Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon in any way.
Note: From now on Bill will sometimes speak Swedish. However his thoughts will still be in English. Translations can be found at the bottom of the page! Oh, and I choose English as the main language in the Pokémon World, just so you know. And he doesn't speak English with Swedish accent!
Dialogue Key.
"Normal Talk"
'Thinking'
"Psychic Talk"
"Now look here, you psychic psycho, who or what are you?" – Bill Anderson
"The New World and the First Encounter"
Bill was lying in a grass field in the middle of nowhere, still sleeping. He'd had a terrible trip through that portal, it felt as he was going to split in two, or worse, being atomized or something. When he finally woke up, he tried to stand up but fell down again because of the low blood pressure he had after sleeping.
'Where am I?' He looked around only to see green grass almost everywhere. 'How did I get here?' he though for himself, then he remembered the book at the beach. 'Impossible! I can't be in a book! That's scientifically impossible!' He stood up again to look around the plains a little more, he couldn't find anyone, all he could see was grass, no trees, just plain green grass.
'What the? Where's my cap? I must have dropped it somewhere… maybe I dropped it while I was transported. I wonder where it ended up," he thought while he looked for the cap. He hated to expose his hair to much nowadays, but it seemed that he had to get used to it.
"Hallå? Är det någon här?" he shouted in Swedish, not knowing where he was. "HALLÅÅ!" The wind howled, the breeze was a little cold. Bill began to get homesick, how will he get home from here? 'Oh no, the game!' he thought of the promise he made to Max when he left, now he had missed the LAN game they had been planning. Then he thought of his mum, and picked up his watch, looking at the time. It was 11:25 am.
'Oh crap! Mum is going to kill me when I get home; I'm about 13-14 hours late! Okay, she will not kill me, but I will be grounded for weeks!' he thought. He was worried about his mum, what if he died? She wouldn't take it, she couldn't lose another one. He sighed, and continued to walk; he hoped that he would reach a civilization or town eventually.
"STOP RIGHT THERE, HUMAN!" a voice boomed in Bill's mind, he jumped up in surprise.
"Va, öhh vem, jag?" Bill looked around, but he couldn't find anyone. But he knew that whatever it was, it knew he was a human. "Men var i helvete är du då?" he shouted. 'Wait a minute, didn't he speak in English? It seems that English is the main language here, good thing I can speak it well,' he figured out, still wondering where the voice came from.
"LEAVE THIS PLACE IMMEDIATELY, HUMAN, OR I WILL MAKE SURE THIS WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU'VE EVER SET YOUR FOOT ON!" the voice boomed in Bill's head again, surprising him again.
"But I don't know how I got here in the first place and I don't even know what this place is!" Bill answered; feeling stupid as he talked to what he thought was thin air.
"THIS, MORTAL, IS MY HIDEOUT ISLAND FROM YOU HUMANS! AND SOMEHOW YOU HAVE FOUND IT!" Bill didn't know what "it' talked about, and he was tired of this… whatever it was, who was speaking through his head!
"Hey, if you could bother showing up already so I could talk with you face-to-face, but since you seem to be scared of me I understand why you're hiding from me!" said Bill, arms stretched out.
There was a short pause of silence.
"Look behind you," the voice said, not with the booming voice it used before, this time it was more normal.
A chill went down his spine. He turned around, slowly, to see who, or what, was making fun of him. When he turned around he saw a cat-like creature about a half a metre distance from him that stood on its hind legs, arms crossed. On each hand it had three fingers, all of them having ball-like tops. It was about 2 m tall and had very short, pale purple, almost whitish fur covering its body, except for the stomach and tail, which was darker purple. It looked straight into Bill's eyes with its own purple eyes.
Bill, however, got shit scared when he saw him. He jumped back a few metres and landed on his rear end, back-pedalling a little before stopping
'How did it manage to get behind me so close without me noticing it?' he thought, still looking at its icy glare.
