From: Newton P. Haights (newhaights@aol.comanyte)
Subject: Re: [PW!] [Revised] Accidents will happen
Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon
Date: 2000/06/21
LordLocke/I wrote:
>"No! He seems... normal." 'That doesn't mean I'm not gonna be
>careless. I'm gonna keep an eye on him.'
>
>"Man man." Monk-chan was thinking the same thing.
>
>"Hey Gads, Monk-chan, you guys coming?" Andrew and Mara waved off from
>the edge of the movie set/battlefield.
>
>"Yeah. Wait up!" Gads and Monk-chan went to catch up, Gads favoring
>his injured left side.
>
>Meanwhile, from the director's chair, Speilbunk was grinning
>madly. "This'll make me FAMOUS! And RICH! What a movie! What a
>masterpiece!"
>
>Panopticon dazedly muttered something about a "double-Mankey sssssandwich,
>his sssscyther babiessss, and formerly-defencccelesssss foesss with machine
>gunsss
>getting divine retribution for messssing with the order...."
>
>TBC
At the commissary...
"Jeez, Andrew, slow down!"
Andrew was already halfway through the buffet when something else was different
than normal. "Say, Gads," thought Mara, "you don't remember that shard doing
anything to your metabolism, do you?"
"Nah, don't think so," replied Gads.
"I bon't fink it's mah mebabol..er.. *gulp* I don't think it's my metabolism
that's different," replied Andrew. "I've always been able to eat like this.
*shrug* I just usually eat slower. Manners and all, y'know." *chomp*
*crunch*
"Then why aren't you eating so slow now?"
"Weh, mebbe ah -- *gulp* maybe I'm just excited after that fight. Never been
much of a fighter, but all of a sudden, after I fell...I just got some kind of
rush."
"Hrrm." Gads scowled. "It's gotta be the shard."
Mara added, "Yeah. We gotta be careful. We don't know what that shard can
do."
"I wouldn't worry, I'm all right."
"Well, I'm still gonna -- "
"I said, *I'm fine.*"
"But - "
"I'M FINE!"
Everyone in the commisary looked over to their table. Andrew bigsweatted.
"Er, *ahem* sorry."
Gads and Mara looked toward each other knowingly. They didn't care what Andrew
said, they knew something was up...
*************
Back at Andrew's room...
#Andrew...#
"*mmgrpbh* Five more minutes, mom..."
#Aaaandreww...#
*groan* *mumble*
#ANDREW!#
Andrew shot up in his bed. He looked around, but there was nobody there.
"Huh. Must have been a...a dream..." He sat in his bed for about a half an
hour. He thought he dozed off, but he was too tired to be sure.
In the other room...
"...I don't care how fine he says he is, we still have to watch him. Andrew
won't be able to handle it."
"Yes, but how?"
"I don't know. Until we can get rid of that damned shard, we can't lose track
of him."
"What are we going to do then, huh? Have him sedated? Have him locked in the
Vermilion City bank vault?"
"If need be..."
"What?! He's not in THAT much trouble!"
"Well, what else can we do? We don't know how much that thing can affect him,
or what kind of abilities it could give him. Or, how it could make him use
those abilities."
"Well, it's not like he's totally defenseless. He did chase off Panop today."
"He was caught off guard. You know that in a fair fight, he'd get his ass
handed to him on a platter."
"But..."
"Come on, Mara. No offense to him, but the guy could never handle himself
under harder circumstances."
"Not normally, no, but --"
"He's undependable, unpredictable and we can't trust him anymore. He's too
much of a liability. *We* *can't* *trust* *him.*"
*ahem*
Gads and Mara looked to the doorway. Andrew was standing there. "So I'm
nothing more than a walking time bomb to you, Gads? Is that about it?"
"Well..."
"And Mara, you don't believe this bulls***, do you?"
"Well...he DOES have a point."
"You -- but --" Andrew was incredulous. "Both of my friends turn against me.
I'm some hideous untrustable nothing now. I can't believe this."
"But --"
"Goodbye."
TBC
(OOC: In case you couldn't tell, and it may be that confusing, Andrew was still
dreaming that whole thing.)
