James' number has come up. It's me who's going to claim the
prize, not my tramp lookalike, not ever again. But that tramp
lookalike wouldn't have been a problem if I had treated him right in
the first place. Why was I so stupid? Noone likes to be whipped,
noone likes to be stalked and tortured. Why did I do it? I guess
because I was trying to get him to realize if he stayed with me, the
torturing would end. It didn't work as I had planned. I remember
when we were just little, after my parents kicked me out of the
house. They hadn't wanted a kid, it was an accident. That's all I
was to them, an accident. My father just didn't make enough money for
himself, my mother, and me. A three year old accident, that's all I
was to them. Why should he pay for his mistakes? I remember how
James' parents found me wandering around the street, all roughed up.
They took me in. I'll never know why, they haven't shown an ounce of
compassion since. How could they have seen marriage material in a
little street girl that had a torn dress and tangled hair? I acted
terrible for them, I remember it distinctly. It's hard not to act the
only way you were taught, after all. They HAD to send me away, to
that retched boarding school. I acted terrible there, too. They soon
fixed that. I spent 5 years in boarding school, when the target years
were two. I bet they were glad to see me go finally. I was deemed
worthy by someone though, for the first time in my life. That made me
feel good. When I came back, I was an eight year old lady. I wonder
where my childhood went? No dollies and play tea parties for me.
Real tea parties and a bunch of stuffed shirt hags telling me how to
act at them. Those were my dollies. I got back, and James' parents
loved me. I was finally marriage material. They let me around their
son. There again, I acted the way I was taught at the school. Whips
were part of daily life. I would make people cringe if they ever saw
how many scars were all over my body from the hours of torture they
put me through there. James' parents approved. After all, they're
the ones that gave the whip to me. They wanted James to see his
destiny was inevitable. James was a dreamer, that's one of the
things I loved about him. Of course, his parents never did, how could
a dreamer get hands on their money? He might *gasp* give it to
charity or someone who needs it! James' spirits needed broken. I was
just the lady for the job. Or that's what they thought. In all
actuality, I should love them. If not for them, I'd be living on the
street, something I'm thoroughly convinced would've killed me. They
took me in, they gave me clothes, they sent me off to an uncaring
boarding school who sucked all the childhood out of me. They let me
come back to their house, let me be around their son, promised me
they'd give me their fortune when they died and I was married to their
son. They gave me a whip and told me to break his spirits. To
destroy his dreams. Things I never had. Accidents, I've come to
believe, don't have feelings. That belief came largely from their
counseling and from my 'dollies' at the boarding school. Yes, I
really should love them like parents. I put on a convincing show,
however. Sometimes I just want to take the whip... I can't loose my
happy thoughts. If I do that, I'll end up where my type should've
ended up in the first place. The only other time I thought I saw
caring and love for us, other than when they took me in, was one year
when they decided it might be fun to celebrate Christmas. I got my
beloved Oddish. James got Growlie. I think that was the one day
where he wasn't afraid of me. We took them out, and we played in the
snow, we had a good time. I think that was the only day of childhood
I had. Maybe him too. After that, I used a combination of Stun Spore
and the whip to keep him in line. That Growlithe learned to hate me,
he chased me around whenever I got anywhere near James after awhile.
