“Whispers in the Dark”


Chapter 9: Secrets of a Failed Plan


By: Crichton55


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Disclaimer: Why do I even need to waste the rest of my netbook's battery life on this needless way to say, “Ah, hell no. I don't own Pokemon!” Pointless....

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Movement out of the corner of Ash’s eye gripped his attention. Turning his head, he saw Mewtwo floating towards him, surrounded in a rippling blue aura.


A mixture of fear and hatred spread throughout Ash like cancer as Mewtwo's eyes began to glow bright blue.


He moved himself in front of Pikachu limp body, guarding him. “Get back, Mewtwo!” Ash's yell was hoarse, his throat screaming in protest. “Stay away from him! I won't let you hurt him anymore!” Mewtwo did not answer. Ash had not expected him to, but instead of speaking, the Pokemon continued to advance. He raised his bony, three-fingered hand and telekinetically tossed Ash aside.


Ash slid until he slammed into the wall. Getting up, he saw Mewtwo surrounding Pikachu in a bright blue aura, a psychic cloud that lingered for a few seconds before it swiftly vanished. Pikachu twitched his long ears, slowly attempting to rise to his feet.


Ash froze in paralytic shock. His thoughts screeched to a halt as he watched the electric mouse shook his fur like a dog. But how? Ash thought numbly. Pikachu killed himself with his own-


A low voice permeated the thick air. “Pikachu didn’t die, Ash. He was merely knocked unconscious.” Mewtwo was looking at him intently, the bright blue glow fading from his eyes, and at once Ash understood. The machine must have been destroyed by Pikachu's attack.


He turned to look at the frequency generator, but the tangled conglomeration of electronic foliage now resembled a melted and charred lump that gave off an extremely strong odor. The metal that had encased the unending circuitry appeared to have been twisted and contorted into a half-melted mass of steel that assumed no definite shape.


Ash turned back to face Mewtwo, but his attention was seized by a sudden yet strained movement. Giovanni was lying on his back, apparently blown backwards by the force of Pikachu's lightning bolt. He was attempting to get to his feet, wobbling precariously as he rose.


His expression was no longer triumphant, the dark smirk void from his lips. Giovanni instinctively knew that he had lost. Mewtwo glared at him with a razor-sharp stare, his eyes glowing blue once more.


Ash felt a hand close around his own as he observed Giovanni's erratic movements that slowly shuffled towards the door. He turned to face Misty, who leaned in close to whisper in his ear. “Ash, wipe that murderous look off your face. Don't tell me you're going to put a knife in his throat after you've already won or something?” Her tone was calm, yet Ash could detect a small fraction of her voice that was her usual stern personality. “Oh, yeah,” he growled, his gaze fixated upon Giovanni, who continued to inch towards the exit. “I'm gonna tear his legs off and make him feast upon his rotten flesh! Gimme your knife, Misty,” he commanded harshly, holding out his hand.


Misty said nothing. This was not the boy she knew. This wasn't the man she had fallen for. Ash glared at her with a powerful stare that made her spine tingle. “Misty,” he repeated. “Give me your knife.”


She finally found her voice, though she spoke in barely more than a whisper. “No, Ash,” she said. “I will not let you kill this man. He may have been the brains behind our sufferings these last few years, but I now see why he's so dark and evil.” Ash's gaze softened slightly, yet remained hard. “Because he's a bloodthirsty criminal tyrant that cares only for the welfare of Team Rocket,” Ash growled quietly, making sure that everyone save Misty was well out of earshot of their hushed conversation.


“If he's so bloodthirsty he would have killed us all the moment we came in here,” Misty hissed quietly. “The fact that we're still alive suggests that we aren't the ones he wants. Judging by what I've seen and heard here I think I know why he sent Jessie, James, and Meowth after Pikachu for all that time.”


This got Ash's attention. “Go on,” he whispered. Misty grinned slightly. “I'm guessing here, but when Giovanni first heard of Pikachu and his abnormal power for his level, you would think that he would want him to use for Team Rocket. I think he was actually looking for someone, and he figured his odds were better if he had a two foot high Pokemon that can destroy an entire building with one attack. That's why he had Mewtwo injected with the Serum, because he knew that he would become rebellious and seek our help,” she preached in a hushed voice.


Ash had become unable to avert his attention. His eyes remained glued on Misty as his thoughts went berserk. That explains why he created so much notoriety for himself. He wanted to make himself known to us just enough for us to make him an enemy. “So he thought that by allowing Mewtwo to become rebellious and threatening to take over an entire region, that would ultimately create a lure strong enough to make us come here, which would have enabled him to snatch Pikachu himself,” he whispered.


Misty nodded. “I think so, Ash,” she mumbled rather ecstatically “But I think there's more to it than that, Ash. I saw something at your house a while back. I remembered seeing it but I didn’t give it a second thought. On your mom's dresser, there are a couple of small patches about the size of a quarter. One of them had a PokeBall with the initials D.C. on it. Giovanni has a copy of the same patch on one of his shoes. The other patch had an Earth Badge and the initials G.R. on it. I think he has a copy of that one as well on the other shoe. Now why the hell would both your mother and Giovanni both have identical patches? You said earlier that there was a guy that your mom left after she got pregnant with you....”


“What are you saying, Misty?” he whispered nervously, though he was sure he already knew what was coming. Misty shuddered slightly. “I think you know, Ash. Giovanni is your real father.”


The effect was instantaneous. An explosion of immense anger and hatred spread throughout Ash's mind like cancer. No, he thought. He can't be my father. I hardly ever had a father. He attempted to launch himself at Giovanni, to make him taste the pain he had caused, but Misty was too fast for him. She restrained him, putting him into a full nelson. “Misty, let GO! He doesn't deserve to live!” he roared.


Misty intensified her grip. “No, Ash, I will not let go!” she yelled. “I don't like it-ugh-any more than you do!” Ash tried to throw her off, but her strength and grip was too strong, yet he continued stubbornly to fight her.


“Mewtwo, get ready to Teleport us, Giovanni, and the rest of the people that came here to Goldenrod Police Station, and immobilize Giovanni so he doesn't try anything stupid!” Misty ordered. “Grrr! Ash, I'm really sorry, but I have to do this!” she yelled, releasing Ash from his prison and spinning him around.


Misty wasted no time. As soon as Ash was facing her, she gave him a viscous heatbutt to the face, which sent him slamming into the floor. His vision swirled and darkened as he saw Misty crouch down and kiss him before unconsciousness claimed him once more.


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A/N: Hey! Wouldn't you knock someone out who was trying to wrestle his way out of a full nelson? I would, or at least I'd try anyway. I'm sorry if Ash and Misty might seem a little out of character, but I felt it was necessary to help wrap up this fanfic. I hope you're still enjoying this story. It's been too much fun to write and plan out how I'm going to continue it. Yes, I'm planning at least one sequel, possibly two if I can find a way to link them all together. And one more thing....I'm giving credit for the Giovanni part of the story to Cultnirvana. I couldn't have come up with half of the stuff here if it weren't for Cultnirvana's fic “Why?” Thanks, Cult, and thanks to everyone who have reviewed. They are much appreciated.