Author's note: HAY everybody! Thanks for reading on, I love you all! (throws roses to everybody) Welcome to chapter two of my first fanfiction on , and thanks again! Please R&R, it makes me feel special. And one more thing, I tried my hardest to be in character. If I'm not, please say so and I'll try my best to fix that, because i love ALL of my readers. 3 Now then, shall we get started? ^.^

Disclaimer: Caught red-handed! I don't own Pokémon or Jeff the killer, but I DO own this story!

Chapter two: Prepared for Trouble!

James sighed loudly and looked at Meowth again. Meowth was still asleep. James looked back at the sky, the dim light from the lantern casting shadows across his face. His mind had begun to wander since he was alone and it had ended up thinking about Jessie. Jessie. She had such a beautiful name. She was such a beautiful person, and James loved her. He wasn't ashamed to admit it to himself, but he was too afraid to admit it to anyone else, especially Jessie. He thought she'd reject him, and who he was, like his family had. Sure, she was scary when she beat him and stuff, but that wasn't the real Jessie. She put on that tough girl exoskeleton, but that wasn't the real Jessie. The real Jessie rarely came out. James thought back to the Princess Day parade. Jessie was truly hurt when she lost, not like the fake tears she sheds sometimes. That day James saw the real Jessie. Jessie was just a scared little girl who was afraid of losing people she was close to, and so she never got close to anyone. Like she had lost her mother. Jessie's mother had died when Jessie was just a little girl, and Jessie never talked about it.

Why do you love her? His mind asked him suddenly. Well, he answered himself; she's just the total package perfect woman in his eyes. She's nice sometimes, she's funny, and she really cares, even though sometimes it may not seem like it. She had the most glorious red/pink hair that just shined when it was in the light, and she had blue eyes that were as deep as the ocean. And her fashion sense was just fabulous, and she was so brilliant with the plans that she came up with. Sure they never worked, but they're good on paper most times. James could go on about Jessie all day, but the author can't, and so we're moving on.

Jessie looked at her list. She smiled as she noticed she only had 5 items left. She laughed out loud and said to herself, "Ha! No stupid shopping list is as good as mine!" People gave her weird looks as they walked by. "What's your problem?! You wanna fight me?!" she said, looking at them intimidatingly as they walked by. "You never seen a girl grocery shopping before?!"

James was lying in his sleeping bag, finally drifting off into sleep, when he heard a noise. He sat straight up and kicked Meowth. "Meowth! What'd ya do that for?!" Meowth shouted, but suddenly his ears perked and he looked into the forest behind James.

"What?! What is it?!" James exclaimed quietly. Meowth sniffed the air with his invisible nose. Suddenly, he looked incredibly frightened, like he had just seen Jeff the killer eating dead babies, and if he didn't have fur, you could have seen the color drain from his face. His whiskers twitched.

"Oh no," he muttered

"What is it, Meowth?! I'm scared!" James whispered/shouted. Suddenly, Meowth flew out of his sleeping bag and took off at light speed. "MEOWTH?!" James screamed. He tried to get up, but his foot got caught in the sleeping bag zipper. "MEOWTH!" he screamed, thrashing desperately. Suddenly, he heard something behind him that made him stop. It was the sound that would haunt him in his dreams for the rest of his life. The sound that would make him lay awake at night and cry. A sound that no sound in the entire world could ever be as gut-wrenchingly-drop-dead-exploding-bowels frightening.

The monster roared.

James spun around as fast as he could. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates, and his jaw hit the floor. He started shaking like a Chihuahua on a massage chair.

The monster was easily 7 feet tall, and covered in hair, moss, dirt and something that looked an awful lot like blood (or ketchup). Its hair was as black as death, and its eyes were bright as the sun. It stood on two legs and slouched, with a large hump on its back. Its face looked like the face of a charizard, except it was black and covered in hair. It had terrifying red/yellow stained teeth bared, and it growled in a deep hoarse voice. It had wolf-like ears on the top of its head, one of them had a large tear in it and blood stains around it. Its face was covered in battle scars, including one that ran from his brow, across his eye, to its snout. It had two muscular hairy arms that ended in large paws that were easily a foot across. They ended in claws that were two inches in circumference and about as long as James' arms. The same paws were on the bottom of his legs. Behind it, an evil tail as thick as its claws and as long as the beast was tall swung viciously back and forth. The monster's ears lay flat on its head as it approached James.

Meowth ran as fast as he could, on all fours, through the forest. He had seen that monster before, and he knew what kind of damage it could do. He had seen it in a lab back at Team Rocket Headquarters. It was not a natural Pokémon, it was man made. He hadn't told Jessie or James about it because he knew it would freak James out and he wouldn't be able to stay at HQ anymore, which Meowth just couldn't have because the beds were so soft and the food was better then what they had when they were camping out. The monster seemed under control and Meowth never would've guessed it could get out. But it had, and now it was tearing up his partner. Meowth stopped. How could he be such a coward? He had just left James with his foot stuck in the sleeping bag for the monster. He had left James stuck in the middle of the campsite, sitting there like a roasted chicken. Meowth spun around; determined to save his partner, but something made him stop.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAARRRRJEEESSIIIIIIEEEEEEEE!" he heard James scream. There was no way Meowth could defeat that thing, he thought. He had to get help. He had to get Jessie.