As I flew threw viredian forest I couldn't help but feel bad for all who couldn't. Even the birds didn't understand this joy of true psychic levitation to this degree. I began to close my eyes as I always did to calm myself trying to remember my past. I was born in a way not even a mother could see any form of light reaching. I was not even born, I was created. The pain of just knowing you don't have family, friends, or even a home can bring only pain and self pity. I tried to forget about that and began thinking of giavani's tests. I ran, I hid, I tried to escape, but I couldn't bring myself of ever finding compassion, so I did what I knew I could. I killed. I killed for that… that monster. I served him and didn't care about the lives of those I crushed, all I knew was they hated me. They all hated me. I soon noticed tears in my eyes and decided to stop. I found a place on a hillside with a single willow tree, it's leaves where red, yet the bark was as brown as I could imagine. Leaves fell and drifted by, yet not from that tree, the grass blew, I noticed a lake a good distance away and a breeze filled with the sent of dew. I laid down by the tree resting my head on its trunk, moving my brown cape to one side. Suddenly I felt something. A force I hadn't noticed, but unlike most, it's power was blue. I could since presences thru his telepathy and while humans were red, Pokemon were green.
"whose there ?" there was a small rustling in the leaves when I noticed the gentle thoughts of a Pokemon.
"mind if I sit ?" a lucario appeared from behind a nearby shrub. He wore a red artists cap and a white T-shirt while holding a cigarette.
Sadly I couldnt read his past like I could most"who are you ?"
"th' names Alfred, but most call me Lucky… you got a name ?"
His casualty stunned me, normally most are to scared to even come near me.
"why can't I read your thoughts ?"
"your guess is as good as mine. I'd say you can't read what I don't remember. Can't think of anything past a couple weeks ago. "
"... Why don't you run? Why don't you look at me with disgust?"
"why should I? Do you look at me like that? Is it something I said?"
"why are you here?"
"same as you I s'pose, I love the serenity of this place. I come here to think"
He didn't seem to understand my form, Maby he was just screwing with me.
"get outa here"
"… I'm sorry, I knew I came on too strong, I'm just lookin for a place to sit."
"then go somewhere else" he obviously dosnt take a hint. Maby I should show him why they fear me. (now deepening my voice and using psychic to intensify gravity) "go" I begin pushing thoughts of fear into his head.
"WHOAH" he trips over his feet and begins to back up. "what's wrong? I was just talkin, you don't have to be a dick."
I stopped "why havnt you run yet?"
"why havnt you killed me if your so strong?"
I couldn't BELIEVE his audacity. I had to admit, he had courage. "… ok, sit"
"thanks, say what's your name?"
I thought, I had always been called mewtwo, but had never been given a name, only a label. I thaught and thaught and thaught… "Allen"
"hmm, it fits you" he seemed emotionless, suspended in motion, lying against the tree trunk. His complete trust in me. I couldn't help but wonder why.