Giovanni grumbled as he sat in his office, pretending to be busy. He was immensely glad that his business partner had no idea about Meowth.
Giovanni found it hilarious that the jigglypuff Jessie and James had been given was mute. When his business partner gave him all the great pokémon as part of the deal, he said that the jigglypuff was special, and should be given to skilled trainers. Giovanni was skeptical that any jigglypuff could be more than a pink blob of worthlessness, so he tried to see what it could do for himself. It did nothing. Giovanni figured that it was stubborn, not mute. He chuckled, thinking that it must have been intended for Jessie and James.
Giovanni wasn't detoured by pleasantries for long, however. He still had a situation on his hands. He tried to console himself with the fact that Meowth was just a pokémon, and probably wouldn't enlist the aid of the police on this endeavor because they'd recognize him.
But an anonymous phone call--
He tried to dismiss this thought from his mind.
Meowth will not be a problem, he told himself, then was disposed to checking on his field agents, checking to see if they were doing as told.
~Sanguine Dreams~
Part III- Abscond and Vanish
Miss Waterflower? the nurse asked, blinking as she walked into the waiting room.
Misty pulled her fists from her mouth and stood from the chair. She knew he was okay, but she still shook with all the nervousness of someone awaiting the outcome of a possibly terminal surgery.
she whispered, stepping closer to the nurse. The nurse held her clipboard at her waist and read it, as if she didn't know what her message would be beforehand.
You're friend is okay, the nurse said, interrupting the silence. The berries you treated him were a great deal of help. We've given him some stronger burn heal. You know, you're lucky we still have some. There hasn't been a human burn victim around here in ages.
Thank you, was all Misty muttered in reply.
You can take him home now, she continued, but you have to be careful of him for the next couple of weeks. Don't let him do anything too rigorous. Give him time to heal.
I'll make sure of it, Misty nodded, but she wasn't so sure he'd be able to stay off his feet. After all, she had no idea how they were going to find Brock. She thought that Meowth would be pretty good insurance, but she couldn't be all too sure. She knew Jessie and James hadn't taken Brock for sure, so Meowth probably knew nothing about it. But even still--his broken leg was a bit suspicious.
Ash meandered out of the office on cautious legs. He smiled at Misty with a look of pained innocence as his eyebrows arched up and touched the bandage which wrapped around his forehead. Mesh bandages covered his cheeks, and he looked puffy beneath his clothes as he'd been bandaged in several places. The set of clothing he was wearing when burned would have to be thrown out.
Misty greeted him, standing up and walking over to him. Ready to go?
Ash nodded. We should find out where Brock is, then take a break in a hotel for a while.
I agree, Misty said exasperatedly, exaggerating how much she agreed. A nice, loooong break.
They walked out the door and back to the pokémon center. Ash was dying to see his pokémon and feed them.
Ash got a few stares from his bandages as he hobbled slowly down the street toward the pokémon center. Misty shot dirty looks at quite a few passerby, mentally forcing them to mind their own business. She was ecstatic that they'd be able to just get some rest soon, but she was also unsure, since she couldn't be sure of what had become of Brock.
Twilight was treading upon the horizon, and Misty could hardly believe that the day was almost done, and still there was no sign of Brock. he had left in the early afternoon. They had arrived in the city in the late afternoon after waiting for quite a while. And now, Misty was positive something must have happened.
When they entered the pokémon center, a chansey was sweeping the floors, but it was careful to avoid Jigglypuff, who had taken to drawing a picture of it. It looked like a perfect replica. This jigglypuff had talent, if nothing else.
Ash looked at all that Jigglypuff had done to decimate the floor and boggled.
he shook his head, who wrote that?
Misty smirked to Ash.
Ash sighed. I'm not that stupid, Misty. Cut it out.
she blinked. Seriously. And do you remember who Jiggly came in with?
Ash suddenly pursed his lips. Some meowth.
And what meowth do you think would be hanging around with a literate Jigglypuff?
Ash suddenly brightened. An illiterate one! Jigglypuff must be teaching it!
Misty slapped her own forehead, aware that she couldn't slap Ash's bandaged forehead.
she gritted her teeth, a talking meowth.
Another one? Ash raised an eyebrow.
