[Present Day: Kanto Coastline: Kanto- 11:59 A.M]
Charizard felt his jaws opening as he flew up towards Mewthree, fire forming in the back of his throat. A powerful Flamethrower poured from his mouth, racing down towards Mewthree. With exhaustion in his eyes, Mewthree raised a hand, a blue aura shield flickering to life, blocking the Flamethrower at the last moment. A snort was forced from his nose as Ho-oh rumbled in frustration, veering away, wings flapping heavily.
Ho-oh shifted Charizard's body slightly, not use to the foreign shape while flying. Frustration gnawed at Charizard as his arms and tail hung flatly, unused as Ho-oh came at Ash again, lashing out his his back legs like how a bird of prey would strike. But with Charizard not being built for the task, Mewthree was able to dodge despite being near his limit, firing an Aura Sphere. Charizard let out a screech of pain as it hit him in the side of the face, jerking his head to the side.
Charizard had never felt so helpless before, as Ho-oh exerted an unseen force upon him, forcing him to fly and keep moving. Every muscle screamed, both from exhaustion and from the way Ho-oh was forcing him to hold his body. His neck was craned back uncomfortably, and his tail was unnecessarily flicked about, disrupting his already unstable flight pattern.
It was no matter to the legendary though, he simply had Charizard bank around back towards Ash, who was rising into the air to meet him. Confusion shown on the fusion's face, clearly not sure of what to make of Charizard's attacks when he had been helping him not long before. Charizard's insides twisted, there went any hope of a Pokemon gaining this "Mewthree's" trust.
"Charizard!" Misty cried up in fear, "What are you doing?! S-stop, please!"
Ho-oh allowed Charizard's head to turn to get a slight glance at the humans down below. Brock was holding Misty back by her upper arm, keeping her from running towards the fighting. Pikachu was standing in front of them, calling up into him in warning to stop. Meowth had ducked behind Brock's leg, glancing around uncertainly. And far behind them, staggering to her feet was Suicune. Charizard would have stiffened if he was in control of himself, but the Ho-oh saw the water type as no threat and forced Charizard to focus on Ash once more.
His wings gleamed with a metallic glow as Ho-oh formed a Steel Wing, while Ash prepared at Psycho Cut in front of him. Ho-oh had Charizard go into a dive as the Psycho Cut was fired, both of them knowing just how damaging it could be if it hit. The crescent of energy rushed past them, as they then rose up to strike with the Steel Wing. Mewthree brought his hands together, pulsing with blue aura as he attempted to make another shield, but Charizard was too quick this time. The Steel Wing slashed him across the shoulder, and a cat-like yowl filled the air as Charizard followed up with a Flamethrower.
Guilt clawed at Charizard's heart as he flew away- this was Ash he was attacking! He was attacking his human! He wheeled around, catching a glimpse of blood running down Ash's lavender fur, which was now slightly charred. He held his wounded shoulder in pain, glaring at Charizard, mouth open with a hiss. Ho-oh ignored this though, and started to experiment with the rest of Charizard's form. He flexed his front claws uncertainly, a green glow flickering around them. Satisfied, Ho-oh allowed the entire Dragon Claw to flare to life, encasing Charizard's claws with a bright green energy.
Mewthree however, had grown tired of waiting for Charizard to come to him, and suddenly appeared above him with a Teleport. Letting out a gurgled roar of surprise Ho-oh tried to turn to face him, but was instead rewarded with an Aura Sphere to the chest, causing the Dragon Claw to flicker away, and him to spiral towards the ground. Ho-oh forced Charizard's wings open, acting as parachutes to catch them out of their fall, just as Ash released a glowing Psycho Cut. This time a roar of pain came from Charizard as the attack hit, the psychic energy tearing through the scales on his back leg.
Shivers raced down him as he felt a warm liquid slide down his leg, while Ho-oh shifted uncertainly. The bird hesitantly tested Charizard's leg, and he felt satisfaction coming from the legendary as he realized they weren't too limited from the wound, despite the blood slowly running down his scales. The Dragon Claw flared back to life as they went into a dive to avoid another Psycho Cut, which missed them by inches. Ash teleported away once more with a flash of light, so Ho-oh simply had Charizard bank about until he spotted where Ash appeared, forcing another Flamethrower from his throat at him.
