Subject: [PW!][PKMN Auction] Killing without doubt Date: 8 Apr 1999 01:30:11 GMT From: simynlocke@aol.compadre (SimynLocke) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon >He slowly turned around, wondering if perhaps Dreadite had caught up to >him... > >"Ohh...Mimic no feel too good." > >Simon blinked. Hadn't he just taken Mimic to Ivory Island? > >"Mimic kidnapped, then kidnapped, then eaten...err, trainer no going to >eat Mimic again, Mimic hope." > >He realized his mouth had been hanging open, so he slowly closed it. > >TBC? > Simon just stood there, making sure the Mimic before him wasn't an image from his mind, in the waning moments, he waited for what he thought was his imagination to disappear. "You're not disappearing...." Simon said, still doubtful to his own eyes. "Mimic no disappear." For Simon, he took the chance and finally excepted Mimics presence, "How did you....... how'd you come here?" Mimic answered, something too confusing for Simon to understand, wafting air currents, Ditto physiology and psychic ability. "Mimic is Mimic." Simon scratched his head in puzzlement, he expected to find the paperbag still on his head but he didn't. "What the...." He caught the paperbag before it could fly by him, and slipped it on its head. "Why trainer hide face?" Simon needn't reveal why to a Pokemon, so he just made something up. "I like it, it's very comfortable." "Oh." "But why, why'd you come here? We wanted to know if you would like to join us, in our quest to stop Team Rocket, we thought you would need some time to make you decision." Simon said, hoping the Ditto's answer was yes. "Mimic no decide yet, Mimic wait." "Oh..." Simon said disappointedly, "Do you still wanna come with us? We're going to the auction to prevent some Rockets from delivering stolen TM's to Giovanni." "That why Mimic come, Mimic come to Simon." Once again, Simon's hope was lifted, as yet another being (no matter human or pokemon) joined ATR's purpose to stop Team Rocket. "Thank you Mimic, you will be of great help, but first we have something to take care of." Simon unwrapped the swathed squirtle, it had fainted and was barely breathing. "Mimic, we really need to get Squirtle to a Center right away." "Mimic understand, Mimic help." With those words, Simon expected Mimic to transform to some sort of land vehicle, but instead it just plopped on top of Simons Paper Bag head. "What the.... nevermind." Spike, Mercury and Aqua had been waiting for awhile, curious to the Ditto now resting on Simons head. "Come on guys, let's go!" * * * "Here you go Joy." Simon said, handing the Squirtle over, she shot him a bad look as if he was an unwise trainer. Weird... she said nothing about the paper bag. He walked over to the Pokemon section to sit with his Pokemon. Simon looked around searching for Mimic "Hey guys..... where'd Mimic go?" A voice shot out from the chair, "Mimic no like view right now." Simon jerked up, and tripped over the relaxed ball of quills, "Oh, sorry Mimic!" He looked around, to see if anybody was staring at him, and everybody was. "D'oh." Just then, a tall man walked in, capturing everybody's attention. His dark appeal hushed a silence across the pokemon center, as everybody knew who he was. He had one arm, giving the impression that the loss of it made him even meaner. A scar across the eye also added an effect of it's own. Trent Retwin, who had just defeated the Pokemon League, strided across the lobby, followed by a menacing sandslash with the same dark appeal. Their presence attracted eyes from all over the center, as people shh'd, and hush'd and just stared at him. "What the hell is everybody staring at!" He yelled. "Uh oh..." Simon said. The large man in black walked in Simon's direction, who was still laying on the ground with a paper bag over his head. He stopped right in front of Simon, conveying a sense of Power, hovering over him. "Simon Locke?" Simon got up off to his feet, to size up the person in front of him, but to fail miserably as he stared directly into the man's chest. He looked for his Pokemon, but it seemed Mercury and Aqua disappeared, the ball of quills still curled at his feet, and Mimic still in the form of a chair. Simon swallowed, "Yea, I'm Simon." The man smiled, and looked at his Sandslash, who had a matching scar. Almost on command, wasting no time, the Sandslash leapt up off the ground, with enough power like a demolition ball straight for Simon. In the few millisecond Simon had to think, all he could think about was the impact of those talons to his face, wondering what the hell did he ever do to him? But, before the moment came- "SLASHHH!!!" Spike leapt up at the last instant, to protect Simon from the enemy Sandslash's attack. But, it wasn't any good, the Sandslash collided with Spike, knocking into Simon as well, with still enough force to fly right through the Pokemon Centers walls. The debris covered Simon and the Pokemon alike, as they flew outside in the pasture behind the center. Simon, on his back still a little dizzy, saw the dark man walking out of the hole in the wall, grinning. TBC?? ____ Simyn Locke For a pic of Simon and his Pokemon Visit: http://pages.prodigy.net/robfromvoid/pokemon/Simon.gif "Please don't be so cliche....just die." ~ Mew from Maria R.