From: Yoda Yoderson <yoda325344@aol.com.jedi> Subject: [PW!] Remembering the past Date: Saturday, August 21, 1999 12:23 PM [PW!] Remembering the past P:OTPW!.. [PW!] Failed Investigation?. Through some.. interrogating.. Cloud holds a flyer with the location of Pokémon Island written on it, and is on his way. -===---===--===---===--===---===- Cloud stood on the shore, crystal clear water rising and falling behind him. His feet slightly sunk into the sand with each step. Corsair billowed his wings and landed onto his shoulder, a routine Cloud had come to expect. He surveyed his surroundings. "This is it. Just like the flyer said; here's the beach, there's the cave, grassland, desert, and the jungle. Damn.. looks like a battle went on in here." Wigglytuffs were half-sunk into the sand, decorating the beach. Most likely misfired shots from launchers. Cloud slowly walked towards a palm tree, head down to avoid the bright sunlight. He punted a Wigglytuff into the water. He sat down underneath the shade, resting his head against the trunk of the palm tree, and closed his eyes. -=Flashback.=- A young man, maybe 18 or so, stood on the beach. It was night. His trench coat covered most of his body, except for his feet. He wore all black. Two dark figures were behind him. "Get over here," the one of the two older men commanded. The young man walked over to the others, and waited. "You fool. This whole mission you haven't brought us one Pokemon. This jungle is stocked full of them. Get in there, and get one. Or else we're having fried Pidgey." He gulped. "Right away, sir." With that, he ran into the jungle. He pushed away some leaves, delving deeper into the dense foliage. Talons landed onto his shoulder. "'Bought time, Corsair." The talons belonged to a Pidgey, black in color. He dismissed it as nothing, and walked on. Finally, he had come to a burrow. He got on his knees, bare hands were covered in dirt. "What a way to make a living. Those guys can go screw themselves, this bites. I gotta find a way to get out of here." Despite his words, he continued. Time passed. Nothing. Footsteps approached behind him. The young man didn't care. He was sitting on a boulder, head resting on his knee. "You insolent fool. What a failure." The voice belonged to the man from before. He punched the young man accross his jaw. He fell to the ground. The other man joined in, kicking and punching him. He managed to block a few hits and defend himself, but these men were of equal skill, and beat him in sheer numbers. "I warned you before. We're having roast Pidgey. Now where's that bird of yours.." Without warning, Corsair came down from the trees and struck each of them in the eyes. They clutched their faces, cursing. The young man ran away from them, deeper into the jungle. He panted, his hands on his knees, bent over. He opened his trench coat, and out popped a Sandshrew. "Good.. you're safe." -=End Flashback.=- Cloud suddenly awoke, sweating, his eyes wide open, panting. He looked around him. It was daytime, and he was on the beach. He had realized something.. everything he knew was wrong. TBC? -- Yoda "Do. Or do not. There is no try." "The box said 'Win95 or better', so I bought I Mac." -=Unknown Regular.=- Yoda...the Web Site. http://yoda.pagehub.com Remove .jedi to reply. "The length of this sig can only mean one thing: AOL sucks."