Subject: [FFML] [fanfic][Pokemon] The Portal - Chapter 7
From: Nidoking
Date: 11/21/2000, 10:07 AM
To: ffml@fanfic.com

Hope this sends properly... I've been having trouble the past couple of

days!

About this chapter... despite the number of examples you've already

seen, I think this was my first attempt at a romantic scene. It's still

my favorite.



    It's getting harder and harder to remember Misty - and yet I have

to, have to remember why I keep struggling on even though it would be so

beautiful just to lie down and die... I feel a strong burst of a very

positive emotion whenever I think of her now, and very little else. No

memories, no mental picture, just a warm happiness that keeps me moving

toward the portal, toward my future, perhaps even toward Misty... Will I

ever see her again?



POKEMON: The Portal - Chapter 7



    A memory is coming back to me now... I was holding Misty tight, and

something was pulling her away from me. There was danger all around...

Quicksand. She was sinking, and I was trying to pull her out, my legs

wrapped firmly around Pidgeot's neck the only thing preventing me from

joining her.

    "I won't let you go," I assured her softly as the sand claimed inch

after inch of her body.

    "You have to," she replied tearfully. "If you don't, you'll be

sucked in too."

    "I don't care. If you're going to die, I don't want to go on

either."

    "You're being selfish again." I paused. How was I being selfish?

"Dominic still needs your help. Brock and Solstice came along to help

you on your mission. Is it really fair to make them go on alone?"

    "I never asked you or Brock to come," I reminded her. "But I know

that you came here for me, and I won't let you die! Not for me!" I

wrapped my arms around her chest, pulling Pidgeot down with me. Misty

returned the embrace, crying into my shoulder.

    "Just let me go, Ash," she sobbed.

    "Never. I'm never going to let you go."

    "Damn you, Ash Ketchum," she whispered, and her words struck me. Not

because they were harsh, but because they were exactly the opposite. The

amount of love in those words would top every romance novel ever

written. "If you die trying to rescue me, I'll never forgive you."

    "If I let go, I'll never forgive myself."

    "Then I'll be the one to let go." She pushed my arms away before

they could brush the deadly surface, but held on to my hands. "Fly away

now. I promise to hold on as long as I can."

    "We'll both hold on as long as we can." She brushed the tears from

her eyes and stared into mine. I didn't bother to wipe my tears away.

"Pidgeot, Whirlwind." Pidgeot's wings beat the air frantically, and I

could feel the force tearing me away from Misty. My legs gave up trying

to hold on against the rushing wind, and I let go of Pidgeot. Its claws

grabbed my feet, and I silently prayed for it not to let go, knowing

that if that grip and not Misty's was the first to give out, I would be

joining her in death. Neither prospect was very pleasant.

    I felt Misty's fingers slip, and I knew that our last seconds

together - her last seconds of life - were at hand. I fought against

Pidgeot's wingbeats with all my might and grabbed for her shoulders,

pulling myself down until I was close enough to feel her heavy breaths

on my face. I closed my eyes and probed for Misty's lips until I found

them, or she found mine, and we kissed for the last time.

    Even though I was hanging upside down by my legs from a giant bird,

even though Misty was neck-deep in quicksand, it was the most beautiful

kiss we'd ever shared. A kiss that moved the earth, as many poets would

say. And as I felt myself rising at last and Misty's arms lost their

grip on my shoulders, I wished it had never had to end, even if it had

meant sinking into the earth with her...

    ...but Misty's lips were still there, and my hands had not let go of

her shoulders. I felt her arms wrapping around my chest, and opened my

eyes just in time to watch the most wonderful pair of legs I had ever

seen rise up out of the dirt below as Pidgeot, Misty and I rose into the

sky. Her arms clutched me so tightly I thought I would suffocate, but I

didn't care. Our lips remained together until long after we had made our

successful landing beyond the deadly pit. We stood up without breaking

our embrace and continued the kiss indefinitely, while Brock and

Solstice celebrated the unbelievable rescue in their own fashion.

Finally, Misty's lips left mine, and she rested her head against my

shoulder, tears continuing to flow freely. "You never let go," she said

in between joyful inhalations.

