Prologue/ Epilogue Whitch ever it is 
‘Team Rocket’ An old frail voice whispered into the darkness
‘Butch and Cassiddy to be presice’ chuckled a younger sounding deep voice.
‘Now hand over the Zangoose and we wont hurt you’ A menacing laugh followed.
In the darkness, a small figure could be made out standing there, holding which appeared to be a kane of some sort. Across the other side stood two tall people, both rather slim, A man and Woman, Butch and Cassidy. The Old man stepped out into the small patch of the forest illuminised by moonlight seeping through the tree’s.
‘If you want this Zangoose, You’ll have to come and get it’ The man spoke out
Butch laughed as he entered the illumised part of darkness ‘So be it... Go Shuckle’ his voice echoed as he threw a small round pokeball into the air, and with a flash of white light, a small shuckle stood proudly on the floor staring at the old man.
The Man laughed as he to threw a pokeball in the air, although this time, a Zangoose appeared opposite the small Shuckle ‘Zangoose, Crush Claw’. The white and red Zangoose leaped into the air, as its claws glissened a sparkling white it brought them thundering down onto the slow moving Shuckle. ‘Take that’ The old man smirked
‘I'm afraid to say, Its going to take more to take out Shuckle’ Cassiddy laughed as she threw a pokeball into the air. ‘Granbull, show that old man how its done with Bite’. The large Granbull darted towards the Zangoose with its mouth open wide, within seconds of it locking its teeth into the old man’s pokemon, Zangoose moved at lighning speed to evade the attack.
‘And it’s going to take more than that to hurt my Zangoose’ chuckled the old man.
‘Fine, I’ll show you more’ Butch said as behind him emerged a gigantic robotic machine, It was tall, with six long arms, all with pincers attached to the end. It moved on tank like wheels at the bottom of the machine.
The old man looked up in fear, he didnt expect anything like this. His heart was in his throat. It went silent. The cold wind could be heard whistling though the leaves on the floor and tree’s. The only thing to break the silence, was the sound of his cane hitting the floor, a feint scream of terror, and the fading sounds of their menacing laughter.
Please say whether or not you like the sounds of it, because if not many people do, I wont bother continuing, however if you all love it *puppy dog eyes* I carry on.
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‘Team Rocket’ An old frail voice whispered into the darkness
‘Butch and Cassiddy to be presice’ chuckled a younger sounding deep voice.
‘Now hand over the Zangoose and we wont hurt you’ A menacing laugh followed.
In the darkness, a small figure could be made out standing there, holding which appeared to be a kane of some sort. Across the other side stood two tall people, both rather slim, A man and Woman, Butch and Cassidy. The Old man stepped out into the small patch of the forest illuminised by moonlight seeping through the tree’s.
‘If you want this Zangoose, You’ll have to come and get it’ The man spoke out
Butch laughed as he entered the illumised part of darkness ‘So be it... Go Shuckle’ his voice echoed as he threw a small round pokeball into the air, and with a flash of white light, a small shuckle stood proudly on the floor staring at the old man.
The Man laughed as he to threw a pokeball in the air, although this time, a Zangoose appeared opposite the small Shuckle ‘Zangoose, Crush Claw’. The white and red Zangoose leaped into the air, as its claws glissened a sparkling white it brought them thundering down onto the slow moving Shuckle. ‘Take that’ The old man smirked
‘I'm afraid to say, Its going to take more to take out Shuckle’ Cassiddy laughed as she threw a pokeball into the air. ‘Granbull, show that old man how its done with Bite’. The large Granbull darted towards the Zangoose with its mouth open wide, within seconds of it locking its teeth into the old man’s pokemon, Zangoose moved at lighning speed to evade the attack.
‘And it’s going to take more than that to hurt my Zangoose’ chuckled the old man.
‘Fine, I’ll show you more’ Butch said as behind him emerged a gigantic robotic machine, It was tall, with six long arms, all with pincers attached to the end. It moved on tank like wheels at the bottom of the machine.
The old man looked up in fear, he didnt expect anything like this. His heart was in his throat. It went silent. The cold wind could be heard whistling though the leaves on the floor and tree’s. The only thing to break the silence, was the sound of his cane hitting the floor, a feint scream of terror, and the fading sounds of their menacing laughter.
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Please say whether or not you like the sounds of it, because if not many people do, I wont bother continuing, however if you all love it *puppy dog eyes* I carry on.
