Shattered Reality



   Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokémon.  It is property of Satoshi Tajiri,
Creatures, Gamefreak, Nintendo, 4Kids Entertainment, and KidsWB.  I am
making no profit off of this story other than the entertainment of the
readers.  That’s profit enough.


NOTE:  I hate KidsWB portrayal of Ash and I’ve made him cooler.  This takes
place in 2054 just to let you know.  Ash is the Supreme Grand Pokémon Master
meaning he won in the Pokémon World Tournament.  It also means that people
admire and respect him very much so.  And to anyone who thinks I stole the
title from Ookido Shigeru, that’s a lie and he’s just upset that I’m a
better writer! *sniggers*    Now, for those of you who don’t already know,
~*~*~*~ means scene change, *SENTENCE* means translated Pokémon speech,
<SENTENCE> means psychic speech, ‘SENTENCE’ means thoughts, and if you see a
little (1) or (2) symbol, that means a note about something.  Kay?


   Ages:

   Ash – 17
   Misty – 17
   Brock – 17
   Giovanni – 35


   Chapter 1 – Global Assault

   Ash, Misty, and Brock ran along Route 34 desperately trying to make it to
the Goldenrod Pokémon Center before it started pouring.  Currently, it was
just sprinkling but by a quick glance at the wall clouds overhead, they knew
that they were in for a bad storm.  As they neared the end of the route
however, the storm grew in strength and it began pouring in outright
torrents of rain.  Bolts of lightning lanced from the sky dancing along in
the night with a brilliant flash.  The bolts of lightning mainly hit the
lightning rod atop Goldenrod’s radio tower but a few stray bolts came
dangerously close the group.  “Pikachu!” Ash yelled over the storm. “Deflect
the lightning bolts with your own!”  The small electric mouse nodded and ran
about 5 yards away from the Ash and the group and started firing bolts of
electricity at the oncoming lightning bolts.  “Quicksilver, Go!” Ash cried
throwing a Pokéball into the air.  Energy came forth from the ball and
materialized into a large Pidgeot.

“Misty, Brock, get on! I’m gonna go get Pikachu!”

The two hesitated for a moment, afraid to leave Ash alone out in this, but a
glance at Ash told them all that they needed to know.  The two trainers
nodded and took off as Ash ran the opposite direction towards his first
Pokémon.  Moving as quickly as his legs could carry him, he picked up
Pikachu and sprinted back towards Goldenrod.  Unfortunately for him, his
shoes didn’t have enough traction and he slid across wet grass into the side
of the guardhouse that marked the entrance to Goldenrod City.  Ash stood up
and ran through the gatehouse only to be thrown back through the window of
it by an explosion.  “This just isn’t my fucking day, is it!?” Ash growled.  
A loud crackle cut out any thoughts of self-pity he had.  Simultaneously,
all the TVs that displayed ads turned on simultaneously, broadcasting the
same message.  “Citizens of Goldenrod, you are now under siege!  My name is
Giovanni deRocketti, leader of Team Rocket.  As I speak, my men are taking
over this city.  Anyone who resists, is killed.  Aut I promise you, it will
be a slow, painful death,” Giovanni announced.  His voice echoed throughout
the city, reverberating through the empty alleyways.  Ash stood up and
brushed the glass off of his body.  A troop of rockets walked by and he
tried his best to hide.  “Hey, I think I see someone over there!” a rocket
yelled as he pointed in Ash’s direction.  “Shit!  Go Featherfury!” Ash
whispered releasing the tiny Pidgeot.  Unlike Quicksilver who was bred for
size and strength, this Pidgeot was bred for aerodynamics and speed.  Ash
quickly scrawled a little message on a piece of paper from his pocket.

“Featherfury, take this to the Elite Seven!  This is of the utmost
importance.  I don’t usually ask you to do this, but hit your top speed!”

The Pidgeot looked at its master for a second in worry.  She had never seen
him like this.  Regaining her senses and not wasting another second, she
took off.  “Hey, there’s a Pidgeot, and it’s carrying a message!!!  Shoot
it!” another rocket cried out.  The Pidgeot released a gust at the rockets
below, desperately trying to gain speed as it dodged between bullets.  Ash,
seeing the situation stood up and shouted, distracting the rockets.  “Oi!  
Peabrains!  Over here!!” Ash cried waving his arms.  These rockets were
definitely not the higher-class rockets, probably only hired because of
their ability as soldiers, not intelligence.  “Hey, is he insulting us?” one
asked.  Another one nodded and answered, “KILL HIM!!!”   Bullets ricocheted
off the asphalt in front of Ash and back flipped away from the bullets,
pulling out another Pokéball.

“GO REX!”

A very large, very mean, and very hungry looking Tyranitar materialized in
front of the rockets growling as it laid eyes upon them.  Only one rocket
was brave enough to speak, and all he said was, “Shit.”

