No Pancham or Pangoro dared to fight back.
Not a single Pancham or Pangoro in the rows being contained dared to speak.
Not a single one looked to the sky.
The crimson sky with no sun, no moon, the world with no wind, and no rain made it clear death consumed their world and their most powerful were gone.
Everything they had treasured was gone.
Jessie and James really did get rid of anyone that could help them. Even their greatest fell to them. The crimson sky was all the proof they needed.
The Panchams and Pangoros had all gone silent, crying and hanging their heads in despair, weeping as they mourned the destruction of their home, of their brethren, their utter destruction, the death of young, and the obliteration of the landscape as they had once known it.
Some tried to keep the will to fight despite the horrifying backlashes and aftermath of the battle. These Pancham and Pangoro kept their heads low, muttering quietly to themselves.
Others wept.
Their will and spirit whittled away entirely.
They walked down a path of trees where Pancham and Pangoro were being screwed into the tree trunks, left to hang there, bleed, and suffer for the rest of their lives.
Other Pacham and Pangoro were forced to chop into them with axes, and the trees themselves in other areas.
Trees began to fall that had Pancham and Pangoro nailed into them, sending shrieks echoing every few minutes.
Many tried not to look, but seeing so many of their own being hauled away, pounded into trees, being forced to chop each other into pieces, more being half crushed by trees, and some Pancham and Pangoro being thrown into pits of fire, they had to steal a glance or look.
It was almost on instinct alone they had to look.
Seeing so many suffering, but not dying took what resolve and courage they had left.
They walked past groups of Pancham and Pangoro being impaled on wooden stakes, and Meowth carrying the stakes so they were upright and the Pancham and Pangoro screamed at the sky as they struggled and writhed in pain.
They made another turn through the barren, noise and Pancham and Pangoro ridden terrain and came upon a broad opening that led to a half murky, half crimson river and the newly constructed slaughter camps that were already in use.
There were piles of dead Pancham and Pangoro forming walls by the river and there were small piles of heads dotting every few feet. Some piles went into the shallowest area of the river, where the piles would clutter down as they became bloated. Thousands of Pancham and Pangoro were being impaled at the entrances of the camps, all of them writhing, shrieking, screeching, and struggling on massive spears.
They were thrashing on top of each other, some with only impaled arms and legs, others totally impaled, all of them nestled tightly on top of one another.
All of them screamed, screeched, and cried out in pain.
Blood soaked their fur and the ground beneath them.
Puddles of Pancham and Pangoro blood were soaking the ground, starting to get a few inches deep as more and more were raised skyward on spears, stakes, and other pointed objects..
Jessie and James marched about, making sure that any Pancham and Pangoro never got the idea to even try an attack as they split them up, using nets and electrified nets to throw them into position, drag them across miles, and leave them with burns and cuts that went as deep as their bones.
Pancham were small and looked up to Pangoro, and seeing so many Pangoro being brutalized meant their escape would never happen, and their capture was simple considering many were severely amputated. The most they could do was shriek, fall, stumble around, or claw at the ground futilely.
The first several dozen waves of Pancham and Pangoro were all thrown into wooden cages. They were carved, maimed, and amputated without a second thought as was the mandatory procedure set forth for all Pancham and Pangoro put into containment. They were then forced to go out and fish, chop down trees, hunt, and to assemble more food stores.
Amputated Pancham were stuffed by the dozens, crushed against the walls and spikes of the cages, tearing tendons, puncturing through fur and skin, halving limbs, piercing throats, chipping and breaking bones if they weren't already, and forcing the wood to shift to the left or right to compensate their weight.
James pounded wooden sticks against them with sharpened points to make more room, impale, and stuff more Pancham in, repeating the process until the cage could just barely close and there were limbs thrashing around out of control.
The ground was cluttered together with the structures, each marked as big masses of writhing fur and shining black eyes.
More were hauled into larger cages, all towering over seven feet, and with multiple levels, formed in tight grid patterns that overlapped each other. They were stuffed in until it began to lean left or right, barely supporting their weight, and sending them all into panicked frenzies as it swayed left and right with their movements.
There were containment areas that had a vast cage.
The Pancham were stuffed in them until not a single one could even move.
Each prison was made from the very same trees the Pancham had once treasured.
