Tyrogue's story Part 1
Posted by Halo on 2002-04-17 12:18:52, Wednesday|
Hello, as promised in a brief note earlier last week, I shall begin my account of my time with one of my fondest yf's. (For information, Tyrogue is a name of a Pokemon character from Gold/Silver & Crystal versions, who evolves into either Hitmonchan, Hitmonlee or Hitmontop, depending on it's stats at Level 20.) Tyrogue had a reputation of being a mini crimewave, he and his mate "Slowpoke" (another Pokemon name), used to terrorise neighbours by breaking windows and other thefts, but due to their age were practically untouchable by the Police. I was 20 at the time I met him properly, I was returning home from work and had just missed my bus, when they ran up to me asking me to hide them from a group of boys they'd just been taunting & were after them. We popped into McD's and sat down for a while before heading home. The journey home on the bus was a bit of a nightmare, Tyrogue would lean out of one of the windows, spitting & shouting at innocent passers by. Eventually he settled down & I got talking to him. "So tell me about yourself I said", not knowing that the story that followed would haunt me for the rest of that week. He was from a troubled background, he was the oldest (at 10yrs), of 6 kids in his family & was the only boy. His natural father was currently in prison he believed on possible armed robbery charges or similar. He had not seen his dad for 6 years. He told me that at the age of 4 his dad took him away from his mother during a fight in which she received a knife wound across her chest (which she recovered from) & kept him locked in a room for days without food until, he ran away & returned to his mum's home. They subsequently left the area. After getting off the bus, in a small state of shock, I left them in the local town centre & made my way home. The next time I saw him was after just returned from watching "The Client" at the local cinema, a good film to prepare me for the times ahead that were to come. Tyrogue & Slowpoke were sitting outside a petrol garage, smoking and asking for a "penny for the guy" (with Guy Fawkes Day approching). They laughed & joked between themselves & occasionally passed controversial & sometimes racial comments to people who wouldn't give them money. I sat down with them for a while & eventually hung around with them as they walked the streets to see what they got up to. The evening consisted of them throwing stones at windows with me at a very safe distance (as I said to them that I wanted no part in their actions) and a late night prank on the local superstore's carwash which set off an alarm & sent me running in the wrong direction. It was getting quite late at night, when we met up again & Tyrogue insisted on us using false names if we were approched by passers by. The next event would haunt me for the next few weeks & left me looking over my shoulder everywhere I went. We settled down by the deliveries entrance of the superstore and talked for a while, then a dark figure emerged at the entrance. Tyrogue said "oh no it's my dad". "your dad" I replied "I thought he was inside? "Not him" said Tyrogue "my step-dad". This well built figure approched walked up to Slowpoke and sharply struck him across the face, saying "I told you to keep away from him". Quick thinking Tyrogue said to me "Run quick". In my fear & panic I had no hesitation but to hastily get the heck out of their probably in fear of my life. Thankfully both boys were unscathed by this incident, but my nerves were not in such a good state. To be continued.... |
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