He felt the cold metal on his nape, but stayed silent. He would make a mistake. He would fail. Ash Ketchum thought he was better than the world, and was told wrong when he was held at gunpoint. He was getting forced to kill a girl who wouldn't even feel the bullet's pain. But what was there to do? He had to grab the gun hanging at his side, but the kidnapper would long put the bullet through his throat. Then he felt it. Ash spun around and knocked the gun to his side, the bullet slamming into the ground. He grabbed the gun next to him, and fired, and didn't stop until the chamber was out. Ash tossed the gun to the side, and loomed over the body. He had filled a man with holes. He went to check the pulse, because he didn't believe he had killed a man. "AH!" Ash cried, when the man pulled on his leg, sending him to the floor. The enemy had gotten up, and removed a vest under his shirt. Ash got up as quick as he fell, and sent a jab to the assailant's face. It had gotten dodged, and was sent flying as a quick and hard punch connected with Ash's stomach. Ash got up, and decided to release his new combo of punches. As the enemy sent a right hook, Ash slammed his arm into it, sending it to the side, leaving the enemy open. Ash sent a left-handed backhand to the enemy's face, but the attacker recovered and spun him around and shoved him into a wall. Ash used the speed to vertically climb it, flipping over, and his foot connected with the back of the attacker's head. It was hard, and sent the attacker face-first into the rocky concrete. Ash landed on his back, as the wind was knocked out of him, and was sent into the abyss. He woke up seconds later.
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Stereotyped
Fanfiction...Am I that stereotyped? wondered Ash Ketchum. This boy was a nomad, never stayed in one place. When he goes to his new college, he had gotten sued twice, for crimes he never really committed. This is the story of The Stereotyped Boy. I do not own...