Misty began to shout louder. It's the same talking Meowth! Separated from Jessie and James somehow!
Ash sighed. Sorry. I can't think straight right now.
I know, Misty calmed down. But I think we should take him with us and find out what happened to him.
Ash frowned. He's from team rocket!
Just trust me, Misty's lip began to twitch.
Your pokémon are ready, Joy interrupted them. She was waiting for a good opportunity.
Misty and Ash walked over to the counter and put their pokéballs back on their belts. They knew which ones were theirs. And which one was not.
Go Meowth! Ash shouted.
Meowth shook his head as he was suddenly on the floor.
I was takin' a nap in dere, he blurted, then quickly put his paws over his mouth.
A talking Meowth? Joy's eyes widened. There's only one talking meowth that I--
Don't call the cops, Misty pleaded. Not until we find out why he's here.
Why would I tell you twerps? Meowth crossed his arms.
Because you could go to jail instead, Ash shrugged.
Meowth then brightened suddenly. Jigglypuff skipped over to him and hugged his arm.
Meowth blushed. Yeah, err, I'm glad I'm okay too.
Ash and Misty laughed.
Looks like you got a girlfriend, Misty put her hands on her hips. Is that why you're not with Jessie and James?
Meowth's face fell. Dat ain't it at all. Puff here just saved me from havin' da same fate as dem.
Misty looked at him with an expression that obviously said
Dey was taken to da same place as the udda twoip dat hangs out with you two, he sighed, then sat on his haunches. Jigglypuff patted his back, trying to comfort him.
Where was that? Misty and Ash belted at the same time, their eyes practically bugging out from their heads.
To hell, Meowth snorted.
Why you-- Misty began to swing at him.
Meowth looked at her sternly. I'm serious. I can take you dere. Den you'll agree. It's hell.
Misty didn't strike the unflinching pokémon. She put her hand down. Why is it hell?
I'll explain, he frowned. But I don't tink dat you guys will be able to save any of dem. Maybe we should call da cops. Arrested is betta than dead.
Misty startled.
Dis is gonna take a while, he shrugged. Let me call da cops. You listen in.
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See anything? Jenny whispered as the road seemed to go on forever.
her partner, Jenny, replied. She had her hands behind her head as she leaned against the back of her seat and blew a bubble with her gum. Her partner jolted forward, her chest hitting the steering wheel when the gum popped.
Quit that! she pouted, going back to willing her bright lights to be brighter.
Jenny's partner swallowed her gum as Jenny slammed hard on the brakes.
Shit Jen, her partner acked, socking her own chest and trying to make her gum come back up. Go easy on me there!
Jenny blushed as she sloppily apologized. It was just so dark that I didn't see this fence until I was almost on top of it.
It's all right, her partner shrugged. So I guess that anonymous tip wasn't a lie after all. This place really exists.
Jenny shuddered. God, I hope it really isn't what the guy on the phone said it is.
I think we should call for backup, Jenny's partner suggested in a whisper, her knees begining to shake. She grabbed her arms and tried to warm them. Frankly, this place gives me the creeps.
Jenny nodded. Go back in the car and call.
Jenny's partner complied, and Jenny stepped closer to the fence. She could make out the outline of a building in the distance, and she squinted against the breeze, using her hand to shield her eyes from her hair.
I hope that backup comes soon, she shuddered. She was sure there was no way what the caller said was in the building was really there, but she was terrified, just the same.
Jenny's partner came back out from the vehicle and stood next to Jenny.
What'd they say? Jenny raised an eyebrow.
Since we're not in any immediate danger, she huffed, they said that backup would be here in about three hours, and to lay low.
Jenny narrowed her eyes. What? That guy said there was immediate danger to the people in there!
Jenny's partner sighed, they're skeptical. And so am I. But that doesn't mean it irks me that they can't be here sooner.
Jenny sat down against the fence, not thinking clearly.
Let's get out of here, her partner shuddered. We're just two numbnuts. The rest of them will take care of it.
Jenny stood up and dusted herself off.
she yawned. I could use some sleep, too.
Patrick will be glad to see me too, he partner grinned, walking towards the car.
Jenny yawned. You know, I've been working overtime three nights in a row now and I--
But she never got to finish.
her partner asked, her eyes widening.
