From: Dryad (dryad48@aol.commoner) Subject: [PW!][ATR] Evidence? Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/03/11 Note: There is a little bad language in this story, so if you don't want any of that, then stop reading this post. Not sure if there is enough to even post a warning, but oh well. Derrick looked around the training gym as new people slowly entered, gasped, then started talking about death, ATR, TR, and other stuff. The night was drawing near, creeping slowly like a gecko preying on an unwary cricket. The deepest shades darker than black were slowly trickling down the wall. The ghostly spirit of Laura Dark, or what had possessed her seemed to mystify the stiffling air and crumble the freshness of the new frozen winter seas as easily as a decade old note on recycled paper in the hands of a baby yet to lose his innocence. It was hell. "I tell you one thing," a man in his late thirties shouted out loud so the whole bunch of nodding ATRs could take notice of his presence, though it was dreadful. "I bet ya it was one of them damn fuckin' rockets. THEY FUCKIN' DID THIS!" He forced his cringy finger upon the unconscious female. "I say we fuckin' gottsa do something about it. Them stupid fuckin' bastards will fuckin' get whatt'd fuckin' come for them soon." The man smiled wryly and disgustingly and Derrick could notice the green piling up from under his gums and onto the surface of his ciggarette stained teeth. His face was a different shade of dirt, and greasy white snow fell swiftly and violently from the nest of his raven black hair. There was pure hatred in his eyes glowing, burning as brightly as death fire. One could tell by the tone and coarseness delay of his voice that he couldn't read, write, and certainatly speak well. The only adjective he seemed to know was "fuck." There was obviously something serious going on with his supremely extreme hatred of Team Rocket. If something bad happens, it's Team Rocket's fault. "I say we get these here weapons and bust'em good. They're gonna fuckin' regret their bitches of mothers forced them outta their assholes." He pulled out a pistol from his back pocket and shot it reapeatedly into the ceiling. By now, everyone was getting riled up about things. "We'z a gotta crush them all, DESTROY TEAM ROCKET!" Soon, nonchalant screams and chants filled the room. And people still ceased to pick up Laura's body and prepare a proper burial. The cause of the gathering was lost. "This was supposed to be a memorial of Laura Dark, not a Team Rocket bashing.." Derrick grumbled. Only he and a few others had not joined the sudden rush of riots. It seemed that the man had transformed their minds into hate, and though ATR's cause was to stop TR's doing, they would eventually destroy themselves as well as they would try to destroy the base. And Derrick still wasn't quite sure what the mission was. The people down in Fuscia haven't reported in weeks. All he knew was that this island would soon be destroyed; he didn't know why. It was completely illogical about the way Laura Dark died, about how the man explained it. Derrick knew this. Saber knew this. So did a few others. And I'd bet that so did everyone in the entire island, including this man of insane ideas. There was no evidence. As far as everyone knew, Laura shouted out the name of a pagan god, Akumachu. And HE certainately had nothing to do with Team Rocket. It was nothing but empty false accusations. But there was no hope. They wanted to believe it. They wanted reasons, any to make them feel more secure. So their solution is to take the blame elsewhere, to the Bottle. Derrick's head started to hurt and he left the room to take in some of that fresh, frozen winter sea scent. There would be two wars Derrick must face. He must face Team Rocket, and he must face himself. And he doubts there will be any winners. To Be Continued Might as well tell you I have forshadowed two significant upsets coming up. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ~Dryad48: Weekly Quote: "And in today walks tomorrow." - ??? "Hide people from bad things and you've made them weaker." -Me