He hasn't been at home all day, nor has been in the front yard; Glaceon knew. But he didn't try to find him, or argue to Alex, taking care of Sorrel, asking when he's coming back. He just either kept quiet or say, "He'll come back eventually" repeatedly. Glaceon didn't know exactly why Luke was out for so long, but he had an idea of it. Besides, he saw that Luke's cigarettes are missing from the corner of the counter. It's been awhile since he had seen the cigarettes gone, hard for him to remember since a lot has been done in a short amount of time, of his time; but seeing that they're missing, Luke must've took them for a long time out of the house.
Maybe he has been smoking throughout the past few days Glaceon thought, looking at the counter where the sticks once stood, or lied, maybe I wasn't checking enough. He thought about it for a moment then concluded Eh, whatever. He turned away from the counter, not thinking about Luke or the sticks anymore.
He inhaled the stick, and exhaled to the air. It's been awhile since he last smoked, not remembering when he did. It tasted different that he tried to remember. It's getting close to the filter; he doesn't smash it with his foot since the soles are sensitive. He threw it to the lake in front of him; it landed in the water with barely any sound, floating on the water. He charges aura into his paw and releases it at the water where the filter lay, or at least where it used to lay. The explosion of the aura made a wave at the water, not high enough to get him on land. It was probably best not to tell him what I would with the money… Luke thought …or even bring up the whole thing from the start.
He sits down not because he was standing too long, but for standing long enough. Sitting down outside on the grass he hasn't done before; at least he can remember of. The only times he can remember sitting down was in his couch inside of his house, relaxing most of the time, watching the television. Huh…why do I hardly sit down? He thought to himself. He looks up to the sunset, then eventually to the water droplets still hanging around the air; they blend in to the air, being just bulges of shines in midair. He hasn't seen the water like this before; just as regular clear drops crashing down from the sky.
Luke gets distracted by the drops of water that he forgets his current thought; instead, he thinks up a new thought. The mist of water fades away, revealing the sun alone. When was the last time I ever cried? Luke wondered. He doesn't see the mist of the water, reflecting off of the sun, but remembers it. When was the last time he cried for something he loved and cared? Has he really been careless and emotionless most of his life? Have I?
Luke takes out the carton and flicked his wrist to open the carton. He saw that they were only about 3 left in it. He flicks his wrist again and puts away the carton. I should save them for later he thought if I ever use them again…
He looked up at the sunset, seeing that the sun is hiding more behind the water in front of it. His thoughts are all over the place; too many for him to control and answer. Trying to solve them one by one will take time; time that can't be shoved until the night comes in.
"You seem to have a lot in your mind right now." Luke turns to who's talking to him: Jessica. She's standing up beside Luke.
"Oh, uh," Luke started, "Yeah…arguments with Alex really got me thinking…" Luke responded.
"Of what?" Jessica sat down beside Luke.
"Just…a lot."
"Well, whatever it is…" Jessica turned to the sunset, "you can get it through."
"Maybe… just probably not as soon as I want it to be." Jessica turned to Luke.
"You really don't like to think and reflect on stuff…do you?"
"No… I don't deal with that kind of stress. I just…I just… I just avoid it, not wanting any stress."
"Have you dealt with any stress?"
"Other than being the guardian of Alex, no; not really." Jessica looked around, thinking what to say.
"Sorry if you can't think of a reason," Luke said in a flat voice, "You don't need to say anything; you weren't involved in anything."
"No Luke, we can work this out. If you don't want this stress anymore, we can get this over with." Luke looked down at the grass, wondering of what he should say.
"Hm, alright… But I don't know how we could finish this up…"
"I know a way…" The voice was faint, but enough for Luke to hear. He turned to the voice. He couldn't see who it was; the silhouette of the Pokémon was not enough to figure it out.
Luke stood up, seeing if standing up could help him identify the Pokémon; it really didn't it.
He ran forward to the Pokémon, charging his aura in one of his paws. Halfway reaching towards the silhouette, a purple sphere slammed Luke away. He fell down to a thump.
"Luke!" Jessica yelled. She ran in front of Luke who was still trying to get up.
"Jessica!" Luke yelled out, "What are you doing?"
"I don't want to see you get hurt!"
"Jessica get out—I don't want to see you get hurt!"
"I don't want you to get killed!" Luke stared in Jessica in silence; he turned to the silhouette, which was walking forward towards them in a fast pace. "I've known you for a while now… and you fulfill my life. I didn't think I would find anyone I would want to be with, until I met you!" Luke still kept silence. He looked at the silhouette, seeing that it's really close to them; it's having a purple sphere in front of it, charged up. "I would protect you in any way possible… even if it means to sacrifice my own life."
"Oh really?" the silhouette asked in a low voice, enough to where only itself can hear it.
"Now go! Don't worry if anything happens to me!" Luke looked at Jessica then. She turned to him, "Go!"
This frightened Luke a little bit. He ran off, not daring to look back.
Jessica then looked at the silhouette, and blacked out. She didn't know what happened next.
From what Luke was looking at, stopping at a safe distance, she was thrown into the water. The Pokémon that attacked Jessica stands to where she once stood. The Pokémon is still a silhouette to where Luke is standing; he sees that it walks over to the cliff of the water. The sun has been set low enough to barely see the actions done.
The Pokémon looks at the water, and charges off the sphere. It goes through the water; eventually, it makes an explosion in the water. It stares at the water, seeing if Jessica comes back up. It stands long enough to conclude she's been gone now; no air bubbles come up to the surface. It walks away without emotion. It stops eventually, and looks over to where Luke is.
Luke knows it's looking at him; he runs off using Quick Attack, hoping he won't get caught by it.
He stops, assuming he's safe from the silhouetted Pokémon. He looks around, noticing the night above him. He slowly walks over to the nearest tree he could find; about twice his size. He lies his head on the tree, still standing. Closing his eyes, he tries to forget the incident.
First try: he still remembers it clearly. He closes his eyes with more force.
Second try: he can still remember most of it. He tries harder one more time.
Third try: it all came back to him.
Luke opens his eyes and brings his head back up. He punches the tree, almost cracking it in half. He looks down, closing his eyes again; a few tears running down his face. He can't catch his breath; stress overcoming him. One of the few times Luke has become emotion to someone he loved.
He yells up, loud enough to hurt his vocal cords. Some of the bird Pokémon that was around flew away from the loud noise, now flying up in the dark sky. Why did have to be this way? Luke wondered. Who the FUCK would do this…?