From: Regulus <MiraiNoHikage@hotmail.com> Subject: [PW!] [OAV 1.1] Future's End - The Beginning Date: Friday, April 23, 1999 2:31 PM The Time: Sometime in the future The Place: Unknown The People... Spectre crossed his arms, looking across the barren wasteland. Long gone were his pokémon...all killed in battle at one point or another. Scyther had been the last to die, and it nearly killed Spectre himself when it happened. He was older now. Still wearing the black outfit of his youth, and still sporting the same long ponytail, he was grown. And it showed. His face had ungone the most change in the passage of time. The scar over his eye was gone. He looked as if he hadn't shaved in a few days. A look he kept all the time. His right eye, however, had been severely damaged in a battle against the Elite Four long ago. His final battle against Lance had done it. It had come done to Scyther against the Dragonite. Scyther had rushed at the dragon pokemon, ready to take it down with one final slash. No one was expecting the Hyper Beam. Not even Lance. He had been charging it the entire battle. Scyther got blown backwards. Spectre couldn't get out of the way in time, and as a result, his eye and taken irreversable damage. Luckily, the hospital he was shuttled off to fixed things. A yellow implant. In the center, a curved M, which was placed there due to it's creator. Spectre sighed quietly. This world had gone downhill since Team Rocket took over. Spec had long since parted ways with Giovanni and his team. Giovanni....heh. He had passed away. Assassinated by Dreadite. His hands clenched into fists. His eyes narrowed slightly. At least one thing remained the same.. Feeling a hand on his shoulder, he turned his head back. Kat. She had blossomed into quite the beautiful woman, and had, for one reason or another, stuck by Spectre through all the rough times. Her pokemon had also long since passed on. They had all been buried in a row, on a wing of the new Pokemon Burial Site. Right next to Spectre's. Spec turned and walked back to his motorcycle. Custom built to his preferences, he had it made a few months after Scyther's passing. He sat down on it. Kat followed shortly. Spectre turned his head to the right, staring between a few destroyed buildings. "Iku ze, Shinsei." A battle-scarred Alakazam stepped out into the light. Spec nodded in greeting as it did, revving the cycle up. "We're out of here." Shinsei floated into the air and nodded. The motorcycle took off, Shinsei blasting through the air beside it, keeping up with the vehicle.