The freezing cold rain beated down on the ground like a drum. Jessie slowlywalked through it down route 9. She had been gone from James and Meowth for 3 days already. She remembered 2 days ago so clearly as she recalled it inher mind.

It was very sunny, and Team Rocket had just failed ANOTHERmission. Jessie was getting so fed up, she slapped James and kicked Meowth a fewfeet, and just stormed off and took their Jeep, leaving them with almostnothing (everything was in the car). Thus, the jeep had broke down and here shewas, soaking wet and tired. What if they just forgot about her? What if James forgot about her and never wanted to see her again? Jessie didn't know what she would do if that happened!

She finally arrived at a small, deserted village that looked 100 yearsold. It was creepy. A crack of lighting lit it up for a few seconds, and shesaw an old car parked on the side of an old dilapidated buliding. She ran upto it as the thunder rumbled above her head. An old man got out of the car, "You, what are you doing here? GET OUT! GET OUT!!!" He started screamingat her. Startled, she ran into an old building. Inside, it looked like aPokemon center, long abandoned. She looked around. A skeleton of a pokemon shedidn't recognize was in the corner of the room. She shuddered. A rat brushedagainst her ankle. "Eeep!" she screeched as she ran up the stairs. All of asudden, she felt something come over her head, hard. She fainted, knocked outcold, sprawled on the cold wood floor.

She woke up, bleeding severly with her vision fuzzy. She was chained toa chair in a room upstairs. A man walked in. He was smoking a cigar. "The bitch is up" he said to another man who came in behind him. Jessie just sat there, too injured to say anything back. They started to slap her. They obviously wanted her dead.

"Why are you doing this?" Jessie managed to ask."You're the bitch who stole my best Pokemon, my Dragonair." he said as he pulled along knife out that gleamed. "Yeah, and you stole my Arcanine" the other said. "I don't know what you're talking about" Jessie said. She never had stolen any of those Pokemon. "It doesn't matter. We're gonna kill you anyway" the man said as he pulled out a gun. The man fell to the ground in pain, and so did the other.

She opened her eyes, and saw James standing there, with asteel 4X4 in his hand. He had hit them over the head just as he was going to shoot. "Jessie?" he said soflty as he lifted her head up. The blood was pouring out like a red river. James hugged her for a long, long time. "James? You're as good a gold" she whispered. Those were her last words as she died in his arms.

~The End~