Unpredictable (Pokémon Fanfic)

4.3

Another day, another meaningless task Lance has me completing. Well, not meaningless. I don't necessarily mind being the one to take care of his Pokémon. I just feel that he should be the one to do it. Besides, I have my own Pokémon to take care of, and I refuse to neglect her for Lance's. But that's my job. Taking care of his Pokémon, not neglecting mine, I mean.

Speaking of mine, Averie is very obviously uncomfortable having to be with Lance. I can understand concern, but I feel like she's reaching levels of paranoia. I mean, not everyone is out to hurt her. And while I don't trust Lance, I feel that he'd go through quite a few steps before physically harming me.

Anyway, he has me feeding all of his "dragons" (they're not all dragons). They eat a lot. And I was never actually trained in how to handle Dragon-types. I don't even really like them all that much. Either way, that task takes at least thirty minutes just to set up. Then I have to wait for them to finish so I can clean. That's what I'm doing now— sitting with Averie, watching Lance's "dragons" eat. But I don't plan on staying much longer.

You see, Lance is meeting with someone today and I want to listen in. Surprisingly enough, Lance is very transparent with me. He told me that they'll be discussing me. I don't know what exactly they'll be talking about though.

I lift Averie onto my shoulder. I've noticed she doesn't like to be carried nowadays. Looking over to Lance's Pokémon, they seem distracted enough not to notice me slipping out. Good. Last thing I need is one following us.

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Lance's house isn't very large, but that isn't helpful. It's easy to hide in large places. Am I afraid of being caught? Not necessarily. I know if he sees me, he'll change how he talks. I don't want that. I need to know exactly what's going on.

I round the corner to the area Lance and his guest are in. I can hear the muffled sounds of him talking. They're in a sort of sunroom. Window and white wood frame the entire area of the room. I get closer, trying to stay just out of sight of the sliding doors of the room. There are chairs and other such seats inside, though neither Lance, nor his guest are sitting.

Lance's back is towards me, meaning that the guest's face is in my general eyesight. It's Lisian. That was her name, right? Yes, Lisian. The one with Jasper. What is Lance talking to her about me for?

She's saying side to side, eyes unfocused on Lance. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was zoned out. But I know better. Despite not looking at Lance, she's observing the area. From what I can see of her eyes, her sharp gaze is flitting everywhere. She's searching for something. I wonder wha—

She sees me. Shit. She sees me, and she's not looking away. It was me. She was looking for me. I want to shrink back, to disappear behind the wall I thought was hiding me in the first place. But, there's something about her. Her demeanor, her stance, her eyes.

Her eyes are so. . . unnerving. Every twitch of her pupil seems to bore into me more, every shift of her iris contemplating, every fleck of gold within the dark brown calculating my every move. She's still searching.

Slightly, ever so slightly, her eyes narrow. Or did I just imagine that? Hell, is she even looking at me anymore? I can feel my heartrate pick up, my breathing quickens. No. No. No no no no no! I have to run. I have to leave now!

I back up. I can't see her, but I can feel her eyes looking at me. I can feel them all looking at me. From everywhere. I have to run! I need to escape now!

So that's exactly what I'm going to do.

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I know, very short this week. It was either this or nothing though. All of my good ideas are for later or in someone else's point of view for some reason. And it would be weird to just jump to those ideas from this point in the story.

Y'know I was seconds from just not publishing this week, but then I was like hey, what if someone looks forward to this story every week? I don't know if this is true or not, but if it it, thanks so much for reading my bullshit! You're encouraging me to try and actually get good at writing!

Anyway, that's all for me. See you next week!

Bye!