Chapter 3. Thief Boy
Adrenaline was constantly running through my body as the fight-or-flight response kicked in. I started banging myself at whatever part of his body I could hit. Arms flying, legs kicking; I was going crazy just to get his hands off of my arms. I shouted for help and screamed so loud my voice rang inside my head. I couldn't see him; he was dragging me backwards. Finally he let go, throwing me against the ally wall. We were far from the entrance, just so far.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!!" I screamed as I stood up. I could only see patches of light on his face…that's how dark it was. Dusk was arriving.
"WILL YOU JUST KEEP QUIET!?!" The boy shouted. His voice was young and full of anger. It was both frightening and desperate; I couldn't help but do as he said.
The boy let out a moan-like breath, and slowly sat across from me against the other wall. This made it seem like the ally wasn't really wide, since his long legs could easily brush the opposite wall when he stretched them.
"Murkrow," he murmured and looked over at the bird pokemon that I was chasing. Murkrow, which either was the pokemon's name or the pokemon itself, jumped little steps off to the boy and handed him the brown bag. The scent of warm bread came swarming out of the bag as the boy opened it; it reminded me of how hungry I really was. So tormenting…
The boy began ripping the bread apart, into large nice pieces, and then he let out a loud whistle. Some clattering sounds came after from the wall, and out of a hole in the wall came two pretty large pokemon, which I automatically know one was either a Quilava or Typhlosion, and a brown, ferret-like pokemon. Just as I thought, the boy called over his pokemon to share the bread with them.
"Some light please, Quilava," the boy stated quietly and like that burning flames were coming out of the Quilava's uniquely built holes on it's head and back. I could clearly see now how dirty the ally was, and what this mystery man looked like.
The boy looked a little younger than I guessed; around sixteen to seventeen. He had bushy, messy brown hair that seemed really dark due to his living conditions, and dull, pale green eyes that seemed to have loss it's glare. He was very underweight, and his clothes were … not the best. Torn up and worn down. That explained him the best.
I watched him closely, both scared and in question. He too looked at me in his awkward fashion; with his head back against the wall and looking at me with his lifeless green eyes. The moving shadows from Quilava's light casted shadows on his face, making him seem so terrifying to me.
The boy stopped staring and continued to rip his bread and feed his pokemon. I didn't even dare to make a sound. I just watched his Murkrow on his shoulder, his brown, ferret thing curled on his lap, and his Quilava's fire light.
Grrrrrrrrrrrrr………
Guess my body is demanding some attention.
Everyone froze and turned to look at me. I tried not to do anything much, but my stomach couldn't stop growling.
With out a word, the boy sat up, crawled up to me, and gave me his unbitten loaf of bread.
"No thanks. I'm not that hungry," I lied.
"Just eat it," the boy said for the first time in what seemed like a long time. His voice seemed so much more different to before; much more clam and in control.
"I can't--"
"Just eat it," he demanded once more.
"Look I'm not hungry so you can just take it and I'll go now," I requested before handing back the bread. He didn't take it, though.
"You're such a bad liar."
"Excuse me?"
"You want the bread but you're scared of what I'll think of you."
"No I'm…not."
The boy gave a small chuckle and petted his Murkrow.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"K-Kira," I answered, both stunned and confused.
"Nice name," the boy said and laughed, "Call me Yoshi."
Yoshi? Yoshi?! He kidnapped me and asked me to call him Yoshi? That's just wrong. I have places to go, you know… YOSHI!
"Look, dude, I got somewhere to go, and I have to be there now," I quickly said, ready to stand up.
"You're not going, are you?" he asked. He stood up next to me as I got up to leave.
"Yes, I am leaving, so goodbye--"
"What's the rush?" Yoshi laughed. His personality change was really creeping me out.
"I need to go to the Pokemon School."
With those words, Yoshi's laughing expression turned to a frown.
"Did he steal your pokemon, too?"
Steal? Steal? Pokemon School? Steal? How did those two go together?
"What are you talking about?" I asked
"Don't you know? There's a thief boy around here stealing pokemon. He got me too," Yoshi replied, a little pissed off at the moment.
"He stole your pokemon?"
"Yeah, my precious one too."
"What was it?"
"Look kid, never mind," Yoshi finally stated. He paused for a moment, then asked, "What pokemon you got on you right now?"
A little freaked, I answered him a tiny little, "None."
That really must've turned him on, because he was laughing his head off like there was no tomorrow.
"Oh my, and I quickly locked your arms so you wouldn't pull out a poke ball and get me into a fight!!" Yoshi laughed and banged his hands on the ally wall, "You've got guts chasing a pokemon when you don't have a pokemon to battle it with!"
"Yeah yeah, har har. Enough with the laughter," I said sarcastically and made my way passed him, "I still got places to go."
"What? You're enrolling at that school?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact."
"Well good luck getting through life at that place. It's horrible. I've been there and I ain't goin' back so soon," Yoshi said and reached down to pick up what seemed to be poke balls, "But I guess I am."
"Whaaa?"
"Come one, kid. You're gonna need some new pokemon."
Thanks for reading! Sorry if it took me a while to post it i'm very busy with school since 3rd quarter is almost finished.
Chapter 4 will be in by the end of the month.
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