From: Jose L. Solano (jsolano199@aol.comlink) Subject: [PW!] Inner Thoughts Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/16 Pokewars: Trent Retwin "Inner Thoughts" Jose L. Solano Trent walked towards the cargo hold, Ashura at his side. Trent held his bloody sword in his hand, the vital fluid that once belonged to Tenchi still fresh and warm. The sword was not only bloody, but chipped, dented, and even showing mild signs of rust. "This sword's useless now," Trent said. He tossed it over the edge of the ship and watched it drift into the sea. "<So now what?>" "I'm not sure, Ashura. I don't know what to do anymore. Tenchi's out of the picture, and Dreadite seemed like he took joy in pissing me off like that. I fought as best as I could, and he still beat me in a matter of seconds." "<That's because you used a sword. What you need is a gun.>" "A gun? You're kidding. My aim is worse than Tenchi's intelligence." Trent stepped into the cargo hold to find a few of the crates tossed around. "What the hell happened here? Where's Hotaru?" "<Maybe she went for a walk. I'm tired, I'm taking a nap.>" Ashura climbed into a crate, rolled up into a spiny ball and fell asleep. "Why am I still here?" Trent thought to himself. "Why am I even still alive? I had my chance at life, why was I given a second one? Why do I still fight? There's no reason..." Trent sat down on the floor, closed his eyes, and continued thinking. TBC Jose L. Solano ------------------------------- "I've been waiting months for this Tenchi! DIE!" ------------------------------- Beware the Dark Hamster of the Sith