From: Dryad48 <dryad48@aol.com> Subject: [PW!][ATR] Paranoia's Truth Date: Thursday, July 22, 1999 1:32 AM Summary of Previous Post: [PW!][ATR] Medication Derrick was chased down by Black Hole and beaten badly. After lying there, he crawled a few minutes, then fainted. He woke up to find himself in the ATR base with Tank and Sirius. They talked, and he fell asleep again. Name: "Words." Indicate voices in Derrick's paranoid mind. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ The sun was trying to break through the clouds of dust and smoke rising from the battle zone of a badly bruised Ivory Island. The sound of death and pain still rang throughout the land and it didn't seem like it would let up. A few sun spots sneaked their way past the dusky, predawn sky, landing on Derrick's eylids. They opened very slowly from a long rest. "You're up!" Derrick turned around. Tank and Sirius were already prepared for what ever mission was slammed onto their shoulders. Sirius was seated in a rusty wheel chair. "What were we supposed to do again?" Derrick asked in a confused manner. "Remember that map that Simon made?" "Yes." "If it's that old, it will help us find our way to the original control room." "Why can't we just use the new, high-tech ones?" "Team Rocket would have gotten to it by now, and the old center has a special feature, which we desperately need." "And that is.....?" "Damnit! Did you remember a word I said yesterday?" "The drug has kicked in by now," Sirius added. "Oh, yeah. The medication! So anyway, this device will make Ivory Island fly!" "How?" Derrick questioned. "Rocket propellers," Sirius answered. "According to the map and these plans, the control center is in the basement. Once it is up and running again, we should be able to activate the propellers. Then again, it hasn't been used in ages." Out of the corner of his eye, Derrick thought he saw a few shadowy figures moving across the horizon. "I think we should be getting there now, before Team Rocket gets any closer," he spoke. BAM! BAM! BAM! "Someone's busting in! Hurry Hurry!" Sirius rushed in his wheel chair to the sealed door leading to the basement. *Enter Password* the door spoke. "What's the password!?" BAM! BAM! "It doesn't say here!" Tank shouted as he looked throughout Simon's plans. Sirius started typing stuff in desperation and the outside door was getting busted. "To hell with this." Sirius took Tank's largest weapon and blasted the door open. Derrick sighed. "So much for technology..." The door burst open and in rushed two rockets who fell over. Tank quickly shot at them with the remaining two bullets from his shotgun. He tossed Derrick a machine gun. "Finish them off while Sirius and I get a jump at the location of the control center. Here's a Flamethrower in case of an emergency." With Sirius looking at the map, and Tank pushing him, they raced against time in search of the control center. Gulp. Derrick slothly picked up the machine gun and and looked at the shivering rockets. "I......never....killed...before. And.... ..... I... didn't think... of the situation..... coming down ....to this." He raised the machine gun to the two rockets with his shivering hands. A small tear dripped from the girl's eyes. Derrick dropped to the ground and breathed deeply. "I can't do this." "Then can we go?" they begged. "I'll let you, but first." He raised the gun to the boy. They gasped. "Take your clothes off." "What?" "Do you want to live?! Or do you want to die?! You will listen to my every command!" Derrick felt a sudden surge of power rushing through him. He had the power of life and death in his hands, he could change to fate of the two rockets. "This is what weapons do to people...." Derrick thought. "I'm finished," the boy said covering his crotch. Derrick pointed to the girl. "Kick the clothes this way." She did so. "If any of you move an inch, I swear, I'll blow your f*ckin heads off!" Derrick tried to sound tough so they wouldn't think he was joking. He quickly dressed into the Team Rocket outfit. "A perfect fit!" "Can we go now?" The boy asked. His body was shivering and the girl was drooling. He had the case of the cold, she had elevator eyes. "Go to the window." The did so. "Face outside." Derrick kicked them off and they fell in the bushes, hiding them. They were now to weak to move a muscle, thus doing no harm. Derrick took out the machine gun and shot around the walls so both the Rockets and Tank and Sirius could hear. "Now they think I've done my job." "What's