Black, nothing but black. Death was rather boring, if this was death; no Hell, no Heaven, just the elimination of the soul. It was a disappointment for the faithful Christian, Morli, who kept expecting to see their God. So far, nothing has happened.
Morli felt like she was in an empty dream, and she knew she was in a dream, yet she couldn't wake up. Shadows of a black monster haunted her mind, yet the visuals looked as authentic as a memory. Morli didn't believe that such a creature could exist except in her childhood nightmares, but the creature succeeded in frightening her. She was at least thankful she could think, but she felt like a pointless being without her other senses. Fear consumed her whole mind, and if she couldn't have her other senses, she would rather have the rest of her spirit taken away too instead of staying in this state.
The monster slithered all around her like a shark, increasing her apprehension. What would it do to her when it decides to strike? The tension made her entire being feel like she was burning, but it took a while before she noticed the sensation as the heat grew more intense. It wasn't like fire, but the sensation felt more like she was too overly warm, almost feverish. Fortunately, the heat allowed her to trace the figure of her body and what felt like soft fabric around her, but she could also feel the unpleasant soreness from what she believed to be her arm and leg.
"What...God, you're such asshole." A voice muttered, but it rang likfe a bell in the broken silence.
"What did you just call me?"
The voices were unfamiliar and unexpected, but Morli couldn't figure out how to open her eyes to see who the words belonged to. She was still consumed by a blanket of black that was now like an ocean, the monster now suddenly gone. From above she noticed a faint flicker of light. The light was falling farther and farther away, and Morli only stared at it, deciding whether she should put in some effort and swim towards it. It was so much easier to just keep sinking and to see what lied on the bottom, if there was a bottom.
Morli looked between the darkness and the light, but as she sank deeper, her thoughts began to lose their consistency and she couldn't remember what she was just thinking a moment ago. Her instincts screamed to swim, and to keep sane she did so. It was difficult to start going up at first- she felt like someone was pushing against her to keep her in the darkness, but the closer she got to the light, the faster she went and the more easier it became to reach the surface.
For a brief moment, a swirl of blurred colors filled her vision. She hadn't reached the top yet, and the sudden surprise made her ascent falter for a moment, though it didn't stop her.
"Uh...Hey, look! She's waking up...so...please, don't hit me."
"Oh...hm, good," the same voices from before said.
Her senses were growing stronger with each passing second; she could smell the clean air and feel it flow into her lungs, she could taste something putrid and dry in her mouth, but all that was left was her sight, and she put in all her energy to win it back
Finally, with one last jolt toward the surface, she broke away from the coat of darkness. Her eyes opened and her pupils immediately shrunk in the stinging brightness of reality. Through her mouth she inhaled as much air as she could, then let out several weak coughs. She rubbed her eyelids, ignoring the burn emanating from her arm.
"Are you finally awake, or are you go back to sleep again?" She turned her head and stared at the man sitting in a chair, his elbow resting atop a table with his cheek leaning against his fist. His face was partly covered by his messy purple and black hair, but he didn't strike as anyone familiar to Morli.
"Be polite." Next to him was a slightly older man with gray hair, which looked out of place to Morli as she overlooked his smooth skin. She expected his flesh to wrinkle and overlap around his eyes or across his wrists, yet his hide was very much like her own. She stared deeply into the center of his foggy eyes that matched the tone of his hair, and though he was looking directly at her, she wondered if he was blind.
She sat upright, realizing that she was in a bed, but not her own. She was still wearing the outfit she had worn to the funeral just a day before, and it devastated her to see that it had been tattered a bit with a few holes. Looking around the room, she wondered if she was in a hotel by observing how the bed, window, TV, and mirror were organized in the small space.
"Who are you?" she finally asked in a soft voice.
Both men frowned with their mouths open and looked at each other, hoping the other knew what to say. The gray-haired man sighed, then stepped forward and cleared his throat. "Um, are you alright?"
Morli frowned when he skipped answering her own question first. "I'm fine, a little sore," she answered, speaking at a more casual noise level, "Could you tell me where I am?"
"You don't remember the train accident, do you?" asked the other man.
Morli was about to snap at them for ignoring her inquiries until she processed the word "accident". She stared at them dumbfounded with an open mouth, remembering that she was on a train before, but she had no recollection of how her travel ended.
"Someone brought a bomb...several bombs on the train you rode," the man with gray hair explained.
