Meowth tried to ignore the red his creamy paws turned as the fur absorbed his friend's blood after he sheathed his claws. It seemed to be the only thing he could focus on with the tear-filled eyes blurring everything except that out of recognition. His ears could not drown out the shrieking and hoarse breathing echoing around him no matter how hard he tried. He could not stop his body racking with sobs, or his claws feeling jagged cells of skin along their enamel coating. He could not block the memory of his action flooding his head mercilessly, which he wanted most of all.
James fell heavily to the ground as the tree no longer felt obliged to stay embedded in his skin, tearing tendons as gravity took control and the branches splintered into his wounds. His breath was as ragged as his senses. He rubbed his eyes to aid focus on something other than the agony his body presently underwent, and trembled more when he felt the slick coating with which his fingers were now laced from the blood on his face. Blood usually didn't bother him; he ignored his own quite easily for the most part of the events. It had sickened him to see it splatter the second Meowth's claws had shredded the skin, and with what little coherent thoughts he could muster he moaned out Jessie's name.
Part of him still wanted to be angry and upset with her, to forget he still felt feelings for her as strong as they were. He didn't know why things had turned out the way they did; one minute Jessie had been trying to save his life, the next she was suddenly trying to end it. He was not naïve; he knew there was only so much blame the creature could be allocated. There had to have been some of that feeling deep within her for it to feed off on, as a psychic attack could not have been that powerful. Or maybe it could have, he didn't know what he was fighting against, or where the thing had come from. He didn't know why he cared for Jessie more than himself as he faced death.
There was too little he understood of what had happened lately for him to know the cause for her to hate him so much, but that was no excuse to enjoy watching his best friend shrieking as she clutched at her heart, trying to hold the precious blood inside as much as possible. He hated seeing her in agony, but was partially relieved the creature too was suffering from losing its grip over its mother and the remnants of its soul that was within her. Now it was completely dependent on the form it was in now, and all the strength it had accumulated from the woman had vanished with that attack.
James pulled his partner close to him, and without warning her, he ripped her t-shirt along the back and peeled it off her. She was too frightened to say anything, and the false memories momentarily flooded back of her belief he raped her, but now the truth floated beside it and she knew it was all the work of the creature that had somehow controlled her to that extent. Her shrieking subsided and she just whimpered, wondering what consequences her controlled actions would cause. He struggled to provide enough force to do as he wished properly, but he pressed the cloth as hard as he could on the wounds to try and stem the bleeding. Ignoring the damage he'd personally caused to her lip took just more willpower than he had within him, distracting him so the pressure fluctuated on her chest. She lurched forwards and coughed out a thick clot of steaming blood as he pressed too hard, and as she did so, James formulated a plan that would either save them, or bring about all of their deaths for certain. He had a horrible feeling imbued deep within him it was more likely to be the latter, and prayed that although their situation was gravely different to how it normally was, this one continuity would not fail him now. He felt guilt swoop alongside the bile rising in his throat as he caught a deep breath and congregated the last of his strength for what would probably be his final words…
A/N This chapter is dedicated to those of you who felt obliged to read thus far and NOT comment. The whole "if you have nothing nice to say don't say it" thing is appreciated, I mean I can then deduce from your actions that your lives are so meaningful you read stuff you hate right to the end of what's posted all day, so I pity you (well, if I could be bothered wasting MY time on that I would, so hard luck). Or you're just lazy and can't string a sentence together to write down. Hehehe…
PS Arigato Shari-sama!