going on up there?" Derrick gulped. More rockets over heard the gunfire, like he planned. He turned around from the window. "Nothing, I just got two ATR's this place is secure, I'll be the lookout here." "Ok." The rockets glared at him suspiciously. Going back in, Derrick checked out the Flamethrower Tank gave him. Inside was a Charmander behind bullet proof glass. "His tail's out?" Derrick took out the dull Charmander and squeezed it's hand. It made no reaction. Derrick grieved for the lone Charmander. "I've never looked at this war from the pokemon's point of view...." in Charmander's place, Derrick took out Gloom. "You'll make a fine replacement." Gloom nudged the lifeless body. "Gloooooom.." Sadder than ever, it climbed into the gun. BAM! The door burst open and Derrick jumped to the basement door just before the shots rang out. "Come out you phony rocket thingy you!" Derrick picked up the new, Gloominater and pushed the button. Gloom opened his mouth and the stench filled the tank. Derrick released the button and in one shot, Gloom's stinky stench filled the room, knocking out all the rockets. "Hey," Derrick smiled upon Gloom. "I just made up a new weapon, and it kicks ass!" Derrick now entered the basement and over heard the footsteps and wheels of Tank and Sirius. There was some arguing such as, "Dead end again?! I should be givin directions," or, "My grandmother can push me faster than you!" Derrick ran to them, but kept bumping into the walls like a drunk. The narrow hallways were curving, wobbling, and changing color. "What's wrong with me?" Derrick asked himself. Then he remembered yesterday. Tank: "I put you on a medication, so some side affects might occur. You may become psychotic." "Psychotic? I'm not becoming psychotic!" Derrick tripped when the walls winked at him and said hello. Sirius: "For some people, the illusions will come on and off in small doses. The danger would be if they all happened at once." "Shit!" Derrick tripped again. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" Derrick shouted at his feet. They said sorry and he moved on. Derrick ran in and out of the corridors with disillusioned thoughts rushing in and out his brain. Old Man: "Ride my Lapras!" Grimmer Gang: "Grimmer! Grimmer!" Aurora: "I love your Cloyster." Jedd: "Gimme back my Electrode!" Dancing Clefairy: "Clefairy! Clefairy! Clefairy!" Judge Osseous: "Order in the court!" Erika: "If you're my best pupil, I must be a lousy teacher!" Mom: "It's not our fault we cannot support you." Dad: "It's your fault! Get out of my face!" Pinsir: "You left me behind, you jerk!" Sirius: "Why am I stuck with this idiot?" Dern: "Why am I stuck with this idiot?" Kathy: "Why am I stuck with this idiot?" Raven: "Why did I employ such an idiot?" Paras: "Why am I stuck with this idiot?" Weepinbell: "Why am I stuck with this idiot?" Gloom: "Get me outta this fuckin thing!" Magneton: "Did you forget about me? I haven't been out in ages!" Venonat: "Why am I stuck with this idiot?" Exeggcute: "Why are we stuck with this idiot?" "Damn medication, GO AWAY! LEAVE ME ALONE!" Derrick grabbed his head, ran and ran and ran, and smashed his head into a mirror. Sirius: "The drug has kicked in by now." "The voices. . . . . . . . . . . . . . they're gone." Derrick looked at the cracked mirror and saw he was still wearing the Team Rocket uniform. He started admiring himself in the mirror. Derrick: "Derrick, you joined Anti-Team Rocket so your parents could reside here in safety, THINK AGAIN, you're on the wrong side." Derrick: "Don't even think about it! Don't forget what you said two years ago. . . . . . . . . . . . . Derrick dropped to the floor and cried. "I remember.." To Be Continued [I really need comments on my stories. It really isn't any fun writing these when you have that paranoid feeling that everyone is ignoring them.] Part of Derrick's theme song for the ATR vs TR posts Medication by Garbage I don't need an education I learnt all I need from you They put me on a medication My point of balance was askew It Keeps my temperature from rising My blood is pumping through my veins Somebody get me out of here I'm tearin at myself I've got to make a point these days to educate myself Somebody get me out of here Tearin at myself Nobody gives a damn about me Or anybody else..... _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ~Dryad48 "Bolt the door to keep it shut." "I've got to make a point these days to educate myself." "You can't fool everyone all of the time."