With the introduction of my newest character it felt wrong not to include her in a story, so here it is! A rather short story... the line has been drawn in the sand, the battle field has been decided, and the hunter and hunted are ready for action! Let the Games Begin!
Katrina owned by AngelicImpurity
Katrina owned by AngelicImpurity
Category Story / Pokemon
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 50 x 50px
File Size 29.5 kB
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P.C.A. – The Game BeginsIn a fancy hotel, in the city near the P.C.A., a Gardevoir girl was scheming, one Vanessa DeBaron to be precise. She was in the best suite of the place and was currently in the bedroom looking over several papers and pictures spread out on a small table.
The pictures were of several different morphs, a lucario girl with a cheerful smile, a shy looking mawile, a grinning pachirisu kid, a bored looking swalot, and a large picture of a pikachu girl with a circle drawn around her face in blood red ink. The papers included the names of every one of the mon in the pictures as well as bits of information. Vanessa was shuffling through them with dulled interest and a confident smirk on her face. The smirk of someone who had absolute confidence that failure is impossible.
She grinned and began to idly talk out loud as some people do when they’re alone (Though those who do are normally not the most mentally stable of individuals) “Soon, heh very soon you will pay you little b*tch…” she picked up the picture of the pikachu girl “Nobody, but nobody gets away with daring to strike me… and on top of that you hade the nerve to try and take Les! He is my property and guess what, I don’t share!”
She slammed the picture down on the table and began shuffling through the other photo’s, a snarl of anger on her face “I let that male run free for too long… it’s time to show him who is superior once and for all… and once I do I’ll use him to get my revenge on his precious Katrina!” she all but spat the word “I really don’t care if I can use him in my harem or not… I might just hire him as my new maid… but I will not let some little whore waltz in and take him!”
Leaning back in her chair she regained her composure “All I have to do is keep poking at Les’s mental defenses until the stress breaks them and leaves him vulnerable to me…” she sits back up and grins “If the threats won’t do it maybe an accident happening to one of his idiot friends will… honestly I really don’t care!” she broke into snide but pleasant laughter that quickly devolved into a cackle that would have made the wicked witch shiver in her curled shoes.
True to form her bodyguards in the other room looked up from their card game and shuddered. The pay and benefits were good… but they hated it when Ms. DeBaron got like this. That laugh of hers freaked them all out…..
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Les Furtein was again engaged in his usual past time for working out frustration by beating a punching bag to pulp. It had been a hell of a few weeks and Les was starting to feel the wear of it weighing on him.
First his mom announces that she’s going to have a baby which would make him a big brother (the title actually sounded pretty appealing to him but that was beside the point), then there was the fact that he’d have yet to win any of his matches here be they sparring or official, or the horrible, horrible fact that Vanessa was back to haunt him but this time she was after Kat and he was just the bonus prize.
“Dammit…” Les thought “I could deal with her trying to get me to be some freaky puppet for her little “Harem” but I can’t believe she’s going after Kat now! ………well… okay it isn’t that hard to believe, but still!” he punched the bag even harder “Of all the cold blooded things to intend to do to some one… I just can’t believe she’s going to try and use me as a way to hurt Kat! That’s low even for her…”
Pausing to take a few breaths before continuing his work out Les ran over what he knew so far in his head “All right… I know she’s sending me these notes… but I don’t know from where and there’s no way to trace them or connect her to them that I can see…she probably waiting for me to mentally weaken so she can manipulate me, that means she must be nearby… maybe…” he sighs “Who am I kidding…this is more Al’s kind of work… I’m not a “Figure-it-out” guy, I’m a “Punch-it-till-something-happens” guy![/i!” he goes back to beating on the bag.
“[i]Well I may have been content to ignore her back home, but Vanessa has picked the wrong person to mess with this time!” he resolves as he punches the bag “For once in my miserable life I have friends! I’ve found someone who like’s me for me, despite the way I look!” he accents his next though by punching the bag with every word “And.. I.. Won’t.. Give.. That.. Up.. Without.. A.. Fight!”
By now the bag was swaying wildly and as he aimed his last punch the bag swayed away from it leaving him punching with his full strength nothing but empty air. With a shout he lost balance and tumbled forward, landing unceremoniously face first on the ground. He pulled himself out of the dirt and wiped it from his face muttering “Really hope nobody saw that…”
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Across campus Thomas Darkken was taking a little walk to clear his head when he felt a familiar feeling of dread and tingling in his scythe. He sighed “Another day another prediction of disaster… though this one feels a lot stronger then the others… I wonder… no, probably not anything that concerns me.” He decided as he resumed his walk.
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