Prologue
 
 Our heroes were camping on top of Mount Killayouifayounotcareful. It’s 
icy/rocky peak is a great place to catch some hard to find pokemon, such as 
golem, glalie, and jinx. So Ash, of course, thought it would be a good place to 
train his charizard. (Actually it was Brock’s idea, because Mount 
Killayouifayounotcareful has hot spring resorts, and he wanted to meet girls.) 
At the moment though, they were arguing as they camped out on the side of the 
mountain.
 “Ash! Why are we out here freezing, when we could be warm in the resort 
hotel?!” shouted Misty. Her fiery temper did nothing to warm her body up. Her 
orangey hair had a few ice crystals in it, and let’s face it: Misty just doesn’t 
dress for cold weather. 
 “Well, I can’t very well train in a hotel room, can I?” was Ashes reply. Brock 
was excluded from the conversation, as he was too busy sulking about meeting all 
the girls in the ski lounge a few miles up the mountain. If he wasn’t mumbling 
occasionally, you’d think he was asleep, what with those squinty eyes of his.
 “Look,” said Ash, “I’m going to go take Pikachu and Charizard and look for wild 
pokemon. You two can go up to the resort and relax while I’m gone. Sound good?” 
 “Well…….” Misty said, “I guess it would be alright. So long as you don’t get 
into trouble. What do you think, Brock? …..Brock?” Brock, having heard Ash say 
to go on up to the resort, was already halfway there. You could here him 
shouting about beautiful girls even at this distance.
 Misty sighed. “Alright then,” she said, “just be careful. Those three idiots 
are here somewhere.” Of course, the three idiots she was referring to were Team 
Rocket, who were in fact digging a pitfall trap at that very moment.
 “I’ll be careful! What could go wrong?” Ash said, “Oh, take my other pokemon 
with you, they deserve some relaxation.” He turned to his faithful friend, 
Pikachu, “Ready to go buddy?”
 “Pika pi!!!” (You betcha!) Was the electric rodent’s reply. And off they went.   
Misty sighed again and started after Brock. Two hours later, there was an 
explosion. Misty and Brock, (who had finally stopped for Misty) stopped dead in 
their tracks, as the explosion was immediately followed by a loud rumbling. They 
were worried about Ash, but they didn’t need to be. An Officer Jenny (Why do 
they all look the same? Clones I bet!) came by the resort shortly afterward 
asking if anyone knew Ash Ketchum. Brock and Misty said they were. Jenny handed 
over Ashes pokedex, jacket, and slightly bloodied hat. “I’m afraid he was caught 
in the avalanche that was caused by the earlier explosion. This is all that we 
could find. He has most likely frozen to death by now. I’m sorry.” 
 Misty and Brock looked like someone had just hit them both in the stomach with 
a sledgehammer. “Dead? But that can’t be!” exclaimed Brock. Misty just stood 
there, looking like someone told her everyone on Earth was just diagnosed with a 
malignant brain tumor.
 “I’m afraid it is. I’m going to have to ask you to go to his home town to 
inform his family. If we find his body, we’ll send it. These tickets will get 
you both a plane back to Pallet Town.” 
 Officer Jenny handed the tickets over and left. Brock and Misty went to a 
nearby airport the next morning. They told Ash’s mother Delia in person what had 
happened, because they couldn’t bear to tell her on the phone. Arrangements were 
made, but before the funeral could start, they had to get in touch with some 
people….. 
 Chapter 1
 3 Weeks Later
 Ash’s funeral was finally today. The various people Ash had met during the 
course of his adventures had gathered to pay their respects. Brock and Tracy 
were busy shuffling to-and-fro with trays of food while Misty and Delia greeted 
people as they came in. The funeral was being held at Prof. Oaks lab. As Brock 
was carrying a tray of food out into the hall, he unfortunately crashed into an 
arriving guest, causing all of the food he was carrying to fall onto the ground, 
along with Brock.
 “Ooh, sorry man,” the young boy exclaimed. He helped Brock to his feet. “I 
should’ve been watching where I was going.”
 “No problem,” Brock said. “Hey, if you don’t mind, could you help us carry this 
food out to the other guests, we had no idea that so many people would show up, 
and we could use another pair of hands.”
 “Well I don’t think I can offer another pair of hands…..,” The boy said. Brock 
actually looked at him for the first time. He was missing his left arm.
 “Oh. Ummm sorry, I didn’t see…” Brock trailed off.
 “No biggie. Happens all the time. My name is Rick.” Rick was dressed quite 
plainly: brown jeans, brown shirt, and a nice pendant with a red jewel. His hair 
was red, and his eyes were black. All in all, not bad looking.
 “Did you come for the funeral?” Brock asked. 
 “Ummm… yeah, that’s probably why, considering that the sign outside says only 
people attending the funeral should come in.” Rick replied.
 “Oh, yeah.” Brock mumbled. “Just how do you know Ash?”
