Proposal

~ Part 4; rescue? ~

Misty was getting tired. Her breath was getting ragged and her running was slowing down. Apparently, if she lived through this, she needed to work out more, unlike the rocket behind her who was rapidly gaining on her. Before she could attract any more attention, the rocket pulled her out of the shopping entrance and threw her against the wall. Anger flashed in his cold blue eyes. He dragged the struggling Misty into a crack between stores and threw her to the ground. Misty scrambled to her feet and glared at the rocket, her feet poised to run at any second. The rocket growled at her. "You're more trouble than your worth, brat."

Misty smirked. "Why thank-you. That means so little coming from you!"

The rocket snarled and reached into his jacket to pull out a shiny, very sharp knife. Misty's eyes widened in fear and a gasp escaped her lips. She fell back a few steps and looked around franticly. Walls, walls, and more walls! The only escape was blocked by a smirked rocket who held a knife, ready to strike. Misty tried to yell, really she did, but she couldn't find her voice. All she could manage was a small, "Help…"

The rocket heard her and laughed. "Heh, no one is going to save you now, babe." He glanced her over. "If I didn't have a job to do, I'd take you home myself."

Misty's face scrunched up in disgust. She thought she was going to throw up at the thought of it, so she did the next best thing. To show her disgust, Misty gathered as much saliva in her mouth as she could, and spit it al right at the rocket's face. 'Looks like all the spitting Ash tried to teach me is finally paying off.' Misty smirked with satisfaction. The rocket angrily wiped the spit of with an annoyed swipe and without warning, ran up to her and pinned her against the wall. His body pressed against her and one hand held both her hands together, and the other held the knife up to her neck.

"I dare you to do that again." He sneered. Misty could only shake in fear. The man snarled a bit and said, "I don't have time for you." He pressed the knife up to her neck so that a little blood trickled down her neck.

Misty watched him grin and pull back enough so he could dramaticly thrust the knife into her heart. Misty closed her eyes tight. She really believed this was it. She saw images fly by her in her mind. She saw her sisters treating her like dirt, she saw herself fishing out of the river and catching Ash, she saw her playing with Togepi, she saw her first kiss, she saw many things, most involved Ash. Tears streamed out of Misty's closed eyes.

Suddenly there was a shout of surprise and one of anger from a totally different person. Everything was dull for a moment, then a small jolt of electricity caused her to open her eyes.

In front of Misty was the rocket on the ground with electricity was running through him. She turned her head slightly and saw Pikachu beside her shooting angry bolts into the evil man. Brock was running towards her saying something. When he finally reached her, he kicked the rocket away from her and hugged her to him. "You okay Misty?" He asked. He pulled her away with his arms supporting her shoulders to examine her. "You look awful, but nothing serious."

Misty finally found it in her conscious mind to inspect herself and see what Brock was talking about. Her dress was torn in a few places where bruises where beginning to form. She could tell already tomorrow was NOT going to be fun. She felt a warm liquid running down her neck, she only assumed to be her own blood.

"Pikachupi?" Misty looked down to see Pikachu looking up at her with concern shining in its eyes. Misty kneeled down and smiled at the pokemon "Hey Pikachu, I'm okay." She hugged it to her. "Thank-you."

"PIKA!"

Brock frowned. "Misty, what happened, and where's Ash?"

Misty's eyes shot open and she immediately stood up with Pikachu still in her arms. "We have to go get him Brock!" She cried desperately and tried her best to explain. "Team Rocket took over the restaurant we were at! Ash told me to run and get you and the police while he distracted them, but he could be in trouble now!"

"PIKA!" Pikachu exclaimed. "PIKACHU PIKA!"

"Right! Let's go get him!" With Pikachu on her shoulder, and Brock running after her telling her to slow down, Misty raced off to get Ash.

I know this is a tad short, but the next one will be up sooner, so look at it that way, the shorter they are, the sooner they're up! Only two more chapters to go.

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