A Same Path

An expected consequence

It seemed as if all the bustle that literally exploded was muted in my perspective for a few moments, as if time itself was slowing down.

I saw him, I had mixed feelings, his deplorable state mixed with the consequences that, I knew, would end up happening, left me frozen. I was more than aware of the feeling of injustice, not to mention the origin of my wounds at the time; and with them, empathy seemed to be what kept me from looking up and ignoring the scene.

Even with those wounds, even with the pain, my impulsiveness without thinking of the consequences even after the things that happened to me because of that, eventually presented itself again in me. I was going to intervene... What would I do? I had no idea and I won't lie in saying that I didn't care, but my body seemed to move on its own.

I had to hurry, I saw how that man was preparing to hit him... but the brief moment of almost hypnotism did not take long to fade away.

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After the tumult of people pouncing in front of me, the man and Riolu were completely out of my sight.

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Everyone wanted to see the scene, those who followed such businesses enjoyed the malice of violence, and it did not take long for their impetus to completely overtake my intentions. I was unable to move forward, my arm which I barely managed to raise was literally crushed by the mob, and the pertinent pain in my muscles made me despair and turn away.

I was stunned, my breathing was shaking, while the noise didn't allow me to think straight.

I couldn't, I knew my capabilities and that was completely beyond what I could do. I didn't want to listen, although the chaos generated by the people's cheering seemed to overpower any other sound, my ears seemed to perceive the kicking and punching heard on the other side of that wall of people.

I will never know if it was only my imagination, cruel in those circumstances, that wanted to recreate those blows, or it was reality itself... but I will never forget them, even at the time of writing this book.

But one thing I did know... how I felt was irrelevant; every second that passed I knew that the torture would get worse; I couldn't even guess if the Riolu would still be alive by then, plus the rest of the Pokémon that accompanied it would soon be the next to be tortured, over time, and I could only close my eyes with strength and helplessness to what I knew, I could never avoid.

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─You have to do something! ─Hours had already passed since that event in the lower area of the capital, while inside the police center of the central zone, I could only be indignant as I confronted one of the officers on duty who was attending.