She tosses and turns on the hard stone ground of the cave, trying to get to sleep but finds that she cannot do so. She stares through the dim light at Kentra, then Mewtwo, then Mew; the only person and pokémon that she could trust her life with.
The only person she thinks about though is Mike, or rather Mewthree; his eyes, those warm crimson eyes when he was around her; that scar though, he never told her what the scar on his forehead was for.
When she asked him about the scar some few years back, he just said "It's nothing Sabrina, don't worry about it." to her. He had heard of his hard times getting along with other people because of his personality, a cold -yet, warm- gesture, usually moody, introverted; kept mostly to himself and his pokémon.
She stands up and walks out of the cave, overlooking what used to be Saffron City, her birthplace and her home. She starts to walk down the hill towards the ruins, but she stops and takes out a pokéball from her waist, sending out her Kadabra. "Kadabra, teleport us there." she says as she points towards the ruins. "Kadabra..." replies the psychic pokémon, "Why?>"
"Don't ask me that, Kadabra."
Kadabra looks around, "Where's Haunter?>"
"Do you have to ask?"
"Yes.>"
She sighs, "Haunter was.... destroyed."
"Destroyed? He's a ghost pokémon.... so why would he be destroyed.>"
"A pokémon of incredible power accomplished that."
"What? A pokémon did that?>"
"Yes."
"But, aren't pokémon only in the mood to fight when commanded by a trainer?>"
"Some aren't like that. This one was different."
"How?>"
"He was.... not normal."
"Who?>"
"I don't want to tell you, now please... teleport me to that spot down there."
"Yes, Sabrina.>" Kadabra outstretches its arms in front of itself, rotating its bony right hand counterclockwise, concentrating on their destination.
Both of their bodies glow in a brillinat white light, then vanish.
They both appear in the heart of the ruined city, in the ruins of Silph Company; the remaining walls are in shambles, peices of the steel frame of the once tall and proud building protrude from the remaining concrete blocks. "Okay, Kadabra." she says, taking out the psychic pokémon's pokéball, pushing the small white button for retrieve Kadabra, absorbing it easily, "I could take care of things here, besides, this is personal business for me."
She turns around to leave the ruins of the Silph Company building, but notices something shining on the soot covered once elegant tile. She approaches it, kneels down and picks it up. She rubs off the soot coating the object, finding that it is the chain necklace that Mike, back when Mewthree wasn't known of, always wore.
She places the object of Mike's possession around her neck, continuing to explore the ruins of the once proud and prosperous city outside the largest building in the city. With the pendant around her neck, she feels some comfort; feeling as though Mike is there alongside her, not Mewthree.
Mike always had been acting strange like if he was unknowingly harboring some kind of double conciousness, but Sabrina could never get close enough to him to tap into his mind for the answers. Until that day when he was found on the Silph Company building and brought to the trainer's Infirmary at the Pokémon Center, he had never let her even come as close as she was that time.
To her, he had always been the quiet and painfully lonely person she knew. Sure, he had cared for pokémon for most of his life, as he told her a few times. He had always been strangely intelligent, but he never wanted to apply himself to be a junior researcher at Silph Company or even become a trainer; he just wanted to be alone to care for himself and his pokémon... not wanting to be around anyone. At least, that's what she'd heard about him anyway.
* * *
"YOU!" screams out Ashley Skerry as she sees the dark grey pokémon with crimson eyes emerge from the water; carrying Diane, a relative that she had only heard of through the Gemfk side of her family for a long time before she set out on her pokémon journey, in it's clawed arms, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?!"
The pokémon stares back at her, it narrows its eyes in a look of disapproval, it's eyes seem to dim with various emotions. It progresses closer to the water's edge, holding Diane closer to it's body, protectively.
"Let her down!" she commands, not really sure what it's intentions are.
It shakes it's head in response, but kneels and gently places her on the ground; folding her arms over her chest respectively. Standing back up as soon as it does so. Approaching her as it does.
* * *
"What do you intend to do to me, human?" Mewthree says to the blond girl before him.
The girl steps back in shock that he had actually spoken to her, "Wha... wha..." she manages to say.
"Do not act so shocked or concerned for Diane, human. I have not killed her, you should not be concerned about that.... only yourself. Answer this to me then.... have you ever known her as I have?"
"Huh? How do you...?"
"Tsk, tsk, Ashley Skerry... you should pay more attention to things that you do not understand before you jump to conclusions."
"How do you... know my name?"
"I am psychic... and I sense that I have remotely caused you pain of some kind... can it be.... the death of Kemdra Gemfk?"
"U-Uncle Kemdra you mean?"
"Ah.... I see, so Gemfk was your uncle.... ha!" He starts to chuckle harshly.
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing... that you should be concerned about.... for long..."
"What do you mean?"
"Mmmmm..... I'm so hungry..... practiclly starving...." he glares at her, his eyes flash, "You look like you may be quite delicious..."
"Oh no you don't! Not without a fight at least!" she takes out a pokéball, "Houndoom go!" she tosses out the pokéball, sending the dark-type dog pokémon out in front of him.
He shakes his head in disapproval, "Very well... prepare to die!"
"Houndoom! Fire Blast!" Houndoom builds up a ball of fire within it's mouth
He points a clawed finger at the Houndoom, "Perform that command and you shall regret it!"
"Ignore it Houndoom! Attack!" Obediently, the Houndoom does just as Ashley commands for it to do, leading out a stream of fire towards him.
He is hit by the blast of fire, gets totally engulfed by the flames, but feels little to no pain from the attack. He spreads his arms, parting the flames, his eyes glowing harshly. He hovers into the air, spreading out all limbs far apart, shrouding himself in a blood red aura.
The ground starts to shake, "An earthquake?!". The ground below Houndoom glows red, a second later, two spikes of red energy impale the dog pokémon, sending blood spraying for ten feet around it, killing it instantly. "What? A killing move?" she says with shock and heartbreak in her tone, "Are those even known of?"
"Of course." he replies with sincere harsh honesty, "It's just that humans just do not want to even think of such things. Pokémon have been around longer than humans have, we have used our abilities for more than just to do your bidding of having pokémon fight for recreation. Your ancestors used my kind for generations as worthless and honorless fighting machines, making them even discraced to the point of regretting the day that they were even born!"
"That's not true!"
"You are contradicting me?"
"Yes. Pokémon are companions for humans, not just fighting pawns!"
"Very well then.... show your 'compassion' for pokémon and let me be!"
"No!"
"And why is that?"
"Because you killed my Houndoom!" warm tears start to fill her eyes, "I've raised it since I was a child! And now..... you've killed her! All those years of companionship.... only to be shattered by you!" she wipes a tear from her face, "First Uncle Kemdra..... now Houndoom.... how can you be so cruel!"
He smiles evily, "Because I was created for such a purpose."
"Uncle Kemdra said something about an experiment of creating a weapon that is ultra powerful. Are you that?"
He nods, "But now I have talked too much, do not disappoint me by dying too soon. I want to enjoy ripping you limb from limb!"
He stalks towards her, all claws out, his mouth open slightly... his eyes burning deep into her soul. He charges, she screams....