"It was not long after the creation of man that the first pokemon was discovered outside a forest, cautiously sniffing a bush. For centuries pokemon and humans lived peacefully with one another, neither species bothering or threatening the other. As the world evolved so did the humans and the pokemon. It was only a matter of time before the two species were forced to become intertwined.
It was late one afternoon when two young girls, out picking flowers, stumbled upon an odd looking pokemon, resembling a gray blob. Now one must remember, while humans knew there was something different about pokemon, they had neither the intelligence nor the patience to find out what set the species apart from themselves. Humans had little knowledge of the pokemon's powers, especially since the pokemon rarely used them because battling was not something done often.
The gray pokemon, who would later become known as Replicate, was the young world's first exposure to true evil. He was a violent pokemon, with a distinct dislike towards humans. Replicate was and is the only known form of an evolved Ditto, the happy pink blob who can transform into anything.
The girls, being naturally curious, immediately became interested in the new pokemon. In a fit of rage uncommon to any other pokemon's temperament, it killed the two girls by remaining in its blob form and throwing itself down their throats, pulling their organs back through their mouths. A horrible, painful way to die, which only made it more satisfying for Replicate. This type of death would become Replicate's calling card.
The deaths of the young girls lit a spark of panic throughout the humans in Kanto. Humans came to fear pokemon, killing them or locking them into cages whenever they had the opportunity. It was when some pokemon, afraid for their lives, began to resist, that their true elemental powers were revealed. Now even more terrified of the pokemon, humans began killing as many as possible. Soon an all out war had erupted between the humans and the pokemon, each species fighting for their own survival.
Behind it all remained Replicate, who had discovered the ability to morph, not only into other pokemon, but into humans as well. He used the newfound skill to his advantage to cause havoc. As a pokemon he would tell the other pokemon of the torturous things humans did to their kind. As a human he would create lies about how the pokemon brutally killed humans. He would then fade into the background, to watch joyfully as the chaos and destruction heightened in his wake.
The once peaceful and bright region was transformed into a dark place. Fires from burning villages would blaze well into the night after fire pokemon set the humans' houses afire. The flames illuminated the enraged humans as they killed the offending pokemon.
This very well could have gone on for years, until both species had completely destroyed one another had not an elderly man stumbled upon the fact that Replicate was the instigator of the war. He saw him change from his human form to his pokemon form after telling an entire town of the horrors pokemon had done to his family.
From then on the war shifted as the news of the inherently evil pokemon reached ears far and wide. Humans and pokemon began to join forces to destroy this evil. Although humans and pokemon had coexisted for thousands of years, this was the first time in history the two species cooperated. With the greater intelligence of the humans guiding the far superior power of the pokemon, both species realized how beneficial it was to work together.
Unfortunately nothing they could do could stop Replicate, for he had grown incredibly powerful and his ability to shape shift made him nearly impossible to find. He was now able to force other pokemon to do his bidding after learning psychic techniques. When he was fought, he was impossible to kill, even with pokemon and humans working together. The only thing conceivable of killing the pokemon would be a combination of a human with a pokemon's powers, and back then such a thing was impossible.
The humans of that time relied heavily on religion. Priests, who resided in the now ancient stone temples that can be found throughout Kanto, began praying for help, hoping to gain the answer to destroying the evil pokemon. The answer came to them in what is now believed to be a powerful psychic link, perhaps from one of the legendary pokemon. The most farfetched synopsis is that the voice came from Mew herself, but this idea is often frowned upon simply because of the doubt that Mew ever existed.
The answer, considered a prophecy, is now carved on the door of the temple in Viridian forest. The prophecy warns that there is only one who can kill Replicate and even he will not be able to survive the experience. Until that being came along, they had to find a way to keep him contained and stop the violence the pokemon caused.
It was around this time that an energy that would effectively trap a pokemon was discovered. They instantly saw the potential for trapping Replicate, and keeping him locked away until the prophecy could be fulfilled. Thus a primitive pokeball was created. It was a golden chest rather than the more familiar red and white sphere of today, but it worked the same way.
By now Replicate preferred the human form and was rarely seen as a pokemon. The only way to know that he was truly the evil pokemon was by the golden pendent that hung from his neck. The people of that time were often superstitious and soon a rumor was spread that the souls of those Replicate had killed were contained in the pendent, and it was what made him truly powerful. Whether or not this was true was never discovered.