"No, we decided it was one bomb, right?" The elder man who was explaining to Morli whipped his head towards his partner, who wore a wide grin, looking amused.
"No, I saw the bombs myself, quit screwing around." This made Morli suspect that they could be terrorists, which made her heart leap. Her other suspicion, which she hoped was more true, was that these men were lying and are only playing a cruel trick on her. However, their story did make her worry that there truly was a bomb on her train ride, so she kept quiet and bit her lip as she waited for them to continue.
The gray-haired man pulled on his neck collar, appearing to be as tense as Morli was as he studied her expression, while his partner looked relaxed with a slight smile on his face. He took a deep breath and sighed, glaring at his nonchalant partner before moving on. "The people who brought the bombs also released a poisonous gas before blowing the train up. A-as far as I--we know, we're the only survivors...we found you knocked out, so..."
Morli's did feel like her heart sunk to the bottom of the floor, but she held in her grief-stricken emotions, still skeptical about their explanation. "So...where am I now?" she asked, trying not to show any sort of expression.
"Goldenrod City," both men answered at the same time, who then looked at each other with raised eye brows.
"...Wait..." Morli could remember that her ride took her past Ecruteak City, which was at least ninety miles away from Goldenrod City. Why would they go through all the trouble bringing her here? And why wasn't she in a hospital if she was unconscious during the incident? "I'm sorry, but I don't fully believe your story." Morli immediately reached into her right pocket and pulled out her cellphone, dialing 911 as fast as she could.
"Hey! What are you doing?" The gray haired man stepped closer to her, staring at the screen of her phone looking confused. Thankful that he hadn't snatched it away from her, Morli leaped off the bed, feeling a little dizzy on her feet, and ran to the window. The other man sighed and dragged his feet to the door that lead into the room.
"Wait, are you calling the cops?! Hang on, we don't mean any harm! Honestly!" The gray haired man pulled on her arm, but he seemed to be gentle about it. Morli easily pulled away from him and ran to the other side of the room. She was surprised that he hadn't even tried taking away her phone, but that just made her task easier.
"God, you're so slow," the other man said, coming back with a bundle of paper in his hand, "who do you think she was calling?" He blew upward on a strand of hair covering his eyes, then rubbed his eyelids.
"Hello, this is 911. Is there an emergency?" buzzed a feminine voice in Morli's ear.
"It doesn't surprise me though, since you are one of the most technologically-impaired beings I've ever met," continued on the younger man as he came up to Morli and held up a newspaper article up to her face. "Hey, before you answer that, maybe you should read this."
Morli stared at the paper with her mouth slightly open and her eyes narrowed. As she read the main article, her eyes softened and she closed her cellphone, taking the newspaper into her hands.
TRAIN WRECK OCCURS NEAR OUTSKIRTS OF ECRUTEAK CITY
NO SURVIVORS FOUND
Morli's hands began to shake as her eyes darted to the picture of torn metal that must have been from the train, or what was left of the train. She searched for the date the paper was published, which troubled her when it proved that it was the day after she left to live with her uncle. Morli rubbed her eyes, trying to cover up the thin streams of tears overflowing her eyes, but to no avail. She cursed herself, feeling that she's been too much of a crybaby lately. "B-but, wait..." her voice choked as she pointed at the bold letters, "I-it says no s-s-survivors. Th-then...what am I? Dead?!" Morli broke down into sobbing, watching the wet dots that began painting the newspaper in her hands.
"No, you're not dead." The gray haired man placed a hand on her shoulder, which she promptly pulled away from, startled. For a moment, they all just stood in silence.
"What do you plan to do now, jerk?" the younger man asked. His partner looked at him with solemn eyes, but did not answer.
"Please...leave me alone..." Morli whispered, covering her face with her hair. She watched their feet, which did not move for a few moments. The younger man nudged his head towards the door, and soon afterwards, they left. Morli waited until she heard the sound of the door being shut before she raised her head and pulled herself to the bed. She wrapped her arms around her legs, trying to stop the flow of her tears. Stop, just please stop...
Stop, an unexpected voice repeated in her head. It didn't sound like the voice she used while thinking, and she didn't command herself to think the word over again. She assumed she did, but by accident, then completely ignored and forgot about it.
Morli didn't know what to do now. She considered calling 911 again, but she didn't won't to speak in the condition she was in now. How did this all happen? Does her family know she's alright?
