The moment his third pokemon has returned back to its ball I can feel the compulsion come over me and it’s actually even stronger than the need to stare at the sun in the morning. That one I’m aware of what’s going on and I can try to do something about it, but it will eventually result in me looking up at it. Looking at the sun is like trying to hold your breath. It’ll happen eventually but it can be delayed. This compulsion, however. I don’t even know how I got over to him. There is a gap in my memory regarding that. I remember hitting the rat and the ball sucking it back up and the next instant that I’m aware of my teeth are wrapped firmly around the kid’s arm and I can taste blood. But at this point there really isn’t anything else I can do about it. I pull away as gently as I can and start heading back towards Maria, knowing full well what sort of experience he must be feeling at this exact moment. Maria comes out casually from her hiding space, looking rather proud of herself for some reason as I hear the kid say the pokemon.

“Pikachu!”

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