    "I never would have," I replied, unable to contain my own tears of

joy. We kissed again, and though it was nothing like the kiss before, it

was all the better because we were both alive to experience it. All too

soon, the kiss ended, and we turned together to see Brock and Solstice

wiping the tears from their own eyes. Misty and Solstice hugged one

another and cried a whole new batch of tears, while Brock and I simply

looked at each other for a while, not feeling quite emotional enough to

share an embrace of our own. I held out my hand, and Brock shook it. For

some reason, that set me off in a fit of laughter, and Brock began to

laugh along with me. The ladies turned to see what was so funny, and

Solstice immediately joined in the laughter. Misty soon followed suit,

and the four of us laughed until it hurt and then some, ignoring our

situation and mission until we had worked the adrenaline out of our

systems.

    I finally calmed down enough to give Solstice the hug she deserved.

"Thank you, Solstice."

    She stopped laughing immediately, confused. "For what?"

    "Whatever you did to make the quicksand let go of Misty."

    Solstice broke my hug and shook her head. "I didn't do anything. I

gave up trying long before you rescued her."

    "But she escaped somehow, in the middle of our farewell kiss..." The

others had regained their composures by now and were listening with

interest. "You're not saying that our kiss had something to do with it?"

    "As beautiful as the notion would be," said Brock, "love isn't quite

THAT powerful. It was probably the air pressure of Pidgeot's Whirlwind

attack that made the sand move. Once the sand was set in motion by the

wind, you were able to pull Misty out."

    "In that case, I've been hugging the wrong person!" I shouted,

giving Pidgeot a hug. "Thank YOU, Pidgeot!" We all laughed anew,

including Pidgeot.

    At last, we'd all stopped laughing except for Solstice, who stopped

immediately after a small shock from Pikachu. Composing ourselves, we

set off along the path, watching for any further traps that might seek

to impede our progress. The next trap wasn't disguised, however. Up

ahead was a curtain of rain that stretched across the path and beyond,

remaining in place in contrast to the rapidly moving storms found

elsewhere in the world. Actually, to call it a curtain would greatly

understate its magnitude; it was a wall of falling acid so thick that it

was completely opaque. "This must be the obstacle of water," announced

Solstice. "We have to find a way to get past the rain."

    "Can you stop it with a spell?" asked Misty.

    "I don't think so," answered Solstice. "I really don't feel safe

trying, with the counterspell in place. Even trying to levitate Misty

away from the quicksand drove my feet into the ground."

    "We could dig under it," Brock suggested.

    "I'm not sure I trust the stability of the local geology," said

Solstice, and Misty shivered in response. I put a comforting arm around

her shoulders.

    "There must be a way past," I said, pondering the situation. I

stared up into the treetops and watched the rain beat off of the leaves.

"Dominic said that plants are immune to the acid rain. What if we

wrapped ourselves in leaves?"

    "That would work, if we could get to the leaves," replied Solstice,

waving a hand toward the forest. A wall of spikes rose from the ground,

nearly slicing her fingers off. "I have a feeling this wall will block

us no matter how high we go."

    "There's one other possibility," I said, reaching for my Pokebelt.

"Bulbasaur, I choose you!"

    "Bulbasaur!" called Bulbasaur as it appeared.

    "Bulbasaur, try walking into the rain just a little bit. If it hurts

at all, just yell and I'll call you back." Bulbasaur slowly approached

the wall of rain and tested it with a vine, then a paw, before vanishing

into the region of water. It poked its head out and smiled at me. "It's

okay," I announced to the others. "Bulbasaur isn't hurt by the acid."

    "But Bulbasaur's a little too small to use as an umbrella," Brock

pointed out.

    "Saur," moaned Bulbasaur softly, padding back over toward us.

    "It's okay, Bulbasaur," I said, reaching down to pat its back before

thinking better about touching its acid-covered bulb. "It's not your

fault."

    "Bulba!" it replied, looking up at me - and then began to glow.

    "It's evolving!" said Brock.

    "Bulbasaur!" I cried, knowing full well how Bulbasaur felt about

evolving. "You don't have to do this!" As I watched in horror the

evolution of the plant Pokemon, I couldn't help but be reminded of the

circumstances under which Squirtle had evolved into Wartortle. I'd been

scared at first, remembering how I'd lost control of Charmander after it

had evolved into Charmeleon, but Wartortle had been perfectly willing to

save my life that day and had remained loyal to me ever since.

Bulbasaur, on the other hand, had never fully trusted me as a friend,

even though it was willing to follow my every command in battle.

Tearfully, I repeated my plea. "You don't have to do this."

    "Saur," it replied, slowly nodding its head. "Ivysaur."