Mewthree didn't bother with an aura shield, he simply dove down, the Flamethrower singeing his tail. Charizard's head whipped around, trying to track him as he gained speed. Ho-oh had him go into a dive to follow him, angling it so he'd intercept Mewthree's path, the Dragon Claw still glowing at his ready. His claws raked across Ash's sides, slowly gaining a grip on the slick psychic type. Ho-oh let out a satisfied cry as he seized the mutant, who began struggling. Ho-oh shifted slightly, trying to adjust for the weight he was now suddenly carrying with an unfamiliar form, wings flapping wilding to stay aloft.
Ash didn't attempt to teleport, either realizing the burden he had become or was simply too exhausted to slip away. Ash didn't let out a cry either as the Dragon Claw sunk into him, however Misty yelled out in a distressed tone for Charizard to stop.
Oh how he wish he could. How much he wished he could take control of his body and release Ash. But instead he sat here, locked away in his mind, as Ho-oh forced him to attack the most important human in his life.
The part of Ho-oh that had taken control tensed with fear as he watched a familiar glow seized Mewthree, while Charizard panicked. Ash was going to pull off another Psystrike! He could hurt himself he attempted it again!
Not to mention that Charizard would be in the middle of the blast...
A strange feeling took over Charizard. Perhaps... perhaps this was the right thing to let happen, maybe Ash would get hurt, but he would most likely survive the blast. If Charizard was out of the way then Ho-oh couldn't use him to hurt anyone else, and then Misty could have her chance to use the Master ball, or even simply talk to Mewthree through reason. Ho-oh had him rake another Dragon Claw across Ash, but Ho-oh maneuvered his claws in a slow and clumsy way, not use to their shape, so Ash simply continued collecting energy despite the blood pooling down his arms. His veins were glowing once more, eyes becoming that chilling void of psychic light.
Ho-oh, torn between destroying Ash and preserving his host, had Charizard toss Mewthree away with a poorly timed Seismic Toss at the last moment, turning and fleeing away from the Psystrike just as Ash released it. The explosion of psychic energy expanded around the falling Mewthree, the hot, stinging light expanding through the air as Ho-oh wildly flapped Charizard's wings, but they couldn't outpace the Psystrike.
Roar of pain- both from Charizard and Ho-oh- escaped from their jaws as the powerful attack engulfed them. It targeted both their mind and body, a fiery headache flaring to life while every muscle becomes inflamed in agony. They couldn't move, they couldn't fly, even his heart hammering in his chest hurt! Charizard couldn't even think from the sheer force of the headache, from the way every muscle flared up, it so powerful that he wasn't even aware as he began to fall. Instinct fled and he made no attempt to open his wings as the beach came rushing up to meet him, neck posed to snap.
It was Ash attacking him once more that saved him- The Aura Sphere hitting him in the upper back. The force of the blow flipped him about, his head now facing up, and wings half away spread. Ho-oh was the first to break through the headache, forcing their wings open in time to catch the smallest draft of air.
Charizard heard the cracking and crunching of bones before he felt the painful flare engulf his legs, back, an arm, and a wing. The sizzling pain from the Psystrike had been dying down, but the feeling of his own limbs collapsing under him sent a wave of nausea over him. He had mostly landed on his legs, but had fallen on his left side, crushing that arm and wing. He slumped forward, knowing that he wouldn't be flying again for a long time. A groan escaped from his gritted jaw- he couldn't feel his legs. He shifted his neck, pain running down his spine, but it ended at the base of his wings. He forced one eye open, and the nausea came rushing back. Legs weren't suppose to look like that, they couldn't even bend that way... He forced his eyes shut, his broken wing and arm trembling under him, but he couldn't flip over. The shattered limbs screamed under his weight, but he couldn't move.
'Charizard!' Pikachu screamed, horror and fear in his tone. The ground was spinning beneath him, and he could hear a strange hum. One eye cracked open, tears of pain blurring his vision, but he saw a lavender shape above him.
Ash.
Ash was okay, but that couldn't provide the comfort Charizard wanted. He didn't want Mewthree to be in control- he needed the real Ash back.
It wasn't until Charizard shifted his good wing that he realized he was back in control of his body. He could still sense Ho-oh, tucked away in his mind, but the legendary had relinquished direct control. It hadn't wanted to feel the pain coming through their body right now. A stabbing rage rushed through Charizard, wanting to force the coward to face what it had brought upon them, but his physical state was too much. His spine was tingling, slowly climbing higher. He couldn't feel anything below that, he couldn't move anything below that, and it wouldn't stop advancing.
