Ash Ketchum: Superman

A Pokemon and Superman story

Okay, NOW we get to see Superman (Ash’s superhero alter ego) for the first time, both in action and not in action. If you want to know what his superhero costume looks like, I suggest you have either seen Superman Returns or see it ASAP. All right, we’re starting where we left off, all right? This chapter is written in 3^rd person, but is technically from Misty’s POV, since she’s the main protagonist of this chapter. By the way, sorry for cutting you all off at the end of chapter one, but I think I’ve got something good: I got nervous when Misty had that gun to her head. If the author is nervous during a tense scene, then you know the work is good.

By the way, here’s a link to a picture of Brandon Routh’s Superman costume from Superman Returns, which I’m using for Ash’s Superman costume. Just copy the address and paste it to your address bar:

http://pub.tv2.no/multimedia/na/archive/00199/superman_returns_199529g.jpg

Note: Same as the last two chapters of Ash Ketchum: Superman, basically saying that I don’t own the copyrights for Superman and Pokemon.

Ash/Kal-El/Superman: 15

-Misty: 15

-Brock: 17

Previously: “Anybody tries any funny business and the red-haired wench gets a bullet in her head!" he said, pushing the gun to her forehead. Misty's eyes widened in terror. Then somebody tried to do something to help her, but was shot by the Rocket and was killed. Misty was now terrified beyond belief as the head Rocket, now with an evil sneer on his face, pointed the gun to her forehead. She feared for her life as she squeezed her eyes shut, thinking a million different things and saying 10 different prayers at the same time. For some reason, which she still doesn't know why she did it, she said, Ash... in her mind. Just as the Rocket was about to squeeze the trigger, she heard him say, "Die..." and prepared for the worst...

But the shot never came. Instead, she heard someone saying, “WHAT THE FRAK!” When she opened her eyes, she was amazed at what she saw: a blue object taking out the Rockets. She was amazed. He fought with such intensity and grace that she was in awe. The only thing she could say at that point was “Wow.” As she watched, she noticed that the bullets the Rockets were shooting at him bounced off of him like an arrow bounces off armor. Finally, partially because she was amazed at what she was seeing and the fact that she was exhausted, she fainted-for about 7 minutes-after seeing her rescuer confront the Rocket who had held the gun to her head.

When Misty came to, she couldn’t believe her eyes. Standing before her was a young man. But this was not just any ordinary man. He was dressed in slightly dark blue tights that had a sleek, raised 3-D shield with a sleek, red-maroon “S” on it over a field of yellow that was also slightly dark and was inside a red-maroon shield, a yellow belt with that same emblem on it, except it was all slightly dark gold. He was wearing red-maroon, well, briefs over the tights. He was wearing red-maroon boots that came up to mid-calf that had an inward point in the middle of the shin and had a rubbery bottom with his emblem on them as well, even though Misty didn’t know this, because she couldn’t see the bottom of his boots. His sleeves went down to wrists. His neckline was a crew-neck cut (Where it just goes to the bottom of the neck and it looks like you’re wearing a t-shirt) and Misty noticed something else that she had missed, but was pretty obvious to every on else-he was wearing a red-maroon cape that nearly went down to his ankles. She went back to his muscle-defined chest (she’s attracted!) and noticed that the shield didn’t even go down to his abdominal muscles; it was just in his pectorals. The first thing she thought about when she saw him was, He’s handsome, although he looks like Ash. Could he be? Nah. She couldn’t believe that her friend could be this man.

“Are you alright?” The stranger asked, knocking Misty out of her trance.

“Yeah, sure.” She said, still looking at her costumed savior. This couldn’t be Ash, she thought. He’s confident, but not… cocky. And his voice is deeper. It’s not Ash. He wouldn’t save me himself, much less dress like this. But unconsciously, she asked out loud, “Ash?”

“Who is he?” The stranger asked. “I’ve never heard of this ‘Ash’ of whom you speak.”

“Oh, sorry, it’s just that you look like him.” She said.

“That’s okay. Looks like you saw some excitement.” He said.

“Yeah…” She said, still in her daze.

“Well, It’s all over now. Officer?” He turned to Officer Jenny, the lead investigator. “Have this girl taken to the hospital just in case she’s suffered any serious injuries,” he said motioning to Misty, “and get these men out of here.” he said, motioning to the Rockets who were all now handcuffed. Officer Jenny saluted him and he saluted back. He turned to both Jenny and Misty and said, “Well, I’m off. Carry on here, officer.” He said as he took off in the most unusual way: he flew. Misty was astonished.

Is he flying?? She thought. Now I’ve seen everything! And fainted again.

End chapter.

Just so you know, “frak” is what they use for the f-word in the new “Battlestar Galactica” series on Sci-Fi. I’m using it to get away with swearing, MWAH-HA-HA-HA!

By the way, sorry if this chapter’s too damn short. The next one will be longer.