Meowth remained at Jessie's side as Pancham after Pangoro approached her with wooden trays assorted with their food. One after the next they came, all holding the tray over their heads, doing their best to keep their eyes low, and didn't dare make a single sound to catch his wrath.
They seen too many being struck in the face until they were bloody and couldn't move. They seen James thrust too many into the sky to be swallowed by lightning and thunder.
Jessie was waiting to see meat, and she was starting to get agitated not having any. There were too many vegetables, fruits, nuts, and things that were not meat. There was no juicy flesh, nothing to sink her teeth into, and it began to agitate her.
"These are fruits."
Meowth pointed at a tray with small red berries on them.
Jessie examined the Pancham holding the tray, noting it had a finger and thumb on its right hand and only had a thumb on its left hand. Scars lined its body.
This was the Pancham that belonged to Serena. Jessie could remember taking it and the beating Meowth gave it.
Idiotic runt.
Jessie examined the tiny red berries and tried a few handfuls of them. The berries had a good taste, and so she had several more handfuls.
But, they weren't going to satiate or quench her hunger.
She needed meat.
"Ask this rat where the meat is. I want meat, not berries. This is something brats would eat to fill themselves up."
Meowth looked at the Pancham. "Meowth, Meowth. Meowth. Meowth."
"Pancham, pan. Pancham." The Pancham held the wooden tray up at Meowth and Jessie, looking at them with its big black eyes, nose moving in fright.
"Meowth! Meowth, Meowth! Meowth!"
"Pancham. Pancham, Pancham! Pancham. Pancham."
James looked at the Pancham with hatred burning in his eyes.
"Well?"
"This Pancham says what on here is food. Berries are good. It likes these berries very much."
James smacked the wooden tray out of the Pancham's amputated hands to show his view on the matter. The tray smashed into a tree, startling the Pancham backwards, and forced it to stagger and fumble around in fear before it could finally regather itself.
Meowth pinched the klutz of a Pancham by the nose, rotating his wrist hard to the side, having enough of the clumsy theatrics of the Pancham and sent it into a shrieking fit.
"Meowth. Meowth. Meowth! Meowth!"
"Pancham! Pan! Pancham."
Jessie looked at Meowth.
James peeled his eyes away from the Pancham for a second, resisting the urge to kick it again.
"What is this furry rat...Screeching and shrieking on about now?"
"It insists these berries are very good food. Part of the forest is burning where they come together. These berries are the only food he has to give you right now."
Meowth glanced around for a moment. "I am sure we have meat somewhere around here or at another location. We are forcing the Pancham and Pangoro in captivity to chop down their homes, hunt, fish, and harvest, even if they have no fingers, legs, or limbs. Meat shouldn't be a problem."
"I need meat right now."
"I understand. We may have acquired some fish. I will check with containment centers forty six, ninety two, seventy three, and thirty nine."
"I need meat. Not fish. Meat."
"I understand."
Jessie was certain that Meowth did fully understand, and she wasn't going to engage him at all on the subject. Now the Pancham was going to suffer a fate worse than death. She needed protein immediately, and the Pancham in front of her was pure protein.
Meat.
"Tell this Pancham I am going to eat it piece by piece."
Jessie glowered down at the creature with pure hatred and rage, seeing nothing but the Pancham's big, black shining eyes.
Meowth began to speak.
"Meowth. Meowth. Meowth, meowth! Meowth!"
The Pancham flinched, scattering away, flailing its limbs in pure terror. It quickly bowed its head, weeping and begging as it absorbed the full weight of those words.
It absorbed the full meaning without any reprieve.
"Pancham! Pancham! Pan!" The Pancham shook with sobs.
"Meowth, Mewoth!"
The Pancham recoiled, trying to run away, but with missing fingers and wounds, it didn't get very far. It ran around in circles, pleading and begging, and finally bowed its head between its hands when it fell on its back and took too long to recover.
"Pancham! Pan! Pancham!"
James chuckled low, eyes burning bright red.
Crush the insect...
"It says please no, please wait. Hang on a minute. It has some delicious berries that can only be found here. It is a delicacy of the Pancham."
Make it screech.
The Pancham looked hopeful and ready to get the berries.
Make it shriek.
It even nodded its head, waiting for confirmation.
It hopes. It wants to escape. It hopes to live past this. Crush hope.
Crush it!
