Authors Note: Okay, there's gonna be a lot of new characters in this chapter, or there are going to be a lot of characters. Also, for those that are reading this, BenHill is actually a Fanfiction member. Go to his profile, and check out his story. But keep reading this one too. Because this on is better. Love the R'n'Rs.
On another note, I am really sorry for the time it took for this chapter to make it out of production… I think I may have writers block. So I am going to be starting a new story to cure the blockage. Now, without further ado, the chapter.
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Benstudios *from the roof*: *Yawns* that last chapter was wonderful.
BenHill: I hated the ending.
Benstudios: That's because you hate romance.
BenHill: That's because I've been through it.
Benstudios: Touché
Jake, James and Jaus (pronounced Jows): We want in.
Benstudios: Jake, James, you are in.
Jaus: I'm not.
Benstudios: Fine. You shall find your way into this chapter. And so will Jake and James.
James: It should be said James and Jake.
Benstudios: Oh, shut up.
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Charlotte's POV
I visited Dace most of the days he spent recovering. Eventually, word spread about the battle that had gone on in Dace's room. But, that's what you get if the first person you tell happens to be a Lopunny. Damn, but Jess was a gossip girl. It seemed her infatuation with the Gallade had only grown. But that was probably because I hadn't told her what had gone on in the hospital room. The Machamp's superior resilience to pain, and his powerful healing system, ensured that he was the first to leave his hospital bed. But he would forever be without the use of two of his arms.
The Houndoom was next, after some stitches and quit a few litres of blood. The states these two were in were more than enough evidence to convince people of the truth of the battle.
I was heading up to Mewtwo's room, when I became aware of two presences following me. I whirled around, and saw a Bulbasaur and a Mudkip.
I relaxed somewhat at the sight of these two. But why would I need to relax? What had triggered my reactions in the first place? Probably the fact that I was trying to be sneaky, and that I was doing something that was against the rules, as it were. I was too tense these days as well.
I turned back and started walking back up the stairs. When I reached Mewtwo's room, I pushed the doors open and took a peak inside. I had to make sure Mewtwo couldn't see me, or he would kick me out. He had done that twice, claiming that a) he didn't like people invading his privacy, and b) visits were on Mondays and Thursdays. Today was Wednesday. After I snuck in, I snuck up to Dace's room and closed the door behind me.
As my eyes adjusted to the gloom, I saw that Dace was asleep. He looked so different asleep than he did awake, the seriousness and many other things were gone from his Aura, and he almost looked relaxed. Kinda. Because, he was frowning slightly, and he looked almost sad.
I walked over to him, and just when I was about to shake him awake, a commotion started in the room outside. Dace shot up, his face stopping inches from mine. He froze, and so did I. We were so close...
I turned away, looking towards the door, to see what was going on. And to hide the redness of my face.
Why did Dace always do that to me? I wonder if he knew he could turn my head into a cherry by being a few inches away from me. I opened the door a crack, and looked out. I heard footsteps behind me; Dace obviously wanted to see as well.
"Oi, we want to see Dace!"
It was the Bulbasaur from earlier, and doubtless the Mudkip was with him. They were faced by Mewtwo, who looked slightly bemused.
(As I said before, there are only visitors allowed on Mondays and Thursday. Now if you would please lea-)
"Well, how come that Gardevoir was let in?" The bulbasaur said, interrupting Mewtwo's speech.
(…What?)
"Damn it Jake."
It was the first time I had heard Dace's voice, other than his telepathic one. This one had a musical lilt to it, as though he was about to burst into song. But you could still hear the annoyance he felt with Jake. I felt him backing up behind me, and I felt both his hands grab my waist. I was surprised my face wasn't giving off light at that point. He carried me, bridal style, to the broom closet in his room. It took up an entire wall, but it was still a broom closet.
Any feelings I had were replaced by indignation and embarrassment, not that I wasn't feeling the latter already. No way was this guy going to shove me into a broom closet! I started to struggle-
And the broom closet door was shut behind me.
Damn.
Dace's POV
I dreamt that night.
It was the same dream, the one I had been having ever since I had been incarcerated in this hospital.
But one could hardly call it a 'dream'…
"(Charlotte, stop!)" I called after her, using my voice, and my telepathy.
We were running down a glass corridor, and there was blinding white light from all sides. I couldn't see past the glare on either side of me.
