From: Jose L. Solano <jsolano199@aol.comlink> Subject: [PW!] It was a dark and stormy night... Date: Saturday, February 12, 2000 9:00 AM Finally, Trent and the bike gang reached Celadon City. After being away for so long, Trent had forgotten how big his hometown really was. Without saying a word, the bike gang rode back to their bridge. Trent wasn't sure what to do next; Akumachu had told him to go to the cemetary, but which one? There were at LEAST nine. By the time he had reached the first cemetary, the big and beautiful Forest Lawn Memorial, the sun began to set. He walked into the main office at the entrance. "Excuse me," he asked the receptionist, "But is a man by the name of Trent Retwin buried here?" The receptionist looked searched through the computer databank, but wasn't able to find the name Retwin. "I'm sorry, but we don't have anyone here by that name." "Fine then." Trent stormed out of the office and into the streets. He walked a few miles to the next cemetary, the small and ugly Celadonia Cemetary. As there was no office, he had to search himself. Gravestone by gravestone, Trent searched for his name. He was surprised when he found a large headstone with the name "Retwin". Below it were three smaller graves. The first was the father Trent had never known. The gravestone read: "William Retwin, 1938-1983. A kind man, a good husband, and a good father. We will never forget him." Trent knew none of it was true. Maybe his father might have been a kind man before he was born, but by then he had gone insane. He committed various murders for no reason. Before a psychologist could study him, he was sentenced to death. The next gravestone bore his mother's name: "Samantha Retwin, 1948-1999. A loving mother and wife. Go with God's peace." Trent remembered his dear, old mother. She was very kind and always happy, but her addiction to tobacco was what finished her off. Now Trent remembered that he had attended both the funeral and the burial, and this was the only place he could afford. He shed a single tear, but quickly wiped it away. The third gravestone was his one. It read: "Ian Trent Retwin..." "Oh great, they used my real name..." Trent muttered to himself. He continued reading: "1979-1999. Cruel and heartless. Rot in hell, Retwin." Trent didn't know who wrote the gravestone, but he kicked it over in anger. "Retwin," Akumachu said. "You've found the body. Now, dig it out and await instructions." Finding an empty grave with no gravedigger, Trent grabbed the shovel and began to dig at his own grave. After a few minutes, he hit something. This was surprising- It hadn't even been a foot yet. It wasn't hard like a coffin, rather soft... like a human. Throwing the shovel aside, he brushed off some of the dirt. Surely enough, it was a human body. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw his own face. "Well, I found it," he said to himself. "Akumachu, what do I do now?" "Well, it's about time, Retwin. Now, place your hand over your face." Trent grabbed the limp hand and place it on his face. "No, the other way around! Put Simon's hand on your face!" Trent did as ordered. "Alright. Now what?" "If you hold on a few minutes... this will hurt a bit." Akumachu generated an electric shock from Trent's body, also electrocuting both bodies. "AKUMMACHU!! WHAT ARE YOU-YOU DOINGGGG?!" Trent yelled. He felt his skin burning, and his sight fading. "I'm terribly sorry, Retwin, but the only way to tranfer your soul into your body is to kill you again." Trent could here Akumachu laughing. Almost as soon as it had started, the pain ended. Trent fell to the ground, his body still smoking. He closed his eyes... "RETWIN! Wake up!" Trent opened his eyes again. He sat up, and looked around. He was still in the graveyard. "So it wasn't just a bad dream..." Trent rubbed his head- his own head. He looked at himself. He felt his face and his hair. His old scar was even there. "I'm... I'm back! I'm back in my body!" Trent got up out of the soil. He looked at himself. His clothes were torn and burnt. He lifted up his shirt and observed a large scar on his stomach, were Dreadite had slashed him. He stretched his muscles and cracked his knuckles. "I see you've reacquainted yourself with your body. Now, don't forget our deal." Akumachu said. "I won't. But there's still some business I have to take care of..." TBC Jose Luis Solano ------------------------------- Offical Member of the AFSH Stupid Brigade ------------------------------- Beware the Dark Hamster of the Sith