From: Maria Rocket
Subject: Re: [PW!] Dark Reunion
Date: Saturday, February 12, 2000 5:59 AM
>> He watched her suspiciously for a moment, then lifted his boot off. "I'm
>> even going to ask. Just don't do that again. Ever." Dreadite brushed
>> hair off to the side. Team Rocket was full of psychos, but sometimes he
>> never quite see it coming. As Maria pushed herself up, he looked up
>> the doorway. His eyes glowed with an evil grin. "Well well well....so
>> come back to me, have you?"
>> Maria turned around to see who Dreadite was talking to. Her pupils
>> with fright. Mimic was standing there, looking as if he were caught
>> entering and bolting. Maria looked between her leader and her lover, and
>> clenched her fists.
>"Mimic never, *EVER* come back to you."
>Dreadite had never seen such utter hatred in Mimic's eyes. His look was
>intense enough that some mortals might have stepped away in instinctive
>terror, but such was beneath Dreadite. "Then what are you doing here?"
>"Mimic go where Maria go."
>"You *do* know she's one of us, don't you?"
>"Maria is person. No need be Rocket, no need be Anti-Rocket. Just need
>be Maria. Is all Mimic care about."
>"So...oh ho, I see." Dreadite smirked. "That explains the rumors about
>James quite nicely." His smiling eyes danced over Maria. "I have to
>admit, that's a way to 'catch 'em all' I've never heard of before.
>Although one could say that Ash uses a variant on your technique."
>Maria met Dreadite's gaze with unmasked curiosity. "What..."
>"You don't know? ..." He looked at Mimic again. "She *doesn't* know,
>"What don't I know?"
>Dreadite pondered giving the information out, but decided that the
>reaction would be worth it. "That your child is only half human."
Since the discovery of the true father of her child, Maria had quietly held
these fears. Mimic had assured her that the baby would most likely be a
normal human, but she suspected that this simply couldn't be true. Although
she loved Mimic, her pregnancy frightened her more than she would admit. Was
the baby a monster?
Maria stared up at Dreadite. "I suppose it is. How would you know, anyway?"
"Only Giovanni is ranked higher than I am Maria, you know that." Dreadite
raised an eyebrow at her. "There is very little that I do not know."
Maria bit her lip. "So what do you know?"
Dreadite set his eyes on Mimic. "It would appear that whatever you're carrying
has DNA that matches my former prize Pokemon to a T."
Mimic glared back at the Rocket.
Dreadite simply smiled coldly. "If you know anything about Pokemon breeding,
then you know that when a Ditto breeds with another Pokemon, it reproduces
itself, internally or externally, then fuses with the genetic structure of the
other. This creates a Pokemon that as a result of the fusion, is in all
respects the same kind of Pokemon as the non-Ditto Pokemon, yet is unique since
it was created from two or more sets of DNA. But in your case....our
scientists have found the genetic structure of your child to be very unstable.
Probably because you're not a Pokemon..." He laughed dryly. "Of course, most
of them have no idea."
"If Dreadite know, then Giovanni know..." Mimic whispered.
"Yes...Giovanni wants to take Maria out of service as soon as she reports in
again..." Dreadite rubbed his chin. "Something about a medical faculty in
Fuschia. Not to worry you, he just wants to keep a close watch on the child's
progress. He's very interested..."
"Mimic know how Giovanni interested....like interested in Mew," Mimic grimaced.
Dreadite shrugged. "Aren't we all?"
"So..." Maria blinked towards the floor. She felt numb. "My baby..."
Dreadite put a hand on her shoulder. "Not to worry. Team Rocket employs the
best doctors in the world...we'll help you through this." His gaze lifted back
towards Mimic. "And I'll start by recapturing Mimic before he causes anymore
The feathered Rocket brushed past Maria, putting himself between her and Mimic.
He pulled a Pokeball from his cloak and brandished it. Maria's head snapped
up and she whirled around to grab at his cloak. "NO!"
But she couldn't move him, and she was pushed to the side with the quick
movement of a wing. She stumbled back and caught herself on the floor of the
With a cry of rage, Mimic transformed into a copy of Dreadite and lunged at
him, wings spread high. Just in time, the real Dreadite drew his weapon and
blocked his doppleganger's sword in a clash loud enough that it could be heard
crystal clear even in that vacuum. Mimic was slowly pushing the crossed swords
closer to his face, inch by inch. Dreadite eyes widened, as Mimic drove him
back like a creature possessed.