You look miserable, Mewthree chuckled above him, humored by Charizard's current state. The telepathy was weaker than before, but one couldn't describe as "weak". Mewthree simply seemed tired, not injured. Even the slashes from his claws seemed to be healing, blood no longer freely flowing from him. Charizard's arm twitched as he felt the numbness spreading higher- it was now inching up to his chest. Panic rushed through him as he began to lose feeling in his good wing.
"Zarh..." Charizard whimpered, jaw clenched so tightly that his teeth were digging into his gums. The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, over taking his senses as the headache began to die down.
Don't worry, Mewthree said, a Psycho Cut forming in his hands, I'll put you out of that misery.
Charizard eyed the crescent of psychic energy that was forming above him, but there wasn't much else he could do.
"Ash, no!" Misty screamed, lashing out against Brock and Meowth, who were keeping her from running forward into the danger. Standing next to the humans was Suicune, a calm look on the legendary's face.
"Pikapi!" Pikachu cried, running forward as the Psycho Cut grew larger. Charizard wanted to scream at the mouse to stay back, but Charizard couldn't even open his mouth, 'Pikapi, stop!' Pikachu screamed, running and leaping in front of Charizard.
Get out of the way, Mewthree growled as the Pikachu landed in front of Charizard. Pikachu growled back, while Mewthree bared his teeth. The Psycho Cut hovered dangerously above, flares of psychic energy coming from the sharp, bladed crescent. Pikachu's cheeks sparked with electricity, posed to take the attack instead of Charizard. Pikachu shifted, paws tapping against the sandy beach nervously. The Pokemon looked up at his corrupted trainer, defiance in his coppery eyes.
'No!' Pikachu snarled, lowering himself into a charging position, 'I'm not going to let you do something that you'll regret!'
[Present Day: Kanto Coastline: Kanto- 12:14 P.M]
Anger ran through Mewthree as he watched the small electric type glare up at him, cheeks sparking, 'I'm not going to let you do something that you'll regret!' He cried up at him, electricity crackling around him.
The words of the small creature seemed to hit Mewthree, making his heart shudder for a moment, but he didn't let that emotion show. He kept his eyes focused on the small creature, brown eyes narrowing. He wanted to blast the mouse away it with the Psycho Cut so he could make the Charizard pay. Pay for the humiliation of him lowering his guard around it, for this painful burns and slashing covering him.
But he couldn't bring himself to attack the Pikachu.
The frustration made Mewthree twitch, confusion slowly taking a hold from his mind. He had grown to enjoy blasting the Pokemon that came to meet him, bringing the proud legendaries to their knees, and watching the light leave their eyes. But this Pikachu... it was almost like the girl, he didn't want harm to come to it... but at the same time the girl was different. The human girl must be protected, this Pikachu he just didn't want to hurt.
...Move, Mewthree demanded, a low growl forming in his throat. The Pikachu's small paws shifted, electricity dancing around his body. He briefly considered Mewthree's words, shaking slightly.
'I'm not afraid to let you eat a Volt Tackle,' The Pikachu said quietly, and Mewthree stiffened with anger. Why couldn't he blast this creature and be free of this?!
A faint memory stirred in the back of his mind- the memory of the Mew and the Mewtwo turning the boy to stone. Mewthree paused as the memory unfolded, the Psycho Cut dying down slightly, this was new to the memory... He still saw the boy lying there, turned to stone by the psychic blast of Mew and Mewtwo, but now he saw more than when he first had witnessed this memory. There was small yellow shape racing towards the boy Mew had killed, tears shining in it's eyes as he ran up to the boy.
Mewthree blinked as the memory faded back down, looking down at the Pikachu now blocking him- this was the same one. This Pikachu had cared for that boy. His fingers twitched, shifting to the Charizard that had attacked him. As satisfying as finishing it off would be... He couldn't attack the Pikachu. He didn't even want to move it aside with a Psychic. Gritting his teeth together, Mewthree allowed the Psycho Cut to fade away completely.
No matter, He told the Pikachu, who had relaxed slightly, The Charizard will be dead soon anyway- it's spine snapped in the fall.
Mewthree turned away, confident that the Pikachu wouldn't attack him. He didn't know why- Pokemon weren't trustworthy, but this Pikachu didn't worry him. The humans and the Pokemon with them didn't seem to want to hurt him, well... the Charizard at seemed that way too... He flicked one eye back at the Pikachu, who was running towards the Charizard.
