"Mike...." says Sabrina to herself, resting her cuffed hand over her chest. She is standing on a hill in the distance away from the city. "Why are you like this? Why did you have to be this way? Why did this have to happen?". She looks at Mew, "Do you know why, Mew?". "Yes," it says to her, "I know why he is what he is."

"You do?"

"Yes. But first, I would like you to meet someone."

"Who?"

"A pokémon that knows about what Mewthree is feeling right now. Just follow me,
okay?"

"Sure."

Mew floats ahead into an opening in the hill, she follows. Inside she finds a tunnel leading down, into a chamber about the size of a house. "Sabrina," says Mew, "this is Mewtwo, the pokémon which Mike... er... Mewthree is believed to be copied from." Sabrina stares through the light darkness at a shadowy pokémon, it steps into the light. She steps back a little, "You," she says psychicly, "Look almost like him, too.". Mewtwo smiles warmly, "You really think so?" he says with a seriousness that does not match the smile, "I do know what he's going through. However, I didn't have to suffer throughout fifteen long years of being locked away with a double conciousness."

"I heard that you were an experimental pokémon." She sits down of a rock in front of Mewtwo.

He roughly sighs, "Yes, I was..."

"I'm not trying to bring you back to that mentality you were at before, I was just trying to state something."

"I understand that."

"You went through the same thing he is going through, right?"

"Yes. However, I didn't go to such extremes as he is. Mewthree's actions have a deeper motive than mine. He wants something else besides killings. Fifteen years is a long time for some to reconsider things."

"More than the fifteen years of confinement he went through isn't what triggered him to become murderous?"

"Yes. There is something deeper in his soul that is triggering his actions to be so violent. Did you not try to probe his mind?"

"I did, once. When he was human."

"And what happened?"

"I saw an image of Mewthree's memories of probably one year at least after his birth. It was also a part of my memory, a traumatic event in my childhood."

"Which was?"

"Him killing my Espeon in cold blood when I was five."

"What?!"

"Yes, he killed other pokémon."

"It's not that, I was created about three years ago."

"Huh? But I thought...? What is he then? Pokémon are supposed to be gentle creatures by nature, right? So many questions I have... I can't stand it. Mew?" "Yes?" Mew replies.

"Can you know what the age of a pokémon is?"

"Kind of, why?"

"Do you think you can date the age of Mewthree?"

"I tried to do that back in that city, but he had a strong dark aura that I could not penetrate. And yes, pokémon are normally gentle creatures by nature."

"This doesn't make any sense. Why would Mewthree emerge now?" "Maybe it was just destiny for him to awaken now." says Mewtwo, "He just awakened and started killing?"

"Yes."

"H'm... we'll talk more about this later. You should have your rest."

"Alright." she rests her back on the cave wall and falls asleep.

"Are you sure its right for her to stay here, Mew?" He says immediately after Sabrina falls asleep. "Why do you say that?" she asks.

"Well, consider this. Pokémon have different methods of tracking people or different pokémon right?"

"Yes."

"Mewthree tried to kill this young woman."

"Yes, and I brought her here."

"He probobly is going to go after her later on. It is dangerous for her to stay here any longer than she needs to."

"But if she goes out there she will die also. She cannot hide from him, she has no home to go to anymore."

"Let's just hope that the identity, 'Mike', can manage to hold back Mewthree for as long as he can."

"Yes, let's hope."

* * *

Mewthree stands on top of a mountain peak with his eyes closed in deep thought, facing the Kanto region which lays out before him. The moonlight shines on his dark grey skin, giving him a false gentle aura. He opens his eyes, the fires caused by the destruction he caused in Saffron City are still burning out of control. He smiles at his destruction he had caused, still remembering that old feeling of the kill, the feel of the human's blood on his own skin, the agonized outcries of each victim's souls at the moment of death, and the pure ecstasy of doing such a thing. However, even with all these positive points, something comes to mind that he had failed to do suddenly makes him haunted. The girl, Sabrina, is still alive; in the care of that pink pokémon, Mew. He narrows his eyes at the burning city, knowing that he had failed his intention by one solitary human's escape. He yells out, a yell that sounds more like a thunderous roar, an unearthly roar that unsettles the surrounding pokémon into a state of temporary paralysis. He walks down a portion of the mountain into a small cave. With this done, he lays down and goes to sleep.