Okay, it's a Pokemon fanfic. But, there's no pokemon! I fear those little furries. Though the story consists of Team Rocket the furball of the team doesn't appear.

I wrote this as a short story for class. The original characters were based on Jessie and James so I decided to submit it here, but poke-tweaked. It starts as 1st person POV but changes to 3rd person.

I hope you enjoy.

We walked through the barren highway in the middle of the night, not knowing where we were going or where we were going to end up. We got blasted halfway through the sky and lost track of the twerps, and Meowth, completely. Now here we are trudging down this abandoned highway.

The musky night affected the highway woods in the creepiest way. The darkness and foreboding aura that those trees gave off just completely unnerved me. 'They're just trees' I assured myself. 'Just dark and scary trees…' I looked up to my partner who trekked ahead of me.

"Not as scary as Jessie though…"

"What was that James?" she mumbled angrily.

Whoops, did I say that out loud?

Just by the frigid look of her back I could tell she wore a scowl on her face. I nervously looked away to the woods, rather than an angry Jessie. "Nothing" I whisper looking up at the dark sky, nothing to reassure myself with. Nothing beautiful, but…

…The moon. It shone like a giant marble in the sky. But it seemed so eerie too; A pearl of radiance up against the black sky, stealing its light from the sun. Beautiful yet frightening, like Jessie. Well, at least to me anyway…

I looked back to the woods now. No movements or changes in the walls of black trees. I'm sure the twerps are hiking in there. They insist on hiking through the woods and getting lost for some reason.

Lost in thought I practically bumped into Jessie who stopped dead in her tracks to stare off into the forest. I stop abruptly behind her and follow her gaze. To my distress I spot a narrow dirt road leading into the woods. I nervously sigh as she begins to walk down the path. "J-Jessie…have you gone mad?" I stand my place. She turns full heel to me, her blue eyes fierce with agitation. I sigh and wonder when aren't they "fierce with agitation"…

"Let's see what's up this road. Maybe there's a house or something" and with that she fully turns and continues. 'What? Who cares?' I follow up behind her. This is unusual, even for Jessie…

"What's so important about an abandoned house? There's probably just a bunch of unfriendly Ghastly's and Gengars hanging about it anyway". After a pause Jessie speaks up "What if Officer Jenny happened to just drive by, then what?" I lightly embrace myself as we continue to walk into this murky woodland.

She had a point.

Hopefully we'll bump into the wandering twerps and they can blast us off somewhere less creepy.

(POV change)

The moonlight shone on an old abandoned house, rickety and old, torn apart in old age. A big house adorned in broken glass windows and dusty wooden walls. The wrecked house was surrounded by a crooked rusted gate. A hung doll noosed at the utmost top window spinning indifferently in the wind.

The two teen tramps stood at the rusting gate staring at the house in surprise. The girl hardened her expression while the boy stood transfixed by the doll. He felt more than intimidated. His chest tightened as he let out a gasp.

The girl turned to him with a tight smirk. "Okay, James. Go in there and scout the place." He looked at her as if she were the anti-Christ. "Wh-What? No!" he shook his head, eyes wide in terror "No way!" The girl scowled. "Look, there could be treasure in there. Maybe something valuable. Now go!" James stared at the house with apprehension. "But Jessie" She looked at him in disgust, despite facing his pleading eyes. "Do I have to?" He was practically trembling.

"Yes, you do."

He shut his eyes tight shaking his head no. "But why-?" "-Are you more afraid of that house or me!"

He tiptoed all the way through the gate into the lawn, his tiptoes crunching against the dead brown grass.

'She can come do this herself' he thought in anger but the thought of her scowling at him waving her fist took its place.

"Hey James!" He turned to Jessie who stood crouched at the entrance of the gate. She smiles uneasily and tosses a flashlight his way "good luck". He catches it and smiles gratefully.

"Thanks" he mutters laced in sarcasm. He turns away and nods to himself. 'I'm the man, I can do it' He looks reassuringly to the moon before ascending the creaky porch steps and entering the house.