From: Bandraptor (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Subject: [PW!] Double Dratini spells Double Trouble
Date: 2000-09-07 03:07:31 PST
Nori doesn't stop running until she's reached a darkened alley, far from the
scene of battle. She looks around quickly, to make sure no one's following her,
notices that she's still holding her Wartortle in one hand, and slams him up
against the wall; holding him there at eye level, so as to better take her
frustrations out on him.
"I can't believe it! A Wartortle who's afraid of a Fire-type! What do you have
to say for yourself?"
Rubix pokes his head out of his shell, "...It was bigger than me--"
"*I'm* bigger than you!"
"You're not a Charizard!"
"And you're not fit to call yourself a Pokémon!" Nori snaps back, "You may talk
big, but you're nothing more than a coward and a weakling. You humiliated me
back there...in front of all those people...in front of Andrew...and all
because you're a miserable excuse for a Wartortle who's doesn't have the balls
to attack anything that has half a chance of fighting back! Afraid of a
Charizard. You only know...how many moves that are effective against them?
Water Gun? Bubblebeam? Blizzard? I guess I shouldn't be asking you, since
you're too stupid to remember your own attacks! You're completely worthless!"
Rubix turns away, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Just you wait 'til I evolve--I'll
kill you, and I'll kill him, too!"
Nori scowls, "Then you're even worse than all that. If you're too afraid to
fight him as you are, and you're too afraid to let him live, you're a coward
who's too weak to come to terms with his own fears. And don't think your
threats are gonna work on me anymore, because now I know exactly what you're
capable of, which is absolutely nothing!"
"Shut up. No, really. Shut up." Rubix glances about the alleyway, "Do you hear
Nori's glare hardens, "I hear a loudmouthed Wartortle who's trying to draw
attention away from himself."
"Then you're not listening very well! Don't tell me you can't hear that..."
A voice echoes softly through the alleyway, with the same pleading intonation
as that of a broken baby doll, "Maaah. Maaah. Maaah."
Nori places Rubix on the ground. "Actually...now that you mention it, I do hear
something." She listens again, "It sounds sorta like a Dratini..."
Rubix blinks, "Really? I was gonna say it was a baby..."
"Draaah. Draaah. Draaah."
He shrugs, "...Dratini it is."
"Hrrmm...yeah..." Nori cocks her head towards the noise, trying to figure out
which one of the decrepit buildings it's coming from, "But that doesn't make
any sense. What would a Dratini be doing out here? We're in the middle of
nowhere...unless, maybe it was abandoned? If it's hurt, we should try to help
Rubix narrows his eyes, "'We.' That's a strange word, 'we'. Why should I help
Nori does likewise, "Because, I know of a shop that specializes in turtle-skin
Rubix crosses his arms, "And you called MY bluff?"
"Think of it this way," Nori starts towards the nearest building, "which of us
has the better track record? Anyway, if there's a Dratini in one of these
buildings, I want to capture it. I need to capture a good Pokémon that can
utilize Water moves, seeing as my current one is completely useless--geez,
whose...idea...was it...to board...up...these doors...so tightly?!?"
Rubix struts over to the struggling Nori, "Too bad you don't have a good Water
Pokémon now. He could use Hydro Pump to knock down that door for you."
"Yes..." Nori puts one foot up against the doorframe to brace herself, and
tries to yank the heavy boards off the door, "It's...too...bad..isn't...it--"
she loses her grip on the piece of lumber, and falls over backwards, "GOD
DAMNIT! This had better be one prize Dratini..."
"Too bad you're looking in the wrong place."
Rubix points to the building behind them, "The sound's coming from over there."
"No way..." Nori shakes her head, "I know I heard it coming from over this
"Well, you heard wrong. Listen, it's definitely coming from over that way."
"Draaah. Draaah. Draaah."
Nori leans back on the dirty pavement, and listens for a few minutes, before
saying, "Well...it can't be coming from over there, because it's coming from
"You're just trying to send me in the wrong direction, so you can take my
Dratini all for yourself!"
"Fine! Stay here for all I care...I'm going that way!"
"Fine! At least that building has an open door!"
"I will! ...But first I wanna see the look on your face, when you finally get
in there, and realize there's no Dratini."
"DRAAAH! DRAAAH! DRAAAH!" The voice sounds again, from the building directly in
front of them. It's anxious and desperate.
Nori looks worried, "I think it's really hurt. Rubix, help me with these
Rubix grabs one of the planks, "Maybe you're right...but I coulda sworn..."
