From: .-~Xµ§:I AM SePHIROTH~-. (iha1979@mmcable.com) Subject: [PW!] Truth Reveals itself Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Date: 2000/04/29 Shikaku stormed through the decks, Abra following him closely. His sword was snugly in his trenchcoat, a gun on his left leg. He WAS going to kill Richie. Abra opened a telepathic link. ~ We are closing in on the one known as Richie. I think you shall find him in the lower decks of the ship. ~ Shikaku found a staircase. He stood at the top, looking down. He was straight, and ready to kill the person who had caused him so much pain. It was as if fate had decided that this was destined to happen. He jumped down the long case, almost flying down the flight of stairs. Abra pointed him to room 149- it seemed as if the door glowed. He knocked on the door. A man opened the door to find a gun pointed to his head. "Whoa. I don't owe you money. Leave me alone." "Nice try, Rich. I'm the reaper and I say it's your time." Shikaku gritted his teeth. "That voice..you're that brat. Haha, you did good getting this far. I assume you know that I'm a 5 times martial arts champion and that I could have killed you 1 of 15 different ways by now." He laughed. Shikaku kicked him in the genitals. "You also know that I'm not only able to defeat you physically, but mentally, and I also have a sword that could slice through your brain like a hot knife through butter." Richie slowly stood up. He was holding himself..slowly brought his fist back and brought it to full force aiming at Shikaku's stomach. His fist met triggered Shikaku's quick movement and a blade against his neck so cold that it could freeze a Magmar. Richie smiled. "You know, I'm surprised. That you were strong enough to get along without me. You were so weak when you were little. Just like your parents." Shikaku brought his knee against Richie's face. "Shut up, old man. I don't want to kill you yet:" Richie looked up. His nose had started to bleed. "Heh..you can't do it. You won't be able to kill me, you're just too weak." Richie stared into Shikaku's eyes. "You know that you can't do it. You're still the same child that you were when you left." "Am I? Note the fact that you're at my mercy and that I can kill you anytime I want." "Go ahead. I've lived my life. I have nothing else to live for, and I don't think you're about to do it anyhow." Shikaku glared at him. "I'm going to kill you like I killed your parents." "Make up your mind. Either way, you're dead." "You know why you're so screwed up? I've had you in my control since Akumachu wished you." "Akumachu?" Shikaku looked puzzled. "My master. He's going to kill you. You'd be doing me a favor by killing me, because he'll make it much more painful than you ever will." Richie laughed. "He'll get you after you kill me. You know, you've been dead all along." "I grow tired of these games, old man. Get to the point." Shikaku pulled his gun out. "The point is this. You kill me, Akumachu will kill you. You don't kill me, Akumachi will kill you. Either way, you're really screwed. He controls you. He's the puppet master, and you're his puppet. He owns you, like I did for so many years. You're so worthless." A shot was then fired that was heard in the hearts of all who ever had lost hope in themselves. Shikaku defeated the evil in himself. ~Master. What shall we do now?~ "I don't know. I'm going to have to find out who this Akumachu guy is. I'll kill him too. This isn't over." With a swing of his cape he was gone.