Chapter 11

Misty awoke expecting Mewtwo to be next to her, and she was surprised when she noticed he was gone. She looked out the small window across the laboratory and gasped— the sky was almost completely clear. The storm was gone! At first, she was overjoyed— she could see her family again, and Ash and Brock!

She frowned. But what about Mewtwo? Why had he decided to end the storm so suddenly? Was there something wrong? She thought about the night before, when they had made love. Maybe it was me, she thought, maybe I was bad… maybe Mewtwo doesn't want me anymore.

She dressed herself and looked around for Mewtwo. She quickly found him, standing in front of his large monitoring screen, scanning the mansion for any unexpected visitors. However, she was shocked to find that he was no longer in Ash's body— he had returned to his original form.

"Mewtwo…" Misty said, as he slowly turned around to face her. "Why…?" Something is definitely wrong here, Misty realized, I can feel it.

I will not keep you here by force any longer. I have quieted the storm, and I strongly suggest you leave as soon as you can, he communicated to her coldly.

He can't speak in this form, Misty remembered, sadly. She had come to love the sound of his speaking voice.

"But why? Why now? After everything…" her thoughts went to the night before, and the entirety of their experience together. She'd been so sure that they had felt the same way about each other, absolutely certain. Was it really possible that she had been wrong?

We cannot live like this forever. You are a human. I am a pokemon. It is wrong, and both of us know it. It is time for you to go. I will be leaving this place shortly, Mewtwo explained.

Misty began to cry.

"Why does it have to be this way?" she pleaded, "You did it before. Become human. Can't you try again?"

Misty felt a chill run down her spine when she saw the emotion in Mewtwo's eyes— pure, animalistic rage.

I would never willfully reduce myself to the form of such a disgusting creature again, Mewtwo projected. Even though Misty only heard him in her mind, she could feel the venom in each word. I despise humans. I cannot believe I spent the last two months so close to one, but I never plan to again. I am relocating far, far away, to a place with no humans at all, and there I shall remain.

Misty felt as if Mewtwo had stabbed her with a knife and then twisted it in deeper. She was at a loss for words. If Mewtwo would not remain human, she knew that they could not keep living together. And after the things he just said, she wasn't even sure she wanted to anymore, but even if she did, Mewtwo was right: it could never work. She would never be happy in Mewtwo's world, and he could never live in hers.

Misty… Mewtwo communicated, I must go now. I do not belong in this place… I do not belong anywhere. Abruptly, Mewtwo's eyes changed to blue and he started glowing. All of the cloned pokemon surrounded him, and their forms also glowed blue. The roof dematerialized, and the group began to ascend towards the sky.

"Mewtwo, wait!" Misty cried desperately as she watched, but their figures just grew smaller and smaller, until they were gone.

Mewtwo was gone.

He had left her, and Misty didn't have any idea whether or not she would ever see the one she loved again.

….

As he drifted upward, Mewtwo realized how cruel he had been to Misty, and, although he regretted it, he would not have taken his words back. They had been necessary to make her accept that he was leaving. If she had begged him to stay, he wouldn't have been able to handle it.

Goodbye, Misty, he thought remorsefully, thank you for teaching my heart what yours already knew so well.

…..

Ash awakened bright and early in the morning. Something felt different today. He was hopeful. Somehow, he could just sense that Misty was alive and well. He opened the blinds, and, to his astonishment and joy, the storm had begun to clear up. Ash grinned from ear to ear, and shook the sleeping Brock, who lay in the bed across from his, to wake him up.

"Brock… Brock!" Ash cried impatiently, "Brock, wake up!"

"Mmmm…" Brock groaned. "Five more minutes…"

"Brock, the storm!" Ash insisted, "The storm's cleared up! We can get Misty!"

In less than five minutes, Brock was up, dressed, and ready for anything. He nodded to Ash.

"Let's go." he said with determination.

…..

Misty sank to her knees and wept. How could Mewtwo just take off like that, after all that had happened? Yes, she understood he had valid reasons, but she couldn't believe he could be so cold.

However, underneath the hurt and anger, she realized it was something that was bound to happen some day or another. As much as she had wished that she and Mewtwo could live in the human world together, it would have been impossible. How was she to explain that she was in love with a clone— a copy— of Ash, to her friends and family? And would Mewtwo ever have been happy traveling city to city, engaging in pokemon battles? Would he really have been content living in a human house?

Misty's thoughts grew increasingly more clouded and irrational. She was so tired… so much had happened in the last twenty-four hours that she didn't even have the energy to think. Because she couldn't come up with anything else to do, she closed her eyes and fell back to sleep.

…...

Ash, Brock, and several Officer Jennys burst through the double doors, ready for battle. The electricity had been cut off, so it was dark inside the abandoned building, and the group members were all equipped with flashlights, scanning the room for Misty… or Mewtwo.

"Do you think she's okay?" Ash whispered to Brock.

"I don't know," Brock said nervously. "It's dark in here, which isn't a good sign."

When the group did not find anyone, or anything, on the ground floor, they began to climb the spiral platform, stepping lightly to remain as quiet as possible. When they reached the second floor, they began searching the lab. The Officer Jennys raised their eyebrows at the display of complex machinery, enormous tubes, and the shower, stove, and sink that starkly contrasted the rest of the equipment.

"It looks like a real nutcase lived here," commented Officer Jenny, and Ash and Brock agreed wholeheartedly.

They soon found Misty, collapsed on the ground.

"Misty!" Ash yelled loudly and ran to her, disregarding the others' looks of disapproval. For a moment, Ash had the sinking feeling in his stomach that his friend was dead. He began to shake her roughly, crying, "Misty, Misty! Wake up!" The group shushed him, but he didn't care. He had to know if she was all right. He sighed in relief when the sleeping girl opened her eyes.

Misty looked tired. At first, she appeared overjoyed to see him, but when she looked into his eyes, Ash saw a flicker of disappointment, which confused him. Something's wrong… She must be delirious, he thought.

"Misty?" Ash questioned, perplexed.

"Ash," Misty forced a smile. She pulled him close to her for a hug, kissed him on the cheek, and whispered in his ear, "I just woke up from the strangest dream..."

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Author's Note:

Yay! I'm so happy this is done. I think, this time, I am completely satisfied with the revision. Now… on to the sequel! (By the way, in case you didn't know, this was the first installment of a trilogy: "Human", "Monster", and "Hybrid". The first two are up on this site already, and the third is in progress. Hope to get the first chapter up soon).

Thanks for reading, and, as always, please REVIEW! :-)

~TheFrogFromHell