He pursed his lips as they curled into a disapproving frown. Rather die huh? He’s not talking, and that’s pretty much solid proof he’s doing some kind of work for Team Magma. Didn’t this kid get that’s the point? Usually any hostages would have pissed themselves by now and spilled everything they know. He doesn’t have time to deal with smart ass tough ones like this guy.
“Well, I would have considered maybe letting you go if you had told me, but assuming your lips are as tightly sealed as you say then..” Oh but then, he went off on his smart ass little tangent. He’s still mocking him, even when he’s putting him at death’s door. What a stupid fucking punk! “Shut up you fucking smart ass– How about I drive this straight into your heart instead-!” He gripped the handle, poised to shove the knife straight into Al’s heart as promised.
What was that noise? A.. chipper tune?
His eyes trained on Al’s pocket. He hadn’t bothered to remove the kid’s cellphone because his arms were restrained anyways. He dug out the phone from Al’s pocket so he could more than likely break it, since its noise had interrupted him. But he hadn’t really prepared for the face that he saw on the screen.
That happy go lucky grin and striking blue hair couldn’t be mistaken. ‘Adrian calling…’ the screen’s text read. He grit his teeth; what sort of connection did this smart talking son of a bitch have with his son? Judging by how he was entered into the phone, it looked as though they were at least friends. Unacceptable.. Before he knew it, it had stopped ringing. He had half a mind to kill this kid anyways for the disrespect he dealt him while he was the one tied up in a chair.
The phone lit up again. One new message. He immediately pressed to listen to it, moving away from Al as he did so and moving the phone to his ear.
‘Hey Al, just seeing what you were up to- must be takin’ a nap huh? Ah, I just wanted to tell you today’s my day off, so uh if you wanted we could go get sandwiches in Mauville or something! Oh uh, anyways- call me back okay?’ Beep.
“Tch..” He rubbed his neck. Oh well.. he shouldn’t have fooled around as much as he did anyways. He drew another pokeball off of his belt, releasing his venomoth. “Corporal. Sleep powder.” The bug complied, covering Al with the dust from his wings. He called back Brigadier, calling into the next room. “C’mon Chief, we’re heading out.” He glanced back to Al as his murkrow got to its feet and came trotting towards him.
Well, he’s certainly taking a nap now.
When the other man practically spat with anger and threatened to stab him through the heart instead, Al’s smirk was bigger than ever. This would be how he would face death; with that obnoxious bratty grin he always had. Wasn’t that the best way to go? Leave this guy to think back about him and feel irritated, that’s what Al wanted. If there were some form of continued existence after death, he’d certainly miss his friends, but on the off chance there’s absolutely nothing... maybe he could just pretend there’s nothing to worry about. Sure, he’d be leaving behind everyone he loves and cares about, but like... even they’ve admitted he was too stupid to live. Don’t want to make a liar of them, does he?
That little tune he set to play whenever Adrian called, and it was only set for him. Al’s smug demeanor instantly shattered and the color drained from his skin. He found himself silently mouthing Adrian without realizing it, feeling panic start to form. When the knife-wielding man reached for his phone, Al felt something in him snap. Before he realized it he was reaching down as much as he could, trying to sink his teeth anywhere in Boris that he might reach. He couldn’t let him get that phone and find Adrian’s information. He couldn’t... he couldn’t die here after all, dammit. Al hadn’t stopped to think that he could find anyone and everyone just from his phone anyway. Stupid.
Whether or not his bloody mouth managed to reach the man didn’t matter in the end, as the phone was removed from his pocket and he could faintly hear talking coming from it--though he could not make out any details. Al hadn’t noticed he was holding his breath until he heard the other man bring out another pokemon. Corporal?
“Don’t you touch him--don’t you dare hurt Adrian! Don’t you DARE!”
He shut up as he felt the powder suddenly rain down on him and he tried to hold his breath so as not to breath it in, but it dusted his entire being. He looked out in the direction of the man as he left. Chief... the sound of claws or talons against the floor...
Chief? Where had he heard.... heard... heard what...?
Al could not hold his breath any longer and the powder was quickly taking effect. He felt his entire body go limp and his already-poor vision blurred until there was nothing.
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