Note: All people in this story are based on real people, and I do not own the NEO UOPM, or Pokemon. Paul9lyn@aol.com owns UOPM.
Another Note: Many thanks to Sabrina for encouraging me to post this fanfiction on FF.net! =D
"Secret Lives"
A short story by Christine.
Chapter One: Love Triangle
Sabrina looked into Paul's big brown eyes and sighed.
"Paul...This...isn't right. You're only 14."
"So what? It's only a 5 year difference! They do it all the time in France." Paul replied jokingly.
Sabrina then embraced Paul, squeezing him close. She couldn't live without him, even if they were part of rival gangs. One quick kiss on the cheek from her had quickly became a french as she shoved her tongue into his mouth. The lay there on the bed together, locked in embrace. The kiss raged on, until Sabrina broke away.
"What about the others, Paul?" she asked in a worried tone.
"It will all be fine hun....just, don't worry about it. " he replied.
Sabrina lay on her back, Paul beside her, his rough fingers running through her dark tresses. "If only she could be mine" He thought longingly. Paul knew it couldn't be so, Final, Blue, Lance. They all wanted her for themselves. The love triangle had been going on for months in the UOPM, and recently fights had broken up about who got to keep the lovely brunette.
"We can fight them Sabrina...just think. We could rule the UOPM, side by side." Paul whispered excitedly in her ear, sitting up. He reached into his jean pocket, pulling out a sheathed knife, and evil glint in his eye.
"Think about it, we just get rid of the competition, and..." Paul didn't have a chance to finish. Sabrina had slapped him across the face, her manicured nails leaving 5 long scratches across his face.
"You b*tch! What the hell was that for?!" Paul roared angry, getting off the bed and glaring at Sabrina.
"You can't kill them! You can't kill Blue! They'll get you! I... can't stand this anymore! I don't know who to be with... Final? Lance? Blue?" Sabrina spat out.
Sabrina's feelings were raging inside her. She hated being treated this way, like an item to be bought, and then destroyed. Deep down she loved Blue with all her heart, but it's not like she could just say to the others I'm sorry, but I'm dumping you. They would get dangerous, it happened just one year ago to her dear friend Crystal. She had dumped Final for TRC, and Final had got violent, and killed her.
She turned around to face Paul, a pleading sort of look on her face. Paul was getting angry, she could tell by the look on his face.
"Paul, please, try to understand." She spoke softly, tucking a dark lock behind her ear.
But Paul didn't reply, he just turned around to face the bed stand. Suddenly, he whirled around to face Sabrina, clenching the unsheathed knife in his hand.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you, whore." He said calmly, advancing towards Sabrina. She was frozen with fear, clinging to the bedpost. "After all I've done for you, you've... you drop me for some other guys. You can't even damn make up your little mind!" He was now practically screaming in her ear, pinning her down on the bed, holding the knife only inches away from her throat.
"Now you'll pay, brat... now you will pay!" Just as Paul was about to detach Sabrina's head from her body, the door of the motel room was busted open, a cloaked figure standing in the doorway. Paul spun around to face the mysterious figure, his eyes wide in their sockets.
"Fancy meeting you here, Paul." The cloaked man said, advancing slowly towards the 14 year old.
"Who the hell are you?!" Paul stuttered, ignoring his captive for the moment, his attention on the mysterious man.
"Your worst nightmare." He replied, and then charged at Paul, his own knife in hand.
The man was obviously stronger than the teen, and knocked him down easily, avoiding Paul's mad swipes at him with the steak knife. The man grabbed the steak knife from Paul and threw it across the room as Sabrina watched, scared stiff on the bed, mouth open.
"You pathetic little worm..." The man angrily whispered, holding his own knife to a wiggling and squirming Paul's throat.
"Let...me go!" Paul managed to force out. It was no use. The cloaked hero had him in a headlock.
"How dare you...do this to Sabrina. I should kill you, right now." He yelled, lowering the knife closer and closer to Paul's throat, choking him slowly. Right as he was about to bring the blade down onto Paul, Sabrina leapt off the bed, making a flying jump at the cloaked figure.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Who is this mysterious cloaked figure, and will Paul be meeting his end?