It took the lives of many men and pokemon alike before one day a lucky, but evidently suicidal slash attack cut the pendent from Replicate's neck. His apparent power source gone, Replicate was captured and he was locked into the chest, hopefully forever."
The group of friends who had just listened to Brock's explanation of their new enemy remained silent, a distinct feeling of foreboding settling upon each of them. The sun shone slightly through the branches of the forest into the clearing they had chosen to rest in after finding their way out of the temple.
The rest of the group was looking at their dark haired leader, who was standing against a tree, his arms folded across his chest, staring at nothing. He was quiet for a long time, while the others nervously glanced at one another. "Well," Ash said, breaking the silence. "That would explain why he wants the pendent. It's his power source." He looked at each of his friends, who were sitting in a semicircle, staring up at him as he pushed himself from the tree and began walking towards them.
"Are you saying that this guy isn't even at full power yet?" Richie asked, recalling how badly he had beaten up Ash, even if he had taken him by surprise.
Ash didn't answer, for his brown eyes were now fixed upon the pendent, which Brock had pulled from his pocket in order to examine it. The sunlight shone off the golden talisman as it slowly turned on the chain, flashing bits of light onto the tense faces of those who were sitting.
The low pitched whistling had begun in Ash's ears again, just as it had the first night he had seen the pendent. The whistling grew and once again became a horrific, tortured screaming. He clamped his hands over his ears, the cries becoming painfully loud.
"Ash!" Misty cried, when a moan escaped his lips and he fell to his knees. She rushed to his side.
"What's wrong?" Brock asked, dropping the pendent to the ground and scrambling to his friends side.
Richie and Duplica stood quickly, watching with trepidation as the normally collected Ash remained kneeling, rocking back and forth, his hands clamped firmly over his ears.
Alarmed, Pikachu tried to connect with his trainer, hoping to find out what was wrong. "Pika!" he cried in shock after hearing the torturous screams that pained Ash's mind. Looking around anxiously for the source of his masters sudden pain, Pikachu's eyes fell upon the only foreign object in the clearing: the golden pendent, which shimmered brightly in the sun.
Quickly running to it, Pikachu picked it up by its chain, allowing it to dangle from his mouth. He sprinted to Brock, who was trying to talk to Ash to no avail. By this time, Ash had begun to emit sharp cries of pain. Brock was surprised when he felt his pants shift, and upon looking down he saw Pikachu shoving the pendent back into his pocket. "Pikachu, what are you-" Brock began, but stopped when he realized that Ash had suddenly become quiet, slumping into Misty's arms, drained of energy.
She gently held his limp body and adjusted him so his head rested in her lap. "What just happened?" she asked, a touch of terror in her tone.
Brock looked from his pocket to the unconscious form of his friend, watching as Misty gently ran her hand through his sweat laced hair. A seemingly impossible explanation occurred to him. "The story said Replicate kept the souls of those he killed within the pendent," he said, glancing at the pale faces of his companions. "Maybe, for some reason, Ash can hear them."
The idea was insane, but it made perfect sense.
~*~*~
He didn't know what woke him first, his growling stomach or his pounding headache. All he knew was that those were the two most prominent things his senses picked up on after he came around.
It wasn't long before his mind registered a slight weight upon his chest and Ash wasn't surprised to find Misty's delicate arm draped across his chest in a half embrace, half protective position. He lay still for a moment taking comfort in her presence before his stomach again reminded him of his need for food. Ash gently moved Misty's arm, being careful not to wake her. He sat up slowly so as not to aggravate his still pounding head.
One glance around the clearing told him it was the middle of the night. The darkness was only shattered by the dim light of a dying fire, which illuminated the faces of his friends, each sound asleep. He stood quietly so as not to wake anyone.
While Brock slept Ash pulled the pendent from his pocket. The whistling that had begun as soon as Ash laid eyes on the pendent stopped abruptly when he shoved the object into his pocket. He wanted the pendent with him for safekeeping, for he knew that Brock would not be able to fight off Replicate.
Ash picked up some leftovers of the others' dinner, which was too fancy to have been made by anyone but Brock.
The almost inaudible sound of leaves crunching in time with steps drew his attention from his food. He slowly stood up, his headache allowing him to hear his heart pounding in his ears. Shaking off a sudden wave of dizziness, he made his way towards the sound of leaves, remaining quiet as he walked. Leaving the clearing behind, Ash crept into the forest, glancing between trees for the source of the noise.
