Well, It's me again, Steve. I finished the final touches on this chapter today, so I figured I'd update. Also, a big 'thank you' goes out to Kasumi-chan for being my first reviewer. Don't worry, there is much more hobo-goodness still to come. I have to warn you houg, this chapter contains descriptions of violent acts and blood, so, I'm sorry if this offends you. It's integral to the story though, and if you're really worried zoom in on the parentheses for a reassuring spoiler(It's fake blood!) SO… Please keep reading and enjoy the second chapter of Misty Waterflower and The Guardians of Kotoenoh!
DISCLAIMER---I do not own Pokemon, But I own Kotoenoh and the Hobo!(And everything else not in the cannon)
DRAMATIC RECAP!!!
'The only escape was to her right, an alley. She went in, followed by these strange people. She found to the greatest horror she had experienced yet that the alley was a dead end. She turned around and dropped her bags and faced the gang, now consisting of eight suspicious looking people in trench coats. "Why did you follow me?! What do you want from me?!" She screamed hysterically. The mobster in the front answered her with the bone-chilling answer she had prayed wouldn't come. "Why, your life of course."'
END DRAMATIC RECAP!!!
Misty's heart almost stopped. "M-my life? W-why?"
"You and your boyfriend have meddled in things children should never get involved in. We've already taken care of several of your little friends. Most ended up just like you are going to: mutilated and dead. You aren't even going to be able to resist."
"No! No! NO!!! This isn't happening! NO!" Misty screamed.
The posse started toward her, murderous intent clearly visible in their eyes. They moved closer, closer, ever closer, Misty's fear rising to new extremes as she realized that this may be the last experience before she died.
"Oh No! I'll never be able to tell Brock that I think he's an idiot and that no girl would ever want him! I'll never be able to tell Ash about my feelings for him! We'll never fall in love, get married on the beaches of the Orange Islands, have 12 children, and live to be 99 and 98 before we die together peacefully in our sleep!" Misty thought sadly, "I'm going to spend my last moments in fear—"
"Hey now! This ain't right!" The gangsters turned around quickly to see who was a witness to their crime. The hobo stood there. Reeling toward the mob, lurching and leaning against the walls to balance himself, he continued, "Mobbin' a nice girl like that; that's just wrong, No, that's just crimina—"Several shots pierced the night, originating from a mobster's hobo stopped, and just sort of stared off into space. He tried taking another shaky step forward, but couldn't. He coughed a sickly cough, bringing up blood.
"Heh, that's what you get for try'n to be the hero, stupid homeless whelp!" The shooter walked up to him and kicked him in the stomach, drawing another bloody cough. The hobo's strength seemed to leave him as he stumbled back and hit the wall. From there, he sank down to his knees and then fell on his face, blood pooling around his body.
"Ah, hobos. Always drunk. They're really quite useless." The leader quipped. Turning to Misty he said, "Don't look so mortified, dear. He had no use in society. Just think, we saved the poor soul from starving to death. Isn't this a more humane way to put him out of his misery?" He said, cracking an evil smile.
"SHUT UP, YOU MONSTER! What kind of sick people are you?!" Misty screamed.
"The kind that gets paid by the hour." The leader said, "And we've already spent two hours playing this little game, so I suppose that I really must thank you for making us all richer. But now, to business." The leader began advancing on Misty again with a killer gleam in his eye. "Oh I'm going to enjoy this…" he said. Edging closer he began to reach down to his belt for his gun, but stopped when he heard the hobo's weakened voice.
"You…this isn't…right what you're doin'… this is evil!"
"Oh, my Golem! How many Finneon times must we kill you?" The leader walked through the grunts toward the facedown hobo, stooping down by his ear. "Look. We don't care what you say, or what you do, because now, there will be no doubt that you're dead!" With that he took out a knife and stabbed the hobo through the heart. The hobo gave one last jolt of motion and was still. The mobster stood up and kicked the hobo, saying, "There's a gift for the afterlife!" The grunts, seeing this final indignity as a way to earn more money by taking longer, joined in. Misty, forgotten for the moment, covered her eyes and sobbed uncontrollably over this cruelty, and also cried in realization that this was going to be her fate also. Suddenly, a hand covered her mouth and a young male voice whispered in her ear,
"Be quiet if you want to get out of this alive." She nodded, not knowing if this was friend or foe, but grateful for the distraction against the cruel spectacle in front of her eyes. "Alrighty," whispered the voice, "Here we go!" Arms came around from behind her and hooked under hers. She felt herself being lifted off the ground up in the air and only seconds later, felt her feet touch the rooftop.
"Hey, are you ok?" a female voice said, "You look pretty shaken up!"
"I-I-I am! I just witnessed a murder! And the same thing is going to happen to me!" Misty said, curling up into a fetal position.
"Oh, great. She's in shock. Watch her, Kenji. I've gotta go help Lucian. Even he has his limits!" The girl stepped off the roof and dropped the thirty feet to the ground, landing silently behind the mob, where Misty had formerly been.
"N-no!" Misty said, "She'll get killed! She'll die! Stop her!"
"Misty, listen." The boy put his hand on her shoulder to calm her down, and said, "I know that you're worried for Kyla's sake, but for you to be truly safe you've got to be quiet."
"O-ok…" Misty said, calming down a little and wiping the tears out of her eyes. "W-who are you?
"I suppose it would be proper to introduce myself. I'm Kenjiro, but you can call me Kenji." The boy said, smiling.
"Alright, Kenji, why are you here?"
"Hmmm…just wait. I think my brother should answer that. Niisan loves to monologue. Just watch Kyla and Lucian go to work." Kenji motioned, pointing down to the girl—Kyla— sneaking up on the mob. Misty followed his hand to where he was pointing, curious to see what would happen.
"Heh, now he's dead for sure! Now, my dear, time to— What!?" The mob leader had turned to face the place Misty had been only moments before to find that a completely different girl was standing where his target had been only a moment before. "Where did she go? Who are you?"
The girl flashed a smile at him and yawned nonchalantly. "Oh just your average girl taking a would-be victim from a murderer. No one of consequence really…" She said, shrugging her shoulders.
"Well, whoever you are, you've interfered with my business. I'm going to have to kill you like I killed that stupid hobo over there." The leader said, angrily.
"Oh, then I have nothing to worry about." The girl said offhandedly.
"And what do you mean by that?" The leader questioned snidely.
"She means you did a suckish job of killing me." The mob jumped and turned around quickly to see the hobo, who should have been dead on the ground spewing blood, standing up with an amused expression on his face.
"W-w-what are you two?" the leader said, visibly shaken.
The hobo spoke, taking off his dingy, blood-stained coat to reveal a pure white t-shirt underneath.
"Heh. We're the Immortal Guardians of Kotoenoh; and we're here to kick your butts."
So! The hobo was a fake!!! Guess what! Next chapter will feature serious butt-kicking, so please storymark me! And yes, I do not believe in swearing, so I substituted a few things. Hope you don't mind! Please Read and review, and thanks again to Kasumi-chan!