Jenny was on the ground, the back of her head facing the sky. Her neck was naught but a gaping hole with red, blasted muscle as a jagged fringe around the edge with black blood dripping thickly down into the underbrush. Her partner could see where the spine had snapped from the force of the bullet, and the blood had no time to redden as it continued to pour.
The still living Jenny screamed loudly, pulling her gun from her holster and holding it out in front of her after flipping around to face the fence. Her arms began to shake, and she sobbed and whimpered in fear as she opened her eyes to face her partner's killer.
She screamed again as she met with the silhouette of about three brawny men, each wielding large guns, large guns which bore equally large silencers.
The man in the middle held the gun up and took aim. Jenny was mid-passing out when a hole was blown through her stomach, and bright red chunks of flesh were flung onto the hood of the police car. The force of the blast caused her forward fainting to slow down as she jolted backwards and snapped back onto her knees first, but she fell just the same.
Blood streamed from her onto the surrounding underbrush, as black and ominous as that which her partner had shed.
The man on the right of the one who had used his gun exited as the gate was opened for him. He turned the woman over, checking for a pulse. She didn't have one. Her eyes lolled back into her head as she was tossed onto her back, and a few drops of blood escaped her mouth.
Her partner was just as lifeless as was determined after the same sort of check.
They carried the bodies with them, leaving a trail of blood to the main building. The moon glared gently over the scene, glowing off the liquidly blood, highlighting the sanguine nightmare which had occurred.
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Brock backed into the corner quickly, and blood seeped from the skin that touched the bars. His teeth chattered as a hand reached in for him, and he covered his face.
Don't touch me! he shouted, pressing even further into the bars, ignoring the capillaries which burst when they touched anything.
A man behind the one trying to grab Brock began to speak. he advised. We can just record him from here.
The man shrugged and closed the cage again. Brock collapsed to the ground, causing himself to bleed even more.
We've got to help him, James whispered as the two men left after recording Brock's agony for about fifteen minutes. He's going to die from loss of blood!
We certainly can't touch him, Jessie shook her head.
Brock twitched like a fish pulled from a lake, and his mouth gaped like a guppy as he
gasped for air. He began clutching his head again, and his hands were soon crusted with blood.
Stop it! Jessie demanded, stop it now!
Brock howled in pain and began tearing at his head. The first epidermic layer of his skin fell off in his palms, and he couldn't stop himself.
Jessie grabbed his wrists. She realized that the bleeding was from superficial cuts, and although it wasn't a good thing that his lower epidermic layers were becoming exposed, but his profuse bleeding was probably because all cuts and wounds in the head or face area were severely worse.
Brock began thrashing around, trying to get Jessie to let him go. He was just hurting himself further as he did this.
You're going crazy! Jessie shouted, knowing that she couldn't slap him back into sanity. Stop this! You'll kill yourself!
Brock wrenched free from Jessie and began clawing at his face.
You have to stop him! James screamed.
Jessie, in desperation, took off her shoe and clocked Brock over the head with it. He was knocked unconscious, and the bleeding was already so bad, the hit didn't make it worse.
Jessie sat backwards, wiping the blood from her hands onto the floor. She normally would have been repulsed, but instead she felt like bawling from stress.
Oh God, James shook his head. They could do that to us.
Jessie looked up at him. I'd die before I let them do that to you.
James choked, surprised that Jessie would be defensive of them. Then we're both going to die, he stammered, because I'd never let anyone do that to you either.
Jessie blinked at James, and he smiled up at her weakly. He tried to fight it, but a tear rolled down his cheek to the corner of his lips.
He laughed. I'm weak. I know it.
Jessie shook her head, then crawled over to James. She put her hands to his cheeks, letting the tears roll down the backside of her hands rather than down to his lips. Don't say that. You're not weak. This is--this is terrible. Is all.
James' crying became more audible, and he began sniffing between his words. He was almost hyperventilating in his fear. I don't want anything to happen to you--
Jessie felt tears mist her eyes as well, but was more efficient at holding them back. She tilted her head, then pressed her lips to James'.
she consoled when she pulled away.
James' eyes widened in surprise, but he said nothing. He let Jessie pull him close to her and rock him back and forth.
