Author's note: The city will be left generic to avoid geographic inconsistencies.
Ch. 2
Somewhere in a home that was bored into a tree a Leprechaun woke up, noticing that something was missing. "WHERE'S ME GOLD!"
The Irish creature grumbled, getting up. "Whoever stole me gold, will soon be naught more than mold." He closed his eyes, feeling his gold calling to him. While he couldn't place an exact location, he could find a general one. In this case, it happened to be in the southern part of an American city. "A man in that city is going to find tomorrow quite shitty." While anger was the thing that clouded his mind to its largest extent, a little confusion made its way through. How did whatever worthless lout did this get from here to there so fast? Distance was irrelevant to him, since he could simply teleport there, but he wasn't aware of any humans able to perform such a feat. Could it be another of me kind? Thievery between Leprechauns wasn't unheard of. In fact, in the olden days it was a way of showing supremacy. But the last time this had ever occurred was at least 200 years ago (he couldn't remember the exact date), and Leprechaun, as he unimaginatively called himself, wasn't even sure if any of the others were still around. Of course, there may be more than just Leprechauns and humans. After all, he was a leprechaun, how ridiculous would it be for a fairy or mermaid or genie or something to exist? Sittin' here en' thinking about it won't solve the puzzle. Nay, me must go to the city. With that, he vanished, popping up inside of some sort of Oriental restaurant.
He expected screaming at his sudden appearance, which came. "Demon! Demon! You go away! You go away!" an old woman screamed, while sprinkling some sort of liquid on him. The other workers, normally more scientifically minded than the screaming elder, ran away from the tricky blighter, dropping pots, pans, and hot soup everywhere as they did. "What is going on!" the manager yelled, running into the kitchen. While he was shocked to see the oddly-dressed short man standing in the middle, he did not fear him the way the others did. "Get back here, you idiots! This weirdo won't stop you! And I would rather take a knife to the stomach than stop now!"
"Okay, me laddy. Ye wished for a knife through the stomach, and what kind of person would me be to deny such a wish," a strong Irish accent proclaimed. The reader can assume what happened next. The rest of the staff had left, for obvious reasons, excluding the old woman, who was now shrieking in her native language. "Wass that, lassy? I don understand ye." Leprechaun laughed, simultaneously teleporting in front of her, forcing the small idol she held for protection out of her hand, and bashing her head in with it. I luvvit when they rely on those things. Though it does take out the fun of the chase. He left. Although the decorations were colored like gold, his gold was nowhere in the restaurant.
The tables were empty. Apparently, the place had been evacuated. This would have been fine, except for the police cars that had pulled up. Great, I really don't need this. Rather than face them, he teleported to where they couldn't see him, with the intention of continuing his search. The filthy lad or lass will never see me comin'. He grinned. Whoever's helpin' 'im will suffer as well. He didn't fully realize the enemy he was to face at this point.