The sweet taste of venom coursed its sinister path along Jessie's blood vessels, poisoning her thoughts as the evil within reawakened. Her eyes glinted in a vicious manner, making her temper-related glares of the past look as dark as a baby's smile. She was beyond malevolent, and he felt horrified to watch this transformation right before him. Was she really responsible for the hideous monster before him? Did she hate him to the extent implied? Were those teeth as sharp as they appeared?
James stumbled backwards and tripped over a tree root, landing painfully on his rear as he backed away from the evil creatures before him. Sweat leaked profusely from his pores as fear sank in, wrapping itself around from his voice box so he couldn't bring himself to reason with her. The situation didn't look like it was about to turn into his favour, so he closed his eyes and tried to calm his rapidly beating heart down before he destroyed his own blood vessels with stress. Shooting pains returned to his backbone and he noticed that his left arm was sore too; either he'd landed on it strange or he was too late to save his heart. In any event, he never risked his heart by being honest with Jessie, though it had been her fault after they'd been drunk.
Pikachu was nearly passing out from its spiked coat, wishing it was with people who could learn how to walk without getting lost or back-tracking as was now the case. Togepi had a surly expression and didn't seem afraid in the slightest, though it seemed to be annoyed at someone, or more specifically, at something. It was meant to be the creature of evil here, and if it wasn't, then what was its purpose in life? It was fed-up with living in a half-cracked shell, but if it didn't have it, there was nothing it could do to gather minions. At least this way it could make people look at it and think it was cute, and as they admired it, it could mentally control them and add them to its by-now vast army.
Brock was admiring the scantily-clad women on the map again instead of focusing on the danger Misty had warned him about, assuming they were walking in the right direction as they hadn't turned around, to the best of his knowledge, as he'd forgotten about when Ash had stopped to ask a few questions and they'd inadvertently turned around.
Misty felt a little more at ease as they'd walked at a nice brisk pace, away from the danger, or so she thought. She felt like a break from the dark place, and by the next time she'd run into James, she'd be over her crush on him as she realised him sleeping with his partner was to be expected, but her thoughts were broken by a blood-chilling scream emanating not that much further away from where they stood. Simultaneously, her and her travelling companions looked at each other before running into the area, ignoring their potential deaths in the name of assistance. Besides, in the years they'd travelled together, none of them had contracted so much as a bruise in spite of all the actions they'd taken in the past.
When they got there, the scene was horrific. James was suspended from a high bough of an ancient twisted hazel, the tendrils of its branches inserted into his skin, blood dripping down. Nobody found it unusual that he was naked—the males winced visibly and felt their bodies constrict in discomfort at the location of two of the tendrils—they were too busy being occupied watching the creatures in charge of this performance, for want of a better description. Jessie looked inhuman with the sinister glint across her face, nobody knew what the creature beside her was, which is why Ash thought it would be a clever idea to use his Pokédex to find out what it was.
Big mistake.