Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Brock's Love: Maiden of the Dastardly Dr. Rage ❯ Nine: the dream ( Chapter 10 )

Well, hello there. I hope you're ready for some fiction! Did you like the last chapter? Sure, it was a little sappy, but hey, it's my story. I hope you'll like this one! And if anyone has ANY idea how to work the italics, please tell me!!

DISCLAIMER: Pokemon and all characters thereof are not creations of my own.

CLAIMER: Liz, Dr. Rage, and Dr. Sanura are all original creations of my own demented mind.

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Liz was sound asleep. But her sub-consciousness was busier than a centipede in a toe-counting contest.

~*~Liz's Dream~*~

Liz was. . . somewhere. Outside?

The sun was shining high up in the sky. There was grass under her bare feet. She had to be outside. She looked around. It looked like outside, but something was wrong. The air smelled stale and there was no sound. What was going on?

She heard a noise, a sort of whooshing sound, and the Cerulean Gym sprang up out of nowhere far in front of her. She could see people in front of it, but still no sound was made. Liz squinted, and she could see there were three people in front of the gym. It was Ash, Misty, and Brock. `Maybe they know what's going on,' she thought. She yelled to them. The three turned around and smiled. Brock stepped forward and was instantly in front of her. He was smiling, but there was still no sound. Brock reached up and put a hand to her face. Liz smiled back, still a little confused. Why wasn't he talking?

Suddenly, it grew dark. The sun faded; the grass disappeared. But Brock and the gym were still there. She heard a voice, a familiar, frightening voice.

"Is this your new life? Did you think you could just start over without me?"

Liz felt like she was falling, but she wasn't moving. She was still standing before Brock.

"He said he could protect you, but you know he can't. I will find you." The voice chuckled darkly.

Liz's heart was racing. She knew that voice. It was Dr. Rage.

"These people. . ." Rage boomed as Misty and Ash materialized behind Brock, "I can see the gym. I can see them. I can get them."

Liz was still standing there, gripped with fear. She could hear footsteps as Brock and the others vanished. They were getting closer.

"Where are you, Elizabeth? Come out, come out!!" Rage was laughing hysterically. The footsteps were louder. Liz could feel her side hurt. There was a loud beeping in her ears.

"No!" she finally managed to scream. She cupped her hands over her ears and ran. The footsteps still came. Her heart banged against her ribs as she sped across nothingness. "Leave me alone! You don't own me anymore!!" Liz screamed through clenched teeth. Tears were pouring down her face. The beeping in her ears grew louder and more painful. She was at top speed when she ran into something hard. The force of the collision sent her flying backwards in slow motion. Before she knew it, she was caught in someone's large hands.

"Brock?" she whispered.

"You DARE call out HIS name?!"

Liz's eyes sprang open. It was him. . . "NO!! Lemmie go! Lemmie GO!!" Rage had his hold on her. For some reason, Liz became weakened with fear. It was like she was back at the lab two years ago: starved, weakened, and terrified. She looked at his long narrow face with those yellow, crooked teeth and beady eyes. He squeezed her tighter as Liz felt like she was being strangled.

"Why are you afraid, Elizabeth?" Rage said in a sickening, singsong voice. "Is it because you missed me? Or maybe this new life has changed you. Even in my arms you call out the name of that. . . boy. He's taking you away from me isn't he?" Rage put one hand over Liz's throat. "You reek of him. He fucked you, didn't he? And you let him." He picked her up with his one hand as he began to grow into a dark shadow of a beast. "Don't you realize that you are mine? You have my disk. And I have you." He shook her. "Don't you realize I can get to them as easily as I have gotten to you?"

"W-what. . ." Liz tried to speak. "What are you t-talking about?"

"Why Lizzie, dear!" Rage spoke inches from her face. "I know where you are."

Before Liz could say another word, Rage released her. But instead of crumpling on the floor, she fell. She fell down, down, down, screaming, until she landed hard on what seemed to be nothing at all. She couldn't see anything. The only sound was that of her own labored breathing.

"LIZ!!"

She sat up, and could see Brock running to her. `Oh, thank God!' she thought. She ran to him, but it seemed like she was trying to run through water. Her legs moved slow, too slow. "Brock!" she called back. She was close to tears, when all of a sudden, a familiar pair of beady eyes appeared behind Brock, each eye about as big as he was. A hand came down like a house, crushing Brock beneath it. "NOO!! BROCK!!" Liz's normal speed came back as she dashed to the giant hand, fizzling out into nothing. Brock was lying there, crushed and bleeding. Liz knelt beside him and cradled his head. "Brock! Oh, Brock, please don't. . ."

