From: AzNPiKaPi <aznpikapi@aol.com.angel> Subject: [PW!] What's happening to me? Date: Saturday, May 08, 1999 6:28 PM Ok the first part of this story is written in the second person perspective. I haven't written in the second person before, so forgive me if it sucks. You finally cry yourself to sleep again child, no not a child, more like a troubled young women. I would call people your age a child, but no not you. Your life has been an old soccer that's been beaten around and abused. But your not going to stand for that anymore. You have become though and skilled. Your bold exterior is just paper armor for your fragile empty interior. A desperate voice inside of your cries for absolution, but you never get it. You've traveled to more lands and recesses of the subconscious then many could ever hope to accomplish, but to no avail of what your seeking. In fact you don't know indeed what you are seeking. Is it love, is it hate, is it vengeance, is it faith? You don't know, you just toss and turn in your sleep about your shattered past. You've lost everyone you ever loved. Voices like mine haunt you at night. Somehow you feel responsible for shattering it all. Devon, your friends, your family, everything you knew, you feel responsible. Maybe you are, maybe you aren't, but your gripe reality slowly fades in the birth of your full potential..... ++++++++++++++++++++++++ "GGGGAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Her screams echoed throughout the darkness. Wind jumped up. It couldn't be later then 4:30 in the morning. She found herself running around in mazes of light. She didn't know what was happening, images of Giovanni blackmailing her, Devon, Ash, Misty, Andrew, her friends, and her family seemed to dance around her and taunt her. This nightmare was the worst so far. A blade of pain cut through her head. Finally a bite in her leg brought her back to reality. Wind found herself face first in a wave of salty water. She pulled herself up. She had run half a mile from were she had set up came. Raticiate was standing by looking at the blood flowing from her leg. Wartortle started spraying her with water. Sandshrew, Butterfree, and Pidgey were still catching up. Kadabra's silhouette teleported around her and back to the three pokeballs at camp. "What's happening to me." She choked. She vomited everything she ate that day on the sand. She didn't cry, she just walked back her pokemon following along quietly. Looking in a mirror she looked at her dirty bedraggled state. Her hair was going in five different directions, she was covered in dirt and sand, a gash on her leg, and numerous cuts and bruises. Slowly she cleaned herself up and packed everything. The morning dawn was starting to arrive. Walking quickly she headed to Saffron City in search of answers. I was nearly 10:00 when she reached the gates of Saffron City. This place gave Wind the creeps. The place practically glowed with psychics looking for trouble. By a miracle none found her. The environment in the this city was different from Pewter or Cerulean. The buildings were much more crowded together. Zoning was haphazard and random. Cars flew by her quickly. The urban environment reminded her of Celadon City, only the people here were more surreal and not so ... dimwitted. It was around noon. Wind was eating in a small coffee shop near the Saffron Gym. There was no way she could match up to Sabrina, but she had no intention in earning a badge. All she needed was advice. Everything about this town scared her. Including the gym, and she had to admit it. The shape and colors of the resembled that of an insane funhouse. After walking around for a while she found herself at a door. Inside their were people bending spoons with their minds. How freaking scary. "Oh maybe this was a mistake." She muttered. "What is a mistake?" A stout looking little man boomed. Wind took a step back. "What business of it is yours short-ass?" He took out a spoon and started sweating, with great effort he bend the spoon forward an inch. "That's kid stuff." Wind picked up a spoon and bent it twice as much. A contest soon began, Wind ended up ripping spoons in half even before their spoons started bending. But Wind soon realized she couldn't control herself that well. At times she couldn't, at others she ended up twisted them up and launching them into the wall. "That is enough, your not to be dealt with like these amateurs. I'm taking you directly to Sabrina." After navigating through a few teleport tiles, Wind was told to wait. She stood around for an hour. Her patience was growing weary. Something about the room disturbed her. Then a buzzing sound came, then a few flashing lights, then her head hurt, it hurt a lot. She crouched down and grabbed her skull as if to control her mind from spinning away. She fumbled a bit in her bag. "Matrix, what's happening to me?" "Your having a seizure, and unusual one, seems like your having a psychic breakdown of some sort." "What? I don't understand." Where the last words she uttered before she succumbed to unconsciousness. "The world bites, live with it" Pen:brush:Keyboard:Paint. All bow to the Mother Wheedle. Hail Wheedle! =========-//> Wind Fireblade, Please send fanmail.<//-==========