Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Sweet Poison ❯ 3 ( Chapter 3 )

"I'm worse at what I do best, and for this gift I feel blessed…"

Jessie idly tapped on the cold stone and sung to herself, her wrists and ankles feeling the chains bite deep into the skin. She didn't have much to do. Since Jessebelle had damaged her face, she'd had no contact with anyone for two days, save for the men that were sent to clean her & the cell (because Jessebelle didn't see fit to give her a toilet or bucket) and the men sent in to do the…

…the other things.

"Our little group has always been, and always will be until the end…"

She didn't want to know what that bitch was doing to James.

There had to be way out of this. Had to be.

"Hello, hello, hello…"

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Sweet Poison: a tale of relationships

Chapter 3

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It was night-time, and the two of them lay on the roof of the school, watching the world go by. Months had passed, and they'd become inseparable, bonded by convenience, interests, lust and a shared anarchic contempt for their world.

Jessie opened her mouth, shut it, thought through the sentence again and spoke.

"Do you ever think about what you're gonna do when you graduate?"
James shrugged. "Technically I'd be a Pokemon Master, so I dunno. What else is there really to do in Kanto? Try and be one again? I dunno."
"When I was younger, I wanted to be a doctor and a famous actress and a tree. I don't remember why I wanted to be a tree. But the rest of it… Tried to be a doctor. Didn't work. No idea how you become an actress. I'm theatrically-minded, I can act and sing and dance and all that, but what do I do with it all?"
"When I was younger, I wanted to be a Pokemon trainer just so I could get the hell away from home."

"Family not like your cross-dressing?"
"Something like that."
Jessie had known about his cross-dressing for a while now. First time she'd seen it had been by accident- he'd gone hysterical at being seen until she convinced him that: a) She didn't care about him doing it, and b) If he was going to do it with her clothes, she was doing it with his.

She looked out over the Pokemon Tech grounds and suddenly felt a surge of hatred.

"It's all shit, y'know. Not just school- everything. Who cares about Pokemon training? And what else is there to care about round here? Might as well kill ourselves now."
"Jess?"
"Might as well throw ourselves off this roof, get rid of the whole mess here and now…"
"Jessie, you're scaring me."
"Oh, grow a spine!" she snapped, whacking him in the head to emphasise her point. "Ah, I'm just thinking out loud anyway. I just dunno what I want to do."

"I don't care as long as I'm with you," said James, and felt hot embarrassment claw at him as soon as he said it.

"Nice to know someone appreciates my beauty!"
"The world would just be a worse place if two god-like beauties like us remained apart instead of united as one! The world needs us!"
"Yes! We must protect it from the devastation that would result in lack of fashion sense and sexiness! It is our duty!"
"And so on! Hurrah!"
They fell silent again. James looked back up at the sky, after stealing a quick glance at Jessie.

Every time he saw her recently, he felt odd. Hot and self-conscious. He kept wondering what she would be like naked, about sex. And he got worried about this, because he was afraid he might screw up and she wouldn't want to be his friend anymore, or break his kneecaps in disgust.

That was what he did, wasn't it? Screw things up? Screw things up and have to be punished for it?

But god, he didn't want to screw this up. Without it he would kill himself and be glad to die. Because there literally was nothing else for him. Nothing of worth.

And to his right, Jessie knew he was glancing at her and liked it. About damn time someone noticed her that way. About time anyone noticed her at all- she was sick of being ignored, sick of people not noticing how talented and beautiful and great she was, the fucking dismissive bastards. They all wanted to bring her down, to place her firmly down at the bottom where they could act superior to her- no-one besides mummy and foster-mummy and Chancey ever believed she could do anything great.

Well, James did. He noticed how great she was. That was enough, for now. But she'd soon show the world.

And she didn't realise how dependent on him she was becoming.

"Ah, we'll make it, me droogie," she said. "We'll make it."
"We are the undeniable, irrepressible Jessie and James, and the world is our mollusc."
"Yeah."

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He was starting to crack.

If Jessie was here, he could handle everything that was thrown at him. If he knew she might show up at any moment, he wouldn't feel so defeated.

But she wasn't and she wouldn't. Instead, she was being tortured and degraded by Jessebelle.

Jessebelle. The nightmare that clawed up at him from the pit of his mind, the horrible It that took the form of his friend and lover, and then used that form to do terrible things to him.

Anger rushed through him. Anger because she tortured him while looking like Jessie. Her very existence was shitting on his friend.

He had to find a way out of this. There had to be a way out. Had to be.