Chapter 10: Wishing luck

CHAPTER X

WISHING LUCK

As Gary took the first step off the second flight of stairs, he hears a familiar voice, "Hello, Garrison." He froze, chills went down his back.

Suddenly, a pocket sized Tiki Bison came down so fast, he flew right into Garry's head, tumbled through the impact, recovered, then jumped toward me, crying out, "Your still here!" followed by nuzzling in the face.

"Hehe, I miss you, ya' lil' fuzzball," I say while tickling his stomach. He giggles like a baby. I then toss him up and he lands on my shoulder, sitting like a dog.

Tiki Bison apologized to Gary for running into him, "It's fine, bud. I'm more concerned with your owner."

Gary pointed to me as he mentioned me, his face with a bitter expression.

Tiki Bison glanced up at my face.

"Why does everyone look subject me as a freak?" I said innocently.

The bison hugs my neck while glaring at Gary, "He hasn't hurt you, has he?" As if to answer his own question, he waltzed over to Gary, as if on an invisible bridge, and took a chomp out of his aura, which he swished in his mouth before swallowing. He then pated the fruit salesman on the head, "It's ok, I know your scared."

"Ah, it's ok bud, thanks. But I think 'our friend' here wanted to speak to me."

I patted my shoulder, gesturing for him to sit, like he loves to do, which he does. "You’re a good man Garrison, struggling to make ends need," I said as I close my eyes and sighed. "Reality has become a battleground of constant social and economic struggles."

"Ha! Ain't that the truth. I'm fighting for my life just for a few coins, even me family don’t know of it," The merchant said.

"I know you've been through more, more than your mouth will allow you to reveal. I'm…I'm sorry…"

Garry was scared, he never seen me sad. He shook it off as I had a rough day and the little he knew of my past was getting to me. "I-I'll be fine."

Tiki Bison said to me telepathically, "Must it be this way?"

"Yes, I'm sorry to say this is the most effective way." I responded telepathically.

"But I can save him," said the tiny bison.

"This is the best way for OUR goal, remember? Just because the team voted me as leader doesn't mean I'm a stereotypical leader." I told him

The buffalo sighed in defeat, "I'm sorry, I meant no offence."

I lowered my head and chuckled, "Your childishness astounds me yet." I then proceeded by tossing him an apple.

His eyes widened as he gasped and charged the falling apple, wrapped his legs around it, like a claw, then carried the apple to a nearby table, like a bird carrying a fish.

I turned again to Gary, pause then walk passed him, "Good luck," I say as I raise my hand, signifying my departure. Tiki Bison saw this, flipped the apple on his back, and chased after.

Gary tried shrugging off his meeting with the powerful being, myself, for he was confused at the shortness of their encounter. Then, he went to get ready for his fight. In preparation, he did tasks such as: polished and sharpened his pitchfork, shined his makeshift helmet that was made from a dented bucket, stretched, and thought confidently to raise his morale. He then waited at one of gates that encompassed the urban pit of conflict, being more scared than eager, to get this over with.