"Liz. . ."

Another voice, coming from her left. It was Ash. He was bleeding from several wounds in his chest, but was carrying an even more gruesome sight. Misty was pale and lifeless, her eyes staring straight at her yet seeing nothing. She was covered in large cuts and bruises, most of her clothing gone. Blood gushed from everywhere as Ash dropped to his knees.

~ "She felt so good. . ." ~

Liz could hear Rage's voice, somewhere in her own mind.

~ "She fought almost as much as you used to when I would come into your room and"~

"No! You didn't! Not Misty! Please!!" Liz's eyes burned with tears. He had raped her?

~ "Yes. And he watched." ~

Liz could see a picture playing in the background. It was Ash, tied down with a knife in his side, and Misty with Rage on top of her, beating her.

"YOU BASTARD!!" Liz buried her face in Brock's chest.

~ "And it's all YOUR FAULT!!" ~

"Liz!" Ash yelled. "Why didn't you just leave?! Now she's dead! I didn't even get to tell her I loved her and she's DEAD!!" Ash's hate burned in his eyes.

"I-I. . . But-"

"You should have gone. None of this would have happened if you had just left! It's all YOUR FAULT!!"

~"You see? I can get them all. I will get them all. And I will get YOU!!"~

~*~end dream~*~

Liz opened her eyes in a flash. Her head ached. There was beeping in her ears. Rage really was coming! She sat up and looked down at Brock. He was still fast asleep with his arm draped over her waist. Even though she was awake, she could still see the blood from her dream, his eyes staring at her. She blinked and rubbed her eyes. It wasn't there. But the beeping was. `I have to get out of here!' Liz's mind raced as she carefully got out of bed. She found her clothes and struggled to put them on quickly. `If I can get out of here, I'll lead him away from them!'

Brock reached forward. Something was missing. He slowly opened his eyes to see Liz across the room, fully dressed and stuffing her backpack.

"Liz?" He sat up.

Liz jumped, but she didn't turn around.

"Liz, what are you doing?"

Liz swallowed hard. "I'm leaving."

"Leaving?" Brock scooted to the edge of the bed. "What are you talking about?"

"He found me, Brock! I have to go."

Brock's mind was still a little foggy. "Wait! He who?"

Liz finally turned to him, with tearstains on her face. "Rage found me. He's coming. I have to lead him away from here."

Brock was wide-awake now. He started shoving on his pants. "Liz, wait! You can't go rushing out of here in the middle of the night!! We can go to the police! We-"

"No! I just have to leave, and he'll follow me away from here!" Liz picked up the case carrying the disk. "There's no time to waste. I have to leave. . ."

Brock was stunned. "You mean. . . after all this, you're just gonna leave?" He struggled to keep his voice steady. "You're just going to leave us. . . Leave me. . . behind?"

She didn't have an answer for that. These people were more important to her than her own personal safety. She *had* to leave. "Brock, I don't want to leave you. But if I can keep you all safe, it's my only choice." Liz stuffed the disk deep into her backpack and closed it. She walked past Brock and opened the door to see Persian already there, waiting. "It just wasn't meant to be," she whispered to herself. The beeping in her head got louder. "I'm sorry, Brock!" she cried as she dashed out the door.

"Liz! No!" Brock buttoned his pants and ran after her. She was already in the elevator. "Damn!" Brock looked around until he saw a door marked "staircase". He bolted through the door and ran down the stairs as fast as his bare feet could take him. He had to stop her!

By the time Brock reached the front door, Liz was already outside and climbing aboard her Arcanine. He ran outside.

"Liz! Please don't leave!!"

"Brock, I have to! There's no argument this time. I have no choice!"

"I won't let you leave! I love you!"

"Brock, don't make me do this!" Liz turned Arcanine around, who began to growl.

`Would she really attack me?' he thought. "Liz," he said quietly. "Please. . . You can't!"

`Brock, please forgive me!' She thought as she clenched her teeth. "Arcanine, smokescreen, NOW!!"

A cloud of thick, dark smoke quickly surrounded Brock. It became hard to breathe. "Liz!" he coughed as he stumbled blindly through the smoke. He couldn't take it anymore. He dropped to his knees, eyes burning from the fumes. He tried to fan away some of the smoke, but it was just too thick. He would choke.

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Mwahahahahaaa!! Cliffy! Don't you just love `em? There's still more to come, so stay tuned!!