    This time, I completely ignored any thought of the acid and threw my

arms around my newly evolved Pokemon. "Ivysaur, you evolved just to help

me..." Ivysaur nuzzled my shoulder and grunted. I stood up and turned

back to the others. "Okay, we should be able to use Ivysaur to get past

the rain. Brock, why don't you go first, since you have Vulpix. Solstice

can go next, then Misty. I'll go last, so that I can recall Ivysaur each

time." Brock picked up Ivysaur and disappeared into the rain. I still

half expected to hear his horrifying screams, but none came. What I

finally did hear surprised me.

    "Whoa!" shouted Brock. "It's incredible!"

    "What is?" I shouted back over the din of pouring rain.

    "The Tower! It's magnificent!"

    I recalled Ivysaur and released him on the near side of the wall.

"Solstice, it's your turn next." She nodded and picked up Ivysaur,

following Brock through the wall of rain. Once Solstice had passed the

wall and admired the spectacle of the Tower, I recalled Ivysaur once

again and called it out for Misty. "Be careful, Misty," I warned her.

    "Don't worry, Ash," she replied, kissing me lightly. "Everything

will be fine." I held my breath in apprehension, expecting something to

go wrong at any moment, until I heard her excited screams of "It's the

most incredible thing I've ever seen!"

    I recalled Ivysaur once again and proceeded through the wall of

rain. "Time to see what all the fuss is about." As the rain fell away

before me, blackness filled the sky. The Tower was enormous, made of a

material that was blacker than my hair, but somehow, it GLEAMED. Not in

the way light gleams off of a white material - this was the gleam of

darkness. Perhaps it was the gleam of magic. But whatever it was, it

wasn't physically possible. I may have slept through five years of

schooling before going on my Pokemon journey, but I know that black

doesn't reflect light. The Tower reflected... something that wasn't

light, but it was pretty close.

    "Feel free to close your mouth any time," said Misty facetiously,

but I wasn't ready yet. I simply craned my neck to stare up into the

sky, watching the Tower grow in my perspective as I looked in every

direction. Wherever I looked, there was the Tower in all its infinite

splendor, stretching to infinity in every direction while not moving an

inch.

    "Triesha sure is ostentatious," said Brock. "It's strange for

someone so reclusive to show off like this. You'd think she was

expecting guests."

    "That doesn't sound promising," I said, before a vine wrapped itself

around me and pulled me off of my feet. As I fell to the ground, a

fireball passed through the space where I had been, barely missing me. A

cold terror gripped me as I thought it was a death vine that had saved

me from a fiery demise, and I began to struggle against it, but a

reassuring growl stopped me.

    "Saur, saur."

    While I got back to my feet, Solstice stepped in front of the rest

of us. "Show yourself!" she shouted to the unseen spellcaster. A ball of

lightning answered her demand. The electricity stopped just short of us,

crackling with energy as it tried to force its way through an invisible

barrier. "It's too powerful," screamed Solstice as the effort began to

force her backwards. "I can't hold it!"

    The barrier fell, and the ball of lightning continued on its path of

destruction. We all screamed and covered our eyes, anticipating death,

but the bright flash came and went painlessly. I opened my eyes to see

Pikachu lying on the ground, her fur standing on end but otherwise

completely unharmed. "Pika pikachu!" she said, giving me the thumbs-up.

    "Pikachu! I almost forgot you were here!" I said, picking her up and

holding her. "That was a close one!" I heard the others laughing, except

for Solstice, who was reviving her magic shield. "What's so funny?" I

asked.

    "Ash," giggled Misty, "your hair's standing up!"

    "I hate to be the one to interrupt your fun," said Solstice, "but I

can't keep this shield up forever, and I can't attack while I'm busy

defending!" Another fireball flew from nowhere and exploded against the

barrier, knocking Solstice back slightly, but not damaging any of us.

    "We need to get into the Tower!" said Brock. "Cover us until we're

inside, then follow us." Solstice nodded, and we ran for the place where

the Tower appeared to be. The clearing seemed to stretch forever, and

yet the Tower was so close we could stretch out our hands to touch it -

and we did, but there was nothing there. The illusions swam around us,

trying to confuse us.

    "Stay close together!" I shouted. I felt Misty's hand slide into

mine, and Pikachu climbed onto my shoulder. Brock grabbed my other hand

to complete our chain. "Just go straight until we get there," I advised,

and led the way through the swirling blackness. The looming presence

followed, crackling with magical power that even I could feel. It made

my hair stand on end, although some of that may have been Pikachu's

residual charge.

