Impromptu burglary

Man…..2 months into winter and I've nearly died twice…. With the second still undetermined….It's all I could think of as I laid on garbage covered ground bleeding out

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First was when the "staff" seemed to enjoy the food more when I cooked for them more than the other kids, probably because I usually cooked my own meals before I got here so I got pretty good at it….so it became my job to cook for them breakfast, lunch and dinner…

And me being sick of eating slop, was skimming some food off the top as I cooked trying get some very necessary protein in my body.

And one of those fucking rats I lived with snitched on me to the wardens to try and earn some brownie points which led me to being beaten to within an inch of my life, I mean they REALLY beat me, I was amazed i wasn't beaten to death with how badly they did me in…the saying was supposed to be snitches get stitches….well neither of us got stitches….My wounds were left untreated and the snitch got no punishment….I had to more or less rip up part of my shirt to bandage my gashes and wounds

I don't even know how they knew, I was always alone when I cooked…..they must have noticed me putting a little meat on my bones and figured it out and ratted on me with just an assumption…

Needless to say after that day my sympathies for the orphaned kids were non existent henceforth, I didn't care how much of a sob story they had….they were fucking rats and I treated them as such…. I knew it wasn't all of them who dobbed on me, but I couldn't afford to trust anyone anymore..

With how badly they beat me I was shocked when I recovered in about a week, but it was touch and go there for a bit, I reckon I was close enough to death but somehow recovered, humans of the Pokémon world are much more resilient than the people from my old world….

But once I could walk again, even though I was still limping they threw me straight back into the kitchen..

Which then lead to me being watched by a Zubat that was owned by Miss C, that just really just gave weight to my assumption that this was some rocket recruitment base….I mean not only rockets have Zubats, but Zubat is an insanely common Pokémon for rocket grunts to have sooooo..

The Zubat watched me like a hawk as I cooked so I couldn't gobble and sneaky mouthfuls…..for about 3 days….I actually managed to bribe the Zubat with the food I cooked for the warden assholes…

It took awhile to get over my fear of the eyeless, legless bat, who's mouth doesn't actually close as it faced me while i cooked…but eventually I worked up the nerve to ask if it wanted some food to which it instantly started screeching and flapping its wings like it was going to attack me but instead landed next to me and waited for the promised food..

Turns out Miss C did not take great care of her Zubat and he was not really a fan of her, it showed in the way it basically turned its back on her order to watch me almost instantly to eat what I was making… it looked a little underfed and mistreated as well…the fur was matted and it looked almost abused when I moved a little to fast and it flinched and a looked ready to run or lunge at me…but it eventually mellowed out around me

But me and Zubat got pretty tight over the time we spent together, we split our haul 70-30 my way…mainly because he didn't know that I was taking more then him, I think he assumed we were splitting it down the middle…

Eventually he even let me pet him which was an experience, he was actually pretty adorable when you got used to him….I really wanted to give him a wash and a brush but Miss C would catch onto us if I tried anything like that..

But even as abused as he seemed to be, he eventually warmed up to me which was nice, and he even kept an eye out in case anyone was around and trying to watch as we snuck our meals in…

I dare say he was even a friend a few months into our ongoing heist.

The second time I was almost killed was pretty much now after I was sent out of the orphanage for the first time, winter was just starting to settle in and Miss B wasn't feeling like a trip to the market to pick up "groceries"

Not to be confused with the orphanages "groceries", no, she sent me out to get her personal groceries which consisted of booze and cigarettes with some snack foods that would keep here in a decent mood…

I explained to her that I was a little too young to be able to buy her "groceries", to which she responded how that wasn't her problem and gave me some money to run along and pick up what she wanted…she also let me know that if i didn't bring back what she wanted that the beating I was given before would feel like mild pillow fight compared to what she would do to me….

I thought it would be a perfect time to escape, but with how cold it had been lately before winter even set in yet I thought I would just grit my teeth and wait it out..

I took off into the slums where the orphanage was located in to find a store that sold booze, cigarettes and junk food, which took a lot longer than I thought it would…about 2 hours…it seemed to take much longer due to the fact i was freezing the entire time.

We weren't given winter clothes….as I said before we had one set of clothes and that was it, if you somehow found another set of clothes that was great, if not bad luck….and I didn't have great luck..

