9Sorry for the wait. I have been busy doing stuff, my depression is long gone by now. Well, for now.
I hope you like my last chapter of Michael's Legendary Quest and Sapphire Desire, although I am sadly stuck on Sapphire Desire. Its kinda sad, It has never been this bad before :(.
But I am trying. Welcome back to my action-packed story Ash Ketchum:RoaH! Wish me luck!
Where we left off:
CHAPTER TWO: THE SACRIFICE!
Ash and Michael were being chased by the evil PokePhilet squad in the air. As an act of desperation, Micahel made the ultimate sacrifice to let allow Ash Ketchum, the Resistance Leader, to escape unharmed. Ash saw Michael go down with his own two eyes.
After a long wait, Intel states that he still alive, and that the enemy is trying to find a way to use his gift for their own purposes. Ash is unable to get him out of the Philet base that he is located in. But will their agents inside the organization get him out alive, or will they die along with him? Will he ever see the girl he loves again
CHAPTER 3: The Escape, Part 1
Michael paced around the room for what seemed like the twentieth time that day, it would have been more if in wasn't for the occasional threats and beating he got almost every other hour of the day. He started to notice that were getting more and more annoyed at him now, the sessions becoming longer and more life threatening. He just couldn't tell about his gift. His blessing. His curse.
He wiped the blood from his nose once again, the blood starting to stop flowing, thank Arceus for that. He ate a piece of the stale bread they gave him Monday. It was Thursday now, the soldiers would tell him the days for some reason. Probably not good ones, too.
He could feel it. Things were getting bad really quickly. He needed to act now. Today, or never again, for sure. He just needed the right time.
"Which seems to be taking forever." Michael groaned, his hands in his nasty and dirty hair, wishing he had the option to take a shower. He laughed at the thought of his mother telling him to bath, wash, and check for ticks everyday of his childhood.
He clinched his fist when he heard the door's lock release, watching another soldier walk in his cell, his temporary home.
"Good morning, Mr. Genix."
Seth looked at the watch that was built into his right arm's armor. The time was going by too slowly. He was having trouble sitting down, standing around, or just pounding against the training dummy.
His shift for Genix was in two and half hours away from now. Who knew what they were doing to the poor teenager. Something you couldn't help but think about. And you didn't even want to. This base is well known for its torture and information extracting methods.
He knew, he had to watch it for his initiation into this dang place. He still couldn't get the images out of his mind. Wars have that impact on people. Some people are strong, like Ash and Michael. Others...aren't so lucky.
He wiped his face off with his sweat towel, and began walking toward the showers. He had plenty of time to waste, he was trying to make time fly by right now. His shift needed to start as soon as possible, for Michael's sake.
Ash checked the status update of the Resistance. Including Michael, they had lost three people. One man and a woman. Anne Queteg and Martin Vaslas both confident and capable people He remembered Michael being close friends with the both of them. If he ever did come back, he would probably not be the same.
He found it ironic how he said he couldn't waste anyone, yet so many people volunteered for the raid it was unbelievable. He turned them all down, saying he had people on the inside that could help Michael without risking too many lives. The volunteers had reluctantly complied.
Gary, Tracey, and Professor Oak were all busy healing Pokemon. Everyone was on their reserves, some down to their last two. Brock was also feverishly working as well, Gavin helping him as much as he could.
Pikachu and Pichu were attempting to boost the other Pokemon's morale. They needed as much as they could get. Raichu was still pretty depressed about his trainer. He has refused to eat the last couple of meals, not in the mood to eat while his trainer was probably starving, or worse.
May was busy comforting Misty. Michael was her best friend at this point. Gary couldn't do anything for his girlfriend due to his work at the clinic. Misty cried so many times that May looked like she might have been walking in the middle of a thunderstorm. May thought Raichu was bad.
Dawn had also been hurt by the young man's disappearance. Even Gavin had trouble consoling her, it was almost like he was putting her through therapy.
Gavin and Michael had never really gotten along. Michael was the kind of person that ran in head first, thinking he could save any and everyone. Michael would act first, and think later, not ever thinking of any possible consequences. He was reckless, headstrong, and stubborn. But for some reason unknown to him, everything went well for him. Well, except this last time around.
Michael was a great leader, dont doubt that. He would never throw anyone right into harm's way unless he saw no other way. He would send himself instead, no wanting to get anyone else injured. Michael believed in the sacrifice of one for many, which wasn't a bad philosophy. Gavin just wished that Michael would think up a few strategies here and there. It wasn't too much to ask for, right?
"I can't believe it! Gavin, why would he do that! There had to another way!" Dawn cried into the rebel's chest once again, drowning him in more tears. Gavin was blushing by how close they were, but he forced those thoughts out of his head rather quickly.
"He saw no other way. Can you blame him for being narrow minded?" Gavin winced at the way he said that. It wasn't meant to be an insult. He intended to point out that Michael could only think saving others, not himself.
"But why!" She shifted against him. As if trying to bury her sorrows deep into his chest. "Why would he do this to me! TO ALL OF US!" She continued to sob like that, finding no comfort in the pats on the back that Gavin gave her.