But she kept on running away from me. As she ran, I started to slow. We were nearing some invisible line I knew I was not allowed to cross. But she kept running, and she turned just as she reached some kind of 'other side'.
(Dace… I have to leave. I'm sorry.)
Then she ran on. I followed, and just as I was about to reach her-
There was a squeal of tyres, and I felt pain jar me. I knew I was still alive, but it still hurt. My legs were broken, or at least one of them was. I felt a presence over me, and managed to open one of my eyes, to see Charlotte. She was kneeling over me, my head resting in her arms.
(Dace…I'm sorry.) Her head flew down, and I felt her lips brush my cheek.
Then she ran.
I felt some liquid run down my face, and stopped it with a finger. I lifted my hand to view what it was; my pain and anger…and sadness… overcome with curiosity for a moment.
The small puddle on my forefinger was… a tear. And it was not mine.
Then, I felt my eyes become wet… and I too, was crying.
Why-
Someone had entered my room, and now they were standing over me. I had yet to open my eyes, bet I felt whoever or whatever it was, reach for me. I sat up, my blades starting to unsheathe…
It was Charlotte. And our faces were no less than three inches apart. I heard a noise from outside, and Charlotte turned to look, and then walked towards the door. I stayed were I was, blushing furiously. Still, I was curious to what was going on outside, so I got up and walked over to the door. It was open a crack, enough for us both to look out.
It was Jake and James!
I felt so glad to see them, I almost missed the last part of the argument they were having with Mewtwo.
""Well, how come that Gardevoir was let in?" The bulbasaur said.
(…What?)
"Damn it Jake."
I had to whisper, because I was too close to Mewtwo to use my telepathy. I backed away from the door, giving my arms some space. I grabbed Charlotte around the waist, hoisting her up into my arms. I took her to the one place that would hide her in this room:
The Broom Closet.
She began to realise what I was going to do halfway there, but by then it was too late. She started to thrash in my arms, but I managed to deposit her inside the darkness of the closet with out too much fuss. I closed the door behind her, and ran back to my bed, lying down in it.
Just as Mewtwo burst into the room.
(All right, where is she?) He asked me, as brusque as ever.
(Who?) I always love answering questions with questions. It makes people stop and think about what they are going to say… somewhat, anyway.
(That Gardevoir. I have seen her sneak in here two times already. If you two are breeding in this hospital-)
(WHAT?!) I hoped Mewtwo hadn't realized that it was two psychic voices that had shouted/screamed that word. But still, I was answering his questions with questions, so not only was he stalling to think, which would buy me time to think my way out of this, but I wasn't giving anything away.
Then, Jake and James walked in.
"Hey Dace!" they both shouted. I wonder why they were so happy to see me. In that case, the feeling was mutual. These guys had gotten me to laugh.
(Hi.) I said back, trying not to sound too happy. I didn't know why, I just thought it would have been inappropriate to be happy when my temporary home was being scrutinized by Mewtwo.
(I assure you Mewtwo, there is no-one else here.)
(Hmm…)
He was moving everywhere, looking under and around things that couldn't have possibly held anything larger than my fist. He seemed to be desperate to find something. I didn't know why.
(Hey, Jake, James, I'll go down to your rooms later, I think I'm fine to leave today.)
They told me to come soon, and left. Mewtwo stopped his searching after we heard the door close. He stood up from where he had been kneeling, and went over to the broom closet. I stepped in front of him, my hands held out in front of me.
(No, really, there is no need to look in this closet.) I said, hoping the sweat on my brow would give me away.
Mewtwo sighed.
(Look, I know she's in there. Why did you think I avoided looking in there while your two friends were here?)
I blushed profusely, then turned and opened the door. The Gardevoir inside almost leapt out, but seemed to hold herself back. She neatly stepped out, and turned to Mewtwo.
(Okay. I'm sorry for coming when visi-)
(No need to apologise. I was actually hoping you would sneak in today, because I am going to ask both of you to accompany me on a…) He stopped talking for a second, then resumed with a smile tugging at the sides of his lips, (quest.)
What?
(Every time I walk far from this building, I get attacked, and by the same people as well. So I need to find out what is going on, and for this I need to go on a journey.)
(But why do you need us?) Questioned the only other pure psychic type in the room. (Surely you are powerful enough to handle this on your own?)
(I wish that were so, but each time the attacks have been getting more determined. Last time I was attacked, I believe it would have gone bad for me if Dace hadn't intervened.)
