Unpredictable (Pokémon Fanfic)

5.1

Lisian's P.O.V

You dislike this. This entire situation is not ideal in any sense of the word. If it were up to you, it would be over. Quickly and efficiently. However, you have someone you must report back to. They would not like your method of handling this. Too quick. That is your only guess

If it had been up to you, there would have been no way this situation would have even arose in the first place. But alas, no one wants to listen to you. Someone apparently too young to understand the complexities of politics and diplomacy. Yet that seems to be overlooked when you are wanted to do their bidding. Idiots. All of them.

Regardless of what they feel or even how you feel, you are here now.

Lance. He is a well-spoken man. He speaks with a commanding voice, confident with little hesitation. Intimidating, you could say. He knows what he wants and he expects to get it. You picked up on that during your first meeting. Unfortunately for him, you are a similar way. Intimidation does not work on you. No. You turn that against them.

This is your second formal meeting. At his home. An intimidation tactic. You do not care. Being home only makes him more comfortable. It does not affect you.

He talks to you about Peridot. Oh, that poor child. He has no idea what he's gotten himself into. Neither do you. You do not know where he is. You cannot. You are not allowed. He is safe though. With Jasper. You do not let Lance know this. For his own protection. Though he knows very well what the death of an important figure could bring, Jasper is not above killing if it is to protect his friend. You can protect one. Temporarily.

Lance's voice has become a dull droning in your head. Like most voices. You do not hear his voice, only feel it. The words are not important. You can still answer. Autopilot. That's what you call it. Meaningless words are distracting. You are to be focused at all times. It is your job. The job of a killer. . .

And just like that, the job is in sight. She doesn't notice. Of course not. You only take quick, half-second glances at her. She can't detect that. She's watching though. Watching you.

Your eyes lock. Dangerous. You are not supposed to look for long. In her eyes you see brokenness, fear, primal emotion. Strange. That is not a common thing you see.

She could've been dead by now. Most don't get to see you for long. That's not your job. Only dead people ever look you in the eye. You must remember that. She is dead. She has to be. For what she did. For what she's caused.

She's gone.

For now. Skittish, that one. And dangerous. Not a nice combination. From what you can tell, it has gotten hundreds of thousands of people in trouble. Imagine that. A frightened little girl causing so many deaths. All because she was scared and alone. . .

Look at what you've done Lisian. No. She is an enemy. She has hurt you. The person you have known forever. The only one that was there. That understood. That accepted. That only person is gone now. Vera. Your sister. Your tether, severed by her.

Do not call her a frightened little girl. Do not say she was scared. Do not blame others. It was her.

She ran away. She's always running. Who else has tried to run? Who ran from her? Everyone did, but no one got away. Poor thing. . .

Dammit Lisian! You humanized her. Rule number one. Your job. You do not do that. You find. You kill. You leave. Three step process. But what did Vera once tell you. You must help those who need it.

Justify. You are not supposed to do that. You cannot justify murder. You do not get that luxury. But you do it anyway. Since she is so human to you now.

Save her. With a bullet. Make it quick. You do not want to. You want her to suffer. Like Vera did. You could feel it when Vera did. You want her to share the pain. But now you cannot do that.

So now you save her with a bullet. Quick. Click. Then light's out. Yes. Now you save her. You can save one. You can save one guaranteed. Even if it is her.

So now listen to the drone of Lance's voice. Pay no mind. Stay focus. Wait. The time will come. Remember. You looked her in the eye. Only the dead can look you in the eye.

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Short but I had fun writing this. I wanna keep Lisian more of a mystery though. And also transition from the previous chapter into the next (that's mostly what other people's pov's are for).

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

Bye!