James stared it in its eyes and shook his head.
Shatter its heart. Break its spirit. Eat its light. Make it suffer.
Darkness eats light!
"No deal."
"Meowth! Meowth! Meowth!"
The Pancham began to tremble, and its teeth clicked loudly.
It was soon begging and weeping once more, eyes growing even more glossy, and it began to bow its head over and over.
"Pancham! Pancham!"
Meowth pointed in the Pancham's face, smashing its nose with each word.
"Meowth, Meowth! Meowth!"
"Pan! Pancham, Pan!"
Meowth looked at Jessie and James.
"Well?"
"It is terrified. It is extremely terrified of you eating it and its fellows alive, it is saying please wait. Please don't kill and cook me. Please, please, I beg you not to eat me. I am not meat. I am not food. Please don't eat me alive by chopping me to four pieces. Try a delicious plant drink I can make, I promise you will enjoy it." Meowth relayed in his harsh tone, staring at the Pancham.
"Tell it I'm going to eat it alive piece by piece and then eat its young if it has any." James ordered.
"Meowth, Meowth. Meowth. Meowth!"
"Pancham! Pancham!"
"PANCHAM!"
The Pancham wailed and began picking the berries off the ground and offered them hastily, bowing its head over and over.
Meowth smacked them out of its hand and throttled the Pancham to the ground.
The Pancham tried to get up, but Meowth smashed his foot right into its face.
It tried again, and the Meowth kicked it down.
"Meowth!"
"Pancham! Pancham!" The Pancham begged from the ground.
"Meowth!"
Meowth smashed the Pancham face first into the ground, wrenching its arm behind its back and jammed it up so the shoulder blade began to shift and bulge from its place. It hyper extended its arm, snapping it out of place, and rolled its wrist until the Ewok was kicking and screaming. Meowth rolled its wrist all the way back with his palm, taking its finger and thumb, and contorted them, stopping when the joints popped out of place and the Pancham thrashed under his knee, struggling to escape with all of its might.
Meowth rolled its wrist, bending it all the way back...
A loud, dull pop echoed through the area.
The Pancham clenched its eyes shut and cried as agony raged through its small body.
Meowth continued to drive the Pancham's face into the ground, stuffing its nose until it bled profusely, and rolled its mangled fingers until they were in knots. It drove punches into the Pancham's kidneys, shaking it with each strike.
"Meowth! Meowth!"
"Pancham!"
Jessie reached out and held the Pancham in place with terrifying force, moving Meowth aside.
She had grown tired of the exclaims and gesticulating that passed for language with these Pancham and Pangoro, but she didn't even want them to open their mouths at all at this point.
"Pancham!"
"PANCHAM!"
"PAN!"
"PANCHAM!"
It wailed over and over, growing hysterical in his panic as Jessie began to bite off his twisted fingers where they started at the very palm, breaking them off by segments, and crunched the pieces down like morsels with bones and all.
The Pancham screeched at Jessie, thrashing and flailing, eyes shining as bright as stars.
Jessie held the thrashing creature in front of her with no effort, watching the creature suffer and writhe, blood draining from the stumps as it tried to stop the bleeding.
She took another bite out of the creature, ripping through fur, tearing through sinew, and shredding all layers of skin in between with her canines.
The Pancham cried out even louder.
She began crunching bones into dust and tearing entire chunks out of its hands, pulling until parts of its wrist bones dislodged.
The Pancham cried, blood flying through the air as it flailed its stumps around, thrashing in front of Feral without any way to stop.
It began to screech, thrashing its body around wildly.
"PANCHAM!"
Jessie looked at the Meowth.
"Bring more. Tell them I am going to eat them as well while they serve me food, make it clear. Drag them here kicking and screaming if you have to, and bring me pots of oil. It is time I get busy frying."
She focused back on the Pancham, staring deep into its glossy, big, black eyes.
It wept pathetically, eyes turning milky and glassy.
"Pancham! Pan!"
Jessie just stared at it.
The Pancham's glassy eyes shined and a pitiful cry of pain left its mouth.
Jessie set it on the ground, sliding her knife from her pocket and chopped down three times, stiffly cutting into its neck. Blood sprayed and Pancham convulsed once before she devoured the rest of it
The Pancham that was devoured was Serena's. Team rocket took it from her. It was the first to be a meal.