3 Chapter 3: Bastardly
It was midnight, inside the shabby town. The sound of laughter could be heard from estranged-looking residents. They were gathered around a flaming barrel sitting in front of a checkers table playing spades.
Several dirty men could be seen playing guard as a crescent moon loomed over their heads, and a balding elderly man with dirt in his gray beard spoke in a raspy voice while setting down a card on the table.
" That's an ace, I've won the match unless y'all want to double it? "
The other men just snickered before they all stood up in unison while one of them spoke clearly grouchy.
" I don't know how but I know you have rigged this, old bastard. "
The elderly man just let out a sly chuckle before in the corner of his eye, he saw a small silhouette illuminated in the moonlight. The figure stared at him with black beady eyes. To the elderly man, it felt like someone was staring deep into his corrupt soul. Sweat started to pour down the man's face as the figure slowly walked towards the group.
The figure's ominous footsteps rippled out catching the rest of the group's attention as they turned their heads. Their eyes dilated with their hearts beating rapidly. Whatever the hell was walking towards them. Couldn't be human. The figure took a few more steps before the flaming barrel illuminated the figure revealing a small child with bruises covering his body.
The group stared at the child before the elderly man chuckled and spoke.
" Wow, kid, you have to say something. I was worried that you were some type of murderer. But did you get me a drink like usual? "
Feri contorted his face before slightly turning his head while glaring at the elderly man. He stared at the man before he murmured.
" Get you a drink? "
" What are you talking about kid? You always get me a drink during this hour? But, if you didn't give me one you know what happens. Right? "
Said the elderly man sitting up from a creaky wooden stool while reaching out, snagging onto a rustic metal pipe resting on the checker table. The group just laughed seeing the elderly man standing up. To this group, the act of beating Feril was nothing but sport. It was as simple as playing football or baseball.
The group crossed their arms and stared at Feril as the elderly man slowly walked towards him dragging the pipe on the rubbish-covered ground. Feril stared at the elderly man slowly inching closer to him until a grin filled with insanity crept onto his battered face while he reached into his torn shirt.
The elderly man watched as Feril shuffled his hand around inside his shirt before he pulled out a circular object. The elderly man's eyes instantly locked onto the Pokeball before he laughed and spoke.
" What? Did you catch a weedle or something? "
" No, something, a lot bigger. "
As soon as Feril said this, the Pokeball in his palm latched open as a red beam flowed out before the massive feraligatr materialized standing directly behind him. The feraligatr dripped drool onto Feril's head as the group stared at the massive monster in pure shock.
The group's legs started to shake as Feril let out a cruel chuckle before he waved his right hand forward while speaking.
" Hey feraligatr, kill them. "
Instantly, water started to fill the feraligatr jugular as the elderly man dashed towards Feril tightly holding onto his metal pipe. The man had one goal in mind. He might not be able to defeat the feraligatr however, he definitely could kill the kid. The man dashed towards Feril with lightning-fast footsteps before he leapt into the air swinging his metal pipe downward at Feril's skull.
Ferial tracked the incoming metal pipe before he smirked and put his hands in his pockets. Just as the pipe was about to collide with Feril's head, an enormous blast of water crashed into the man's chest propelling the pipe high into the air. The force of the impact made the elderly man's body skip over the checker table before violently slamming through a nearby wall.
The sound of scattering rubble rippled out as the group stared at Feril in pure shock. Feril looked up glaring at the spinning pipe that was quickly descending through the air. Feril waited for the pipe, as another man wearing a black jacket sprinted towards Feril with his fists balled. The man slid to a stop as water droplets rained down on him while he threw an overhand aimed at Feril's chin.
The punch soared through falling water droplets rapidly approaching Feril until Feril swayed his body to the left, slipping the punch. The man's eyes widened in disbelief while his body stumbled forward. With lightning-fast reflexes, Feril extended his left hand out snagging onto the falling pipe, and in a single swift motion violently slammed the pipe into the man's jaw brutally shattering his teeth.
The man's legs locked before he collapsed back first on the ground with his body twitching. Feril glanced down at the twitching man before the feraligatr stomped onto his body crushing him. Feril just grinned at the sight as he walked forward while juggling the metal pipe in his palm.
" Kill the rest of them feraligatr, I just want to be the one to finish off the wrinkly one. "...
On the other side of a near-collapsed wall, the elderly man could be seen lying on his back with blood dripping out of his mouth. A fallen wooden support beam was on his chest. He panted trying to catch his breath before he used all of his might to grab onto the beam with his wrinkly palms and slowly pushed the beam off his body.
He gritted his teeth in agony before he set the beam on his legs and let out a gasp of air until a quick figure stepped onto the wooden beam before an object slammed into the elderly man's head making a loud clank. His head was violently propelled back slamming into the muddy ground.
The man looked up into the dark sky staring up at Feril who glared down at him with a vicious grin on his face. The metal pipe dripped blood as Feril spoke mocking the man.
" I'm sure that hurt. Just look at the gash in your head. "
The elderly man doesn't respond instead he keeps staring at Feril with hazy eyes. Seeing the man's poor state, Feril just scoffs before grabbing onto the metal pipe with both hands and slamming the pipe down once again. Blood spews out as Feril repeatedly slams the metal pipe connecting with the elderly man's head.
As Feril brutally gashed the elderly man's head, screams of horror could be heard rippling out as the feraligatr repeatedly fired blasts of water at the rest of the group destroying the few buildings in the town. These blasts were fired endlessly until hours passed and the only signs of a town were a few sparsely scattered beams of wood.
Feril and feraligatr stood next to each other standing in the muddy water glancing around at the carnage that they had caused. Feril locked eyes with feraligatr before he cheerfully spoke.
" Well, that was fun wasn't it? "...
Unbeknownst to Feril, the act of destroying this shabby town would turn him into a wanted fugitive, and countless posters would be hung around. If Feril could read, he would be able to figure out he was wanted. However, luckily for Feril, no one knows who destroyed this town. Only a rough guess could be made.
And the last person the authorities would expect is a frail child...
