Chapter IX: From Another Line
"I just don't get it… its been three days and no word of Mewtwo," grimaced Weavile to his companions.
"I'm sure he's fine. After all he's in the middle of nowhere," stated Ampharos.
Weavile began to protest, "Yeah, but what about the whole escape plan? Thought he was supposed to have him back to us today."
"Maybe he ran into some kind of a trouble…" added Staraptor.
"What possible trouble could he run into? He said he was getting his guys to Damian, not going himself. But you're kind of right… He hasn't said a word to us since he said he was going to get Damian," Ampharos stated, "it's weird."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go to that Team Alpha place and check it out," added Weavile.
"Not happening, Weavile. None of us would survive that fight alone," replied Swellow bluntly, "If you thought Team Plasma was bad, wait'll you see Team Alpha. I don't know a lot about them, but I've heardLewis and Mason talk about the guys before. How they ran into Team Alpha on missions and whatever else. Team Plasma is afraid to go near them. We should just have faith in Mewtwo's group. Plus, what good would we do? We were trained by our humans trainers, not other Pokemon who've mastered their abilities for generations to come."
"Generations? So… They must be pretty strong then, hunh?" Treecko pondered.
Swellow smiled at the naïve, young girl, "You bet. Unlike us, these guys were taught techniques that no TM could ever give."
"Wow! So is Greninja or whatever his name is… Is he one of these cool Pokemon!?" exclaimed Treecko excitedly.
Swellow kept a straight face, "Not sure… From what Gallade told me he was just an orphan Pokemon who learned to fight for his life. And strive to be the best. But… I do know a couple of these Pokemon."
The group sat in silence within the safety of the cave before Staraptor asked, "Who?"
"Well… Take Absol for instance. I don't know a lot about him, but what I do know is this. He told me this himself, I should probably add… Anyways, for six generations his family has been isolated from humans. And every parent has learned a… Specific attack unknown to anyone else besides his family. A move that apparently only an Absol can learn."
"Really...? That's pretty cool. So I guess they're pretty strong h-"
"Quiet," stated Ampharos.
The group became alert by their friends sudden outburst.
"What's wr-" Ampharos covered Weavile's mouth with his hand.
"Someone is watching us... Look up but don't stare at it… Use your peripheral vision," whispered Ampharos
One at a time the group looked up to see a camera zooming in on them.
"Team Plasma?" muttered Weavile.
"No… It's Team Alpha. And if I were you all, I would escape there immediately," a familiar voice requested.
The group was in shock after hearing none other than Mewtwo.
"Listen to me… There's no time to explain. Damian is safe as long as he's under my watch. In fact he's only a mere few miles from you. In fact if you run you may catch up to him before anyone shows up."
"Shows up?" wondered Treecko.
"I said no time to explain, now move!" He yelled through their minds, causing them to wince from the outburst.
"You heard the guy, let's get moving," snarled Swellow through the screeching sound in his ears.
Buniot looked over at Damian, unsure of what to think of his attitude again. He wasn't sure where to put his paw on it, but ever since Greninja… Died. He's been acting weird.
Just sitting… And staring off into space whenever Buniot attempted to talk to him. It wasn't like him. Buniot knew the death might've affected Damian but to make him like… This?
He had no idea what was going on his head. A revenge plan? Maybe he's just sad? Is he afraid that they might come after Buniot next?
Why don't I feel like he does? I knew Greninja longer than Damian has. But then again… He's lost so much already. I don't think he can handle anymore than he has. I have to do something though, I'm not just gonna let him sit there and feel sorry for himself!
But then again, that's probably not why he's doing it. Ergh… This is so confusing! Why is he being like this? So… Stubborn!
"Damian?" Asked an unfamiliar voice.
I looked up and whirled around as I heard my name, only to gasp in pure amazement as my entire team ran to greet me with a huge hug from them all.
"G-guys… What are you…? How?" I muttered completely dumbfounded.
They released me and I took a second to realize that Swellow had joined in on the group hug as well…
"Mewtwo told us where you were-"
I growled and backed away, "Mewtwo!?"
"What's wrong?"asked Staraptor.
"You're not real… You're not them… Mewtwo only wants to hurt me… He wants to… He only wants to kill me… To kill you… Buniot, we might have to fight, get ready," I stated in a state of total fatigue.
"Damian, it's us. It's really us. We heard about Greninja… I'm sorry. Please… Don't act like this, Mewtwo is only trying to help you," Staraptor stated.
My eyes widened, "Help me?! He… He had them kill him! Those guys he sent to 'save' me! Killed Sir Greninja! I'm not gonna let that go, not today!"
Staraptor slowly advanced towards me and all I did was back away.
"He told them not hurt him. There was nothing Mewtwo could do about it," Weavile stated.
I started to tear up, "You're… Not real…"
Closing my eyes, I fell to the ground uttering short, quiet sobs. I could feel a wing wrap around my body,, embracing me… Pulling me close to her heart. I wrapped my arms around Staraptor and cried into her shoulder.
"He's gone… St-Staraptor… They took him…"
She held me tighter and shushed me, "I know, Damian. It's okay, we're here now. Everything is okay now. Nothing else is going to happen with us here…"
"But… I loved him… He was… Like my best… My best friend…" I cried.
"I know… Sweety… I know."
