Lives in hand
This story's inspiration draws from a particular picture by KXFlyer. For specifics:
http://agnph.com/gallery/displayimage.php?pos=-10649
Disclaimer: What's mine is mine and what's not mine is not mine... However, for the most part, the only character that isn't mine is Reila.
Thunder cracked in the sky above the night-enclosed city - a sign that it was getting ready to rain. Reila ducked into various alleyways, looking for shelter from the promised rain, only to get chased out by occupants that had already taken residence. After being chased out of the fifth alley that night, Reila was about ready to give up, but decided to just try once more. She wandered around almost aimlessly, trying to find a place of shelter from the downpour.
Reila, in her wanderings of shelter-search, spotted a promising path across the road from the park. She glanced in, giving the place a decent scouting. Several garbage cans spotted the path, as well as a large dumpster off to one side - the lid could probably be used for a makeshift roof; the best part that the path looked barren of any life that wanted her gone.
She took a few cautious steps forward, and breathed a sign of relief - this would make a good abode for the night, it seemed. She took another step forward, and her foot hit an aluminum can. The sound it made as it tumbled over echoed throughout the space. Reila cringed from the sudden noise, but relaxed soon afterwards.
"Ah, now what do we have here?"
The entry of someone else startled Reila rather badly - every hair she had stood on end. She turned to see who was speaking, and she actually saw two other Pokemon, each who towered over her and, from the current lighting, looked extremely menacing.
"Looks like a common harlot, if you ask me. What would you say, boss?" the other of the two said. Reila tightened the grip on the thin cloak she held about herself at the statement.
"I think you might be right," a voice said from behind her. Reila spun around and found a Persian at the other exit of the alleyway. "Never thought one would be found so easily. And lucky lucky, I'm in the mood for one."
Reila gasped, and took a few involuntary steps backwards. The Persian advanced on her, grinning menacingly and popping a few joints. Reila tried to escape past the leader, but was caught as the giant seized her tail. Reila screamed from the sudden sensation of pain this caused.
"Ah, ah, ah... I don't think I want you running away on me, now..." the leader said, waving a finger with his free hand. Reila, with her amazing flexibility, tried to land a kick on the face of her assailant to get him to let go. The kick landed, and it appeared to do damage. Reila also felt it, as instead of the leader letting go, his grip tightened on her tail.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" was what the boss yelled before he pulled on her tail to draw her closer to him, grabbed her throat, and was slammed against one of the walls. "Ion, Min, play guard duty for a bit - one on one side, one on the other. I'm gonna be having a LOT of fun here."
Reila dropped the cloak that covered her, revealing her body. Her hands had instead gone to try to loosen the grip the Persian had at her throat. Her next sensation was a fist to the face that sent her facing to the left with no option. This was closely followed by another punch from the same hand, just from the opposing direction. When her head wasn't being pummeled, the leader had instead attacked her torso, causing a sickening crack around her ribs and a lot of pain there. Two minutes of this exercise, and Reila was thrown on the ground, barely conscious and on her stomach.
"Now, you little ho, are going to take this without question," the leader said. Reila could feel the Persian's member against her mound, even in her barely conscious state. She wanted to scream, she wanted to push him away, she wanted to just get away - but after that battery she received earlier, she barely had the strength to stay conscious. After those thoughts went through her mind, all she wanted to do was cry. She felt as if she was going to die here, basically now
"VERTEX!"
The cry that emanated from the park-side edge of the alleyway was soon followed by Min - or maybe Ion, the difference was hard to tell - flying across the entrance to the alleyway. This flustered the boss, and he stood up and fixed his clothes, forgetting about his prey for the time being. A youngish looking boy armed with a bo staff ran into the alley, made a quick assessment, and charged the lumbering Persian.
