Here in the Moonlight

*Misty*

I find myself in a barred cell, and a tiny bit of light leaks in through them. I look around and do not see either Ash or my backpack, or my pokémon belt.

“Ah, I see you’ve finally awaken, looking for something?” he sneers, “Giovanni is the owner of your pokémon now.” He laughs cruelly.

“Ash!!” I cry out.

“Looking for your boyfriend, hmmm? Well, don’t worry about him, we’ve got him taken care of.” he snorts derisively.

“What do you mean?” I cannot keep the mixture of hope and fear out of my voice.

“He tried to save you, It’s a wonder he got as far as the truck, but our men had plenty of guns and I think we emptied say… ten nine bullet clips into his weak little body, so I assure you, he’s not going to save you, nor are his pokémon, they are now Giovanni’s as well.” He grins at me.

He’s… He’s dead. NOOOO. I won’t believe it, he’s lying to me, I won’t believe it!!! “It’s not true!!” I yell.

He laughs again. And searches in his pockets. “Really, then you think he’d live through this?” He pulls out a picture of Ash, mutilated, bloody, with his arm outstretched towards the camera and an expression of immense pain on his face.

My heart stops. Surely team rocket wouldn’t be so cruel. Jessie and James would never do such a thing. I know though, in my head that this picture is real. But I will never stop hoping, and the strength of my heart will aid Ash in his hurt, and he will survive. Ah, this is what it feels like, to be in an argument with one’s own self! My mind, so logical has told me what has happened, but my heart will never believe it until I see him in person. So I can only wait, here in this cell, with no sign of night or day.