So, Mewtwo was not all – powerful.
(So, do you accept?)
(Of course!) I exclaimed. I had, I admit, grown tired of this place. It seemed I wouldn't be able to settle down here, now that my fame had grown. I would be asked for autographs, if what Charlotte said was true…
Charlotte was sitting at the end of the bed. It was actually a visitor's day, so she was allowed in here. Mewtwo was off dealing with the other patients in the hospital, so the two had some privacy. It was sunny outside, but there were clouds on the horizon.
(So, why are you here today? You seem to make it a point to see me almost every day.)
Dace's voice was laced with good humour, and Charlotte couldn't help but think that she certainly preferred him this way than his usual melancholy and seriousness.
(Well, you know why I come here.)
Charlotte had confessed a few days previously that she was glad Dace had protected her, and that she wished to become friends with him. She told him that the best thing to do in this facility was to make allies, and the more you had, the less chance of Brayzen attacking you. Dace had been surprised that Mewtwo would allow such things to happen, but Charlotte had quickly explained that he didn't. But, Mewtwo wasn't all – powerful, he couldn't see things before they were about to happen.
Dace had smiled at that, his face twisting into a grin that Charlotte knew could not signify humour.
Charlotte was puzzled at his strange behaviour, but thought nothing of it.
(Anyway, I need to tell you something. Ever since the other Pokémon here heard about what you did, you became a sought of,) Charlotte hesitated, not sure what to say, (…well, they think of you as a demi-god. No one has ever beaten Brayzen before, and since you did it twice…)
Charlotte left the rest of message hanging in the air. She was sure Dace would figure it out.
(Damn.)
Charlotte was surprised at his reaction. Surely the Pokémon leaning on the wall facing her, would love the attention and adoration of almost every single one here?
But no, she realised, Dace never wanted attention. He just wanted peace…
I shook myself. I couldn't dwell on the past, because that would distract me from the now.
What was that my old sensei had always said?
Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, and today is a gift. That's why it's called the present!
They had been wise words from a wise Pokémon. He would repeat that saying every time he caught me staring off into the distance. It had annoyed me so much, but when I had realised what he was saying to me, I couldn't help but smile. Sensei had a cryptic way of speaking and always claimed that it was because everyone understood things differently. I learnt that this meant each and every sentence he uttered was designed to give one meaning. This way, everyone who heard him knew what he was talking about. But only if they could understand him in the first place.
I suppose the way he spoke was a reflection of him. Hard to understand, unless you knew him.
Mewtwo was looking over at Charlotte, who had her head turned away from us.
(But…why would you want me in your party?)
(Because, Charlotte, I prefer to travel with psychic Pokémon, and since you two are the only ones I have spent any amount of time with,) He stopped talking, and his eyes misted over for a few seconds before he resumed, (so, I choose you.)
That was the same phrase Teresa had used whenever she was beginning a battle. Usually she sent me out first, so the phrase I choose you, Dace! had been cemented into my brain.
But now, it only brought back painful memories.
(Now, I want each of you to choose one friend to take with you on this journey.)
He got up and teleported, and soon after that Charlotte left.
Just as I was about to head out the door, I saw a piece of paper on the chair Mewtwo had previously occupied. When I looked at it, I saw it had been written using telekinesis. No normal hand, no matter how steady, could match the perfection of telekinetic writing. It was faster than typing on a computer, but it also had the flexibility of using pen, so drawings could be done easily.
But there were no drawings or diagrams on this piece of paper. There were just a few simple lines that read:
Dace,
Let me know if you wish me to bring along anyone. I believe you would prefer not to tear apart a friendship, being you. And, I would make sure everyone knew to meet at the front doors at midnight. Also, tell everyone to take only what they need, because I will requisition our supplies. The Gardevoir you had in your room with you is on the psychic level, and she too 'bunks' with a friend.
M2.
Hah, I thought after I got over the fact he was using me as a messenger boy, at least he knows and realises who he is.
I exited the room, dropping the note into a trash-can outside my room. Walking down the stairs, I hoped that I wouldn't see anyone. But, out of the many Pokémon that were staying here, I should have known I would come across someone.
It was a Lopunny, and it seemed to be watching me out of the corner of its eye as it walked towards me. As I passed it, it bumped it's hips against mine. I felt warmth flood my face, as I realised it was her. Turning my head slightly, I gained a better view of the normal type.
