Collector

[clonewar]

Castor moved through the large house room after room with rack after rack or Pokepyramids the things used fold space or something. He found the room with pokeboys the most rare were kept out in the open. "Now which one of you want to come home with me" all of them were drugged to keep them tame or because they were not tamed. He wore a black suit with netting gear hung of black hooks.

"you look good" the sign had the name and age of the pokeboy he was draped over a branch. He place his hand on his face breaking the laser lights and setting of the alarms grabbing the pokeboy he war. he rolled under the gate ending up on top of the pokeboy it was damn hard not to think about that thing. "come on i need you to run with me he gently slapped him on both cheeks trying to get him to wake up.

 

[Mina]

He couldn't remember where he was. One afternoon, he had been fishing berries from the creek down in the Johto region, and all of a sudden, this insane man had caught him with some unbeatable net that had been impossible to claw through. He was drugged, then set up for display out in the open with the many other Pokeboys who were set up like trophies in the collector's garden. He was conscious, but his body was paralyzed. When someone unfamiliar stole into the field, he opened his eyes, but before it was too late to warn the other man, the alarms were blaring. A prized Pokeboy was being snatched.

Pokeboys were often collected not only for their breed, but because of their looks. Not all Pokeboys of the same species looked attractive. Only the ones with pure genes looked handsome like Eden did what with his feminine features and all. With a thud, he fell to the ground when they rolled out from the gate, his eyes narrowing up on Castor. He couldn't move, but with a bit of heavy willpower on his end, he struggled to get on his feet, then wrapped his fingers around the other boy's shirt for balance, not sure if he would be able to run this way.

 

[clonewar]

Castor had been more an actor then a trainer playing the part or Anson Allbright the greatest poke collector in history. He had focused more on his looks then his skills at fighting until he found out about the collectors. He had been disgusted by the way they treated the pokeboy some like statues others as disposable tools. "You can lean on me" he offered placing his arm over his back as they fled the grounds. The boy was not heavy but it was clear that his legs were not working as well as they should be.

The river was running fast he only had to place the boy on and push off before the river caught them. The men on the bank did not risk shooting instead attack pokeboy dogs jumped into the water chasing after them. A few hits was enough to get them to back off until they could get far enough away. "are you ok" he asked reaching for some medicine from his pack the day was not going as he had planned. he looked down at the pokeboy wondering what he was doing before he had become a rich mans plaything.

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