Subject: [PW!][ATR] The Evolution Dillusion
Date: Saturday, February 05, 2000 1:20 AM
Derrick wandered around the outskirts of the Ivory Island
base, which was pratically everywhere due to the barren landscape covered with
clutters of clutters of clutters of tall, thin trees. Winter was begining to
fade away and so the white blanket covering the treetops went with it.
Abandoned buildings, stained with the red of the bloody war many months ago
lonesomely slumbered along side each other within the faint cracks of dirt.
Since the battle, those buildings haven't been touched, for many ATR agents
were still trying to fix the bugs happening in the main control systems, far on
the other end of the floating palace.
One of the Pokeballs attached to his belt suddenly started
shaking and fought it's way out. Derrick looked down to his feet and saw the
familiar figure of regret, despair, and old-fassioned wisdom. A mystical aura
surrounds Exeggcute's mind, but Derrick is one who cannot figure it out. A poet
of a pokemon, and always had words of wisdom to speak, Exeggcute was now
growing more insane every day, just as with the turning of the sun, Derrick
grew more tired and charred from the fires of envy.
It has been so long since Derrick could remember Venonat's
teasing of it's surroundings. It never had a care in the world, but couldn't
care more. He was extremely annoying, but he had his innocence wrapped around
him like a rope tightly latched onto the docks to prevent the ship from sailing
off by itself into the raging seas which rammed into the crew, causing them to
plummet in the deep without a chance. Every once in a while, Venonat had
reminded Derrick to just forget what was so wrong with the world and celebrate
what was so right. That feeling would never come back now.
When one feels like the seed of a weed, drifting away from
the crowd into the swiftly swishing summer skies, they feel alone and separated
from all else. Beedrill's sting has a venom. It's venom which has caused
remorsely changed Derrick's course of life, was the same that helped fight of
Team Rocket from the control centers. It was the same venom which helped win
gym battles against such opponents like Lt. Surge. It was the same venom which
provided the cure, Derrick's elixer to the disease. "If only he understood
that," Derrick thought to himself. Now it is too late to understand anything at
all, without their faith by his side, what else was there to do but throw in
Derrick stared at a ragged Team Rocket shirt being slashed
by the fury of the early winds. The shirt was clung onto a dying bush aside the
wall of a building. Derrick slowly traveled his eyes up and stared at the
window, then closed his eyes as his mind wandered with the lost colorless wind.
- - - - - - - - - -
Eyes opening, Derrick found himself lying on the cold metal
floor of the ATR Base. Bandages covered his legs and chest with stains of blood
and the foul stench emanating through. Darkness fell over Ivory Island whilst
the clouds covered the sun, hinting a terrible fate. Derrick could see this
through a hole in the roof. A shadow of a human figure came over him. Now, he
had only one thing to say to this person, friend or not.
"Is it over?"
"My friend, it has only begun." Another person at his side
spoke. Derrick squinted through the flickering lights.
"S...Sirius?" The blur nodded.
"Fell through roof..."
"H...how long have I been lying here?"
"Long," another voice interrupted. "Let Sirius get his
"....." Derrick looked up to see the other person was Tank.
"Will.. I make it?"
"Probably, but I'm not making any promises. You have
it's not too serious. I put you on a medication, so some side affects might
occur." Tank turned to Derrick. "You might become psychotic, but that's a
chance we'll have to take."
"How many days have I been unconcious?"
"You ask too much questions. Time matters no more. Just if
my mission complete."
"I'll explain in the morning, get your rest, you'll need
it. Team Rocket is getting too close to the center and we have to hurry!"
- - - - - - - - - -
"You remember, don't you?" Derrick asked Exeggcute.
"Yes, and I remember there was an old storage facility in
the big basement, we should check it out," they responded plainly. "There isn't
much to be done, but that must be done soon." Derrick smiled. Exeggcute seemed
to be recovering from it's depression. Just weeks ago, it was to commit
suicide, or evolved and risk a lifetime disabled. Those were not the choices
limmited to Derrick's fellow Exeggcute, but it felt as if those were the
options. Exeggcute had lost all it's self confidence.
