Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Power = Death #2# ❯ The black firgure ( Chapter 2 )

Authors Note: Ok I have finished this chapter and I still have no reviews, so I have no idea if this is all a load of crap or if you all are actually enjoying it so, if you want me to write another chapter, PLEASE gimmie your ideas, complements and criticisms (so long as they are constructive not just blatantly rude) m'ok thankyou for reading my writing, hope you enjoyed it…oh and yes I know it is a bit, ah, gory and evil but life gets like that, so yeah enjoy.

 

 

 

#CHAPTER 2#

 

Misty woke suddenly sweat dripping from her forehead. She had been dreaming of ash again.

Misty couldn't remember how long it had been since she had “left” ash, 1 maybe 2 weeks ago. It didn't matter now, she was finally safe from the police and their growlithe's. Sitting up, misty wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, and then stopped as a dark figure moved in the shadows.

“Hello”, misty whispered, receiving no answer.

Misty grimaced as she placed her burnt hand on the ground to help rouse her to her feet.

“Hello?” she repeated as she came closer to the black figure.

It swooped at her violently and came to a stop a cm away from her.

Icy cold breath came from its mouth and ruffled misty's hair, who was too terrified to make a sound.

“Misty”, the creature hissed in an angry but strangely sad tone.

The voice seemed vacant and far away as it echoed inside and around misty.

“Death will come to those suppressed by power and those who follow power will be cast into the eternal flames of hell, run misty”, the creature prophesised enlarging in height.

“What do you mean?” misty found herself screaming as the black figure glided backwards into a dense corpse of trees.

Misty bolted upright, the sun shining on her face in a warming expression.

Eyes darting, misty searched for the black figure but couldn't see it anywhere, only Brock.

He was playing fetch with his Geodude, if that is what you would call the ugly creature. Misty reached down to her belt to get one of her own pokemon but her belt was empty.

“That's right” Misty thought as she remembered when Brock had taken them from her “he sold them for money…there're gone”

A wave of depression wavered over misty as she remembered handing the pokemon over into Brocks greedy hands. Then watching her pokemon being sold into the black market.

“How did I bring myself to do that?” she whispered.

“Do what?” said Brock sitting down next to Misty

Startled misty quickly said, “Run away from all those police! How did they find out about ash so quickly any way?”

“Ah, well some dam fishermen saw what we did from out in the sea and reported us. A small slip back they would have found us out the next day anyway”, stated Brock uninterested as he bit into an apple.

“Oh. Are we safe here?” she said dwindling her thumbs together.

“Safe for now, but we will have to leave again soon” he said chucking the apple core into the distant grass.

He turned to look at misty when a sudden loud crack sounded far away in the forest.

Brock leapt to his feet, “Onix, I choose you!” a long, decaying rock form burst out of one of Brocks Pokeballs.

“Lift me up Onix!” The mutinous dark form bent for Brock to step onto its head, then it rose to its full height.

Brock cursed under his breath then ordered his Onix to let him down.

“Misty quickly pack our stuff, I have to go deal with some unwanted visitors”.

Misty grimaced as brutal memories of murder flashed into her mind.

“Move!”

She gasped as she felt Brock's harsh backhand smack her across the face.

She staggered slightly, but soon hurried towards their sleeping gear when she saw he anger that flickered in brocks eyes.

Messily she shoved the sleeping bags and pots into their backpacks and placed them side-by-side ready to pick up and run with.

Brock had run into the woods silently.

She heard another crack, louder this time and realized that Brock and his victim where getting closer to her.

“Arg!” Brocks voice cried out as he staggered into view, the opponent still invisible.

“Geodude, rock smash. Vulpix fire spin, Onix, earthquake” he shouted.

Misty watched as rock and fire spun into a deadly tornado and the ground split and shoot forward.

She heard the scream of a Growleth and shut her eyes tightly, trying to cast the images away.

A mans voice breached her ears, he was begging for mercy, pleading. The voice was cut short by a loud cracking sound of rock falling on bone and then was replaced by the shrill scream of a woman, who to, was pleading for mercy.

But her screams where smothered into low moans.

Misty opened her eyes to see what she dreaded.

Brock had pinned the woman down and was ripping her clothing off her body.

Misty crumpled down and sobbed as the panicky sounds of the woman reached her ears.

She couldn't take it.

Something snapped in Misty's head, the bond broke once again.

She leapt to her feet, a newfound courage replacing despair.

Se bolted towards the pair and leapt on Brock, knocking him fair off the crying policewoman.

She scrunched her hand into a fist and found Brocks face with it.

He cried out in surprise and pain.

Misty struck him again and again until she felt something tighten around her throat.

Brock flipped her over, hand still tightly around her throat.

A yell behind him made him loosen his grip for a while, long enough to give Misty a chance to scramble backwards.

“Geodude! Vulpix! Onix! Kill her!” he barked, insane anger glinting in his eyes.

Gut-wrenching sounds followed that order and blood spilled out over the grass.

A cruel smile smeared its across brocks face as he turned back to look at misty, who was now backing away to a tree, utter horror fresh in her eyes.

Brock strode forward until he reached her, then flashed forward and picked her up by the neck, slamming her back hard against the tree.

“Who do you think you are?” he whispered, tightening his grip.

Misty gurgled in reply, face growing bluer.

Brock found a new wave of anger and beat misty in the stomach, then across the face, whispering “you are nothing, nobody” then let her fall, limply to the ground. Spitting up blood.

Poor Misty.

Misty, in all her agony, glanced up to see the black figure standing behind Brock its face shadowed by a cloak.

She staggered in a breath, choking on the taste of blood and fell unconscious at Brocks feet.