Chapter #7

I had one of the people in the crowd pinning me to the ground. I was on my back and he sat on my chest, with his knees holding my arms down. If you don't think that hurts, you're crazy. I couldn't move and my heart rate went straight up when he flipped open a switchblade. All I could think to myself was "I'm in deep shit" No kidding, I was! I could just imagine what I was going to look like when they were through with us. Of course, there was a chance we wouldn't make it out alive.

Carol was backed to the end of a dark alley and a crowd of people blocked her way out. I was more scared for her than myself. Meanwhile, it took three males to hold Andy down, and even then she was putting up a good fight. She threw a few good punches to their faces and guts, knocking them down. She was also able to trip them over with kicks to their legs. Finally, one of the three males got ahold of a chain, which was tossed to him from the huge crowd. He used it against her and finally got her down. Victoria wasn't fighting back at all. She tried to talk to the huge crowd, but they wouldn't listen. Her attempts failed completely, as one of the people with a baseball bat hit her hard in the ribs. I knew a blow like that could break bones, I looked away from her, not wanting to see the tears in her eyes as the crowd began to kick at her while she was down.

We were all helpless, if someone would try to help us, they would be accused of being Rukonians and would also get beaten. No one wanted to take the chance, so no one spoke up to try to stop the fighting. I could hear Carol trying and pleading to be left alone—her cries nearly brought tears to my own eyes. Meanwhile, Andy went on and on cussing at the males and spitting at them.

With a grin, the male held the sharp switchblade to my neck. I was shaking in fear, but I forced myself to stop, or I'd shake enough to cut a slit in my neck. His cold gray eyes scared me—more than my father. I didn't know where he was, but I could hear him shouting loudly "Down with Rukonians!" Why did these people hate us so much? Did they even know why? People aren't born with hate, they learn it. By watching their parents' hate and rage, they learn it. Or atleast that was what I thought.

There wasn't anything for me to do. No matter what I did, I'd end up the same way, so I decided to take chances. Just as the male pressed the sharp switchblade against my neck, I started to cuss at him between gasps and struggle to get him off of me. He moved the blade away, but I got slugged right in the face—not the greatest experience in the world, I'll tell ya that.

The male slugged me again, "Bitch!" He cursed.

I turned away, away from his angry glare. My cheek was throbbing in pain from being slugged, and I was literally dying in pain with him holding me down the way he was. It seemed obvious to me he was from one of the gangs that hung around the city. I could tell because of the grease in his black hair, and the cuts on his face and arms. He seemed to know how to restrain a person and to get them real scared. Without a doubt, he was from a gang.

It all reminded me of the book I had read in school, "The Outsiders"; it was from the author that wrote the book Andy wanted me to read. It had gangs and a lot of fighting in it too. The description was awesome, and you could really imagine being in the same situation as the character describing it. I wondered if the author had ever been in a fight, because most of what she described was right on. Such as being kicked in the head.

One of the people in the large rioting crowd went nuts and kicked my head straight on. For a moment, I laid there, totally dazed as everything around me began to spin around uncontrollably. I went totally limp and I struggled to keep things from blacking out on me. Fortunately, things went back together after a few seconds, only to hear the two males laughing like lunatics. I could smell the male's breath, it reeked of alcohol—he was drunk.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, was the unmistakable sound of a gun being fired. Everyone paused and looked behind them. I was shocked to see who it was—Mason. He was standing on a Dumpster with a pistol in his hand, aiming it at the sky. There was someone else standing beside him, he also had a pistol in hand. He had short brown hair, parted to the side with a long strand of his bangs infront of his chestnut-brown eyes. He was wearing a white T-shirt and baggy jeans. He had a good build; you could see his biceps through his shirt.

"GET AWAY FROM THEM!" Mason shouted out loud as he aimed his pistol at the huge crowd. Everyone panicked and ran for their lives. "NOW!" I was still a bit effected by the kick to my head, so I was hardly able to tell who was shouting and what was happening.

The male that had me pinned slugged me one more time at the side of my head, causing me to get dizzy again. He grinned and got off of me--which was a huge relief—and ran off, following the huge crowd. I could hear Police sirens in the background.

I rolled onto my stomach, resting my forehead on my arm, trying to catch my breath. I had the wind knocked straight out of me, and I felt like I was going to pass out. I lifted my head slightly to see Mason and the other male he was with jump off the Dumpster and run over to us. Mason went for Victoria and helped her to get onto her feet, but she held her ribs in pain. They were broke for sure. Meanwhile, the other male ran over to the alley where Carol was cornered. When he walked out a few seconds later, he held her in his arms. She had bruises on her arms and legs and seemed shaken up, but she was fine.

The male put Carol down and walked over to me to see if I was okay. He put his pistol down beside me and kneeled down so his face was at the same alleviation as mine. "Are you okay? Can you get up?" He asked in a soft tone as she brushed some of the hair out of my face.

I just laid there, gasping for breath. My hands were shaking and I was scared senseless. Andy told me that it was common for that to happen after being attacked like that. I felt like I was going to burst out and bawl like I baby, but I didn't want to infront of this new guy. I didn't know who he was, and I didn't like the idea of crying infront of a stranger—I'd feel stupid and weak.

"This one's hurt bad!" He called over to Mason as he tried to help Andy, but she didn't let him help her. That was just typical of Andy—trying to be tougher than she really was. But I knew if he were someone else, Andy would except Mason's help.

Mason looked over to us and ran over. He kneeled down beside me. "Seadra?" He asked as he laid a hand on my back.

