Hello, everybody! Here's the requested sequel to The Strangeling's Tale.
It's been a year or so, and Torellossom and her friends are settled into
their new positions, when a sudden threat rears its ugly head. Read on!
Oh, btw, text between ((these)) is mind-speech, not actual words.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, but I own Torellossom and the other half- breeds. I may be willing to lend them out, but ask first.
Torellossom's Story, Chapter One: A Dark Stranger
I frolicked joyfully through the trees. Flocks of Pidgey and Spearow scattered briefly as I landed on each branch, then quickly resettled. I wondered what I should do today; perhaps go visit Natheon, or play tag with Suiculia, or drive some trainer out of their mind trying to find me. I never let them see me, of course, but there were other things I could do to freak them out. I was even allowed to let them catch glimpses of me, so long as no one saw me full-on. A giggle here, a rustle there, perhaps a glimpse elsewhere, disappearing as soon as they looked. Sometimes I could get some pokémon to march across the path in a straight line. They loved playing that game too. That sounded fun, why didn't I do that? I couldn't think of a good reason not to, so I started looking for full humans.
Soon, I came to a clearing with a man in it. But this man seemed strange, somehow. He didn't seem like he wanted to be in the forest. For one thing, his suit was entirely too nice for it. And there was just something about him that made every hair on the back of my neck stand at attention. Next to him was a very strong, nasty-looking Persian. He appeared to be talking to it.
I was about to creep closer, joking mood gone, but just then. . .
"Boo!" said a tree just behind me. Suiculia jumped out of it.
"Yaah!" I said, jumping three feet in the air. "Suiculia! Don't *do* that!"
"Sorry. It was just too good a chance for me to surprise you. It's not often that I can do that; you always hear me." She grinned, "So, what's up?"
"There's a tall, dark and ugly weirdo over there, talking to a Persian. I was just going to check him out."
"Good idea. Count me in!"
We drew near to the clearing, until we could hear what the man was saying.
"This forest will make excellent lumber, won't it, Persian? Yes, indeed, and I will make an enormous profit from the logging. No one will know until the job is done, so no one will be able to stop us!" He laughed evilly, and the Persian laughed with him. I shuddered.
"Did you hear that?! He's gonna log the forest! He'll kill all the pokémon! What is wrong with humans these days? What did we ever do to him? Ooh, I'll get him for this. . ." I started to get up, but Suiculia stopped me.
"Torellossom, I agree. . .but don't you think we oughta tell The Mysterious One first?" 'The Mysterious One' was what we called Mewtwo most of the time, in case anyone was listening. Lots of people would kill to get a glimpse of him, if they knew he existed. Unfortunately, the one they would kill would probably be Mewtwo, or one of his friends. So he stayed hidden.
I sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. This guy seems to know what he's doing, and that Persian has a nasty set of claws."
So I set off deep into the heart of the forest, through the areas that made even me feel apprehensive, until I arrived at the mouth of a cave. I went up to the cave and called out, "Natheon! Natheon, it's Torellossom!"
A figure appeared directly in front of me. "Hi! Good to see you again!" He frowned, "Uh-oh. I smell trouble. I'm not reading your mind - I know you don't like that - but you're projecting your emotions. There's some sort of bad news, am I right?"
"Yes, indeed. I need to talk to your boss. Immediately, please," I said seriously.
"Sure," he replied, and concentrated for a moment. All of a sudden. . .
. . .we were in Mewtwo's study. "Oh. I forgot. For you being somewhere immediately means *immediately* !"
((Indeed,)) a familiar voice/mind said/thought, sounding somewhat amused, ((You asked to see me, did you not?)) A tall chair on the far side of the dark room swiveled on its own, revealing Mewtwo sitting in it. I gulped nervously. The lighting had the effect of making me feel very small and weak compared to the powerful psychic.
"Aw, Mewtwo, cut it out. You don't need the special effects for her," Natheon interjected.
((But it's fun. . .oh, fine.)) The room lighted up considerably, making everything seem normal-sized again. ((So, why have you come? I can tell it's urgent. Explain it, please.))
I told him what I had seen and heard, ending with, "So this guy wants to destroy my forest, and I thought you might know what we can do about it."
Mewtwo's eyes narrowed. ((That man sounds familiar. Would you mind terribly if I sought a picture of him myself?)) I shook my head. ((Thank you. Now, if you could picture what he looked like, it would be most helpful.)) I imagined him exactly as he had been that morning in the forest. I felt Mewtwo probing briefly, then recoiling in shock and hatred. I sat down hard before I knew what was happening, the emotion was so intense.
Natheon helped me up. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, it was just a surprise." I turned to Mewtwo, "So I take it you recognized him?"
Mewtwo's eyes flared blue. When he spoke, his words were deliberate and full of hatred, like icicles in my brain. ((Yes, indeed, I know that face. I had already guessed it. It was *he* who ordered the scientists to create superclones for him to use. Only *he* could be so cruel and uncaring. Only Giovanni.)) He looked at me. ((Don't worry about the forest. I will never let him harm it. Thank you for telling me. But don't try anything on your own; I don't want you to get captured.)) He paused, then continued, ((This time, Giovanni, there will be no escape.))
**************************************************************************** ************** Well! That settles that, then. Mewtwo is on the job, and this time, it's war! Please review, it's the little button in the bottom left corner. . .you know?. . .yeah. Thanks. I'd put another chapter up, but my carpal tunnel is hurting *again*.
