Who Framed Marowak Wakback?

Chapter 8

By Marowak Wakback

Hitmonlee “Dex” Adams – Benny the Cab

Ash was a little pissed off now, not only was he helping a Morph out run the law, but they now they wanted to kill him, too. ‘What did I do to them? I mean sure, I’m helping the guy there trying to kill, but they had it in for me before they knew I was helping the bonehead. Doesn’t matter now. I gotta through an Aipom wrench in there plans.’ Ash thought to himself as he and Marowak ran outside.

“That was some slick thinkin’ back in the bar Ketchum! I just wish my head would stop pounding.” Marowak commented as his hand clung to his head.

“Come on Marowak. We gotta keep movin’, Wait!” Ash said as he spotted The Morph Patrol’s Armored Truck. “Let use this.” Ash said as he ran over to the drivers’ side. Marowak did the same on the passenger’s side.

“Come on Ketchum!! Lets get outta here!” Marowak Yelled.

“We can’t! There’s no key!!” Ash yelled back.

“Hey, Come on you Bimbo Bastards!!” Yelled a Jamaican voice the little window behind Marowak and Ash. “How my s’post to make a livin’ mon?”

‘Holy crap.’ Marowak through to himself as he turned to the open window. “Dex! Is that you?!” Marowak Asked.

“No. It’s yo Mama!” Dex Angrily and Sarcastically replied. “Get me Outta here Marowak!!!”

“Alright! Come on Ash! We got a ride! Open the back doors!!” Stated Marowak as he jumped out of the passengers and ran to the back door. He was so worked up with the guy in the back that he failed to notice a letter that fell out of his back pocket. Ash picked it up and put it in his own coat pocket.

As Ash reached the back door, Marowak just finished unlocking the back door. No sooner did he open the door, a Hitmonlee morph jump through the door. He was wearing a lose White T-Shirt, Baggy blue jeans, and a strange multi-colored hat. His hair was in dreadlocks, wore a pair of sunglasses, and a Cuban Cigar was hanging from where his mouth was suppose to be, Witch was not there. “Oh Yeah mon! Dat’s much better! Those damn Babylon’s looked me up for no reason.” Stated Dex as he then pulled out a Chinese taxi cart from the back trunk. “I mean it was only “15 miles” above the speed limit, Mon.”

‘How dose he talk with no lips?’ Ash thought to himself. His thoughts were interrupted by 5 Sneasel morphs running out of the bar and shooting at Marowak, Dex, and Ash. ‘Shit! No time to think, just act.’ Thought Ash. “Come on Bonehead!! We gotta move!” Yelled Ash as he pushed Marowak into the seat. Dex grabbed the handle and readied himself in a running position “Uh, Marowak? You sure your friend’s gonna be able to out run those Sneasel Bastards?” he ask, not quite sure what the fighting morph was going to do.

Marowak just grinned. “Tell me, have you ever seen some of my old movies?”

“No. WhyYYYYWOOAHHH?!!!!” He first asked, and then yelled as Dex started to run at an alarming rate.

“Back before my student, Mr. Green, came into the movies, Dex here was partnered with me as a combat duo.” Marowak stated. “ ‘Dex & Wak. The kick ass duo’ that was what they called us.”

“Yeah, to bad I broke me leg in that set accident. After me leg was as right as rain again, they fired me. Said I was washed up. So I do dis now to keep da money flowin’.” Dex said while still keeping an even running pace.

“Ok, that answers the questions, but do mind KEEPING AN EYE ON THE ROAD WHILE TRYING TO OUT RUN THE LAW!!!!” Yell Ash as he pointed to the back of them as the Armored truck with Jack, Victor, and Edgar in the front, chasing them down the road.

“Oh Crap! Ash, Dex, we’ve got company!” Marowak exclaimed.

“NO SHIT!!! REALLY!!!?” Both Ash and Dex yelled at Marowak.

“I’m gonna blow his head off!” Jack yelled. Then, with his Pistol in hand, he fired his gun out the window. However, the bullets just missed as a truck pulled out in front of the three.

“Dex!” yelled Marowak. “Look out for the . . . ” Dex’s Feet screeched across the road, the Taxi cart landing only inches from the truck. “Ketchum!” Marowak yelled again. “The cops are right behind us!” It was true. A group of police cars had also joined the chase, their sirens blaring and their lights flashing.

“Not for long, Wak!” said Dex. He then started running backwards, backing right into an alley. “Now they’re right in front of us!”

“Crap. Crap! Crap!! CRAP!!! DEX, TURN AROUND DAMNIT!!! NOW!!!!” Marowak yelled into Dex’s Face. Shocked by the sudden yell, he jumped to the side and spun the Cart around a few times before facing front again, which wasn’t easy in the small alley. The police cars began to follow. “The cops are still on our tail!” said the Earth Morph.

“I know the cops are still on our tail!” Yelled Ash. “What do you think I am, bli- DEX!!!”

All three watched in horror as the Black Armored truck charged straight at them.

“Crap! Crap! Crap! What do we do!?” Marowak asked franticly.

“Hang on tight!!!” Dex yelled as he came to a halt and squatted down so low that his face was an inch away from the ground.

“I’m gonna ram them!” yelled Jack as he sped the truck up.

“HIGH JUMP KICK!!!!” Dex Yelled as they shot right into the air and out of the way of the cops and Jack.

As Jack and the other Sneasels where stunned by Dex’s Skills in Jumping, they failed to notice the two cops that where coming at them they both collided.

