Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Poison ❯ 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Her face had been destroyed.

All that had been done to her, and that was what finally broke her. She screamed and cried for nearly an hour afterwards, long after the blood had clotted over.

Now she just hung silent, naked, humiliated and chained.

Inside her head, she was yelling at herself to get up, fight back, fucking get up. But she just hung there. She could've taken every punishment dished out to her, but her face had been sliced up. Ruined. She was ugly.

It occurred to her this meant she was relying on James to save her. She chuckled a bit at that- relying on James? What a turn-around from the Pokemon Tech days. What a turn-around…

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Sweet Poison: a tale of relationships

Chapter 2

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All he could do was stare.

Her body was formed from tight muscles, her hair was fire, her eyes were glaring jewels, her face was sharp, her breasts were… well, they were. She was sex, she was power, she was viciousness personified. Yeah, she looked like Jessebelle. But she wasn't like Jessebelle, she was… she…

All he could do was stare.

"So, um… thanks for helping me," he whispered.

"Jimmy, you said that already." She smirked. "Brain dazzled by my beauty, is it?"
"Yes."

Jessie looked away, suddenly embarrassed.

"Sooooo… yeah, anyway, the key thing in a fight is that you want to hurt the other guy. Don't be squeamish. And you have to do it right. Punch straight, forefinger and middle finger knuckles only. Don't stop or let up until they fall, go for weakspots- joints, eyes, etc. And if you can, use your knee- hard, mind. If you can get your knee slammed into their face- they're down, you win, go nick their wallets."

She watched him practise punching. It was embarrassing.

So she smacked him upside the head and told him to stop being shit at it.

And that scared him, briefly. She looked like Jessebelle and now she'd hurt him to make him be what she wanted. But then he realised that she didn't feel like Jessebelle for some reason. And he didn't know why, and wouldn't for years afterwards. It was just…

…he didn't mind it when she hurt him.

After a while, she got him properly trained at it. She would've walked off at that point, but she wanted to avoid being found by the teachers for as long as possible, seeing as she'd kicked the shit out of another pupil and all.

"So, where do you hang out then, Jimmy?"
"Usually the Nursery."
She frowned. "The Plant Pokemon place?"
"Oh yeah! It's great! You should see the Venusaur! And the Oddishes are sooooo cute!" His eyes lit up with glee. "And there's an Ekans in there somewhere, I've been looking for that for days-"

"I love Ekans'! All that power and danger, coiled up inside a sublimely designed pattern of scale and golden eye, a thing of beauty that hides a deadly side… Almost like… me!"
One thing led to another and both talked like this for a while, each trying to outdo the other in flowery prose.

Once they actually reached the Nursery, Jessie turned morose and kicked at the grass for a bit.

"What's wrong?" asked James.

"None of your business."
(i'm realising i've never talked with someone like that since i last saw mum)
(remembering how much we talked like that, me trying to equal & impress her)

(don't fucking cry fucking don't)

"Anyway, where's that Ekans?"

"Well, you said you're one," he said, smiling slightly. "You could substitute for it!"
Jessie smirked and arched her back, twisting herself and flickering her tongue out. "Ekansssssss," she hissed, "Ekansssssss comes to EAT YOUR SOUL!"

"You can't take my soul, I've got it insured! Take my spleen instead!"
"Ekanssssssss not like spleen! They taste like dry semen!"
"What's semen?"
Jessie paused briefly, stunned by this lack of knowledge.

"OK, it looks to me like I'm going to have a little chat with you right now…"

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"I don't want to hear it."
Silence from the other figure.

"I don't want you telling me what you've just done to her. Just… no."
Before his unwilling eyes, photographs of Jessie's torn and bloodied face were shown.

"Oh Jesus." He felt sick. "Why are you doing this to her? Wh-"

"Because she's the reason you left me and everything else!"
"So was Meowth. You don't have him." James locked eyes with her, even as they filled with tears. "It's because she looks like you, isn't it? That's why you're doing this. Because she looks like you."