Remembering her family reminded her of her dog, who was on the train with her. She looked around the room, not expecting to see the Mightyena, but was hoping to. She assumed that her dog must be dead if she and the other men were the only survivors. Morli cringed at the thought of her pet being ground into crushed pieces of metal. Poor thing, she thought, dearly missing the ball of fur. How was she going to explain all that has happened to her new guardians?
Through the wall, she could her in the next room a door being slammed shut and the same voices of the two men that were with her before.
"We should have just left her there. We didn't need to get ourselves involved, the people could have handled it themselves if she was alive!"
"I know, I know, but you remember that monster, that...thing. I didn't kill it, and I was afraid if we just left her there, it would come back to kill her too..."
"What do you mean you didn't kill it?"
Morli pressed her ear against the wall, not completely sure about what they were talking about. One thing she was quite sure about now was that the whole bomb and poisonous gas story was a lie, and they were trying to cover it up. However, she couldn't think of a reason for why they are doing that.
A shrill cry from outside pierced her ears. It sounded almost like the screeching rubber wheels of a car coming to an abrupt stop or the terror of a young child's cry. She pinned her back against the wall, her eyes fixed on the only window in the room. It was pitch black outside, except for the dim lights of the city buildings. She was quite sure the screech came from out there, but nothing looked out of place. She suspected that there was an explosion in the city, but after some consideration, the sound couldn't have come from any sort of weapon she knew of. Her hands squeezed in tight fists, still feeling a little shaken. The scream sounded too horrifyingly familiar.
"JESUS! What was that?! Was that it? The monster?! But you did killed it! I saw you kill it! It vanished! Poof! Disappeared!"
"No, I didn't, Mewtwo."
Morli pressed her head harder against the wall. Did she just hear one of them call the other "Mewtwo"? Wasn't that a Pokemon? Morli guessed that it was some kind of nickname they must have made up. It was common for people to have nicknames after Pokemon, especially in gangs. She didn't think they were in a gang though, they don't look or act like the type.
"But!...ARGH, that's so...stupid!" There was a sigh. "So what now? Should we go chase it or something? Something like that shouldn't be...hey. HEY. Are you even listening?"
"I just had a vision."
"Oh, goodie." There was a sarcastic tone to the voice. "I hope you're not high."
Morli began to consider that maybe they were part of a gang, and she too hoped that neither of them were on drugs.
"The thing...it was after that girl."
"It was kinda after everyone it seemed."
"No, it was after her..."
Now their imaginary monster is after me, she thought, then frowned as she gave more thought into it, but...is it my imaginary monster too? She remembered pictures of something black and serpentine, but she thought that creature was from the broken dreams she had while unconscious. Was that the monster they were talking about? Were the images a memory from reality, or was it from her own mind? It wasn't like any Pokemon she had ever seen before.
Morli picked up the newspaper that she had laid on the bed and began reading it.
TRAIN WRECK OCCURS NEAR OUTSKIRTS OF ECRUTEAK CITY
NO SURVIVORS FOUND
On the bridge over the Dart River rests the ruins of one of the Goldenrod Railroad trains as it was heading north Thursday night. The wreckage was discovered early in the morning on Friday by the next train that was scheduled to take the same route that day. When security officials arrived, it was proven that no one had survived the incident that had occurred. "I just can't explain it," said Officer Jennifer Hudson, "it looks like there was an explosion, but the passengers seemed to have died of another cause."
The very back of the train appears to have been damaged by an explosion, but further examination showed no signs that a bomb went off. "If the cause was a bomb," said one of the scientists that volunteered to investigate, "then parts of the metal or the train seats should be burned, or at least scorched. However, this isn't so. It appears to me that something tore into ceiling judging by these marks." Pieces of the train metal that make the top of the train show something similar to claw marks, but many are skeptical. "If these were made by a Pokemon, then it should have left its mark in other places. Something with claws this big couldn't get away so easily without leaving something else behind." The claw marks on the metal are about the width of an average human hand, and the longest scratch found is over six feet. Researchers say that the only Pokemon that could cause this damage are the "Legendary Pokemon", the ones that have been claimed to be seen only by the famous Professor Oak, who says he has genuine pictures of each of these creatures. Only a few of these Legendary Pokemon have been found and captured by other scientists, which are considered to be the only Legendary Pokemon to exist so far, but none of these could have possibly caused the train wreck. Only the back of the train was damaged, the rest remains untouched.
