From: otaku (animeotaku@mindspring.com)
Subject: [PW!] Warrior's Journey
Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon
Date: 2000/06/02
Darkness. Darkness surrounded John. He stood on a deserted road, between
two paths. On the right path, stood Lavender town, shimmering under the
moonlight. On the left path, darkness stretched outward into eternity.
?Which way do I go?? He called out into the empty air.
?You must go into the darkness. Face and concur your enemies boy.? Wisps
of purple smoke appeared, dancing around his head. They began to swirl
around him, growing larger. His mind screamed for him to move, but his
body refused to obey. The smoke engulfed him, and then expanded. Two
familiar faces appeared.
?Jack! Jill!?
?Heh heh heh. In the mood for a little Barbecue, Johnny boy?? Jack
smiled sadistically. John growled, leaping at the two people, but they
faded away before he could land a blow on either of them.
?There is only one way you can ever defeat them.? A sultry voice spoke
out.
?How? Tell me!?
?I do not need to tell you. You already know.? Lavender town
disappeared, and the darkness surrounded him completely. John nodded,
and walked into the darkness.
?Perfect. He is almost mine.? Damascus appeared from nowhere, grinning.
She chuckled softly, then began to laugh, the horrid sound echoing from
all corners.
Dawn. John rose out of bed, focused intently. He had stayed dressed, and
his things were still in his trench coat. Without saying goodbye to Mr.
Fuji, he strode out the door and on his way to Saffron. The trip took
more than an hour, but John barely noticed. When he got there, the first
thing he did was head into what most people called ?Rocket Central?.
Walking into a tiny hole in the wall store, John slapped $3000 down on
the counter. The people of Lavender had given tons of money to John, for
his journey. Now it was time to put it to good use.
The old man behind the counter whistled appreciatively at the money. He
looked up at John questioningly.
?Weapons. A lot of weapons.?
The man just shook his head, pointing to the display case. John glared.
All that was in the display case was a Wigglytuff launcher, a Swiss army
knife, and a few smoke bombs.
?You know, that?s funny. I did some research last night, and it seems
this insignificant speck of a store is pretty famous. I wonder why.
Don?t you wonder why, Jibs??
Jibs shook his head, sweating profusely. John sighed, and punched the
man directly in his gut. The man wheezed, and held up a hand in protest.
Reaching under the counter, he pressed a small button, and the wall
behind him lifted up, revealing nearly every type of weapon known to
man.
?Thought so. I?ll take that one.? John said, pointing to a long Samurai
sword. The man counted the money, and handed over the sword, and a hilt
for it.
?Before I go, one question; you haven?t said one word to me. Why??
The man lifted his head up, and pointed to a scar that ran from ear to
ear along his neck. John nodded, and left the store. Releasing both his
Pokemon, he leaned against a wall.
?I just want you both to know that I will forever be your master, and
your friend. However, if either of you is uncomfortable with the idea of
murder, I will allow you to leave now. But if you stay, know that I
intend to get revenge on the two who killed my parents, and kill them.?
Zuel and Igor looked at each other and nodded. Zuel padded over to John,
licking his hand. Igor floated above the Growlithes head, nodding.
?We?re both with you on this John. Let?s get those bastards.?
?Are you sure? Once we set out, there?s no turning back.?
?In for a penny, in for a pound.? The Ghastly spoke, taking on a British
accent.
?Glad to hear it. Now let?s get some breakfast, and then it?s off to
Celadon. Jack and Jill have an apartment there.?
Letting the two Pokemon stay by his side, John attached the hilt to his
belt, and sheathed the sword. He walked into the bright early morning
and adjusted his cap, pulling it down over his eyes. There was much work
to be done.
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