From: Cat-Gonk (gjani@iinet.net.au)
Subject: Re: [PW!] Hatred
Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon
Date: 2000/06/17
Meeh! Meeh meeh Sat, 17 Jun 2000 11:38:37 +1200, caheeh meeh meeh
"jigglywobble" <jiggly@xtra.co.nz> meeh caheeh!
>After doing the deed, D'lesse drove away in Thaddeus' car. In the back of
>her mind, she could still hear Rita's screams of mercy, and the dull
>thudding sound of her boot kicking Rita in the head.
>It almost made D'lesse cry, but she was strong. She couldn't let Rita get
>her down. After all, she still had Thaddeus' credit card, and a whole bundle
>of cash from Rita's place. There must have been at least $10 or $20,000 in
>the briefcase next to her, most of which she was going to open a bank
>account with. Silly to carry that much cash around.
>She thought about what she was going to do once she reached Hellion Town.
>A new car would be her first priority, and then to dump the old one.
>Maybe a name change, maybe not.
>And somewhere to stay. Perhaps an apparment on the beach front. But she
>would decide whe she arrived.
Clampion Towers, Hellion Town.
Felix's deckchair faced the ocean, having a clear uninterrupted view
of the sea. In the distance, he could just barely make out the
volcanic island of Cinnabar against the horizon. The table next to him
held a glass of Clefairy-Cola, his clipboard, and an empty Pokeball.
Cygnet flew around in the open skies, ducking and weaving around the
odd Pidgey winging its way out from Viridian Forest. In his talons, he
held Munty by the scruff of the neck, the crippled Pikachu enjoying
the freedom of flight. Galahad was off buying supplies from Hellion
Hive, the place of his birth, as well as seeing how the mighty colony
had changed over the years. Chansey was hanging with her friends at
the Hellion Pokecentre, so all that remained was Oddish. The
weed-Pokemon bounced its way out onto the balcony, having grown tired
of watching endless reruns of Dragonite Pokeball Z. Hopping onto its
master's stomach, Felix picked it up and played with it as if it were
an infant, gently swaying it from side to side causing the Oddish to
giggle and smile.
Though his Pokemon were having fun now that they had a chance to get
out of their Pokeballs and catch up with their old friends, Felix was
beginning to grow restless. The Pokemon Journey had taken its toll on
his ability to settle down, Felix wanted to go out into the world and
explore it once more. Perhaps he'd phone Kirsty, wherever she was, or
Samuraichu, both of which he hadn't heard from for quite some time.
Felix couldn't go back to school, not after this. His best friend was
off in another dimension, and if he went back there was no doubt in
his mind that he'd have to fend of endless challengers now that he'd
earnt himself somewhat of a reputation as a trainer. Training seemed
to be the only thing in his life now that mattered to him, it provided
the cash he sought after, given him a name and provided him with
adventure and excitement. His own father was living proof that once
you took up the belt and Pokedex, there was no turning back.
What was life like, he thought, for those not undertaking a Pokemon
Journey. How could they exist without the adrenalin, the sense of of
freedom it provided. One of his closer friends from Pokemon Tech,
Andrew, had decided against a Pokemon Journey and instead moved to
Saffron to study engineering. Felix hadn't heard from him for almost a
year now. He was probably having a good time, the young trainer
thought, and took another sip from his glass of soft drink.
Something was coming. Something was coming that would alter his life
completely, and set him on a new path towards self-fulfilment. Felix
knew that a turning-point in his life was long overdue, he could
somehow predict when his life would go off on a new tangent. Perhaps
it was the visions, the dreams, or something else, but he had begun to
realise within himself a strange ability to see a short distance into
the future, as if he were an actor on a stage and holding his script,
read ahead to prepare for his next lines. Perhaps it would be a
person, or an event, or a revelation, but it was going to be big, he
knew it.
Oddish curled up in his lap, and fell asleep.
TBC...
