((Cyberutopia))

The little boy ran as fast as his stubby legs would carry him down the damp alley. Behind him he heard the eerie chanting.

"Al...akazam! Al...akazam! Hypno, Hypno. Al..akazam! Al...akazam!"

The little boy screamed again, and a drunkard in the alley stirred, yellow bloodshot eyes peering from under bunches of rags and debris in irritation. The boy noticed the hobo too late, and tripped over his impassively outstretched leg. The child looked behind him, blood streaming from his nose and dripping into his half-opened mouth. Something jumped ontop of him, pinning him to the ground and driving something blunt and steely into his throat. The child tried to scream one last time, but it came out as only a blood-choked gurgle as the coppery liquid filled his lungs and spurted from the wound.

The pudgy little boy was found the next day, a blood-encrusted spoon jutting from his throat. He had only wanted to pet the pretty Pokémon...