From: Queen Bess-0-Rama <aznpikapi@aol.com.angel> Subject: [PW!] Tis a freaky day no? Date: Wednesday, June 23, 1999 7:59 PM "I don't hear anything." Clara said. "That's because they left." Wind said nervously her voice unsteady. A few beads of sweat dripped down her forehead. "Are you feeling alright?" Clara asked. She was still completely confused. Most psychics were sent to Saffron, so she'd never had any experience with one. "Yeah I guess." Wind answered, now standing up, looking blankly in another direction, or so it appeared behind her sunglasses. Clara looked behind her almost alarmed, but nothing was there. "Come on, let's go catch up on crap and play some pool in the rec room." Wind added a bit of underscore to the words 'rec room.' When they had been a lot younger the rec room was only for upperclassmen, they'd always dreamed of strutting around in there, and now they could. After an amusing and light-hearted afternoon the sun started to set. The awkwardness of the hours before had long been forgotten. "And then I said, is that a lightsaber in your pocket or are you just happy too see me?" Wind said completely feeling jolly. Clara collapsed on the couch, her laughes filling the empty rec room. "I can't believe you said that!" Clara choked in between giggles. "Neither can I!!" Wind said taking off her jacket revealing her tanned bronze skin in contrast to her pale face. She hit the last billard ball into the corner pocket and sipped one of the many drinks that were treated to her and Clara by acne-ridden randy male students. The familiar taste strung her mouth. Wind sipped it again, it was sweeter this time. Her face flushed red, silent alarms went off in her head. "Hey you alright?" Clara said, her voice slurred. "Oh nuts.." Wind whispered. "I gotta go to the restroom, stay in the couch and don't move." Wind stumbled there, knowing her tolerance for this was low... 0=0=0=0Flashback0=0=0=0 "Your mom and daddy are dead sweety. Come on now let's party! There's no one that will get you into trouble here." A twelve year old Wind, dressed in a pair of light colored jeans and a pale pink t-shirt too small for her rapidly maturing body looked at the brown colored liquid in the bottle. Maybe this was cool... Old Man Andrew was too far away from her anyway. What did she have to lose? "Come on pretty girl. You don't wear those tight closes for nothing?" Wind felt a pair a lips on her neck. She shivered. "Yeah, what the hell not." She grabbed the bottle and drank and took the first hit. 0=0=0=0=0 End Flashback 0=0=0=0=0 She pressed her back againest the wall. Sweatdrops formed everywhere. She felt like she was overheating. Dunking her face into the sink, she tryed to remember everything, but she couldn't. In fact everything was pretty from that point until half a year ago. It was just a sip, she kept telling herself, just a sip. But just a 'sip' had brought her citidel of spirit to it's knees. "Sandshrew.." She whispered, feeling guilty about keeping it in a pokeball. It wasn't even hers anyway. It just followed her and became her best friend. It wasn't the achohol that effect her, it was panic. That panic she had tryed to block out. "Sand sand..[What's up? Why am I in the lady's room. Where's Dev? What the hell happened to you?" "I'll be fine. Just make sure Clara is alright." Wind with a weak but firm voice that meant business. Sandshrew walked out confused. Her breathed was suddenly quickened. Wind struggled to control her anger, at herself, the guy, Minax, the murders of her parents, various others. Everything was red, in a burst of rage she grabbed the stall of a bathroom door with unnatural force and flung it into the mirror. She cringed in fustration and felt her head unite with the floor. Everything in her mind cleared up after a second. Suddenly she remembered the occurence at Saffron hospitial. She was on the ground now. How much time had passed. She lookd at her watch. Only 6 minutes? Really? Grabbing a sink and stood up and gazed at the cracked reflection and the ruined mirror. "Oh my god." She whispered. Hearing a familiar voice outside and brushed her hair back and went back out. "Hey baby girl." "Hey." Clara answered. Wow she couldn't believe Art Clearmountain was actually talking to her. He was the champion of the school. The king of the hill. "So your little brothers in town." Clara said clearing her throat feeling a bit hazy. "Yeah so?" Art said, "Aren't you supposed to be spending time with him?" Clara said, feeling that she made a big mistake by prying. "He's still catching up with the old man." Art said relaxing and smiling. And a bad smile too. "Now lets.." Clara backed away. "Hey what's the... Ummphh.." Wind hand was around his neck and he was pressed againest the wall. It was comical in a way except because Art was a hundred pounds of muscle larger then Wind. But he seemed to be struggling to breath and looked horrified at a girl whose eyes were glowing in front of him. "Listen to me Art, and listen to me good." Wind growled. "First of all leave my friends alone, that includes your little brother, second of all your not as hot as you think you are. Third of all." Wind stopped and let him go. Art sunk to the floor and laughed, "I know you want me." Wind turned around and kicked him in the stomach and knocked the air out of him. She grabbed her jacked and walked out. Sandshrew followed. "What didn't you watch her?" Wind hissed. "Sandshrew sandshrew[They were just talking." "That was not 'just talking'!" "What was the big idea!?" Clara said half running half stumbling. "You just damn near broke a guy's jaw back there." "That guy is a jerk." was Wind's only answer. "I'll see you later and I'll explain, I just need to cool off a while" TBC! -------------------- Queen Bess-0-Rama/Wind Fireblade in the [PW!] "May your life be long and useful, like toliet paper!!!" "Is that a lighsaber in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"