"I Am Your Evil"
By: Angelical Proportions


   Misty's body suddenly jerked awake.  She gasped in the humid hottness  as she looked around.  She sat up in shock.
"I'm... I'm back..."  she muttered, staring at the greyness that surrounded her.
"Ash!  Ash!  We're back!"  Misty shouted to the body lying next to her.
"Huh?"  he asked, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"We're back."  she said.
"Oh... oh, yeah!  We are!"
"Man, that place was like Hell..."  Misty said, rubbing her forhead and closing her eyes.
"I think it was Hell..."  Ash said quietly.
"Good thing we're back.  I'd hate to go to that place again."  Misty said.
"Well, I guess you're out of luck."  said that raspy voice in the still fog.
Misty's eyes widened.  She had heard that voice before.
"Who's there?!"  Ash yelled into the fog.
"You."  it stated.
"What are you talking about?!"  Ash asked.
"I am you.  I am Misty.  I am your evil."
"Huh?"  Misty seemed as confused as Ash.
"I shall explain."  it took a deep breath, "I am you.  I am her.  I am the demon of your minds.  You have set me free and I thank you, but I must destroy you in order to get my body, and believe me..."  it slowed.
They heard the voice from behind them, "I will NOT fail."
They spun around to where the voice was heard.  There was nothing but fog.
"Where are you?!  Show yourself!"  Ash yelled into the fog.
The voice chuckled.
"Oh, you do not want to see me."  it assured gravely.
"Why not?!"
"Because... I am your worst nightmare.  But if you must..."  it stopped.
"I can talk to you directly..."  Ash looked over towards where the voice was.  
There he saw Misty and nothing else.  He looked over to Misty in confusion.
Wait a minute!  Misty.  Misty.  There were two!
"Ahh, ahh!"  Ash said, staring from one to the other.
"Which of you is real?!"
"I am."  the real Misty said, raising a hand.
The other smile evily.
"Or..." it said in Misty's voice.
"Indirectly."  the other Misty disappeared and there stood a black figure in the fog.
"Wait a second!  You can turn into someone else?!"  Misty gaped.
"Of course."  it said.
"But just me and Misty, right?"
"Let me put it this way..."  the voice said.  The black figure disappeared and a new body approached.
There stood Brock.  Then, Nurse Joy.  Then, Officer Jenny.  Then, Professor Oak.  Tracey, Rudy, Richie, Jesse, Bulbasaur, Daisy, Pikachu, James, Giovanni, Violet, then finally, Delia.
"Mom?!"  Ash asked.
"No!  I'm not your mum!  I am a demon!"  the demon screeched as it turned into a black outline in the form of a mewtwo.
"A DEMON?!"  Misty screamed.  She hated the word "demon".  More than bugs, even.
"A demon!"  it yelled, raising what could be guessed as an arm.  The entire world around them turned pitch black.  Misty screamed.
"I can ruin your lives, make your thoughts a living hell!  By the way, does it scare you so that I am a demon?  Then it may suprise you that hundreds writhe blindly in circles near your feet each day!"  it hissed evilly.
"What are you saying?!  That you need to destroy us?!"  Ash yelled.
"Of course!  How else do I get my body?!"
"Why do you even need a body in the first place?"  Misty asked.
The demon laughed loudly.  A low rumble was heard, kind of like thunder.  Then, there was a lightning bolt to the left, then the right, flashing a mere second and lighting up the gruesome, yet hidden face.  Millions of tiny stinging water droplets bit at their arms and stung as if it was a liquid lava.  
"To rule the earth!  Once I am human, I shall call upon my fellow demonic friends.  As the fourth is tastefully selected and put in place... the ceremony shall begin!"  it yelled.
Misty held onto Ash's hand tighter.
"Well there's gotta be a way to stop you..."  Ash said thoughtfully.
"Huh?"  the lightning bolts stopped.
"There's always a way to stop something."  he said.
"There is."  the demon cleared it's throat.
"What is it?"  Misty asked.
"Tests.  You must have to have passed six tests and if you win, you... well, you win."  it said.
"Oh.  Well that sounds easy enough."  Ash said.
"But if you lose..."  
A reddish aura grew faintly underneath the ground.
"You join me into rulling the world."  the demon snickered.
"NO!!  There's no way I'm going to help you!!"  Ash shouted.
"There is no way to draw.  You either win or you lose."  the demon stated.
Ash crossed his arms, dropping Misty's hand.
"He he heh.  You can't escape it.  You have to fall asleep sometime."  it said.
Misty inhaled deeply, closing her eyes.  Why this?
"Fine."  Ash agreed.
"We start tomorrow."  it said and disappeared.
Ash inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.  Why this?
"Is this for real in this dream?  I mean, is it for real for real?"  Misty asked.
"Yep."  Ash sighed.
"Well, we start tomorrow."  he said opening his eyes.
The skies, walls, and ground were purely grey.  Ash smiled.
"How 'bout we find that cherry tree?"  he asked Misty, holding her hand.
Misty laughed.  