It was the cracking of branches that caused him to look up in time to see a large net come crashing down from above him. It landed atop him, the weight forcing him to the ground.
A malevolent female laugh and a flash of blonde hair gave him a vague idea of who he was dealing with, but the scratchy male voice that followed made him certain of who his attackers were.
"We meet again, Ashton," the voice said.
Ash struggled against the net, trying to break free from his confines. "What do you want Butch?" he growled.
Butch went to answer but was interrupted by his female companion. "You of course," she said, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder.
"What do you want me for?" Ash asked as he continued to no avial to try and free himself.
"You see dear Ashton," Butch began, glaring haughtily down at him. "When Team Rocket was dispersed we turned to the other side of the law."
"We're bounty hunters now," Cassidy added smugly. "And you have one hell of a bounty on your head."
Ash stopped struggling and quickly looked at her. "Bounty?" he asked in confusion.
"Did you really think you could kill all those people and get away with it?" Cassidy asked, her green eyes gleaming. "Although I have to commend you, I didn't think you had it in you."
"Kill?" Ash said, now completely befuddled. "I didn't kill anyone."
Butch narrowed his eyes, a look of disbelief covering his face. "No matter, we're still turning you in."
Ash began to struggle again, this time powering up to use and electric attack on his captors.
Cassidy t'sked at him. "Don't waste your energy," she said, a grin spreading across her face. "That's a shock proof net. We've learned from our mistakes."
As Ash powered down Butch hit him from behind with a large branch. For the second time that day Ash fell into unconsciousness.
~*~*~
Ash didn't know where he expected to find himself when he woke up, but a hard cot in a jail cell certainly wasn't it. He sat up slowly, hoping not to aggravate his headache, which had doubled in size since Butch had hit him. He pushed his black locks out of his eyes and winced as he ran his hand over a newly formed bump, courtesy of Butch and a big branch.
Ash's head shot up when he heard the sound of boots falling upon the concrete floor outside his cell. The boots stopped in front of his cell and Ash immediately recognized the man wearing them.
"Bruno," Ash said, relived to see a familiar face.
He was surprised when his greeting was returned with nothing more than a stony glare. Ash and Bruno had never been the best of friends, but they were hardly enemies.
Ash didn't allow his surprise to show as he asked, "What's going on?"
"That's what the league wants to know," Bruno growled, crossing his muscular arms over is chest as he watched Ash stand.
"I don't understand," Ash said, walking towards the bars that separated himself from the large fighting trainer.
"Did you think you could get away with it?" Bruno asked, his dark eyes following Ash's movements. "You killed all those people then kidnapped two gymleaders and the Pokemon Master."
Ash's eyes widened. "What?" he cried, the shock visible in his features. "I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't kidnap Richie!"
Bruno raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "We have a tape clearly showing you in the Master's Mansion killing anyone you came across."
It was then Ash understood. "Replicate," he muttered. Then louder, "That wasn't me."
Bruno rolled his eyes.
"No, I'm serious," Ash said, grabbing the bars. He was surprised to see Bruno take a step back.
"Don't try anything, Ashton, that entire cell is padded with rubber, your electric attacks stand no chance."
Ash raised his eyebrows as he glanced around to see that Bruno was right, rubber padded everything, even the cell's bars. Ash shoved his hands in his pockets, and it was then he noticed that something was missing.
"Bruno, where's the pendent?" he asked, slightly panicky.
"You mean this?" Bruno asked, pulling the golden pendent from his pocket.
"Give me that!" Ash cried, making a grab for it through the bars. Bruno simply backed away and placed the pendent back in his pocket, which was good in a way, for Ash was having a hard time ignoring the screams that were beginning in his head. He shook his head to clear it.
"Bruno, listen to me," Ash began. "I didn't kill anyone. It was Replicate, he transformed into me so you would think it was me."
"Replicate?" Bruno said, confused and disbelieving.
"It's the evolved form of Ditto," Ash explained.
Bruno shook his head. "You've lost it, Ashton. You've snapped."
"Bruno, you have to let me out. It's going to kill them! Bruno!" Ash's cries fell on deaf ears though, as Bruno disappeared down the hall and out of sight.
A/N: Well, you can't blame the long wait on me!! Well, yes you can, considering it took me a long time to write this, but you can't blame it entirely on me! 'Cause I was done and ready to post, but ff.net wouldn't let me. So it's not completely my fault. (Only 7/8ths my fault!). Well, let's see... there's nothing else to really say is there? Except please review, I love reviews!
