Chapter 4- Change
Hello to you all once more. This chapter was quite hard to write, so I want to know what you all think. I had a lot of ideas for the reactions and actions of Mewtwo and Amelia, so I finally decided and this is what I came up with. Hopefully you will like, although criticism is accepted.
In the last chapter we saw Amelia's servitude and her struggle to come to terms with the trance like state she is put in. Eventually, she finds her identity again and begins to defy him…
In this chapter we see Mewtwo's reaction, as he is not prepared for her defiance and sheer human spirit ;)
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Here is chapter 4!
Through the hubbub of noise and chatter, she glanced at the poster directly in front her, sighing with a gentle remorse. The woman depicted, smiling softly, with her long bright hair and fragile features had been missing for the last two weeks, almost. The two weeks that had felt like a lifetime. In the end, these posters, these pathetic pieces of paper, were all she had managed to achieve.
She had interviewed, publicized, searched records. All of the nearby communities knew her name. Amelia Joy was famous-but it was far from a rejoicing fame. Fear fluttered around the name, queries of a kidnap and worries that there may be more...
She let out a soft groan of frustration, running her fingers through her hand. It was no use; she had just vanished, leaving her Chansey behind…
Jenny had to sympathize with the gentle creature. She was so lost without her mistress. Jenny did her best with her, she kept her busy round the house, and the pokemon liked doing chores. For the same reason Jenny kept her busy, she guessed.
Amelia had just vanished. This was a fact. She had, on the 20th March, came home after a day of nursing, stayed in the living room for a while and then had simply gone. There was no reason for her to run away, to leave. She had no enemies or no motives. She seemed to lead a gentle, simple life, with no reason for anything this extreme. And Officer Jenny was certain about one thing; Amelia Joy would never leave her Chansey.
On the Island…
…I will not.
The words still hung in her mouth. The words and the defiance. And there was silence. Nothing. No response unfurled itself at her outburst. No anger. Just, just…disbelief. She almost smiled to herself. That was it… he could not believe it, she had defied him.
Me? You defy me? What are you challenging, exactly? My power over yours? Your superior little society over mine, with all your gadgets and materialistic greed? Do you think a bunch of spineless, pathetic, power hungry humans can defeat me? I can crush your pretty little world in an instant-
Amelia shook her head. Inwardly, she was afraid and she knew he knew. Her fear gave him a certain triumphant delight, after she had so defied him, proving herself to be as pathetic as the rest. Yet- she had come this far, hadn't she?
Your little vendetta against us doesn't give you the right to have power over us! Let me go!
The voice chuckled. You don't have a choice, child…
Alarmed, the woman looked around her. There was a soft crack and a swooping sound. Then she was trapped, a paw rested against her chin
Now, we can do this the easy way, or the tremendously psychic way. I am guessing it will be a lot easier for your little ears, wouldn't it? If you were to make an effort, at least, to disobey me, better than lowering yourself to a pokemon master, a subhuman creature…
Amelia's anger dissipated, she winced at the loathing in his voice- the loathing of humanity creating his existence and the loathing for that existence itself. Suddenly, she felt concern for her captor, her nursing instincts kicked in, she reached up and tucked her fingers within his paw, both entwined, softly rested against her chin.
There was perhaps a second of complete silence, neither of them moved, not at all. Amelia felt a surge of pity and compassion. She was the person to deal with this creature, to teach him civility and kindness. This she was certain of, she could do it, but…
Deal with me? 'Deal'- like a wounded animal being prepared to put down?
Amelia jumped. She hadn't realized he had been listening… the power that had sprung into her senses and mind was now slowly ebbing away. The certainty replaced by fear and the feeling of superiority replaced by that of guilt. She was the reason he was like this, full of malice and vicious vengeance, sworn to destroy the existence of the creatures he so loathed.
Pity, is this? You pity me, Amelia? I was not born of pokemon, I was created, and my creators have used and betrayed me. (NB not mine... try pokemon the first movie quote) I am Mewtwo. I have power that you can't even begin to grasp, human…
The creature paused, but Amelia barely noticed. She was barely listening. Nothing else was retainable in her head. Just his name. Mewtwo. The name soared and landed majestically in her heart. Mewtwo. She knew his name.
Ooooh, she is smitten. Let the fluff commence!