It was funny how being almost assured of your own death surpassed the innate fear of rejection. Jessie was actually relieved as James accepted her affection. She ran a hand through his hair, and rubbed his back with the other. She kissed the top of his head once, and let him fall asleep on her.
Their comfort wasn't everlasting, however. Every prisoner in the room jolted, despite their inebriations from the pain of their torture, as a huge screeching sound ensued as the hole Jessie and James had put in the window before was being reopened.
Jessie's eyes widened.
James whispered, his heart climbing to his throat. They both began to shake as they anticipated rescue, and they just held onto each other more tightly.
Meowth shouted as he jumped into the window. Ash and Misty had opened it, allowing him to jump in first. Jigglypuff came in next, then Ash, then Pikachu, and finally Misty carefully crawled in.
Jessie demanded as Brock began to wake. She didn't want to have to pummel him again, but the rescue crew could not be given away,
Pikachu and Jigglypuff guarded the door as Meowth began to fumble with the lock on his friends' cage.
Misty and Ash stared into the cage as Meowth did so.
Ash yelped, though not loudly as he would have if they didn't run the risk of being caught. Oh God!
There's a way to fix--this--right? Misty gagged as she looked at Brock. The young man looked like nothing she'd ever seen before. Blood pooled around him from various places on his body. His skin was puffy, and looked as if it was gelatinous enough to dissipate if he were touched. The upper layer of skin on his wrists was gone completely, leaving traces of blood and a bright pink, second epidermic layer beneath. The skin beneath was solid enough, but made the onlookers wince as they were reminded of the pain of any small scrape which went so deep.
Jessie shrugged. His next layer of skin will soften soon enough. They wanted slow torture, they got it. She looked a little distant as she said this.
Misty frowned in perturbation. You didn't answer my question.
There might be, she sighed. In the lab. Downstairs.
Then we'll have to raid it, Misty decided.
You have to save the Nurse Joy in here too, James said delicately, pointing toward the cage next to them.
Joy was still in a more than emaciated state, and it looked as if her skin was dry enough to flake off, the polar opposite of what Brock's looked like.
She's alive? Misty boggled. She couldn't be--
She is, James confirmed.
Meowth continued fumbling around with the lock. It was a good lock. He'd already used his claws to cut a hole in the window, which had dulled them, so it was a tricky business. He was also in a hurry, which was detrimental to his desired haste as he nervously shook and couldn't concentrate as well as he might have been able to otherwise.
Pikachu and Jigglypuff took the liberty of stationing themselves in front of the door, for obvious reasons. Electricity crackled along Pikachu's cheeks as it gathered energy, trying to be prepared for anything. Jigglypuff looked just as determined, but Pikachu knew very well that it was mute, and Pikachu knew very well that double slap wasn't going to save anyone from a gun.
Ash stared at the door as well at this point, trying to hastily plot an ambush in his mind. He realized that they'd have to get Brock and Jessie and James and Joy out before looking for the cure, and they'd have to be taken somewhere safe. Ash knew that this would be his job, since he was injured and waiting for Charizard to go and come back wouldn't be that big of an expenditure for him. He'd keep Pikachu with him, and give Misty his pokémon so that she'd be powerful enough to conduct an ambush.
As Ash's mind wandered, Misty began to sweat. She was contemplating the same problem, the problem of getting whatever antidote there might be, but the building was well armed. They saw the Officer Jennys which were sprawled out in front of the gate, and got there just in time to watch a couple of guards drag them away. Misty wished intensely that they'd arrived soon enough to save them. They weren't sure that backup would come, though it was definitely something to pray for.
Meowth wiped his forehead as the lock came undone.
Jessie and James got out of the cage as quickly as possible, but Ash actually crawled into it.
Meowth had begun to work on the lock of Joy's cage, and knew it would be a quicker process since he knew the trick to opening the particular locks of these cages.
Ash's hands merely hovered over Brock as he knew that touching him would result in no good. Ash flushed, blood drowning his head as the next phase in the rescue drew near.
We're not going to be able to get him out of here without making him bleed, Ash frowned.
We might have to hurt him, James sighed, and he'll bleed, a lot, but at least we'll be able to get help. I think he has a better chance of surviving being moved than Joy.
