From: Roberto Perez-Vila <RobfromVoid@prodigy.net> Subject: [PW!] Psyduck Gets What He Deserves Date: Tue, 06 Jul 1999 01:14:06 -0400 Minax sits casually on the sidewalk in front of he Celadon City Mega Pokemart. She's been staring at the building quite a while, wondering if she should go inside and buy a Water Stone to evolve her ungrateful Poliwhirl. People walk in front of her on occasion, and speed up the pace of their walk if they notice the holster dangling from her belt. As a mother and her child run away from where she sits, she sighs, realizing that once you go Rocket, you never go back. She pulls the second Pokeball off her belt and extends her arm forward. It snaps open and red light pours out, forming into a large Poliwhirl. He blinks his giant eyes twice and stares at Minax. "Whirl?" "Do you want to evolve into Poliwrath?" Minax keeps her eyes off of the swirl on the Poliwhirl's belly, knowing that he'd try to hypnotize her if she gazed into it. "Whirl!!!" The Pokemon tries to nod, which is a difficult task since he has no neck, "Whirl! Whirl!" Minax stares at the Pokemon's eyes with her own dark brown, unblinking eyes, "Why?" The Poliwhirl tries to close his ridiculously oversized white hands to form a fist, but continually fails. Only after he evolves into the Fighting Pokemon known as Poliwrath will his hands be able to make a fist, and he's trying to let Minax know this. She doesn't seem to understand, so he walks up to her and Doubleslaps her shoulders! Minax darts up from her place on the ground and spits at her Pokemon, "You want to evolve into the Fighting Pokemon in order to kick my ass, huh? Tough luck, Poliwhirl... you'll die before I let you grab a Water Stone." "Poli..." Poliwhirl narrows his eyes up at Minax, whose saliva is dripping down his belly. He is immediately sucked back into his Pokeball, which is placed back on Minax's belt. "Celadon City is so very boring..." Minax looks at all the posters advertising products that don't interest her, "Murdering some kid's Pokemon should be fun! I haven't done that since... Magmar? Ahh yes, he was tasty!" She quickens her pace and runs eastward, until she finds herself in the area of land between Celadon City and Saffron. She waits... A thirteen year old boy with spiky black hair wearing a white tank top, baggy brown pants, and dirty sneakers emerges from the Underground Tunnel, speaking to himself and uttering much profanity. Minax sets her eyes on him and gracefully marches up to him. She smiles as she whispers, "Let's have a Pokemon match, spikes!" "Spikes?!" The angry boy squints his eyes, "The hell ya call me that fer? M'name's Mike, damnit, and if yer out to fight my Pokemon, yer out to get an ass woopin', red." "My, my... What a dirty mouth." Minax presses one finger on his lips, her purple fingernail gleaming in the sunlight, "You wouldn't want me to wash it out with soap. I tried doing that to a Magikarp once and he didn't like it too much." "The hell ya think you are, bitch?" He swats Minax's finger aside, and reaches for his belt. Apparently it is very loose, because his baggy pants and hanging around his knees. "Let's get it on." "Fine, Mike." Minax places her hand on Zubat's Pokeball, and raises it up into the air. After a flash of red light, Zubat flaps around in the air, and finally settles on Minax's shoulder. "Yeaaa, boy, that frickin' Zubat's gonna die when he meets my badass Pokemon..." The boy scoffs in Minax's direction and pulls a Pokeball off his belt, "Arbok, let's bite..." The unruly teen isn't able to finish his thought, because a Pokeball on his belt erupts and releases a Psyduck with a vacant look in his eyes. "AWWW CRAP!" "Psy?" The Psyduck looks up at his master with his small arms on the sides of his aching head, "Psyduck?" "Zubat, Bite." Minax points at the Psyduck and her Pokemon screeches in agreement. He flies down towards the Psyduck and sinks his large fangs into the duck's large, strangely shaped head. "Crap! Crap! Crap!" Mike calls out, knowing his Psyduck can't possibly win. Minax raises one eyebrow at Mike, "Are you a Crap Pokemon, Mike? Your Psyduck sure seems to be." Minax's Zubat's single Bite makes the weak Psyduck faint, face forward. The winning Pokemon flies back to his trainer's shoulder and perches there once again. He stretches out his wings and screeches. Minax then reaches into her holster and pulls out her silver pistol. She aims it at the fainted Psyduck, "...and now your Pokemon dies." "Go ahead..." Mike growls, kicking the Psyduck on the ground, "I don't like the bastard, anyway." Minax isn't sure how to react at first, but she quickly recomposes herself and speaks, "You monster." Her gun still resting in her right hand, she walks over towards Mike, grabs him by the neck with her left hand, and throws him to the ground. Minax's Zubat flies off her shoulder and circles around Minax's head. The tall, imposing, red haired woman places her foot on Mike, dangerously close to his groin, and points her pistol at him, "How could you say that?" Mike's position doesn't seem to phase him as he shouts out, "Waddya mean? He's crap! I should've never caught him! So kill the bastard already and let me go to Celadon. I gotta beat the Grass whore and get my badge." "How about I kill *you* instead?" Minax tightens her grip on her pistol and grins at the crude kid. Mike keeps arguing in his same, cool voice, "You don't got the balls, chick." Minax pulls the trigger on her gun. "You whore!" Mike cries out in a warbling voice, the tone sounding much more like a kid his age should, "You shot my shoulder! You... You... ARGH!" He grabs his right shoulder with his left arm. "Here's what I want you to do, Mike." Minax continues pointing her pistol at the bleeding child on the ground, and tosses her hair aside with her left hand, "You will train that Psyduck until he evolves, with tender love and care. You *will* learn how to love your Pokemon the same way I love mine. If I see you again and you don't have your Psyduck by your side, I'll be sure to finish the job I started here. Now go. You won't die if you get some bandages on that shoulder." "I... I... Oh, fine. Let me go." Mike struggles to get up once Minax releases him. Minax crouches in front of Mike's fainted Psyduck and kisses him on the head, leaving red lipstick there, "You'll get what you deserve, Psyduck... a trainer who loves you. I'll make sure of it." She stands up and glares at Mike, who is still holding on to his wounded shoulder, "Oh, and if anyone asks you who did this, it was a big burly bald thug with lots of facial hair. The police seem to like arresting people who look like that." "Why... why should I?" Mike asks, his voice trembling. "You seem like a smart kid, Spikes..." Minax smiles and rubs her hand across his spiky hair, "You can figure it out." Once Mike recalls his fainted Psyduck into his Pokeball, Minax disappears in the distance. -Minax (( NS: No one interact with Minax, because I'm leaving on a vacation soon. ))