From: Dreadite <blorch@ix.netcom.com> Subject: [PW!] Fun little dreams. Date: Wednesday, June 09, 1999 1:39 PM A long time ago, Adrian Tymes wrote: >#You first.# > >#...# > >#You know, you *might* have wanted to target *me*, not the source of my >voice. I'll bet Dreadite's feeling really uncomfortable, what with us >speaking through his brain and you attacking it. In fact, you might >even dislodge your control if you keep it up...# (OOC: Sorry for not replying.. I was rather backlogged. ^^:;;) Mewtwo mentally sighed. #I can always get another.# A psychic blast rippled through Dreadite, and back lashed at Doppler. Doppler looked a little surprised, and put up a mental barrier. #You can't get to me so easily, Mewtwo...# The connection severed, and Dreadite dropped to the ground. Doppler grinned. #Mewtwo is a little bit aggressive, I think.# Dreadite lay, sprawled out on the cement outside the mansion. His mind reeled from the pounding of psychic waves he had received. Images popped into his head, of a past long gone. Time slowed to a halt for a second, and his breathing stopped. "Time... everything.." Someone from the crowd ran up, and knelt next to Dreadite, and felt for a pulse. The man looked up. "He's dead!" --------- *Dreadite, stand up.* The voice echoed in the void of Dreadite's mind. Dreadite stood up, and looked around. It was a small white room, totally unfurnished. He dashed towards the door, and walked through it. Into a forest. He whirled, but there was no sign of the door. "What is going on here!" Dreadite looked at the trees, and stepped forward. He sunk into the ground, falling with a splash into the pool below. Reaching up, he pulled himself out. He shook out his wings carefully, and looked off the side of the deck he was standing on. The sea shimmered below him, water Pokémon basking on the waves next to the boat. "The Anne?" Dreadite looked back at the ship questioningly. People stood frozen, lifeless mannequins of what they once were. Dreadite tapped one, and nothing happened. "What.. is this?" *This is life* A voice echoed through Dreadite's mind, almost bitter in its tone. The echoes shattered the lifeless corpses like glass. Dreadite watched the shards meld back into the world around them, like sugar falling into tea. He picked up a shard of one person, and grimaced. He dashed through the ship towards his former quarters, only to see Aeren and himself shatter like the others. He grabbed at the shards, passing through them like fog. "Why have you brought me here?" Dreadite looked around the room carefully. Darkness stepped out from the wall, and smiled. "Because I wanted you to see this." Dreadite grabbed the last shard, and woke up. ------- "Autopsy report.. another one? Damned psychics." The nurse muttered, and reached for the locker. He pulled it open, and Dreadite's arm shot up, snapping her neck. She crumpled to the ground, silent. Dreadite pulled himself out of the body bag, and stood up. "It was damned freezing in there. I wonder why they stored me." Dreadite heard a metal clinking noise. He quickly leapt behind the locker, closing it. The door opened, and Dr. Proctor walked in. He looked down, and stopped. "What the..." Dreadite kicked him in the back of the head. "Sweet dreams, doctor." Proctor fell, unconscious. Dreadite dashed from the hospital, holding a shard of glass in one hand. It glittered in the light like crystal, splashing colored light around the fleeing figure of Dreadite. ----------- "Sire, he's apparently.. dead." The rocket help a medical report to Giovanni, who tore it up. "I know better than that. He's alive. I want you to find out where he is!" The rocket nodded, and spoke before leaving. "Yes, sir." ----------- Dreadite flew down near the Fearow airport, landing with a crash on the runway. He stood up, kicking the rubble out of the way as a Fearow screeched in fright. Dreadite looked around, and scoffed. "Worthless. I have no use for this place." The explosions echoed around the airport, mingled with the screams on the injured and dying. Dreadite smiled, walking through the flames and shrapnel. "Darkness is free, again." ---------- Mewtwo clenched his balled fingers together. A pity Doppler had to interfere. Now he would have to do things himself. TBC? Dreadite (Okay, I posted. Happy? =P) ----- "The end comes.. beyond chaos." --Kefka "Why do people rebuild things they know are going to be destroyed? Why do people cling to life when they know they can't live forever? Think how meaningless each of your lives is!" --Kefka