THE DIARY OF AMBERTWO
March 1, again.
I can't believe I ran into Mewtwo! Oh, it's been so long since I last saw him; I think I was. what, six? Seven? I don't think I even remembered him until today.
I'm going down to the Pokemon Training Room to check on him. A lot of Pokemon end up cold and mean, like Giovanni's Persian. I never want Mewtwo to become like that.
I remember the other cloned Pokemon- Venusaur, Charizard, and Blastoise. I'm going to try and find them too, but Mewtwo is my first priority. I'd hate to have four more brainwashed Pokemon.
"Welcome to the Pokemon Training Hall, Mewtwo," Prof. Smith welcomed, opening the door. "There are many Pokemon in here, and I'm sure that you'll enjoy their company."
Looking around, Mewtwo turned to Prof. Smith. ~ It seems quite dark inside, ~ he pointed out. ~ Are you sure that I will enjoy myself? ~
Nodding, Prof. Smith nudged Mewtwo inside the room. "Don't worry about it," he reassured the Pokemon. "If there's a problem, you can tell us when you come back to the lab in the evening-"
~ Oh, that reminds me, ~ Mewtwo interrupted. ~ When can I see Amber again? I wish to speak with her. ~
Prof. Smith sighed and finally shoved Mewtwo into the dark room. "Maybe tonight, before you go to sleep," he guessed. "It'll depend. In the meantime, try gaining experience in this arena." With that, the door slammed shut.
Mewtwo glanced around the room. All the Pokemon seemed savage; their eyes were aglow with a certain vengeance, their teeth were bared in anger, and their voices rumbled like a lion's growl.
For one reason or another, Mewtwo did not feel afraid of them. He actually felt a certain respect for them, though he refused to show much compassion. In fact, he felt empowered to.
Snorting, Mewtwo walked up to a large Pokemon. ~ You there! ~ he barked, his hackles high. ~ What would you say to a brawl, right now?! ~
The creature turned his head. ~ No thanks, ~ he said, shyly. ~ I'd like to remain in one piece. ~
Suddenly, Mewtwo's hackles dropped and his eyes widened. It was Charizardtwo! Apparently, he and the other clones went immediately here. ~ Charizardtwo? ~ he said, shocked. ~ Is that you? Oh, I- ~
~ Mewtwo! ~ Charizardtwo squealed in delight, hugging him tightly. ~ Oh, thank goodness you're here! Now you can stand up for me while the rest of the clones and I cower in the corner! I'll go tell the others! ~
As Charizardtwo bounded off after the other clones, Mewtwo began thinking: why did he act in his cold-hearted manner? Was there something about these Pokemon that even he did not respect?
That is it, is it not? Mewtwo thought to himself. Perhaps the numbers and pure intimidation empowered me to rebel against them. I have no other reason, do I?
At this time, three Pokemon approached Mewtwo; it was the Charizardtwo from earlier, along with looked like Venusaurtwo and Blastoisetwo. They all seemed to be frightened, probably of the other Pokemon.
Venusaurtwo panted as he looked up at Mewtwo. ~ About time you showed up, ~ he complained. ~ These other Pokemon are really creepy. Normally, we'd ask you to cower with us, but from what Charizardtwo has told me, we can just use you as a bodyguard. Thanks, buddy. ~
Confused, Mewtwo peered behind him to see that Charizardtwo and Blastoisetwo had recoiled to the safety of his shadow. Venusaurtwo sauntered in behind the two other clones, hoping to get more protection from the other cold-hearted Pokemon.
Mewtwo gazed at some of the Pokemon in the room. Apparently, there was more to them than he expected.
Amber slowly walked down the hallway. Only Team Rocket members were allowed to venture into the Pokemon Training Room, due to security reasons, but this was something she had to do.
Finally, Amber came to the door. Biting her lip, she turned the knob and creaked open the door. She peeked inside and scanned the room for any sign of Mewtwo.
All of a sudden, the floor started to quake. Amber looked straight ahead and noticed three Pokemon- a Venusaur, a Charizard, and a Blastoise- running right towards her! Too scared to move, she stood in the doorway, trembling.
Then, a voiced screamed ~ Stop! ~ and the Pokemon immediately stopped in their tracks. A figure stepped in front of them and started talking to them.