It was late one afternoon when two young girls, out picking flowers, stumbled upon an odd looking pokemon, resembling a gray blob. Now one must remember, while humans knew there was something different about pokemon, they had neither the intelligence nor the patience to find out what set the species apart from themselves. Humans had little knowledge of the pokemon's powers, especially since the pokemon rarely used them because battling was not something done often.
The gray pokemon, who would later become known as Replicate, was the young world's first exposure to true evil. He was a violent pokemon, with a distinct dislike towards humans. Replicate was and is the only known form of an evolved Ditto, the happy pink blob who can transform into anything.
The girls, being naturally curious, immediately became interested in the new pokemon. In a fit of rage uncommon to any other pokemon's temperament, it killed the two girls by remaining in its blob form and throwing itself down their throats, pulling their organs back through their mouths. A horrible, painful way to die, which only made it more satisfying for Replicate. This type of death would become Replicate's calling card.
The deaths of the young girls lit a spark of panic throughout the humans in Kanto. Humans came to fear pokemon, killing them or locking them into cages whenever they had the opportunity. It was when some pokemon, afraid for their lives, began to resist, that their true elemental powers were revealed. Now even more terrified of the pokemon, humans began killing as many as possible. Soon an all out war had erupted between the humans and the pokemon, each species fighting for their own survival.
Behind it all remained Replicate, who had discovered the ability to morph, not only into other pokemon, but into humans as well. He used the newfound skill to his advantage to cause havoc. As a pokemon he would tell the other pokemon of the torturous things humans did to their kind. As a human he would create lies about how the pokemon brutally killed humans. He would then fade into the background, to watch joyfully as the chaos and destruction heightened in his wake.
The once peaceful and bright region was transformed into a dark place. Fires from burning villages would blaze well into the night after fire pokemon set the humans' houses afire. The flames illuminated the enraged humans as they killed the offending pokemon.
This very well could have gone on for years, until both species had completely destroyed one another had not an elderly man stumbled upon the fact that Replicate was the instigator of the war. He saw him change from his human form to his pokemon form after telling an entire town of the horrors pokemon had done to his family.
From then on the war shifted as the news of the inherently evil pokemon reached ears far and wide. Humans and pokemon began to join forces to destroy this evil. Although humans and pokemon had coexisted for thousands of years, this was the first time in history the two species cooperated. With the greater intelligence of the humans guiding the far superior power of the pokemon, both species realized how beneficial it was to work together.
Unfortunately nothing they could do could stop Replicate, for he had grown incredibly powerful and his ability to shape shift made him nearly impossible to find. He was now able to force other pokemon to do his bidding after learning psychic techniques. When he was fought, he was impossible to kill, even with pokemon and humans working together. The only thing conceivable of killing the pokemon would be a combination of a human with a pokemon's powers, and back then such a thing was impossible.
The humans of that time relied heavily on religion. Priests, who resided in the now ancient stone temples that can be found throughout Kanto, began praying for help, hoping to gain the answer to destroying the evil pokemon. The answer came to them in what is now believed to be a powerful psychic link, perhaps from one of the legendary pokemon. The most farfetched synopsis is that the voice came from Mew herself, but this idea is often frowned upon simply because of the doubt that Mew ever existed.
The answer, considered a prophecy, is now carved on the door of the temple in Viridian forest. The prophecy warns that there is only one who can kill Replicate and even he will not be able to survive the experience. Until that being came along, they had to find a way to keep him contained and stop the violence the pokemon caused.
It was around this time that an energy that would effectively trap a pokemon was discovered. They instantly saw the potential for trapping Replicate, and keeping him locked away until the prophecy could be fulfilled. Thus a primitive pokeball was created. It was a golden chest rather than the more familiar red and white sphere of today, but it worked the same way.
By now Replicate preferred the human form and was rarely seen as a pokemon. The only way to know that he was truly the evil pokemon was by the golden pendent that hung from his neck. The people of that time were often superstitious and soon a rumor was spread that the souls of those Replicate had killed were contained in the pendent, and it was what made him truly powerful. Whether or not this was true was never discovered.
It took the lives of many men and pokemon alike before one day a lucky, but evidently suicidal slash attack cut the pendent from Replicate's neck. His apparent power source gone, Replicate was captured and he was locked into the chest, hopefully forever."