That really wasn't one of the boy's best ideas. This is confirmed when he got punched in the face really hard before he could finish swinging his weapon. The boy stumbled back, his nose now running blood. Trying another tactic, he charged again. This time, however, he ducked under the second punch the brute sent his way, and tried for a sweeping attack - it may have worked if the bo staff didn't get caught on the massive weight that is the dumpster. This opening was all the giant figure needed to catch the boy by the neck, pick him up, and start figuratively tearing him up. Deep gashes were placed all over his back, several scratches graced his face, and his stomach became a new punching dummy.
If there's one thing to say, though, this boy's endurance was godly. After receiving seven attacks on his back, three on his face, two to his body, another four scratches to his face, and a hard punch to the back again, the boy still had the strength to move. Not only that, but swing his bo staff-
"DESIRE!" *Crack!*
-with enough force to break the aggressor's arm. The boy was dropped to the ground, where he sputtered a bit for air, while the boss howled in pain and rage. The boy jumped back, took a stance, and inhaled.
"Hey, scaredy-cat, want a piece of this?" the boy taunted. He managed a smile, and braced himself. The boss acted just as the boy wanted him to - he charged right at the boy, fist of his good arm pulled back. Just as he was about to strike...
"FIRE!"
...The boy struck forward with his staff, hitting the leader square in the chest. A cracking noise ensued, followed by more thrusts and more cracking. Seven in the chest, twice in each shoulder, twice in each leg, and the final move sent him skywards with a swing to the jaw. The boy prepared his final attack as the boss came back down-
"DESIRE!" *CRACK!*
-and landed a swing right at the leaders spine, making an easily audible snap as several bones of the spinal column were turned to dust. The boss landed on the ground with a thud, not moving at all.
The boy had, against all odds of size and brute strength, won. He turned to face his opponent...
...And promptly fell to one knee, coughing up a small pool of blood. Acting as swiftly as he could, he gathered up the tattered cloak, and the one that had summoned him there in the first place. Reila, who was drifting in and out of conciousness, finally fell out of the waking world to a comatose state.
Setting the Meowth over his shoulder, gritting his teeth, and using his staff as a walking stick, he began the painful march to someplace where he knew he could get help - or, at the very least, taken to help.
http://agnph.com/gallery/displayimage.php?pos=-10649
Disclaimer: What's mine is mine and what's not mine is not mine... However, for the most part, the only character that isn't mine is Reila.
Thunder cracked in the sky above the night-enclosed city - a sign that it was getting ready to rain. Reila ducked into various alleyways, looking for shelter from the promised rain, only to get chased out by occupants that had already taken residence. After being chased out of the fifth alley that night, Reila was about ready to give up, but decided to just try once more. She wandered around almost aimlessly, trying to find a place of shelter from the downpour.
Reila, in her wanderings of shelter-search, spotted a promising path across the road from the park. She glanced in, giving the place a decent scouting. Several garbage cans spotted the path, as well as a large dumpster off to one side - the lid could probably be used for a makeshift roof; the best part that the path looked barren of any life that wanted her gone.
She took a few cautious steps forward, and breathed a sign of relief - this would make a good abode for the night, it seemed. She took another step forward, and her foot hit an aluminum can. The sound it made as it tumbled over echoed throughout the space. Reila cringed from the sudden noise, but relaxed soon afterwards.
"Ah, now what do we have here?"
The entry of someone else startled Reila rather badly - every hair she had stood on end. She turned to see who was speaking, and she actually saw two other Pokemon, each who towered over her and, from the current lighting, looked extremely menacing.
"Looks like a common harlot, if you ask me. What would you say, boss?" the other of the two said. Reila tightened the grip on the thin cloak she held about herself at the statement.
"I think you might be right," a voice said from behind her. Reila spun around and found a Persian at the other exit of the alleyway. "Never thought one would be found so easily. And lucky lucky, I'm in the mood for one."
Reila gasped, and took a few involuntary steps backwards. The Persian advanced on her, grinning menacingly and popping a few joints. Reila tried to escape past the leader, but was caught as the giant seized her tail. Reila screamed from the sudden sensation of pain this caused.