Marowak and Ash were looking at the wreckage when Dex’s Voice caught their attention again. “Hey Wak? Wat do ya call the middle’ of a song ‘gan?”

“Uh, I think it was called… A BRIGE!!!”

“JUMP KICK!” Dex yelled, jumping up over the sidewall and into the traffic on the bridge. “So, where can I drop you two off?” Dex asked as soon as they merged into traffic again.

“Somewhere we can hide,” Ash stated.

“I know just da place,” said Chopper. “Oh, and fur da record, if you ever need a ride, just Whistle.”

Later, Ash and Marowak were in the top balcony at a movie cinema Dex had dropped them off at, watching the One Piece movie playing. The scene was in an open field where a man in a straw hat was facing off against some guy with a long nose.

“You came without fear. Don’t have any regrets, no matter what happens. This is the duel you wanted.” Stated Luffy with his arms crossed.

“Of course. Come at me with everything you’ve got. I’ll defeat you. I’ve already planned how I should defeat you.” Usopp replied. Back in the crowd, Marowak balling his eyes out.

“One Piece: The spirit of clashing men, is by far the best movie I’ve ever seen! The action, the Drama, I cry every time!” Marowak yelled as he wiped away his tears. At this point, Ash was getting real pissed off. So he grabbed Marowak by his back collar and pulled him into the set next to him.

“Will you shut up?! We’re supposed to be hiding. What wrong with you?” Scolded Ash.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you?” asked Marowak. “You’re the only one here not on the edge of there seat. Is there nothing that can break through that brick wall of yours?” He paused. “Hey Ash!” Marowak called, as Ash just moved his eyes in the direction of Marowak, He placed his sword right under Ash’s neck and hoped that would get him to react, but was disappointed when Ash didn’t even flinch. “Holy Crap, nothing!” he said in pure amazement. “What could possibly have happened to you that would turn you into such a cold man?”

“…You really want to know?” asked Ash, Marowak just nodded. “All right, I’ll tell you. A Morph killed my Partner.”

“What!? No way!”

“Yeah that’s right,” said Ash. His voice softened. “We were investigating a robbery at the First National Bank of the Pokemorph Isle. Back in those days, Richie and I loved going to that place. Thought it was a lot fun.” Ash paused, and smiled a little, remembering all those happy times before… it happened.

“Anyway, this guy had gotten away with 100 Million. We chased him down to a little dive on the edge of town and went in. Only he was expecting us. Next thing I know, something hit my arm I black out, the last thing I hear are these pain-filled screams… Broke a few ribs, and my Arm. Richie didn’t make it. Blood leaked everywhere on his face, it wasn’t real pretty to look at. I never did figure out who that was. All I remember was him looking down on me, the blood on his three fingered hands, that purple tail, and those Purple Eyes. He disappeared into the Pokemorph Isle after that.”

When Ash finished his story, he looked over to Marowak, only to find him balling his eyes out.

“No wonder you hate me… ” Marowak mumbled between his choked sobs. “If a morph killed my brother, I’d hate me too!”

“Oh, come on… don’t cry,” said Ash. “I never said I hated you.”

Wiping away the last of his tears, Marowak turned to Ash. “Oh yeah right! What about all the times you grabbed me by the back of my jacket collar and dragged me around?”

“Alright, Alright… I’m Sorry.”

“For real?”

“For Real.”

Marowak immediately perked up again. “Apology accepted!” he said with the Spirit back in his voice. “I feel a lot better now . . . ” He stopped as the screen darkened. “Oh boy!” he said, running back up to the front row. “Hey, is the intermission over yet? Oh, it’s just another stupid newsreel,” he said as the screen lit up again. “I hate the news.” he proclaimed, slouching onto his left arm and palm.

Just then, Flannery silently walked in and took a seat next to Ash.

“You got all my stuff?” asked Ash.

“Yeah,” said Flanney. “It’s all packed out in the car. I would’ve been here right after you called, but I had to shake the Morph Patrol.

“I would imagine so,” said Ash. “Uh… sorry for the mess in the bar.”

“Hell, Serving stupid drunks wasn’t for me anyway,” said Flannery.

“You should find yourself a good man, Flannery.” said Ash.

“But I already have a good man…” said Flannery.

Ash looked over to his girlfriend. They began to move their faces closer to each other, but just when their lips were about to touch…

“Ahhh…”

Ash and Flannery looked at Marowak, who had his head turned back to the seat behind him.

“Oh! Um, ‘Cough, Cough’ E-excuse me, don’t mind me.” Marowak mumbled with red on his bony face.

“You better get going, Ash.” said Flannery, snapping Marowak out of his stupor.

“I’m glad Richie ain’t here to see me runnin’ with my tail between my legs,” said Ash as he stood up.

“It’s not so bad, once you get used to it,” said Marowak as the three made their way out of the theater.

Ash made his way out last. But just as he was leaving, he heard the announcer from the newsreel talking, and something clicked inside his head. He ran back into the theater, just as a new story was being broadcasted.

Dateline: LA, California. Cloverleaf was on the move this week, acquiring two LA institutions: the LA Red Car dealership and the venerated Oak Movies Studios. Here, Mr. Oak is seen clinching a deal with Cloverleaf’s bankers and executives in one of the biggest real estate deals in LA, California history.

The light bulb in Ash Ketchum’s head shone brightly. “That’s it!” he exclaimed. “That’s the connection!”