From: Laeophie
Subject: [PW!] Stealing, running, it's a tough life.
Date: Thursday, May 13, 1999 2:58 PM
Terrence waited patiently on a bench outside the Pewter City Gym. A few young
trainers finally stepped outside.
"Hey," said Terrence. "Want to fight?" He lifted up a Pokéball. The kids
exchanged glances. They soon urged the oldest, a boy of about 12, to fight.
"Come on, Mike. You can take him. You beat Brock real easy!"
"Yeah!"
"Well... OK," replied Mike uneasily. Terrence smiled wryly.
"A one on one match. We'll play for keeps."
"Huh?"
"Whatever Pokémon you beat, you keep." The boy shook his head, but his
friends continued to urge him to fight. Finally, he took out a Pokéball.
"Flashflood, go!" A small Poliwag popped out of the Pokéball.
"Pummel, go!"
"Mon chan!" The Hitmonchan pumped his fists and looked down towards his tiny
opponent.
"Poli!"
"Flashflood, hypnotise it!"
"Comet Punch, now!"
Pummel closed his eyes to avoid Flashflood's hypnosis attack and stepped in
close. He then assaulted the Poliwag with rapid punches. Poliwag hopped
backwards, badly beaten.
"Flashflood!" gasped the trainer. "Bubble, now!"
"Pummel, give it a Mega Punch!"
The Poliwag released dozens of bubbles into the air. Pummel sifted through
them and punched Flashflood. Flashflood flew ten feet and fainted on impact.
It was returned to its Pokéball.
"I won. Hand it over," said Terrence, grinning.
"N... no. That wasn't a fair fight, I didn't know..." The smile disappeared
from Terrence's face. The trainer looked down at his feet. He sadly gave
Terrence Flashflood's Pokéball. Without saying anything, Terrence headed out
back to Pallet Town.
He had moved from town to town like this for years. He had to leave once
officer Jenny found out from the little kids.
Terrence glanced at the Pokéball in his hand. Flashflood could be of use, and
he was sure Giovanni wouldn't mind.
TBC...
Jimmy Vu
See my Pokémon FAQ at
http://www.gamefaqs.com/portable/gameboy/faq/pokemon_m.txt
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