Chapter 4
?'s POV
I chuckled at the expression on the little Scraggy's face, he fled into his home terrified. I felt a presence and I looked towards it, to my horror Kyat was standing right there looking directly at me. By Arceus I was a fool. I should have concentrated on this one more. I shut my eyes and blindly fled. I honestly didn't know everything about his abilities or weaknesses. Hoping he would ignore me I ran deeper into the bushes, but I knew this would not be the case. He immediately took chase.
The bushes were sparse my chances were slimming by every step. I ran as fast as I could though the path I ran was undetermined; zigzagging to and fro, here and there, trying to go in the more thicker patches. Unfortunately Kyat was known to have an intelligence rivaled only, by his speed and agility. I tried to use some moves to confuse him, but I wasn't concentrating. I knew there was no possible way I could outrun him, but I could try.
There was a lot more dense foliage over by a small opening between two trees. I decided to take the risk. In a moment of daring I tried to leap over the clearing. Unfortunately a Joltik had made a near invisible web right where I was jumping, so I crashed into it. The Joltik, frightened and a bit tangle in it's own web, electrified the piece of web it was on, and since some strands of web were still connected to the original design, I got electrocuted. Ergo, because of my bad luck, I was paralyzed. Lady luck really was not on my side today because Kyat had finally caught up to me, only to be greeted by my prone form upon the ground.
"Who are you," Kyat started to state, in his (or so I've been told) normal no-nonsense manner, "and what," he looked me over, "are you doing?" He was mocking me, darn. I couldn't talk back because I had just been paralyzed, so I had to endure this. Kyat sighed and, avoiding most of the web strands, picked me up (a small squeak was heard Kyat give me a look, I glared right back in denial, he scoffed.) in a tight hold to make sure I wouldn't escape... sadly I couldn't even if I tried. Then we, or rather he, walked through the foliage back to his base. He walked in such a manner to suggest that he was in no hurry.
"You are a physic pokémon," Kyat said in a matter-ó-fact tone, "have you been messing with Boss as of late?" He said with this with a tone that promised punishment if I told a lie or the truth. Half way to Kyat's base the paralysis should have worn off by then, but he knew that so he tightened his hold on me aggressively. Sadly for some mysterious reason I was still paralyzed though it wasn't as strong.
"You don't half to be so mean ya know," I said irritated at the awkward holding.
"Answer my questions," He replied curtly, and might I add ignoring me completely; the nerves, of this damn Scrafty. I was about to give a smart comeback, but he, again, tightened his hold on me. Realizing I had no choice, I answered him.
"My name is Barry I'm a Beheeyam. When we first 'truly' met I was busy being paralyzed, and yes I have been messing with that particular scrafty As. Of. Late." I displayed my anger by punctuating the last few words, but apparently that was not the correct path of action because he squeezed me, well my head really, hard enough to give me a headache. I knew it was hard enough for a headache because well, sadly, it gave me a headache.
I was very unhappy about this, so I decided to express my unhappiness in the form of rebellion. To do this I tried wiggling, for it was the only thing I could really do at the moment. Wiggling was, surprisingly ineffective (insert dripping sarcasm here). Kyat simply flipped me so I was upside down (another squeak was heard), and tightly held unto my head. This had no positive effects for my headache. Regretfully I submitted, but resorted to calling Kyat as many bad names I could think of, in my mind.
We finally arrived at Kyat's base, and I wondered briefly why Kyat wasn't asking any more questions. This thought was replaced and forgotten by another. What was he planning to do to me? I could do nothing to him, for he had found my weakness. I couldn't concentrate when I had a headache. We started heading toward a small house located closer to the rather large oak tree then all the other houses. We went inside.
Without hesitation he tied me up, in such a way that there was no possible chance of escape, then tied me to the wall, finally he put a very small elastic headband on my head. It was just tight enough to give me an eternal headache without doing permanent damage. Damn he was good. I struggled in vain knowing the ropes wouldn't give in. A yawn interrupted my struggles. I looked towards Kyat, and saw that he looked dead tired. 'So that's why he was going so slow' I thought. Hmm... maybe I could use this to my advantage. Right when I was about to *speak he taped my mouth. That JERK. I couldn't do any telepathy so right now I was completely speechless, grrr.
Kyat went towards a small table. It had berries and herbs organized on a shelf made especially for the table. He took a few berries and herbs and started to mix them. I looked around the room it didn't seem to give a very overall lived in feel, but the bed looked loved. I looked down bored and to my surprised I saw a Joltik untying it self from webbing (webbing that was still attached to me) so that's what was squeaking I reminisced. When it was done it trotted over to the bed, climbed on it, crawled over to the window and started to make another web. Well I hope that Joltik shocks Kyat in his sleep.