"DRAAAH! DRAAAH! DRAAAH!"
"There! See?" Rubix points to the opposite building, "It's coming from over
Nori blinks, "Is it possible that..."
Rubix completes the thought, "...There are two Dratini?"
"DRAAH! DRAAH! DRAAH!" "DRAAH! GRAAH! DRAAH!" The two Dratini cry out
imperatively, as if begging for Nori and Rubix to make the obvious decision,
and split up, so as to save them both.
"Okay, okay." Nori massages her temples in thought, "Rubix, you stay here, and
try to break through these doors with your Blizzard attack. I'm gonna run over
to the other building, to see what I can find...be right back."
Nori jogs across the alleyway to the second tenement, and peeks her head
inside. It's pitch black inside the building, and the dim light streaming over
the alley walls is barely enough to light the doorway. Nori would have liked to
send out her Magmar, to have it illuminate the house, but that's not an option,
as Magmar is currently unconscious. Instead, she squints through the darkness,
and makes out what she can: A wall immediately to her right, an open space
somewhere to her left. A staircase directly in front of her. Nori considers
which way to go, and as if in answer, the Dratini calls to her again, from the
upper level of the house.
"Draah. Draah. Draah."
She takes two tentative steps towards the staircase, then casts a dubious
glance towards the abyss that lies just to her left. She strains her eyes, but
still can't make anything out. For a split second, she considers exploring the
darkened area, to make sure there aren't any ax-murderers lurking in there, but
then she reconsiders, "Why am I acting like a character from a bad horror
movie? The only thing I have to worry about in an old building like this is
wood rot. Besides, I'm sure that if there WAS an ax-murderer in here, they
would've silenced that Dratini long ago. ...Right, Dratini?" The Dratini cries
out to her again, to ensure her that no one has chopped its head off since they
"Okay, then." Nori fumbles around for the handrail, and starts slowly up the
stairs, managing to reach the fifth step without tripping more than twice.
"Don't worry, Dratini! I'll be there soon--" She stops abruptly, when she hears
the sound of one of the steps creaking behind her. The girl experimentally
shifts her weight from one foot to the other, in hopes of finding that she
herself had unknowingly caused the noise. When she hears nothing, she decides
that whatever is on the step beneath her is blocking her way down, so she
should continue upwards, and at least put some distance between them.
She carefully continues up the stairs, making as little noise as possible, and
listening behind her, for indications that her pursuer is also ascending the
steps. The stairs creak twice, and she increases her pace. Stumbling in the
darkness, she runs until she's reached the first landing. Suddenly, something
grabs her by the backpack, pulling her over backwards. Nori screams out loud.
A bright, artificial light shines into her eyes. "Mwaah. I knew there was a
flashlight in there somewhere." Rubix twirls the flashlight around so that it
faces him, "A little jumpy, are we?"
Nori swings at him, but misses, "No one asked you to jump me in the dark!
What're you doing here, anyway? Did you even get the other Dratini?"
"Ummm...I couldn't get the door open, so I figured I'd help you here!" He
sweeps the area with the thin beam of light, "Tooortle, this place is a dump.
Stinks, too. Someone's been messin' with Oddish leaves in here."
Nori wrinkles her nose, "It smells like sulfur. We shouldn't stay in here much
"I have a better idea. Let's leave now."
"Coward. Now I know why you didn't go into the other building by yourself. You
were too afraid to be in there alone!"
"I didn't go into the other building by myself, cuz it's obvious someone
*wants* us to split up! Somethin' really weird is goin' on here, and I don't
wanna stay to find out what it is!"
"You're paranoid! Nothing 'weird' is going on. All we have here is a pair of
injured Dratini that need some help. Can't you hear them crying?"
"I hear 'em crying, and those ain't Dratini!"
"Then what are they?"
"I don't--" Rubix spins around, and fires a Water Gun up towards the top of the
stairs. There comes a loud roar of pain, and the sound of something heavy
crashing to the floor. This is followed by the sounds of scuffling, and many
nails scraping against wood.
"Oooookay..." Nori sweatdrops, "Let's leave now."
Rubix blinks rapidly, "...Yes, let's."
They race out of the building. Nori reaches for her belt, and easily picks out
Nemesis' Pokéball just by feeling for it, because it's charred and misshapen.
"Nemesis, go! Get us out of here, now!" Nemesis is hardly in better shape than
its Pokéball, but it gwaks in agreement, and airlifts the pair out of the
alleyway, albeit somewhat more slowly than usual.
