Possessd
Part 2
Email: alisa74@lycos.com




When he woke up, the Hoothoot were hooting (no pun intended) a fire was burning and he smelt canned soup. Ash opened his eyes –
- to find himself staring into a pair of dark midnight blue eyes. “Oh, good morning, looks like you’re up.” The owner of the blue eyes, a girl around 13, said.
"Not exactly morning," ash said.
"True," the girl agreed "but a friend once told me that whenever you wake up, it’s morning."
Ash chuckled dryly. "Looks like I must have slept for quite a while," he commented.
"Yeah, you did," the girl said, "I tried to check if you had fainted, but your Pikachu shocked me every time I went a foot near you."
"What’s your name?" Ash asked.
"Hmm? Oh, you can call me Alisa." The way she said it made Ash look at her a bit oddly.
"What?" She asked defensively.
"Oh, nothing," ash said as casually as he could. "Is that a nickname?"
"No, it’s my real name. Why?" she asked
"Nah, some people I know just like to call themselves by a nickname," Ash said.
"Oh."
Alisa offered him a bowl of soup. Ash shook his head. "No thanks."
"C’mon you gotta eat to keep your strength up," she insisted.
"Oh, well," he took it and started drinking, "Not bad."
"Thanks," she said.
Ash stared off into space, as he stopped drinking his soup. I thought they were my friends he thought to himself.
"Are you ok?" Asked Alisa in concern. "You look like you lost your best friend."
"Yeah, I’m ok," Ash said softly.
"No, you’re not," she said, matter-of-factly. "I can tell. But if you don’t wanna talk about it, you don’t need to."
"Well, I’ll tell you a bit, since I need someone to talk to," said Ash. "I did lose 2 of my very best friends." A tear trickled down his face, slowly.
"I’m sorry," Alisa said softly, "I shouldn’t have asked you……"
Not for the first time, Ash felt the loneliness of being on his own. He missed his mom, Brock and Misty. And Ash, chosen one and Pokemon master, finally broke down and sobbed. Alisa hugged him gently, comforting him, and he returned the gesture, not caring she was a complete stranger. His shoulders bobbed gently, his body racked with sobs.

"Let us go!!" Misty yelled, as she struggled in a rocket's grasp
"What does Team Rocket want from us?" Asked Brock, as calmly as he could.
The rocket just grinned nastily, as they reached the nearby base.
"Bring them to the prison levels and lock them in there," said Giovanni. "We'll send some people to deal with the boy."
"Do we starve them out, boss?" The rocket wondered.
"No, no," Giovanni said. "We prefer new recruits in perfect health."
Both Misty and Brock stared in horror………..