As they walked on throughout the halls, Derrick was striken
with the painful memories of a once proud and wise pokemon making a drastic
fall to despair. But as it seemed: like trainer, like pokemon. When Derrick
refused to take the big step of evolving Exeggcute with the Leaf Stone, he felt
he was doing what was right. After all, the doctor had said an Exeggcute
missing a part while evolving could be permanently disabled, both physically
and mentally. Derrick is still struken down by Exeggcute's little, but powerful
words to strike repeatedly at Derrick's soul. *Where is our freedom?* they had
Where is our freedom?
The thought still stuck in his mind as he stumbled into the
old storage room, which was now filled with much cobwebs all over walls.
Derrick knelt down towards a few boxes and opened them. There were potions, but
they had lost their colour and vigor. There were evolution stones, but they
were dull, faded, and cracked. There were TM's put the programming was jammed.
In fact, the TM's were so old and unused, that they went only up to TM number
Derrick studied a few old Anti-Team Rocket newspapers,
trying to catch up on events that had happened long before he joined. When he
had finished skimming through the pages of the fourth paper, he heard an
unusual noise coming from behind a pile of crates stacked to the ceiling. Come
to think of it, Exeggcute hadn't made any sound in a while! Derrick was
immediately stunned by the repetition of the noise again and looked around.
Paranoid shivers wrung throughout his body as he slowly crept towards the back
of the crates with a poke-ball in his hands.
His body was giving off tremendous amouts of sweat as he
fastly turned his head to glare at every single dark corner of the vacinity
with wide eyes. His body was experience extreme tremors as he slowly inched
towards the crate pile and jumped to the side. What he saw was more dreadful
than what he'd thought.
There sat Exeggcute, with glowing eyes, meditating eyes,
peacful eyes, focusing it's psychic energy. Above the Exeggcute was a huge
crate levitating in the air. Derrick just gasped as Exeggcute made the items
from withon come out. The crate contained . . . . . .
"Leaf stones! Noooo!" Derrick cried as he jumped forward to
protect Exeggcute from evolving into abnormal proportions. It turned towards
him with a massive anger on it's face. Then, Exeggcute used it's psychic
abilities to force Derrick to the corner of the room, into a pile of old
cardboard boxes. "How.. what?" Derrick didn't remember Exeggcute knowing such a
powerful ability. He looked to the side and saw a TM on the floor. Exeggcute
appeared to have taught itself Psychic.
Derrick just could sit and watch in horror as his dream of
Exeggcute was shattered. Finally, one of the Leaf Stones, which was still full
of shine, yet very unusual in shape, was drawn to Exeggcute. Before his eyes,
Derrick witnessed the taking place of evolution, not by his command. His
Exeggcute had gone past the boundaries of being obedient, way too far past it.
Exeggcute's form began to emanate a bright blue glow, then it beamed white as
it grew taller.. and taller... and taller... and taller.
Derrick gawked as a huge tree approached him and glared at
him, this time, with innocent eyes, and a stir of regret and pity for himself.
It then closed it's eyes and communicated through mind. *I will continue with
you in your world, master, but I now will be of more use than a glass of ice
water on a cold, winter night. Now, master, I shall fail you no more.
Derrick felt shocked. His pokemon called him master, like a
slave. He used to be friends with all his pokemon, and now, this one reffered
to him in a different manner. It seemed that Exeggcute, now Exeggutor, felt
obligated to to bring fulfillment to Derrick as a good pokemon, but in that
cost came the fulfillment of being a good friend. Derrick wasn't sure whether
he liked the new Exeggutor, but he knew he had no other choice. Perhaps now it
has achieved it's freedom.
But one man once said, "To be free is to have achieved your
Has Derrick achieved anything? Does he know how to find his
To Be Continued
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"They who would leap high must take a long run."
"Hide people from bad things and you've made them weaker."