"It's just as beautiful as last time."  Misty said.
"Sure is.."  Ash said staring at who?  None other than Misty.
"C'mon."  Misty said, guiding him towards the stream.
There was the whole set:  the sunset, neither descening nor ascending, the blossoming cherry tree with everlasting blossom petals just made for drifting through the air, the clear stream, and let's not forget the trailing buttercups, voilets, and fresh spring grass that followed Misty's footsteps.
Misty sighed happily as she sat down near the stream.  
"I'm starting to appreciate the calmness here."  she said.
"Why?"  Ash blinked once.
"After what I went been through... last time..."  she said.
Ash sat down beside her.
"I can guess it was scary."  he said quietly
"I was so scared!"  Misty cried.
"Of what?"
"The... everything!  I hate this."  she yelled, throwing her hands behind her neck.
"Think of it as an... opportunity."  Ash said.
"I don't get what you mean."
Ash shook his head smiling.  He closed his eyes and made a wish.
The sky grew dark.  Thousands upon millions of bright stars shone proudly above the dreamlands and the sun sank on cue behind the grey wall which was now a black.
"What are you doing?"  Misty asked.
Ash opened his eyes, grinning.
"Stars."  he said in singsong, flinging his arm up towards the sky.
Misty laughed.  Like Togepi, he always seemed to find a way to make her feel better.
"Your severe childishneshesshes is quite c-com-comical."  Misty giggled.
Ash stuck out his tongue.
"Shut up."  he said playfully.
Misty glared at him.  "You shut up."
"No you."
"No you."
"No you."
"No you."
"You."
"You."
"You."
"You."
"I said 'you'."
"Well, I said 'you'."
"But I said 'you' first."  Ash grinned.
"Yeah, well I said 'you' second."  Misty smiled.
"I don't care."
"Me neither."
"Why not?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Because I... I actually I don't know..."  Misty laughed.
Ash rolled his eyes.  "You're too silly."
"Oh?"  she asked him.
Misty bent over and snatched the cap off of his head.
"Hey!  Give it!"
"Stars!"  she mimicked, singsong.
Misty screamed as Ash tried to get the hat from her hands, but she held it as far as she could behind her back.
"Give it back."  he commanded.
Misty thought for a moment.
"Why don't you come and get it?"  she grinned.
Ash growled at her and practically jumped for the rescue of his hat.
They were both standing by the stream.  Misty stood on the ground firmly as she held the hat behind her back, continuously teasing Ash.  He stomped over to her and tried getting the hat back by grabbing it from behind her, but each time she would spin around and away from him.   There was only one way left.  He stood in front of her angrily.  She was just asking for it.
"Give... it... back..."  he growled.
"You... go... and... get... it..."  she tried growling back through the pursed lips, but her smiling was unstoppable, so where were her laughs.
Ash wanted so hard to smile, but knew he couldn't give in to her charms.  No, he had to get his hat back.
Ash leaned forward and tried to grab it from around her waist.  No avail.  She held the hat higher to where her arm was aligned with the back of her neck.  Ash tried reaching over her shoulder.  Suprisingly, his hand reached to her wrist, but it wasn't close enough...   He reached farther until their noses where practically touching.  Startled, she tried to back away, but ran into the tree.  An idea hit him.
"Now, give it back, or I'll..."  
"You'll what, Ash?  You'll what?"  Misty asked.
"...I'll tickle you." he warned.
"Oh no!  Don't tickle me!"  she begged sarcastically.
Ash raised his eyebrows.
"You don't think I can tickle?"
"You couldn't tickle a jigglypuff."  she teased.
His grip tightened and he was pretty much holding her arm up by now.  Misty suddenly realized that he wasn't kidding.
Ash grinned his goofy grin.  
"Uh-uh.  No."  Misty said, shaking her head. "Don't you dare."
"Give me my hat, then."
"No way!"  Misty said, her hold on the hat tightened as his grip on her wrist.
"Do you not realize you are at my mercy?"  Ash asked.
"What?!  Your 'mercy'?!"  
"I know how ticklish you are."
Misty gulped.  He was right and she was extremely ticklish.  Especially if some boy was tickling her.  Especially if Ash was tickling her.  And he was the one holding her right arm in the air, and holding her left at her side.  Wait!  
'Is Ash holding me?!'  Misty thought.
"Okay, I am ticklish."  Misty admitted.
"Well...?"  Ash didn't really know what to do at this point.  He'd expected her to have given up by now.
"Well?  Aren't you going to tickle me?"  Misty asked.
"You WANT me to tickle you?!"  Ash asked, amazed, not to mention suprised.
Misty giggled.  She lowered her arm and placed the hat on Ash's head exactly the was it was before.  Then, she grabbed the arm, still holding onto her wrist, and pulled it around her waist.  Ash stood and watched everything go by so quickly.
Suddenly, she felt a chill on her backside.  Ash gasped.
"What?"  she asked.
"Nothing.  Just a chill on my back."  he said.
"Me too."  she said, suprised.
The 'chill' seemed to trickle and glide down their backs.  What was that?  Misty suddenly gasped at the sight of Ash desinigrating.
"No!  Not now!"  Misty stressed.
"Your disappearing again!"  Ash pointed out.
"If I catch Brock with the paper cup again, I swear I'm gonna kill him!"  Misty growled.
"What?  What paper cup?"


   Brock chuckled evilly as he called back Misty's starmie into it's pokeball.



~~~~~End ch. ?  You figure it out...~~~~~
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