"Easy! I just teleported to the location right behind you, mortal." it answered. Bill was astonished.
'Did that… thing read my thoughts?' he thought as he stood up.
"Yes indeed, mortal, I'm psychic," it said, smirking. Bill was getting tired of being called 'human' and 'mortal'.
"So that's how you 'speak' with your mouth closed!" It nodded, still smirking.
"You catch on fast, human, you can be taught after all!" Bill had had enough.
"Now look here, you psychic psycho, who or what are you?" Its smirk disappeared. It looked at Bill with a look that could kill.
"You really want to know that? Do you think you could handle it?" Bill just looked at it, arrogantly.
"Well, if you want me to address you as "Freak of Nature" instead, it's fine with me." It narrowed its eyes; it didn't want a human to insult it like that.
"If you are so eager to know how insignificant you really are after I'm done with you, I can tell you my name."
"About time! Jeez!" Bill was pissed off at this moment. This bastard was going down!
"I am going down?' It chuckled, uncrossing its arms and clenched its fists. "I am the strongest being on this planet… Mewtwo!"
(Chamber of the Dimensions)
"How did the summoning go, young one?" the old one asked.
"It, ehh, started out well, but, ehh," the young one stammered, things hadn't got quite right.
The old one looked at the young one sternly. "What happened? Did he die?"
"No! I think I made some mistake, Master, he wasn't summoned here…" The young one looked down.
"Where did he appear? Tell me, young one, WHERE!" The old one got worried. What if the boy got killed, he was their last hope, and the world of dimensions too.
"I, I don't know, but I'm sure it was in the Pokémon dimension!" the young one stammered, scared.
"YOU FOOL! Do you know what you've done? You've sent in a boy from the Earth dimension to the Pokémon dimension! He could get killed easily; he doesn't have any knowledge about Pokémon! Didn't you see that when he was with his friends before? he bellowed, seeing the young one cover his face in fear.
The old, hooded man sighed at the sight. "But we must look for him, I use the scanner this time, seeing that you might do something wrong!" The old one rushed to a very futuristic-like control panel, it had many buttons on it. He pushed some buttons and the machine began to search.
"Now, it will take a while to find him." He turned away from the machine and stared at the young one angrily. "This was the last time I allowed you to summon anyone, you know that, young one?" the young one said while rubbing his chin, thinking.
"But, Master, wasn't he the last one we could summon?" The old one sighed, remembering that Bill was the last one. "You old fool," the young one muttered under his breath.
Suddenly the machine beeped, the young one rushed to check where Bill was.
"Don't touch it!" the old one yelled at the young one. "You might break it." The old one looked at the machine. "Hmm, he's on an island. It's uninhabited and… OH NO!" he suddenly shouted.
"What? Is there something wrong?" The young one asked, trying to get a peek at the screen.
"Yes! Do you want to know where you sent him? You sent him to Mewtwo's hidden island!" The old one said, the young one gasped in fear.
"But he's still alone, isn't he. Mewtwo hasn't found him yet or?" He questioned, he was scared, and if Bill died he knew it was his fault. 'Well, I hope it has…" he thought evilly.
"Wait, I'll try to get a close up." The old one presses some buttons and the screen loads for a while. When it was ready it showed Bill in fighting stance, looking another Pokémon in the eyes, saying something. That Pokémon…was Mewtwo, whose eyes started to glow blue of anger.
"This……is bad," the old one stated, the young one sat down on the floor. "Today's youth," he sighed.
'This is better than I thought,' thought the young one, smiling on the inside.
(On the plains)
"Mewtwo, eh?" Bill glared at it, "a Psychic, Psychotic Experimental Failure is more like it!" That comment strikes Mewtwo's nerves, its eyes began to glow blue in anger. But one thing was in its head; how could this human know that it was an experiment of that wretched crime organization Team Rocket.
Then it hit it, this human could have been playing stupid all the time to trick, or delay it so his friends could capture it again. The thought of it made it even angrier; this insolent little boy didn't deserve a quick death! He would have a slow and painful one.
