the kill ■ open Dec 13, 2014 20:40:03 GMT -6
Post by Silver Donato on Dec 13, 2014 20:40:03 GMT -6
Retreat was a word in Silver's vocabulary he sometimes liked to pretend he didn't know, particularly during times when “fight or flight” became “flight or die” and he had no choice but to do just that: retreat.
The sound of shoes splashing against wet pavement was all that was registering in his mind at that moment, the rain soaking his frame from above and the airborne puddles doing the same from below. Lightning shattered the sky, the following thunder's hesitation an indication that it was still some way's off. All in good luck; getting electrocuted – while only being the second worst thing to happen that day – would not be something the sole figure tearing down the streets wanted. Although, “sole” was a bit inaccurate in that setting. The idea that he was making his way in a frenzied rush alone was ruined by the swarm of angry trainers behind him, each one out for blood. Specifically that of the Johto man less than a block ahead.
The cliché of their little race lasting “an eternity”, or some other immensely long period of time would be wasted and inaccurate in this context. The red head felt as though this whole fiasco had happened within the time frame of a millisecond; from the old warehouse, to the door, and out into the streets outside. That would explain why he wasn't tiring at all – that, or the adrenaline – and why his pursuers never gained, nor lost ground on him. He was, thankfully, too far out of range for them to call an attack, but in order to call out his Honchkrow and have it life him up and into the air, out of reach would require a bit more space between he and the cloud of angry Bessers behind him. All in all, it was a matter of outsmarting them, praying his endurance bested theirs, or being fed to the wolves. How had he gotten into this mess again? Oh, yes.
There were Imum members in Besser.
The fact that Silver Donato was a firm follow of Minder did him no good in the eyes of anyone affiliating with the rival group, Besser, but that alone wouldn't have been enough to having them wanting his head. The fact that he had been sneaking around known Besser territory made it a bit more understandable, but even then, probability was in his favor. It was the fact that he'd been slinking around an area that these... these monsters held their meetings in, planned their hostile takeover of the group and then the whole region from the inside that made the situation so dire. He'd only seen three; a sneak attack Earthquake should have been enough to do them all in. What he hadn't taken into account was that more than twice as many had been lurking around outside, and his Rhyperior's attack had only served to alert them to his presence.
It was all thanks to years of self training that he'd managed to make it out of the run down area and into a more populated area where he had hoped a passerby would notice his distress and help remedy the problem. Unfortunately, the rain had all but scared everyone off. The streets weren't usually this empty in the late afternoon; it had been much to his shock and displeasure that there'd been no one there. If there hadn't been so many, as well, all likely to have at least a good handful of Pokemon, he could have beaten them in battle. His only hope was to run and try to get away before they literally killed him. As old members of a group that gathered under the hopes for mass genocide, the slaughter of a foreigner would likely be something they were fine with.
A corner came into view up ahead, and a thousand possibilities rushed through Silver's mind. If it was another street with even more corners to turn, weaving a complicated path could through them off. In the city, however, dead-end alleyways were scattered all about; if he tried to turn there and found himself headed head-first into a stone wall, he would be caught and offed without a second thought. Casting a glance toward the group of Imums, however, and noting the growing ache in his chest from the effort of running so fast and for so long, he decided it was better to chance it than have them catch up to him there. Just barely slipping on the wet concrete, he made a ninety degree spin the moment the turn came up -
- and nearly came crashing into another figure.
“Arceus,” he cursed under his breath, just barely catchin himself in time to avoid a painful collision. Remembering the chase, however, and processing the massive chain-link fence that cut off the small way, another idea flooded his mind. “Hide me,” the red-haired male barked urgently, voice quiet but intense. “Tell them I climbed over the fence. Don't even bother with questions now, just do it.”
Arceus, he prayed this worked.