James wept bitterly as he ran off to find a place to end his misery.
"Oh, I can't understand how she could just... abandon me like that," he mumbled sadly as he continued. "There's no... point to life now."
James ran, blinded by tears, across the road, through the pine tree forest on the other side of the road, through a shady glen, and finally he reached a rocky beach. He knew that this beach was near Olivine City, but he wasn't going to make it there. Carefully he ventured to the edge of the highest rocky cliff over the foaming ocean...
Meanwhile, Jesse continued her search for her partner. She had crossed the road about an hour ago and was now leaving a pine tree forest for a place she knew as Dark Leaf Glen, a safe little place that was inhabited by hundreds of Girafarig, Stantler, and Quagsire. However, the thought of catching these rare pokemon did not cross her mind at all. She was on a desperate search for James.
"Hey, Jess, why don't we take a little nap or sometin?" Meowth sleepily asked.
"We can't, Meowth. Don't you even care where James went?" she immediately slammed him with a mallet that came out of nowhere.
"I do care, Jess, I just don't tink we're gonna find James taday."
"If we look long enough we'll eventually find him."
The Boss was laughing the hardest he ever had laughed in his lifetime.
"Muahahaha, that James is doing exactly what I planned! He's going to kill himself!"
He had been laughing hysterically with Butch for the past half hour. He knew that James was going to jump off the cliff after hearing the updates on James's location from his pilot.
Meanwhile, Jezebel sat outside in the lobby, still wearing the Team Rocket uniform and Jesse's hairdo. After a half-hour of sitting and waiting for "the call" the Boss said she'd get from James, Jezebel soon realized how stupid she had been for going along with the plans. She slid off the cushioned seat, looked in the little slit of a window beside the Boss's office door and saw Giovanni and Butch cracking up. Immediately her curious expression turned to an angry one.
"Why, those little..." She pounded intently on the door, wanting to find out the information soon.
Butch walked over and opened the door, having listened to the Boss's command to do so. As she stepped into the office, Giovanni sat in his desk chair still chuckling, feet carelessly setting on the desktop next to his Persian. Jezebel was not afraid of this man. Let's face it, Jezebel was not afraid of any man. She stomped over hastily.
"Ah don't see what's so funny, Mista!" she said in her country drawl. "Now why don't ya'll tell me when I'm s'posed ta get this information 'bout mah James!"
Giovanni immediately thought up a lie. "My dear, James will call here. Since you now look exactly like his actual love, Jesse, and Jesse is now gone, he will think that you are Jesse."
"Well, explain ta me why ah jus made out with that there man in the car."
She pointed accusingly at Butch while still facing the giggling Boss. Jezebel was sly. She knew that something was up, and it was not what the Boss had just said.
"You see, James never had went after Jesse before, and now that she has shown that he could lose her, he may just begin to pursue her."
The
Boss looked satisfied in his explanation, but soon realized that this
girl here was a little bit more intelligent.
Jezebel sneered at
him.
"So ya'll are tellin' me that ah did all this for a maybe? Ah wanted him 100 guaranteed!"
Giovanni started to explain. "Well, you didn't ask what the chances were of it actually working..."
Jezebel crossed her arms in defiance. This time, however, Giovanni did not try to explain. He stood up quickly, his dark shadow extending across the slick white floor of the office.
"That will be all. Remove her from the premises." He signaled to Butch, and Butch immediately grabbed one of her arms.
"Hey, boy, ah am not movin' from here, ya see? Ah am stayin' an' waitin'."
Not hearing any new commands from the Boss, Butch continued to pull Jezebel out of the room and eventually got her completely out. She was becoming quite unmanageable, so he called to some other Rocket men to help her see her way out. It took three men holding her arms and leg to get her out of the building. The feisty young maiden got in every kick she could at the men, knowing which places would hurt the most.
Once Jezebel was dragged out of the Team Rocket Headquarters, Butch cornered her in the alley nearby. Seeing a beautiful, spunky young woman in front of him, one who had made out with him less than a day ago, he did what any sex-starved criminal would do: attempt to take off her clothes to get a good look at her, etc.
Just as he grabbed the first garment, Jezebel's Team Rocket jacket, she knew damn well what he was trying to do and kicked him square in the crotch. Her jacket was torn off, but the remainder of the clothes were there. As Butch doubled over, holding his tender self, Jezebel sprinted past him, kicking him one last time in the head, before she was completely out of sight. Butch groaned as pain shot up from the kicked spot all the way through his almost paralyzed body.
"Oooh, boy, was she a feisty one," he sighed. He leaned against a dumpster hunched over, until he was no longer numb. Once he was okay he rubbed his short blue hair and attempted to stand. He then stood fully and walked achingly back inside the HQ.
James stood silently staring over the cliff. After looking at the choppy black waves crashing with the tide and the jagged rocks along the shoreline, he became lightheaded and dropped to his knees. His eyes were still misty from the tears that he openly shed for the loss of his loved one.
"Doesn't she even realize that she is the only person keeping me here? I don't care about anybody else, let alone love them with all my heart like I love her. If she had passed away I don't think it could be as hard for me as this has been. Not only will I never be with her, but she'll be WITH SOMEONE ELSE!"
Before he could began pouring the tears all over again, he peered over the grassy clumps lining the edge of the drop-off.
"I guess this is just my fate; there's no way to escape it," he sadly remarked out loud.
Slowly he made his way to his feet, shakily standing up as he looked around him one last time. He saw the glen a short distance off from the beach, a stantler emerging from the brush... Well, in his tearfilled eyes it looked like a stantler... Slowly he extended his right foot out over the churning waters below... He looked down at the twisted roots of trees, ferns, and shrubs down below where he now stood, ribboning up the cliffside. One last tearful glance at the sky, and he fell to the depths hundreds of feet below.
Jesse had emerged from the glen to see James crying, standing on the edge of the cliff. Crying was sooo typical for him. But, wait, he was on the edge of a cliff! In a split-second, James had jumped off the cliff and was gone.
"JAMES!" she screamed desperately. With all her might, she sped over to the cliffside and screamed for her James. "JAMES! JAMES! WHY? PLEASE, JAMES, DON'T LEAVE ME!" she begged.
As James plummeted down the cliff he heard a voice, the voice of an angel, he thought. It sounded like his Jesse. Was heaven going to have her in it, with him? No, wait. He was going to go to hell for this. He was committing suicide at the moment. As the rocks came closer and closer he lifted his head to the top of the cliff. A red-haired woman stood on the cliffside, staring down at him while screaming down to him. He could recognize the words. And the voice. It was Jesse! Did she just say she needed him? Huh?
The recognition only took a second, but James had to do something quick. He was going to die in a few moments. Immediately he flailed his arms out, desperate to grab something solid, maybe one of the knarled tree roots. Was he going to grasp hold of something in time?