So his parents built him a doghouse and told James he wasn't to be
allowed out. Of course James broke that rule frequently, but Growlie
never chased me after that. He knew I was not to be tangled with. I
remember the day I drove James off. I was chasing him, trying to teach
him how to be a gentleman like his parents wanted. He finally just
snapped. I can't blame him. I wanted to run away right after him. I
really did love him, even at that age. I wanted to get away just as
desperately as he did. He was the closest thing I had to a human
friend. Sure, I had Oddish, but I wanted someone to talk to. I had
something almost close to that, her name was Constance. She went to
the same boarding school I did. But she was a frail little thing, a
hemophiliac, and she bled to death from the whippings. I never got
close to anyone after that. I got angry at James after he left. How
could he leave me alone with HIS parents, the living demons? They
weren't MY parents... But I guess I wanted to leave the boarding
school after they whipped me so much, too. That place probably gave
me a taste for it in the first place. After all, it looked like they
were enjoying it, so I decided I would too. I grew up and aged, I was
treated as a porcelain doll, too fine to touch or let out. I grew to
be a fine young lady, in his parents eyes. I almost went insane
living with them alone. The only distraction I had was when I was
training my Oddish. I got it to grow into a Vileplume. Of course,
the Leaf stone was provided by the evil couple I live with. I
remember how happy I was when James finally came back. I thought the
scheme was a little underhanded, but if it brings James back, it'll
break the monotony of living with his parents. I remember that woman
he was with. Who knew that James would join up with someone who
looked exactly like me? Even acted like me, abuse and all. Some
things in the world aren't fair. That was one of them. I looked into
her eyes, all I saw there was a cold type of determined-ness. She
probably grew up on the life I would've had. I guess my theory that I
would've died on the streets wasn't entirely accurate. Of course I
played her little game, "Why ever do you keep talking to yourself,
James dearest?", my mind hasn't gone with all these years of his
parents. Of course I led her back down to the old torture room, that
target board still has the James-shaped hole it did before he left.
That was a fun game. I hope he knew I was just having fun. His
parents HAD to break in and scare that little tramp of a replacement
off, I wanted to have some fun with her first. But then the butler
carried everyone not in the family off, beats me how those nosy brats
got in, so it could just be me and James again. And his parents, of
course. Who could forget about them. Then that Growlithe burst in.
Of course he carried James away, back to the doghouse, with the tramp
and the brats. I broke in on their little party, though, being extra
careful to blast the tramp and that mangy alleycat into oblivion. Of
course that Growlithe and that filthy electric rat scared Vileplume
off. I should've expected as much, I only raised it on Pidgeys and
Magikarp I found around the grounds. The grounds I wasn't to step
foot off. I'd finally decided I'd had enough of the high life after I
saw how much James loved that tramp. I saw the whole Air Balloon
scene from my place in the bushes. I can be quiet when I want to. I
wasn't after they flew off, however. Then I cried rather loudly.
That tramp, not even a lady, beats him as much as I do. But he loves
her. I tried to find out where they were going, but the brats ran
away before I could ask them. I ran away that night and haven't been
back since. The combination of seeing James again, seeing the tramp,
and the devil parents over the years just made me snap. Growlie was
the last straw. I followed in James' footsteps. I joined Team
Rocket. Did I expect anything else? Not really. I want to be
around James, even if it means that I have to see him around that
tramp. I'm a special agent there, The Boss took a liking to me right
away. I do different things for him, the kind of things they told us
never to do until we're married in boarding school. Stuff proper
ladies never do, the kind of stuff that would make my 'dollies'
retch. Forget them. Forget being a lady. I'd imagine these are the
kind of things I would've had to do out on the street. Stuff that
little tramp did before she joined the team. I would understand now,
though. One must do what one must do to make money. The Boss enjoys
it, and I don't mind so much. I get to wear a black uniform and carry
a whip. I don't go out on assignments. The Boss wouldn't allow
anything to happen to me. I only go out to eliminate insubordinate,
lousy, or distrustful members... In short, a Rocket Assassin. Easy
stuff. Fun, too. The only bad thing is James doesn't recognize me
anymore. Something inside of me has died, and I now realize it was
that spirit that I chased James around with, that same spirit that
kept me alive in that awful house. I would definitely not be able to
live there now. I never told The Boss about my past. If I had, he'd
make me and James marry to get at the money. I don't think I want
that anymore, I'm not sure why. I still love him, and I learned that
love isn't always necessarily reciprocated. I'm one of it's victims,
out of how ever many more. Love will always claim victims, no matter
what. I've got the order to terminate The Tramp and James' life in my
hands. Boss' orders. Ones I intend to follow through with. The
Tramp deserves it, I'll relish it. James, however, I'll do more
slowly, so he can enjoy my company one last time. The way I was
raised, by his parents, is to not let anyone take what you want away
from you. Noone's taking him but me. My only true love, be careful
who you hang around with, that's the one lesson you never learned.