No, the Pikachu wasn't a threat.
Closing his eyes, Mewthree focused on his aura and psychic powers, reaching out to scan the area. His fist tightened in anger as he sensed the two remaining birds and the Suicune, lingering too near for comfort, but they didn't attack. He watched the fiery red aura around the Charizard flicker, slowly glowing dimmer. As much as he didn't like these Pokemon, they weren't in the state to fight against him, it wouldn't be an honorable battle. He quietly pressed his powers farther out, searching for anymore of these being that liked to show up the moment he was sure he was safe. However, he didn't sense anymore of these powerful Pokemon approaching within his aura vision, but his psychic powers picked up a dim sensation from the sea.
Mewthree opened his eyes, blinking, where there more psychic creatures than him and the Mew? He looked out towards the ocean, watching as the water washed up onto the shore, before retreating back into the sea. His body throbbed in pain, he knew that he could keep going, but one more battle with a being whose powers matched that of Ho-oh's...
He needed to get out of here, and find the Tree that Mew had told him about. Mewthree looked out towards the mainland. He didn't know why, but some part of him told him that was the direction of the Tree of Beginning. Perhaps it was the Mew DNA that had been used to create him...
Not wanting to give whatever was coming by the sea time to catch up with him, Mewthree allowed himself to slowly float higher into the air, and he glanced down towards the Charizard, pity forming. It would be mercy to put it out of it's misery rather than let it slowly bleed out, but the humans seemed happier with it this way, even as they panicked about it. The dark male human was examining the lizard's spine, running a hand down it's back. The human-speaking Meowth stood back, looking pale under his fur as he looked over the blood and bones coming from the Charizard. The Pikachu had raced to the Charizard's side, ignoring the crushed limbs and bent legs. He stood near the beast's head, muttering softly to it.
Mewthree finally let his gaze fall to the beautiful woman, who knelt near the Charizard's neck. She had a hand laid on it's side, and the other one over her large stomach, holding a small object in her hand. Mewthree watched her for a moment, enjoying the flicker of her aura and the two auras of the children within her. They seemed... familiar, as impossible as it was. Mewthree shifted, this was the first female human he had ever seen, was this why he felt this way? No... but something about her...
He felt his psychic energy stirring again, the great being from the ocean slowly drawing closer into his range of sensing it. Was he going to leave the human here to suffer by it's hands once it arrived? No, he couldn't do that.
This human could not come to harm!
Extending his hand, he wrapped the human that the others called "Misty" into a gentle psychic embrace. She let out a yelp as she was lifted into the air, and the Pikachu let out a cry of alarm. He wheeled towards Mewthree, cheeks beginning to spark with electricity again. Mewthree wondered what element the electric creature was weak too, but he didn't have time to find out.
"W-wha- what are y-you doing?" Misty cried uncertainly, fumbling as she tried to keep her voice stable. Her tone drifted up into a nervous squeak however, which Mewthree found cute. He liked this little human a lot. He wondered if Blaine would let him keep her around.
Something approaches by the sea, Mewthree told her, A being with vast psychic energy. I will not leave you here for it to find you.
She shifted, but there wasn't much she could do, floating in the air, and she looked down towards the dark man, "Psychic in the ocean...? Brock, d-do you think...?"
Brock gulped, thinking for a moment. He eyed Mewthree wearily, before shifting his gaze back to Misty, "L-lugia?" He muttered. He shook his head though, unconcerned by this idea, hand resting on the bent spine of the Charizard.
Brock glanced up towards Mewthree, clearly torn between Misty and the Charizard. The lizard twitched, his jaws clenched so tightly that he couldn't even voice his pain. A small trail of blood pooled from his mouth, running down his jaw and joining the blood on his body.
Lugia, strange sounding name for a being. Mewthree's nose twitched, and he looked inland. He didn't know why, but he knew that the Tree of Beginning must be in that direction. Some part of him seemed to know the way, the same part of him that found the Pikachu familiar and the girl important.
Speaking of the girl... He drew her in close, and she stiffened as his psychic powers brought her up towards him. He stared into her eyes for a moment, a beautiful aquamarine that reflected the sea. A frown came over Mewthree's face however, as he watched Misty give a nervous gulp, looking away. There was a look of pain in her eyes, but no mark on her body to show that she was hurt.
Humans were strange.
You'll come with me to the Tree, Mewthree told Misty, not quite a request, but not a demand either. He simply stated it as a fact, like there was no other option.
