Mandy of Team Magma
Disclaimer: I don't own Poke'mon. It's a sad truth I've handled quite well for years.
An Introduction: Mandy Kassulin used to work for an agency of spies, the Poke'mon Trainer Theft Alert Association. PTTAA discovered the skillful girl, as well as many other young trainers, at the age of 13. When she was 14, she left Ash Ketchum, her spy partner, to go on a bigger mission than ever. Her supervisor had instructed her to go undercover as a Team Magma scout.
Two years passed. The PTTAA HQ received less and less transmission from her. She had fallen in love with the thought of being all-powerful. When the mission started, she was told to pull off a few small crimes, to get them to trust her. Now she was stealing boatloads of Poke'mon, not to mention trying to help Team Magma expand the landmass!
Mandy could never return from the mission. She knew that. She had seen Ash again at the age of 16. He had gone back to PTTAA HQ and said that Team Magma had killed her. Mandy thanked him. She could go home and forget it all thanks to him. A month after that, Mandy left Team Magma and journeyed to her home in Pewter City.
Chapter 1
Mandy Kassulin straightened her skirt as she gazed sadly into her mirror. Today she would leave home again.
It wasn't looking too good lately. A year had passed since she saw Ash. 'The poor guy. I've ripped his heart out.' she thought.
She was thinking about her ex-partner. It's odd that in life, you never seem to realize you're hurting someone if you're getting what you want. She had done what she had wanted and torn his love in half, but it hadn't meant anything until after he was gone.
Suddenly Mandy knew what she needed to do. Right that moment, the idea popped into her head. Her eyes darted to the corner. Sitting there was a blue backpack. She found an old set of clothes inside and changed as quickly as possible.
Now, in the mirror, she saw a girl in jeans, a T-shirt, and a green bandana. It was perfect for what she was about to do. She was going to go see him, to tell him she was sorry. At least that's what she wished she had the courage to do.
Short, sweet and to the point.
Disclaimer: I don't own Poke'mon. It's a sad truth I've handled quite well for years.
An Introduction: Mandy Kassulin used to work for an agency of spies, the Poke'mon Trainer Theft Alert Association. PTTAA discovered the skillful girl, as well as many other young trainers, at the age of 13. When she was 14, she left Ash Ketchum, her spy partner, to go on a bigger mission than ever. Her supervisor had instructed her to go undercover as a Team Magma scout.
Two years passed. The PTTAA HQ received less and less transmission from her. She had fallen in love with the thought of being all-powerful. When the mission started, she was told to pull off a few small crimes, to get them to trust her. Now she was stealing boatloads of Poke'mon, not to mention trying to help Team Magma expand the landmass!
Mandy could never return from the mission. She knew that. She had seen Ash again at the age of 16. He had gone back to PTTAA HQ and said that Team Magma had killed her. Mandy thanked him. She could go home and forget it all thanks to him. A month after that, Mandy left Team Magma and journeyed to her home in Pewter City.
Chapter 1
Mandy Kassulin straightened her skirt as she gazed sadly into her mirror. Today she would leave home again.
It wasn't looking too good lately. A year had passed since she saw Ash. 'The poor guy. I've ripped his heart out.' she thought.
She was thinking about her ex-partner. It's odd that in life, you never seem to realize you're hurting someone if you're getting what you want. She had done what she had wanted and torn his love in half, but it hadn't meant anything until after he was gone.
Suddenly Mandy knew what she needed to do. Right that moment, the idea popped into her head. Her eyes darted to the corner. Sitting there was a blue backpack. She found an old set of clothes inside and changed as quickly as possible.
Now, in the mirror, she saw a girl in jeans, a T-shirt, and a green bandana. It was perfect for what she was about to do. She was going to go see him, to tell him she was sorry. At least that's what she wished she had the courage to do.
Short, sweet and to the point.