Chapter One.
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James ran fast as he could, closing his eyes, not caring where he was going. He was hoping maybe he'd run off of a cliff, die, and all that jazz so Meowth wouldn't be in danger because of him.
He collided with something a bit smaller than him, and fell down. The picture fell along with him as he lost it's grip, the glass shattering on the pavement.
"Watch it!" came an all-too-familiar voice from above him. There stood a man with his eyes closed all the time (yet somehow he could see. Don't ask.) "Huh? James, what the hell are you-"
James didn't wait for him to finish. "I'm running, you brain-dead twerp. What does it look like?" he snarled, getting up.
"Yeesh, sor-ry. Least you aren't possessed anymore," Brock put up his hands. "And where's Meowth?"
"...At the base. Why should YOU care?" James looked him straight in the eye. At least, he would have if they weren't completely shut.
"And Jessie?" a redheaded ten-year-old behind Brock piped up.
Jessie. The mere name brought tears to his eyes now. She's dead, he thought, trying hard as he could to blink back the tears. All because of me and my stupid puppetish mind. "She- IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS!!" he cried, running through them and running fast to get away from the trio. (or quartet, including Pikachu.)
"He yelled at us, Brock. WAAAHHH!!" a cocky, black-haired boy of 10, Ash, cried blantantly.
"Uh, duuuuuuuuur," the redhead, Misty sighed, then picked up the picture. "What's THIS?"
In the picture, James was standing in the middle, Meowth in the bottom left corner. Jessie was behind him with her arms wrapped around his neck, her blue eyes closed in a wide smile.
Misty observed the picture, then recalled James' behavior. "Do you guys think he was hiding something?" she asked, only asking Brock because he actually had a brain. (Sorry, Ash fans but I hate him so much. So there.)
Brock nodded. "Yes. Something really bad may have happened to Jessie. I think we should follow him and find out what's wrong."
"I think so too. Plus I'll get to sheck him out a bit- AHH!!" she covered her mouth with her hands, the npointed at Brock, and Ash who was snickering in an uncontrolled manner. "You. Two. Did. Not. Hear. A. Thing. Correctamundo?" she raised her fist on the last word.
"Better do what she says. Her fist is nearly as bad-ass as Mr. Frying Pan and Mrs. Chainsaw. Not to mention Bobby Mallet, curtest of Jessie," Ash whispered, holding back a huge laugh at Misty's remark.
"Piiii piiii chuuu pi PIKAAAAA!!" the yellow rat laughed so hard it fell off of Ash's shoulder and landed on the road. (Translation: Miiiissstttyyy llliiikkkeeeesss Jaaammmeesss, repeat!)
"Right, you gay little rat?" Misty turned her attention to Pikachu.
"Chu. Pi pika chu," (Translation: You wish. I'm telling Meowth.) he said, faking a nod.
"Good," Misty crossed her arms. "Hm? What's that sound?"
What she was hearing was a sad, sad melody coming from the forest. It sounded a bit like a flute to her. The song made tears burn in her eyes and stream down her cheeks. "What a lovely melody. Wish I could play like that."
"Yeah," Brock nodded, sitting down. "Come on, let's have a snack. Canned Magikarp, anyone?"
"Pokemon cruelty," Ash crossed his arms like Misty.
"Yet making them beat eachother to a pulp is completely normal," Misty remarked, sitting down and grabbing a sandwich.
"Touche."
...
Jessie groaned, her head hurting like hell and her sore body aching so much she felt she was on a bed of needles. "Meowth? Luminia? Oh, you're dead too?" she sounded devistated.
To her surprise, Meowth shook his head. "Nope. Ya live to see anota day, Jess!" he smiled gleefully. "And Jimmy ain't possessed anymore!"
Jessie smiled, sitting up and looking around the room. "Speaking of whom, where is he?"
Meowth hung his head. "Well, I don't know if I should tell ya, Jess."
"Oh god, Meowth. Is he dead or something?" Jessie asked, hoping for a negative answer.
"Dat's what he wants you ta think. He really ran off, saying not ta look for him, saying in the unlikely event you woke up I should tell you he was dead," Meowth explained. "He didn't want us hurt in case the demon came back. I'm touched, personally."
"Me meow meowth me me meowth," (Translation: I think he's wonderful when he's not trying to stab you with a poketknife.) Luminia agreed, nodding.
"God that Poke-talk is annoying," Jessie complained.