prize, not my tramp lookalike, not ever again. But that tramp
lookalike wouldn't have been a problem if I had treated him right in
the first place. Why was I so stupid? Noone likes to be whipped,
noone likes to be stalked and tortured. Why did I do it? I guess
because I was trying to get him to realize if he stayed with me, the
torturing would end. It didn't work as I had planned. I remember
when we were just little, after my parents kicked me out of the
house. They hadn't wanted a kid, it was an accident. That's all I
was to them, an accident. My father just didn't make enough money for
himself, my mother, and me. A three year old accident, that's all I
was to them. Why should he pay for his mistakes? I remember how
James' parents found me wandering around the street, all roughed up.
They took me in. I'll never know why, they haven't shown an ounce of
compassion since. How could they have seen marriage material in a
little street girl that had a torn dress and tangled hair? I acted
terrible for them, I remember it distinctly. It's hard not to act the
only way you were taught, after all. They HAD to send me away, to
that retched boarding school. I acted terrible there, too. They soon
fixed that. I spent 5 years in boarding school, when the target years
were two. I bet they were glad to see me go finally. I was deemed
worthy by someone though, for the first time in my life. That made me
feel good. When I came back, I was an eight year old lady. I wonder
where my childhood went? No dollies and play tea parties for me.
Real tea parties and a bunch of stuffed shirt hags telling me how to
act at them. Those were my dollies. I got back, and James' parents
loved me. I was finally marriage material. They let me around their
son. There again, I acted the way I was taught at the school. Whips
were part of daily life. I would make people cringe if they ever saw
how many scars were all over my body from the hours of torture they
put me through there. James' parents approved. After all, they're
the ones that gave the whip to me. They wanted James to see his
destiny was inevitable. James was a dreamer, that's one of the
things I loved about him. Of course, his parents never did, how could
a dreamer get hands on their money? He might *gasp* give it to
charity or someone who needs it! James' spirits needed broken. I was
just the lady for the job. Or that's what they thought. In all
actuality, I should love them. If not for them, I'd be living on the
street, something I'm thoroughly convinced would've killed me. They
took me in, they gave me clothes, they sent me off to an uncaring
boarding school who sucked all the childhood out of me. They let me
come back to their house, let me be around their son, promised me
they'd give me their fortune when they died and I was married to their
son. They gave me a whip and told me to break his spirits. To
destroy his dreams. Things I never had. Accidents, I've come to
believe, don't have feelings. That belief came largely from their
counseling and from my 'dollies' at the boarding school. Yes, I
really should love them like parents. I put on a convincing show,
however. Sometimes I just want to take the whip... I can't loose my
happy thoughts. If I do that, I'll end up where my type should've
ended up in the first place. The only other time I thought I saw
caring and love for us, other than when they took me in, was one year
when they decided it might be fun to celebrate Christmas. I got my
beloved Oddish. James got Growlie. I think that was the one day
where he wasn't afraid of me. We took them out, and we played in the
snow, we had a good time. I think that was the only day of childhood
I had. Maybe him too. After that, I used a combination of Stun Spore
and the whip to keep him in line. That Growlithe learned to hate me,
he chased me around whenever I got anywhere near James after awhile.
