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by TabbieWolf
A Mewtwo Story
Chapter 2
The mewtwo flipped one of the many lightswitches that dotted the building,
which awoke the hallway with the buzz of flourescent lights. He walked through
the hall quietly, but still every footstep resounded off the walls. He almost
never felt the need for company, but that particular morning the mewtwo named
Garisun felt particularly alone.
He continued up the stairwell, the fingers of his right hand dragging
slightly on the handrail. The door at the top of the stairs opened with a raspy
creak, as it did every time he opened it. Another lightswitch, more humming of
flourescent lights, and more echoing foot steps. Garisun opened the door to his
room psychically, almost subconciously. He reached for the doorhandle but
quickly realized that he had already opened the door.
The room was so familiar that his tense muscles relaxed as he entered the
doorway and sat on the bed, setting the trenchcoat on the floor. He looked
around, knowing that he could navigate the room with his eyes shut. The bed was
an old cot that was in the room when he first returned to the laboratory.
Across the room was a bookshelf, loaded with science texts. Above the bookshelf
was a window. It was locked tight, and caked with grime. It would have been
easy for Garisun to open it with his psychic powers, but he simply didn't.
On the wall directly opposite the bed was a desk. It once held papers,
folders, even framed photographs...but Garisun had gotten rid of those years
ago. He lay back in his bed, looking at the ceiling. It was crumbling with
age, as was most of the building.
The many years of being alone had left the mewtwo bored and restless, so
with those years he had finely tuned his mental powers. He sat up quickly,
sensing a presence outside the building. For the first time since he'd returned
to the building, he wiped the grime from the window and looked out front.
A woman in a blue blazer was setting up a sign. Garisun scanned her
thoughts quickly, wanting to know what she was doing.
I can't believe I got stuck with this old place, the woman thought, making
a face. She adjusted her glasses as she hammered the large sign into the
ground. 15 years of service in the real estate business and I get stuck with
the place no one wants to sell.
Garisun's eyes widened. Sell? The word bounced around in his mind.
The woman backed up a few paces and put her hands on her hips, making
another face. Well, I suppose that will do, she thought to herself. Then she
proceeded to read the sign that advertised the business the building used to
hold: TAVO Genetics, Better Pokémon Through Science. What a creepy old place,
she added. She turned and walked back to her car. In a few minutes she was
gone.
The mewtwo was curious, wishing he could read the sign without leaving the
building. He walked downstairs and outside, blinking in the sunlight. He was
in a hurry to read it, but still walked cautiously, making sure no one was
around. Finally, the impatient mewtwo was standing in front of the sign.
For sale, Milton Realty, the sign read, Call Laura Hamilton... It
continued to list a phone number and website.
"That must have been Laura Hamilton," Garisun said to himself, looking up
the road where the woman had driven off. He turned his head back to the sign.
"Someone is selling the lab," he realized, a note of anger in his mental
voice. "But for what purpose? For money?" Garisun blanched. All humans ever
wished for was money. His home, his history, would be sold...for money.
The mewtwo walked back inside, feeling rather numb. Was he angry?
Depressed? He wasn't sure what he was. He closed the front door behind him and
leaned against it. Was this place even his history?
by TabbieWolf
A Mewtwo Story
Chapter 2
The mewtwo flipped one of the many lightswitches that dotted the building,
which awoke the hallway with the buzz of flourescent lights. He walked through
the hall quietly, but still every footstep resounded off the walls. He almost
never felt the need for company, but that particular morning the mewtwo named
Garisun felt particularly alone.
He continued up the stairwell, the fingers of his right hand dragging
slightly on the handrail. The door at the top of the stairs opened with a raspy
creak, as it did every time he opened it. Another lightswitch, more humming of
flourescent lights, and more echoing foot steps. Garisun opened the door to his
room psychically, almost subconciously. He reached for the doorhandle but
quickly realized that he had already opened the door.
The room was so familiar that his tense muscles relaxed as he entered the
doorway and sat on the bed, setting the trenchcoat on the floor. He looked
around, knowing that he could navigate the room with his eyes shut. The bed was
an old cot that was in the room when he first returned to the laboratory.
Across the room was a bookshelf, loaded with science texts. Above the bookshelf
was a window. It was locked tight, and caked with grime. It would have been
easy for Garisun to open it with his psychic powers, but he simply didn't.
On the wall directly opposite the bed was a desk. It once held papers,
folders, even framed photographs...but Garisun had gotten rid of those years
ago. He lay back in his bed, looking at the ceiling. It was crumbling with
age, as was most of the building.
The many years of being alone had left the mewtwo bored and restless, so
with those years he had finely tuned his mental powers. He sat up quickly,
sensing a presence outside the building. For the first time since he'd returned
to the building, he wiped the grime from the window and looked out front.
A woman in a blue blazer was setting up a sign. Garisun scanned her
thoughts quickly, wanting to know what she was doing.
I can't believe I got stuck with this old place, the woman thought, making
a face. She adjusted her glasses as she hammered the large sign into the
ground. 15 years of service in the real estate business and I get stuck with
the place no one wants to sell.
Garisun's eyes widened. Sell? The word bounced around in his mind.
The woman backed up a few paces and put her hands on her hips, making
another face. Well, I suppose that will do, she thought to herself. Then she
proceeded to read the sign that advertised the business the building used to
hold: TAVO Genetics, Better Pokémon Through Science. What a creepy old place,
she added. She turned and walked back to her car. In a few minutes she was
gone.
The mewtwo was curious, wishing he could read the sign without leaving the
building. He walked downstairs and outside, blinking in the sunlight. He was
in a hurry to read it, but still walked cautiously, making sure no one was
around. Finally, the impatient mewtwo was standing in front of the sign.
For sale, Milton Realty, the sign read, Call Laura Hamilton... It
continued to list a phone number and website.
"That must have been Laura Hamilton," Garisun said to himself, looking up
the road where the woman had driven off. He turned his head back to the sign.
"Someone is selling the lab," he realized, a note of anger in his mental
voice. "But for what purpose? For money?" Garisun blanched. All humans ever
wished for was money. His home, his history, would be sold...for money.
The mewtwo walked back inside, feeling rather numb. Was he angry?
Depressed? He wasn't sure what he was. He closed the front door behind him and
leaned against it. Was this place even his history?