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Last Blast Off: After Team Rocket, part 7
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Jessie pedaled hard down the lonely road beneath a darkening sky, her suitcase tied to the back of the bike. She had been pedaling for hours, and by now, she was on the verge of exhaustion, not to mention thirsty and hungry, but she wouldn't let herself stop.
"Please don't let it be too late..." she muttered in between breaths. She felt incredibly stupid on the dinky bike, but at least it was transportation.
But just as that thought struck her, she felt the bike suddenly sink down into a deep hole, flinging Jessie several feet through the air and onto hard dirt and rocks.
She cried out, immediately getting up, and observed the damage down to her bike. It was about as bad as it could be...a wheel had detached and was rolling off to the side of the road...
"Damn!" Jessie cried, slapping her hands to her sides. She looked around helplessly, wishing for some sort of miracle...
Jessie sat down by the wreckage, her head in her hands.
"If this is fate...screw it! I'm getting to James no matter what!"
Jessie grabbed her suitcase and stood, walking down the side of the road with her thumb extended
"I'm gonna fix things or die trying," she said to herself. She knew for certain she had messed up, and maybe it wasn't too late to make things right again.
***
A few days passed at the mansion, all similar to the one before, and James tried to stay away from Jessiebelle when he could. It seemed even harder now than ever before to put up with her, even if she wasn't whipping him every second she got the chance.
James liked a lot to just be out in the garden with his dog, contemplating things in his mind. Sometimes he would go out there alone at night, and just wish he was dreaming, or that suddenly things would be back to normal, but he knew he was stuck with the life he had now.
James was walking up the stairs to his room at night, not feeling much like staying up any longer, generally miserable. As he reached the top, there was Jessiebelle, waiting for him.
"Oh, James, there you are!"
James stopped, a bit annoyed to see her there. "I'm going to bed now, Jessiebelle."
"But James, shouldn't we spend more time together than we have been? We're gettin' married, and there's still so many things you need to learn! Come on, James, I'll teach you how to brush your teeth properly..."
James shuddered, breathing in slowly, then said, "No, that's Ok. I...I'm just tired. Er, maybe tomorrow."
"All right, dear," she said, and leaned over kissing him on the cheek. "G'night."
"G...goodnight," James stammered, and stumbled into his room.
He changed into his pajamas—just boxers and a white shirt—and crawled depressingly into his bed. Everyday seemed the same...they were all this way, and if it went on like this, James didn't want to live this life anymore. Why in hell had Jessie just had to leave him behind like that? Didn't she still care about him? Because he still cared for her. And it would kill him if he had to...had to marry Jessiebelle—even if he knew that Jessie didn't care. But here he was, engaged to Jessiebelle, Jessie gone somewhere, he didn't know. But he couldn't change that.
James wiped his eyes, feeling like a total wimp to cry, but he couldn't help it. But he knew he shouldn't worry anymore tonight.
James closed his eyes, feeling sick without Jessie there, and tried to find sleep.
***
Care after car whizzed by Jessie in a cloud of dust at the side of the road.
Maybe it was fate that she wouldn't get to James...but still, she couldn't deny what she felt. She had to get to him, strange at that may seem, and at least she had to keep trying.
Why had this happened? Why did Team Rocket have to be behind them forever?
At long, long last, headlights slowed and lingered behind Jessie, pulling up to the side of the road.
Quickly thanking the person in the car, Jessie hopped in, told him where to go, and soon the car drove off, the morning only a few hours away.
***
The next day, James was awoken early by Jessiebelle.
"Come on, James. Breakfast is ready!"
After she left, James got out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and glanced over at the clock. He had never gotten up this early until he had come here. Usually, he would have slept in as late as Jessie would let him.
He got dressed in his suit, quickly combed his hair, and soon was downstairs and walking into the dining room.
Everyone was already there, seated at the large table, and James took his place by Jessiebelle-- which seemed to be assigned to him. A maid placed food on the table.
"So James," his mother said as they began eating, "just when is the wedding going to be? I suppose you've been engaged for long enough." She smiled, though it was more menacing than it was friendly. James wasn't at all sure of this, and really wished he didn't have to talk about it right now. He didn't even want to get married, of course, but what choice did he have?
"Oh, James! We could get married right away! Tonight! Wouldn't you like that, James dearest?" She seemed as giddy as a school girl for a moment, and James gulped in fear.
"Um...I don't know..."
"Well, James," his father said, "start thinking about it more seriously! It's you future, you know. I say you do it tonight and have it done with. Hmph. It's been long enough!"
James didn't want to think about it at all. He was scared—more scared than he had ever been before. The thought of being tied down forever...married to the whip-lashing, drawling, perfectly proper Jessiebelle...
"No...I can't think...!" James cried out, and jumped up form the table.
"James dear, why, whatever is the matter?" Jessiebelle asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.
"...I can't! I..." James cried again, not knowing whether to be himself for once, or someone that he wasn't--like his parents and Jessiebelle wanted...
James ran off, knowing he couldn't just leave, but also wanting to escape for a while, from the chains to which he was found. His mind kept racing. Why couldn't he be with Jessie? He didn't care bout anything else.
He dashed out of the dining room, through the front door...
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To be continued...