Misty gulped, looking down at the purple sphere in her hands. Pikachu let out a loud, "Pika?!" And Mewthree looked at him for a moment, 'You're not taking Misty anywhere! Not when you're like this!'
"Um..." Misty muttered, quivering slightly, "I-"
"That's not for you to decide!" Brock snarled, "Now you put Misty down!"
Mewthree didn't know what he thought of the dark male, humans were to be protected, but this one just seemed too wary of him. He didn't seem to support the legendaries, but Mewthree didn't like the way he had been restraining the girl earlier either, even though he had probably been keeping her out of harm's way. Mewthree had to stop a snort, did this Brock really think he'd let the girl be in danger?
More of the beings come, Mewthree told Brock, since he seemed concerned on the girl's safety as well, If she remains here she could be attacked.
Brock gritted his teeth, but Misty cut him off before he could say anything.
"Brock, stay here and take care of Charizard," Misty said, her voice stable once more, the fear gone, "I'm going with Ash- M-mewthree. I'll be okay."
"But-"
"He won't hurt me," Misty said, looking Mewthree in the eye. The Mew-clone blinked, a strange feeling stirring within him as Misty said this.
No, He promised, I won't.
Brock's eyes flickered down towards the bloody Charizard, torn, but Mewthree didn't even give him the chance to look back up. He encased him and the girl in a bright light, allowing them to be teleported away. Misty let out a yelp as the psychic energy surrounded them, whisking them away from the beach.
[Present Day: Tree of Beginning: Kanto- 12:25 P.M]
Misty hated throwing up.
But when one is pregnant, and keeps being teleported about, there was little she could do about it.
Her stomach tightened as she and Ash materialized out of thin air, the salty scent of the ocean gone and the smell of earth overpowering her. The sudden change brought a queasy feeling over her, and she could feel that horrid taste rising in her mouth. Her hand tightened around the Master ball as the nausea washed over her.
Mewthree quietly set her on the soft ground of wherever he had taken them, clearly aware that something was off. He landed near her as Misty fell to her knees, freeing her from the psychic grip. She clutched her stomach where her unborn twins were kicking away, shivering. She leaned forward, emptying the contents of her stomach onto the rocky ground. She didn't dare open her eyes, for the smell was bad enough. So instead she turned away, sliding back as she struggled to her feet, praying that she wouldn't throw up again.
Calm yourself.
Misty shivered as she felt Mewthree's hand gently wrap around her arm, carefully pulling her to her feet. She dared to open one eye, peering down at the fur-covered hand. She allowed him to balance her though, trembling as her stomach slowly began to settle. She wished the same could be said for the twins, who were tossing about unhappily.
"W-where are w-we?" Misty muttered, leaning up against the creature that use to be her husband. He shifted, as if not sure of what to do by this action, but didn't push her away. Misty was grateful for this though, her whole body was drained, both mentally and physically. She knew that teleporting had it's limits, and that Mewthree was exhausted from his battle. Misty wasn't sure how far he had taken them by teleporting, but hopefully far enough from the approaching legendaries.
The Tree, Mewthree replied simply.
Misty jerked in surprise, causing Mewthree to flinch. No, that was impossible, there was no way he could have taken them all the way to the Tree of Beginning! The ancient stone structure laid in the northern tip Kanto- far from the beach they had just been on! Even Misty had been pushing her Starmie when it teleported her back to Cerulean to get the Master ball, and the water had been at full health and experienced with her powers, and had still fainted from the sheer distance of the Teleport.
Mewthree was worn down, injured, and was new to his powers. And with no memories of being at the Tree, there was no way he should be able to get them there so effortlessly. Hesitating, Misty opened her eyes, looking around at their surroundings. A harsh, rocky landscape surrounded them, plants sprouting around them in large numbers, all of which was nothing to what stood right before them.
Natural stone pillars stretching up high above them, crystals blooming from the towering structure. Rugged cliffs surrounding the tree-like formation, the calls of Pokemon echoing through the proud Tree of Beginning. Misty let out a quiet sound, looking at what stood before her. She had been to Cameran Palace before, and had seen the Tree off in the distance, but never before had she been this close to it.
Blue crystals covered the area, blooming like the pants around them. Overhead Misty saw a large flock of Archeops flying overhead, fleeing from a much larger Aerodactyl. She turned, looking at the abundance of rare Pokemon within the cliffs that surrounded the Tree, many of them fossil Pokemon she had only seen in textbooks. It was hard to make them all out however, since all of the Pokemon stayed far from her and Mewthree. Misty held her hands close to her heart, trying to calm the racing beat from the amazing sight.
