From: Jose L. Solano <jsolano199@aol.comlink> Subject: [PW!] Akumachu knows best Date: Friday, October 01, 1999 9:47 PM "Damn that Akumachu," Trent thought aloud. "I try to train him an Arbok and this is the thanks I get. If I were still alive I wouldn't even be in this situation. It's all that mutant Dreadite's fault..." "Hey, keep it down over there." said the prisoner in the next cell. Trent sat up against the wall, as the cell lacked a bed, chair or anything else for that matter. Every once in a while a guard would walk by. "Bring the human up." said a voice. "Which one?" said another. "Trent Retwin." "Which one is that?" "The scarred one." "Which one?" "The evil one." "Which one?!" "The one dressed in black!" "Which one?!" "The one with the brown hair!" "Which one?!" "The one with the slow, but wise mind!" "WHICH ONE?!" "That Retwin guy!" "Oh. Why didn't you say so?" The guards stopped at Trent's cell. One of them opened the door, and walked in, followed by the other. The first one handcuffed Trent while the second one held a scroll. "By decree of the Great Akumachu, you, Trent Retwin, are scheduled to appear in court immediately. You will be tried by Akumachu himself. That is all." The guard rolled the scroll back up. The other guard had lead Trent out the door. They walked up a flight up stairs and down a long hallway. They turned to a door on the left and walked in. The room was like a stone-built courthouse. The jury consisted of a group of Torchured Souls, each carrying a number, ranging from 666 to 7,806,568. "All stand for the honorable Judge Akumachu." said a guard. As everyone stood, Aurem walked to the judge's seat, carrying Akumachu, who wore a stupid looking white wig and carrying a miniature gavel. "Alright, let's get this over with." said Akumachu. Trent was seated next to a Goatguard, who was probably supposed to be his lawyer. "Hey, are you my lawyer?" "Lawyer? Oh, don't be silly! Why should you get a lawyer? I'm just a guard anyway." "Alright, Retwin." said Akumachu, reading from a sheet of paper. "You are charged with Failure to Train the Master's Pokemon. How do you plead?" "Guilty as charged." answered Trent. "Ok, I hereby sentence you to be burned. Coust dis-" "Excuse me, master." a guard walked up to him and whispered something. The guard next to Trent leaned closer to him. "Enter the beurocrat. This is where the-" "Shut up." The guard took his place by the door. Akumachu spoke up. "Alright, we have a sligh change in the sentence. You are now sentenced to return to Earth." "Huh?! Return? REALLY?!" "Yes, but there are some catches." "Aww..." Akumachu cleared his throat. "You will return to a different body then your original. I want you to cause nothign but destruction and chaos." "What good does that do?" "None, it amuses me. Now, begone!" Trent disappeared. The jury left, wondering why there even WAS a jury... TBC Jose Luis Solano --------------------------------------- Offical Member of the AFSH Stupid Brigade --------------------------------------- "Graaaaaaaaaah!!" -Ratts Tyerell