From: Roland Le Good (roland@minuet.demon.co.uk)
Subject: [PW!] Faced down
Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon
Date: 2000/06/19
I may have accidentally posted two stories today. If so consider it a
double bill :D
Faced down:
Ilanna drove Caleb onto the roof. He was still in a wheelchair and
complaining about it. Vincent watched their backs as they got onto the
roof.
" No, look stop, they'll undertand when they realise I'm a bounty hunter!
Listen to me for gods sake!"
" You're gonna love being old aintcha?"
" Humph,"
" Caleb, you're a bounty hunter?" Vincent asked.
" Yeah,"
" So you've got a license to kill?"
" Yep," Caleb grinned.
" So why don't you shoot em down?"
" They're innocent. I've killed people but I don't like hurting
innocents..."
" Look Caleb. You're a nice guy and... after what you said before you left
and now all this catching up with you... whatever happens.... I- I..."
Ilanna found it hard to say the words.
" Hey, Ilanna, it's ok. You can tell me,"
" I lo-"
" Peekaboo! I see you!" Carver stepped out of the elevator holding a
security guard, with a gun to his head.
" Sorry, is this a bad time?"
" Carver, always a terror..." Caleb winced.
" Aren't we the happy birdy? Well asshole I've got news for you. This whole
fucked up mess ends today. No more case, no more messing about, no more
you,"
" You sure you can shoot straight this time?"
Carver felt his fury rise and as a rush of adrenaline surged through him he
shot the guard and then calmed down.
" You retard. Ilanna shoot him!"
" Ummm.... I have no gun on me..."
" WHAT!?"
" I wasn't expecting to have a shoot out with anyone!"
" Vincent?"
" Sorry bud..."
Carver began to grin. Caleb sat there in his chair, thinking of a way out.
He couldn't find any. He felt a sensation as he realised his fate. One very
alien to him, fear.
" Oh shit. I'm gonna die in a damned wheelchair!"
Caleb began to sweat, Ilanna pulled a pokeball fromn her belt and got ready
to throw it.
" Looks like it'll all end in flames Caleb. Oh one last thing? D'they know
you were in Team Rocket?"
NO! Caleb's eyes grew wide and lurched forward.
" WHAT!?" Ilanna shrieked.
" From the sound of it they don't do they? One of our better operatives
too, used to be a hitman of sorts. Y'know killing for Pokemon? I didn't
know that until recently..."
" Caleb? You... couldn't!"
" I... It's true..."
Carver mimicked a plane crashing with his hand and made a whistling sound
followed a by a kaboom.
" It's all in the past though!" Caleb tried to explain, he realised his
life had just been ruined, even in the last few minutes of it.
" Damn right Caleb, but it ain't anymore, you will be though!" Carver
lifted his gun and pointed it at Caleb. A gunshot was heard. But it didn't
come from Carver's gun. Tarn, the hitman for an anti TR group and snuck out
of the elevator when everyone had been panicking. He stood far behind
Carver holding a smoking rifle.
Caleb opened his eyes. Carver's eyes had gone glassy and he fell to is
knees.
He fell on his hands and tried to lift himself up. He coughed blood onto
the roof and looked up at Caleb.
" Sweet dreams Cal-" His voice trailed off and he collapsed.
" Oooh, a little off the the left, close to the heart though. Easy shot,
nonetheless," Tarn grinned.
" You saved us!" Vincent cried.
" Yeah, something like that," Tarn raised the rifle again and fired Vincent
was knoced over by Caleb who rocked over his chair. Ilanna had dived behind
a small outcrop of wall.
" GO! NINETALES!"
" TAAAALLEEEEE,"
" Caleb! You're going down!" Tarn yelled.
" Why the fuck is he here?" Caleb asked.
" You know him?" Vincent asked.
" Nah, but I don't like him, call me crazy..."
" Ninetales! Flamethrower now!" Ilanna hated Caleb but wanted him alive.
" Oh crap," Tarn dived and rolled away from the flames. Caleb attempted to
stand but couldn't, so he rolled towards Carver's gun. He glanced at carver
and checked his pulse.
" Holy shit..." He came to his senses and pointed the gun at Tarn.
" Pokemon too? How am I gonna deal with this lot?" He ran from Caleb's
fire. He his behind a small wall and redied his rifle. Vincent grabbed the
gun from Caleb and ran quietly to the wall. Caleb anmd Ilanna got behind
cover. Tarn stuck his head around the corner and saw no-one there.
" Huh?" He heard shuffling from the other side of the wall. He raised an
eyebrow and smacked the wall with the butt of the rifle. Dust fell on both
sides and he listened closer.
" ACCCHOOOO!"
He jerked backwards and jumped up, rifle in hand.
" DIE YOU MOTHER F*CKA! EAT LEAD YOU PIECE OF SH*T! COME GET SOME ASSHOLE!
YAAAAAARRRRRR!" He fired several shots from the rifle, all over the roof.
The smoke cleared and he began to gasp. Vincent stood up.
" And I still missed. Shit,"
Vincent shot him down in the stomach.
He picked Caleb up and Ilanna returned Ninetales.
" Come, let' go,"
The next day all three met up in a bar, Caleb still in a chair.
" So, what'll you do know?"
" I'm going away, to Vermillion. I'm gonna get back to the old ways. I'm
gonna start bounty hunting again. Ilanna, you wanna come?"
" I know you killed people, innocent people too, but... I'll come. I need
to talk with you about that..."
" Vincent? What about you?"
" I'm going away too, but somewhere else, farewell anyway,"
" Yes, thanks. Say whatever happened to that psycho no the roof?"
" Shot 'im, dead I expect..."
" Fair enough, see ya," And they went their seperate ways....
