Alder and Hiker Anthony.
It was a quiet day, the sun shining bright and full as Alder trekked up the rocky pathways. As he was nearing the top of the path, he took a moment to breathe and admire how far he'd gotten on his travels. He said nothing, but felt a rather large sense of accomplishment. He'd been travelling since early morning, and he was running on nearly nothing. Surely he'd have to stop soon. Maybe along the way, he'd see Hilbert or Cheren. That would've been rather nice. At last, he stopped staring down at the rocky plains and returned to his walk. He could see a café not far off from there, and several trainers that were staring. His name was being passed along through the rather small crowd. One especially big man, made a rather loud and feminine squeal, after finding out that the Unovian role model was near.
"I've heard so much about him." One of the ace trainers mumbled, "Maybe I'll finally get to meet him."
"I wouldn't be surprised if he likes you, kiddo." The other said.
The only thing that the big man, named Hiker Anthony, could think about was getting to meet him.
"Greetings." Alder said to the little group of people, waving and walking as he passed them. Little did he know that one man was following.
"Hullo." Anthony said, his booming voice causing Alder to stop in his tracks and turn.
"Who're you, a fellow trainer?" Alder asked, rather worried as to why this man was following him. He looked friendly, but something didn't seem right.
"'M a hiker! You're Alder, 'm I right?" the man grinned.
"Yes, I'm Alder, champion of Unova. Haven't I seen you before?" The previous experiences of Anthony and Black still left a stain in his brain. All the times Black had told him about this one man, he'd never had ever believed it was true.
"I highly doubt it, sir." The hiker replied, letting out a heavy laugh. If he'd known that what had happened between him and Black wasn't private, he'd probably have been a lot less confident.
"Get away from me, you freak!" Black yelled, pushing the man away from him, "I never want to see you again."
The experience had scarred him well enough, and Anthony knew that far too well.
"'M sorry, Black. I just cannay help meself." Anthony bellowed, reaching out again to try and touch the poor boy.
"NO!" That was all Black said before he couldn't talk. Anthony, the sexual predator, had taken another victim, and no-one would ever know. He did well in covering his tracks. Dragging the boy over to a bush, it didn't take long before the child passed out from shock. Then he was taken.
"Ah. My mistake. Say, would you like to join me for lunch? I'd really like to get to know you more." Alder asked, rather politely as such.
And then they both walked off.