"Ah, ah, ah... I don't think I want you running away on me, now..." the leader said, waving a finger with his free hand. Reila, with her amazing flexibility, tried to land a kick on the face of her assailant to get him to let go. The kick landed, and it appeared to do damage. Reila also felt it, as instead of the leader letting go, his grip tightened on her tail.
"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" was what the boss yelled before he pulled on her tail to draw her closer to him, grabbed her throat, and was slammed against one of the walls. "Ion, Min, play guard duty for a bit - one on one side, one on the other. I'm gonna be having a LOT of fun here."
Reila dropped the cloak that covered her, revealing her body. Her hands had instead gone to try to loosen the grip the Persian had at her throat. Her next sensation was a fist to the face that sent her facing to the left with no option. This was closely followed by another punch from the same hand, just from the opposing direction. When her head wasn't being pummeled, the leader had instead attacked her torso, causing a sickening crack around her ribs and a lot of pain there. Two minutes of this exercise, and Reila was thrown on the ground, barely conscious and on her stomach.
"Now, you little ho, are going to take this without question," the leader said. Reila could feel the Persian's member against her mound, even in her barely conscious state. She wanted to scream, she wanted to push him away, she wanted to just get away - but after that battery she received earlier, she barely had the strength to stay conscious. After those thoughts went through her mind, all she wanted to do was cry. She felt as if she was going to die here, basically now
"VERTEX!"
The cry that emanated from the park-side edge of the alleyway was soon followed by Min - or maybe Ion, the difference was hard to tell - flying across the entrance to the alleyway. This flustered the boss, and he stood up and fixed his clothes, forgetting about his prey for the time being. A youngish looking boy armed with a bo staff ran into the alley, made a quick assessment, and charged the lumbering Persian.
That really wasn't one of the boy's best ideas. This is confirmed when he got punched in the face really hard before he could finish swinging his weapon. The boy stumbled back, his nose now running blood. Trying another tactic, he charged again. This time, however, he ducked under the second punch the brute sent his way, and tried for a sweeping attack - it may have worked if the bo staff didn't get caught on the massive weight that is the dumpster. This opening was all the giant figure needed to catch the boy by the neck, pick him up, and start figuratively tearing him up. Deep gashes were placed all over his back, several scratches graced his face, and his stomach became a new punching dummy.
If there's one thing to say, though, this boy's endurance was godly. After receiving seven attacks on his back, three on his face, two to his body, another four scratches to his face, and a hard punch to the back again, the boy still had the strength to move. Not only that, but swing his bo staff-
"DESIRE!" *Crack!*
-with enough force to break the aggressor's arm. The boy was dropped to the ground, where he sputtered a bit for air, while the boss howled in pain and rage. The boy jumped back, took a stance, and inhaled.
"Hey, scaredy-cat, want a piece of this?" the boy taunted. He managed a smile, and braced himself. The boss acted just as the boy wanted him to - he charged right at the boy, fist of his good arm pulled back. Just as he was about to strike...
"FIRE!"
...The boy struck forward with his staff, hitting the leader square in the chest. A cracking noise ensued, followed by more thrusts and more cracking. Seven in the chest, twice in each shoulder, twice in each leg, and the final move sent him skywards with a swing to the jaw. The boy prepared his final attack as the boss came back down-
"DESIRE!" *CRACK!*
-and landed a swing right at the leaders spine, making an easily audible snap as several bones of the spinal column were turned to dust. The boss landed on the ground with a thud, not moving at all.
The boy had, against all odds of size and brute strength, won. He turned to face his opponent...
...And promptly fell to one knee, coughing up a small pool of blood. Acting as swiftly as he could, he gathered up the tattered cloak, and the one that had summoned him there in the first place. Reila, who was drifting in and out of conciousness, finally fell out of the waking world to a comatose state.
Setting the Meowth over his shoulder, gritting his teeth, and using his staff as a walking stick, he began the painful march to someplace where he knew he could get help - or, at the very least, taken to help.