Just a Matter of Time.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or Cynthia's creepiness. She is a crazed psychopath. Also, in this fic, Ramira never existed...Just pretend...
Elite Four Building: January 21.
Tonight was the night. The night when Joy would die and Lucian would belong to Cynthia. Girls with Joy's sweet demeanor were always the hardest to kill, Cynthia had the knife, and Joy was asleep, Lucian's hands around her waist, hard to kill, but worth it. Cynthia touched Joy's chest lightly with the point of the knife and gradually pressed harder, until blood began to show next to the girl's white skin.
"This is it, Joy Parker." Cynthia growled, and finally killed her. Joy went completely limp in Lucian's hands, blood splattered everywhere, but the best place it dropped was Cynthia's hands. It made it look like she had disposed of the little ingrate with her bare hands.
"She had a matter of time. And that was it. So it was just a matter of time until she got what was coming." Cynthia hissed, and at that moment, Lucian's eyes shot open.
"You killed her."
"You never really loved her, right?"
"You're the one I never really loved."
"You can love me now."
"No."
"Lucian, I still have the knife, and you're being defiant."
"You'd be doing me a favor."
"Aren't we being negative..."
"Then kill yourself."
"Lucian, you're smart, what led you to believe I would commit suicide when I'm so Joyful?"
"Don't try to-"
"Shut your mouth and take off your shirt."
"No."
"I have the knife, Lucian, don't make me kill you."
"I loved Joy."
"You haven't shed a tear."
"You're too much of a sick sociopath to cry over."
"Aw."
"I'm not a child."
"Oh, yeah, and I feel bad for Joy. She deserved it, that little-"
"I'll kill you." Lucian pulled a gun out of his pillowcase,
"You wouldn't. You're against violence."
"I was. Until I saw what you did." Lucian raised the gun.
*SHOT*
Cynthia was buried with Joy. And it was just a matter of time before something like that would happen again.
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Just a matter of time.