A/N Ok, you know the drill, I don’t own pokemon, I also don’t own Monty Python, those of you who catch that.

Misty screamed. Her chest ached with fear, and her heart pounded in her throat. She grabbed the limp Sabrina’s arm and ran. Behind her the man who shot Sabrina footsteps echoed. Tightening her grip on Sabrina she ran harder. A bullet whizzed past Misty, thudding into the wall. Turning a corner, Misty slipped and skidded, crashing into the wall with a THUNK!

She tried to get up but couldn’t. Sabrina lay nearby, still bleeding from her wound. The man caught up to her. He raised his revolver and Misty knew she was as good as dead. Instinctively, she raised her arms to shield her face. Nothing happened. She lowered her arms, her would be murderer was in the air, surrounded by a glowing blue light. The revolver was on the floor, forgotten. Dragging herself over, she peeked around the corner. The other men lay unconscious on the ground, sprawled over each other as if they had dropped where they stood. Togepi stood on top of them. Her eyes were narrowed, and her arms glowed the same blue as her captive. With a “PII!!” she sent him flying into the wall. He slumped to the floor, blood oozing from his head.

Misty was shocked. She had never seen Togepi look serious. Glancing in Misty’s direction, she smiled and bounded over. Rubbing against Misty, she stopped and frowned. Worriedly, the little pokemn started poking at Misty’s ankle.

“Ow, Togepi stop that!” Misty ordered, “It’s just a twist.”

Togepi stared at her ankle for a bit more. Then, with a sudden flash of blue light, the pain was gone. Misty stared at Togepi, “I didn’t know you could do that,” she uttered. “Umm, can you do it on Sabrina too?”

The egg pokemon waltzed over to Sabrina. With much prodding and poking, she nodded yes. “Togetoge,” Togepi muttered in a sing-song chant. With an even brighter flash of light, Sabrina was healed.

Muttering incoherently, Sabrina sat up. Dazed, she looked around. “Wha-what happened?”

Misty grinned, “It’s a long story.” She suddenly remembered what the men had said, “C’mon, we’ve got to get going! We’ll split up, wake up as many people as you can. I’ll meet you outside, west gate, in half an hour. If we have time I’ll explain there.”
Sabrina nodded and hurried off, her long, dark hair flying out behind her. Misty glanced at Togepi, “Well, I guess we had better start with Gary.”

The two walked into her room. “Okay,” Misty said, “you wake up Gary, and I’ll get the other pokemon.”

Togepi nodded her agreement and waddled into the bedroom. Misty ran over to the table and scooped up the 11 poke balls lying there; hers and Gary’s. She was about to see if Togepi had succeeded, when she heard a crash and a yell.

Running into the bedroom, she burst out laughing. Togepi was sitting on the bed, arms still faintly glowing. Gary was soaked. Togepi had poured a pitcher of water all over him.

“Your stupid pokemon just poured water on me,” he shouted, his face was red with anger.

“Calm down Gary,” Misty replied, still fighting with her urge to laugh, “Besides, we have more important things to worry about, now grab some clothes, and get some food, I’ll explain later.”

Two minutes later the trio was out the door. Splitting up, Misty and Togepi ran down the hallway, Gary ran in the opposite direction. Finally Misty reached Ash’s room, his room was the closest to hers. Slowing down before she got there, she noticed that the door was already open. Sidling over, she poked her head around, Petunia and two men were dragging a sleeping Ash and Pikachu out of Ash’s bedroom. She had to put a stop to this. “Golduck,” she called I choose you!”

The 3 turned around, shocked to see her. Petunia was the first to recover, “Get her!” she cried harshly.

Too slow, “Confusion.” Misty said, her voice and eyes were like ice.

Rushing over to Ash, she kicked Petunia’s body out of the way. “Golduck, wake him up with water gun, Togepi find Ash’s poke balls.

Golduck quickly complied and Ash woke up spluttering. Looking as dense as dense could be. For the third time that night Misty had to give a quick explanation and hurry off. Once again she ran in the opposite direction of a good friend with the possibility of not seeing them again. This time, however, it felt different.,

In the half hour that passed Misty woke up Tracey, Delia, Rudy, and Rudy’s sister before she had to hurry to the west gate. (For those of you who don’t know, Rudy was the Orange Island gym leader who fell in love with Misty)

Out of breath, Misty arrived at the gate. She quickly tabulated who was there: Everyone she had woken up, including Ash, Gary, and Sabrina; Agatha, Bruno, Prof. Oak, Whitney, and Brock, but no May. When they saw her, everyone, except Brock, crowded around asking for an explanation. Sighing, she gave a quick an explanation as she could, amid gasps and whispers. Misty paid them no mind, why was Brock looking so sad, she wondered.

Making her way to Ash, she asked, “What’s with Brock?”

Ash had been sleepily staring at the ground, looked startled, and glancing quickly at Brock replied, “Oh, umm, it’s sad, you see, Sabrina found him bleeding on the floor of his room. There was a big mess. It looked like Brock had given some fight. So Sabrina gave him a restore, and all we’ve been able to get out of him was something about May and her being hurt. I don’t think he’s sane right now, Mist, I really don’t.”

“Well,” she said, “I’ll see what I can to do. Hopefully, he might be a little more, err, sensible now.”

Ash shook his head slowly, but as Misty left, he called out, “You did well tonight, I’m proud of you.”

Misty blushed, Ash hardly ever complimented her. They had always been friends, but they had spent most of their time arguing, so this really meant a lot to her. (Ugghh, better slow down, this is getting a little too sentimental for my tastes, next thing you know, I’ll be talking about feeling fuzzy inside. Enough rambling back to the story!)

As Misty drew closer to Brock, she realized he was talking to himself. “Brock, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice full of concern.

For a moment he didn’t reply, then he cheerfully replied, “I’m sorry the number you have dialed is insane right now, Please try again later.”

Misty growled, a low deep sound from her throat. She didn’t need this. “Brock,” she snapped, “get a hold of yourself!”

She was about to reach for her mallet when Ash stopped her, “Misty, calm down! I know you’ve had a tough night, but we need to plan, or get to safety, or something.”

Misty shifted her glare so that it rested on Ash . For a moment his face was dense, terrified, and determined, the way it had looked when she had given him that glare as children. Then, it switched to a cocky determination, the type of look when he was battling a tough opponent. Misty groaned, she knew that look all too well.

Surveying the mass of tired, terrified people Ash said loudly, “C’mon! We can do this! We have a tough situation on our hands. We need to work out a plan, but mostly we need to work together, ok?” For all the world he sounded like he was giving a pep talk to his pokemon before a battle, but Misty was the only one who seemed to notice as the small crowd broke into shouts of agreement.

Sighing, Misty knew that the night that lay ahead would be harder than what she had faced already.

A/N Well what do you think? I know this is shorter than my last one, but it’s got quite a bit of action. Remember to keep in mind that this is my first fanfic. Ok, I know that none of the questions I asked last time were answered, and they’re not likely to be answered in the next part. In fact, I have more! MWAHAHAHAHA!!! What is the air and speed velocity of an unladen swallow? And what does the mysterious organization want with these people? And why did they take May and not Brock? And why did they try to kill Misty and Sabrina, but not Ash or the others? Heck, I’m not even sure on a couple of these! Oh yeah, a couple more things. I do plan to have Pikachu be more of a character, and less of a background decoration later and read Charmander and Pichu!!! He’s good, not as good as me, but then again, no one is. *Ego swells up into size of Manhattan* Over and out!