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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Pairing: In a very twisted way, there’s Championshipping (Ash x Lance)
Chapter 10
Nothing happened this time around either…
Lance closed her eyes and stopped struggling. Ash carefully tiptoed up to her side again. Lance was scary!
“Lance? Are you all right?”
“I’ll live.” The tone was bitter. “Oh yes, I’ll live!”
“Lance, I don’t understand at all…”
“You don’t need to… I’ll live!” The girl cried. “I don’t want to live, not without power, without anything-!”
“What do you mean, Lance?”
“Father is gone, and no matter what, the world’s not worth it! I don’t care anything – and what would it have cost, I’m such a foolish child!”
“Please calm down.” Ash begged, not sure whatever else would work in this case. “Please don’t-!”
“Dark… souls… dark things… dark hearts… dark wings…!” Lance called, and in a second, they were…elsewhere. That was the only description he could quite give… because wherever they were, it was scary!
“Lance…. Where are we?”
It was dark. That was the problem. There was nothing but darkness all around them. He wasn’t even sure how they could be standing and that was when he realized they weren’t standing, at least not in the conventional sense…
They were… floating.
“EEEK!”
“Was it really quite necessary of you to be so vocal and… annoying?” Lance drawled – as he – no, she, Lance is a girl, remember?
“Where are we?” He clung to her arm.
A pause. “Well, I think that we are in what is normally referred to as the Astral Plane a place that is loosely connected to the Dream realm and also the real world, and as such, our escort should be here soon – ah, here you are, Mewthree…”
Mewthree yawned. “Dragon Master. What are you doing here?”
“Please do not address me by that false title any longer…”
“Fine.” A pause, “Master of Dark Illusions. Why do you seek my company?”
“I wish to make a trade…”
That caught Mewthree’s attention. “A trade?” Eyes flickered over Lance’s form for a second. “Oh, that would be acceptable if I know what you’re thinking of. All right. But why is he here?”
“Accident.” Lance said shortly.
“Oh?” The cat’s eyebrows went up. “Fascinating. I would have thought… ah, but no matter, time moves strangely in death and I may have gotten my tenses confused…. Come with me.”
Ash was left sitting by the… er, entrance, or so he thought – there was kind of a misty-looking door that Lance and the pokemon went through…
He waited.
After a few moments, Mewthree came out alone.
“Well, I suppose you can leave now, unless you’d like to make a trade?”
“Huh?”
“Never mind. You never understand.” Mewthree waved a paw and then they were… gone. Well, Ash was gone. He landed with a thump and found himself back on his bed in his house in Cerulean.
May was sitting on the floor, motionless.
Oh no!
“May! May! Please, talk to me! What’s wrong?”
The baby was wholly stiff. Dead? If so, how long? He wasn’t sure, but he dialed 911 and then tried to figure out what was going on…
Officer Jenny showed up a few minutes later, sighed, said that she had probably choked to death on milk – milk! And sent her to the morgue.
Lugia, what was he going to do now?
Mother was going to kill him. Misty was going to kill him!
He hesitated, then took out his cell phone and dialed Lance’s number. The Dragon Master always knew what to do…
Ring… Ring…
“Hello, you have reached Lance Dragyn… if I’m not here, I’m either dead, plotting with Father, or unreachable by any other means. Please leave a message after you hear the Dragonite Roar.”
Silence.
He dropped the phone with a wild look. Dead? Lance couldn’t be dead? That was just a very creepy answering message; that was all!
… Right?
But he hadn’t seen Lance leave that creepy area either… oh Lugia, was he really dead? If so… wasn’t something off?
Crying.
He vaguely heard something like tears.
It was raining?
Something… something was wrong again… why was it raining? It was raining hard too, and the rain was…. Not the color rain was supposed to be. Rain was not black.
He was scared.
He gathered all his pokemon and then huddled under his bed, never mind that he wasn’t a child any more…
He finally had the courage to peek out the window after a few hours of the incessant drumming. He saw white.
A white pokemon… wasn’t that Lugia?
But Lugia was dead, wasn’t he?
Hmm…
There were other white pokemon though, like Latios and Latias… hm... Taking a look wouldn’t hurt! He poked his head out the window.
Lugia noticed him almost instantly.
And it beckoned with a wing.
So he walked out, and the next thing he knew, they had teleported again – this was not nice at all – and it was… underwater, wherever they were…
End Chapter
Completed 8/10/05
Death = fun
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