@SamJaz: @DigiDestined: @sarah morgan:
Taylor found the young brunette in green in a very sticky situation. She struggled against the mud, but the more she fought, the thicker it got.
Yep, she was screwed.
"Hey!" She shouted. "Thank goodness, gimme a hand!"
Taylor blinked, eyeing the girl up.
"Where's your pokemon?" He asked in a charismatic voice, stepping forward towards her and looking around.
"I lost it when the... when the pinsir were chasing me..." The girl said, and a slow terror fell upon her, adding to her already bad situation. "I lost my rental pokemon... And... my pokeballs..."
The girl stopped struggling, just standing there, waist deep in the mud, on the verge of breaking down into tears.
"I'll be expelled..." She realised. "As soon as I get out of here I'll be expelled..."
Taylor thought the situation over.
He could leave her here.
Or, he could be a nice guy and help out.
Well, nice guys finish last, so why should he?
Because he was the world's greatest looser.
"No, you're not." Taylor said, kneeling down at the edge of the mud pit. "I'm going to help you out of this, and then I'll catch a pokemon for you." He explained, speaking slowly and clearly while she hung onto every word. "It'll be hard, but if we work together we can catch enough pokemon for us both to pass and everything will be fine. But you'll have to do what I say and trust me."
The brunette looked at the young man.
He was pretty good looking, a bit skinny, but he had that determined look that told her he would never let her down.
She reached out her hand. "Okay." She said, calming down significantly. "My name's Yuki."
"Yuki." Taylor said, nodding. "That's a nice name, My name's Taylor."
"Taylor." She repeated, smiling.
Taylor stood up and brought his palms together, and what he did next would change Yuki's life forever.
Pulling his palms apart, a massive screw formed. It was a little thicker than a snooker cue, and once Taylor was finished, about as long. He flipped it in his hand, grabbing the sharp point, and held out the flat end towards Yuki.
She was astonished. "H-how did you..." She asked, her hands slowly moving towards the screw.
Taylor pulled the screw upwards at the last second, holding it above her head, just out of her reach.
Then his smile grew sinister.
[ TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF ]
Yuki blinked. "Wh-wha?!"
[ YOU CAN GET OUT OF THAT MUD MY WAY AND STAY IN SCHOOL, OR STAY THERE AND GET SENT HOME ]
[ YOUR CHOICE ]
Yuki was terrified.
She was disgusted.
Bringing her shaking, stained hands down, she slowly undid the buttons of her green blouse, gaining speed as she rushed the garment open and pulled it off her shoulder. "Like what you see then, huh?" She snapped, one hand covering her bra and the other holding onto the blouse.
[ PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE SLEEVES AND WRAP YOUR SHIRT TIGHT AROUND THEM ]
She blinked, then looked at the screw.
That spiral running around it... there was no way she could hold onto that with her bare hands. Even if she could grip it, it'd tear her flesh to pieces as he pulled her out.
Taylor really was trying to help.
"S-Sorry about that..." She said, wrapping the muddy cloth around her hands like he said, feeling a bit foolish. Within moments, the shirt was around her fists like a pair of handcuffs. "Ready." She said, holding them up above her head.
Taylor bent his legs, aiming the screw and hooking the wide head through her arms and pulling back to catch her wrists.
[ GOTCHA ]
Heaving with all his might, Taylor pulled. There was a squelching sound as Yuki was slowly lifted out of the mud, but Taylor's less than amazing physique meant that before Yuki was half-way out of the hole, she'd fallen flat on her face in the mud.
Pulling like a fisherman, Taylor dragged her through the mud and onto the shore, rolling her onto her back and wiping some of the mud from her face.
[ YOU OKAY? ]
Taylor asked her, to which she slowly nodded.
"Yeah... thank you..."
[ DO YOU TRUST ME? ]
Yuki nodded again, a bit subdued from the experience.
[ WANNA GO CATCH SOME POKÉMON? ]
Yuki nodded, gettiing to her feet and wiping the worst of the mud off her chest before she started to untangle her shirt.
Then she felt Taylor's hand on her thigh. "HEY!"
[ JUST HELPING GET THE MUD OFF BEFORE IT HARDENS. ] Taylor pointed out.
Yuki glared, then slowed down her breathing. "Oh... thanks..."
This guy was weird.
But he saved her.
And he was going to help her stay in school.
She needed to give this guy the benefit of the doubt more.
Down below her waistline, Taylor grinned.
He'd scouted her weaknesses and manipulated them perfectly.
By the end of the day, Yuki would be one of his most devoted followers.
The first of his special class in this school.
Class Minus 13.