* * *
The trap had been set so flawlessly. As soon as they'd scented the human, the
firstborn son had raced past the open door, and leapt through a second story
window of the derelict building that sat opposite their lair. The other four
had positioned themselves in the upper levels of the den, and crouched down to
wait. The human entered the alleyway, it was surrounded without even knowing
As it drew nearer, they all came to the same realization: the human was not
alone. Hearts soared, more creatures meant more meat--but also demanded more
caution. One creature could easily be ambushed and slaughtered, but when there
were two, there was always the chance that one would flee, or worse yet, fight
back. They would kill both creatures, of that they were certain...but first
they would need to separate them.
From his hiding spot in the derelict building, the firstborn son emitted a
sharp cry, small, meaningless, but certain to attract the human's attention. He
heard its footsteps as it approached the building, good, it was interested.
From the opposite building rose his sister's voice, mirroring his cry. The
creatures reacted to that sound as well, but were too cautious, or too
frightened, or too stupid to respond to it in the way that they ought to; to
split up, and follow both voices.
They were all becoming anxious, the youngsters were almost mad with hunger. The
firstborn son threw back his head, and let his desperation be known; the sound
that came out of him was very much like the wail of a baby in need. His sister
did likewise, her haunting dirge echoing off the walls, and chilling him to his
very bones. This was enough to prompt the creatures to action, and at last they
separated. The scents of the others changed to reflect their joy at this
success--once the human was safely inside the den, they would destroy it; and
when the other came to investigate, they would destroy it as well. All he
needed to do for now was distract the other, keep it away from its partner
until his father and siblings had finished their gruesome deed. The firstborn
son sensed it nearby, heard it struggling to break through the long boarded up
door to the building. Little luck it would have with that! But he could not
allow it to realize that, allow it to turn away even for a second. He cried out
again, intent on keeping its rapt attention.
...But the menace in his voice gave him away, and the creature became
suspicious. It turned away, and started after its partner. The firstborn son
called after it, he called and called, but to no avail. His sister cried out
again, merely guiding the human to its doom; but with her voice she told him,
"Don't worry. We still outnumber them two to one. In moments, they will be
dead, and we will have food."
And then the unthinkable happened, as if on impulse, one of the creatures
attacked. The old father fell to the floor, and the three youngsters scattered
in panic. The two creatures fled, spiriting away with them precious knowledge,
the knowledge of what lurked within the Celadon tenements. The youngsters were
riled, their father was injured, but the same words were on everybody's lips,
"They will tell others, they will tell others."
Now, the three youngsters pace around nervously, unsure of what to do. Their
father lies where he fell, soaked, and spasming from his injuries. There is a
heavy thumping noise, as the firstborn son comes barreling up the stairs,
racing over from his hiding spot in the opposite building. He stops cold when
he sees his father, surely such injuries can only mean death! But perhaps that
isn't a bad thing. The firstborn son is young, but he is strong, and crafty,
and prepared to take over his father's role as head of the family. His three
siblings sense this, and immediately turn to him for guidance, "They have
murdered father! Soon they will return with others, and murder us as well. What
can we do, brother? What can we do?"
The firstborn son snarls, "It is not a matter of what we can do, it is a matter
of what we will do. We will destroy our father's body, and then we will destroy
the ones who killed him. They are small, and weak, and they cannot get far."
So saying, the first-born son lunges towards his father's body, but the old
father whips around, and kicks him out of the way. He rises to his feet, and
raises his head up high, to prove that he is uninjured. The youngsters cheer,
proud to have a strong father who can shrug off any injury; who can lead them,
and tell them exactly what to do in a time of need. The old father bathes in
their admiration for a few moments longer, then turns to them, and begins to
"We were careless today. We were careless, and now we will go hungry. We were
careless, and now we will lose our home--they will surely alert others before
we can move against them, and the others will storm this tenement.
Very well then, this cannot be helped. We will leave this place now, and when
the others do come, there will be nothing left for them to find. As for the
pair responsible, they must not be allowed to live. To allow them to live is to
allow them to alert others, and others still. Their mere knowledge of us marks
them for death, for if it is not their death that comes to pass, it will be
With that, the old father turns on his heels, and cautiously slinks out the
front door, into the shadows surrounding it. The four youngsters follow close
behind, all stoic, all knowing exactly what they have to do, and all
understanding the severity of the situation. Tomorrow, they will set about the
arduous task of finding a new lair...but tonight is for the hunt.