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. (note: if you
are wondering this is an alternate dimention thing)
Chapter 3:
Mewtwo panted as it ran through the woods. It was being chased by a few hundred trainers.
Once it was out of sight, it teleported. It looked around, and seeing no trainers, staggered
into its home. Almost everyday had been like this for the past two years. Giovanni had somehow
survived the psychic blast and had put a bounty on its head. For $5,000,000, people would do
almost anything. It couldn't stand it anymore. It would have to find a way out of this, but for now,
a little nap couldn't hurt...
A searing pain awoke Mewtwo from a deep slumber. Panic rose up as it noticed its situation.
A few thousand trainers had surrounded it as it slept and had attacked it all at once. Pain ripped
through its body as anouther attack from the trainers hit it. It swiftly put up a barrier as a third
attack hit it. The barrier shuddered. It wouldn't hold out for long. It had to teleport, but where?
there seemed no respite from the hideous assault. An emotion that had never before existed to it arose.
Fear. It had no chance. Every day living on the edge, trying to stay one step ahead of the bounty
hunters. The worst part was the bounty stated Mewtwo had to be killed. The head chopped off and
brought to Giovanni.
~getawaygetawaygetawaymustgetaway~
Teleport... it must teleport... NOW! GO!
There was a huge blast of light, and Mewtwo was gone. For a few weeks afterword, trainers would
search for the missing pokemon. There was no sign of it. After a month or so, it was presumed dead.
But things didn't turn out that way just yet....
R&R ppl! this will become strange and hard to follow, but stick in there. any good? tell me,
or Mewtwo shall rip the flesh from your bones.
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. (note: if you
are wondering this is an alternate dimention thing)
Chapter 3:
Mewtwo panted as it ran through the woods. It was being chased by a few hundred trainers.
Once it was out of sight, it teleported. It looked around, and seeing no trainers, staggered
into its home. Almost everyday had been like this for the past two years. Giovanni had somehow
survived the psychic blast and had put a bounty on its head. For $5,000,000, people would do
almost anything. It couldn't stand it anymore. It would have to find a way out of this, but for now,
a little nap couldn't hurt...
A searing pain awoke Mewtwo from a deep slumber. Panic rose up as it noticed its situation.
A few thousand trainers had surrounded it as it slept and had attacked it all at once. Pain ripped
through its body as anouther attack from the trainers hit it. It swiftly put up a barrier as a third
attack hit it. The barrier shuddered. It wouldn't hold out for long. It had to teleport, but where?
there seemed no respite from the hideous assault. An emotion that had never before existed to it arose.
Fear. It had no chance. Every day living on the edge, trying to stay one step ahead of the bounty
hunters. The worst part was the bounty stated Mewtwo had to be killed. The head chopped off and
brought to Giovanni.
~getawaygetawaygetawaymustgetaway~
Teleport... it must teleport... NOW! GO!
There was a huge blast of light, and Mewtwo was gone. For a few weeks afterword, trainers would
search for the missing pokemon. There was no sign of it. After a month or so, it was presumed dead.
But things didn't turn out that way just yet....
R&R ppl! this will become strange and hard to follow, but stick in there. any good? tell me,
or Mewtwo shall rip the flesh from your bones.