Chapter Seven - Our Fate 
Ash growled at the Pokémon in front of him, clutching Pikachu tighter in anger. 
The Pokémon whose vines where wrapped around Misty was a lot like an Ivysaur, 
save it had a flower on it's back in place of a bud and a rouder face with light 
blue skin, like a Bulbasaur. "What is with all these freak Pokémon?" he thought 
as Pokemon used a Sleep Powder on Misty. 

Sceptile struck the Pikarai to the ground with a Leaf Blade attack, but the 
Pokémon spun and fought back again. If not for his absorb attack Sceptile would 
be very low on energy at that moment. Even with a type advantage this Pokémon 
was a very worthy opponint. 

"Absol, go get Misty back from that thing!" Ash commanded, the dark Pokémon 
nodding and charging forward at the Ivysaur-like Pokemon with a faint attack, 
landing a direct hit. The grass type Pokémon withdrew yet another vine from the 
flower on it's back, then numerous others. It charged them forward at the Absol, 
who tried to dodged. Remarkably, the dark type Pokémon was able to dodged most 
of the forest of vines, until he was struck across the face, leaving a deep red 
gash behind. 

Pikachu forced his eyes open and shook his head, looking forward at the 
'Ivysaur'. Where had that come from? His slightly blurry suddenly landed on 
Misty, and grew wide. "Pika...." he growled, cheeks sparking. He leapt out of 
his trainers arms and charged towards the Pokémon, tail glowing for an Iron 
Tail. "Pikachu no!" "Pika!" Pikachu cried, charging like a blur and striking the 
Ivysaur in the face with his attack. The grass Pokémon was struck hard and sent 
flying back, but a stray vine struck Pikachu hard across the head, dazing him, 
before wrapping around the small electric Pokémon. 

Absol leapt back beside his trainer and, unlike Pikachu, awaited a command. Out 
of all Ash's Pokémon, Absol was the most obediant. He almost refused to do a 
thing in battle without Ash's command. A small trickle of blood ran down the 
Pokémon's face, reddening it's blue and white fur. Growling as the Ivysaur 
creature sent Pikachu to sleep with a Sleep Powder, it obeyed with another faint 
attack command. 

But just as Absol landed the hit, a flamethrower shot forward out of no where, 
striking Absol back with great force. "Wha the-?" Ash looked over to see none 
other then Blaze, the Charmander mutant. The Pokémon grinned as blasted fire at 
the floor, creating a wall in front of of itself and the Ivysaur, as well as 
it's captives. Ash sheided his eyes from the blast and took a few steps back as 
the flames brushed against him. 

Absol struggling to his feet and looked forward. The flames desolved in front of 
him, but with the disspapearance of the fames went with mutants, along with 
Misty and Pikachu. Absol looked sadly back at his trainer, who's gaze was 
lowered to the floor. What do we do? Absol asked, awaiting orders yet again. 

Sceptile, who was slightly confused at the sudden disappearance of his opponint, 
walked up behind his trainer. Ash looked back at Sceptile, then the Pikachu 
clone on his shoulder then forward at Absol. "We find out where they are. Spread 
out and search for clues." 

Absol and Sceptile nodded and shot off in green and white blurs. Ash walked off 
in another direction searching for clues himself. "How could I let this 
happen..." He whispered, mentaly slapping himself. "I just hope they're ok." 


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"Pika..." Pikachu opened his eyes slowly, blinking a few times to clear his 
vision. "Cha?" The yellow Pokémon sat up and looked around. He was in the middle 
of a giant roomfilled with numerous Pokémon, from fire, to ice to grass, to 
dragon types. Looking closely, Pikachu noticed that all of them where looking 
rather scared if not confused. What's going on? 

Pikachu? 

Mewtwo? Pikachu looked in confusion over at the psychic Pokémon, who was 
standing a few feet away, a soft violet glow around him. What are you doing in 
Team Rockets hideout? 

Pikachu you have to be careful of me. Team Rocket have created a machine that 
can control the minds of pokémon 

What?! 

And I'm their puppet. Mewtwo finished, pointing to the metal plate on his chest. 
Pikachu tilted his head in confusion, and Mewtwo answered his unasked question. 
It's not active now, and neither is yours. 

Mine? Pikachu looked down and jumped as he realised a metal plate, similar to 
Mewtwo's, was straped to his stomach. He pulled at it and tried to shock it off, 
but all attempts where in vain. 

It won't work Pikachu, not without the code. They're password locked. Mewtwo 
explained, tapping the small keypad on his own machine. He sighed and looked at 
the ceiling in thought. Your trainer should run while he has the chance, but he 
won't. His stubborness had not subsided in the slightest over the years has it? 

Pikachu smiled slightly and shook his head. His gaze fell to the floor and he 
sighed. What's going to happen to us...? 

That is for them to decide Pikachu. 

Thats a very negetive attitude to have Mewtwo. Pikachu comment, folding his arms 
in a huff. Mewtwo smiled at the rodent Pokémon, but made no response or 
rejection to Pikachu's statement. Weither Pikachu believed it or not, Mewtwo was 
right, Team Rocket controled their fate now. 


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"Ow..." Misty groaned as she awoke. She sat up and rubbed her head, looking 
around. She was in a fairly small room, about five meters in length and width, 
with one small, barred window far above her, letting in just enough light to 
see. Where was she? 

The door in front of her unlocked suddenly and a rocket stood before her. He had 
a rather angered expression on his face as he looked at Misty. "Is this thing 
yours?" he asked, holding something up in front of him. 

"My Psyduck!" Misty reached out and grabbed the panicking Pokémon. Yes, after 
all the years of training, she had neglected to train her Psyduck. She felt a 
little guilty, yes, but with her shot temper she couldn't find the time nor the 
patience for Psyduck. The yellow Pokémon relaxed instintly once in his trainers 
arms, holding his head and looking up at her with a confused 'Psy?'. 

"That Pokémon is pathetic," the Rocket stated. "It's so weak for our forces, 
keep it if you want, it's no real threat." And with that, the door was slammed 
shut. Misty hugged the water Pokémon, who merely tilted his head in confusion, 
looking at the door. "Duck?" 

"Well at least I know where I am now..." Misty whipsered to herself, looking up 
at the window. She pet the Psyduck slightly, deep in thought. "Wonder where Ash 
is..." 


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"Any luck guys?" Ash asked, frowning when his Pokémon shook their heads in turn. 
"Where could they be...?" 

The Pikachu clone's ears lowered sadly and he sighed a sad 'Pika...'. He sat 
down, gaze lowered to the floor. Absol sat beside his trainer, as Sceptile sat 
not far away. It was completely silent, each of them lost in their own thoughts. 

Suddenly, Pikachu's ears twitched, and he looked up quickly. There was a loud 
sound of padding from a shirt distance away. The other Pokémon heard it next, 
then Ash. They where on their feet by now, eyes scanning the area for the source 
of the sound. 

In a blur, an orange figure leapt from the surrounding forest, paws knocking Ash 
forcefully to the ground, a searing pain erupting in his right arm as the 
Pokémon's razor sharp teeth sank into his flesh. 


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To Be Continued 

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