Subject: Re: [PW!] Sneakers, the Runaway Pokemon Date: 2 Apr 1999 11:18:28 GMT From: mobius101@aol.compactpika (Mobius101) Organization: AOL http://www.aol.com Newsgroups: alt.games.nintendo.pokemon An undetermined length of time later, Maria finally awoke. Glancing at a nearby clock, she could see that she'd been asleep since the morning before. Rubbing her eyes, she swung herself out of bed. She found James had tucked himself back into his Pokeball, which she put away. Slasher was asleep on a pillow, and...... Maria looked around. Where was Sneakers? Once she'd gotten herself washed up and had put on her gloves and trenchcoat again, she went to the door. "He'd better not have gotten out..." She opened the door and looked around. Under the bed, a pair of luminous eyes flashed at the sight of freedom. >Sneakers sat back to think of his situation. He wouldn't be stuck, he was >determined to get away. He sparng to his four furry feet and ran for the >door >as fast as his little paws could carry him. > >This didn't escape Maria's notice, however. She ran right after him. She >caught that Meowth. It had no right to run. > >Sneakers got out the door mere seconds before Maria. "No chance! I must >have >FREEDOM! he shouted back at his pursuer. > "Not so fast! Slasher!" In the next instant, Slasher was down the hall. Sneakers tried to dodge him, but found himself tackled by the other Meowth. "Hey!" Maria quickly ran down and snatched Sneakers up by the scruff. "Where the heck do you think you're going?" "You said I could go free if I helped you!" Sneakers spat. "I changed my mind." Maria sneered. "Ratted Rocket!" Sneakers hissed. Maria raised an eyebrow and dropped him to the floor. "I caught you, and now you're mine. Plain and simple. Just be grateful I don't turn you over to Giovanni." Sneakers growled deep in his throat, his fur bristling. Slasher gave him a good scratch to knock him down. "Why you-!" Sneakers unsheathed his claws. "Enough!" Maria put a foot down between them. Then she brought out a Pokeball and recalled Slasher. "I'm going on a fairly dangerous job today, so I want you all to lay low for awhile." She brought out another Pokeball. "No, I refuse!" Sneakers glared at the Pokeball. "It's bad enough I hafta be some Rocket's Pokemon, I'm not stayin' in one of those things!" "You will!" "I won't!" "You will if you don't want to be a Charizard snack!" Sneakers quaked a bit. "N-NO!" Maria grit her teeth in frustration. "Fine, but you'll probably regret it." Sneakers blinked. "I very much doubt it." Minutes later, they'd left the Rocket Station and were once again facing the Saffron City gym. Sneakers stood with his fur on end. "Are you nuts?!? If anyone in there recognizes us from last night, we're as good as dead!" Maria drew her trenchcoat together to conceal her uniform. "It was dark last night, I doubt they'll recognize us. As long as you keep your big mouth shut, I don't think we'll have much trouble. If you're going to insist on staying out of a Pokeball, you'd better be able to pass yourself off as a regular Meowth in here." "Meowth, Meowth," Sneakers swore. Maria used all her willpower to refrain from beating the daylights out of him, then moved towards the gym. There were psychic Pokemon to be stolen, and she meant to steal them. TBC? ~Maria R "Psy yie yie..." ------------------------- Tha webber: http://hamstergirl.cjb.net/ ----------- "Taking Pokemon straight from your pockets, With the power of the stars, it's Maria Rocket!" -My corny PW! motto ^.^; ------ TEOTWAWKI