"Me meowth meow, me me." (Translation: You're askin for a fury swipe, missy.)
"Don't do it, Lumie. She'll make an indentation of you in the frying pan. All the pankakes look like me, did you know that?" Meowth warned her.
"Meowth me me meow?" (Translation: What the hell kinda name is Lumie?) Luminia asked, backing away from Jessie slightly.
Jessie shrugged as the two Pokemon got engaged in their own little conversation. She walked over to the fridge, taking out a cookie (they have a lack of a pantry.) and by the time they got back the conversation was:
"And so THEN, everything exploded, creating the moon, stars, sun, and even the planet we live on right now," Meowth was explaining the Big Bang theory to Luminia, the lady listening intently.
"Me meow ow ow me?" (Translation: So... the Pokegod used Hyper Beam?) Luminia asked, clueless as James is when it comes to playing the tuba. ("Z. O. M. G. JESSIE I GOT MY HEAD STUCK!!" Oh, who could forget THAT?)
"No, this is a proven... oh forget it. YES, he used Hyper Beam," Meowth slapped his forehead.
"Meow." (Translation: SHE.)
"HE!"
"Me!" (Translation: Ditto what the first one was.)
"HE!!"
"ME!!" (Trans- alright you know the drill, people.)
Eight hours later...
"HE!!"
"IT!!" Jessie shrieked, slamming the door. "Gosh, I have such a migrane," she said, attempting accupressure by rubbing her temples. "Well, wheater James likes it or not, I'm looking for him. I'm not letting him slip away."
"Jaammmeeessssiiieeee..."
"That does not help things," Jessie sighed, hoping the writer person would make a .44 caliber appear out of nowhere. "SHUT UP, YOU SKANK," she spat viciously.
"Learn how to insult properly!"
"Someone PLEEAASSEEE kill her..." Jessie groaned. She ran away in a hurry to the forest, hoping Jessibelle hadn't seen her. A shadow appeared beside her. She thought nothing of it until she ran into it.
"Hm? Jessie? So you're not dead? That's too bad. I was gonna go get a cake in celebraition."
Jessie would know that voice anywhere. That stupid, stupid kid with the Pikachu. "What the hell do you want?" she lashed.
"We're following J- mfffrrgglll," Ash mumbled as Misty's hand covered his mouth. He licked it.
Misty let out a high-pitched squeal. "EEEEWWWW, THE MORON LICKED MEE!! EEEEWWWWWYYYYY!!"
Jessie couldn't help but giggling, then she felt something on her shoulder. Thinking it was someone's hand, she threatened, "Let me go or I get out Mr. Bobby Mallet."
"Mercy woman," came Meowth's voice, "we only came to help ya look for Jimmy."
"Oh."
"As I said, we're following- EE MISTY, pleaze don't kill meeeezzz..." Ash whimpered.
"It's top secret, what we're doing!"
"People, people, I'm not Hitler or anything," Jessie rolled her eyes.
"Only because you're female," Brock commented, immediatly regetting it as soon as he met Jessie's new friend, Miss Sanjay Blowtorch. "Owwwiiieee..." he sobbed, falling on the ground.
"Will I meet her anytime soon?" Meowth asked, hoping the answer was "no".
"Me me meow meowth meow," (Translation: Only if you piss her off.) Luminia reasoned.
"Right. Never piss Jessie off. That's as impossible as little homeless twerpy-boy here having a brain," Meowth jerked his thumb over to Ash, poking him in the back.
"...Ow."
Jessie shrugged, waited for the twerps to leave and cupped her hands around her mouth, calling James' name over and over until her throat was parched and just as sore as her pounding head.
"Well, that was an epic fail. But if he wants me to think he's dead, I guess he wouldn't answer anyway," Jessie sighed, sitting on the ground. "Hey... I think that casserolle is burning..."
"NO!!" Meowth shrieked. "THE TASTY, DELECTABLE GODDNESS IS GONE, FOREVER!! AAUUGGGHHH!!" he went and sulked in the corner of the huge circle of trees. (The non-existent corner, that is.)
"Erm... Okay then, Meowth. Can we just go so we'll find James sooner?"
"Kay."
An ebony, shadowed silliouette darted past them from behind, spinning Jessie around a bit before she regained her balance and the figure was gone. But in the fresh mud, the figure left tracks, and she followed them.
While a pair of evil eyes watched her every move.
