From: Zephyr (zephyr@1stconnect.com) Subject: [PW!][REPOST] Tragic Hero: The Lady or the Tiger Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/06/25 OOC: Yeah I know, I posted this a few months ago, but I'm finishing up the Tragic Hero Trilogy and I felt that maybe should be able to read the story that started it. =) Well nothing major was changed just a few spelling and grammar errors. Eh, I'll finish the other two stories by Friday. --- Pokewars: ATR Edition "Tragic Hero: The Lady or the Tiger." Drew awoke, he had fallen into a deep slumber has he awaited the search results. The humming of the computer droned on as he got up and stretched. He had a bad taste in his mouth, probably from all those anti-depressant pills he took at night. Well at least they worked somewhat, he no longer felt suicidal. Drew look at the monitor, almost in a trance. He wanted to find his answer quickly before the powerful surge of suicide finally got to him. "Send..." The monitor flickered, being turned on all night most of the system resources were past the limit. The answer had to be found before the computer locked up and all work was lost. A whizzing sound was heard as the rest of ATR made their way into their new room. Drew had slept throughout the entire incident. Even if he was awake, Drew was a coward and wouldn't have gone out to fight. "Send me...", The computer buzzed as it stopped. Finally Drew had his answer and maybe finally he could move on. But he had learned not to have high hopes as disappointment would lead him into another fit. The face appeared along with the data. The face was that of a young person, their face still innocent to the light of day. Their eyes gleaming with hope and love. And their hair, their hair, it flowed and shimmered, vibrant with energy. The name rolled down Drew's tongue, it had a ring to it. A promising ring, as if this was the one. The one who would possess the courage Drew lack, the one who would help ATR instead of slowing it down, like Drew had. "Send me an...", The person looked athletic, smart, resourceful, and so forth. All these meant nothing if there was no initiative behind it, no reason for existance. Even if this profile was eleven months old the person could have changed much, not enough to become less promising than Drew. Like a flower, delicate and soft the person would be the one. Finally ATR will lose some deadweight and gain someone useful. The person couldn't resist the offer, be part of a globally known association, gain benefits like TV guides, and so forth. No, to pass this up would be a mistake. This would be a chance of a life time. ---- The rest of ATR had finished settling into the room. Weapon crates were opened and littered across the floor. Raven had chosen a cross bow, and Fox a magnum. One by one the rest of ATR began to arm itself, ready for any attack. ---- Drew thought, pondering the two choices that laid before him. He could choose the lady, of course that would mean the end for him. But he was no good to ATR, he was a coward. Then there was the tiger, which meant he didn't take the lady and stayed. Stay and fight the tiger within him. Drew sighed as he opened the mental door in his mind The email was sent and with it the invitation. Of course Drew had to send an explanation. They would be the only one to know the truth. To know the truth behind Drew and his life. To know that he wasn't murded by Rockets, no he was murdered by his own self. "Send me an angel...", Pills were no good, the end had come for poor Drew. Drew caused his own demise, or was it society who was the culprit. No matter, Drew didn't give in and the punishment was the termination of his life. A glimmer in the daylight as the knife was pulled from its leather cage. The steel beast would stalk its prey. Taunt it, break its spirit, make it fear it, and finally take pleasure in ending its prey's life. Drew finished scribbling and allowed the small crumbled piece of paper to fall. Close to his body so the others would find. Inside the paper was a threat per say, stating that Team Rocket was making an example out of Drew. Telling ATR not to mess with TR and so forth. "Send me an angel to...", Drew closed his eyes, he would no longer be a puppet for society to play with. No, society will no longer own him. Drew's life was not for society to take, but for him to end. Drew gasped, the first stab was made. His gut turning red instantly. He fumbled across the room without regret. Drew pulled out the knife and looked at, and the bloody reflection on it. Another stab, and another gasp from Drew. This time it was in his side. The blood trickled down, like a stream before becoming a river. He twisted the knife, releasing more blood. "Send me an angel to love" He turned around and faced the sun. This would be the last time he saw light and felt the warmth of the sun. The last time he felt. Drew closed his eyes, he would cease to live but he would always continue to be. The final twist was made, and darkness surrounded him. The irony of it all, Drew thought as he felt his mind slip further. Darkness is what was seen at birth and after living one's life in the light, they return to the darkness. They return to experience that loneliness once more. Born alone and and dying alone, Drew from ATR was no more. -- Zephyr- "Back in PW!, for the time being =)"