Amber

       A cool breeze blew over the grassy foothills of Mount Moon, throwing the girl's long blonde hair behind her as she painted the landscape.  Her house stood on a distant hill; it was huge, something of a mansion.  No one was in it at the moment, though.  She and her father were the only ones who lived there, and her father was sitting against the oak tree behind her, drinking his tea and watching her mix the colors upon the canvas.  Her father's Growlithe lazed, half asleep at his master's feet, as he often did on these peaceful summer afternoons.
       Her family was well off; her grandfather had been one of the key scientists who developed the Pokeball.  Her father had inherited the fortune and invested it wisely, before meeting her mother.  Her mother, sadly, had died during the girl's birth, and her father alone had raised the child.
       Her name was Amberly, and she lived a good life.  Nothing was wanting in her existance; she spent her days painting and learning histories and mathematics, proper grammar, natural science, the arts, and, of course, a study of Pokemon, at the private school five miles to the west.
       From above, on a rocky cliff to the girl's back, two figures dressed in black watched them.  "Oooh, look at that mansion!" exclaimed the female figure, mostly to herself.
       "With a house like that who needs a palace?" replied her male companion.  "They must spend their whole day just countin' money!"
       The blue-haired tennage girl spoke again.  "Think of the ransom that little lady's daddy would pay for her safe release!"
       "Yeah.  Definately enough to get us a raise," the tan, green-haired boy answered.
       "Who says we have to give it all to him?  I say we keep some for ourselves.  You know, as repayment for all our hard work."
       "Hard work?  All we have to do is point and shoot!"
       "Good point.  Do you have the note written out yet?"
       "Yeah.  It's right here.  The truck's already hidden in the backyard, right?"
       "Yes."
       "Then let's go."
       The young woman pulled out, seemingly from nowhere, a tranquilizer dart gun.  "I wish we were good enough to get the cool equipment," she whined before carefully aiming the dart gun. 
       BAAAAM!!!

            A/N:  Thanks for reading!  As always, I love reviews!  Please review; I even accept flames!  8/30/03