The passengers were not killed by any explosion or by a monstrous Pokemon, or so it seems. "All the passengers look unharmed, like they just suddenly dropped dead in their seats," Officer Hudson speculated. Bombs were found in a particular group of passengers, but the explosives did not go off. Investigators suspect that perhaps the passengers were killed by toxic gas, but the bodies are still being tested for any harmful chemicals.
Morli stopped reading there and folded the newspaper before tossing it away. She wondered if she was accounted for being missing or deceased yet, or if anyone even noticed her disappearance at all. Perhaps the investigators and her family already knew she was with the two strange men, but that was unlikely since she did not recognize them. Legendary Pokemon, she thought, recalling how the article mentioned the Legendaries and how one of the men called the other "Mewtwo". Mewtwo was one of the few that was known to exist for sure. Morli rubbed her eyes and shook her head. No, he couldn't be a Pokemon – she clearly saw that he looked like a person. It was silly to think that.
Morli pressed her ear against the wall again, eavesdropping on their conversation.
"Geez, when is that bloody vision going to end? You look like you're been having a seizure." There were several other mumbles she couldn't make out, but something seemed awkward about the way he spoke. It took a while before Morli noticed it, but she realized that his accent was gone. He wasn't British at all like he sounded like before, in fact, he sounded more like one of those Americans.
Morli began to seethe with anger and frustration. Though she did feel guilty for wishing such a thing upon someone, she did hope that one of them was having a seizure. What has she done to make them want to deceive her? And the newspaper, was that just a hoax too? She began to feel stupid that she was still here, playing their game when she could have easily walked away when they left her alone a while ago. Morli stomped out of the room, tempted to slam the door as hard as she could to make her frustration clear, but stopped herself in time after realizing that that would make the two men notice her.
Morli was completely sure she was in a hotel when she walked into the corridor and looked at the doors that were lined up and numbered. She spotted an elevator and and exit door down the right end of the hall, but after taking a few steps towards them, she looked at the door next to her room and saw that it wasn't completely closed. Thinking about the man with gray hair made her worry about whether he was really having a seizure, even if he did try to fool her. She wasn't sure if it was him or the other man, but the gray haired man seemed more likely to have a seizure. She hesitated opening the door just to take a little peek to see if he was okay, but feared that they might see her spying on them. Pushing the door several inches, she planned to take only a quick look and then run out of the building to could call the police again. The door was halfway open before she caught a glimpse of the gray haired man. It didn't look like he was actually having a seizure, but he stared at the ceiling with his fingers trembling violently by his sides. Morli didn't pay much attention to him though; most of her attention was focused on the pale creature that stood in front of the man with its back facing her, twitching its bulky purple tail back and forth. With wide eyes, Morli took several steps into the room, her lower jaw slightly hanging. She lost grip of the door and it closed shut behind her, making the creature turn around at the sound.
"Dear God," she muttered, "I was right."
The cat-like features, the pule and purple skin – Morli knew that this was Mewtwo himself. The Pokemon looked just as surprised as she was with the same expression.
"...Oops." The Pokemon was engulfed in a bright, yellow light for a brief second, and when the light disappeared, before Morli was the gray haired man's original partner. Morli blinked several times, expecting him to change back, but the figure of Mewtwo never reappeared.
"WOAH! How...but, ah...er, uh..."
"Neh? What? Huh? Uh? But?" the man mimicked, "C'mon, get your thoughts together before you speak."
Morli pointed at him, blurting out all her disjointed thoughts. "You!...just, there! Pokemon!"
The man cocked his head to one side. "Pokemon?"
"YES!"
"Where?!"
"No, you!"
"Me?"
"Yes!"
The man laughed. "Kid, I think you're seeing things. Do I look like a Pokemon to you?"
Morli drove her hands through her hair, shaking her head. "No! I saw! I really saw! You. Were. A. Pokemon! And stop acting like you're British! I know that accent is fake!"
Frowning, the man crossed his arms and eyed Morli suspiciously. "Eavesdropping, huh?" he said with his accent fading. "You should be more respectful, and you didn't knock when you came in here either." He shook his head. "Tsk, tsk."
