"Oh no, oh no, oh no!" cried Bren in complete panic. "Where'd he go?" The teen with glasses looked back and forth frantically hoping to catch sight of Beyal, but it was no use. The young monk was long gone.
"Bren, it's going to be ok," alisema Chase. "Beyal is most likely still in town. We need to find him, that's all."
"Playing hide-n-seek with that psycho monk is not going to be fun. Did wewe see how he took down Dax with one blow?" Bren cowered behind Jinja believing Beyal would come out of hiding any sekunde and attack him. "Let's wait until this wears off and go look then."
"That's no good," alisema Jinja. "What if he runs into trouble, au even worse, hurts somebody? wewe need to suck it up Bren."
"Jinja is right, mate. Beyal isn't thinking straight," Dax commented.
"We need to go now," Chase alisema worriedly. "We can't let Beyal get too far."
The group headed down the street. They called his name over and over, but quit when they realized that wouldn't lure Beyal out. It was probably only driving him further away. Chase began asking the townspeople if they'd seen him.
"He's got white hair, darkish skin, and wears a large tan cloak. wewe can't miss him," Chase described Beyal to a woman sweeping kwa a restaurant. The woman pondered in thought for a moment.
"I do believe I saw a kid like that," alisema the woman. "He was running down the mitaani, mtaa chanting "This is fun! This is fun!" over and over."
"Do wewe know which direction he went in?" asked Chase.
"That way," The woman pointed up the street.
Chase thanked her and the group bolted the way the woman had pointed. They hoped Beyal hadn't caused too much trouble. The group reached an alley way. Dax noticed a bunch of thugs gathered up and halted his friends.
"Hey mates, I think something's going down," he said.
Looking closer they saw the thugs were surrounding Beyal! They older, larger men growled at the monk. Beyal did not seem deterred though. He just looked at each man and smiled dumbly.
"What are wewe doing here, pretty boy?" asked one thug.
"Don't wewe know this alley belongs to us?" asked another.
Beyal looked at the walls to his sides and the chain link fence behind him. "I do not see any indication that this piece of public property belongs to you," alisema the young monk.
The men did not like his maoni and began to close in on Beyal. Unaware of the danger he was in Beyal stared blankly until he spotted his friends. "Oh, looks like wewe guys found me. That's no fair! wewe got these guys to corner me for you!" Beyal pouted.
Beyal then smirked as he got an idea. With amazing acrobatic ability he did a backflip and ended at the juu of the chain link fence. The white haired teen gracefully dropped to the other side. "You can't catch me!" With a wave Beyal sped away.
"Blimey!" cried Dax. "You didn't tell me he could do that!"
"Sorry," sighed Chase. "I forgot he could do stuff like that."
With the monk gone the thugs took attention of the fresh meat before them. "You know that little punk?" asked a burly man.
"He didn't mean to cause wewe trouble," alisema Chase. "He's not himself right now. It's kind of our fault." The raven haired teen held up his hands in surrender.
"If it's your fault then wewe can take your buddy's punishment," snarled the man. All the thugs in the alley ran towards the teens, desperate to beat them to a pulp.
"THIS IS WHERE WE RUN!" cried Bren.
They took off with the thugs right on their tail. After running for what seemed like forever Bren turned to Dax.
"I...hate…you…so…much…right…now!" Bren gasped between pants. Jinja and Chase only glared at Dax, but he got the picture. They were blaming this all on him.
"Blimey mates," snarled Dax. "I didn't know the kid having a sugar rush would start all this! Stop looking at me like that. It's not like I gave him alcohol!"
"You might as well have," snapped Bren.
Core-Tech finally found refuge in an abandoned shop. There they waited for the gang in the alley to give up their chase. It was also an opportune time to plan their inayofuata move.
"How are we going to catch him?" asked Bren. "Beyal's smart as a fox, mbweha even on a sugar high and he has the flexibility of a cat mixed with a professional acrobat. We're never going to get him." Bren began pulling at his hair, a habit that he's had ever since he was baby that showed itself when he was worried, scared, au nervous.
Chase pulled his brother's hands off his head. "It'll be alright Bren. We just need to calm down and think of a way to lure him to us."
"We better lure him out of town too," alisema Jinja. Outside they heard screams and shouts. "I think Beyal is causing a little zaidi mischief than we thought he would."