The group of friends who had just listened to Brock's explanation of their new enemy remained silent, a distinct feeling of foreboding settling upon each of them. The sun shone slightly through the branches of the forest into the clearing they had chosen to rest in after finding their way out of the temple.
The rest of the group was looking at their dark haired leader, who was standing against a tree, his arms folded across his chest, staring at nothing. He was quiet for a long time, while the others nervously glanced at one another. "Well," Ash said, breaking the silence. "That would explain why he wants the pendent. It's his power source." He looked at each of his friends, who were sitting in a semicircle, staring up at him as he pushed himself from the tree and began walking towards them.
"Are you saying that this guy isn't even at full power yet?" Richie asked, recalling how badly he had beaten up Ash, even if he had taken him by surprise.
Ash didn't answer, for his brown eyes were now fixed upon the pendent, which Brock had pulled from his pocket in order to examine it. The sunlight shone off the golden talisman as it slowly turned on the chain, flashing bits of light onto the tense faces of those who were sitting.
The low pitched whistling had begun in Ash's ears again, just as it had the first night he had seen the pendent. The whistling grew and once again became a horrific, tortured screaming. He clamped his hands over his ears, the cries becoming painfully loud.
"Ash!" Misty cried, when a moan escaped his lips and he fell to his knees. She rushed to his side.
"What's wrong?" Brock asked, dropping the pendent to the ground and scrambling to his friends side.
Richie and Duplica stood quickly, watching with trepidation as the normally collected Ash remained kneeling, rocking back and forth, his hands clamped firmly over his ears.
Alarmed, Pikachu tried to connect with his trainer, hoping to find out what was wrong. "Pika!" he cried in shock after hearing the torturous screams that pained Ash's mind. Looking around anxiously for the source of his masters sudden pain, Pikachu's eyes fell upon the only foreign object in the clearing: the golden pendent, which shimmered brightly in the sun.
Quickly running to it, Pikachu picked it up by its chain, allowing it to dangle from his mouth. He sprinted to Brock, who was trying to talk to Ash to no avail. By this time, Ash had begun to emit sharp cries of pain. Brock was surprised when he felt his pants shift, and upon looking down he saw Pikachu shoving the pendent back into his pocket. "Pikachu, what are you-" Brock began, but stopped when he realized that Ash had suddenly become quiet, slumping into Misty's arms, drained of energy.
She gently held his limp body and adjusted him so his head rested in her lap. "What just happened?" she asked, a touch of terror in her tone.
Brock looked from his pocket to the unconscious form of his friend, watching as Misty gently ran her hand through his sweat laced hair. A seemingly impossible explanation occurred to him. "The story said Replicate kept the souls of those he killed within the pendent," he said, glancing at the pale faces of his companions. "Maybe, for some reason, Ash can hear them."
The idea was insane, but it made perfect sense.
~*~*~
He didn't know what woke him first, his growling stomach or his pounding headache. All he knew was that those were the two most prominent things his senses picked up on after he came around.
It wasn't long before his mind registered a slight weight upon his chest and Ash wasn't surprised to find Misty's delicate arm draped across his chest in a half embrace, half protective position. He lay still for a moment taking comfort in her presence before his stomach again reminded him of his need for food. Ash gently moved Misty's arm, being careful not to wake her. He sat up slowly so as not to aggravate his still pounding head.
One glance around the clearing told him it was the middle of the night. The darkness was only shattered by the dim light of a dying fire, which illuminated the faces of his friends, each sound asleep. He stood quietly so as not to wake anyone.
While Brock slept Ash pulled the pendent from his pocket. The whistling that had begun as soon as Ash laid eyes on the pendent stopped abruptly when he shoved the object into his pocket. He wanted the pendent with him for safekeeping, for he knew that Brock would not be able to fight off Replicate.
Ash picked up some leftovers of the others' dinner, which was too fancy to have been made by anyone but Brock.
The almost inaudible sound of leaves crunching in time with steps drew his attention from his food. He slowly stood up, his headache allowing him to hear his heart pounding in his ears. Shaking off a sudden wave of dizziness, he made his way towards the sound of leaves, remaining quiet as he walked. Leaving the clearing behind, Ash crept into the forest, glancing between trees for the source of the noise.
It was the cracking of branches that caused him to look up in time to see a large net come crashing down from above him. It landed atop him, the weight forcing him to the ground.
