Revenge at the Point of the Knife

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Pikachu jumped up in surprise, causing Serena to jump as well, his breathing heavy, panic and anxiety surging off of him in waves.
"Pikachu? What's wrong!" Serena asked, concern threading her voice.
Pikachu turned to Mr.Mime and told him what Ash had told him; even Mr.Mime was shocked to learn what the small rodent had. The other taller of the Pokémon turned to Dawn and pointed, then gestured to the house around them.
"Me?"She questioned. "And the living room?"
Everyone looked at her and were thinking the same thing, what could that mean?
The room was silent for sometime, everyone in thought.
As time dragged on, Delia eventually emerged from her room and saw the others deep in thought.
"What's going on??" She asked, sounding tired and worried.
Everyone turned to her in surprise and glanced at each other, unsure whether to tell her.
"You better not be hiding something..." she said softly.
"Pikachu had contact with Ash." Brock said carefully and calmly, not wanting to rule up the  older women.
Delia gasped. She seemed frozen in time for a few seconds before rushing to Pikachu and picking him up, hugging him. She then looked to the others in the room.
"Wait. How do you know?" She said, her eyes glazed with confusion.
Dawn pointed to Mr. Mime, "He can tell us through charades."
Delia nodded slowly and turned toward Mr. Mime.
"Can you repeat your actions?" She requested softly.
Mr. Mime nodded and pointed to Dawn then gestured to the house.
Delia thought for a moment; opening her mouth then closing it, trying to think of what it could mean. It was silent for a few moments.
"I...I don't know.." she said. She slowly started crying. She placed Pikachu in Serena's lap and retreated to her room once again.
Everyone watched her go, sadness filling all of them. Tears pricked at some of their eyes as they tried to stay strong.
Pikachu lowered his ears, upset that he couldn't get through to the other humans. He whimpered softly and cried.
Everyone else followed suit. Not wanting to hold back anymore. They held onto each other and let their emotions take over. This carried on for several minutes.
Finally everyone had calmed down enough to be able to talk.
But in the short time that they had been crying., Mr. Mime had been drawing.
Little scribbles and lines marked paper; making a sort of blob with a house shape near the bottom left.Mr. Mime walked to Dawn and pointed at the picture. She looked up and wiped her face. She studied it for a moment.
"Home?" She said softly; questioning the image. Then she thought a moment more.
She turned to Mr. Mime, a small flame in her eyes.
"My home."
Mr. Mime nodded enthusiastically, they were getting closer to the answer. He then gestured to the entire drawing, tracing a finger over the perimeter of the blob, then jabbed his finger in the middle, then turned his gaze to Dawn.
She gasped and turned to Brock, excitement in her eyes.
At this point, the entire room had either been watching the interaction or wiping away the last few tears, rubbing their nose from the sniffles. Now the whole room watched with anticipation as Dawn spoke.
"She's taking him to Sinnoh."
The room was silent for a split second. Then it clicked. The hints Mr. Mime was giving and Pikachu's acting. They all made sense now.
The room erupted into excitement and Brock ran off to tell Delia, not wanting anyone else to do so.
Now happy tears were dripping down everyone's faces and Pikachu seemed to have gained energy.
Though on the inside, he was scared.
Just what was J planning?

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Well. I'm not dead. I've kinda figured this out. And hopefully my writing will be a bit better. Ok. That's it.
-Feathermoon