This story is my first one, so be nice! Pokemon is not mine, it is owned by big corporations with lotsa
lawyers, so please don't sue!
This short story was created from a vaguely remembered dream, so don't worry if it gets weird! I shall only continue
if you want me to.
Chapter 2: Freedom?
Meowth was in awe. He had entered the room to see the Boss' new Pokemon, but he
hadn't expected anything like this. A catlike psychic monster was a fair description. It was
obviously immensely strong and with a high special. However, it was chained up to a giant
machine through armor and wires. Helpless, with all of its power drained. It was like a bound and
gagged human. He felt pity well up in him as he looked at how apathetic it was to his actions. It
was depressed. 'No Pokemon should be treated like this' he thought. He slowly walked toward it.
This was very risky, but it had to be done. Extending his claws, he slashed through the wires.
The Pokemon (yeah, it is A Mewtwo) stood up suddenly as its power flowed back in. It
turned around to see a very frightened Meowth. Mewtwo realized this was the one who had freed
it. The small Pokemon was trembling, afraid of impending doom. Slowly, he looked up. The
psychic Pokemon was smiling. At him. So he wasn't going to die then. Mewtwo spoke to the Meowth,
saying only two words.

~ thank you ~

And with that, Mewtwo destroyed the entire building.

PLEASE let me know what you think. Yeah, I know, REALLY short, but Chapter 3 will
be longer by quite a bit.