So his parents built him a doghouse and told James he wasn't to be
allowed out. Of course James broke that rule frequently, but Growlie
never chased me after that. He knew I was not to be tangled with. I
remember the day I drove James off. I was chasing him, trying to teach
him how to be a gentleman like his parents wanted. He finally just
snapped. I can't blame him. I wanted to run away right after him. I
really did love him, even at that age. I wanted to get away just as
desperately as he did. He was the closest thing I had to a human
friend. Sure, I had Oddish, but I wanted someone to talk to. I had
something almost close to that, her name was Constance. She went to
the same boarding school I did. But she was a frail little thing, a
hemophiliac, and she bled to death from the whippings. I never got
close to anyone after that. I got angry at James after he left. How
could he leave me alone with HIS parents, the living demons? They
weren't MY parents... But I guess I wanted to leave the boarding
school after they whipped me so much, too. That place probably gave
me a taste for it in the first place. After all, it looked like they
were enjoying it, so I decided I would too. I grew up and aged, I was
treated as a porcelain doll, too fine to touch or let out. I grew to
be a fine young lady, in his parents eyes. I almost went insane
living with them alone. The only distraction I had was when I was
training my Oddish. I got it to grow into a Vileplume. Of course,
the Leaf stone was provided by the evil couple I live with. I
remember how happy I was when James finally came back. I thought the
scheme was a little underhanded, but if it brings James back, it'll
break the monotony of living with his parents. I remember that woman
he was with. Who knew that James would join up with someone who
looked exactly like me? Even acted like me, abuse and all. Some
things in the world aren't fair. That was one of them. I looked into
her eyes, all I saw there was a cold type of determined-ness. She
probably grew up on the life I would've had. I guess my theory that I
would've died on the streets wasn't entirely accurate. Of course I
played her little game, "Why ever do you keep talking to yourself,
James dearest?", my mind hasn't gone with all these years of his
parents. Of course I led her back down to the old torture room, that
target board still has the James-shaped hole it did before he left.
That was a fun game. I hope he knew I was just having fun. His
parents HAD to break in and scare that little tramp of a replacement
off, I wanted to have some fun with her first. But then the butler
carried everyone not in the family off, beats me how those nosy brats
got in, so it could just be me and James again. And his parents, of
course. Who could forget about them. Then that Growlithe burst in.
Of course he carried James away, back to the doghouse, with the tramp
and the brats. I broke in on their little party, though, being extra
careful to blast the tramp and that mangy alleycat into oblivion. Of
course that Growlithe and that filthy electric rat scared Vileplume
off. I should've expected as much, I only raised it on Pidgeys and
Magikarp I found around the grounds. The grounds I wasn't to step
foot off. I'd finally decided I'd had enough of the high life after I
saw how much James loved that tramp. I saw the whole Air Balloon
scene from my place in the bushes. I can be quiet when I want to. I
wasn't after they flew off, however. Then I cried rather loudly.
That tramp, not even a lady, beats him as much as I do. But he loves
her. I tried to find out where they were going, but the brats ran
away before I could ask them. I ran away that night and haven't been
back since. The combination of seeing James again, seeing the tramp,
and the devil parents over the years just made me snap. Growlie was
the last straw. I followed in James' footsteps. I joined Team
Rocket. Did I expect anything else? Not really. I want to be
around James, even if it means that I have to see him around that
tramp. I'm a special agent there, The Boss took a liking to me right
away. I do different things for him, the kind of things they told us
never to do until we're married in boarding school. Stuff proper
ladies never do, the kind of stuff that would make my 'dollies'
retch. Forget them. Forget being a lady. I'd imagine these are the
kind of things I would've had to do out on the street. Stuff that
little tramp did before she joined the team. I would understand now,
though. One must do what one must do to make money. The Boss enjoys
it, and I don't mind so much. I get to wear a black uniform and carry
a whip. I don't go out on assignments. The Boss wouldn't allow
anything to happen to me. I only go out to eliminate insubordinate,
lousy, or distrustful members... In short, a Rocket Assassin. Easy
stuff. Fun, too. The only bad thing is James doesn't recognize me
anymore. Something inside of me has died, and I now realize it was
that spirit that I chased James around with, that same spirit that
kept me alive in that awful house. I would definitely not be able to
live there now. I never told The Boss about my past. If I had, he'd
make me and James marry to get at the money. I don't think I want
that anymore, I'm not sure why. I still love him, and I learned that
love isn't always necessarily reciprocated. I'm one of it's victims,
out of how ever many more. Love will always claim victims, no matter
what. I've got the order to terminate The Tramp and James' life in my
hands. Boss' orders. Ones I intend to follow through with. The
Tramp deserves it, I'll relish it. James, however, I'll do more
slowly, so he can enjoy my company one last time. The way I was
raised, by his parents, is to not let anyone take what you want away
from you. Noone's taking him but me. My only true love, be careful
who you hang around with, that's the one lesson you never learned.