"Do you think you made a wise move, mortal? Delaying me by playing stupid so your friends from that wretched organization Team Rocket could come and re-capture me?" it menacingly said.
"But that won't work, you fool, I will personally make sure that you witness the destruction of your friends and then I will give you the most painful death you could ever imagine!" The voice was echoing in Bill's head, especially the word death and painful kept echoing.
It was not only that Mewtwo's eyes were glowing blue that scared him even more, but also that it threatened to kill him, maybe he shouldn't have said that. It sounded very serious, but what did it meant with that organization?
"Hey, wai-wai-wait a minute, what is this Team Racket organization you speak of?" Mewtwo looked at him, its eyes glowing brighter. Suddenly a blue light surrounded Bill, he couldn't move. He was lifted up in the air slowly and he floated towards Mewtwo, when he stopped floating forward he was dangerously close to Mewtwo. He was scared of his life; he didn't know what would happen next.
"Don't try to play stupid again! It won't work anymore; you might as well give up!" It gave him the icy glare which made him shiver in fear.
Bill was scared, and it enjoyed seeing him scared. He was shaking in fear; he didn't have a clue of what this Mewtwo was saying. He felt the fear turn into panic, and his heart was beating at a high rate.
"But I'm not playing stupid! Why won't you understand? I have no FUCKING IDEA WHERE THE HELL I AM!" he screamed out loud, breathing hard. Mewtwo was still looking him in his eyes, like if it was scanning him. Then it finally spoke.
"You're right, human, maybe I was a little too rash…" Bill sighed in relief.
"But that doesn't mean I won't kill you! Why? Because of all that disrespect you gave me a while ago!" Mewtwo threw Bill about five metres away using his psychic powers. He quickly got up, noticing that he was bleeding on his right shoulder.
"But I will give you a fair chance, if you manage to run away from me, you're free to go," it added. It knew that it was impossible for any human to run away from it, or even hide. It just wanted to play around with Bill before killing him.
"Run… away?" he says to himself, looking down thinking. Then he jerked his head up, glaring at the feline. "Hell no! No way am I going to die running, you freak!" He wiped some blood from his shoulder with his left hand. He looked at his bloody hand, clenching it into a fist, glaring into Mewtwo's eyes. "I'd rather die fighting!" he snarled, charging towards Mewtwo.
Mewtwo was astonished of what Bill said. But of course, it knew that this boy wouldn't stand a chance against the great Mewtwo.
As Bill charged he planned to punch Mewtwo in the face, wiping that smirk out of its face. But when he punched it, he felt a force knocking him back. Mewtwo couldn't help but laugh.
"Pathetic! Maybe you should change your mind?" Bill growled and jumped up, trying to kick Mewtwo in the face. Useless, this time the psychic grabbed Bill with its psychic powers and made him flip around in the air before lightly tossing him away.
Mewtwo chuckled lightly at the sight of the human's fall on the ground. It wondered how much longer it would play around with the fool before finishing him.
"You still have time to run away, human!" It still stood there with its arms crossed and laughed at his worthless efforts to harm it. It found this to be very amusing, it continued to laugh at Bill, who was extremely pissed off. He already knew that he'd die anyway, but he really hated this freak. And Mondays, if it was Monday, that is.
"NEVER!" screamed Bill, attempting to charge again, but before he charged he felt his body being energized. Was this a trick of Mewtwo's? He closed his eyes and waited for something to happen, he felt stronger.
He opened his eyes and charged again, but instead he stopped little before he could reach Mewtwo. While standing still he kicked three times in the air, low-middle-high, and then something strange happened. When Bill finished his third kick everything froze for a second.
He saw that his left foot was shining cyan and it looked like the orb was charging up. When it completed to charge he spun around, jumping up, performing a spin kick. Out of the foot came a round, cyan energy shot, about half the size of Bill, that struck Mewtwo right in the chest, it broke through the psychic shield and knocked it back 7-9 metres!
