Disclaimer: I no own Pokémon. If I did, I would be a rich li'l girl, ne? Hai.
Rating: PG-13 fer violence and disturbing content.
Author's Notes: I wrote this a LONG time ago (I think a year, maybe. . .) in all of 10 minutes, so duh, it ain't great. However, some people liked it on this bulletin board I go to for some God-forsaken reason, so here it is. ^_^
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All She Wanted
She just wanted to go on a Pokemon journey.
She didn't ask for any of this to happen.
She didn't want to face Jessie, James and Meowth constantly.
She didn't want to always rough them up and dash their dreams of promotion.
She didn't want to get them fired, really she didn't.
But most of all. . .
. . .she didn't want blood on her hands.
She didn't want to face the poor trio one last time.
She didn't want to use her Pokemon against the two teenagers and the cat Pokemon.
She didn't want to send out that damn Starmie.
She didn't want to command the water Pokemon.
But most of all. . .
. . .she didn't want to command James' death.
She didn't want Starmie's attack to hit, straight on, full force, into James' ribs.
She didn't want to crush the former Team Rocket members' heart. . . literally and metaphorically.
She didn't want to make Jessie cry.
She didn't want the guilt resting on her shoulders.
She didn't want to run away from the terrible scene, stealing Jessie's gun in the process.
But most of all. . .
. . .she didn't want to be alone, although she had to be.
She didn't want that gun at all.
She didn't want to raise it to her head.
She didn't want to pull the trig-
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