Peeking out the window revealed Beyal was kicking pots of plants off the juu of a shop. One could only imagine what would possess him to do so, but it was causing panic below. A child was covered in soil from one and the mother was none too thrilled about her dirty child. She waved her fist and yelled at Beyal, but the monk paid no mind to her and continued with kicking potted plants off the edge of the roof, giggling and clapping his hands as each one crashed and shattered into a hundred pieces.
"Beyal's completely Lost his mind," Jinja said.
An idea came to Chase. "Hey Dax, do wewe have zaidi chocolate?"
"Yeah mate, I got my money's worth." Dax dug in the sack and pulled out another colorful bag full of the chokoleti that had gotten them into this mess.
Chase took the bag and handed it to Jinja. "Why are wewe giving this to me?" she asked.
"You're going to take this and lead Beyal out of town," Chase stated.
"He'll be attracted to this like a fly to a light!" exclaimed Bren.
"Alright mate, but if his lips touch my princess my foot is going up his-," Dax was cut off kwa zaidi angry shouts.
Jinja snatched the chokoleti and leapt up. "This plan needs to go into action before Beyal embarrasses himself even zaidi than he already has." She left the store and casually walked towards the building.
Beyal was now sitting on the edge of the roof kicking his feet back and forth. Many people were looking up at the monk before them. The mayor of the town was even there trying to coax Beyal down, but the intimidating officers inayofuata to him with the handcuffs made his efforts fruitless.
Jinja tapped the mayor on the shoulder. "What is it young lady? I am very busy at the moment," alisema the old man gesturing to Beyal.
"I can see that, but I have an offer to make you," alisema Jinja. "I can get the boy off that roof and out of your town."
"Really?" asked the mayor. His wrinkled face lit up in hope.
"But only on the condition that those cops not lay a hand on him."
"You have a deal child, but if I ever see him around again he will be arrested."
Jinja and the mayor shook hands to finalize the deal. The mayor then led the townspeople and officers away. Beyal leapt to his feet.
"Where are wewe going?" he cried to the retreating people. "I thought we were having so much fun!" The monk crossed his arms and huffed.
"Beeeeyaaaaaalll!" cried Jinja. She waved her arms to get Beyal's attention.
Beyal's eyes brightened as he spotted Jinja. It was just him and Jinja. There were no other people in sight. "Hi Jinja, do wewe want to play with me too?"
At that moment Jinja felt sort of bad that she had to play Beyal like this. The boy wanted to have fun and be normal. Being a monk for an old man on a lonely temple must suck. The sugar high from the chokoleti was only bringing these desires out of the mild mannered teen that was too scared to say what he wanted. Sadly, there was a line between fun and causing trouble and Beyal crossed it. Jinja had to get him out of here before the mayor changed his mind about their deal. Jinja was not in the mood to knee adults in the face today.
"Not really, Beyal. I'm really tired from playing the combination of tag and hide-n-seek with wewe all day, but I have something special for you." Jinja held up the chokoleti which immediately caught Beyal's attention. "Come down and I'll give wewe some."
Beyal gracefully leapt down from the building. Avoiding the sharp glass the monk made his way to Jinja. When Beyal reached her Jinja wrapped an arm around his shoulders preventing him from escaping.
"Let's go someplace and share this. Just wewe and me," she offered.
"Beyal cocked his head to the side. "What about the others?"
"They'll catch up later."
Jinja quickly lead Beyal out of the town into the woods. They went deeper and deeper. The further they traveled she realized Beyal was crashing from his sugar high. He got much calmer and moved slower. Jinja saw he was turning a little green in his face. The chokoleti was making him nauseous.
Poor Beyal. Thought Jinja.
"Can we sit?" asked Beyal. The two sat up against a tree. Jinja pulled out a tracker from her pocket and pressed the button on top. Now the others could find them. Beyal whimpered and held his head. "What happened? All I remember is eating the Candy Dax gave me and now my head and stomach hurts."
Jinja lifted Beyal and placed him on her lap. Beyal rested his head on the larger girl's shoulder. Jinja stroked Beyal's face to comfort him.
"I'm sorry if I did something obscene," Beyal said. Jinja kissed the juu of his head.
"You did nothing too bad," she said. "We just can't go to that town ever again, au give wewe anymore chocolate."
Beyal looked up at her with wide, sad eyes. "Never again?" the monk asked.
