From: Laeophie <laeophie@aol.comeleon> 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 "I can't live the button-down life like you. I want it all: the terrifying lows, the dizzying highs, the creamy middles!"