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Title: Lines in the Sand
Author: Shinymonkey8
Chapter 7: Confrontation
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In another flash of white light, Mewtwo was back at his home. The strange sound the teleporting made immediately woke up the Skitty sleeping in the corner. His eyes slowly opening, he groggily greeted him.
"Oh, hey M—"
His voice caught in the back of his throat as he saw what confused, but exited Mewtwo had in his arms.
"Wh—is that…"
He had seen the limp body of another Mewtwo, hanging limply in the arms of Mewtwo. The limp body looked starved, and quite shockingly, looked female.
Alvar had had more than one conversation with Mewtwo about his past, and he had been rather stubborn, but in the Skitty's persistence, he finally got Mewtwo to open up. He knew he was a clone, and he thought he knew Mewtwo was the only one of his species. Had Mewtwo lied?
Mewtwo just stared at the female in his arms.
"Mewtwo, who is that…"
He finally took his eyes off the female, "I—I don't know…"
The kitten had never seen the male Mewtwo so distraught and confused before, even though he had only known him for a little over 2 months.
"Well, please explain when you have the time…" He could tell now was not the time to be asking questions.
Mewtwo nodded and set the fragile female on his bed, gently. She smelled horrible, like a sewer, but Mewtwo didn't seem to notice. He was pacing, completely lost for words. He had no idea what to do.
He stopped pacing for a moment to examine the other Mewtwo.
The fine, light fur she had was completely matted with dirt, almost like she had been rolling in mud. Her face was weak and frail. It was strikingly similar to his own face, but it was noticeably feminine. The Skitty was seemingly doing the same thing as Mewtwo, also noticing the similarities.
"How is this possible," the normally energetic Skitty couldn't stop at least that question from exiting his mouth; "you said you were the only one…"
"I believed so as well. I am just as confused as you Alvar…" he said with that same confused, but some how excited tone.
The kitten was about to ask where he found her when Mewtwo took a damp cloth from out of nowher, and dabbed at the burning forehead of the female. This seemed to help, as she began to stir. Mewtwo's eyes widened, and he stared at hers, expecting them to open.
But they didn't, and Mewtwo and Alvar sat there for hours, nervously, but excitedly watching over the unconscious female. Mewtwo spent the time pacing back and forth, his tail lashing through the air. Alvar, not used to sitting still for so long, had gone and touched the female's hand, which in turn had made Mewtwo freak out. Mewtwo needed sleep; the extreme emotional drain had taken its toll on him. When he finally calmed down, the Skitty offered to watch over her while he slept, but Mewtwo refused.
"I must be here when she wakes up."
The Skitty didn't ask why. He guessed that another reason he wouldn't let him watch over her was because he thought Alvar might touch her again. What was wrong with touching her, the kitten thought. Mewtwo had kept the damp cloth on the female's forehead, rewetting it periodically. It had seemed to keep the fever that she apparently had down. When he finished with the cloth, he began pacing again, his tail still flicking through the air.
The Skitty did have a lot of unanswered questions, like how she got unconscious, why she looked so starved, questions like that. But he didn't ask them. He had a feeling by the way Mewtwo acted that he didn't have any of the answers.
The two conscious pokemon's conversations were limited; the tension in the room was palpable. It continued on like this for a few more hours. The female's breathing did seem to get less shallow and erratic, like she was finally exiting a nightmare. That was about the time she started to wake.
She let in a sudden sharp breath, and her eyes flew open.
Her eyes… were so beautiful.
All of Mewtwo's worry and confusion disappeared for a small moment as he saw her eyes for the first time. Her amethyst eyes, the same color as his, were the epitome of beauty, but not physical beauty. It wasn't emotional beauty or any other type either. He couldn't explain it.
As Alvar saw Mewtwo's stunned, amazed look, watching the female's eyes open, he was sad to see the evanescence of his bliss, his numbness to feeling. All that happiness and ecstacy had faded away. He saw Mewtwo realize what was happening, that the female Mewtwo was awakening, and he saw as they were both thrust back in to reality.
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As the amethyst eyes of the female slowly gained comprehension of her surroundings, the first thing she saw was another pair of amethyst eyes. At first, she thought she was looking into a mirror. As the last of the drowsiness faded she saw how she was verywrong.
Lyric stared up at Mewtwo; they both had unreadable expressions on their faces, too many emotions to count. Mewtwo unknowingly backed away very slowly, keeping his gaze on her, paralyzed in emotion. It wasn't very different for Alvar, except the shock in having everything he believed in turn to dust wasn't present.
It was a moment of silence.
The next chapter in their lives had started.
The first thing to break the silence of the emotions running silently wild, was the bed squeaking as Lyric slowly and cautiously sat up. Mewtwo gave her a little more space, and still remained silent.
The first and seemingly most appropriate words were spoken by Mewtwo, finally coming out of his stupor.
"Are you feeling alright?"
Lyric made a microscopic jolt backwards, surprised by the psychic voice she could hear, coming from the other of her species. It took her until now to put the pieces together, but this must have been the other Mewtwo…
Mewtwo noticed the microscopic jolt, and his eyes widened in confusion in horror. Had he said something wrong?
Lyric turned and looked at the small, feline pokemon, staring at her from the foot of the bed. The feline, not knowing what to think at the sudden eye-contact, quickly turned to stare at Mewtwo. She looked at the room she was in. It was a cozy, tidy room, void of a plethora of items. A computer, a few shelves, a bed… Various random items for sustaining life, such as food and bottles of water.
