Over Zealous
Summary: An endangered Manta manages to find help from Amidamaru...and it goes horribly wrong.
Drama/Tragedy
A/N: I don't own Shaman King.
Chapter One: Lost Hope
(Manta's POV)
'Why me, why me, WHY ME!!!' I thought bitterly as I ducked and weaved through the empty streets of the Patch Village. I mentally calmed myself as I tried to keep my head straight. 'Don't panic, relax... Why am I always the one to get hunted down and beaten up by some unscrupulous street gang? Where'd that come from...'
I absentmindedly turned the corner in an attempt to lose my pursers. It didn't work for two reasons; they were too close to lose me and this was an alley. I mentally berated myself for not noticing this sooner when I still had an opportunity to escape.
I attempted to find an alternative root as I saw the lousy, good-for- nothing street gang close in on me. There must have been fifteen of them! All closing in on me... I looked at a giant dumpster which could get me to a lowered fire escape...
I seized what could be my last chance and made a mad dash for the dumpster. This was one of the most physically exhausting things I've ever had to do. But after finally making it to the top, it was an easy thing to grab the last step of the fire escape and dog the stupid street gang again.
I ran for dear life as they began the pursuit all over again, but this time they were throwing stuff! Inwardly, I wondered what we must have looked like...besides a complete debacle. It must have looked funny to others, but for me... As I continued to run, I tried to think of who I could go to for help. "Go to Rio's and the Dead Enders' place."
I looked to my left to see Amidamaru floating beside me looking worried. I merely nodded and continued to run, as the street gang was gaining on me. I ran fast and hard, but it was wasted as I was knocked in the head by one of the cans. I came to a stop almost instantly, the pain was too much.
I felt a warm liquid run down the right side of my face. I knew what it was; I looked towards the street gang as it rapidly approached me. I gulped knowing there was little anyone could do for me. 'I hope they're not pissed at me...'
I looked at Amidamaru and pleaded silently for him to do something. He looked at me and shook his head, and that's when I gave up hope for anything to save me.
Summary: An endangered Manta manages to find help from Amidamaru...and it goes horribly wrong.
Drama/Tragedy
A/N: I don't own Shaman King.
Chapter One: Lost Hope
(Manta's POV)
'Why me, why me, WHY ME!!!' I thought bitterly as I ducked and weaved through the empty streets of the Patch Village. I mentally calmed myself as I tried to keep my head straight. 'Don't panic, relax... Why am I always the one to get hunted down and beaten up by some unscrupulous street gang? Where'd that come from...'
I absentmindedly turned the corner in an attempt to lose my pursers. It didn't work for two reasons; they were too close to lose me and this was an alley. I mentally berated myself for not noticing this sooner when I still had an opportunity to escape.
I attempted to find an alternative root as I saw the lousy, good-for- nothing street gang close in on me. There must have been fifteen of them! All closing in on me... I looked at a giant dumpster which could get me to a lowered fire escape...
I seized what could be my last chance and made a mad dash for the dumpster. This was one of the most physically exhausting things I've ever had to do. But after finally making it to the top, it was an easy thing to grab the last step of the fire escape and dog the stupid street gang again.
I ran for dear life as they began the pursuit all over again, but this time they were throwing stuff! Inwardly, I wondered what we must have looked like...besides a complete debacle. It must have looked funny to others, but for me... As I continued to run, I tried to think of who I could go to for help. "Go to Rio's and the Dead Enders' place."
I looked to my left to see Amidamaru floating beside me looking worried. I merely nodded and continued to run, as the street gang was gaining on me. I ran fast and hard, but it was wasted as I was knocked in the head by one of the cans. I came to a stop almost instantly, the pain was too much.
I felt a warm liquid run down the right side of my face. I knew what it was; I looked towards the street gang as it rapidly approached me. I gulped knowing there was little anyone could do for me. 'I hope they're not pissed at me...'
I looked at Amidamaru and pleaded silently for him to do something. He looked at me and shook his head, and that's when I gave up hope for anything to save me.
