From: Jose L. Solano (jsolano199@aol.comlink) Subject: [PW!] At Last, My Destiny Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/05/12 Pokewars: Trent Retwin "At Last, My Destiny" Jose L. Solano Trent adjusted his sunglasses. It was a warm day, so he had decided to take Katherine, her parents, and Nicholas out for a change. Since he had recently escaped the prison, Trent made sure to keep a low profile. After having debated it briefly, Trent and Katherine settled on going to a Pokémon Reserve just outside Saffron. Trent carried Nicholas on his shoulders as they watched the wild Mankeys swing around from branch to branch. Hank and Emily, Katherine's parents, stood a safe distance behind. They had never liked Trent, and the sight of their daughter and grandson actually enjoying his company made their blood boil. They only wish there was something they could do about it. "Hey Nick, see the way that Mankey uses its tail to hang on to the tree?" Trent asked his son, who only replied by saying "Gah!" "Trent, be careful not to get too close to them. They might try to swipe Nicky." "Don't worry Kate, he's safe with his dad." After noticing that Nicholas was becoming bored with the Mankeys, Trent handed him to Ashura. "Hey Ashura, keep him happy for a sec." "<Eh, sure thing, Trent,>" Ashura replied, holding Nicholas carefully with the blunt sides of his talons. Nicholas never seemed to cry or fuss in Ashura's arms. He was almost like family to him, hence the nickname Katherine had given him, "Uncle Ashura." "Trent, we need to talk," Hank said. "We remember seeing you arrested and sentenced to death. Why did they let you out?" "Oh, let's just say a good friend bailed me out." The Jennings parents were silent. Katherine walked up to Trent and kissed him on the lips. "I'm glad he did it. Anybody I know?" "Actually, yeah. Jeremy Davis." "Really? Jeremy? What's he been up to?" As Trent and Katherine conversed, Davin Speer, known as Red due to the red streaks in his otherwise jet-black hair, watched intently from a nearby tree, surrounded by wild Mankeys. "He works for the same corporation I do," Trent replied. "What IS your company called, anyway?" "The Vertigo Syndicate," Red said as he jumped from the tree, landing between Trent and Katherine. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Retwin. I am Red Speer, Hunter First Class, at your service." "Vertigo Syndicate?" Katherine asked. "A crime organization, sort of a small-time Team Rocket. We specialize in drug trade and assassination." "Assassination?" Katherine asked. "So you really DID kill all those people?!" "Kate, I... I... I can't lie to you. I've made my money by killing people." "Trent, you mean the people you had killed were on contract?" Hank and Emily didn't know whether to smile are frown. Now that Trent had been exposed as the murderer he was, Katherine would never want to see him again, ending in a divorce. But on the other hand, she would cry for days. They didn't want to see her upset. "You know what else?" Red said. "Not only did he make his money by killing, but he was the highest ranked in the syndicate. He's pretty much second-in-command now." "Kate, I..." "There's more," Red said, interrupting Trent. "He was planning on killing you, your parents, and taking your son to follow in his footsteps." "You fucking liar!" Trent yelled. "I only wanted the best for my son! Hell, it was YOU who convinced me to join anyway, so stop taking your jealousy out on me!" "What about your wife, Trent? Didn't you lie to her?" "Yes, but..." Before Trent could finish, Red drew a pistol and shot Katherine in the chest. "KATE! NO!!" "I warned you, Trent, but you didn't listen. Now you pay the price. You took the lives of others, and this is how life rewards you." Trent charged at Red, pulling his own gun from his trenchcoat. As he ran, he aimed his weapon at Red's forehead, his eyes becomes blood red... -------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------- "You exacted your revenge. You kill Red Speer in a most gruesome manner." "I had to. I couldn't let him get away with what he did." "That was the turning point, Trent. The moment your eyes became red, you unleashed not only your anger towards Red and the act of murder he had committed seconds before, but the anger and hatred pent up inside of you as well. The moment your eyes became red, your life was changed forever, you soul sold to the devil himself. The moment your eyes became red, I was born." "You've proven your point. Now, let me wake up." "Not so fast, Trent. Before you can wake up, you must destroy me." The dark figure tossed his shroud aside. Trent wasn't surprised to find that the dark figure resembled Trent himself. The figure's eyes are completely red, and he wore a black tunic, trousers, and boots. "And now, Trent, I will destroy you." The dark figure drew a large sword from nowhere. Trent looked around, but couldn't find one for himself. "You fool. This is our subconscious. If I wanted to, I could create an entire planet." Taking his advice, Trent created his own sword. They clashed the metal blades. Trent found that his dark clone was quite good, maybe even better than Dreadite himself. The dark figure predicted every move and countered it accordingly. "I know what you are thinking, Trent. I know what your next move will be. This is a futile battle. Give in, Trent." The dark figure knocked Trent's sword away and held his own blade at Trent's neck. He smiled devilishly and put his other hand at his waist. "All too easy, Trent. This is it. Now, you cease to exist." Trent kicked the dark figure and rolled away. He quickly picked up his sowrd and Trent ran towards the dark figure and fought vigorously. "What? Where did this skill come from?" Trent had soon knocked the dark figure's own sword away and held his sword to his throat. Trent grinned as he prepared to cut his enemy's throat. The dark figure quickly thrust his sword through Trent's chest. Trent dropped his own sword and staggered back and forth. "But... I... knocked it... away..." "This is my subconscious. I can created an entire planet if I want to." "Did you have to... repeat... that phrase?" Trent fell to the floor, the sword still sticking out his back. "All too easy."