As he hit the floor, Wes finally understood why he was called in to begin with. This kind of behavior was disturbingly familiar. He’d dealt with enough Shadow Pokemon to know more or less what he was dealing with.
And that was when his old Shadow Pokemon Handling reflexes kicked in. After listening to what the kid had to say, Wes took action. The kid was light enough that Wes had no problem rolling over onto him, pressing his left arm against the child’s throat in such a fashion that it would keep him still, but not cut off airflow in any way. Wes kept the child’s legs pinned down with one of his own, his bent knee providing enough weight to act as a restraint. Leaving the kid’s hands free was a gamble, but completely restricting his movement was bound to stress him out.
Wes let him go after he felt he’d established that he wasn’t afraid or weak enough that the boy could just do whatever to him. Not that it worked out in his favor. Before he knew it, Wes was sailing through the air into the medic behind him. They both crashed to the floor with a dull thud, the back of Wes’s head smacking the floor painfully and sending flashes of light across his vision.
It took a moment for them to recover, but when they did, Wes decided it was time to pull out the big guns, so to speak. He reached for one of the pokeballs in his pocket and tossed it in the boy’s general direction. From it emerged Hellbeast, a hulking, fearless Metagross that only needed two words of command to spring into action.
In two swift motions, Hellbeast knocked the bed across the room and slammed one massive foot down onto the kid. That would hold him down more effectively than Wes ever could have, and unlike Wes, Hellbeast would neither take pity on him nor let itself get thrown. Fight fire with fire, as they say. One psychic against another.
With that taken care of, Wes took a deep breath and began processing everything the kid had said. It all sounded pretty fucked up, but what else was new? Life in Orre was just like that sometimes.
“Okay. Dead mom, absent dad. Join the fucking club, kid. You aren’t getting any pity points here. And I ain’t scared of you, either. You say you can kill me. So what? I could kill you too. You’d be amazed how easy it is to take someone out.” He rolled his eyes and rubbed the back of his head. That fall left him with a killer headache. “You did say something I actually give a shit about, though. Two things, actually. One, Ein did this to you. I’ve taken that fucker on, so I know what he’s capable of but I wanna hear more about what happened between you. Two, you come from Agate Village. I’m sure I can ask around and find out who’s missing a brat, so get ready to go home, kid. You aren’t staying here forever.”
Kazue wasn't able to doge the incoming metal ‘foot’ that slammed him to the ground harshly, but he managed to fire off a shadow ball as soon as he was slammed against the ground at the Metagross. The impact of the stomp did take his breath away however, and he quickly became disoriented for a few seconds. He had no idea if his attack hit the Metagross or not, but that didn't matter for the moment.
Once the room stopped spinning for Kazue, he glared at Wes before speaking.
“I’m surprised that you didn't know Ein and Cipher were still kicking. That asshole never knows when to quit, and mom ended up dying because of that. Yeah, my great-grandparents are probably distraught, but going back to Agate is the worst thing I could do for the rest of my life. I could KILL everyone there if I got angry enough. You know how violent Shadow Pokemon can be, so sending one back with a completely closed off heart is like saying goodbye to the whole town. Why do you think I don’t want to go back?”
He snapped, eyes glowing slightly as he examined Wes more closely.
“Hold up... I think there was a picture of you, or someone who looked very similar with my mom. The background looked like Realgam Colosseum, but hey, I could always be wrong. I haven’t seen that photo in ages, so If you’re curious, go ask my grandparents about it. They’re Eagun and Beluh.”
The child’s eyes flashed a dangerous red as he managed to teleport away from the Metagross. Just enough to be out of striking range of those metal limbs.
“Don’t you DARE tell them that I’m here. I’d rather not get them dragged into this shithole.”
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