And as I entered the run down concrete corner store which looked fairly unofficial…more like someone who found an uninhabited building and decided to open up a service station without the petrol pumps…

Turns out that bitch gave me not even half of the money needed to buy what she asked for and when i got to the counter to pay for everything I was stumped on what to do…

But thank fuck for small miracles because as soon as he rung everything up, there was a massive crash out the back of the store that shook the building a little to which he immediately ran out to find what it was.

Deciding to take advantage of this god sent chance I dived over the counter and raided the register and filled a couple bags with cartons of cigarettes, I didn't have time to run through the isles and find more booze though and made a run for it…..

I made it about 4 blocks before I decided to duck into an earthy, trash covered place that looked like it might have been a park once and started digging as of my life depended on it….luckily the dirt was pretty soft and I dug it up fairly quickly and buried and covered in trash the plastic bags full of cash,cigarettes and a bottle of whiskey before making my way back out to which I was met with the store keeper with an epileptic scowl on his face…he didn't seem to appreciate my impromptu burglary it seemed

And by his side was a smallish grey dog with a black face and paws that looked to have a little bit of wolf in him with its heckles raised and ready to tear me to shreds, if I had to guess I would say that would be a poochyena….

"Where is the stuff you stole, you little piece of filth…."

He didn't look in the mood to play games, but at the same time I really didn't want to give up what could essentially be my life line when I finally made my way out of that hell hole… I really prayed that dog wasn't able to smell where I buried my loot

So I gave the best excuse I could given the situation…I knew this guy was going to hurt me, and the dog was going to put me through some pain, but I doubted the guy would kill me over a few hundred bucks and some smokes..

"I already handed it off to the guy who paid me to steal that stuff….he went that way!"

Pointing to the other end of the disgusting glass less trash park to try and downplay my part in all this…

" I don't care who payed you to steal from me you little piece of garbage, it will be you who will be paying it back….now where.is.my.money"

He sounded absolutely livid as he very distinctly pronounced the end of his sentence , and his little dog seemed to pick up on that anger as he started snarling at me ready to attack..

My biggest thought was I wish I had covered my face at least a little before this shit all started….but hindsight is 20/20 as they say

And sounding as scared as I possibly could, which wasn't hard because I was fucking terrified of what was about to happen, I pulled a 10 dollar note from my pocket…

"Please mister, this is all he gave me, he said he would make sure I wasn't followed if I grabbed him some cigarettes and money!"

I knew it didn't make sense for me to hand over a bag filled with probably 5-600 bucks and maybe the same amount in cigarettes for a measly ten bucks, but I was hoping he would just assume I was some naive kid who was taken advantage of....he probably did….but that didn't stop what happened next..

"I don't care kid, I want my money!, poochyena, use bite!"

A command which the angry dog readily obeyed as he started running at me at a decent pace…not as fast as I was expecting but still pretty quick.

I turned around to make a break for it as quickly as I could but I didn't get far before I felt a blistering pain on my left shoulder which caused me to cry out and fall to the ground and side face down along the damp ground.

The dog has latched onto my shoulder and started vigorously shaking his head as of trying to tear meat off me, and my only response was shouting for help and crying…

The man walked up to me and placed his shoe onto my right arm as he reached down to rip of the 10 dollar note I was still gripping for dear life too….but that wasn't all, no….

He seemed to slowly put pressure to the mid section of my arm, which I barely noticed to focused on the dog trying to tear my other arm off at the shoulder..

It wasn't until there was a *CRUNCH* that I noticed what he did….he snapped my arm…He was almost chortling to himself as he did so....

"That's enough…"

His poochyena let go almost instantly….not that i was in any state to really notice I was in so much pain I couldn't think straight…but i heard what he said next….

"Kid this is just a taste of what's to come if I don't get my money back within the week…if I don-"

"HEY YOU!"

He was interrupted by a shout from behind from someone I couldn't see or care who due to being in so much agony…I seemed to remember hearing how it was illegal to attack people with your Pokémon, and from the reaction of the guy who attacked me with his Pokémon he only just seemed to remember too…

"Shit!"

I heard him curse as I heard foot steps making haste away from the scene, and hearing more foot steps hurrying to my position…I say heard because I was face down losing bleeding profusely while fighting my unconsciousness away, which last all of a few seconds as it slipped between my fingers…

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