"Mewtwo?" Amber called from the door. "Mewtwo! I'm over here!"
The figure turned around and smiled. ~ Amber, ~ he said, walking over to her. ~ Thank goodness you are here. Perhaps now we can talk. ~
Sighing, Amber gestured for Mewtwo to come with her. "That's probably a good idea," she said. "Follow me." Nodding, Mewtwo accompanied her outside. Unfortunately, he left the other clones to fend for themselves.
Inside Amber's room, Mewtwo sat on the bed while Amber paced back and forth. "You can't go back to the room, plain and simple," she explained. "All those Pokemon have been tortured, and now just being in contact with one of them is cruelty."
Mewtwo laid back on the bed. ~ What if I do not become like one of them? ~ he asked. ~ Surely not every Pokemon put in that room at some point came out cold-hearted. ~
Amber sighed and sat down next to Mewtwo. "You're only assuming that you can overcome this," she said, cupping her hands around his. "I lost you once before, and I don't want to lose you again. I'm only looking out for you."
~ Then, what do you suggest I do? ~ Mewtwo questioned. ~ I am escorted to the room everyday. ~
"That's a good point," Amber agreed, "but I have an idea- if I can convince my father that a special Pokemon like yourself needs special training, then you'll be spending time at the lab instead."
It seemed logical; he'd have to find some way to include his friends, but it was a minor detail he'd deal with later. ~ It seems to be a fair deal, Amber, ~ he said, shaking hands with her. ~ Now, how has your life been coming along? Nicely, I hope. ~
Smiling, Amber nodded. "Yes, I'm doing very well," she informed him. "I finished school, and I'm taking my college courses here. I'm planning on being a Pokemon scientist, like my father."
As Mewtwo was about to speak, the door swung open. "Amber!" said the frantic voice of a Pokemon scientist. "He's escaped! Have you seen- oh, there he is. Mewtwo, we thought you had escaped. Please don't do this again."
~ I will do what I can, professor, ~ Mewtwo replied, reluctantly walking out of Amber's room and back to the Pokemon Training Room.
March 1, again.
I can't believe I ran into Mewtwo! Oh, it's been so long since I last saw him; I think I was. what, six? Seven? I don't think I even remembered him until today.
I'm going down to the Pokemon Training Room to check on him. A lot of Pokemon end up cold and mean, like Giovanni's Persian. I never want Mewtwo to become like that.
I remember the other cloned Pokemon- Venusaur, Charizard, and Blastoise. I'm going to try and find them too, but Mewtwo is my first priority. I'd hate to have four more brainwashed Pokemon.
"Welcome to the Pokemon Training Hall, Mewtwo," Prof. Smith welcomed, opening the door. "There are many Pokemon in here, and I'm sure that you'll enjoy their company."
Looking around, Mewtwo turned to Prof. Smith. ~ It seems quite dark inside, ~ he pointed out. ~ Are you sure that I will enjoy myself? ~
Nodding, Prof. Smith nudged Mewtwo inside the room. "Don't worry about it," he reassured the Pokemon. "If there's a problem, you can tell us when you come back to the lab in the evening-"
~ Oh, that reminds me, ~ Mewtwo interrupted. ~ When can I see Amber again? I wish to speak with her. ~
Prof. Smith sighed and finally shoved Mewtwo into the dark room. "Maybe tonight, before you go to sleep," he guessed. "It'll depend. In the meantime, try gaining experience in this arena." With that, the door slammed shut.
Mewtwo glanced around the room. All the Pokemon seemed savage; their eyes were aglow with a certain vengeance, their teeth were bared in anger, and their voices rumbled like a lion's growl.
For one reason or another, Mewtwo did not feel afraid of them. He actually felt a certain respect for them, though he refused to show much compassion. In fact, he felt empowered to.