 “Oh, I used to live here in Pallet. Ash was friend of mine, so I came to town 
when I heard about his death.” said the young lad.
 “Well go on in with everyone.” Brock instructed. When Rick was gone, Brock 
turned to Misty. “Did you see that guy?” He asked. 
 “Yeah,” she said. “he said he lost his arm in a pokemon attack. All the nerves 
were ripped out, so they couldn’t even give him a prosthetic.” 
 “Ouch, I wonder how long-”
 Brock was cut off by another voice, “Brock, Misty!” It was Richie, a kid so 
much like Ash it was weird. 
 “Richie!” Misty said, “I’m glad you could make it! Sort of…” 
 “I didn’t really believe that Ash was dead until just now, when I got here…..” 
Richie said. “ How did he die?”
 “Team Rocket dug a pitfall that would collapse under Ash with some explosives. 
…But the explosives triggered an avalanche and…. Ash was caught in it.” Misty 
explained.
 “Oh man, that’s horrible!” Richie said. 
 “Go on in with everybody else.” instructed Misty. She turned to Brock. “Well 
that should be everybody, lets get this over with.”
 Outside, another funeral was taking place. Bulbasaur, Squirtle, Bayleef, et al 
were centered around 2 small graves. Though they mourned for their fallen 
master, their sorrow for Ash could not match their sadness over Pikachu’s death. 
Ash’s remaining pokemon erected a monument to him. When news of Ash’s death 
spread, surprising visitors came to pay their respect. Mewtwo for instance.
 “I grieve for the death of this human. He was… superior in many respects.” he 
commented. The various pokemon Ash had released over the years had managed to 
attend as well. A small service for Pikachu and Charizard was held by the 
pokemon, and was suspected to be the first funeral to be held by pokemon for a 
human and his pokemon. Needless to say, Prof. Oak was recording the entire 
thing. His young assistant Tracy Sketchit was also present, but instead of going 
into his usual sketching frenzy, he seemed to be unable to even lift his pencil. 
His mind was far too busy thinking of Ash. Tracy owed pretty much everything he 
had to Ash, from the many sketches of pokemon that he had accumulated to 
becoming Prof. Oak’s assistant. It would not have happened if he and Ash had 
never met. Eventually, he and the professor had to leave for Ash’s burial. 
That’s when things started to fall apart. 
Chapter 2
 At the end of the day, the eulogy and burial had taken place. (The burial was 
really just for show. They never found the body after all!) Everyone was eating 
lunch at Oak’s place.
 Brock was hitting on a few girls and was actually pulling it off. He was about 
to get a phone number or two when Misty pulled him to the side.
 “Hey! Come on! I was actually gonna get their numbers! I mean geez! For once I 
get a bit of luck and you come and ruin-”
 “Brock, shut up and listen! There is a lawyer here to see us.” Misty explained.
 “Wha? A lawyer? But I’ve been obeying all my restraining orders! I think….” He 
said. He began counting them all on his fingers.
 “No you haven’t and it’s about Ash’s will.” Misty yelled.
 “Huh?” Brock was confused. “Ash made a will?” 
 “Looks that way, yes. He’s inside, let’s go!”
 Inside Professor Oak’s lab, Misty and Brock joined Gary Oak, Professor Oak, 
Delia Ketchum, Richie, and Tracy. They were all seated around a large wooden 
table (Oak of course!) and all looking very confused. 
 “Are we ready to begin?” The lawyer asked. “Good. Now it seemed that Mr. 
Ketchum left a number of things for each of you in the event of his death. I 
won’t bore you all with the details and just tell you what you each received: To 
Mr. Gary Oak, the deceased left his pokedex. Here you go.”
 “Hmmph! Well at least he was good for something in the end.” Gary smirked. 
Surprisingly, the only person who said shut up was Tracy. Richie looked as 
though he was halfway to wrapping his hands around Gary’s throat. 
 “May I continue? Thank you. To Mr. Brock: he left his jacket. To Ms. Misty, he 
left his backpack. To Mrs. Ketchum, his hat. To Prof. Oak: all the pokemon he 
owned for his research. And finally: to Mr. Tracy and Mr. Richie, all the money 
he had collected over his life, amounting to about 3,000 dollars each. Well 
that’s everything, I’m gone!” With that he got up and out the door.
 Needless to say everyone was speechless, everyone except of course, for Gary. 
“I can’t believe that you two losers ended up with all his cash! Well I say good 
riddance! We’re all a lot better off without him! Brock can finally get a girl, 
Misty can hook up with that Rudy guy, Mrs. Ketchum will finally get that workout 
room she always wanted, and I can finally-”
 Gary was cut off at this point, because Richie had leaped across the table, and 
was currently trying to knock out all of Gary’s teeth. Tracy ran over, but 
instead of breaking them up, he started stomping on Gary’s torso. It took 
everyone else in the room to get Gary out of their reach, when Rick walked in. 
“What’s going on?” He inquired.
