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Notes: <> for telepathy, ** for thoughts, italics if a pokemon talks
Chapter 7
Having Raichu around was certainly different from having Pikachu, but on the plus side, all of the harshness of the earlier rat’s temperament had mellowed out…
She and Lance sat in the stands and watched as trainers competed for the chance to face the current Champion. Red was not quite sure why they were bothering, but decided not to comment.
Ah, that girl over there had potential. Her name was Rose, and she wasn’t doing badly with her team of Vileplume, Butterfree, Nidorina, and Cloyster…
It was an odd combination.
Well, in any case, she stifled a yawn as the last match finished. Two more days…
Lance shook her head. There was no one outstanding enough to watch this year. Even as the finals rolled around, once again between two young boys – Jack and Todd, she was not interested.
Todd won.
Red went down to face him, and almost sighed in exasperation. Todd had a team of Poliwhirl, Pichu, Fearow, Venusaur, and Snorlax. It was obvious he was trying to mimic her ‘winning team’.
But still, what to do? What to do?
She used Aero and Gyara only, and enjoyed watching his confident pose at the beginning slump into defeat.
Worthless.
She was not quite prepared, however, for him to rush her outside after the match. Panic quickly escalated as he pulled out a weapon.
Surely he wasn’t going to…!
He was, it looked like. He had one hand gripping the front of her shirt tightly, and as he raised the knife up, Red released her pokemon.
Aerodactyl screamed and fired a Hyper Beam straight into his face at point blank range. He sailed back and thumped into a building twenty feet away.
Red smoothed down her shirt and jacket, breathing heavily.
That bastard…
She did not care that she had just hurt a human. Fear was still pumping adrenaline through her veins.
“Are you all right?” Lance’s voice cut in behind her a few minutes later, as she huddled with Aeroy in a corner. “It’s time for the – Red? Are you all right?”
She took in the tear tracks on Red’s face, and the blood on the fossil pokémon, and held out her arms.
Red flung herself into Lance’s arms, tears running down her face. Lance cast a glare at the few onlookers that were heading this way, and they wisely backed away.
“Shh… it’s all right now, Red.”
Professor Oak pushed himself to the front of the gathering crowd. “What happened?”
“I should think it was obvious, Grandfather.” Green scowled. “Who was it?”
“Todd, I believe.” Lance said softly, but enough to cause a chill to run through the crowd, especially when an onlooker spotted the crumpled form of the champion challenger lying against a building with blood running down his face.
Oak sighed. “The media will be all over this in moments. Will you take Red home – er, what was your name again, young lady?”
Lance swept a curtsy. “Catelyn.”
“Catelyn, take Red home, will you?”
“Of course.” She loaded Red securely on Aeroy and climbed on after. Aeroy had grown larger as the years had passed, and could hold two people comfortably now.
They flew off.
Back home, Lance stripped Red of her clothing, and steered her into the shower, following. She carefully soaped every area of her friend’s body, hearing her sigh as tense energy ebbed slightly.
Afterwards, Red sat in her Pichu-print pajamas, sipping hot chocolate and wrapped in a blanket.
“Red?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you … any better?” Lance hedged cautiously.
Red sighed and took another gulp of her hot chocolate. “I think so. I mean, he did not actually get to do anything to me yet, but still!”
She shuddered.
Those ugly, mauling, grasping hands, on her chest… she shuddered.
“I…I think he knows my secret.”
Lance flinched. “Oh no…”
She would have to do something about that tonight. There was no sense in making Red worry.
On the other hand, Aeroy had hit him pretty hard. If they were lucky, he would not wake again…
Was assault justifiable for murder?
Red finally fell asleep, after Lance had made her more hot chocolate and slipped sleep powder in. While she was out, the Dragon Master and her Aerodactyl flew to Indigo Plateau on silent wings.
If Todd were still alive, they would take care of the problem.
Red sleepily dreamed yet again. She woke up screaming, and Lance instantly rushed to her side.
“Are you all right?”
“Of course I’m not all right! I nearly got raped tonight!”
Lance nodded. “Would you like me to stay here with you tonight then?”
“Yes please…”
Lance shrugged, kicked off her fuzzy bunny slippers, and climbed onto the bed. She had been sleeping in Red’s parent’s room, but if Red preferred to sleep in here… well, the bed was a bit of a tight fit but they would manage.
Red sighed as she snuggled up next to Lance.
It was… surprisingly comfortable. And she didn’t feel any choking fear.
Lance was safe.
Lance would not hurt her like that stupid boy!
Yes, it was much safer to fall in love with another girl. That way you would not get hurt…
She sighed, and was soon fast asleep.
End Chapter
Completed 7/14/06
Yes, I know Red has weird reasoning. And she does like Lance… in that way. And neither of them had typical childhoods *Cough let’s go destroy the world cough*
Hope ya like, Darkest!
… Lance wears fuzzy bunny slippers. I just thought it would fit?