บท 3: The Ambush
the boy swished around the bottle of poison, before nodding.
its colour was fairly light, which meant it wasn't too strong. the poison belonging to Weedle has a faint paralysis effect which gives them an easier time eating prey
he was going to go hunting.
but he wasn't going to go blind.
with his dagger, the boy stepped outside and felt the intensive sun radiate down upon the boy, causing him to squint his eyes.
yawning, the boy went into the forest to find a few poles of wood. slim and long poles of wood are what the boy was looking for.
after identifying a tree, the boy started by cutting off all the branches and putting the leafes to the side using the dagger, the boy started to slim down the pole, making sure that the shape is right for what he was making.
the boy made the branches slightly curved, to make room for the bowstring he was going to make out of fibre.
the wooden pole had been slimmed down to a curved bow limb, with 2 indents on the upper side and the lower side of the wooden pole to make room for the bowstring.
the boy looked towards the countless fibres he had found in the jungle and sighed
he had little to no clue on how to make a bowstring out of this. he had read in a book that you need to twist the fibre tightly to make it compact and then fit it into the bowstring.
practice makes perfect.
a small worm came waddling to the boy, who had spent the last 2 hours trying to twist it, to great success. he was nearly there.
feeding the weedle the blood mist it wants, the boy slowly put the very stretched fibre into the place where the bowstring was supposed to be and threaded it, before tying it to each side's nock.
now that was done, it was time for something else.
the boy slowly went collecting large pieces of wood, before making arrows.
the fletchling will be made from leaves, the point consisting of sharpened wood, the shaft is carved wood and the nock being carved out with his dagger.
by sunset, he had a dozen arrows done, and although atrocious, it would give him a great advantage due to the only weapons available to the members of the battle royale is simple daggers that lose their glint quickly. a ranged option smothered in weedle poison would quickly dispatch a target.
the arrows could be used around 10 times each before they would fully lose their bluntness.
it was time to go hunting.
the boy slung the bow over his shoulder and put the arrows in his backpack as he crept along the forest floor.
the smell of meat and fire drew the nose of the boy as the weedle shrivelled in response to the smell of wood-burning.
taking a stance in the bush, the boy looked on at the flames
"That's... .trouble."
there were at least 10 people, socializing together, some holding spears while others holding daggers.
this was the group that was the biggest on the island so far, and it was the main threat to the boy.
they only had one Pokeball each, but they were all problematic people that had to be dealt with to survive.
"Weedle." Eli muttered, causing the worm to wiggle on his shoulder "Let's go, we are retreating."
it seemed like they wanted to take up all of the 10 spots by themselves, and that posed a threat.
creeping away, the boy found himself looking at another familiar person, the person who had the Koffing from before.
although Eli could have hit him with the bow right there, it would be hard since the boy had never touched a bow in his life, not to mention the fact that the poison and sharpness would immediately be undermined if Koffing saw the arrow and blocked it.
and as such, the boy waited. he waited till they finished, and then slowly began to stalk them from behind from a safe distance.
they came across a large cave, where the boy immediately looked around before entering through the shoddy door he constructed.
through the glint of the door, he could see the corpses of several zubat laying on the floor of the humble abode of the boy.
Eli wanted what the boy had. the cave seemed better, and the boy wanted a Zubat for one reason.
Protection against ambushes.
using the ultrasonic sounds, the zubat can find anyone in a 100m radius, and would immediately scream among finding the imposter.
this would effectively make ambushes insignificant since if they get too close Zubat could just warn him.
but Zubat were plentiful on the island, and in many cases, I'm sure there will be better ones.
that's why sacrifices need to be made.
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The sound of the crickets roaring in the night helped the boy soothe himself to sleep as he and his Koffin lay down on the ruddy bed they made with grass.
it was their humble abode, one they shared with a group of zubats that had been neutralized by him and Koffing. it seemed like Koffing knew psybeam as an egg move, which greatly improved his chances of winning the island trail. although his Koffing was no more than level 6, it was still enough to beat the zubats that infested the cave with ease.
the boy laid down, ready to go to bed.
his eyes drifted into the unknown, as he had started to dream.
the boy was frantically woken up by Koffing, which was screaming about the smoke that was seeping in through the caves.
it seeped in through the door, and a thick and heavy smoke weighed down on the boy's lungs, causing him to cough
"Where is this fire coming from?"
The boy's sensitive smell picked it up.
it was wood that was being burned.
"Fuck..."
His consciousness was already started to wobble after inhaling some of the smoke, causing the boy to rapidly run towards the door.
as long as he would make it out, he would fight with the person who did this.
the boy broke out into a sprint, making it to the door
"I made it-"
a piece of fibre had been placed around his kneecap, causing the boy to trip over.
"Well, that was easy." A boy he recognized from before came up to him, with his dagger displayed
"No please, don't kill m-
The boy's throat was slit by Eli, who simply laughed
"People who plea for their lives do not deserve them." The boy muttered, before looking at Koffing.
"Hmm." The boy used his red mist but found a problem.
the intake of red mist for Koffing was 5x that of Weedle's, which mean the stronger the pokemon gets the harder it is to control.
the boy felt a pounding headache when he finished, before saying
"Weedle, eat the body."
The boy examined the Koffing, before concluding it would be useful for now.
"Poisonous gas production could be useful for smoking people out." The boy muttered "But that's it. ill get rid of you once the island challenge is over."
Koffing was probably worth a fair sum on the market.
Weedle was munching down on the body, as the food could give him great energy to carry on.
walking back to his cave, the boy felt something wrong. something was tugging in his instincts not to go in, so he didn't.
so, the boy waited.
after a few hours, 3 people could be seen emerging from the cave
"Didnt you say that he would be in there?"
"I saw him enter, how was I meant to know he wasn't there?"
"We got played again." Another muttered.
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"I was too careless" The boy muttered. last night would have been his last if he rushed home and didn't kill that boy.
it seemed that all three of them were a part of that 10 groups, of which it seemed they followed him in an attempt to do an ambush
"I need a new cave." The boy muttered, before walking in the direction he came from.
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