Meowth shook his head, still fumbling with the lock to Joy's cage. He didn't feel that he was wasting his time on a probable lost cause. That wasn't the reason for his dismay. The fact was, he was incredibly disappointed in the police. If they had been able to come and just bust up the place both Joy and Brock would have a much better chance of surviving. They wouldn't have had to be moved at all.
Joy was soon free, and Jessie crawled into the cage, lifting Joy into her arms gently. It was easy because the girl was so light, but she shook while trying to keep the fragile girl all in one place.
Joy was swimming in her clothes, shaking a little more than Jessie was. She couldn't talk at this point in time, but she was grateful that she was going to be removed from her torture.
James stepped into Brock's cage, being as gentle as he could manage while trying to lift him up to carry him out.
Don't touch me! Brock screamed, waking up. Don't touch me!
James jolted, placing a hand over Brock's mouth. We don't want to get caught!
But Brock was beyond reason, however. He grabbed James' hand, getting even more blood on it. James removed his hand in a repulsed reflex, and Brock clutched his head again.
he shouted, don't touch me!
James took off his shoe, about to clock Brock with it.
What are you doing? Misty's eyes widened, and she grabbed the shoe from him.
If I don't knock him out he'll expose us! James growled.
Just let him do it! Jessie shouted in a whisper.
You'll make his bleeding worse! Misty stamped.
Oh trust me, Jessie narrowed her eyes, he can do that quite well on his own! Now shut up! He's gone crazy! If we don't knock him out then kill him, he'll kill himself! Got it?
Misty growled, but James took the opportunity to knock Brock out. In Brock's weakened state it didn't take much force to do so, but James still felt really bad as the hell of the shoe met with Brock's head with an audible thud.
Now let's get him out, Jessie shook, glaring at Misty, at least onto the scaffolding so that he isn't part of the crossfire if someone walks in after hearing you, twerp!
Misty crossed her arms, but quickly uncrossed them and helped James gently pick up Brock.
she closed her eyes tightly as she reached under Brock's pant legs to grab his ankles. She didn't want his jeans to rub his skin off, but even the soft skin of her hands caused it to fall apart. She ignored the blood, and was shocked that James was doing the same as they carried him to the window and gently placed him upon their makeshift escape route. Jessie and Ash soon placed Nurse Joy upon the deck as well as Brock, and she was also bleeding from having been manhandled.
Meowth was about to climb upon the scaffolding as well, but stopped to look behind him. Come on, he motioned towards Jigglypuff and Pikachu. We gotta go now!
But Pikachu and Jigglypuff just stood, paws clenched. They'd obviously heard something. Meowth jumped back into the room.
Jessie scolded in a whisper. What in hell do you think you're doing?
But Meowth dashed over to Pikachu and Jigglypuff, extending his claws.
Jessie winced as the door burst open. This time the men that came out were carrying very large guns.
Pikachu grinned as he saw this, thinking they'd make perfect conductors of electricity.
one of the men's eyes widened, and he turned to Meowth. He kicked him before anyone could say anything, and Jigglypuff ran to him, shielding him with her body. I think I'll get this bastard Meowth first! Wasn't he one of the Rockets that broke in?
Hey yea-- another began, but as the first man pointed his gun at Meowth, the gates to hell sprung open.
Jigglypuff's eyes began to glow red as its head turned toward the assassin in question, and they narrowed considerably.
Not a chance in hell! Jigglypuff shouted, then a huge flash of light burst from her eyes. The man wielding the gun in front of Meowth fell to the floor, practically torn to shreds.
The other guards then raised their guns to open fire on the pokémon, but at this point in time they were being severely electrocuted by pikachu. Pikachu's expenditure of energy was about average, but the metal of the guns intensified the shock, and the remaining men passed out promptly after the attack.
Meowth looked up at Jigglypuff. He was visibly excited. You can talk too! He blinked.
Jigglypuff nodded.
Meowth looked up at her quizzically as she helped him get up. Then why'd ya pretend ta be mute when Jessie and James needed your help?
she stammered, I wasn't pretending.
Meowth wanted to press for more answers, but all three of the pokémon were scooped up by Ash and he ran back to the scaffolding with them in his arms.