Morli ground her teeth together, feeling half-foolish, but half-confident that she was sure of what she saw. A Pokemon turning into a human – was it really plausible? Knowing how Pokemon animals were like, anything could be possible with them. Throughout scientific history, they always threw unexpected surprises; it would make Morli wonder why they would just stop now.
As Morli opened her mouth to further argue, she noticed that the man supposedly having something related to a seizure was still there, and it seemed like whatever was happening to him now ended. He wobbled around a bit, grasping the top of his head, saying with a hint of French in his accent, "Oh...damn, that was long."
The man who Morli accused for being a Legendary Pokemon turned around, his arms jerking forward to catch his partner in case he fell. "Woah, careful."
Morli kept silent until the gray haired man casted her an unfocused look. They held each other's gaze until he obtained his balance and said, "Morli...Taylor, right?"
Morli raised an eyebrow, shocked that he knew her name. "Do I...know you?"
"You're about to." He took a step forward and held out a hand. "My name's Dialga, 'tis nice to finally meet the daughter of Jiang." Morli slowly and reluctantly shook his hand, wondering if this man was truly insane and happened by chance to guess her mother's name.
The other man, assumed to be Mewtwo, gave "Dialga" a stupefied look. "What the hell are you doing?"
Morli was just thinking the same thing. "Ummm..." was all she could say, feeling awkward about the situation.
"Oh, and this here is Mewtwo, if you two haven't made each other acquaintances yet," Dialga continued, gesturing towards the man beside him.
"And as you can see, due to his frequent 'seizures', my 'friend' here suffers from severe brain damage," Mewtwo snapped, stressing the last two words as he looked at Dialga.
Morli closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. "So let me get this straight; you're claiming that you're both Pokemon, is that right?"
"Why, yes, of course."
Morli turned on her heels and began walking away, rubbing her forehead tiredly. "Woah, hey! Hang on, there!" Dialga pulled her back by the should and spun her back around. "Heh, look, I know you think I'm crazy, but...Mewtwo! You're small enough to fit in this building, please change for us."
"No, she already thinks I'm a Pokemon." Mewtwo squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking like he was frustrated or contemplating deeply. "You know, after all your bullshit about 'keeping our identity a secret', you just now blew our cover...on purpose. I'm starting to think that that wasn't a vision you saw, you really are high, aren't you?"
Morli lightly picked Dialga's hand off her shoulder and said, "Look, I have no idea who you guys are or what you want. I just want to go to my new home and continue living my life, is that a problem? Please, just...let me go home." She looked at Dialga with pleading eyes – she really wasn't in the mood or condition to be messed with like this, especially after all she endured. She has more than enough problems to deal with, she didn't want to add any more.
Dialga bit his lip, taking a moment to think as he looked down on Morli with soft eyes. He snapped his fingers, glancing towards Mewtwo. "This is the last time I'll ask you. Change. Now."
Mewtwo narrowed his eyes and held his expression, doing nothing at first. Then the blinding yellow light shrouded him and then vanished in a blink of an eye, revealing the true Mewtwo. "There."
Morli didn't react. She maintained the same neutral expression for a long while, deciding on what to say. Her suspicions about him were correct, and she felt she had no reason not to believe that she was standing riby the true Legendary Dialga. As unusual and rare this discovery was, she had only one thing on her mind. "You destroyed the train," she said softly, yet sorrowfully, recalling what the newspaper said.
"Actually, you can blame the asshole standing right next to you for that." Mewtwo reverted back to his human form, crossing his arms. "I saved you from falling to your death."
Morli shot Dialga an accusing look, her eyes asked the question "Why?" for her.
Dialga cringed at her glare, waving his hands and quickly explaining, "I was trying to fend off the monster attacking the train, and being the size I am, it's hard for things not to get broken...but I was not the one who killed everyone – the monster did." He sighed and rubbed the back of his head, trying to smile. "Heh, this all must be a complete shock to you, maybe even a little stressful...I knew your mother, you know. I had to be told by a vision that you were her daughter, but I can now see the resemblance between you two."
The mentioning of her mother made Morli even more cheerless. "She's dead."
Dialga closed his eyes and bowed his head. "Yes, I'm fully aware of that. The days must be getting harder for you." He gently pushed on Morli's upper back to move her towards the door. "We brought you here because we wanted to keep you safe from whatever attacked your train ride. I ask that you try to stay close to us for the night, and we'll try our best to help you out." He opened the door and handed her a card key to her room. "Get some sleep for now." And with that he closed the door, finally leaving her own her own again. Morli shook her head, feeling a bit dazed. Could she trust them? And did her mother really know a Legendary Pokemon, but never told her family about it?