"Mimic *not* go in Pokeball," Mimic snarled. "Maria *not* go to lab!"
On the floor, Maria was barely lifting herself from her knees, when she winced
and pitched back down. She grimaced. "Ow."
Something in her tone, made Mimic turn his head. "Ow?"
Dreadite took this opportunity to pick up his fist, the one still clutching the
Pokeball, and swing it across Mimic's face. It met with a crunch, sending
Mimic down hard, and his sword clattering across the floor.
"Ow!" Mimic dove quickly dove for his sword and absorbed it in a flash. He
looked between Maria and Dreadite, who was just staring down at him for the
"Owww...." Maria remained doubled over as she was. "Damn it, this isn't the
time for cramps...." Then it hit her. And she broke out into a cold sweat.
Dreadite laughed down at Mimic. "Silly Pokemon. Now...you're mine." He drew
back and threw the Pokeball down at the fallen Mimic.
Time suddenly seemed to move unnaturally slow. Dreadite's cloak fell from his
face with the movement of his throw, exposing his flowing hair that glimmered.
Mimic drew back in terror, his eyes narrowing with fear. Narrowing, and
narrowing and narrowing...until they were nothing but two little black beads.
The purplish Ditto squealed an anguished cry and leapt up into the air, hoping
to avoid the light. Across the room, Maria's head shot up, followed by the
rest of her. Wincing, she ran across the room.... And jumped up, grabbing
Dreadite's long beautiful hair.
Maria yanked back hard.
"OWWW!!!" Dreadite screeched.
Sitting over at the table, the dark winged figure snickered.
Dreadite pulled away and stumbled back, his hands to his head. Maria turned
from him, to the little trembling Ditto, and just stared. Just an inch away
from Mimic lay the Pokeball, which had barely missed its target. Maria had
never seen Mimic like that before, and she felt a little faint. She just bit
her lip and limped over. She gathered him up and held him. She could feel him
shaking, and she could hear him making a strange little high pitched sound.
"Shush." Maria looked up at Dreadite. "Please Dreadite....just let us go.
You know you don't want us. And I know you don't really want to give us to
Dreadite's eyes narrowed dangerously. "How can you pretend to possibly know
what I want?"
"I know you from experience and reputation...if you were serious about turning
us in, you wouldn't be playing these games. You do what you do because you're
ordered to...because it raises your status in Team Rocket. But you're tired of
being Giovanni's lapdog, aren't you?"
Dreadite clenched his fists. "Insolent words, especially coming from you....I
know your records. You're every bit as ambitious as I am. You simply haven't
got the stomach for the worst of the dirty work. You like to pretend, but
you're too soft. That's why you're still a low ranked Rocket...and why you're
in the situation you're in." He looked away and back at her with a deeper
frown. "Perhaps I could care less about Giovanni's agenda....but make no
mistake, Mimic was, and still is *mine*."
Maria shook her head. The pains in her abdomen were becoming worse, but she
refused to acknowledge them. "Dreadite....I don't want to fight you. Don't
Dreadite laughed. "Indeed...you intend to defeat me by pulling my hair out?"
He pulled his cloak up. "You would risk your life for this....thing....that
has given you so much pain?" He raised an eyebrow. "The Maria I knew would
have killed the Ditto on the spot for what it did."
"Probably." Maria met his eye. "People change though. It happens from inside
out, so you usually don't see it coming. I'd suppose even the great Dreadite
has had his heart turned inside out and handed to him on a platter."
Dreadite closed his eyes momentarily. Maria blinked in surprise. Apparently
she had hit something on the head....though she had no clue what. Dreadite
turned away and waved at the dark figure, who startled and disappeared. His
wings folded neatly behind him.
"Clearly, you have no sense whatsoever. Take the Ditto then....for now. I
feel trouble on the winds...such that it carries even in this place. Until we
meet again....may it be on the wing or in battle." Dreadite took two steps
into the darkness and disappeared.
Maria blinked down at Mimic in her arms. "What do you suppose he meant by
tha--" She gasped sharply, as the pain protested at being ignored. She hoped
Mimic hadn't noticed. This couldn't be happening, not now... Heck, she didn't
even *look* pregnant!
She slid a hand across the still trembling Ditto. "Ow....Mimic...I think we
need to get out of here... Are you okay?"
"Psy yie yie..."
"R is for Rrrah...Rrrah...Rocket!" - Meowth