This must be where he lives, she thought.
Mewtwo accidentally read her thoughts.
When reading thoughts, usually it is easy for a psychic if the thought is very loud. If the psychic doesn't want to hear the thoughts of others, it can just set a weak barrier up in its own mind so the memories cannot be detected. It becomes second nature to a psychic… hearing thoughts becomes quite annoying and unneeded most of the time. The barrier only goes down when completely relaxed, or at other times…
For some reason, this was one of those other times, probably because sustaining a psychic barrier to block out others' thoughts was the last thing he could be thinking of right now.
As he heard the thought coming from the female Mewtwo's mind, he couldn't stop himself from answering.
"Yes, this is where I have made my home."
Lyric looked back up at Mewtwo, surprised he had read her thoughts. Mewtwo looked embarrassed, as if he hadn't meant to respond, but it had just come out.
Not wanting to stay in the awkwardness, he walked towards a shelf in his room and grabbed an apple and a water bottle. He walked back to the bed and handed the items to Lyric.
"Are you hungry or thirsty?"
Without a word, she snatched up the items and consumed them ravenously.
I guess that answers his question, Alvar thought, amused.
As she finished consuming the items, she looked back towards Mewtwo with a slightly guilty look in her eye, most likely for the show of bad manners. She couldn't help it; she hadn't eaten or drank anything for 2 days.
Mewtwo realized he hadn't heard anything from the Skitty for a long time now. This was probably the longest the Skitty had ever gone without talking or jumping around in play. The kitten was just staring at the two of them, waiting for something to happen, with an undecipherable look in his eye.
He turned to the Skitty and inquired, "Alvar, are you feeling alright?"
He spun his head to make eye-contact with Mewtwo and replied, rather nervously, "Yeah Mewtwo I'm fine."
Lyric, relieved to finally have the attention off of her, if only for a moment, tried getting up. She collapsed, and Mewtwo rushed over to the side of her bed, "You should rest, you are still very weak."
As she lied back down, she couldn't help but thinking, how did I get here?
Not being able to restrain his mind-reading once again, he replied, "I found you unconscious and I took you here. You were in very bad condition," his tail whipping nervously as he spoke.
Lyric found it rather rude that this male was reading her mind like this, and Mewtwo, sensing that thought also, put up a powerful mental shield so it would not happen again.
"I am sorry; I did not mean to intrude. Can you speak?"
It would be much easier to communicate if they could speak telepathically; she was a Mewtwo. That's why, when she shook her head, Mewtwo looked at her strangely. "Why not? A Mewtwo such as yourself should have the power of telepathy, unless someone has manually put up a mental barrier preventing you from using that ability. Did someone do something like this?"
She shook her head again, and shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, 'I just don't know how.'
Alvar, very glad that the awkwardness of the situation was fading, strode up to the foot of the bed and greeted her.
"Hello, I'm Alvar, nice to meet you."
She smiled and nodded to him. It was impossible to fear him whatsoever, he was way too cute. The other large pokemon in the center of the room however…
"Do you need anything?" he said. He seemed genuinely concerned, but there was no way she trusted either of them.
I don't think I'll ever trust anyone again.
She shook her head, and he seemed content with the response.
"I am going to sleep now, if you need anything, or have any questions…" he looked around rapidly for a paper and a pencil. Finding one he handed it to her, "just write them on this piece of paper." Lyric noticed how tired he looked and how sunken his eyes were. Mewtwo then realized she had no means of waking him up if she did have a question. He looked at the Skitty, "Will you watch over her for me now? "
"Of course!"
The kitten was wide awake with excitement, but didn't want to make the female scared or weirded out by staring at her, so he just plopped down over in the corner and put his head down.
Mewtwo looked at Lyric one last time, and walked out of the room. She was feeling tired again, and decided sleep was the best option. She did have many questions, but they could wait. It's not like she was going to try to escape; she had nowhere to go. These pokemon were not of the human species, the species that had tried to kill her from day one, excluding the old man.
…And he abandoned me anyway…
Diverting her thoughts away from those painful memories, she focused on something entirely different.
The male Mewtwo's telepathic voice was nice, slightly deeper than an average adult human. It had this wisdom laced through it, as if he had lived for a thousand years. It was warm and compassionate. She wondered what her own telepathic voice sounded like.
She would have to ask him if he could teach her how to use her telepathy sometime.
Lyric sighed, she didn't want to think about anything anymore, she had a massive headache. Sleep would be nice right now.
But how can I go to sleep? I just woke up in another one of my species' home… After almost dying…
She realized he must have saved her life.
She cursed herself for not saying thank you. Oh right, she couldn't talk, she could have written it on the paper though…
Damn it, here I go again, thinking about things.
Her head pounding again, she closed her eyes, forcing all thoughts out of her head. She tried to think about that wonderful dream she had dreamed a while ago, but making sure she didn't picture the nightmare it had turned into.
The green grass, the beautiful mountains, the wonderful smell of the air, and the feel of the grass on her skin; she could feel it all again. It was wonderful. It was a perfect life, a perfect world.
But she couldn't keep the nightmare from slipping into her memories again as she drifted to sleep.
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End of Chapter 7
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