"Jam: ==> Get your ass royally handed to you."
"Come little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment."
A small blade gently traced down her chin, it's wielder grinning maniacally and gently singing the words of the ominous lullaby. Oh, this had been too easy. Who knew Jam was so gullible, not to mention so weak? The doppleganger laughed, and cupped Jam's quivering chin in her hand, and wiped away her tears with another, "Did you really think you could beat me, Jen?" She asked, being sure to use her real, hated name.
"Come little children, the time's come to play, here in my garden of shadows."
The entire operation had gone completely according to plan, Jam really was just too predictable. A few cries of pain from a pokemon brought the tiny elite running. Jam froze in her tracks when she saw the culprit in the small pokemon's pain. It was herself. 'Well, that's what the stupid bitch probably thought anyway'the trickster chuckled to herself. No, what Jam had seen was a much better, much smarter, much prettier, and much meaner version of herself. Perfectly styled hair made of bright purple hard candy framed a pale white face, lips stained with a rainbow of colors were spread into a wide grin, a tootsie pop hanging out of one side, adding it's orange stain to the lips. The outfit looked the same, but the skirt seemed to be made out of tootsie pop wrappers, the vest a bright cherry red and the shirt underneath a chocolate brown. Upon Jam's eyes meeting the trickster's orange, two pokeballs were pulled out. "Sherlock, Swampert, why don't you come out and play with out guest?" said a smooth, honey-coated voice, dripping with ruthlessness and sarcasm. Jam just continued to stand there dumbfounded, like the idiot she was.
"Follow sweet children, I'll show thee the way, through all the pain and the sorrows."
What seemed like two black beams of shadows shot from the two pokeballs, and out of the dark flash of light came two pokemon, with grins as ruthless as their trainers. In that moment Jam realized the trickster and the pokemon were standing in a dark pool of blood. The trickster laughed at her horror, a clear, mockingly innocent sound. She brought her hand up to her mouth, and licked the blood of the dead zigzagoon off her fingers, then turning to the side and kicking the small, limp body out of the way. There was no reason to keep that useless pokemon around anymore. All the trickster needed was her two partners in crime. The persian and swampert roared in unison, and began creeping towards Jam. Their bodies were darker, duller shades than the original, and the eyes on both glowed a bright red.
"Weep not poor children, for life is this way, murdering beauty and passion."
Faster than the dumb bitch could react, the pokemon attacked, hurling themselves at the elite. The "original" Sherlock, however, reacted quick enough and lept forward to knock the two away from his trainer. Good, at least we would have a little bit of fun. By then, Jam had managed to collect herself enough to call swampert out of his pokeball and gain the look of determination she had whenever she fought.
"Hush now dear children, it must be this way, too weary of life and deception."
Of course it was no match, however. Strong as they might be, trickster Sherlock and Swampert were that much stronger. In minutes the two were knocked unconsious, and Jam was left in a situation that she never hoped to be in. Calling the two dark pokemon back, trickster pulled out a tiny dagger and grinned, beggining to slowly walk towards her original.
"Rest now my children, for soon we'll away, into the calm and the quiet."
Of course Jam tried to run, but she didn't get far. Small but strong hands encircled her neck, cutting off all air as she was lifted a few inches off the ground. "Now, there can't be two of us, now can there, hmm? Jen?" The trickster asked, sounding almost sympathetic. Choking, Jam was unable to respond, but managed to spit in the dopplegangers face in defiance.
"Come little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment."
"Well then, if that's how your going to play, so be it. Naughty children must be punished." The tickster hissed, the playful, sarcastic smile replaced with eyes full of hatred and gritted teeth. With a grunt, Trickster!Jam threw her captive against the ground, smirking as she heard Jam's head smack against the hard stone. "Hmm, where should I start? I know, how about this ugly face? that could definitely use some work." She grinned, and suddenly brought her foot down on the defensless elite's face.
"Come little children, the time's come to play, here in my garden of shadows."
The trickster dragged out every painful moment for as long as possible, drinking in the tears and cries of pain. Finally, she stopped, growing bored. Trickster!Jam knelt down, staring straight into Jam's glazed eyes. "Well, that wasn't much of a fight at all was it? Honestly, I was hoping for much, much more, Jen. Oh well, life's full of disapointments I guess. I don't think I'll kill you though, nah, I think you would like that wouldn't you? The freedom of death, spared from the shame of anyone seeing you in this poor, weak state." She leaned in close to Jam's ear and whisperred,"Cause that's what you are, you're weak, Jen, and you aren't fooling anyone. You aren't powerful, you arent a threat, you're a puppy with a big bark and no bite, and you're weak. Everyone's going to see that now." She stood up, sheathing her blade. "Wish I could stay, but it looks like my time is almost up. We should do this again sometime. It was fun. See ya, Jen!" She laughed as the elite blacked out, and took her leave.
----------------------------LATER (NOW FROM JAM'S POV)-------------------------------------------
Jam tried to sit up, and almost fell back to the the ground as her chest screamed in protest. Her sides felt as if they were on fire, burning in the strain and effeort that came with the sudden movement. She opened her mouth to scream, but was quickly met with a new pain as the skin on her lip, which had just stopped bleeding, ripped open anew. Barely holding back tears, her breath was fast and shallow and she tried to fight through the pain in order to sit up.
The skin around her eye was a deep blue and nearly swollen shut. A not-so-dull throbbing could be felt beneath the inured skin. blinking away tears to the best of her ability, only a bright, blurry strip of light was visible to Jam, who's glasses had been broken. She could feel shards of glass that had cut into the skin around her eye, causing extra blood to drip down her face.
The area above her lip felt warm and sticky. Putting a finger up to it, Jam pulled them away to see then covered in bright red blood. She gingerly touched her nose, and jerked her hand away at the sharp pain. Definitely broken and gushing blood. She cups a hand over it, to try and stem the flow, and grits her teeth against the pain, more tears betraying Jamc and flowing out of bother damaged and undamaged eye. The warm, sticky blood that flowed from her lip continued downward to mix with that dripping from her split lip.
Feeling as if she had taken full stock of her injuries, Jam tried to stand up. She braced her hands against the ground, and put her weight upon her feet.
And nearly blacked out from the sudden pain that greeted her. Bolts of lightning seemed to shoot though her ankle, causing her to scream in pain and fall onto her back. Tears of sheer pain flowed freely now, and through blurry, squinted eyes Jam could hardly make out any distinctive shapes, but could see that her foot was pointing in the wrong direction.
"Oh... oh god..." she whisperred, choking on her sobs, "S-someone....help...." Jam pleaded quietly, unable to move from the ground where she lay in her broken state. "Rob... someone... anyone... please help me...."