Holding Back
Phantomess
OK, maybe this will appease some of you fuckheads. You know, the ones who seem to think that I'm not a real writer because I don't share your opinions? Yeah, you. It's rated R because I like to fucking swear. This is one of my theories on Team Rocket. How do you know James isn't stewing in his boots? I act nice to everybody at my school, but secretely I wish I could smash them in the face every once in a while. Not that I would, but still.
Anyway, here's the story. Jessie and James were on their usual hunt. For food. James' only means to pass the time was listening to his stomach and trying to relate the noises to songs he had heard. Suddenly, without thinking, he said aloud, "I'm hungry."
Jessie took a frying pan out of nowhere and thwacked James one over the head. James felt the lump on the top of his head growing.
It had been there as long as he remembered. Jessie had hit there so many times it was disgusting him, but he held it all in. It just sat in him boiling and churning. He watched Jessie's hair swirling around, swirling... it looked almost like a target... he reared his hand ready to karate chop her right in the neck,
"James?" Jessie asked.
"I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING!" James shrieked. He whipped his hand behind his back and grinned widely.
"There's an orchard of fruit trees up ahead. I'm going to go get a sack of them so we can have something to eat."
"OK, Jessie." James said. He couldn't look into her eyes and want to do the things he'd dreamed of doing. All those nights he'd dreamed of making a Jessie stew... that would be nice... something to eat... James was becoming delusional.
Jessie just looked at him drooling. -Hmmm... if he's acting like that, either he's really hungry or he wants me..." Jessie looked at her ass and smiled, "Yeah, he wants me." And she went to go get the fruit.
After a few minutes, she returned with a sack of apples. She took a bite of one and handed an apple to James. James ate it quickly, and chomped down on the apples quite liberally. Jessie smacked him on the head and said, "James, chew your food!"
James couldn't stop staring at her lips moving... the food rolling around in her mouth, showing as it was being digested... he clenched his fist, ready to clock her one in the chin if she said anything else.
"I'm tired!" Jessie said. She curled up in a sleeping bag and fell asleep. James tended to the fire and watched her.
-I have a kitchen knife in my backpack...- he thought. He went and got the 6 inche blade from his pack and brought it over to Jessie. He moved some of her hair away and set the knife on her neck. His mind went blank... -What am I doing?- he thought. He threw the knife in the bushes and fell asleep crying.
The next morning, James awoke to Jessie cooking breakfast.
"Where is that knife we stole, James?"
James didn't know where it was anymore, it had been covered by leaves, "I lost it, Jess."
Jessie clocked him on the head and continued to make breakfast.
James stewed.
Phantomess
OK, maybe this will appease some of you fuckheads. You know, the ones who seem to think that I'm not a real writer because I don't share your opinions? Yeah, you. It's rated R because I like to fucking swear. This is one of my theories on Team Rocket. How do you know James isn't stewing in his boots? I act nice to everybody at my school, but secretely I wish I could smash them in the face every once in a while. Not that I would, but still.
Anyway, here's the story. Jessie and James were on their usual hunt. For food. James' only means to pass the time was listening to his stomach and trying to relate the noises to songs he had heard. Suddenly, without thinking, he said aloud, "I'm hungry."
Jessie took a frying pan out of nowhere and thwacked James one over the head. James felt the lump on the top of his head growing.
It had been there as long as he remembered. Jessie had hit there so many times it was disgusting him, but he held it all in. It just sat in him boiling and churning. He watched Jessie's hair swirling around, swirling... it looked almost like a target... he reared his hand ready to karate chop her right in the neck,
"James?" Jessie asked.
"I WASN'T DOING ANYTHING!" James shrieked. He whipped his hand behind his back and grinned widely.
"There's an orchard of fruit trees up ahead. I'm going to go get a sack of them so we can have something to eat."
"OK, Jessie." James said. He couldn't look into her eyes and want to do the things he'd dreamed of doing. All those nights he'd dreamed of making a Jessie stew... that would be nice... something to eat... James was becoming delusional.
Jessie just looked at him drooling. -Hmmm... if he's acting like that, either he's really hungry or he wants me..." Jessie looked at her ass and smiled, "Yeah, he wants me." And she went to go get the fruit.
After a few minutes, she returned with a sack of apples. She took a bite of one and handed an apple to James. James ate it quickly, and chomped down on the apples quite liberally. Jessie smacked him on the head and said, "James, chew your food!"
James couldn't stop staring at her lips moving... the food rolling around in her mouth, showing as it was being digested... he clenched his fist, ready to clock her one in the chin if she said anything else.
"I'm tired!" Jessie said. She curled up in a sleeping bag and fell asleep. James tended to the fire and watched her.
-I have a kitchen knife in my backpack...- he thought. He went and got the 6 inche blade from his pack and brought it over to Jessie. He moved some of her hair away and set the knife on her neck. His mind went blank... -What am I doing?- he thought. He threw the knife in the bushes and fell asleep crying.
The next morning, James awoke to Jessie cooking breakfast.
"Where is that knife we stole, James?"
James didn't know where it was anymore, it had been covered by leaves, "I lost it, Jess."
Jessie clocked him on the head and continued to make breakfast.
James stewed.