    "Pi! Pika!" shouted Pikachu, climbing onto my head. "CHU!" Pikachu

blasted the unseen spellcaster with a Thunderbolt, supercharged by the

spell she had absorbed earlier. A scream of pain sounded from the

darkness, and it was a scream I recognized. Solstice recognized it too,

judging from her cries of "Dominic!" We all stopped and turned back to

see Solstice run to Dominic with open arms.

    "Foolish girl," said Dominic, raising a hand. Solstice fell backward

as if struck in the face, landing hard on her back. "You can't possibly

hope to defeat Triesha with so little power at your command."

    "What's wrong with you, Dominic?" spat Solstice as she got to her

feet. "This isn't like you at all!" Dominic responded by making the air

around Solstice waver, and the young magician clutched at her throat as

she gasped for breath.

    "What are you doing?" I shouted, charging forward. Brock and Misty

held me back.

    "Don't be foolish, Ash!" shouted Misty.

    "He's obviously being controlled by Triesha!" added Brock.

    "But we have to do something! Pikachu, try to help Solstice!"

    "Pika!" shouted Pikachu, darting between the two magic users. She

hit Dominic with a Thundershock, not powerful enough to hurt him, but

enough to distract him. Solstice collapsed to the ground, unconscious,

as Dominic's spell was broken.

    "So, you like lightning, you little rat?" asked Dominic in a tone

that I didn't like. "Let's see how much lightning you can handle!" He

let loose a huge stream of electricity that surrounded Pikachu.

    "CHA!" screamed Pikachu in pain. The huge current was far more than

Pikachu could handle, and yet I knew I'd be the next victim if I tried

to help her. Instead, I did the only thing I could do, something I

hadn't done since I first met Pikachu in my hometown of Pallet. I pulled

out a Pokeball that had sat in my belt for well over ten years, unused.

"Pikachu, return!" For the first time in my life, I watched the red beam

draw Pikachu into her Pokeball.

    "Very well," said Dominic. "Hide the rodent. I'll kill it the next

time I see it, or any of your other creatures."

    Solstice stirred slightly. "Dominic," she croaked. "Why? Why..."

    Dominic snorted. "How pathetic. You are useless." He lifted his

hand, and Solstice's body rose into the air. A deep glow emerged from

within her, becoming brighter and brighter until it had completely

absorbed her, then vanished, leaving not a trace of Solstice.

    "You killed her!" I shouted, fighting Brock and Misty's pull with

all of my might. Fortunately, they were stronger.

    "Come on, Ash!" Brock urged me. "Our only chance is to make it to

the Tower!"

    Misty slapped me in the face, hard. "You're not helping!" she yelled

at me. "I don't want to die after you risked your life to save me,

because you're too stupid to run away from a fight you can't win!" That

jolted me back to reality, and I turned back toward the Tower and ran.

We hadn't taken more than a few steps, however, when the world shifted

before our eyes, and we knew that we were inside the Tower at last. The

walls were pure white, and though their glow wasn't nearly as brilliant

as the Tower's exterior, the huge vertical chamber seemed filled with

radiance. There were no doors or windows, but we didn't stop to wonder

how we'd gotten in. All that mattered was finding Triesha. But first...

    "I'd better see if Pikachu's okay," I announced, throwing the

Pokeball. Pikachu emerged, looking slightly ill but otherwise undamaged.

"Pikachu, are you okay?" I asked.

    "Chu," replied Pikachu weakly... then she began to glow.

    "Pikachu's evolving!" shouted Brock. "It must be from all the

electricity she absorbed before!"

    "CHU!" shouted Pikachu in terror.

    "Pikachu doesn't want to evolve!" I shouted. "Fight it, Pikachu! You

don't have to evolve!"

    "Stone-induced evolutions are irreversible," said Brock sadly.

    "No! Pikachu can do it! I know it!"

    "Pika," agreed Pikachu, as her body began to change shape. "Chu...

Rai..."

    "It's too late!" cried Misty. "She's already evolved!"

    "Rai... kachu..." The glow began to fade, and I breathed a sigh of

relief. The glowing mass was far too small to be a Raichu. But as the

glow vanished, the sigh caught in my throat, because the Pokemon that

appeared was definitely no longer a Pikachu, either.



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