From: Dryad48 <dryad48@aol.com> Subject: [PW!][ATR] Medication Date: Sunday, July 18, 1999 10:53 PM Derrick awoke and found he was still in the forests of the Ivory Island. He was quite surprised to be alive after the encounter with Black Hole, among the most dangerous of the invading Team Rocket. Derrick's greatest weakness in the struggle for victory between the opposing sides was obviously his lack of experience. After all, in his past two years of experience in pokemon training, he had never really come across real Rockets, only wannabe's. This, indeed, caused his failure in ridding Black Hole from this mortal coil. He was never sure of himself when he decided to join the Anti-Team Rocket federation. And now, he had his doubts. Running for his life on a remote, deserted section of the land, like a victim of a teen horror flick, wasn't the time of his life. "Ow!" Derrick felt excrutiating pain in his left leg. He lifted his head for the first time in hours, maybe even days. The canopy of the trees concealed the dimness of the sun, or perhaps was it the brightness of the moonlight? A few Weedles and a Ratatta were knawing at the flesh of his calf. Derrick barely had the strength to shake away the young creatures who knew nothing of pain, yet. It was cold and damp. His body ached all over and the smell of fresh mud and dung mixed onto his torn clothing as he slowly crawled towards nowhere. His eyelids got heavier every inch he moved. "What if," he thought, "what ..if....i close my ...eyes... long en ... enough until.. this wwar is ...over. A...n.. eternity....should be...long.. enough." Derrick fell to the ground. "Rest. I need rest." Derrick's eyes closed and he dreamed that day, of nothing he remembered, for his mind was focused on nothing but forgetting. Forgetting about war. Forgetting about peace. Forgetting about himself and all of his friends and enemies. -----An Unknown Extend of Time Later----- Eyes opening, Derrick found himself lying on the cold metal floor of the ATR Base. Bandages covered his legs and chest with stains of blood and the foul stench emanating through. Darkness fell over Ivory Island whilst the clouds covered the sun, hinting a terrible fate. Derrick could see this through a hole in the roof. A shadow of a human figure came over him. Now, he had only one thing to say to this person, friend or not. "Is it over?" "My friend, it has only begun." Another person at his side spoke. Derrick squinted through the flickering lights. "S...Sirius?" The blur nodded. "fell through roof..." "H...how long have I been lying here?" "Long," another voice interrupted. "Let Sirius get his sleep." "....." Derrick looked up to see the other person was Tank. "Will.. I make it?" "Probably, but I'm not making any promises. You have pneumonia, it's not too serious. I put you on a medication, so some side affects might occur." Tank turned to Derrick. "You might become psychotic, but that's a chance we'll have to take." "How many days have I been unconcious?" "You ask too much questions. Time matters no more. Just if I get my mission complete." "Mission?" "I'll explain in the morning, get your rest, you'll need it. Team Rocket is getting ever closer to the center and we have to hurry!" "i.." "Shutup." Derrick remained silent the rest of the time as Tank kept watch. He and Sirius fell asleep as soon as night emerged unnoticed. To Be Continued [Comments?] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ~Dryad48 "If there's a key, then there must be a door. And I intend to find it." "Once again, we are running for our lives, but from our sanity..." "Good comes from bad. Bad comes from good."