She was a bit taller than the average for her species, which had allowed her to reach my hips with hers. I realised she was looking back at me as she made her way towards the normal type level, and I saw her smile as she noticed me looking at her. I averted my gaze quickly, and resumed my walk down to my room.
When I reached the doors to the psychic level, I took a breath before entering, not exactly sure what I would see, and what I would be greeted with. But I needn't have worried. Psychic types were usually calm, composed and almost always controlled themselves in any situation. As I stepped through the doors, I was greeted with silent stares. I hurried to my room, anxious to be anywhere but under the judging gazes of the fifty or so Pokémon spread about the room. But, as I passed a certain Hypno, I heard a thought whispered congratulations. A small flare of pride blossomed in my chest as I walked on, my pace slowing slightly as I neared my room.
It had been left alone, and there was still a hole in the wall the Electivire had been sent through. Inside, I saw the damage that had been done. The couch had melted under the onslaught of Brayzen's Flare blitz, and the glass in the TV had shattered, leaving wires exposed. Burn marks were everywhere, and the door was still lying in the middle of the room.
There was dried blood everywhere.
Walking into my bedroom I saw it had been hardly touched by the battle, apart from the small amount of blood I had coughed up, and the rips in the carpet where my elbow blades had bit deep. I put on my coat, which was the only item I always carried with me.
And the things inside its pockets.
I walked towards the teleporters, and stepped onto the glowing green circle that would take me to the Grass floor. As I stepped in, I felt the strange feeling of teleportation. It was like I had pins and needles all over me. It wasn't exactly painful, but it was uncomfortable.
I arrived on the grass floor, and was immediately swamped by Pokémon.
The questions, they came from everywhere. They were mostly the same question in different forms.
"How did you do it?"
But I didn't want to be in the spotlight. It made me feel uncomfortable, so I quickly pushed my way through the crowd. Eventually, I pushed my way through and bolted for the dormitories. I had a hunch that Jake and James would bunk together in the same room. I was right.
When I finally reached the address Jake and James had given me on my first night, I found they lived with one other. A guy named 'Jaus'.
I stepped through, opening the door with my telekinesis. I was greeted with much the same reception as outside this room. Quickly, I closed the door behind me and locked it. By the time I had finished, my two friends were running at me. Ducking, I dodged one, then the others, Tackle attack. I grabbed both of them as they passed me, and drew them into a hug. But I let go soon enough.
"So, how are you?" Seemed to be the question coming from the mouths of my two friends, which was a nice change from "How did you do it?".
I was about to answer, when I saw the third occupant. My elbow blades leapt out of their sheaths, and I had settled into a fighting stance before I could stop myself. I quickly recovered my composure, and sheathed my blades. This was just a Totodile, it wasn't a Feraligator. Clearly afraid of my reaction to seeing it, the water type took a few quick steps back. But, just seeing the starting state of that certain Big Jaw Pokémon… It brought back harsh memories.
But I couldn't dwell on the past now.
(Um… sorry.) It was the only thing I had to offer the water type. I suppose I was prejudiced against Pokémon that had killed my friends in the past.
(Okay, Jake, James,) I began, then thought I might as well include Jaus. I wouldn't want to take these guys away from one another, seeing as they were the best of friends. (And Jaus, I need you all to take a small bag of belonging with you. This is because I am choosing all you guys to come with me on a journey. Joining us will be Mewtwo and two other Pokémon.)
They looked at me, confusion evident on their faces. But they did what I told them to do, to my surprise. In less than 15 minutes, they were all standing with an assortment of packs. The Totodile had a small rucksack slung over his shoulders, James had a tiny backpack and Jake had…nothing.
(Um, Jake, where is your pack?)
"Hmm? Oh yes, about that… I'm born with one! The pod on my back can hold more things than the other two's bags combined." He answered me, pride in his voice.
With that sorted, I sent them all on their way, and told them to wait for us at the front doors at midnight. With that sorted, I headed back to the psychic floor.
Charlottes POV
I headed back down to my bunk room after I got Mewtwo's message, somewhat surprised at what I had been asked to do. Still, the sense of adventure I had in me, that tingled in my limbs, made the decision for me. It's not often that you get a chance for adventure.