Snorting, Mewtwo walked up to a large Pokemon. ~ You there! ~ he barked, his hackles high. ~ What would you say to a brawl, right now?! ~
The creature turned his head. ~ No thanks, ~ he said, shyly. ~ I'd like to remain in one piece. ~
Suddenly, Mewtwo's hackles dropped and his eyes widened. It was Charizardtwo! Apparently, he and the other clones went immediately here. ~ Charizardtwo? ~ he said, shocked. ~ Is that you? Oh, I- ~
~ Mewtwo! ~ Charizardtwo squealed in delight, hugging him tightly. ~ Oh, thank goodness you're here! Now you can stand up for me while the rest of the clones and I cower in the corner! I'll go tell the others! ~
As Charizardtwo bounded off after the other clones, Mewtwo began thinking: why did he act in his cold-hearted manner? Was there something about these Pokemon that even he did not respect?
That is it, is it not? Mewtwo thought to himself. Perhaps the numbers and pure intimidation empowered me to rebel against them. I have no other reason, do I?
At this time, three Pokemon approached Mewtwo; it was the Charizardtwo from earlier, along with looked like Venusaurtwo and Blastoisetwo. They all seemed to be frightened, probably of the other Pokemon.
Venusaurtwo panted as he looked up at Mewtwo. ~ About time you showed up, ~ he complained. ~ These other Pokemon are really creepy. Normally, we'd ask you to cower with us, but from what Charizardtwo has told me, we can just use you as a bodyguard. Thanks, buddy. ~
Confused, Mewtwo peered behind him to see that Charizardtwo and Blastoisetwo had recoiled to the safety of his shadow. Venusaurtwo sauntered in behind the two other clones, hoping to get more protection from the other cold-hearted Pokemon.
Mewtwo gazed at some of the Pokemon in the room. Apparently, there was more to them than he expected.
Amber slowly walked down the hallway. Only Team Rocket members were allowed to venture into the Pokemon Training Room, due to security reasons, but this was something she had to do.
Finally, Amber came to the door. Biting her lip, she turned the knob and creaked open the door. She peeked inside and scanned the room for any sign of Mewtwo.
All of a sudden, the floor started to quake. Amber looked straight ahead and noticed three Pokemon- a Venusaur, a Charizard, and a Blastoise- running right towards her! Too scared to move, she stood in the doorway, trembling.
Then, a voiced screamed ~ Stop! ~ and the Pokemon immediately stopped in their tracks. A figure stepped in front of them and started talking to them.
"Mewtwo?" Amber called from the door. "Mewtwo! I'm over here!"
The figure turned around and smiled. ~ Amber, ~ he said, walking over to her. ~ Thank goodness you are here. Perhaps now we can talk. ~
Sighing, Amber gestured for Mewtwo to come with her. "That's probably a good idea," she said. "Follow me." Nodding, Mewtwo accompanied her outside. Unfortunately, he left the other clones to fend for themselves.
Inside Amber's room, Mewtwo sat on the bed while Amber paced back and forth. "You can't go back to the room, plain and simple," she explained. "All those Pokemon have been tortured, and now just being in contact with one of them is cruelty."
Mewtwo laid back on the bed. ~ What if I do not become like one of them? ~ he asked. ~ Surely not every Pokemon put in that room at some point came out cold-hearted. ~
Amber sighed and sat down next to Mewtwo. "You're only assuming that you can overcome this," she said, cupping her hands around his. "I lost you once before, and I don't want to lose you again. I'm only looking out for you."
~ Then, what do you suggest I do? ~ Mewtwo questioned. ~ I am escorted to the room everyday. ~
"That's a good point," Amber agreed, "but I have an idea- if I can convince my father that a special Pokemon like yourself needs special training, then you'll be spending time at the lab instead."
It seemed logical; he'd have to find some way to include his friends, but it was a minor detail he'd deal with later. ~ It seems to be a fair deal, Amber, ~ he said, shaking hands with her. ~ Now, how has your life been coming along? Nicely, I hope. ~
Smiling, Amber nodded. "Yes, I'm doing very well," she informed him. "I finished school, and I'm taking my college courses here. I'm planning on being a Pokemon scientist, like my father."
As Mewtwo was about to speak, the door swung open. "Amber!" said the frantic voice of a Pokemon scientist. "He's escaped! Have you seen- oh, there he is. Mewtwo, we thought you had escaped. Please don't do this again."
~ I will do what I can, professor, ~ Mewtwo replied, reluctantly walking out of Amber's room and back to the Pokemon Training Room.