He couldn't help but feel jealous at how much she cared for him. She didn't cry like this when Ash didn't show up for quite a while.
"Dawn. Ash promised he would make it back. You know Ash rarely breaks his promises." Dawn sniffled, wiping her nose with her forefinger, her eyes and nose very puffy and red. She looked kinda cute like that.
"I guess your right. I need a tissue." Gavin handed her another one, looking down at the five empty boxes at the ground. She blew her nose, putting it in the huge trash can right next to her and Gavin.
"Let's see if we can find May. She had always been able to cheer you up. Besides, having a girl on girl chat could be good for you." Dawn nodded, getting up off the couch. She put her beanie on top of her head after brushing her hair a little bit. "Thanks Gavin."
"No problem. The least I can do." Dawn gave him a weak smile, then exited the room a little sluggishly. As soon as Gavin saw her leave, he laid back against the couch and let out a breath of air he had been saving for quite a while.
"Okay, now that this is taking care of...time to look for Ash." Gavin looked at his wet clothes for a second there. "After I change into something more presentable."
Seth was on his well to Michael's cell. Sure, he had about fifteen minutes, but her was sure the guard currently in session wouldn't mind getting off a little early. He saluted the Colonel about half way there, still intimidated by how tall the guy was. He found it, unsettling.
He put in the pass code, the door sliding open breath-takingly fast, for a change. He rent into the room, noticing Michael slouching on the bed, the guard having no luck in getting answers out of him.
The man looked over to Seth, an eyebrow raised at why he had been interrupted by a simple recruit.
"I am sorry to halt your progress. I am here for my shift." Seth coughed once, trying to break the tension in the air. The soldier didn't seem convinced in the least.
"You are ten minuted early." Seth noticed that the soldier was getting a little suspicious.
"Surely you wouldn't mind a few minutes off, hmm?" Seth crossed his arms, awaiting a response.
"THANK GOD!" The soldier grabbed Seth's hand and shacked it frantically. "I have been here for hours and hours on end! Thank you again!" The weird guy ran out the door, ecstatic that he could get a break at all. Seth laughed at the poor guy. Guess he wasn't the only one who absolutely hated his job.
"So, what are you gonna do?" Seth turned his head to Michael, noticing the scars and cuts on his arms, legs, and face. He had been through hell for sure. "You gonna beat me, huh? Bring it! I am sure I can at least take you."
Seth chuckled at the prisoner's statement, proceeding to take of his visor. "I am pretty sure you don't want to do that, Michael Genix. After all, you need me"
"Who the hell are you?" An eyebrow raised, he still didn't trust the person in front of him. He couldn't remember his face, so he wasn't exactly very reliable right now.
"You only hope of getting out, actually. Name''s Seth by the way." Seth offered his hand to Michael, who gave the spy a extremely slow-hand shake. Seth had the feeling he still didn't trust him. Who would blame him, being in this place could change a person like that.
"I guess I don't have to introduce myself, you seem to already know of me." Michael got up off his cot, taking it so slow. Trying to be careful not to over-work himself. "Where are my Pokemon?"
"They should be in the East Wing." A holographic map appeared on Seth's wrist.
"We are two floors below they place we need to go. As far as I can see, one we exit the elevator, we need to make a straight be-line for it." Their path was high-lighted on the map. It looked like it was too good to be true.
"How much of a shot do we have, Seth?" Seth looked at the prisoner, the pain evident in his eyes. She could tell by his condition that this was going to be a long shot.
"It's gonna be close." Michael sighed, stretching his arms and legs. Popping his knuckles, he took the Pokeball in Seth's hand. He looked at it, wondering if they both would make it out of this alive. This was going to one tough ride.
"So, who is this?" Michael eyed the Pokeball, hoping whatever it was would listen. He let the Pokemon free, and noticed it was Umbreon. Michael found this evolution of Eevee to be very strong and reliable.
The Pokemon tackled Michael to the ground, rubbing its face against his chest. Michael laughed, even through the pain. Seth couldn't help but smile at the Pokemon's antics.
"He's yours now. Got a name for him?" Umbreon continued to cuddle into its new trainer's arms. Michael was trying to figure out a name for the Dark Pokemon.
"Shadow. That's his name." Michael pet its head, causing the Pokemon to purr in enjoyment.
"Okay then, we better head out." Michael took Seth's hand, groaning in pain from all the bruises and sores on his body.
Shadow looked at him sympathetically, worry in his eyes. Michael ruffled its ears as an attempt to calm him down, which worked very well. Seth looked at the very closely.
"So it is true..."
"Seth!"
Seth awoke from his train of thoughts to see Shadow and Michael beckoning him to come on. He shoke his head away from his thought, they needed to focus on the escape.
Ash looked at the data sent to him by Seth. So far, it looked like they were performing their end of the operation. Now it was his turn.
"Gavin!" He yelled through the intercom system, his voice booming through the station.
"Get Flygon! We are heading out!"
Ash grabbed Charizard's Pokeball, and headed for the large doors to the surface. It was time to return the favor.
"Time to get Michael."
Sorry for the wait!