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Last Call
The news comes much too quickly.
The blonde haired woman and the turquoise haired figure are but a blur of mixed color as they expertly run towards the three very familiar youngsters followed by a train of people. The trio is simply aghast and stupefied as they gawk at the mob of people running up to them. The hue of lemon darts from its masters shoulder down to the ground ready to attack, growling a rather menacing threat at the black pointed objects. The eldest with the tanned skin merely keeps calm, but inquiring the people with a suspicious glance. The third one, a fiery orange haired teen whips out her sphere metallic objects.
The woman straightens out her tight Police skirt, knowing very well the suspects in front of them will not like this part very much.
Mr. Ketchum? You are under arrest, she speaks covetously and almost oblivious of the ebony haired figure staring back in horror. He cannot believe it of course, but this is her job and she is expected to handle it with precaution and stealth.
At her signal, three men clothed in obsidian with shades ignore the rodents furious protest as they roughly grab it. Pika! It cries out plaintively, before quickly muffled by the rubber glove and the bag it was shoved into.
Ash Ketchum stares in anger, wrenching out his Pokeballs before they too are confisticated by more men tagging behind him. Misty Hanosea Waterflower lets out a storm of rage; her Pokeballs have been taken away as well. Brock Stone has managed to grasp one of his Pokeballs holding it high as a threat; the one holding a Forretress. The men grunts orders to each other, taking out a gun aimed purely at the Pokeball, which quickly melts under the heated shot. And Brock gapes in transfixed terror at what once was his Pokeball.
Ash Ketchum yells, desperately trying to kick his way out of the mens grasp, but they are much too strong. Misty swears, but they only prove to be a futile way of distraction. She seems to quiver with disbelief and rage, fists curling up before naturally held back by the gruff mens armed outfit. The older tanned teen for once becomes furiously angry, thoroughly vexed by this action. He isnt good at combat skills, but both of them try without success to pry their friend off of the mens clutches.
Whatever you think he did, he didnt do it! Brock Stone yells, hands slipping easily as ice off of Ashs last pleas. Before anything else could happen, the men gruffly grab the two allies and practically drag them to the police car apparently deaf to the screaming girl.
Witnesses, They dismissively explain with a simply wave of a hand, slamming the car door shut.
The car ride ends with a few curves, Misty and Brock ushering into the courtroom. They eye Ash currently seated in the suspect box with desperate curiosity. What had Ash, their loyal and faithful friend had done to deserve this?
Ash Ketchum, charged of murder of two teens late in their twenties, The familiar blonde haired judges booming voice easily sweeps over the whispers and furious protests of Misty and Brock. Ash merely stands there, paler then usual with his knuckles white as they press hard against the wooden desk. Is he denying it? Misty prays silently in her mind; please Ash, do something. Save yourself! You would never do this!
The two names were Jessie and James, along with a feline creature of their own, The judge continues, unaware of all threes petrified stare. The only guilty suspect is Ash Ketchum, a seventeen year old from Pallet. He was seen about thirty minutes right after they were found murdered. His record indicates he has had some misfortunate appliance with Jessie and James, also known as the infamous Team Rocket. He was also known for having recorded small meetings with them, proving himself to be capable of the crime.
Misty yells. They tried stealing his Pikachu every time though! It was self defense! They tried killing him countless times, when hewhen he, with the bomb and She falters off by the strange judges eerie glare, quickly curving into a malicious smile.
Thats not fair, Ash would never do that! Brock Stone firmly stands by his words, leaning over the witness desk in frustration. Hes our friend and we know he would never do anything like that!
The judge penetrates Brock with her steely look. And do you have proof for that, Mr. Stone?
Brock cannot answer back.
I sentence Ash Ketchum his life in jail, for murder on two innocent beings who have not severely damaged anything without a cause. Case closed, And she swings the dreaded mallet, slamming hard with an unfair crack that echoes through Ashs head repeatedly. He stands there, numb and paralyzed with fear and confusion.
Life sentencein jail?
I just cant believe it, I might as well go back to the Cerulean City gym and regain my position again, Misty Waterflower dismisses the reporters with a few words as she walks out with a sorrowful pair of eyes hidden underneath.
What are you going to do? Are you planning on journeying? They question endlessly, before Brock sighs heavily.
What else is there to do? I have to take care of my siblings in Pewter City, and journeying? That isnt going to happen.
Mrs. Ketchum has heard the news a while later, as she enters the jail building holding a melancholy note in the air. There in the jail cell sits a boy she has known for a long while, with untidy black hair. His brown eyes are facing down, refusing, failing, painful, hoping, and denying. He looks old and passed away already, as her heart grieves as any curse of a mother should. She stands there staring quietly for a moment, before whispering fragile and delicate words giving him pity.
Ashwhat has changed?
He sits there mutely not answering, ignoring the Pika! plaintively cried by an electric mouse, cheeks sagging from the lack of the pouches which had been removed for safety.
The judge removes her title of name, and stares at the picture of a very familiar hot tempered woman with long crimson hair, along with a meek pale blue haired man and a cat with an unusual distinction about it. She stares with sadness, something she has not felt in a while in her lonely heart. She has been known for many things with her unruly reputation, but this had happened much too quickly without any signs of a warning.
The man with the turquoise hair slowly comes up behind her, as she indicates to the old frame photograph, fingering it gently.
Cassidy smiles.
Jessie, Jamesthis is for you.
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