((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...