"Whoa! How the hell did I do THAT?" Bill was amazed of what he had pulled off, but he felt like his power had drained. Mewtwo however, wasn't amused anymore.
It was pissed!
"I have absolutely no clue on how you did that, human, but now I will not hold back anymore, you will regret what you did!" Mewtwo dashed forward in lightning speed, grabbing Bill by its psychic powers, shaking him around a little as if he was a rag doll.
"As I thought, useless!" it hissed. Bill was kicking in the air trying to release himself from Mewtwo's grip. "Go ahead and squirm, mortal, it won't do you any good," it said darkly, clenching its fist. Bill suddenly found it hard to breathe, it felt like his body being pressed together, after a while he started to choke.
He kept kicking violently in the air, before his body turned stiff. This was certainly another trick from Mewtwo. Suddenly the grip loosened a little, opening up the air supply. He gasped for breath as the feline brought him closer to it, so close that their heads almost touched each other.
"You never knew who you were dealing with, did you?" it said, giving him another icy glare.
"It's more like what I was dealing with, you stupid cat!" he snarled, trying not to show any fear. It widened its eyes in anger and cut off Bill's air supply again, making him gag and gasp for air. It then threw him away a distance and began to charge up a purple ball of some odd kind of electricity.
"I have had enough of that insolence of yours, human! It ends now!" it snarled, building up the power.
Bill had gotten up and looked at the ball dumbfounded. "What's that?"
"This, mortal, is your gateway to hell, the Shadow Ball!" Mewtwo threw the Shadow Ball at Bill. The ball travelled at amazing speed towards Bill, he didn't have any time to dodge it so he got hit right in the chest. He felt electricity combined with some strange power surge through his body, it hurt, and he was thrown back several metres.
"Jävlar, den tog," he whined as he tried to stand up, coughing, "shit, jag känner mig helt… snurrig… och svag." He finally stood up, though he was very dizzy and couldn't stand up straight. The ball had drained most of his energy.
He saw Mewtwo approaching, floating towards him slowly. Bill was then struck in the face by Mewtwo's large tail and he fell to the ground, it felt like he was hit by a whip. The lash hadn't torn up any of the flesh but it still hurt like hell. He didn't want to bother trying to stand up again.
When he opened his eyes he saw Mewtwo looking down at him, smiling. Mewtwo began to charge another Shadow Ball, smiling maliciously.
"You're a psycho, you know that, Mewtwo?" Bill said weakly.
"No, I'm a psychic, and soon you're dead……Bartholomeus Anderson!" Mewtwo prepared to throw the Shadow Ball at Bill. He snarled inside when he heard it say his real name.
"Wait! May I ask you one last question?" he begged.
"It wouldn't hurt to hear your last words." Mewtwo waited for Bill's question; suddenly he began to laugh a little.
"Mewtwo, can you speak without using your psychic abilities? Or… did the cat got you tongue?" Bill started to laugh madly, showing hints of insanity, mixed with fear. Mewtwo couldn't take anymore of what this human said. It jumped up and, with all its might, threw down the Shadow Ball at Bill.
Bill looked as the ball of death closed in, everything went slow-motion. When the Shadow Ball hit, an inhuman scream where heard…
To be continued…
Translations:
Hallå? Är det någon här? – Hello? Is there anybody here?
HALLÅÅ? – HEEEYY! (Another meaning in here)
Va, öhh vem, jag? – Wha , uhh who, me?
Men var i helvete är du då? – But where the hell are you?
Jävlar, den tog. – Damn, that one took (a lot of damage to me.).
Shit, jag känner mig helt snurrig och svag. – Shit, I feel all dizzy and weak.
A/N
So, this was the second chapter, hope you liked it. A note on Bill's 'Special' Move, when he starts the charge-thingy everything pauses for a second. Just to point that out.