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Last Blast Off: After Team Rocket, part 7
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Jessie pedaled hard down the lonely road beneath a darkening sky, her suitcase tied to the back of the bike. She had been pedaling for hours, and by now, she was on the verge of exhaustion, not to mention thirsty and hungry, but she wouldn't let herself stop.
"Please don't let it be too late..." she muttered in between breaths. She felt incredibly stupid on the dinky bike, but at least it was transportation.
But just as that thought struck her, she felt the bike suddenly sink down into a deep hole, flinging Jessie several feet through the air and onto hard dirt and rocks.
She cried out, immediately getting up, and observed the damage down to her bike. It was about as bad as it could be...a wheel had detached and was rolling off to the side of the road...
"Damn!" Jessie cried, slapping her hands to her sides. She looked around helplessly, wishing for some sort of miracle...
Jessie sat down by the wreckage, her head in her hands.
"If this is fate...screw it! I'm getting to James no matter what!"
Jessie grabbed her suitcase and stood, walking down the side of the road with her thumb extended
"I'm gonna fix things or die trying," she said to herself. She knew for certain she had messed up, and maybe it wasn't too late to make things right again.
***
A few days passed at the mansion, all similar to the one before, and James tried to stay away from Jessiebelle when he could. It seemed even harder now than ever before to put up with her, even if she wasn't whipping him every second she got the chance.
James liked a lot to just be out in the garden with his dog, contemplating things in his mind. Sometimes he would go out there alone at night, and just wish he was dreaming, or that suddenly things would be back to normal, but he knew he was stuck with the life he had now.
James was walking up the stairs to his room at night, not feeling much like staying up any longer, generally miserable. As he reached the top, there was Jessiebelle, waiting for him.
"Oh, James, there you are!"
James stopped, a bit annoyed to see her there. "I'm going to bed now, Jessiebelle."
"But James, shouldn't we spend more time together than we have been? We're gettin' married, and there's still so many things you need to learn! Come on, James, I'll teach you how to brush your teeth properly..."
James shuddered, breathing in slowly, then said, "No, that's Ok. I...I'm just tired. Er, maybe tomorrow."
"All right, dear," she said, and leaned over kissing him on the cheek. "G'night."
"G...goodnight," James stammered, and stumbled into his room.
He changed into his pajamas—just boxers and a white shirt—and crawled depressingly into his bed. Everyday seemed the same...they were all this way, and if it went on like this, James didn't want to live this life anymore. Why in hell had Jessie just had to leave him behind like that? Didn't she still care about him? Because he still cared for her. And it would kill him if he had to...had to marry Jessiebelle—even if he knew that Jessie didn't care. But here he was, engaged to Jessiebelle, Jessie gone somewhere, he didn't know. But he couldn't change that.
James wiped his eyes, feeling like a total wimp to cry, but he couldn't help it. But he knew he shouldn't worry anymore tonight.
James closed his eyes, feeling sick without Jessie there, and tried to find sleep.
***
Care after car whizzed by Jessie in a cloud of dust at the side of the road.
Maybe it was fate that she wouldn't get to James...but still, she couldn't deny what she felt. She had to get to him, strange at that may seem, and at least she had to keep trying.
Why had this happened? Why did Team Rocket have to be behind them forever?
At long, long last, headlights slowed and lingered behind Jessie, pulling up to the side of the road.
Quickly thanking the person in the car, Jessie hopped in, told him where to go, and soon the car drove off, the morning only a few hours away.
***
The next day, James was awoken early by Jessiebelle.
"Come on, James. Breakfast is ready!"
After she left, James got out of bed, rubbed his eyes, and glanced over at the clock. He had never gotten up this early until he had come here. Usually, he would have slept in as late as Jessie would let him.
He got dressed in his suit, quickly combed his hair, and soon was downstairs and walking into the dining room.
Everyone was already there, seated at the large table, and James took his place by Jessiebelle-- which seemed to be assigned to him. A maid placed food on the table.
"So James," his mother said as they began eating, "just when is the wedding going to be? I suppose you've been engaged for long enough." She smiled, though it was more menacing than it was friendly. James wasn't at all sure of this, and really wished he didn't have to talk about it right now. He didn't even want to get married, of course, but what choice did he have?
"Oh, James! We could get married right away! Tonight! Wouldn't you like that, James dearest?" She seemed as giddy as a school girl for a moment, and James gulped in fear.
"Um...I don't know..."
"Well, James," his father said, "start thinking about it more seriously! It's you future, you know. I say you do it tonight and have it done with. Hmph. It's been long enough!"
James didn't want to think about it at all. He was scared—more scared than he had ever been before. The thought of being tied down forever...married to the whip-lashing, drawling, perfectly proper Jessiebelle...
"No...I can't think...!" James cried out, and jumped up form the table.
"James dear, why, whatever is the matter?" Jessiebelle asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.
"...I can't! I..." James cried again, not knowing whether to be himself for once, or someone that he wasn't--like his parents and Jessiebelle wanted...
James ran off, knowing he couldn't just leave, but also wanting to escape for a while, from the chains to which he was found. His mind kept racing. Why couldn't he be with Jessie? He didn't care bout anything else.
He dashed out of the dining room, through the front door...
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To be continued...
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