The scent of death was about the building. The teen was trembling at the site of the dead pokemon, a Zigzagoon. He tried to move but his body failed to respond to him. Tears began to formulate and his vision grew blurry. His body finally responded by grasping his face. Tears began to roll down to his cheeks. The other people in the room were silent not assisting him or anything. The only words that came out his mouth was, "I killed it."
Those words struck him like a stone. His tears grew more abundant and his trembles were beginning to become shivers. After what was seemed to be 5 minutes a young man came out from the shadows. The young man had pale skin, raven black hair, and piercing crimson eyes. The young man's eyes flickered with amusement and a grin formulating on his face. He began to walked towards the teen, the teen's body still failed to move. The young man stopped in front of the teen and bent down to meet at his level.
The teen was still crying, the young man grabbed the teen by his chin. The teen was surprised by the sudden contact and stop crying only to avert his eyes. The young man's grin grew wider and placed his forehead assertively against the teen's forehead, demanding eye contact. With no choice the teen made eye contact with the young man only to start trembling again. The young man whispered, "You belong to us now."
