It Can’t Be True
Pikachu
Part 2

Monday August 1, 2005

Well, here’s the next revised part.

	It was shortly after midday when Misty decided to get out of the house for 
a walk around the lake. She needed some fresh air after the strain of worrying 
over Ash. She had bags under her eyes and her hair wasn’t as sleek as it used to 
be. It wasn’t exactly the best day outside. It was a dull, grey and overcast day 
with a hint of rain in the air. In fact, the weather pretty much resembled what 
Misty had felt like for the past two months about Ash. Every night since she had 
found out he had got called off to war she had been praying every night for him 
to return home safely. Everyday she hoped to hear that Ash had returned or that 
the war had finally stopped but no such news had been reported. All she kept 
hearing was how much the death toll kept mounting which didn’t improve her 
worries in the slightest but made them worse.

	“He has to be alright. He has to be.” Misty told herself over and over. 
She kept saying this even though the worry inside her mounted everyday that Ash 
was away. How come everything seemed so quiet? Maybe it was better that way 
since it meant Ash was still alive. Misty continued her walk towards the lake, 
passing through a clump of trees where the birds in them were singing happily.

	“Wish I could be happy.” Misty thought gloomily. She was only happy if Ash 
was here and since he wasn’t, she hadn’t been happy for awhile. Others may have 
thought she was but the truth was she wished she could just run away from 
everything. Leave it all behind. All the worries and suffering just to have a 
peaceful life that she had forgotten what it was like.

	As she rounded the corner towards the lake, she saw someone running across 
the bridge in tears. Misty felt sorry for her. Then as she ran closer, Misty’s 
heart dropped like a stone. It was Ash’s mom. Misty went running as fast as she 
could up to her.

	“Mrs. Ketchum! What’s wrong?” She said urgently. Mrs. Ketchum looked at 
her, tears streaming down her face.

	“Misty! I don’t know how to tell you!” She sobbed. Misty was dreading what 
she was about to reveal. She knew it had to do with Ash. But he couldn’t be 
dead. Could he?

	“Mrs. Ketchum. I need to know! Is Ash dead?” She asked. Mrs. Ketchum 
sobbed even harder but nodded. Misty felt as though thousands of bricks had come 
crashing down at her.

	“I got a call from the Military General. He said Ash was shot in the head. 
Quick death. But I can’t believe he’s gone.” She cried. Before Misty could say 
anything else, Mrs. Ketchum had run off again. Misty stood rooted to the spot in 
shock. Then slowly, the unimaginable truth began to sink in.

	“No.” She told herself, “He’s still here. There’s been a mistake.” She 
kept saying it over and over until another thought crept into her head. Why 
would a General lie? Finally, Misty realized that it wasn’t a lie. Ash had left 
Pallet Town, had left the world, had left Misty. Tears streamed down her face as 
it began to rain. She ran. How long she ran, she didn’t know. She was sick of it 
all. She was sick of life. Why did it have to happen? Still harder she ran 
through the blinding rain until she came to her house and finally collapsed on 
the steps and cried with a broken heart.

To be continued…

Okay. I let my dramatic side take over a tad on this remake. Opps. That’s okay 
though. Review!