From: Dreadite (dreadite@tsoft.com) Subject: [PW!] Anne dreams, darkness falls on Dreadite. Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/03/02 Previously on the Pokewars: Dreadite is on the SS Anne! But what's this? He appears to have lost his powers! Dreadite powerless? Next time! *SD-Dread waves* On Anne Dreams lies everything! ****** Dreadite. Warrior. Immortal. The worst fear the world has seen, or at least so some claim. Dreadite. In beach clothes? Dreadite strolled onto the deck of the SS Anne, scanning the crowd, and brushing back his hair off his face. A slight warm breeze swept the deck, causing slight chaos with the card castle contest, as cards blew everywhere. Dreadite sidestepped, plucked two out of the air with his fingertips, and handed them to the man standing at the table before walking to the main crowd. "Hey hey..." Draedite turned slightly, noticed a familiar face, and sighed slightly. Rockets were everywhere on the boat. "What is it?" The rocket paused, looking at Dreadite for any unusual signs. She just shrugged. "Looking good. Boss sent the younguns too, eh?" Dreadite smiled smugly. "Young? Well, if you say so. Who else is on board?" "Minax for one. Frankly, I don't know why the boss sent her. Oh, and probably the usual two." "Shit." "Yeah, well. We're all over the place, you know." Dreadite nodded. The female rocket just pointed towards the back of the ship. "Care to come with me? We've got a small suprise for you..." (Gunshots.) Dreadite didn't even have to hear the gunfire to know what was up. Idiot drunks. Dreadite turned the corner to find two men on the ground, obviously intoxicated. "Wake up, morons." "Huh?" Dradite sighed, and lifted the two, one in each hand. He looked the first in the eyes, or as much as one could look a corsseyed man in the eyes. "Idiots. Gunfire on a public ship. What're you trying to do?" "Sohuh?" Dreadite tossed the first man overboard, and looked at the second. The man just fainted. Dreadite tossed him over his shoulder, and strolled over to a trashcan before storing the man safely inside. "Impossible to find good help these days." ***** "You did WHAT?" The female rocket was stunned. Dreadite just shrugged. "I can't believe you tossed them overboard," she stated quite firmly. "You exterminated two of our operatives!" Dreadite waves his hand. "I desposed of only ONE man. The second is still alive. Last I checked, although they have have compated the trash by now." The female rocket smiled. "I knew there was a reason the Boss sent you." Dreadite raised an eyebrow. "They say three's a crowd." The female rocket stopped, and handed Dreadite a manilla folder. "Who's they? By the way, my name is Sundance.. and I'll be your partner on this assignment." ***** Dreadite sighed. "Dragged to another stupid ball... but we must keep up appearances." He kicked the key off the spare bed, and wondered what the hell Giovanni was thinking assining him in a COUPLE. A team person Dreadite was not, and this was not the kind of thing he voulenteered to do. He set the key under the outside rug, and walked to the swimming area. The area was darkened, as the pool didn't officially open for a few hours. Not that Dreadite cared. He lept in. Slashing and cutting through water, Dreadite dacned around underwater with his katana, practicing. He didn't bother to go up for air, too busy conentrating. (This must be Giovanni's way of getting back at me..) Dreadite stabbed backwards, and someone yelped. "Hey, watch it!" Dreadite turned, and faced Sundance, who was standing in the shallow end. "Venting, are we? By the way..." Dreadite lept out of the deep end, and landed on the diving board in a crouched position. "No." Sundance frowned. "You didn't let me ASK yet!" "No, I didn't. The answer is no." Sundace sighed. Impossible man... how long had he been with Team Rocket? She flipped through the folder. "Dreadite. Rookie. Two months." She thought about that. No, that can't be right... well, whatever the Boss says, she thought to herself. She tossed a towel around her waist, and headed off towards the deck. Her tan needed darkening. Dreadite knelt on the diving board, and called out Pidgey. "Time for some water based training... your challenger will be..." Dreadite pressed a button, and the lights went on. A small shape flased from the water, and shimmered in the air. "Dragonair!" Dreadite pointed. "Pidgey, this is water. Sand-attack is useless. You must use your wits to defeat this opponent... and by the yay, you have three minutes." The pidgey cocked its head to one side, watching the Draginair swim under the water like a snake, curling and waving its sinuous body from side to side. It flew low, and Dragonair shot out of the water, shooting a whirl of energy up. Dragon Rage. Pidgey fley up high, barely avoiding the powerful attack. Dragonair skipped across the water, using its agility to dodge the Pidgey as it shot downwards into the water. Dreadite called back his Pidgey, and turned off the simulator. "Good attempt, but you must remember to never dive bomb over water... water pokemon are agile, and you're not waterproof." Pidgey just shook, and started to fix its wet feathers. Dreadite sighed, and picked Pidgey up and put it on his shoulder, before heading back to his room. ***** Giovanni laughed. It wasn't his idea to pair Dreadite with someone, but he liked the idea. Nothing like causing suffering to keep his minions in line. And Sundace was so superficial, it was perfect... just perfect. ***** Dreadite sighed, being dragged along the deck of the ship by Sundance, who was insistant on showing her new partner EVERYTHING about the ship. Dreadite thought back... no, things were much different then. Dreadite clenched his fingers into a fist without thinking. Sundance yelped. "Ouch!" "Sorry." Dreadite released his grip, and wiped the single tear that appeared in his eye. (I'm getting soft... my memories are actually bothering me.) Dreadite lost himself in his emotions. He just followed, knodding, and thinking... (Aeren. Doppler?) Another tear. Sundance looked at the rocket, and wondered what was going through his head. "Hey Dreadite... you awake?" No answer. Sundance just shrugged. "Weird." ***** Dreadite. Warrior. Immortal. And heartless? No. Dreadite cried inside his shell of emptiness. And then the darkness swept in, the lonelyness. ***** "Darkness swallows up the light." The cabin light flicked off. "I am the Darkness, Dreadite." The sound of water. A shimmer of water fell from the figure in the shadows. Dreadite cried. And no-one was there to listen. And then there was silence. And then a quick sound like metal through the air. Dreadite brought the sword down into the puddle of tears on the ground, spreading the slowly growing puddle. And then there was the silence again. And sobbing was the only thing left to do. --- TBC? Dreadite ----- The darkness, all around. Ghosts are like shadows, escaping death but for a moment, like shadows flitting from light. Ghostly we are, flitting from death but for a moment.