No time for chatter, he huffed as he carefully stepped onto the surface, avoiding the sprawled out Brock and Nurse Joy. We've gotta get these two out of here then find antidotes for them!
You'd betta take Pikachu and Jigglypuff, Meowth laughed.
No kidding! Jessie shouted. Where was that in the forest when we were kidnapped?
Jigglypuff shrugged. She was visibly shaken.
Meowth hugged her tightly, almost jovially, though. You're da greatest! Wow, ya really saved me back dere!
Jigglypuff blushed. You did the same for me before.
Yeah, but dat, he shook his head, dat was really somethin'.
They reached the floor and James and Misty began to carry Brock away from the building, and Jessie and Ash were carrying Nurse Joy. They couldn't move very quickly due to the injured, and even though the three pokémon which ran alongside them stood watch, they grew wearier and more fearful with each passing moment.
Where da hell are da police dat were supposta come anyway, Meowth grumbled.
Jessie shouted, almost losing her grip on Joy. You called the police?
No shit, Misty fumed. He did it because he'd rather see you arrested than dead! Her tone then softened. Besides, you two turned against Team Rocket. They'd probably let you off lightly just for that.
Jessie sighed. I guess you're right.
They are, James assured. But they police didn't come anyway.
Dey must not have believed me, Meowth sighed. I just shoulda told dem that dis was a meth lab or somethin'. But den dey wouldn't have sent enough cops.
Um, Meowth? Jigglypuff whispered.
he grinned, remembering the other talking pokémon with them. What's that at the gate?
Meowth had considerable night vision, considering his species, and gaped at the sight before them.
Pikachu screamed, then electricity flew from his body toward the gate. He passed out afterward.
Ash closed his eyes as Meowth picked up Pikachu. They were waiting for us at the gate!
Jigglypuff's eyes began to redden as she was recovered enough for another hyperbeam, but Meowth grabbed her hand and shook his head.
I tink Pikachu got dem all, he clenched his teeth.
Then what are all those cars? Jigglypuff said in exasperation. She had something akin to a mideastern accent, but it was very faint.
Meowth frowned, I can see dem, police were sent. Da guards Pikachu busted up weren't done with dem.
As the humans approached the gate, they could see why no other guards had followed them. They were all busy dispatching a police force of about ten cars, and they had done so with ease.
That was the first thing they noticed. They had at first noticed the blown up and mangled squad cars which were strewn about the front of the place, some upside down, but all the people within were dead. They then noticed the mere six guards that had done the dirty work. They had huge guns and bombs which had made making waste of a gendarme so large so easy. They weren't dead, but had vast electrical burns which appeared as lacerations they were so deep.
Is there a car left that can run? Jessie turned to Meowth.
And indeed, there was. They didn't know that it was the car that the first two Jennys that arrived had used, but they did notice the trail of blood which seemed to lead directly from it.
Dis one looks pretty untouched, Meowth sighed, then tried to open the door. It was open. The keys were left in the ignition.
Whoeva was in dis car intended on leavin' but didn't get da chance, Meowth shook his head. Dese people are sick!
We already knew that, Misty sighed. Well, James and Ash, get Brock and Joy to a hospital. Jessie and I will go in and find the antidotes.
Jessie was about to say something as they placed Brock carefully into the back of the squad car, but Misty interrupted.
James can drive, and Ash is injured and shouldn't be out at all, she frowned.
Jessie smiled, throwing her head back in defeat. Well, I suppose two redheads are better than one.
Ash frowned after Joy was put safely into the passenger seat. I can go--
Misty walked up to him, putting a finger to his lips. Just take care of them. Please.
Ash nodded, undid his belt. He handed it to Misty, so that she would have his pokémon to use.
Be careful, he whispered, looking into her eyes.
Jessie had taken the liberty of disarming the guards, passed out or not as Misty and Ash shared their little intimate moment. She was piled with guns when she was through, and James ran over to help her.
We won't be needing all of these, she stated, motioning for James to open the trunk. He did so, then helped Jessie pile them into the back.
James stared as Jessie chose her weaponry, astounded at how assured she was, and how brave she was. She may have been temperamental at times, but he couldn't deny the bravery that she displayed at that moment. He put his arms around her waist as she ceremoniously caulked a gun into the air.