“REX, USE FISSURE STRIKE!”

The Tyranitar looked at its trainer, nodded, and then jumped into the air.  
He then flipped upside down, his body spiraling and his fist out, and
dropped to the ground.  A millisecond went by before anything happened, but
then the ground burst open, buildings crumbled, and a fissure line opened up
right beneath the rockets, crushing all those who fell.  Ash had no qualms
about killing rockets.  Not after what had happened two years ago.

“Good job Rex, return!  Go Bronco!  Lets get to the Pokémon Center!”

The Tauros nodded and Ash tucked Pikachu under his arm hopping onto the
Tauros.  Ash grabbed one of the horns while he used his other hand to
tighten his grip on Pikachu.  With a slight kick to the flank of the Tauros,
they were off.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

   “ARGH!!  Where is he!?” Misty screamed pacing around the Pokémon Center,
“It’s been twenty minutes since he sent us here!”  Just then the electric
hum of the lights stopped and it went black.

“NOW WHAT?!”

Another minute passed and Misty was just about to open the door and leave
when a Tauros busted through the glass and metal of the Pokémon Center door.
 Ash hopped off Bronco and returned him to his Pokéball.  Misty growled and
attempted to hit Ash over the head until he grabbed her arm and stopped her.
 “WHERE WERE YOU?” she demanded.  “Trying to save my fucking ass, do you
have a problem with that?  In case you haven’t noticed which I doubt you
would through that thickhead of yours, Team Rocket has taken control of
Goldenrod City.  I was trying to inform the Elite Seven and stop the group
of rockets that were heading deeper into town.” Ash replied harshly.  He
kneeled down to the ground and took off his backpack searching through it.  
Finding what he was obviously looking for, he pulled two white spray bottles
out of his backpack.  One was labeled, ‘Revive’, and the other was labeled,
‘Full Restore’.  Ash sprayed the Revive on Pikachu first and then the Full
Restore.  “That’ll hold him for now but I could really use some bandages and
a good supply of electricity to bring him back up to full.” Ash declared as
he picked up the sleeping rodent and placed him in his backpack.  “So what
do we do about Team Rocket?” Misty inquired. “Do the usual and go kick their
ass?”

“No way Misty.  There are at least 700 rockets out there, all equipped with
assault rifles.  We wouldn’t stand a chance.”

The lights turned back on and Ash went for the remote.

“I take it that the people of Goldenrod have taken the power plant back.  
This has got to be on the news.”

He turned the TV to channel 98 and turned up the volume.  “This is Channel
98 News coming to you live from Indigo City.  As you can see Team Rocket has
also made a devastating strike here as in many other places.  We will now
hand it over to Linda MacDrackel who is live in New York City, America.  The
camera changed and now the view was of a British woman standing in the
middle of the street.  The rat-tat-tat of ammunition fire in the background
and screaming of the injured and mourning hit Ash with a bone chilling
sadness.  “Team Rocket has made a crippling strike upon New York City.  
American forces were sent in immediately but even with their now increased
defenses, they are struggling to defeat the onslaught of Team Rocket
members.  It seems we have underestimated Team Rocket for the last time.  
With 100 million people and over 500 billion dollars they are making it
difficult everywhere.  Rumors report that U.S. forces are considering
nuclear war.  The horror however, is not isolated to this city.  All over
the world there has been terror and destruction.  All of the Indigo Islands,
Orange Archipelago and many other places near the heart of the Pokémon World
were taken over.  For those of us who don’t know, Indigo is the heart of the
Pokémon World although all through the Earth there are different parts of
the Pokémon World.  Other attacks include Tokyo, Washington DC, New York
City, Dallas, Moscow, Rio De Janeiro, Berlin, Cairo, Sydney, Jerusalem,
Seattle, Los Angeles, Los Vegas, San Francisco, Hong Kong, Paris, Rome,
Mexico City, Tijuana, Baghdad, New Delhi, Singapore, Houston, Minneapolis,
London, Boston, Winnipeg, Edmonton, Sacramento, San Salvador, Santo Domingo,
Buenos Aires, Bogotá, Algiers, Vatican City, and Dublin.  Our military
forces cannot handle this alone.  I beg any citizens to help defeat Team
Rocket!” Linda cried.  There were loud shouts and cries.  Bullets riddled
Linda’s body and the screen went to snow.  “Holy shit…” Ash muttered, the
color drained from his face. “Guys…I have an idea.  The main military base
of Indigo Island is in Fuchsia City, and knowing Janine, she’s probably
defending it at all costs.  We go there and we gather some people up.  
They’ll listen to me, I’m sure they will.  Go, Blissey!  Teleport us to
Fuchsia City!”  The Happiness Pokémon nodded and glowed with energy.  There
was a flash of light and they were gone.