From: Jose L. Solano (jsolano199@aol.comlink)
Subject: [PW!] The Beginning of the End
Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon
Date: 2000/06/05
Pokewars: Trent Retwin (Or is it?)
"The Beginning of the End"
Jose L. Solano
Akumachu/Trent finally arrived on the shores of Fuchsia City after having
rowed in his bizarre pot-raft for two days.
"Curse this human body... why does it need food?!" Akumachu screamed to
himself. As he walked into the city, the disturbing feeling in his stomach
grew. He stopped by a bakery and quickly swiped a piece of bread. As he began
to scarf it down, the baker ran outside.
"HEY! You plan to pay for that?!"
"Yeah. How much is it?"
"That'll be $1.75."
"Ok, let me check my pockets..." Akumachu/Trent stuck his hand into a pocket
on the inside of his trenchcoat, dug around for a second.
"Let's see... I have it here somewhere... Ah! Here it is!" Akumachu/Trent
removed his hand from his pocket and showed the baker a quick motion of his
hand.
"What?! How dare you give me the Pidgey! I'll calling the cops right now!"
Quickly, the baker ran back into the bakery, followed by Akumachu/Trent. The
baker picked up the phone and began to dial, but Akumachu/Trent interfere and
started pressing random numbers.
"What the-?! What are you doing here?!" Akumachu/Trent grabbed the baker by
the neck and dragged him to a nearby sink. With the baker still in tow, he
plugged the drain and turned on the faucet. As the sink filled, he shoved the
baker's head underwater. Within a few minutes, the baker stopped struggling.
"He's probably just unconscious," Akumachu thought. "To hell with it."
Akumachu/Trent dropped the baker and walked out into the street. He
continued walking until he found a Pikachu walking the streets alone.
"Hello, little brother. How are you?"
"Pika!"
"That's good to hear. So what is there to do in the city?"
"Pikachu?"
"Yeah, I need a break from killing."
"Pika pika chuuu. Pika!"
"Make sense. Thanks, brother." Akumachu/Trent walked towards a bar.
According to the Pikachu, most adult male humans spent their evenings there. It
was worth a try.
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Akumachu/Trent left the bar a bit dizzier and a bit happier than before.
Trent's body was accustomed to alcohol, but Akumachu's mind wasn't.
Akumachu/Trent drunkenly staggered the streets. There was nobody there, so
nobody noticed him making a complete fool out of himself. He continued stomping
around until he finally fell over.
"Whoa... what a rush... I feel like crap... but I think I like it..."
Akumachu sat up against a nearby wall. Suddenly, he felt his back begin to
burn. He immediately jumped and turned around- he was leaning against a church.
"Well, fuck."
TBC
