Um, again, sorry for the wait, people. Really busy lately. :(. I try. I need more reveiws, by the way.
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Jessie's sapphire blue eyes widened, her heart speeding up. "Meowth... Meowth is still in there?" she asked, staring at the burning home.
Brock looked around. "Well, I don't see him anywhere, Jessie. We better- JESSIE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?? ARE YOU INSANE!? GET OUT OF THERE!!"
"Where's she g- WHAT? SHE MUST BE INSANE!!" Ash cried.
If you didn't already guess, Jessie was running into the building, calling Meowth's name. "Meowth! Meowth, where are you?"
Bright orange and red flames, scarlet as rubies, licked at nearly everything in the house with greed and hunger. The coffee table was now no more that a pile of grey ashes. A pathetic whine came from upstairs: "Jess? Dat you?"
Jessie regognized the voice instantly. "Meowth! Yes, yes it's me! Where are you?"
"I'm upstairs, dat's all I know."
Jessie gulped as she started climing the stairs. She gave a startled cry as one of the stairs - now made of embers- gave way beneth her feet.
"Jess! You OK?" came Meowth's voice. He had obiously heard her shout.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She reached the top floor, and looked into one room on her left. The room had sheets, that were once nicely made up, on the burning bed. Jessie made out a Charmander pattern on the quilt on top of it. A clock stood on the wodden nightstand next to the bed, a Pidgey on a spring popping out every now and then. On the wall was a poster of a Charmander, a Squirtle, and a Bulbasaur on it. "Must be the twerp's room," she muttered, looking to her right. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a bit of a shadow. She thought nothing of it.
"Meowth!" she cried again, hoping he'd reply so she could follow his voice.
"Over here!" came a muffled cry from under the bed.
"Meowth!" Jessie grinned, leaping through the flames. "Hm... so how do I get you out? Can you crawl out or something?"
"As long as you promise me a Burn Heal," Meowth comprimised.
"No problem. Now come out," Jessie got down on her knees.
Meowth nodded, and slowly his face emerged from under the matress, followed by the rest of his body. Jessie scooped him up and ran toward the stairs. She spun around, seeing the ebony shadow again. Whatever was casting it finnaly showed itself. It was a person a few inches taller than Jessie, and she- he- IT had ebony hair and smokey-grey wings. "So, how do you like your new friend?" it asked. "Isn't he horrible? You should get back at him. Both of you. I can help you."
Jessie hesitated. The voice creeped her out a bit, but it was no-where close to how scared she was when she heard James' voice for the first time. "...How?" she finnaly managed to bring out.
The thing closed it's colorless eyes. "I can enter your soul, and make you do all things you may have always thought of doing. Have you ever been so mad at him you wanted to kill him?"
I don't like where this is going, Jessie thought. What is this thing talking about? Has it gotten to James, and now trying to get me? Or is it really trying to help me? "Never. I'd never murder James. You hear me? NEVER!!"
Good Lord, the thing thought, if looks could kill I'd be pushing up the daisies. "Stop glaring at me. I'm only trying to help."
"Murder doesn't solve anyting," Meowth crossed his burnt arms.
"Hm. Care to explain the wars then?"
It had him there.
"How will you help? Are you the thing that has him?" Jessie asked.
The thing looked a bit taken aback. "Erm... no. No. Not at all."
"You lie like a rug," Meowth snickered.
"This is no time for joking, Meowth. Listen, thing, if you want to help me get out of his body and never. Come. Back," Jessie spat the last three words like merely saying them would scald her tounge.
"No can do, pretty girl. He's about to snap an give me his soul. I won't miss THAT," the thing dissapeared in a swirl of grey smoke.
Jessie blinked in confusion. "...I wonder what that thing was. Whatever. Let's get outta here before we end up Dead," she smiled. "Or worse." Jessie added fretfully under her breath.
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"Jessie! You made it out!" Ash cried, for once being happy she was alive.
Jessie nodded. "We both did, but Meowth needs a burn heal badly."
Misty reached into her pocket. "Good thing I always carry one just in case," she sprayed Meowth with the liquid, his burns disapearing on contact with the stuff.
"Oh for the love of god, you have everything in that pocket," Brock rolled his eyes, although no-one would ever tell because they're always. Closed. All. The. Time.
Misty stuck out her tongue. "Shut it."
Jessie noticed the first star coming out. "Was I in there that long?" she asked.
Brock nodded. "We were afraid you were dead. Ash actually was lighting some candles and waving them in the air because he thought you died," he laughed a bit.
Night soon enveloped them in it's black silk. "So wat do we do now since your house is all gone?" Meowth asked, gazing up at the stars.
Ash shrugged. "Hey Misty, do you have an inflateable tent in your pocket?" he joked.