"Well, in controlled amounts," Jinja explained.
Beyal fell asleep. The storm had finally calmed.
"Bren, it's going to be ok," alisema Chase. "Beyal is most likely still in town. We need to find him, that's all."
"Playing hide-n-seek with that psycho monk is not going to be fun. Did wewe see how he took down Dax with one blow?" Bren cowered behind Jinja believing Beyal would come out of hiding any sekunde and attack him. "Let's wait until this wears off and go look then."
"That's no good," alisema Jinja. "What if he runs into trouble, au even worse, hurts somebody? wewe need to suck it up Bren."
"Jinja is right, mate. Beyal isn't thinking straight," Dax commented.
"We need to go now," Chase alisema worriedly. "We can't let Beyal get too far."
The group headed down the street. They called his name over and over, but quit when they realized that wouldn't lure Beyal out. It was probably only driving him further away. Chase began asking the townspeople if they'd seen him.
"He's got white hair, darkish skin, and wears a large tan cloak. wewe can't miss him," Chase described Beyal to a woman sweeping kwa a restaurant. The woman pondered in thought for a moment.
"I do believe I saw a kid like that," alisema the woman. "He was running down the mitaani, mtaa chanting "This is fun! This is fun!" over and over."
"Do wewe know which direction he went in?" asked Chase.
"That way," The woman pointed up the street.
Chase thanked her and the group bolted the way the woman had pointed. They hoped Beyal hadn't caused too much trouble. The group reached an alley way. Dax noticed a bunch of thugs gathered up and halted his friends.
"Hey mates, I think something's going down," he said.
Looking closer they saw the thugs were surrounding Beyal! They older, larger men growled at the monk. Beyal did not seem deterred though. He just looked at each man and smiled dumbly.
"What are wewe doing here, pretty boy?" asked one thug.
"Don't wewe know this alley belongs to us?" asked another.
Beyal looked at the walls to his sides and the chain link fence behind him. "I do not see any indication that this piece of public property belongs to you," alisema the young monk.
The men did not like his maoni and began to close in on Beyal. Unaware of the danger he was in Beyal stared blankly until he spotted his friends. "Oh, looks like wewe guys found me. That's no fair! wewe got these guys to corner me for you!" Beyal pouted.
Beyal then smirked as he got an idea. With amazing acrobatic ability he did a backflip and ended at the juu of the chain link fence. The white haired teen gracefully dropped to the other side. "You can't catch me!" With a wave Beyal sped away.
"Blimey!" cried Dax. "You didn't tell me he could do that!"
"Sorry," sighed Chase. "I forgot he could do stuff like that."
With the monk gone the thugs took attention of the fresh meat before them. "You know that little punk?" asked a burly man.
"He didn't mean to cause wewe trouble," alisema Chase. "He's not himself right now. It's kind of our fault." The raven haired teen held up his hands in surrender.
"If it's your fault then wewe can take your buddy's punishment," snarled the man. All the thugs in the alley ran towards the teens, desperate to beat them to a pulp.
"THIS IS WHERE WE RUN!" cried Bren.
They took off with the thugs right on their tail. After running for what seemed like forever Bren turned to Dax.
"I...hate…you…so…much…right…now!" Bren gasped between pants. Jinja and Chase only glared at Dax, but he got the picture. They were blaming this all on him.
"Blimey mates," snarled Dax. "I didn't know the kid having a sugar rush would start all this! Stop looking at me like that. It's not like I gave him alcohol!"
"You might as well have," snapped Bren.
Core-Tech finally found refuge in an abandoned shop. There they waited for the gang in the alley to give up their chase. It was also an opportune time to plan their inayofuata move.
"How are we going to catch him?" asked Bren. "Beyal's smart as a fox, mbweha even on a sugar high and he has the flexibility of a cat mixed with a professional acrobat. We're never going to get him." Bren began pulling at his hair, a habit that he's had ever since he was baby that showed itself when he was worried, scared, au nervous.
Chase pulled his brother's hands off his head. "It'll be alright Bren. We just need to calm down and think of a way to lure him to us."
"We better lure him out of town too," alisema Jinja. Outside they heard screams and shouts. "I think Beyal is causing a little zaidi mischief than we thought he would."
