By: Aki Akito
Part: 3
Rating: PG-13 for violence, child-abuse, and mainly mature topics.
Cold…dark…fear…that was successively controlling my brain…I was cold…in the dark…and frightened. I let my eyes snap open. I was not in my bed, but alone…in a forest. How did I get here? Is this all just a dream? No. I don’t think so.
I endeavored to roll over, though it was very difficult. My legs and arms had been tied together firmly; it was no use to try to move. How did I get here? When?
I gaped at every area around me, desperately looking for someone or something that could get me out of this predicament. But all I saw were surrounding trees and the insignificant amount of moonlight that seeped through them.
I couldn’t control it anymore; I was panicking! “PIKACHU!” I bellowed. The sound of my cry rang throughout the forest that I had been tied in, but nothing answered. “PIKACHU! MISTY!” I tried again...and still nothing.
“That won’t do any good, Ash.” A sinister voice greeted me to a result to my excessive wiggling and shouting.
I swerved my head back and forth to locate where the voice had come from. “Who are you?! Where am I?!”
“It’s none of your business, but I can tell you that you’re miles away from Misty and Pikachu, sport.”
“What?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?” He requested balefully.
“WHO ARE YOU?! Tell me!”
“To put it simply, sport, your worst nightmare. Is that enough explanation?” Though the night was pitch darkness I could tell he smirked an evil smirk that wiped all the bravery off my face.
A short wicked laugh seeped through his mouth as he picked me up off the ground. A tall man he was but not too strong, I could hear that his breathing instantly become shallower and quicker after about a hundred feet.
I tried to make out his face but the miniature amount of moonlight didn’t help, the most I could see was the form of his face. A familiar shape it was but I couldn’t make out whose.
We must have walked for miles, the man had stopped for a swift nap and the sun was now coming up it was only moments before I would be able to witness the mans face.
I was put up against a tree, arms and legs still knotted together. It wasn’t all that comfortable and I was about to collapse into sleep from emotional exhaustion and about two hours of sleep from the night before.
The mans tent moved a little as I could sense the man moving inside, I lifted up my drowsy eyes ready to watch the man emerge.
As the man came into view from out of the tent I noticed my dark hair on the mans head. I didn’t need to see anymore, it was my dad. I should have known that the first time I heard the word ‘sport’ escape his mouth.
I knew I wasn’t at ease with him, even over the phone. I should’ve listened to my gut feeling.
“Well, Ash, you finally know who I am.” He glared with his bright green eyes into my deep brown ones, seizing my full concentration at the moment. They weren’t just any eyes, they drew you in, but what you saw wasn’t love, it was revulsion.
“Why do you hate me?” I asked meekly, careful to not keep my gaze upon him.
“Oh Ash,” another sinful laughed he did, “I don’t hate you, I hate your mother! She betrayed me, and now I’m going to take your life to get vengeance!” Immediately those words wiped out everything but fear and anger in my soul.
“Why do you hate my mother!” I bellowed out to him.
He sneered. “Because, she had you.”
“What?” He scoffed again.
“She had you. I wasn’t prepared for you! I told her to get an abortion but she didn’t.”
“It’s your responsibility too!” I cried out. “Plus…it was her choice.”
“Ash! Don’t you know that it’s up to both of the parents to keep their baby or not! After she had you, she said that she’d put you up for adoption, but you know what?! She didn’t! We were only 19 years old!”
“Then one of you should’ve stopped what you were doing those 13 years ago! Whether you like it or not she kept me! I’m still you’re son!” I let my voice lower, my throat hurt. “You’d be murdering your own flesh and blood.”
He stomped up to the tree I was set against, picked me up and pinned me to the tree. His nails dug into my arms, releasing the slightest amount of blood as I cringed in pain. “I don’t care, sport.” Then he hit me in the abdomen. He dropped me and I curled up into a ball, my arms clutching my stomach.
I couldn’t breathe without difficulty, it was so sudden and so strong, not something you’d expect from the likes of him.
I didn’t say anything after that. Dad just dragged me further and further into this forest that I ended up in.
The more and more miles we went, the more worried I became. It was about mid-afternoon now. We had only stopped for lunch about 3 hours ago. I only got a piece of bread when I was really hungry and that piece of bread made me all the more hungrier.
All this time I did nothing but think about Pikachu. Maybe…Misty. Was she worried about me? I don’t think she would.
“Pikachu?! Where are you?” Misty called through the enormous halls.
Pikachu raced down the hall from the front of Ash’s room. “Pikachupi!”
“Hey Pikachu!” Misty cooed affectionately. “Do you know where Ash and Miles are? I haven’t seen or heard from them all today.”
Pikachu cast his head down and replied sadly. “Chu…”
“Aww…cheer up Pikachu, they’re probably somewhere in this house. This house is really big. It’s not like we could hear them through it.”
“Pika.”
“Come on Pikachu, let’s go look for them, ok?”
A/n- Okay, so it wasn’t as long as the other chapters but oh well. I’m so busy and I’ll be on vacation soon and then there will only be a few days of school left. It’ll be done soon after school’s out which is June 11. Thanks to everyone for reviewing!