From: Steve-B, the Inevetably Returning Great White Dope (steve.brunton@bigfoot.com) Subject: [pw!F] Apples and Lamb Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000-12-22 13:48:19 PST Well, bear with me. This is my first PW!, so here is hoping its ok. Enjoy! Saffron city had changed since Wesley had been there last. He didn't even recognise the Pokemon Centre as he walked in. Stairs, it had stairs! However, it had one thing he had learned to rely on: tired pokemon trainers. It was late, dark and quiet, the perfect time for Wesley to strike. The first person he came to was a young boy, possibly around 13, maybe 12. His back-pack was his pillow. "Best not risk it" thought Wesley. Ah! Now this was more like it. A girl, maybe 14 years old, slept with a bag by her side, half open. Looking around to make sure Nurse Joy was not watching, Wesley slid his hand into a the hole. "Lets see" he thought. His hand felt around, at first. There was a round object, a pokeball? Probably. He kept on reaching until he came to something cold, plastic. A Pokedex? Most likely. Tempting, but Wesley knew these were easy enough to trace. His hand rested on a round item again. 2 Pokeballs? No, this one was not round, it was smooth, but seemed to slope of at the top. An apple? He squeezed it, and sure enough, a little juice smeared over his hand. Mmmmmm, apples. Slowly, he pulled the apple out. After careful consideration, he decided that this was a very good apple, and slid it into his own pocket. Now, he needed an antidote. If he had learned one thing as a trainer, it was that poisoned Pokemon were cranky. Perhaps this trainer had an antidote! He reached in again, looking for anything that fitted the description of an antidote. Low and behold, he found something alright. "A hyper-potion!" he thought to himself, and slid this into his pocket. Pleased with his work, Wesley went back to the canteen. There were one or two older trainers there, discussing something about the prices of TMs these days. Un-interested, Wesley made his way to the serving hatch. "Good evening." he purred to the dinner lady. "What are you doing out this late?" She stared at him sideways, unimpressed. "What`ll it be, Romeo? The soups cold, but there is some good lamb left" "Lamb it is. The bill, please?" asked Wesley, sarcastically. The woman dropped the lamb onto the tray, along side some potatoes, and some unpleasantly thick gravy. "Get outta here, kid." she moaned. Wesley raised his imaginary hat, turned, and left to find a table that didn't have what used to be meat on it, and sat down. "So, I wanted Double Team, and it was over a grand!" Some guy shouted. Wesley laughed, and continued to eat his meat. It was quite nice. A bit salty, in fact, it called a small spasm in his eyebrows. But, it was free, so why complain. "Do you know how long it took me to get dragonrage?!?" Idiots. In the Celadon prize centre, there was a spring that, if you jiggled it a little bit, the TM just popped out. Looking round was a tedious exercise. It was dark, and the exercise of keeping your eyes open obviously was not built to deal with 3:00am. Wesley did, how ever, lock eyes with a young boy, a 7 year old perhaps. His eyes, they didn't even blink. Most demonic. Mmmmm, meat. Is he still staring? Wesley combed his hair with his hands, in case that was the problem. Now back to meat. Not much of it now. It had congealed beyond recognition. The boy was still staring. Swine. "Ah, well." thought Wesley "May as well leave." He got up, picked up his belongings, and left the Pokemon Centre. "Apples are glorious things!" taunted Wesley, examining his apple in the moon-light. "Char" snorted Megan, the Charmeleon, unimpressed. "I mean, there are some pretty good fruits out there, banana, pear, even kiwi has its own merits, but there is no beating an apple." Desperate to prove him wrong, Megan fired a small ember attack, destroying the apple "Bitch" grumbled Wesley "Mele" purred Megan "Hey....y....you! Come `ere." a small voice behind them said. Wesley and Charmeleon turned round to see a small boy. The one from before. On closer inspection, Wesley discovered the boy had 3 pokeballs on his belt, as well as a pokedex and....an antidote! "You were n....naughty! You stole from that girl! Give it pack...er..back!" Grinning, Wesley grabbed a Pokeball from his belt. Knuckles`.A red beam appeared, and a Pinsir appeared. "Knuckles? take care of this little problem, please." The Pinsir advanced on the boy. "Go, Weepin`bel..." The (very sleepy) grass pokemon appeared from the child's PokeBall. Knuckles laughed. "Weepin`bel! Duh-duh-double edge!" And with that, Knuckles was out cold. Both Wesley and the boy stared, blankly. One hit, thats all it took. Of course, Wesley did what any self-respecting, shoeless, beaten trainer would do. "Wow, kid, look at that!" Wesley pointed behind the kid. The kid looked. Wesley recalled his Pokemon and ran. Megan, still laughing, followed. "Ah--ghuh---huh...let me catch my breath." Wesley wheezed, dusting off some dirt from his foot. Megan scowled at Wesley, like a dis-approving father. "Thats it. Obviously, my training sucks. Obviously. I have only been using Pokemon to steal, and I have not even been doing that well! Well, from now on, no more stealing for me! No-sir! I am going straight! Its the straight and narrow for me!" promised Wesley. Megan, unimpressed, folded her arms, and walked over to where her PokeBall was, falling asleep inside it. That moment, a small car pulled up in front of the house Wesley was near. The driver and only occupant, not seeing Wesley, placed her bag on the car bonnet and went inside her house. The bag was unattended, at least for a few seconds. Wesley was suddenly over-come with inner strife. Then, he grinned......... TBC? I hope that wasn't to crap....