A malevolent female laugh and a flash of blonde hair gave him a vague idea of who he was dealing with, but the scratchy male voice that followed made him certain of who his attackers were.
"We meet again, Ashton," the voice said.
Ash struggled against the net, trying to break free from his confines. "What do you want Butch?" he growled.
Butch went to answer but was interrupted by his female companion. "You of course," she said, flicking her blonde hair over her shoulder.
"What do you want me for?" Ash asked as he continued to no avial to try and free himself.
"You see dear Ashton," Butch began, glaring haughtily down at him. "When Team Rocket was dispersed we turned to the other side of the law."
"We're bounty hunters now," Cassidy added smugly. "And you have one hell of a bounty on your head."
Ash stopped struggling and quickly looked at her. "Bounty?" he asked in confusion.
"Did you really think you could kill all those people and get away with it?" Cassidy asked, her green eyes gleaming. "Although I have to commend you, I didn't think you had it in you."
"Kill?" Ash said, now completely befuddled. "I didn't kill anyone."
Butch narrowed his eyes, a look of disbelief covering his face. "No matter, we're still turning you in."
Ash began to struggle again, this time powering up to use and electric attack on his captors.
Cassidy t'sked at him. "Don't waste your energy," she said, a grin spreading across her face. "That's a shock proof net. We've learned from our mistakes."
As Ash powered down Butch hit him from behind with a large branch. For the second time that day Ash fell into unconsciousness.
~*~*~
Ash didn't know where he expected to find himself when he woke up, but a hard cot in a jail cell certainly wasn't it. He sat up slowly, hoping not to aggravate his headache, which had doubled in size since Butch had hit him. He pushed his black locks out of his eyes and winced as he ran his hand over a newly formed bump, courtesy of Butch and a big branch.
Ash's head shot up when he heard the sound of boots falling upon the concrete floor outside his cell. The boots stopped in front of his cell and Ash immediately recognized the man wearing them.
"Bruno," Ash said, relived to see a familiar face.
He was surprised when his greeting was returned with nothing more than a stony glare. Ash and Bruno had never been the best of friends, but they were hardly enemies.
Ash didn't allow his surprise to show as he asked, "What's going on?"
"That's what the league wants to know," Bruno growled, crossing his muscular arms over is chest as he watched Ash stand.
"I don't understand," Ash said, walking towards the bars that separated himself from the large fighting trainer.
"Did you think you could get away with it?" Bruno asked, his dark eyes following Ash's movements. "You killed all those people then kidnapped two gymleaders and the Pokemon Master."
Ash's eyes widened. "What?" he cried, the shock visible in his features. "I didn't kill anyone, and I didn't kidnap Richie!"
Bruno raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "We have a tape clearly showing you in the Master's Mansion killing anyone you came across."
It was then Ash understood. "Replicate," he muttered. Then louder, "That wasn't me."
Bruno rolled his eyes.
"No, I'm serious," Ash said, grabbing the bars. He was surprised to see Bruno take a step back.
"Don't try anything, Ashton, that entire cell is padded with rubber, your electric attacks stand no chance."
Ash raised his eyebrows as he glanced around to see that Bruno was right, rubber padded everything, even the cell's bars. Ash shoved his hands in his pockets, and it was then he noticed that something was missing.
"Bruno, where's the pendent?" he asked, slightly panicky.
"You mean this?" Bruno asked, pulling the golden pendent from his pocket.
"Give me that!" Ash cried, making a grab for it through the bars. Bruno simply backed away and placed the pendent back in his pocket, which was good in a way, for Ash was having a hard time ignoring the screams that were beginning in his head. He shook his head to clear it.
"Bruno, listen to me," Ash began. "I didn't kill anyone. It was Replicate, he transformed into me so you would think it was me."
"Replicate?" Bruno said, confused and disbelieving.
"It's the evolved form of Ditto," Ash explained.
Bruno shook his head. "You've lost it, Ashton. You've snapped."
"Bruno, you have to let me out. It's going to kill them! Bruno!" Ash's cries fell on deaf ears though, as Bruno disappeared down the hall and out of sight.
A/N: Well, you can't blame the long wait on me!! Well, yes you can, considering it took me a long time to write this, but you can't blame it entirely on me! 'Cause I was done and ready to post, but ff.net wouldn't let me. So it's not completely my fault. (Only 7/8ths my fault!). Well, let's see... there's nothing else to really say is there? Except please review, I love reviews!