It was perfect. The brat was trapped. He had two choices. Jump off the ledge and try to soar like a Pidgeot, or face me. I smiled. When I had told Jessie and Meowth my plan they had laughed. But so far the plan was perfect. All I had to do was wait until he surrendered his Pokemon. He had no other choice. Then he grinned at me.
"Where's the rest of your little group?" The brat asked me.
"Not that it's any of your business twerp, but I'm trying to prove that I can get that defeat you on my own." I replied.
His grin broadened.
"I get it." He said, "You think if you bring all of my Pokemon back to Jessie, she'll go out with you or something."
I blushed. That, twerp had stumbled onto one of the main purposes of my plan.
"Of course not." I muttered trying to remain calm.
"That's it!" he exclaimed, "You love Jessie!"
"Shut up!" I bellowed going red in the face
Then the brat began to laugh. Not that boastful laugh he used when he beat us. It was worse. I was so embarrassed. Blood pounded in my temples as stress marks covered my face. Without any other thought in my mind, I charged at him with all of my might. His Pokeballs fell to the ground as Ash went flying off the cliff. I peered over the side of the cliff. All I could see was the blue of Ash's vest outlined by a large pool of red. Suddenly, like a truck the full force of what happened hit me. I tried to remember exactly what happened. He had made my blood boil, and I had killed him. I sank to my knees and began to sob. Then I heard it.
"Ash's footprints are here, and his Pokeballs are over there. He came this way." Tracey said blankly.
"Pika!" Pikachu called.
I rushed into the bushes and dived into them. The two brats and Pikachu stood where had been moments before. Pikachu looked over the edge of the cliff and screamed. There was his master, gone. Misty and Tracey ran over and looked down. Misty screamed and began to cry.
"That's Ash!" Tracey exclaimed.
"Ash I never told you. I know I should have, but I didn't have the nerve. I never told you that I love you." Misty sobbed.
Suddenly, Ash's Pokeballs sprung open on their own and the Pokemon came out. All of them scampered off. Suddenly Pikachu ran off into the forest.
"What's going on?" Misty gasped.
"When a Pokemon trainer dies, their Pokemon are released and become wild again." Tracey replied.
Misty turned, tears streaming from her face, "Let's find Officer Jenny." She said.
Both of them began to walk away when Misty sank to her knees and began to wail. Tracey just stood there. I couldn't stand it any longer. I ran out of the bushes and into the woods. I had no idea where I was going. Suddenly I slammed into someone. I shreaked and fell over.
"Ow! James, what the heck is wrong with you?" Jessie snapped.
Realizing who it was, my mind flashed back. I remembered screaming at Ash that I didn't love Jessie, and I knew I had lied. It was all my fault. I had killed Ash. I remembered where I was and snapped out of the flashback. I couldn't tell Jessie what I had done.
"Oh nothing, I thought I crashed into a Nidoqueen or something." I muttered.
"You dare compare me to a Nidoqueen!?" Jessie bellowed as stress marks covered her face.
I was delt a blow to the head with a giant mallet, and instantly became unconscious. I awoke hours later to the sound of Meowth's snores. I looked around and saw that camp was set up. I yawned. I was too tired to get my sleeping bag, so I decided to continue sleeping on the ground. I closed my eyes and began to dream. I saw the entire horrible scene in my mind again. Ash laughing, and my rage building. The image of him lying in a pool of red was burned in my mind. I saw Misty weeping again and admitting her feelings too late. I woke up screaming until a hand clamped itself around my mouth.
"James, what's wrong?" Jessie demanded.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
"James please tell me. I'm worried about you." Jessie pleaded as her voice softened.
I'm worried about you. Those four words were all it took. I hugged her as tight as I could, afraid that she would dissolve or slip away. The story spilled out about how I had pushed Ash off the cliff. When I was done, I looked into her eyes. I pulled out a rose and gently stroked the petals.
"It's all my fault because I should have told you something long ago." I murmured.
"What's that?" she asked.
Suddenly I was no longer afraid to tell her. She was using a tone of voice that I had never heard Jessie use. She sounded almost, sensitive.
"I, well," I was becoming nervous again, "Ever since I first met you I have loved you."
What happened next shocked me more than Pikachu ever could.
"James, it's not just your fault. I love you too and I should have told you but I was scared." Jessie admitted.
We hugged again, so tightly I thought I would burst, but I had never been so happy. Then she kissed me, and I dropped my rose.