“That’s another job completed. Well done.”
Sara turned to see Lysandre leaning against the door frame, surrounded by grunts. He clicked his fingers and they stepped forward quickly, retrieving the dead body before her. She had done the usual job; get rid of some annoying trainer, steal their Pokèmon for Team Flare, and walk out like nothing happened. Doing the same thing over and over again for almost three years had given her an edge on being neutral when it came to the odd ‘relationship’ she had to form with a trainer, or a person she had to get rid of. It was no big deal, really.
Brushing some of her dark fringe out of her face, Sara wiped the excess blood off her weapon, which had already stained her white undershirt. She didn’t need protection from weapons anymore, as guns were hard to come by, and all she had to do was dodge a knife and a fist or two.
“You could say that. Anything else you need me to do today?” Sara asked, returning her Zoroark to its Pokè Ball with a little praise.
“Actually, yes. Come with me to the Café, there’s someone important you need to meet,” Lysandre turned, his red hairstyle barely fitting itself through the door frame. Holding back a small snicker as she followed him out of the apartment, they walked out into a back alley, unfortunately running into the famed ‘Lumiose Gang.’
“Oi, what do ya think yer doin’ gettin’ in ‘ere, with ya fancy pants clothin’, huh?” a punk said, loitering around a corner. A small metal pole rest over his shoulder, and he brought it down, smirking as he twirled it quickly in front of him.
“If you would take care of them,” Lysandre gestured, stopping to let Sara get past him.
Slinking around him, Sara didn’t bother to bring out a Pokèmon, nor did she bring out a weapon. Provoking the punk, she landed a few quick punches before yanking the metal pole, leaving it to clang on the grotty stone tiling underfoot. The boy was at least a head taller than her, but not overly muscular; it didn’t take much to overpower him and knock him out.
“Anyone else up?” Sara motioned, chuckling to herself as a female gang member threw herself forward, earning an uppercut to the jaw.
In less than ten minutes, Sara had just over half a dozen unconscious punks lined up, sitting against the wall. The alley looked eerie, with the unconscious gang members heads lolling to one side as their bodies were lined up against the wall, some sitting forward over themselves.
Looking up to the sky, Sara had decided today was a dull day in Lumiose City; the clouds were rolling grey overhead and the air around the group was hot and sticky. Checking her Holo Caster before putting it back into her bag, Sara rummaged through it in the hopes of finding a stray chocolate bar to eat, unfortunately ending up with nothing. Her stomach rumbled quietly, one of the grunts turning back to her in concern.
“Are you needing food, Miss?” they asked, eyes covered behind their pair of mandatory orange sunglasses, which looked absolutely hideous.
“Something small, a snack would be helpful,” Sara said quickly.
“Of course. We’ll see to it when we get back to the Café.”
Waiting in the Café was a man, sitting haphazardly on a stool. He sipped his coffee quickly before turning to face her, their eyes meeting. It wasn’t the odd way he held his coffee cup, or his strange uniform that had caught her attention, it was his hair, styled as if he had horns at the back, with a perfectly cut fringe at the front, not to mention that all of it was blue. A little golden ‘G’ was embroidered on his shirt, she noticed as he turned.
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I Can Sell You Lies
FanfictionBased in the Kalos region, Sara Houhgrin is a seventeen-year-old caught up within the chaos and crime of Team Flare. Employed to do the dirty work for the criminal organisation, she constantly has to cook up new lies in order to protect herself and...