Jessie giggled.
Misty pounded the living snot out of him.
Brock put his face in his palm while Ash was at mercy to the red-head. "They'll never learn..."
Jessie shrugged. "At least she's not hitting him with a frying pa-" she was interupted by a clang. "...Nevermind."
Brock grabbed her. "Did you hear that?"
"GET OFF ME YOU LOVESICK PUPPY!!" Jessie shrieked. "Hear what? ...Meowth, stop breathing on my neck. It's creepy."
"Sorry."
"I heard some twigs cracking," Brock explained, getting up and brushing himself off. "I- MISTY!" he shouted as Misty screamed and disapeared into a bush. (Dun dun duun.)
Jessie gasped. "Could it be James?" she wondered aloud.
"I hope so. I want to see what happened to him. I was facing away when Misty saw he'd changed," Brock answered.
"No you don't hope so, you moron."
"OK.." Brock squeaked meekly, noting Jessie's gloved fist being raised.
A sinister laugh echoed through the otherwise silent night, giving Jessie the chills. "Jesssiiiccaaa..." a deep voice called, scaring her even more. "There's nothing wrong with being dead. Really."
"I don't b-beleive y-you..." Jessie managed to stutter, trembling. Brock grabbed her in an attepmt to steady her. "Thanks," she smiled a bit, then she heard the voice again, surrounding her, trapping her. "That's because you don't trust me. I'll show you DEATH!!" at the last word a figure leaped from the bushes, and Jessie swear she saw a glint of silver in the figure's hand. The shape of Misty stumbled out of the bush, and she had cuts all over her body like poor Jessie.
"James is... a montster now, Jessie..." Misty collaped onto the dewy ground.
Ash and Brock ran over to her. Jessie was too terrified to move. Was Misty dead? James was here now. Would he finally succeed in killing her? Was he right behind her now, planning to plunge his knife into her back? "Oh god..." she whispered, her voice trembling.
"RAAHH!!" James leaped out of the bush, tackling Jessie and throwing her to the ground. "You're dead, Jessica," he spat.
Pure James groaned and leaned his head back. "Ohhh, not agaiiiaaann..." he sobbed. It seemed his eyes where glued to the screen thing. He couldn't so much as blink.
Jessie screamed and pushed him away, running away. She had no idea where. She just want to go. Anywhere.
"WWAAAHHH JESS YOU FORGOT MEEEOOOWWTTHHH!!" Meowth ran up to her and hopped onto her shoulder.
It was so cold they could both see their breath. They'd been running for a full hour, and Jessie's throat felt like daggers of ice were penetrating her neck. James was still chasing them, his eyes appearing to be... a bit glazed, his eyes set on her moonlit figure.
She couldn't run anymore. Her legs were sore and her throat, like I said, was almost frozen. But at the same time she couldn't stop. She wasn't going to stop when James was right behind her. Though she felt so weak...
James noticed this right away. He put on an extra bust of speed and tackled her again, dagger in hand. He saw her fear. The fear in her sapphire eyes. Her beautiful, innocent, deep sapphire eyes... James. You. Moron. he scolded himself. He saw her fear anyway. He fed off of it. A twisted smile spead across his deathly pale face.
Jessie saw the greed for her blood on his dagger in his blood scarlet eyes. She couldn't bear it, seeing how much he wanted her to die. She closed her eyes to blink back the tears she felt burning in her eyes. "Tell you what, I'll give you a head start," she heard, and she immedeatly got up and ran off, Meowth on her shoulder.
James hit his head sever times. "YOU MORON!! WHAT DID YOU JUST MAKE ME SAY?!" he spat viciously.
"...I gave her a head start..." James squeaked, afraid he'd hit himself so hard he'd get knocked out.
James instead rolled his eyes. "Oh, whatever. I'll still kill her anyway."
Pure James had to admit he was right.
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"So... it's been half an hour. When's Jimmy gonna come for us?" Meowth asked, bored as Jessie sat down and rested.
"I'd like to say never, Meowth, but I know that's not true," Jessie sighed, gazing up at the moon.
Meowth agreed. "Erm... Jess?" he asked nervously.
"What?"
"LOOK OUT!!"
Jessie yelped as she felt herself being pulled back, someone's gloved hand around her stomach. She felt the dreaded thing she just wanted to not be ture: She felt the cold knife against the tanned skin of her neck , the silvery gleam on the blade just barely vivible as the moon sunk beneath some clouds. Her breath quickeded as did her heart. Then a dark, familier voice whispered mockigly in her ear: "You're a bit cute when you're scared, you know."
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Yes, ANOTHER CLIFFIE!! HAHA!! I'm so evil for that. Should I kill Jessie off? Or does she get lucky again and live? Only time will tell in Chapter five!