Oh, btw, text between ((these)) is mind-speech, not actual words.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, but I own Torellossom and the other half- breeds. I may be willing to lend them out, but ask first.
Torellossom's Story, Chapter One: A Dark Stranger
I frolicked joyfully through the trees. Flocks of Pidgey and Spearow scattered briefly as I landed on each branch, then quickly resettled. I wondered what I should do today; perhaps go visit Natheon, or play tag with Suiculia, or drive some trainer out of their mind trying to find me. I never let them see me, of course, but there were other things I could do to freak them out. I was even allowed to let them catch glimpses of me, so long as no one saw me full-on. A giggle here, a rustle there, perhaps a glimpse elsewhere, disappearing as soon as they looked. Sometimes I could get some pokémon to march across the path in a straight line. They loved playing that game too. That sounded fun, why didn't I do that? I couldn't think of a good reason not to, so I started looking for full humans.
Soon, I came to a clearing with a man in it. But this man seemed strange, somehow. He didn't seem like he wanted to be in the forest. For one thing, his suit was entirely too nice for it. And there was just something about him that made every hair on the back of my neck stand at attention. Next to him was a very strong, nasty-looking Persian. He appeared to be talking to it.
I was about to creep closer, joking mood gone, but just then. . .
"Boo!" said a tree just behind me. Suiculia jumped out of it.
"Yaah!" I said, jumping three feet in the air. "Suiculia! Don't *do* that!"
"Sorry. It was just too good a chance for me to surprise you. It's not often that I can do that; you always hear me." She grinned, "So, what's up?"
"There's a tall, dark and ugly weirdo over there, talking to a Persian. I was just going to check him out."
"Good idea. Count me in!"
We drew near to the clearing, until we could hear what the man was saying.
"This forest will make excellent lumber, won't it, Persian? Yes, indeed, and I will make an enormous profit from the logging. No one will know until the job is done, so no one will be able to stop us!" He laughed evilly, and the Persian laughed with him. I shuddered.
"Did you hear that?! He's gonna log the forest! He'll kill all the pokémon! What is wrong with humans these days? What did we ever do to him? Ooh, I'll get him for this. . ." I started to get up, but Suiculia stopped me.
"Torellossom, I agree. . .but don't you think we oughta tell The Mysterious One first?" 'The Mysterious One' was what we called Mewtwo most of the time, in case anyone was listening. Lots of people would kill to get a glimpse of him, if they knew he existed. Unfortunately, the one they would kill would probably be Mewtwo, or one of his friends. So he stayed hidden.
I sighed. "Yeah, I guess you're right. This guy seems to know what he's doing, and that Persian has a nasty set of claws."
So I set off deep into the heart of the forest, through the areas that made even me feel apprehensive, until I arrived at the mouth of a cave. I went up to the cave and called out, "Natheon! Natheon, it's Torellossom!"
A figure appeared directly in front of me. "Hi! Good to see you again!" He frowned, "Uh-oh. I smell trouble. I'm not reading your mind - I know you don't like that - but you're projecting your emotions. There's some sort of bad news, am I right?"
"Yes, indeed. I need to talk to your boss. Immediately, please," I said seriously.
"Sure," he replied, and concentrated for a moment. All of a sudden. . .
. . .we were in Mewtwo's study. "Oh. I forgot. For you being somewhere immediately means *immediately* !"
((Indeed,)) a familiar voice/mind said/thought, sounding somewhat amused, ((You asked to see me, did you not?)) A tall chair on the far side of the dark room swiveled on its own, revealing Mewtwo sitting in it. I gulped nervously. The lighting had the effect of making me feel very small and weak compared to the powerful psychic.
"Aw, Mewtwo, cut it out. You don't need the special effects for her," Natheon interjected.
((But it's fun. . .oh, fine.)) The room lighted up considerably, making everything seem normal-sized again. ((So, why have you come? I can tell it's urgent. Explain it, please.))
I told him what I had seen and heard, ending with, "So this guy wants to destroy my forest, and I thought you might know what we can do about it."
Mewtwo's eyes narrowed. ((That man sounds familiar. Would you mind terribly if I sought a picture of him myself?)) I shook my head. ((Thank you. Now, if you could picture what he looked like, it would be most helpful.)) I imagined him exactly as he had been that morning in the forest. I felt Mewtwo probing briefly, then recoiling in shock and hatred. I sat down hard before I knew what was happening, the emotion was so intense.
Natheon helped me up. "You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine, it was just a surprise." I turned to Mewtwo, "So I take it you recognized him?"
Mewtwo's eyes flared blue. When he spoke, his words were deliberate and full of hatred, like icicles in my brain. ((Yes, indeed, I know that face. I had already guessed it. It was *he* who ordered the scientists to create superclones for him to use. Only *he* could be so cruel and uncaring. Only Giovanni.)) He looked at me. ((Don't worry about the forest. I will never let him harm it. Thank you for telling me. But don't try anything on your own; I don't want you to get captured.)) He paused, then continued, ((This time, Giovanni, there will be no escape.))
**************************************************************************** ************** Well! That settles that, then. Mewtwo is on the job, and this time, it's war! Please review, it's the little button in the bottom left corner. . .you know?. . .yeah. Thanks. I'd put another chapter up, but my carpal tunnel is hurting *again*.