Don't die on me now, he choked in a whisper.
Jessie looked back at him, saying nothing momentarily. James' face drew closer to hers before she could bring herself to respond.
I wouldn't think of it, she whispered, then James kissed her quickly.
They stared at each other again, doing nothing else for a time.
James closed his eyes, I wouldn't want to lose the one I love.
Jessie's heart skipped a beat, then she held him carefully, making sure the gun remained in the air. I love you too, she almost laughed. God, I love you too.
James smiled, and they pulled away.
Now get the fuck out of here, Jessie growled, her expression becoming very serious. Take one of these guns with you in the front seat too, for the love of God, who knows what could happen to you in this hell hole.
James nodded, grabbing a handgun. He wasn't sure he'd be able to use it even if the occasion should arise, but he took it for Jessie.
Jessie walked James over to the driver's seat of the car after grabbing a gun for Misty slamming the trunk shut, and Ash was already inside. Misty closed the door for him as she saw James pile in, and Jessie handed her her weapon.
You ready? Jessie asked Misty, still facing the car as it backed away from them.
Misty was waving as well, not looking at Jessie as she responded. Let's get this over with.
Jigglypuff and Meowth were waving as well.
Tink we can handle dis? Meowth turned to Jigglypuff, whispering so that the humans couldn't hear.
For you, Jigglypuff smiled, She whispered as well, keeping their conversation quiet.
Meowth blushed, and laughed nervously. That's good ta hear. After seeing ya waste dat one guy, I wouldn't wanna be on your enemies list.
Jigglypuff turned to him. About not talking before--I--I haven't been able to bring myself to talk since I found out why I could.
Meowth said compassionately as they stalked back toward the building. Why was dat?
Because I was created by this corporation to be very strong, she sighed. The talking was a side effect. I'm not a real pokémon. I'm just a creation.
Howdja find dat out?
I was bored, staying in that stupid lab all day was very boring, so I busted out of my pokéball tried to look for my trainer and overheard a conversation. I felt terrible. I hated everything. For weeks I wouldn't talk or do anything my trainer asked, then I was given to Team Rocket. I decided that I hated them too. But you saved my life, and, well, I guess gave me hope again.
Meowth sighed and grabbed Jigglypuff's paw. Creation or not, he said, you're still a real pokémon. Just because ya weren't born from an egg doesn't mean nothin'. I can talk too and I'm still a pokémon, so don't sweat it. We're gonna get dose jerks anyway right now.
Oh yes we are, her eyes narrowed. And we're not going to die. I'll make sure of it.
I wonder what they're talking about, Misty giggled to Jessie.
Jessie sighed, not replying. She had too much on her mind.
The open gate was ominously marked by a trail of blood as they entered, and Meowth knew that they didn't know of the police's arrival because of the soundproofed walls accompanied by the rather gaping distance from the gate to the building. He and Jigglypuff would have time to talk before decidedly meeting either triumph or doom. He felt bad that those police officers were killed mostly on his account, but there's no way he could have known how heavily protected the stupid building really was. They must have had more luck because they were a smaller group and drew less immediate attention, but it still caused a chill to go down his spine.
Misty looked all around her nervously as they walked, her fingers on the trigger of her weapon, ready to strike should they be ambushed. She was probably shaking to much to have a good aim, but Jessie seemed collected enough to shoot a star shape through someone's forehead. This was a little comforting, but Misty knew that she couldn't rely on anyone else in such a dangerous situation. She tried to calm down, but it became increasingly difficult as the building came close enough to enter.
Misty breathed deeply as the door stood before them. Jessie clutched four of the pokéballs on her belt, three that she had filled with inanimate objects found on the guards whose weapons she relieved which would be absolutely necessary for completion of their mission.
Misty nodded to her as she removed one of the pokéballs from the bomb beneath. They were very useful for carrying bombs, as she'd found before. She blew the door down with one hand, ready to use the bomb on whatever might be inside.
Misty's whole body ached with fear of the unknown as the door fell to the floor.
Not knowing what was behind it, the sole thing on her mind while holding her gun up for battle was of escape. The goal of the mission was indeed to find an antidote to save their friends, but a more primitive part of her brain demanded nothing but that they should abscond and vanish.