[BOOK 2 - Female Yandere Lopunny] She Loves Me Not

Part 8 | Shards

Ian's stony expression quickly turns to that of anger when he lays eyes on Lopunny. Looking at her, he doesn't see a Pokémon — he sees a killer who took his precious sister away from him.

You meet Ian's eyes as he slowly reaches over into his bedside table to retrieve something.

No, you want to say. Don't do it.

"You," is all Ian says as he very carefully pulls a switchblade from his table. Lopunny's hands tense up on your shoulders, squeezing them hard and causing you to wince a little as she senses overflowing danger coming from the boy.

"You," Ian says again. "You monster."

You can't see it, but Lopunny is grinning.

"Lo-pun?"

"Cut the crap! You're not some normal type of Pokémon! You're a..."

He trips on his words, unable to find the right one to describe just how awful Lopunny is. Ian stutters a moment, balling his fist.

"A demon! Some kind of hell spawn!"

Your heart aches at this moment. What he's saying is true — Lopunny takes on both the voice and characteristic of an unholy being. You can't help but think you were the one who made her like that.

Ian lunges forward, his voice filled with rage for his late sister as he takes his switchblade and aims the tip at Lopunny. You startle, pushing your Pokémon — if you can even call her that anymore — away from his strike. Lopunny does not flinch or attempt to make any sort of facial expression. It's like she knows this was going to happen.

"Ian!" you cry, shielding Lopunny from him. He stops dead in his tracks, his eye twitching, his knuckles turning white as he grasps firm the blade.

"What the hell are you doing?" he says, pointing the blade at you now. "Why are you protecting that thing all of a sudden? You said—!"

"I know what I said, okay?!" You try to defuse the situation because you know if your plan of eliminating Lopunny is revealed now, Lopunny will not hesitate to defend herself earlier than you want her to.

"Just calm down," you add, but Ian's eyes, full of grief and agony, fail to see into your logic.

"No!" he shouts, his voice cracking. "She killed my sister! To hell with you if you think I'm gonna let you defend her any longer!" Before you know it, Ian is wildly slashing at you. You put your arms up in defense, wincing as the blade strikes the side of your hand and a clean spill of blood trickles from the cut.

Lopunny takes notice of this, and somehow you feel her energy fill the room. This is the first time you've felt this, and for what? Because someone hurt you? Is that all it took to truly set her off? Her crimson eyes lock onto the sight of your blood, seemingly activating her.

A blast of air circulates from behind you as Lopunny zips forth, bringing her knee up to Ian's chin and cracking the poor boy's bone with whatever ungodly power she wields. You can even hear the break in his jaw.

An ugly, bloodcurdling crack.

Ian goes limp as the impact comes, the now-bloody blade in his hand falling to the ground with a slight clank. He, too, falls to his back and lets out a horrible moan.

"No! Stop!" You try to order Lopunny, but you're unable to get through to her. She begins to cross the room and approach Ian once more. Doing the only thing you can think of, you grab onto her arm and attempt to yank her back. She huffs, unfazed by your weakness. Her arm swings out at you swiftly, not only freeing itself from your hold but also connecting with your jaw. The slap echoes through the house, and Lopunny proceeds on her path to finish Ian.

"Do something, then," Ian says, beginning to sit up. His words are barely comprehensible. The pain in his jaw must be excruciating, and yet he risks the pain to confront his sister's killer.

"Do something," he repeats, looking bitterly into the Pokémon's eyes. "You... freak. You... devil."

He gets to his feet, balling his fists again.

"You took my sister away from me," he says. "You took... every—"

He is cut off quickly by another powerful strike by Lopunny. This time he is sent crashing into the window behind him, breaking through it until only the glass shards remain.

Ian's body drops from this second-story window. Only two seconds later do you hear a thud and the sound of his back cracking on the ground below.

You only stand at the back of the room and stare. You're in such shock that you can't even scream.

Lopunny calmly looks out of the window at the boy, her victim that she'd so cleanly dealt with. You couldn't tell if she was just proud of herself or simply in awe that it was just that easy.

"Ian," is the only word you can muster. It barely comes out in a whisper as reality sets in. Your friend is dead. Lopunny has taken yet another life... for your sake.

She turns away from the broken window and smiles as if nothing ever happened.

"Are you hurt, Master?" she asks, coming back to face you. Her eyes linger on your bloody wound. "I'm sorry I didn't deal with him sooner. If I acted faster, you wouldn't have gotten this cut on your arm..."

You just look up into her horridly bloodthirsty eyes. Her lips have curled into an unsettling smile.

"Ian..."

Your voice feels weak. Any minute now, you're going to faint.

But Lopunny couldn't be happier.

"Don't worry, Master! I took care of him — just for you." She bends down and cups your cheek in her palm. "You're safe now. Don't you feel safe?" Her grip on your skin tightens. The look in her eyes is psychotic. "Tell me I make you feel safe. I do, don't I? Don't I make you so proud?"

No... no, you don't...

"Don't you love me, Master?"

No... I don't... not anymore.

"Why so silent, Master? The boy isn't a threat anymore. I protected you. I did good. I did good, didn't I?"

For the first time, you work yourself up to finally respond to her horrible preaching. You take a breath and speak directly to her face. You firmly shout the only word that makes her lose her smile.

"No."

[ Author's Note : It's been months since the last chapter released. Sorry, everyone. I'm writing this now to inform you the story will be concluding in the next few parts, and they should all release in the next two months. No more long breaks from me. Thanks, y'all. ]