A/N: So, yeah, about this... would you believe me if I said that I completely got side tracked and forgot about this fic? No? Oh, well then *hides from incoming wrath from readers*
But, really... I did get distracted with other things and completely forgot about my stories. Then, a few days ago, I decided to log into fan fiction and read some stories. That's when I saw all my unfinished ones and I just knew I couldn't leave them unfinished. So, yeah... *hides again*
So, do you forgive me? Do you believe me? Do you still want to read this fic, even after its many months of hiatus? (I know, lots of questions, but I really would like to know.)
Anyways, enough of my incoherant babbling... On with the fic!
"Time to wake up, my beautiful flower," a low, deep voice which sends shivers down her spine, whispering in her ear, is what wakes Jessie from an uneasy slumber. She stirs, but is unable to move due to the tight chains at her wrists and ankles. Instantly, she begins to panic. Her breathing increases and hot tears sting the back of her eyes.
"Oh, don't cry, my treasure," her captor purrs into her ear. "I'm going to make everything alright. Now that we're finally together, I promise it will be. You're safe here. Nothing or no one can harm you."
The tears in Jessie's eyes begin to fall. So, last night wasn't a dream. This is her reality now. She's a prisoner, and her captor is some crazy psychotic man who thinks she's his. As realization dawns on her, She sends a prayer up to the heavens.
Please, she pleads silently, desperately, please, someone, anyone, please find me. James? Meowth? Anyone?
Ofcourse, her prayers are left unanswered. This only makes the ice-cold feeling clutching at her pounding heart stronger. She begins to struggle, but her attempts prove futile. She's trapped here. Trapped here forever.
"No, no, no, my flower," her captor says. "No trying to escape. Do you want me to punish you? I will if I have to. Unless you be a good girl, I'm going to have to punish you until you learn your lesson."
This makes her feel sick. She wants to throw up, but she swallows down the bile she feels crawling up here throat. Her trembling increases, and soft, quiet whimpers escape past her lips. Her captor only laughs, as if seeing his "darling flower" in pain brings him joy.
And it probably does.
"Now," the evil man says, straightening up, "let us begin that fun I promised you yesterday. Are you ready? I promise, it's going to be lots of fun."
"We've looked everywhere!" James whines Ashe slumps against a tree, completely exhausted. "Where could she be?"
Meowth comes to sit beside James, also exhausted. He sighs and looks up to the clear blue sky. They had gotten up early that morning to look for their missing companion. Now, it is mid-afternoon and they have had no luck whatsoever in finding Jessie.
"I don't know what t'a tell ya, Jimmy," the cat-type responds, shaking his head. "Dere's no civilization in sight, so she couldn't have wandered off into a nearby city. But, dis forest is huge, so she could be anywhere."
James sighs, too. Alone with complete exhaustion, he feels worry, too. And a hint of fear. What if something happened to Jessie? What if a wile Pokemon attacked her, and she's out there somewhere, hurt and afraid? James swallows hard, and stares off into the distance.
Suddenly, something red and white hanging from the bushes catches his eye. He stands up, startling Meowth, and walks to the object. He tears it off the branch it is stuck to, and holds it between two fingers.
His eyes widen.
It's a piece of fabric. The same kind of fabric used to make their uniforms. And, to his horror, it is stained dark-red with blood - blood that is still fresh.
"Meowth!" James calls, and the cat-type jumps up and hurries towards him.
"What is it, Jim?" the cat asks. "What did ya find?"
"This," James says, leaning down to give Meowth a look. "It's..."
Meowth's eyes widen. "Oh, god," he breathes out, fear settling in. "Jessie..."
"Maybe this isn't what it seems," James blurts our. He wants to believe that Jessie is okay - that she is someplace safe. That she is unharmed. But, upon finding this piece of evidence, James doesn't know what to believe anymore.
A/N: I know I don't deserve it, but would you all be so kind to review? I want to know if I should finish this, or just leave it unfinished. If I have any readers, that is. I may have lost them all with my long hiatus. I may just be talking to myself. Hello?