Before you read, this is a story of drama and suspense. This is also a work of fiction. All characters are OOC meaning that they won't reflect their canons. Also, the characters are all age of consent. If this story isn't your cup of tea, then please refrain from reading. If you are able to deviate fantasy from reality, then continue to read. Discretion is strongly advised.
Update A/N: I may need to specify the age of consent means that Ash isn't being 10 but at the "age of consent."
-I don't want any of your help. This is something that I must do alone. Don't send for me. Don't look for me.
-This is my burden and my burden alone.
-I am sorry, but this is something that I must do.
-This is not only for me. But for the sake of the team.
-I know that it hurts, but trust me.
-I am sick of our failures. I am tired of the same results. I am tired of being at the short end.
-Are you tired of being a letdown? Do you get tired of our failures being reminded by our organization over and over?
-I am. And it is all because of him.
-No matter what measures we do, we fail. No matter how calculating and well-thought, we failed.
-After much consideration, I have one ace left. A trump card I am ready to use.
-This is going to take me to do this. So, I am going to tell you one time. Don't find me. Don't send for me.
-If you do, then I will be forced to do the necessary.
-Please, don't make it any harder than it has to be.
-I am sorry. But I must go.
-James, Meowth, remember me.
-Don't forget our purpose. Forever we blast off at the speed of light. Surrender now or prepare to fight.
-I am ready to fight. I must restore our honor. Our dignity. Our being. Our team.
It was quiet on the lone highway when Jessie arrived to the Kanto region. It was the middle of the night and Jessie began to feel fatigued from the long drive. That has always been her nature. The kind of girl who was unrelenting. She was driven with purpose. To do anything for as long there was a benefit to it.
Longing for a break, she decided to pull over to the side of the road. She knew that it was her only option. Even if she were to find a Pokemon center, she wouldn't be allowed clearance for obvious reasons. Her reputation carried her throughout every Pokemon center and police center within the regions she frequented.
What we do makes great effect, she thought to herself.
She sighed as she turned off the engine. She rested her head on the steering wheel. It was quiet. This was probably one of the few opportunities in which she can think. And thinking was something that she did not enjoy to do. She liked when she was working with Team Rocket. The assignments that were given to her gave her no reason to think. When she is working, there is no reason to think about herself. For it is not herself when she is at work, she is working with James and Meowth.
It has been awhile since she had been alone. Alone with her thoughts. She closed her eyes, knowing that her thoughts began to give her the same feelings she tried to run away from. Emotion filled with regrets, anger, shame, detriments, and embarrassment.
Tears began to gather in her eyes. She strained herself, trying her hardest not to cry. Being a Team Rocket doesn't need weak people, she told herself. I am strong and I will combat anything, she explained to herself further.
She wiped the tears with her sleeve before looking at the mirror. She checked her face to make sure that there were not anything to compromise her beauty. She displayed a small smile before resting on the seat.
Suddenly, the videophone ranged.
It was James. It has always been James. She watched the videophone on her console displaying his name and his picture. She smiled as it was the picture when they were aboard the St. Anne. They were wearing their infamous disguises to fool their enemy, Ash Ketchum and his companions, Brock and Misty.
To think that was so long ago, but feels like it was yesterday.
She watched the videophone glow until it returned to its silence. The glow of the videophone went dark. Along with the picture of their former memory.
She hasn't talked to Jesse nor Meowth since the day of her departure. Next to failing her exams at the Pokemon Institute, failing to become a Pokemon nurse, and the disappearance of her mother, leaving her comrades was one of the most difficult things she had to do.
Her stomach churned, making her feel uneasy about that day. She does not want to remember their faces when she left them behind. None of them were happy of her departure.
Two feelings came to her that day: disappointment and rage.
She clicked on the videophone to look at her GPS. She wanted to know how far did she have to go before arriving to her destination. According to the GPS, she had about a couple of hours before arriving to the seacoast town; leaving her enough time to plan.
She displayed a side smirk. She reminded herself for her departure gave her a new purpose. One word: revenge.
She turned on the engine and resumed to her destination.
It was nearly daybreak when she arrived to the outskirts of the sleepy seacoast town.
Her smile spread when seeing the sign of the town that displayed its motto. Pallet Town is the color of pure white beginnings.
Pure white beginnings? Let's make sure before I depart that we have a decrepit black ending.
She gnashed her teeth at the thought before entering the city.
Looking for a place to stay, she found a nearby motel that was off the grid. She wanted to find a place where no one was going to look for her and no reason to find her.
Before leaving her car, she applied some makeup and straighten out her luscious red hair. She put on her glasses. It was not the best disguise, but it would do for now, she thought to herself. She just need a place where she can recuperate.
She stepped out of the car. The sounds of Pidegoto were making their call, breaking the silence in the cold morning sky.
She entered the lobby of the small motel. She was greeted by a receptionist that smelled of stale perfume. The tables had ashtrays instead of flowers. It was dingy, dark, and cheap. That was fine for Jessie. She relaxed as she knew she wouldn't be in any danger here. She asked for a room and without any hesitation, the room key was dropped in the lines of her hand. She grasped the key before departing to her room.