Morli trudged back into her room, thinking that perhaps he knew her mother, but her mother never knew about him. That would make more sense, since Morli thought it was unlike her mother to keep such a big secret from her and possibly the rest of her family. She rubbed her eyelids, knowing that if she didn't feel so dried up right now she would be crying again. She missed both of her parents, along with her Mightyena. It pained her to think about any of them.
And then meeting Legendary Pokemon. If they could turn into people, it's no wonder why they were rarely noticed or seen by other people. Morli turned to the wall and started hitting her head against it. Maybe by some lucky chance this was all a dream. If only she could wake up...but where would that leave her? Perhaps her parents never actually died, and the Legendary Pokemon were only part of her imagination. She wished very hard that this was so.
After banging her head against the wall for several minutes, the only thing that changed was the now worsening headache she had. She stumbled to her bed and collapsed on his, her sight completely out of focus. What to do, What to do...
Waiting until morning so that her mind could clear up felt like a good idea. She trusted that the fellows next door wouldn't harm her – she had the key, anyways. All she needed was time to get her thoguhts straight. She drifted off into a dreamless sleep, peacefully unconscious.
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"Hmmm, I remember when you used to damn us all to to the Devil whenever we got too close to a human. What did you see in that vision that made you change so drastically?" Mewtwo rolled his head to Dialga's direction, his ear barely touching his shoulder as he stared at the unpredictable gray eyes.
"It was a vague fortune, but it told me who that girl was...and why that monster was after her." Fog clouded the window glass as Dialga leaned against it, looking out into the stars that couldn't outshine the city lights, but few were barely able to.
"You're pretty vague yourself, too." Mewtwo followed Dialga's gaze, but saw nothing of interest. "That monster is here in this city...what would it want with a whiny little teenager?"
Dialga only sighed, but did not answer his question. "It's too bad, you can't really see the comet that was suppose to appear tonight."
"Uh, no, that's not the answer. Try again." Mewtwo tapped his fingers on the window sill, knowing he was trying to change the subject. Dialga continued looking outside, acting as if he didn't hear Mewtwo. "Oh, so we're going to make this very mysterious now, aren't we? Is it top secret? Are you tryin' to act all cool and everything knowing what other people don't to make the situation special? Eh? Is that it?"
Dialga glared at Mewtwo at the corner of his eyes with a stern expression. "Did you know that in some cultures, a comet is a sign of war? Misfortune? Death?"
"Whhhhaaaaaat?" Mewtwo said in a low voice, pretending to look dumb with a wide mouth and half-open eyes.
"Someday, someone is going to lose patience with you and just beat the hell outta ya."
"Good thing you'll never do that," Mewtwo laughed, "it's one of the reasons why I'm not afraid to screw around with you."
"Well, I want you to start behaving. You're going to be watching over Morli to make sure she's safe, whether you like it or not," Dialga stated flatly.
"Are you telling me that I have to follow around some Asian-Brit brat I don't know? Are you trying to make me look like a stalker or something?" Mewtwo kicked one of his legs back and forth, confident that Dialga wouldn't make him follow his demands if he whined hard enough.
"I'm going to go after that monster and finish it off. In the mean time, you should take care of her. She's the child of a good friend of mine, as you may know. You usually don't have anything important to do, and I'm sure this task isn't going to hurt you in any way."
"If she's so close to you, why don't I go after the monster and you take care of her?" Going after some unknown creature sounded like a lot more fun than babysitting some teenager, no matter how threatening or powerful it may be. "Anyways, you still haven't answered why Borli or whatever her name is is so important, besides the fact that she's related to a close friend of yours."
"I'm not telling you that yet for a good reason. You'll learn later, I promise you, but this is a big favor...no, command, that I'm asking you to do. Think about it, if you do a good job, maybe you can get a better reputation with the other Legendaries."
Mewtwo's arm tensed as his knuckles turned more white than they already were, his fingers clenched around the window sill. "Pfft, yeah right. Should've never joined this stupid Legendary crap..." Mewtwo rambled on quietly to himself. Dialga shook his head and patted him on the shoulder.
"Alright, maybe you need some rest too. We'll discuss this in the morning."