Secrecy

Blackness engulfed the entire area from what Mewthree could see. All there was was her floating in black nothingness. She grew mortified.

"Hello?" Mewthree called in a panicked voice. It was then an echo replied to her. The reply of herself. Mewthree glided forward, searching for any signs of life. Finding anything alive would make her relieved. Continuing her endless flight, Mewthree peered around her. Nothing. Just her and the darkness that surrounded her.

She ceased moving and shut her eyes. Using here telekinetic powers, she tried to sense any life forms around her. None, nada, zip, zero. No result at all. Right before she thought she was going to go mad, a familiar feeling came through her. It was the same feeling she had when her and Mewtwo were crossing the coastline of Kanto. She whipped her head upwards and saw a demonic looking shadow of a man with purple aura around him of hate. Mewthree gasped and tried to get away but something was holding her back. She couldn't move!

The villainous shade laughed and cackled darkly as he approached Mewthree calmly and slowly. She tried to scream but couldn't. Trapped. No way to escape.

"No…" Mewthree barely uttered. Even her words were restrained. She was entirely vulnerable.

The wicked shadow spoke. But alas, his words made no sense. They were slurs to Mewthree. "Gusha ton nu… Mwahaha! Quish sun lin..."

When the mysterious antagonist finished his questionable speech, he raised his hand as if to slap her. Having no power or will at all, Mewthree tightly shut her eyes and was braced for impact.

"Mewthree!" a very familiar voice called. Mewthree opened her eyes and saw Mewtwo over the side of her bed, shaking her.

Mewthree found herself in cold sweat. A tear formed in her eye. "A nightmare?" she asked herself quietly as she rose from her pillow, soaked in her sweat.

"Are you alright? I heard you screaming." Mewtwo asked in an unnatural way.

Mewthree nodded slightly. "Yeah I… I think so."

Mewtwo stepped away from the bed and folded his arms, his normal expression printed back on his face. "So what were you dreaming about? Certainly nothing pleasant." He pointed out.

"A terrible man…" Mewthree shivered. The thought of him was agonizing. She didn't want to review her experience with Mewtwo.

"What man?" Mewtwo tilted his head questionably. He wanted more information.

"I don't know…" Mewthree breathed in sharply. It was obvious to Mewtwo that she didn't want to discuss of the subject any more.

"Well it was just a negative dream. It's all over now and we can continue our day." Mewtwo suddenly said and walked outside of her doorway. "Feel free to go wherever you like." Mewtwo noted. Just before he closed the door with his psychic ability he sternly stated, "But please refrain from entering the basement…" Having that said, the door shut closed.

Mewthree ignored the previous images from her dream and pondered Mewtwo's words over. "Why is the basement off limits?" she thought individually. "I'll investigate, despite Mewtwo's heed…"

It didn't matter to Mewthree if she was caught. She wanted to know ever so badly what he was hiding. Sliding out of her bed, Mewthree strutted towards her bedroom door. She wanted to be as stealthy as possible so she used her psychic powers to open the door. Luckily the door kept silent as it opened. Now Mewthree needed to be super stealthy so she hovered in the air, just so she wouldn't make any creaking noises that the floor would create as she walked.

Mewthree hovered down the wooden stairs. Investigating the stairwell more carefully, she saw a suspicious metal door that looked unusually large. This peeked her curiosity and she opened the door with her mind. Much to Mewthree's disliking, the door creaked as it opened. But even though the door made a high-pitch metallic noise, Mewtwo did not show up. Mewthree huffed in slight relief. This will not be easy for her. She does not know what Mewtwo would say or do if he found out what she was doing.

Steadily, Mewthree creped through the door, into a pitch-black room. Fear overwhelmed her as she recalled her bone-chilling dream. She ignored it and remembered what Mewtwo said. It was only a dream. Mewthree shakily sighed and continued forward into the blackness.

"There must be a light somewhere…" Mewthree thought hastily.

As she took a step further, lights suddenly came on and the room was revealed.

"Wh-what?…" Mewthree's eyes widened and her voice was a hoarse whisper. "What is this place?"

A huge machine with a conveyor belt was bolted into the floor, with strange arm-like grapplers above it. In the background of the contraption was a huge computer screen. Finally there were tubes. Big cylinder tubes that was all to familiar to Mewthree.

"Is he creating…clones?" Mewthree said aloud. She couldn't believe what she saw. It was all déjà vu to her.

"I see your listening skills are rather low…" a familiar low voice growled.

Mewthree froze and had a dreadful feeling of fear and guilt. She turned slowly to see the obvious voice behind her. Mewtwo was leaning against the metal doorframe with an unsatisfied look on his pale, glaring face.

"Mewtwo…" Mewthree paused. "What is the meaning of this?"

Mewtwo sighed and stepped away from the doorway and strolled a little towards her.

"It is none of your concern." Mewtwo spoke softly. "This is my business not yours."

Mewthree grew slightly annoyed.

"You are making clones. I should have known."

Mewtwo's face twisted to a frown.

"Yes I am…but I am doing it for a great cause…"

Mewthree shook her head slightly and took a step forward.

"You out of all pokemon should know what it's like to be a clone. A shadow."

Mewtwo narrowed his eyes for a moment.

"Of coarse I do… Alas, I must do what I can for a new revolution…"

The look on Mewthree's face turned into confusion.

"Revolution? Of what?"

Mewtwo looked back at her with intensity.

"Of clones."

A yelp escaped Mewthree's throat as she retorted.

"Have you gone mad? What is the purpose of this revolution? Why are you doing this?"

"Don't you see?" Mewtwo glowered. "Clones are better than the original and if we want a perfect world, then we need perfect creatures."

"Madness! I haven't been in this world long but I see no reason why we must kill so many innocents just so you can have your perfect world!"

Mewthree didn't notice the sudden outburst she made right after Mewtwo's statement. Mewtwo just stood shocked, not expecting her reply to be so rash. However his calm stature returned and he grew slightly confused and annoyed.

"Well there is no use arguing over something we shall never agree on." Mewtwo stated plainly. He turned away and placed his hand on the side frame whilst looking over his shoulder. "This conversation never happened. We shall never speak of this subject again. Understand?"

Mewthree looked at Mewtwo with a look of confusion and annoyance. She nodded slowly and said nothing more.

"Good…" With only that said, Mewtwo looked back away from Mewthree and teleported away.

Mewthree lowered her head. The one person she trusts has intentions that may threaten the world. She gave a deep sigh and teleported to her room. Mewthree casually stumbled onto her bed and lied down in silence.

"Right when I thought things were going to turn out for the best, more problems surface to push me back." Mewthree pondered internally. "What is a perfect world anyway? Why can't we all live together and aside our differences?" Mewthree turned to her side. "I guess… I guess I will never understand. I will just have to follow him and try to reason with him as he continues with his plans."

Mewthree got up from bed and walked over to the balcony door and opened the glass sliding door. She peered out at the beautiful, glimmering ocean as the orange and pink shadowed sky blissfully adorned it.

"Being of great power…" Mewthree whispered as she closed her eyes, bowed her head and clasped her hands together. "please guide me through the future events I will be encountering, for I know deep within my heart that you have the best intentions for me and the world... We both sincerely need your guidance..."