Peeking out the window revealed Beyal was kicking pots of plants off the juu of a shop. One could only imagine what would possess him to do so, but it was causing panic below. A child was covered in soil from one and the mother was none too thrilled about her dirty child. She waved her fist and yelled at Beyal, but the monk paid no mind to her and continued with kicking potted plants off the edge of the roof, giggling and clapping his hands as each one crashed and shattered into a hundred pieces.
"Beyal's completely Lost his mind," Jinja said.
An idea came to Chase. "Hey Dax, do wewe have zaidi chocolate?"
"Yeah mate, I got my money's worth." Dax dug in the sack and pulled out another colorful bag full of the chokoleti that had gotten them into this mess.
Chase took the bag and handed it to Jinja. "Why are wewe giving this to me?" she asked.
"You're going to take this and lead Beyal out of town," Chase stated.
"He'll be attracted to this like a fly to a light!" exclaimed Bren.
"Alright mate, but if his lips touch my princess my foot is going up his-," Dax was cut off kwa zaidi angry shouts.
Jinja snatched the chokoleti and leapt up. "This plan needs to go into action before Beyal embarrasses himself even zaidi than he already has." She left the store and casually walked towards the building.
Beyal was now sitting on the edge of the roof kicking his feet back and forth. Many people were looking up at the monk before them. The mayor of the town was even there trying to coax Beyal down, but the intimidating officers inayofuata to him with the handcuffs made his efforts fruitless.
Jinja tapped the mayor on the shoulder. "What is it young lady? I am very busy at the moment," alisema the old man gesturing to Beyal.
"I can see that, but I have an offer to make you," alisema Jinja. "I can get the boy off that roof and out of your town."
"Really?" asked the mayor. His wrinkled face lit up in hope.
"But only on the condition that those cops not lay a hand on him."
"You have a deal child, but if I ever see him around again he will be arrested."
Jinja and the mayor shook hands to finalize the deal. The mayor then led the townspeople and officers away. Beyal leapt to his feet.
"Where are wewe going?" he cried to the retreating people. "I thought we were having so much fun!" The monk crossed his arms and huffed.
"Beeeeyaaaaaalll!" cried Jinja. She waved her arms to get Beyal's attention.
Beyal's eyes brightened as he spotted Jinja. It was just him and Jinja. There were no other people in sight. "Hi Jinja, do wewe want to play with me too?"
At that moment Jinja felt sort of bad that she had to play Beyal like this. The boy wanted to have fun and be normal. Being a monk for an old man on a lonely temple must suck. The sugar high from the chokoleti was only bringing these desires out of the mild mannered teen that was too scared to say what he wanted. Sadly, there was a line between fun and causing trouble and Beyal crossed it. Jinja had to get him out of here before the mayor changed his mind about their deal. Jinja was not in the mood to knee adults in the face today.
"Not really, Beyal. I'm really tired from playing the combination of tag and hide-n-seek with wewe all day, but I have something special for you." Jinja held up the chokoleti which immediately caught Beyal's attention. "Come down and I'll give wewe some."
Beyal gracefully leapt down from the building. Avoiding the sharp glass the monk made his way to Jinja. When Beyal reached her Jinja wrapped an arm around his shoulders preventing him from escaping.
"Let's go someplace and share this. Just wewe and me," she offered.
"Beyal cocked his head to the side. "What about the others?"
"They'll catch up later."
Jinja quickly lead Beyal out of the town into the woods. They went deeper and deeper. The further they traveled she realized Beyal was crashing from his sugar high. He got much calmer and moved slower. Jinja saw he was turning a little green in his face. The chokoleti was making him nauseous.
Poor Beyal. Thought Jinja.
"Can we sit?" asked Beyal. The two sat up against a tree. Jinja pulled out a tracker from her pocket and pressed the button on top. Now the others could find them. Beyal whimpered and held his head. "What happened? All I remember is eating the Candy Dax gave me and now my head and stomach hurts."
Jinja lifted Beyal and placed him on her lap. Beyal rested his head on the larger girl's shoulder. Jinja stroked Beyal's face to comfort him.
"I'm sorry if I did something obscene," Beyal said. Jinja kissed the juu of his head.
"You did nothing too bad," she said. "We just can't go to that town ever again, au give wewe anymore chocolate."
Beyal looked up at her with wide, sad eyes. "Never again?" the monk asked.
"Well, in controlled amounts," Jinja explained.
Beyal fell asleep. The storm had finally calmed.
