Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Brock's Love: Maiden of the Dastardly Dr. Rage ❯ Twelve: The nightmare's over ( Chapter 13 )

Here's the next installment, folks. I just want you to know that this whole thing has been coming from off the top of my head, so if something doesn't quite add up, tell me and I'll try to correct it. So here we go with Chapter. . . um, chapter. . . sheesh, I lost count again.

Disclaimer: Pokemon isn't mine.

Claimer: Liz and Rage: MINE!! So Nyah.

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"BROCK, LOOK OUT!!"

Brock turned around to see Rage pointing his weapon at them. The tip glowed bright red, ready to fire at any moment. Rage pressed the button, but just as the laser shot forth, Brock knocked Liz down, out of the way towards the door. Brock caught the laser full-blast, his body gleaming red. He cried out, feeling the laser burn his insides. Rage finally released the button, and Brock stood there for a second, his clothing burnt and sizzling. He fell on his knees before collapsing to the floor. Vulpix, whose small body still hadn't fully recovered from the first laser, crawled over to his trainer's limp body. Once there, he had wasted even more of his energy and slumped back down. Vulpix managed to lick Brock's face. Liz scooted over to him and rolled Brock on his back. "Brock," she whispered through tears, "Brock. . ."

"Liz," he coughed, "Get. . . outta here."

"No, I won't leave you!" She stroked the side of his face.

"Sentiment is always wasted on the weak," Rage spat. He stomped over to the two. "And I thought he said he could protect you. Humph," he scoffed. He grabbed Liz by the hair and kneeled over Brock's face. "Some protection." He turned on him. As Rage walked away, a small hand reached up Brock's pant leg and stuck a syringe into his leg.

Rage dragged Liz to the tub of water. "You've outlasted your usefulness. Time to hand over the disk." He pushed Liz in the water and dunked her head. "You will tell me!" He waited a few more seconds as Liz struggled before pulling her head back out. "Where?!"

"Brock!" she screamed, "I didn't want to leave you!"

Rage dunked her head back in the water and picked her up again. "My disk!"

"I'm sorry for bringing you into this!" she coughed out. "I just wanted you to be safe. I-"

He shoved her head back down and shook it by her hair. She mouthed something into the water. Rage pulled her up. "Where is it?!"

"I love you Brock," Liz sputtered as loud as she could, "And I always will!! I'M SORRY!!"

"Fine!! Have it YOUR way!!" Rage yelled. He pushed her down, with his other hand around her neck. Fewer and fewer air bubbles escaped from Liz's mouth and nose. She didn't have any more energy to struggle. Slowly, her eyes closed and she lost her grip on Rage's arm, lying there limply in the water. "Bye bye," Rage sneered.

"HELLO!!"

Brock flung himself at Rage as hard as he could. They landed in a heap on the floor. Brock punched him and fought with him as best he could. Rage managed to pull out a switchblade and stab Brock in the arm. Rage pushed him away and pulled out his laser prod. Brock pulled out the knife, still imbedded in his arm, before looking up to face Rage. Brock was trapped against a wall.

"Give it up, hero," Rage panted, "I win."

"Not yet, you don't!!"

*WHACK!!*

With a clunk, Rage fell to the floor. Behind him stood Nurse Joy, holding a metal ice shovel*. Blood spilled from the back of Rage's head. Brock looked up at Nurse Joy gratefully before standing up and stumbling over to the tub, where Persian was pulling Liz's torso above the water by her shirt. He struggled, growling, until Brock came and used his good arm to help pull her out onto the floor. She landed with a splash, her body limp and her lips an unhealthy blue. Brock pulled her to his chest, hot tears streaming freely down his face.

"Liz?" he squeaked. He remembered when he had dragged her from the river the night they first met; how her face was completely still. Brock remembered the sinking feeling when he thought she was drowned. Now, she didn't even have a heartbeat. Brock shook her, whispering to her through his tears, begging her not to die. He laid her on the floor and pushed down on her chest, still pleading with her: "Don't die. You can't die. You'll be okay." But she didn't move. Brock put a hand on either side of her face, lifting her head up. Her face was silent, calm. He closed his mouth over hers and puffed a breath into her. `Please, God, let this work.'

He felt her body jolt, and he lifted his head with a start. Did that really just happen? He searched her face again before giving her another breath. This time, she coughed and spit out water. Liz inhaled shakily and opened her eyes. She coughed and spat again and breathed in and out rapidly, hyperventilating. Her eyes shifted this way and that. Brock looked at her in disbelief. She yelled and reached up around her neck, thinking Rage's hands were still there. Liz sat up and shook in panic. Brock put his hand on her face to get her to face him. She looked at him and the corners of her mouth lifted slightly. She threw her arms around his neck and sobbed into his shoulder. Brock closed his eyes and hugged her tight, whispering in her ears.

"It's okay, it's okay." He looked over to Rage's motionless body as Nurse Joy removed her fingers from his pulse. "He's gone now."

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A paramedic stitched Brock's arm as he sat in the lobby. He watched them take Rage out on a stretcher, closed in a body bag. Liz was still clinging to Brock's side, his good arm wrapped tightly around her. Liz buried her face in Brock's chest as they wheeled him out. There was another paramedic with a pair of tweezers who reached into the cut on Liz's side. He saw something inside the wound while he was bandaging it up. What he pulled out was a small piece of metal: a microchip.

Officer Jenny had already gotten their story and walked over to them holding a ball.

"You kids okay?" she said sympathetically.

"Yeah," they replied in unison.

"That's good," she said. "Here, this is your Arcanine. Nurse Joy said it was okay." She handed the ball over to Liz. Liz smiled and nodded. Just then, Persian and Vulpix dashed out of the back, past the officers.

"Percy!"

"Vulpix!"

They hugged their Pokemon. "Nurse Joy gave them a healing too," Officer Jenny said. Nurse Joy walked over to join them. She smiled as Brock focused on her with a puzzled expression.

"Nurse Joy?" he asked. "Was that you who stuck me in the leg?"

"That was me," she winked. She pulled out a small syringe marked PARLYZ heal. "My Chansey found me in the pantry, and after I called the police, I went upstairs and saw you lying there."

"Thanks a lot, Nurse Joy," Brock said gratefully.

"Now then," Officer Jenny stated, "once you kids are all patched up, I'll get a Patrol car to take you wherever you need to go. Where is that, exactly?"

Brock and Liz looked at each other. Liz smiled and turned to Jenny. "The Cerulean City Gym."

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Okay, y'all. Hope you enjoyed the story. There may be one more chapter before the epilogue, and I'm working on a sequel. So don't go away! And thank you to my reviewers. I'm so glad you guys enjoy my story!!

*I just thought you all should know what an Ice shovel is. It isn't as big as a normal snow shovel, but it's way heavier. It's solid metal and the edges of the scoop part are sharp so you can chunk through ice. We keep one in the back of the van in case of ice slicks in the driveway. It comes in pretty handy!