Subject: [PW!] Trent's Chase! Carol Returns! Date: 29 Nov 2002 06:30:06 GMT From: jsolano199@aol.comlink (Jose L. Solano) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon Trent stood outside some kid's window in a suburban neighborhood in Goldenrod, holding his hand against it. He was feeding, while Ashura waited for him to finish. The process took longer than simply eating a meal. "Slash..." "Go chase a Sentret or something." Trent's eyes seemed to glow a little as he fed. Ashura noticed a man, likely the owner of the house, walking around it. "Slash!" "What? Fuck!" Trent pulled his hand away from the window and fled from the house. After a few minutes, he stopped to regain his breath under a tree about a street away. Ashura took something from between his quills. A blunt, and a match. He lit it, and took a puff. "Okay, I think I have enough energy to last me until tomorrow... could've lasted a week if I had taken it all. Hmm. Enjoying that, Ashura?" "Slash. Sandslash?" "No, I gave that up, remember?" Suddenly, Trent saw something that caught his eye. Trent looked towards the dark suburban street, wondering what it had been. He decided to ignore it, and leaned against the tree as his partner sat up against it. Trent saw the same thing again, a few feet closer, running in the opposite direction. Now he was curious. He decided to wait a few seconds. He didn't see the object again. He shrugged, and reached up into the tree, pulling something down and throwing it on the ground. "Hey! How did you-?!" Carol, the red-haired Rocket that had previously attacked him, looked up, stumped at how Trent could have caught her. "Night vision. You didn't think my eyes were black just because, did you?" Pokewars!: Trent Retwin "Trent's Chase! Carol Returns!" Jose L. Solano "You have a minute to tell me why you're following me or get out of my sight." Quickly, Carol ran down the street. Trent sighed and ran after her. He tackled her and stood up, then pinned her to the ground, face-down, with his foot. "Nice try, but it was my call anyway. What do you want?" Trent pressed his foot harder on her back, hoping to force her to talk. "I was sent to kill you..." "By who?" "Giovanni." "You might've fooled me last time, but I know Team Rocket's not around anymore." "Oh really? What makes you say that?" Trent pressed harder. "I'll ask the questions here. Who sent you?" "Dreadite..." "Don't lie to me." "I'm not!" "You are." Trent would never openly admit it, but he knew that Dreadite likely didn't consider him a serious threat, not enough to warrant sending an agent to kill him. "If you don't tell me, I'm going to have to start cutting you up." "I'm telling the truth!" Trent bent down and took Carol's left hand. In her position, she was unable to see. "You have beautiful hands. Small, delicate for a Rocket. It'd be a shame if they were disfigured." With his free hand, Trent took his knife from his coat. "Now, you're going to tell me who sent you, or I'm going to start cutting fingers off. If I run out of fingers on this hand, I'll just go to your other hand. One finger a minute, that gives you ten minutes before I start gutting you. Understand?" "His name is Feraligatr." "What?" Trent figured out her strategy when her Feraligatr charged into him. He had felt his knife cut something, and as he got up, he saw that it had drawn blood. He looked behind the roaring beast to see Carol gripping her hand, her palm bleeding. "Ashura, take care of this thing!" Ashura charged the larger Pokémon, only to be swatted away. Feraligatr then gave Ashura a full blast of Hydro Pump, and the battle was over. Feraligatr roared and lowered his head before charging towards Trent a second time. Trent jumped over it, stepping on its arched back and jumping into the tree. "Looks like I'll have to go for a backup. Rhydon!" Unfortunately for Trent, he had grabbed the wrong Pokéball. "KABUTO?! AAAAAAAAARGHH!" "That's your best?! HA!" "Shut up! Kabuto, return!" "Looks like I have you beat here! Feraligatr, crush him!" "Wait, wait, wait... okay now... Rhydon!" Kabuto again appeared. "FUCK!" "This isn't your day, huh?" "No... fuck water Pokémon. Rhydon, get your ass out here!" Rhydon wasn't responding. "Say that to a Whirl Cup trainer, and you'll be eating that Sandslash of yours." "Whirl Cup?" "Yeah," Carol explained. "It's coming up soon, in the Whirl Islands. Water types only." "Only idiots use Pokémon for competition. No money in that?" "Well, there is a big prize involved... not that you could enter. That Kabuto of yours would get eaten alive." "Yeah, well..." Trent recalled his Kabuto. "I wouldn't talk if I were you." "Oh?" Carol felt the ground shake and watched her Feraligatr fall on its back. Ashura had recovered quickly. With her brute distracted, Trent jumped out of the tree with his knife ready and dashed towards Carol. "FERALIGATR!" Trent held her against him and put his knife to her throat. "Where were we? Something about who you're working for?" Carol remained calm and silent. "Well?" "Er... he-" Carol quickly slipped out of Trent's grasp and kicked away his knife. She recalled her Feraligatr and ran. "Oh no you don't!" Trent tackled her, but she slipped away again, kicking him in the face before fleeing. Trent stood up, but she was gone. He snickered as he walked back to Ashura. "Slash...?" "No, joke's on her." Trent held a Pokéball between his index and middle finger. "Got her Feraligatr! C'mon, Ashura, we're heading to the Whirl Islands and getting in on some of that prize money." Setup! Jose L. Solano ------------------------------- A devious, degenerate defender of the devil ------------------------------- "...Mirrors are more fun than television..."