What is the purpose of those spheres? Mewthree asked, gazing at her hands. Misty quickly turned, nearly forgetting that he was there. His sharp brown eyes were focused right on the Master ball resting in her hands, I've seen you and the dark male place the Archeops within a red one. Is there more Pokemon in this one? Why do you keep them in there?
Misty looked down at the Master ball, realizing that she could throw it at him right now.
"I-it's called a Pokeball," Misty explained, carefully holding out the Master ball, but taking a step away from Mewthree. Part of her wanted to seize the moment, but... this was Ash! She couldn't do this to him! "We place the Pokemon in here to let them rest if they are hurt," She figured this was the best way to explain it to him at the moment, not wanting to test his ethics with the idea of capturing Pokemon. Even if he seemed against Pokemon, she didn't want to risk turning Mewthree against her if his sense of justice decided to show again.
He flicked an ear, So the Charizard could have been placed in one, then? He mused quietly.
Misty's eyes widened, and she quickly turned, hands diving into her bag. She let the Master ball tumble from her hands, and Mewthree caught it with a Psychic. She didn't care though, quickly digging through the bag and pulling out Ash's Pokebelt. Misty trembled as she carefully pulled off Charizard's Pokeball.
"N-no..." She whispered, despair crashing down on her. She should have given this to Brock, allowing Charizard to be recalled into suspended animation after Brock got him stable. She shook, realizing she had deprived Charizard of a chance of help. Shaking, she looked over the four remaining Pokeballs on the belt. One was Pikachu's, empty of course. Archeops's Pokeball was with Brock, which left Sceptile, Typhlosion, and Samurott with her.
Is a Pokemon in here? Mewthree asked, turning the Master ball over in his lavender hands. Blinking back a few tears, Misty replaced the Pokeballs into her bag, looking over at Mewthree.
"N-no..." She muttered, "That one is empty..." She hesitated, biting her lip, "...You can try to opening it if you want..." She said quietly, offering the idea.
Mewthree blinked, Alright, He said, and he proceeded to attempt to pry the sphere open. Misty's eyes widened.
"No!" She cried, making him jump, "Y-you press the button on the front! Don't break it!"
Mewthree turned it over, I see, He muttered, pressing the small button on the Pokeball. The sphere expanded upon being touched, making Mewtwo jump back, fumbling with the sphere, What is this?! He cried, startled.
"I-it's okay," Misty muttered, "It does that... um..." She gulped, he was looking right at her now, Ash's eyes staring into hers. Except it wasn't Ash, this was Mewthree. Misty closed her eyes, wondering if Mewthree knew how to tell truth from lie like Ash had with his aura powers. Shaking, she chose her next words carefully, "It won't hurt you," She said quietly, "Press the button one more time, and it will open," He eyed the sphere suspiciously, a rounded finger tip hovering over the release button, "Ash- Mewthree- please?" She asked quietly.
Mewthree frowned, but pressed the button on the Master ball.
A small smile flickered over his face as the sphere opened as promised, but the smile quickly faded as a bright red light burst out of the Master ball, hitting him. He dropped the Master ball, stepping back as the light engulfed him, rapidly turning Mewthree into a beam of red light. A look of outrage crossed his face as he became pure energy, being sucked into the Pokeball. The purple sphere snapped shut as the red light was drawn in, falling to the ground.
Misty stumbling back, fearing that it would snap right back open and leave her at the mercy of Mewthree. The button on the Master ball flashed, as the Master ball began to rapidly shake back and forth, light flickering as Mewthree attempted to free himself from the sphere.
Misty sank to her knees, holding her breath as she watched the powerful Pokeball attempt to withstrain the creature within it. A Pokeball that could catch anything without fail, but as she watched the Master ball struggling to hold Mewthree, she wondered if this so-called-wonder had a limit. Never had she seen a Pokeball take this long to catch a Pokemon, slowly stretching to over a minute. By this time a Pokemon should have either burst out, or be bond to the sphere.
Suddenly the Master ball went still, the purple sphere sitting there for a moment, and Misty held her breath.
Ding!
The noise filled her ears as the Master ball clicked, finally having caught the Pokemon. With a shaking hand, Misty reached forward, picking up Ash's Master ball and staring down at it in awe.
Mewthree had been captured.