That's probably why humans made video games concerning us. Giving humans the chance to collect their dream team, and then actually giving them the ability to catch legendaries, all of this made possible on a small screen. In real life, they would never be able to catch legendaries, and only a few lucky humans actually managed to catch a team they could compete with. But, it was easy to collect a dream team, as long as the team was of made up of common Pokémon. It was actually hard to catch a Pokémon in real life. It was our choice whether to join a human or not, because we chose whether we stayed in the Pokéballs that were thrown at us. Still, the higher level the ball, the harder it was to leave. But even a 'Master Ball' didn't have a chance of catching a legendary, and there was still a chance that we could leave the ball.
Anyway, I was walking towards my bunk when Jess caught up with me
"Oh, my, GAWD. You would not believe what just happened to me." Before I could even answer, she continued. "I saw cute new guy. He was just coming down the stairs, and I met him going upwards. He is soo cute. I was, like, walking up, and I bumped my hips against his-"
(You what?) I almost shouted. I didn't exactly know why I was angry, but I was curious to the cause of her actions.
"Hmm? Ooh..." Began Jess as we entered our bunk room, "Jealous are we?"
(No! I just wanted you to explain why you did such a thing!) I exclaimed, trying to hide the fact that I was jealous. I wished I had the complete confidence Jess had.
"Well I did it because he's an absolute cutie!"
(Do you even know his name?)
She looked at me, puzzled.
"No… Do you?"
I think I had told her of Dace's name, but being her, she had probably forgotten. I felt a slightly annoyed that she could… do that to someone she didn't know.
(Of course I do.)
"Did he tell you himself?"
(Yes.)
I hoped the tone of my voice would stop any further questions, and it did. We both wee sitting down, watching the television, when I remembered what Mewtwo had asked of me. Looking over at Jess, I wondered if she was ready for a journey. Lopunnys weren't known for their ability to fight, although some crafty trainers used their speed as a weapon. But, she was one of my few friends in this facility, and she was my best friend to boot.
"Hey, Jess…"
Dace's POV
At the end of each floor are the dorms, where the Pokémon that are really good friends bunk together. But, on the Psychic floor, it was smack bang in the middle. Still, at least we had one, unlike the Dark floor. Those dark types didn't make friends, but some of the ones with dual types did. In fact, the only pure dark type Pokémon I could think of that made friends would be Umbreon and Absol.
I checked the doors, looking for the combination Charlotte-Gardevoir. Pokémon didn't have last names. Instead, we each had two given names (one given to use by humans, the other a name given to us by our parents) and one true name. Our true name remains unknown, and there have only been a few Pokémon in history to learn their true name.
Eventually, I found the right door, and froze when I saw the other name on it.
Jess-Lopunny.
No…NO!
Unwanted memories flashed through my head, and I tried my best to stop them. But it was like trying to block a flood with a twig.
A Feraligator…red blood…blood…everywhere…fighting blindly, trying to protect…failing again…
I sank to the ground, my hands the covering my eyes, as though I could stop seeing the images and the thoughts by only seeing darkness. But no, you cannot stop seeing memories, especially ones you cannot forget…
Dace's brother was spread-eagled on the ground, lying next to his trainer, Jess. Or at least, he was lying near what had been Jess. Jess's Torso had been torn away from the rest of her, which had separated her into three pieces. Currently, the closest part of her to Bjorn was the chest and head. The Feraligator that had mauled them was dead, only a few feet away. Yet Bjorn, as his trainer had named him, was still breathing, though each one was laboured.
"Dace…"
The voice came out as a rasping call, pained and hoarse. But, that one word, however spoken, was asking Dace to do something he had never done before. But could he kill Bjorn? Could he stop his brother from experience more pain? Yes. He could. But the real question was; would he?
He had come to this place with Bjorn and Jess, looking for the Feraligator that had apparently made its home in this forest. But they had found more here than they had bargained for. The Feraligator was crazed, and in its frenzied state, was trying to kill everything in reach. Bjorn had squared off against it, but he had been no match. He wasn't even half as strong as Dace, and Jess had used him more as a contest Pokémon than as a battler. His Leaf blade hadn't done enough, and then the Feraligator had used its Chomp attack. Its teeth had latched onto Bjorn's neck, and started to squeeze. There had been and audible crack. The water-type had let its pray flop like a ragdoll onto the ground, and had advanced on Jess. But then Dace had struck. His Thunder punch through the Feraligator off its course, and it had come to a painful stop when it had crashed into a tree.
