"THAT'S IT!" Yelled Ash Ketchum. His face was filled with rage. In front of him was Misty Waterflower. She looked almost as angry. "I...I...I'M NOT PUTTING UP WITH THIS ANY FUCKING MORE!!!" He screamed. Then with a flourish he wheeled around. Pikachu tried to follow him, but Ash was moving away so fast that the electric mouse couldn't catch up.

"ASH KETCHUM, GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!" Misty yelled. She growled for a minute. Then she saw it. A shine of a switch blade knife. What is he going to do with...OH GOD NO! Misty thought. Ash for the last couple of days had been depressed, either picking a fight with everyone or talking about suicide.

Misty shot after Ash. It was a cold rainy November night and they were in a Pokemon Center near Mount Silver. She continued to trail Ash until he stopped at a cliff.

What is that boy doing now?

Ash began to hum a familiar tune, a Linkin Park song that Misty had heard. Numb. Then he began to sing. His voice, usually full of happiness and spirit, was now filled with rage, trembling in pure fury.

When he was done, he hung his head. Misty snuck up closer, watching him. She remineced the last few days since he had won the Pokemon championship. Ash was stressed and Misty almost felt as if it has yanked Ash away from her.

"Fuck you all." Muttered Ash. "You aren't worth it. None of you are. Not you Misty, not you Brock, not even you Professor Oak. You can all go to fucking hell for all I care. No one cares about me. So you know what? Fine. You want me to lose? Well, I'm going down. Not by anyone's hand but my own. It's now or never and I refuse to put up with it any more."

She didn't know what did it. The finality of his tone, the swearing, the very way he seemed to suddenly lose all emotion except rage and fury. Whatever it was, she knew that Ash was serious. He was going to end his life.

"NNOOO!!!" She screamed diving towards him. Ash just held out a hand and stopped her, bringing her down with a crash.

"Don't try to stop me Misty. No one can. Not now, nor ever." Ash stood looking over the cliff. Misty looked at him, her face torn between anger at his heartlessness and overwhelming sorrow that she might lose the only person who had actually made her feel like someone important.

Ash looked once more at her and replied, "Good bye Misty." Then he turned to the cliff. "Good bye world. May all the goddamned pain you have caused me be returned back to you three fold.

Then he jumped.

For three heat beating seconds Misty felt as if she had been shot. In the head. Time seemed to freeze as she saw Ash's body fall, spread eagled off the cliff.

"AAAAASSSSSHHHH!!!!"

That night Misty told Brock the news. They both realized that Ash was dead. But there was no press coverage. No big funeral. Nothing. Just Brock, Professor Oak, Ash's mom, and a teary eyed, heart broken Misty standing over a cliff near Mount Silver...

But was Ash really dead?