 “This bastard over here is saying that we’re all better off without Ash!” 
shouted Richie. 
 “I don’t need this!” said Gary. “I’m off!” And with that he was out the door.
Everyone began to disperse, except for Richie and Tracy. Tracy pulled Richie 
over to the side and said, “Richie, I don’t think that Ash is dead, do you?”
 “No way! He was too much of a die hard! They never did find his body, maybe he 
survived somehow!” 
 “What are we waiting for? Let’s search Mount Killayouifayounotcareful until we 
find him, or real proof that he’s dead!”
 And with just that they were off. Meanwhile, at the grave of Ash, three figures 
were standing. They didn’t say anything and after a while left. Some said it was 
Team Rocket, but people doubted it, besides, it looked like there was only one 
human. Back with Tracy and Richie now! By the next morning they were well on 
their way. It was many months before anyone heard from them. During that time, 
the others continued on with their lives. Brock went back home and finally got a 
girlfriend. (A Nurse Joy, no less!) Misty ended up going steady with Rudy. He 
moved to Cerulean City just to be with her. And Delia continued on with her life 
as she always did since Ash left on his journey. For a while they were happy. 
Tracy and Richie had no luck finding any sign of Ash. It was as though he was 
taken off the face of the Earth. Eventually they found out what happened, on 
their way back to Pallet, but Ash was not what they expected……
Epilogue
 It was 3 months after Ash’s funeral, and Richie and Tracy had pretty much given 
up hope. They were walking back to Pallet when they met an old friend.
 “Hey look it’s Rick!” Tracy exclaimed. 
 “What have you guys been up to all this time?” Rick asked. 
 “We’ve been looking for Ash, but we just couldn’t find any trace of him.” 
Richie explained, disappointed. 
 “Have you now? Well then I guess I could tell you something I know. I happen to 
know what happened to Ash, and where he is!” Rick said with mild interest, as 
though he were revealing the location of a taco stand or something.
 The two friends just stood there dumbfounded for a minute. Then they quickly 
followed him into the woods. The woods didn’t seem to be on any map, and it’s 
trees were black and foreboding. Rick led them to a secret waterfall that was 
simply majestic. “Go on through. There’s a cave on the other side.” 
 As they went through, they got soaked from head to toe. But their months of 
searching were rewarded by what they saw in the cave. Charizard was sleeping in 
a corner, with none other than Pikachu across from it. But Ash was conspicuously 
absent. 
 Richie was confused. “Hey, where is Ash?” 
 “Yeah! You said you would take us to him!” agreed Tracy. “Where is he?”
 Suddenly a familiar voice spoke. “Why I’m right behind you!” 
 Richie and Tracy whirled around, but what they saw was only Rick. But something 
was wrong. All the red in his now wet hair was coming out, revealing his true 
hair color: black. Then they understood, it was a red hair dye! His eyes had 
changed as well. They had gone from black to chocolaty brown. It was not Rick 
who stood before them, but Ash Ketchum. Minus an arm, but otherwise whole.
 “WHAT??!! ASH??? IS IT REALLY YOU??” Shouted Richie.
 “Yes, my apparently only faithful friends. Say hello to our guests Pikachu.”
 Instead of a friendly greeting, however, Pikachu issued only a loud hiss. Much 
to the confusion of Richie and Tracy. “Dude, what’s up with that?” asked a 
slightly frightened Richie. 
 “Oh, don’t mind that. He’s just forgotten who you are. Don’t worry though, 
you’ll have plenty of time to get reacquainted.” Ash said in a calm, almost 
scary voice.
 Tracy did not like where this was going. “What do you mean Ash?” He asked, with 
more than a little fear in his voice. 
 “Probably what you think I mean. You two are going to stay in this cave for a 
few days. I need to get a few things done before I get back to my old life, and 
I just can’t have you two running around telling everyone I’m alive. In fact it 
would really ruin the surprise for a few certain disloyal individuals.” He 
replied with a smile. The smile, however, failed to reach his eyes, which seemed 
to be changing color again. But this time to red. The red pendant he wore around 
his neck was glowing a bloody crimson. 
 The two boys had unfortunately failed to notice that Charizard had woken up, 
and had snuck behind them. They realized this now, but by now, Charizard had 
tied them up. As they protested, Ash was preparing to leave. Pikachu was already 
on the other side of the waterfall, and was only waiting for Ash and Charizard.
 “Sorry about the rough stuff guys, but don’t worry, I’ll be back in a couple of 
hours!” He assured them. As he walked out, Pikachu jumped to his shoulder. “Are 
you ready Pikachu?” He asked his oldest friend. 
 “Pika pi chu!” (Yes. Let’s kill them all!) was his reply. Just like his 
trainer, his eyes were red.
 “Good. Because we are going to make them pay for abandoning us! Every. Last. 
One. Of. Them.” He suddenly screamed into the sky. “THEY’LL PAY!!!!!!!!!!!!”
 And with that, he walked on with his two pokemon to exact his vengeance.