I sprinted down the alleyway, leaping over a few trashcans using my hands as support as I knocked them down behind me. That didn't delay my pursuer, but it was worth a shot. All I could do now was run.
"Get back here, ya lousy thief!" The man who was chasing me yelled. Apparently, people didn't like it too much when you tried to pick-pocket their wallets. Then again, a pro pick-pocketeer like me could only get caught by another, so the guy wasn't just a total bystander, either.
And it wasn't even the money I was after. Well, originally, that is. The guy was loaded - how could I not stash away a few bucks? Anyway, all I was looking to get was his ID. I'd return it to him later, if he ever stopped chasing me.
I smiled as we neared a familiar cross-section between alleys. I put my pinkies to the corners of my mouth and blew loud. The response was immediate.
My faithful Mightyena lunged out from an alley corner, teeth bared. I got a little ways behind him before stopping and turning to face the stunned business man.
"Tell me, how does a brat like you get a pokemon like that? Aren't you a little young, kid?" He asked, already pissing me off. Jeez, if I could just knock this guy's lights out, I would have by now.
"Listen here, ya stuck-up cheapskate. You don't need to know anything about me or my life, so just get outta here. I'll give you your stupid wallet back tomorrow." I said in a matter-of-fact tone. He blinked.
"What? Why would you do that?" He asked, confused. I rolled my eyes.
"Doesn't matter, does it? You're gonna get it back, so just leave me alone for now, okay?" I compromised. He narrowed his eyes.
"Do you expect me to believe a snot-nosed kid like you? There's no way I'm letting you get away with my wallet." He said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pokeball. "Let's settle this right here, right now. Weavile, come on out!" He exclaimed, releasing the pokemon from its pokeball. The Weavile readied its menacing claws for battle. I balled my fist, tucking the wallet safely away in my back pocket.
"Fine, if that's the way you wanna play it. Mightyena, get ready!" I warned, waiting for him to make the first move. I'd fought a lot of pokemon in my eighteen years of existence, but Weavile was not one of them. I wasn't familiar with any of its attacks.
"Alright. Weavile, use shadow ball!" The man ordered. Weavile opened its mouth to gather the dark energy.
"Mightyena, use shadow ball, too!" I told him. Mightyena was surely more powerful than that pitiful looking Weavile, even though I knew nothing about the latter. I'd grown up with this pokemon, and there were just some things I did know for certain.
As the shadow balls were released, they collided in the middle of the alley cross-section. This caused a huge explosion, which lifted enough smoke to block us from view. I snapped my finger and Mightyena and I bolted in the opposite direction. Maybe now I could finally get this guy's ID back to my older sister, Neborah (she was four years older than me). I was just dying to know why the hell she sent me through all this trouble to get it.
I glanced back to see we were being followed, the Weavile gaining on us fast. I turned to look at Mightyena as we ran, and gave him a curt nod. He skidded to a halt and whirled around to face Weavile, then opened his maw. Mightyena's fangs burst into flames as he bit down on Weavile's vulnerable red fringe using Fire Fang. Apparently, that part was extremely sensitive, because Weavile went down instantly.
Mightyena then caught back up to me easily, giving me what I interpreted as a wolfy grin. I grinned right back, seeing as the guy was no longer following us. We rounded a few more corners, then finally arrived at the hideout-like-thing Neborah and I set up years ago.
Living on the streets was like a job for us. We made money on the black market, but not enough to buy a house or keep up a substantial rent for an apartment. But it was enough to buy food, water and supplies, so we were pretty set. Still, we had to continuously trade around the black market to get anything, since our reputation with the rich, stuck-up snobs wasn't a good one.
I reached the double door basement entrance and held it open for Mightyena to go in first. I closed the doors behind us as we made our way down the stairs, activating motion-sensing lights on the way that turned off the farther we moved from them.
Phew, okay. This is my first crossover fic so I'm hoping it'll turn out well. I already have about 18 chapters ready to post so I'll get right on that. Reviews are always appreciated!