Find out in the next chapter of.....
"Secret Lives"!
Another Note: Many thanks to Sabrina for encouraging me to post this fanfiction on FF.net! =D
"Secret Lives"
A short story by Christine.
Chapter One: Love Triangle
Sabrina looked into Paul's big brown eyes and sighed.
"Paul...This...isn't right. You're only 14."
"So what? It's only a 5 year difference! They do it all the time in France." Paul replied jokingly.
Sabrina then embraced Paul, squeezing him close. She couldn't live without him, even if they were part of rival gangs. One quick kiss on the cheek from her had quickly became a french as she shoved her tongue into his mouth. The lay there on the bed together, locked in embrace. The kiss raged on, until Sabrina broke away.
"What about the others, Paul?" she asked in a worried tone.
"It will all be fine hun....just, don't worry about it. " he replied.
Sabrina lay on her back, Paul beside her, his rough fingers running through her dark tresses. "If only she could be mine" He thought longingly. Paul knew it couldn't be so, Final, Blue, Lance. They all wanted her for themselves. The love triangle had been going on for months in the UOPM, and recently fights had broken up about who got to keep the lovely brunette.
"We can fight them Sabrina...just think. We could rule the UOPM, side by side." Paul whispered excitedly in her ear, sitting up. He reached into his jean pocket, pulling out a sheathed knife, and evil glint in his eye.
"Think about it, we just get rid of the competition, and..." Paul didn't have a chance to finish. Sabrina had slapped him across the face, her manicured nails leaving 5 long scratches across his face.
"You b*tch! What the hell was that for?!" Paul roared angry, getting off the bed and glaring at Sabrina.
"You can't kill them! You can't kill Blue! They'll get you! I... can't stand this anymore! I don't know who to be with... Final? Lance? Blue?" Sabrina spat out.
Sabrina's feelings were raging inside her. She hated being treated this way, like an item to be bought, and then destroyed. Deep down she loved Blue with all her heart, but it's not like she could just say to the others I'm sorry, but I'm dumping you. They would get dangerous, it happened just one year ago to her dear friend Crystal. She had dumped Final for TRC, and Final had got violent, and killed her.
She turned around to face Paul, a pleading sort of look on her face. Paul was getting angry, she could tell by the look on his face.
"Paul, please, try to understand." She spoke softly, tucking a dark lock behind her ear.
But Paul didn't reply, he just turned around to face the bed stand. Suddenly, he whirled around to face Sabrina, clenching the unsheathed knife in his hand.
"Give me one reason why I shouldn't kill you, whore." He said calmly, advancing towards Sabrina. She was frozen with fear, clinging to the bedpost. "After all I've done for you, you've... you drop me for some other guys. You can't even damn make up your little mind!" He was now practically screaming in her ear, pinning her down on the bed, holding the knife only inches away from her throat.
"Now you'll pay, brat... now you will pay!" Just as Paul was about to detach Sabrina's head from her body, the door of the motel room was busted open, a cloaked figure standing in the doorway. Paul spun around to face the mysterious figure, his eyes wide in their sockets.
"Fancy meeting you here, Paul." The cloaked man said, advancing slowly towards the 14 year old.
"Who the hell are you?!" Paul stuttered, ignoring his captive for the moment, his attention on the mysterious man.
"Your worst nightmare." He replied, and then charged at Paul, his own knife in hand.
The man was obviously stronger than the teen, and knocked him down easily, avoiding Paul's mad swipes at him with the steak knife. The man grabbed the steak knife from Paul and threw it across the room as Sabrina watched, scared stiff on the bed, mouth open.
"You pathetic little worm..." The man angrily whispered, holding his own knife to a wiggling and squirming Paul's throat.
"Let...me go!" Paul managed to force out. It was no use. The cloaked hero had him in a headlock.
"How dare you...do this to Sabrina. I should kill you, right now." He yelled, lowering the knife closer and closer to Paul's throat, choking him slowly. Right as he was about to bring the blade down onto Paul, Sabrina leapt off the bed, making a flying jump at the cloaked figure.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Who is this mysterious cloaked figure, and will Paul be meeting his end?
Find out in the next chapter of.....
"Secret Lives"!