Dace rushed over to his brother, and almost slipped on the wet grass near the almost-corpse. The Feraligator had torn through some of the veins in Bjorn's neck, and blood had soaked the ground around him. As Dace had stared horror struck at his brother, the Feraligator had struck. Recovering quickly from its injuries, it was rushing towards Jess with murderous intent. Reaching her, he grabbed her legs with its tail, and her arms with its hands. By then, Dace was up and running towards the two. But the Feraligator was locking its jaws onto Jess's stomach, and by then it was too late. With sharp tug of its head, it split Jess into three pieces.
And Dace became a blur of violence…
I looked down at my arm, straight at the B. I remembered how I had performed the same act then, as I had to Gus only a few days ago.
Fighting to keep my emotions in check, I knocked on the door.
"(Come in!)" Beckoned two voices, one in my mind and one on my ears. I opened the door, and saw Charlotte on the coach. To open the door, I used my hand, not telekinesis, this time. True to our amorphous nature, we Gallades could chose to have an opposable thumb. But by the time we reach the age of 13, we have to make the choice of having a thumb or not. I chose to have one. Opening the door wider, I saw Jess on the ground, lying on a bed of pillows. Suddenly, I felt embarrassed. I was sure my face was red, but I couldn't take my gaze away from the form on the pillows. It was the Lopunny from the stairs. Shaking my self, I turned towards Charlotte.
And promptly forgot to use my Psychic voice. As a rule, we usually use our telepathy to talk, and it is considered impolite to use our normal voices. However, these days, we Gallades were using our voices slightly more, and it wasn't considered as rude. Still, it was considered manners, and I was a sucker for those.
"Excuse me, Charlotte," I started, and then remembered to use my telepathy. I wondered why I had forgotten, but that wondering would have to wait. (Sorry…Excuse me, Charlotte, but Mewtwo told me to tell you that you should be out the doors by midnight tonight.)
(Right, okay.)
(Also, only take what you need, so don't pack anything that isn't absolutely essential.)
She looked me up and down, and then grinned.
(So,) She said, (you're all packed then?)
(You could say that.)
We exchanged a few more sentences, but it was beginning to get slightly awkward, and leaving them with a few parting words, went back to Mewtwo. I told him that he would be bringing along a Totodile and a Bulbasaur.
At twelve, we were all waiting outside the doors, and we were all staring at Jess's suitcase. It looked packed, and when I tried to pick it up, I had had some trouble. That suitcase must have weighed at least ten kilograms. And it was huge. Jess was having trouble trying to get it back onto its wheels from its position on the ground. Apparently, it had flipped over a rock. Nobody was offering to help her, so I had to. Walking over to the two girls, I slipped both my arms under the suitcase, trying to flip it back up. When Gallades chose to have an opposable thumb or not, they also chose whether they have bones in their arms. If you chose to have no thumbs, you can have bones, which increased your attacking strength. If you chose to have thumbs, then you have no bones, but that still adds flexibility.
The thing is, when you make the choice, the structure of the arms and hands are affected so much, that by the end of the rather painful transformation, the hands resemble that of a humans, even if the fingers look nothing like them. I personally don't know why you wouldn't choose to have an opposable thumb, it helps so much. The fingers on my hand looked somewhat like talons, and I had no finger nails. The fingers were wide at the base, probably one and a half as wide as a humans, but the tips were tapered to a point.
Kneeling down, I put my weight into the job at hand. I could see the muscles in my arm out of the corner of my eye, and I took some small pride when I saw the somewhat corded muscles. They would never be as big as a Machokes, but they showed, which was more than most Gallades could say.
The suitcase began to lift, and in a few more seconds, I got it back on its side.
(Did you hear what I said about bringing only what you need?) I said, trying to keep a smile off my face.
"Yep!" The normal type began, "in here is my portable dvd player, my favourite dvds, money just in case I see something I want, some repels, some potions, some snacks…"
The list went on for quite some time, which allowed Mewtwo to arrive unnoticed.
(I think something needs to be done here…)
Mewtwo teleported most of Jess's things back to his room, and gave her back her handbag, which was filled with a potion, a repel and two poffins.
And so everyone left on this adventure with a smile on their face, even me and Mewtwo.
End of Part 1
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Benstudios: AWRIGHT! I am finished with Part 1.
BenHill: That's great Ben, took you long enough!
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Done, and I am really sorry about this, but I might be taking a break on this fanfiction for a while… So keep those reviews coming and I assure you, the next chapter will be out by 2010.
Sorry…