Speaking of Kyat he seemed satisfied with his concoction he took out a strange jar and carefully pulled out a rotten persim berry. I struggled anew. A persim berry eliminates confusion, but a rotten persim berry does the opposite, it gives and enhances confusion. He also took out a rotten Chesto berry, which would make me fall asleep. He mixed it all very thoroughly. Then set it down. He took a thin piece of wood then started to write on it. When he was done with it he showed it to me with a smirk.
THIS IS AN ENEMY DO NOT
UNTIE HIM OR TOUCH HIM
WHATEVER HE SAYS IS A LIE
"This," Kyat spoke as if he was speaking to a small child, "is if you try to sway my soldiers to untie you in the mourning. So don't even think about it," he finished, then yawned again while hanging the sign close to my head. He went back to his table and took his creation, and a large thick cloth, then walked back to me.
"One more thing," He said motioning to his bed, "if you even think about waking me up in the mourning, I will put a rope around your head so tight it I promise, it will cause brain damage." Kyat looked completely serious on this threat so I nodded my ailing head to show I understood. I guess he isn't a mourning person. Kyat raised a brow at the quick agreement, but said nothing and continued.
He poured the herb and berry goop in the center of the thick cloth. He then grasped all the corners, made them meet then twisted it all to prevent spillage, the cloth already damping. Kyat ripped the tape from my mouth then, with lightning fast reflexes, shoved the bundle directly in my mouth and over my nose.
I prevented my self from breathing, not wanting to inhale any of the concoction, but Kyat slowly squeezed the bundle making its contents slowly spill into my mouth. I still held my breath but it was no use his goop was already working on my senses. I started to get dizzy, and sleepy, unable to hold my breath in any longer, I took a large gasp of air through my nose. My senses simply could not compete with this dosage of berries. After about two seconds of the strange torture I fainted.
Kyat's POV
'Finally' I thought looking at the fainted Beheeyam, 'he passed out' I sighed in relief but kept the bundle on his face. I needed him to eat all of it, but I had to do it slowly so the effect of the berries could work properly. After a minute or two he finally finished. I yawned again, then put all of my berry equipment away. I half -heartedly chuckled at the irony; berries took down Barry. I went on my bed finally able to rest after all this ruckus. I yawned, looked at the spy again, and then fell asleep.
Narrator POV
The Krookodile and Darmanitan ran as fast as they could to get to base. The Darmanitan whose name was Geros, looked over to the Krookodile,
"*Dani, I thought you were a girl?" Geros questioned.
"I am," Dani, answered, "I just didn't want to appear helpless." She stated. Feeling self conscious about her gender. Geros sighed as if disappointed at her weakness.
"Anyway," Dani changed the subject, "why were you being so mean to me," She questioned a bit irritated.
"I was nervous," Geros admitted meekly, "I was trying to sound confidant, but I guess I was pretty mean... sorry," Geros apologized genuinely.
"It doesn't matter now," Dani sighed, then smiled at Geros in forgiveness, "just focus on how, or what we are going to tell our lord about how we were beaten, and tied up like amateurs. By an unknown pokémon too!" Dani quickly stated, wanting to change the subject. She then winced slightly at the prospect of telling her lord that they were swiftly, and easily taken down by a mystery pokémon.
"About that," Geros interrupted her thoughts, "I'm pretty sure it was the rival gang's Co-Captain Kyat..." Dani thought for a moment.
"Isn't he always around his 'Boss'..." Dani replied.
"So that's why the Co-Captain wasn't with him when that boss character came to our base," Geros stated. Then suddenly a thought came to mind.
"On a random note, what do you think will happen to Barry if he gets captured?" Geros said.
"Then they will force him to speak, and all our plans could go to ruin. He isn't serious enough to keep a secret," Dani said without emotion.
"Oh," Geros replied not knowing what to say to that, "hmm do you think our lord will punish us severely for running away?" he questioned.
"Will he remember why he sent us here in the first place is the bigger question," Dani looked at Geros, "he has the worst short term memory lost a pokémon could have."
"True," Geros agreed.
Notes –
* We will pretend that his mouth is visible and easy to find, if he even has a mouth.
Dani is pronounced (Dan-I) the 'I' is pronounced as if you were saying the letter itself.
The rival gang leader is a bit wacky, and unpredictable, so some of his wackiness rubs off on his subjects.
