Who Framed Marowak Wakback?

Chapter 3

By Marowak Wakback

Richie Jackson – Eddy Valliant’s Brother.

Brock Slate – The Chef

Lighting a Cigarette with his Zippo, Ash leaded on a walk within the shadows and watched Mr. Tajiri knock on Delcatty Zel’s Dressing room door. “Delcatty my Dear, have no fear, your Honey is here.” Mr. Tajiri said in a singsong voice that made Ash’s stomach churn. Talking another drag from his cigarette, he ready he camera and walk over to the door.

Squatting down, He looked through the keyhole to see if he could a good shot from there. He never that chance as a clawed hand poked him on the shoulder hard. He turned around to find the Same Snorlax Morph that was at the door starring down at him. “Hey! What do you think your doing Asshole?” Snarled the Snorlax Morph.

“None of your damn business Fat Ass.” Ash Snapped back. Next think he knew, the Snorlax Morph grabbed the back of Ash collar, dragged him to the door, and flung Ash into a pile of Garbage.

“And don’t let me catch you snoopin’ around here again!” Snorlax yelled and slammed the door.

“Your Mother was a Wailord!” Ash Yelled back at the door as he brushed himself off. Just then, he heard voices coming from the window a little further down the alley. Sneaking closer to the window, he recognized the two voices as Mr. Tajiri and Delcatty Zel. Climbing on top of a nearby crate, he readied his camera to finish Gray’s dirty job.

“Are you ready Honey?” Mr. Tajiri asked in that same singsong voice.

“Not tonight. I’ve got a headache.” Replied Zel.

“But Zel,” Mr. Tajiri Pleaded “You Promised!”

“Oh fine…” Grunted Zel. “Just take off that damn Thunder Punch thing this time…” Ash prepared to take a few picture. ‘Click’ One Shot, ‘Click’ another shot, ‘Click’ one more. As Ash continued to do this, what Ash saw confused him to no end.

“Patty Cake… Patty Cake… Patty Cake!” Said Mr. Tajiri, continuing to get loader and loader.

“Oh Mr. Tajiri!” Yelled Zel.

While this went on, Ash continued to stare in confusion “What the hell…?” He mumbled to himself.

“Patty Cake… Patty Cake!”

“Patty Cake?! PATTY CAKE!!! AAARRRRRRRHHHHHHHHH!!!!” Marowak yelled and slammed both of his fists on to Gary’s Desk causing everything in the room to shake. “THAT… THAT BASTARD!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!” Marowak continued to rank. All the while, Ash and Gary were stunned by his power and confused by his reaction.

“Do you get why he’s so upset?” Ash whispered to Gary.

“I think it’s a Pokemorph thing.” Gary whispered in reply “I can’t believe it, I’ve bin working with Mr. Tajiri for years. I’ve never known him to be a player.” Gary them stated out load.

“I can’t believe it… I Won’t Believe It!” Growled Marowak as his temper began to rise again.

“You better believe it Bonehead. I took the Pictures myself.” Ash stated handing Marowak a stack of the pictures.

“No. NO! THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE!! ZEL MY GIRLFRIEND!!” Ranted Marowak as he flipped through the pictures until he threw them up into the air and landed all across the room. Gary had enough this; he grabbed a Liquor bottle from his mini bar and walked over to Marowak.

“Here, Drink this. It ‘ll make ya feel better.” Gary said as he offered the bottle to Marowak. Marowak grabbed the bottle and Chugged the whole bottle down. No sooner did the Skull Morph gulp down last of the liquor; he then dropped the bottle to the ground. It shattered on impact but Marowak just smiled a goofy punch-drunk smile. Now Ash was even more confused as he watched Marowak dance around like a schoolgirl.

“What happen to him?” Ash asked Gary as he poured himself a drink.

“Most Pokemorphs have a low tolerance to alcohol. When giving out a large amount of emotion, alcohol can reverse the emotion that is felt. In Marowak’s case, Happiness replaced his Anger.” Gary stated. “But even though there tolerance is low, they quickly burn off the alcohol and are drained of almost all energy. He should be back to normal soon.” Gary continued.

“…You’ve been hangin’ around Pokemorphs for too long.” Was Ash’s only response to Gary little science lecture. “Son of a bitch. I think you now owe me that other payment.”

“A deal’s a deal.” Replied Gary as he pulled a prewritten Check out of his inside coat pocket. After he handed Ash the check, he walked over to where Marowak laid on the ground panting hard with Blood shut red eyes. “Look, Marowak.” Gary Said as he put a hand on Ground Morphs shoulder. “I know this seems hard right now, but it’ll get better. You’ll fine someone better. Won’t he, Ketchum.”

“Yeah, A good lookin’ guy like that. He’ll have to beat the girls away with his Sword.” Ash sarcastically replied.

Something snapped inside Marowak. He shot up from where he was lying on the ground, turned to Ash and slammed him up against the walk. “Girls! What Girls!? Zel Is The Only One For Me! You’ll see! One Way Or Another, Zel And I Are Going To Be Happy!! CAPITAL H-A-P-P-Y!!!” Marowak then let go of Ash, walked to the window over the mini bar, grabbed the Bonesword off his back, slashed the window and jumped through the window leaving a stunned Ash Ketchum and Gary Oak. After a few minutes of being dumbstruck, Gary Finally said something.

“Well he took it better then excepted.” Was all he said as the rest of the blinder on the window fell to the ground.

Marowak walked out side the Pokesho Factory, dragging his sword on the ground; Eyes still blood shut, and tears running down his bony face. Finding a large box to sit on, He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. Within the wallet were some pictures of him and Zel at the Beach. This just brought a fresh batch of tears to his face. “Please Zel… Say it ain’t so.”

Back at Ash’s office, Ash was going though the Film he developed for this case. Sorting through the Mr. Tajiri and Zel shots. He soon came across some old photos of His trip to Hawaii ‘aww the good old days.’ Ash smiled to himself as he looked through the photos of his past. While flipping through the photos, he stopped on one as stared at it like he was burning a hole through it. It was a picture of him, Flannery, and his Partner\Best Friend Richie Jackson on the beach.

Slowly, he placed the picture down and looked around his office, there was a seat that had a lot of dust on it that engraved into said the name Richie Jackson. Across the rest of his desk laid newspaper articles and other pictures of the two in action.

But thing were never going to be like that again. Richie was dead. And there was nothing he could do.

Brock walked up to Ash’s Door and walked in. Their Brock found Ash passed out on his desk with an empty vodka bottle in his hand. ‘Not again.’ Brock though to himself as he walk to the back of Ash’s desk. He grabbed the Vodka bottle, picked up a near by trashcan and dropped the bottle in it with a large crash.

The crash jolted Ash back to consciousness. Brock then dropped the trashcan on the ground with a thud. That made Ash turn his whole body to the direction of the sound only to find his boss Chief Brock Slate starring down at him. When his Mind restarted, he groaned and slump back into his seat. “What do you want Brock?” Groaned Ash.

“What do you think?” Stated Brock in an annoyed tone. “Damnit Ash! I didn’t think you’d stoop so low!” Yelled Brock. “If ya needed money, ya coulda came to me!”

“Not so load.” Ash moaned as he clung to his head. “So sue me, I took a couple of dirty pictures.”

“That’s not it. Mr. Tajiri, The Bonehead took him out last night.” Said Brock in a grim voice.

“What?!”