Capítulo 466: LOG 26: Chase
Night time came so silently at Castelia City. I was wandering the streets to have a stroll with my Pokemon when suddenly the unexpected arrived. Someone stole my purse and dashed off to the plaza. My Pokemon and I knew we couldn't merely leave the culprit behind.
"Give me back my purse!" I told the culprit who wore what seemed to be a slim motorcycle outfit.
My feet slip outwards on the wet autumn leaves as I round the corner, the cold evening air shocking my throat and lungs as I inhale deeper, faster. With each footfall a jarring pain shoots ankle to knee, ankle to knee. Perhaps jumping that wall onto stairs wasn't so smart. My heart beats frantically, all or nothing. Fail and my whole body will pay the price, run and the damage is limited mostly to my shins and knees.
His breath came in small spurts, hot and nervous. At his sides, tanned fingers curled into sweaty fists, swinging forward as if it would make him faster. Mud smeared his sweaty face as sweat dripped from his matted hair.
"Catch me if you can!" he cried aloud, throwing himself forward with even greater abandon. His lungs and heart were pumping, but the air didn't seem to be enough as he sprinted forward, panic trembling in his exhausted limbs.
"You thief! That's mine! Salamence, Flamethrower right now!"
<Sal! Salamence!> The Pokemon fiercely spewed fire.
"Quick, deploy Zebstrika! Dodge the attack then use thunderbolt!"
<Zebristika!> He stomped his feet vigorously.
An absolute rampaging nightmare painted in the colors of black and white. His pointy needles would surely do pain to Salamence, but then, I have five Pokemon with me.
"Gardevoir, Hypnosis! Mismagius, Charge Beam!" followed by my Salamence's attack were two more heading straight to the zebra.
<Zeb! Zeb!>It dodged all attacks. According to my Pokedex, Zebstrika is one speedy Pokemon and it is quite appalling for me to see a thief having such strong Pokemon. I guess I shouldn't be looking down to them.
"Hehe! Now Flame Charge!" even more, his speed doubled as he dashed at Gardevoir. Mismagius and Salamence were able to dodge on the other hand.
"Absol, Dark Pulse! Mawile, Ice Beam!"
"Dodge again, now Flame Charge once more!" his speed was multiplied three times already. Just like before, the attacks of my Pokemon were dodged as he tried to zoom closer towards us. Once again, it aimed for my Gardevoir but this time, I'll make sure it doesn't hit.
"Double Team! Go!" She sent multiple copies of herself, surrounding Zebstrika.
"Now, Salamence, Dragon Tail!" I proceeded. From the skies she came down, hitting Zebstrika with a powerful blow from her tail.
"Mawile, confuse them with sandstorm!"
<Maw!>shrieked she, causing a whirling storm of sand that when straight to both the robber and his Pokemon. They were picked up the tornado and was thrown to the wall, hitting their backs. Ceaselessly, Absol aimed for the neck, and that's where it all ended.
"No one messes with Team Rocket." I teased, taking my purse back from the robber. The once fierce Zebstrika is now nothing but a wore who hid behind his dead trainer, begging for mercy. I ought to leave, however, the feeling of wanting to know who stole my purse came by.
I knelt and removed the robber's helmet only to see it was covered by another. However, it was more of a mask, looking dopey in so many ways. It was as if a highschooler made such mask. Once I took out the mask, I found a label that says O.E.B. My interest was even more piqued as I thought of the mask as a priced possession.
Secret this would be, only mine the mask will be. When I thought he was dead, I heard a chuckle that slowly became hysterical. I looked back, seeing he was still alive. He gave me an arrogant smile, murmuring, "She's coming for you. She's coming. You're no match for her." said the thief. It was not only his final words but as well as his final breath as Absol finished him off with another slash.
I no longer minded those words because of my long for sleep. He must be a blockhead, trying to peril me at the very last minute of his death. However, I'll have to keep my guard up. I think I have a feeling who this she is.
At last, after a night of chasing, I went back to my bedroom to rest. It was only then when I noticed everybody was asleep except for Oliver. Suspicious arose every now and then. He's constantly gone, but what can I expect? It's quite lonely to be the only man in a room of women.
Before I entered an entrancing sleep, the words seemed to bother me. Nevertheless, I was able to rest at around three in the morning, a very dreadful hour to be awake if someone were to ask me.
Not a fan of conspiracies, but still, better safe than sorry. I'm starting to regret choosing the lower bed. Why did I ever watch those kinds of videos yesterday?! Now they haunt me.
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