I was shaking bad. My face felt cold, it was the feeling I got whenever my face went white. This only occurred when I was really scared—and I was. I could feel the adrenaline in my body; all that energy was making me shake even more. I hopped it would stop soon.

My long bangs fell over again, covering my face. It was like having a curtain close around your face. I was a bit relieved of this. "Come on Seadra, get up." Mason said in a soft whisper as he brushed my bangs away and put them behind my ears. I didn't move—I couldn't. My mind was spinning and I felt like I was in the middle of an endless free-fall. I knew I was laying still, but my mind was telling me I was moving. "Please, say something." Mason said as his voice began to break down. Was he worried about me?

"Come on." I heard the other male say. His voice was much softer than Mason's, and a lot more comforting. I tried to get up, but my arms wouldn't move. I felt him grab onto my shoulders gingerly and try to lift me up to my feet. I tried to use my own energy to stand, but I still couldn't move and I nearly collapsed. Fortunately, the male caught me and I landed with my face buried in his chest. I blushed slightly.

"Chris," Mason started as he walked away, "get Seadra in the car and make sure she's okay. I'll get the other girls." So, Chris was the male's name. It was a very common name, but I liked it.

I was still barely unable to stand by my own. Chris let me sit down again. I was horribly dizzy; I couldn't keep balance nor keep track of the angle the ground was on. I nearly fell over, but Chris caught me again. Then, with one arm under my knees and one on my back, he lifted me up and carried me over to Mason's beat-up car. It still had the dents in it from when the herd of Taurus attacked us; Mason didn't want to spend the money to get it fixed. He opened one of the backseat doors and put me down on the far side of the soft seat. I leaned my head against the glass of the door. I wasn't dizzy anymore, but I had a pounding headache. It felt like my brain was slamming itself against my skull, trying to break straight through.

I closed my eyes, and sighed. I was aching all over. I wanted to get back home and lay in my bed with Raichu. Raichu wasn't involved with the big fight; I had called it into its pokeball so it wouldn't get injured. After being hit by a baseball bat when we hit the ground, I had to return it into its pokeball right away. I didn't want to risk Raichu getting badly hurt. I sighed again.


I think I either passed out or fell asleep, because when I opened my eyes next, I was lying in my bed with my covers draped over me. I saw Chris and Mason laughing as they played a game a poker on the floor beside my bed. I was able to lift myself up and watch as they played. They were telling each other some strange jokes that I didn't totally understand.

Chris looked back to me and with a surprised expression, smiled. "Hey! You're awake! How are you?" He asked as he put a card down from his hand.

I ran my hands through my hair, getting my long bangs out of my face and sighed. "I don't know I'm okay I guess" I laid down on my stomach so I was overlooking their game. I didn't know much about how to play poker, I forgot a long time ago when I was young. I used to play it with my mother and father using pennies. Once, I won over two dollars. Not too bad in my opinion.

Mason smiled over to me, "There's some McChickens left in that McDonald's bag on the main table." He said as he pointed over to the table with chairs around it. "Feel free to take some if you're hungry."

I nodded, but didn't feel like eating much. I was hungry, but getting up and walking over to the table felt almost like an impossible task. I could hear the TV from the other room and Carol, Andy and Victoria laughing. I wondered if they were okay. "Mason," I started, "how are the girls?" I asked.

"They're fine." Mason replied, "Victoria probably broke a couple ribs, Carol's just got some bruises and Andy's got a few cuts and some bruised ribs." He sighed and went back to his game of poker with Chris. I remembered Andy mentioning Chris once before. She said he was one of his good friends who came to visit every now and then.

It occurred to me that the other girls were fine, and I was relieved. I also realized that I wasn't as lucky as they were. None of them got kicked in the head, which was worse than being slugged repeatedly. I sighed and grabbed my pillow from beside me and laid my head onto it. I felt very tired and I closed my eyes for a while. I nearly fell asleep, but Andy walked in and slapped my back.

"I think you've slept enough now." Andy laughed as she sat down beside me and ruffled up my hair. She seemed okay, but she had bandages wrapped around her waist. There were a few bruises on her face and arms, but she seemed okay. Victoria and Carol walked in. Victoria also had bandages around her waist and her nose was bleeding a bit, she was going to be fine. Meanwhile, Carol had a few cuts on her arms and one of her eyes was swollen shut. I felt bad for her, but I didn't say anything.

The rest of the day was pretty boring. I tried to keep awake, but I was always tired and I would often drift off to sleep. Of course, Andy made sure to wake me up. Raichu was fine and I gave its cheeks a good rub to sooth it. I talked to Chris some more, and found out he was only a year older than me, but was a lot taller—atleast by one head. And I thought he was atleast 17 when I first saw him! He was a really nice guy, and he loved to play sports, which explained his good build. He didn't have many pokemon, just a Snorlax and a Pikachu.

We got along very well. He would say some of the silliest things that just got me laughing in hysterics. I explained to him how I met Mason and the others, and he told me that he lived in an apartment with a couple friends. They would train pokemon, but preferred to go out and make some money—but he didn't tell me what his job was. I thanked Chris and Mason for helping us, as did Carol and Victoria. Unfortunately, Andy didn't. Honestly, I wasn't surprised at all.

When he left, it was past 1:00am. We all hurried off to our beds and went to sleep. Since I had been tired almost all night, I was able to fall asleep with no problem. As I laid in my bed, I wondered what was going to happen when we got the Orb of Mew. We had decided to delay our plans by one day, since we were all sore from the fight. We figured one day should be enough. Well, atleast I hoped so


Our injuries were pretty minor, they healed up alot faster than we thought they would've. Good thing, eh?