Rage come here and-"

"Liz!!" Brock interrupted, "You don't have to leave. I'll protect you, I swear!"

Liz stood up. "No. I have to leave. You'll all be safer if I just go." She tried to rush past him, but he backed into the door, closing it. He caught her in his arms. She struggled, trying not to cry. "Please! Just let me leave!!"

"Fine! I'll let you leave if that's what you want," Brock said angrily, releasing his hold on her. "Tell me you don't love me and I'll stand aside."

Liz stood there staring. "I have to leave!"

Brock stretched out his arms. "You have my heart, Liz! I can't let you go unless you can tell me you don't care!"

"Brock, just let me go!"

"Tell me to my face that I don't mean anything to you!"

"Brock, please!!"

"TELL ME!!"

Brock stared into her eyes, waiting. "Tell me you don't love me."

Liz began to shake. Her head was telling her to leave, to run away. But she could not ignore the truth her heart was telling her. She fell silent.

"Then stay." Brock lowered his arms.

"But, I, I-"

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"Stay." Brock wrapped his arms around Liz. "Please." He wiped the tears from her face. Liz looked up at him. He wanted her to stay. She wanted to stay. "Please," he whispered again as he lowered his head. He kissed her on the lips as he hugged her tighter. `Stay,' she thought as she reached up and put her arms around his neck. Brock smoothed his tongue across her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She parted her lips and he delved into her mouth, remembering the familiar taste. He remembered the feeling, the wanting, from before, when he wanted to take her. It was back. He reached up behind her and located the zipper of her dress. He pulled down, inserting a hand inside and slowly moving down as he unzipped her dress. She allowed him, wanting this herself. She removed his jacket and undid his tie, as their kisses grew more passionate, hungrier. Liz quickly unbuttoned his shirt, running her fingers against his chest. It sent a chill down his spine, causing him to gasp slightly. He gave a small tug on the dress, and it fell to the floor in a whisper. His shirt had been fully removed, as he felt Liz's bare breasts against him. He reached down and unbuttoned his pants. He placed a hand on her back and lowered her to the bed. His pants were left behind in a heap on the floor.

There was nothing between them but Brock's boxers and Liz's underwear. Brock hovered over Liz, both of them breathing heavily.

"Can you tell me that you don't care?"

Liz looked into his eyes, with her hands still around his neck. "I can't. I love you."

"Now was that so hard?" Brock asked with a smirk. He bent down for another kiss. He could feel her hands grasping at his shoulders, pulling him closer as she arched against him.

He felt like there was no place he would rather be if he could just be with her.

Brock wanted to explore, this being his first time. He trailed light kisses across her cheek, going down her neck. He could feel her pulse under his mouth. Never before had he thought something so simple could be so wonderful. He licked along the pulsing flesh, feeling her arch further with a small sigh. Brock decided to go lower. He kissed his way down to her breasts, small yet oh so perfect. He wanted to stare; Brock had never really come close to seeing another woman naked. But instead he dipped down, catching a nipple in his mouth. He suckled it, receiving a surprised gasp from Liz. He pulled on the taught flesh gently with his teeth, enjoying Liz's pleasured squirming. Brock carefully slipped his thumbs under the sides of her panties and slid them down, eventually sending them to the floor, as Liz did the same with Brock's boxers. Brock, now finished with her breasts, ready for something *more*, led a tongue trail all the way back up to her chin. He looked into her half-closed eyes and paused, as if waiting for permission. Liz raised an eyebrow before lifting the corners of her mouth in a seductive smirk. She reached down with one hand and firmly grasped his throbbing manhood. He let out a tiny grunt as she released him and squeezed again.

"What. . . are you waiting for?" She asked, still smirking.

Brock smiled and, still holding her gaze, used a hand to spread her legs open wider to allow him entrance. He guided himself into her, feeling the moist tightness as he went deeper. She squeezed his shoulders, poking him with her nails. He buried himself in her as he closed his mouth over hers. He pulled out slowly, then thrust inside her again. She moaned into his mouth as he set up a rhythm, each time going a little faster, a little harder. He put an arm around her waist, holding her off the bed, closer to him as he kissed and nibbled at her neck. She moaned and whimpered in his ear, feeling like bliss was just around the corner. Brock could feel it too, pooling in his gut. He thrust all the way inside of her as she squeezed his neck, feeling the spasms of orgasm take over her. Brock quickly claimed her mouth, allowing her to scream into his mouth. As her female muscles contracted and quivered, it brought Brock to the edge as he spurted hot cream inside of her. He crushed Liz's body against him, breathing heavily while he kissed her fervently, as they both came down from their climax. Brock collapsed on the side of Liz, bouncing the bed a little. He had just noticed that they were both covered in sweat, glistening in the soft glow of a lamp on the table. Liz was still breathing deeply.

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"You love me," Brock said teasingly between breaths.

"Yeah, well, you love me," Liz whispered, smiling. She stuck out her tongue.

Brock reached out and stroked the side of her face. "I do."

Liz flipped over and spooned against him, as he pulled a cover over them. Liz reached up and turned off the lamp. Brock settled into her neck, pulling her close to him.

"And I always will," he whispered in her ear as she fell asleep.

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Awww! Wasn't that adorable? Don't leave just yet! There's more to come. Will Liz stay with Brock? Will Doctor Rage come to ruin everything Brock has finally gotten? Stay tuned!