The screech of metal dragging across the ground. The eerie glowing whites of narrowed eyes. It had escaped from its confines, and it was hungry. Its ferocious cries echoed along the dark hallway, sending the single crouching, hiding boy into a fit of shivers. He dropped to the floor and curled up in a ball, willing himself to disappear or turn invisible so the hunter wouldn't spot him. How... his mind whimpered. How had it got loose?
The scythe-wielding living fossil lowered its head and stalked down the hall, its metallic crescent arms scraping the floor. That stupid capsule couldn't keep one such as it from living free, neither could that boy distract it from its blood-lust. It could smell the human, it would hunt him out.
The young Trainer sat up, looking to the single Pokéball at his waist. If he could only... His hand reached out towards it, but suddenly a shadow enveloped him. He looked up, his eyes wide and breath released in trembling gasps. The Kabutops lunged.
Blood splattered onto the floor and the walls. The feral beast had had its revenge.
