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Chapter Three

Wow! This place is huge! Almost bigger than the house! Alex said, happily. It was the biggest hotel in the city. Alex had been given her own room. It had a queen sized bed, beside a huge balcony. A small waterfall that went into a small creek, that ran throughout the room.

Do you like it? Giovanni asked.

Yes! More than anything! Alex said, happily.

I'm going to get settled in my room, Giovanni said, leaving the nine year old alone.

She called after him. She went to the dresser, and put her clothes in. Then, she took out the Pokéball. Go, Abra! She said, throwing the ball. Out came her Abra, not sleeping. Hey Abra!

it said, looking up at its owner.

Have a good sleep? Abra nodded. She sat infront of it. She closed her eyes. What am I thinking about? She asked. Give me a picture of what I'm thinking about. Abra closed it's eyes, too. She thought about an orange. Abra came up with a picture similar to an orange. Good job! She made a mental picture of a Pikachu. Abra returned the picture, only a slight difference in its face.



Good job! Alex said, opening her eyes. Her Pokémon did, too. It looked pleased. Can you bend spoons? she asked, going to a fancy table and picking up one of the spoons. If you bend it, I can bend it back in place. Abra took the spoon.

Abra, Abra, it said, in a slow monologue. Suddenly the spoon bent.

Yea! My turn, Alex said, taking the bent spoon. She concentrated, with all of her might. Then, the spoon straightened back.

It said, clapping for its owner.

Thanks, Abra, Alex said, blushing. She sat the spoon down. I've had weird powers like that since I was little. I used to believe I could use telepathy, like a real psychic Pokémon.



I shouldn't be telling you this, but I can trust you, Alex said. My dad isn't my dad. He found me, wondering around on Cinnabar Island. The doctor said I had amnesia, and probably won't remember my past. But I wonder, who are my real parents? Did I have any friends, or was I always alone and have this emptiness inside of me? Alex looked towards the balcony.

Abra, Abra bra.

You think so? Abra nodded. I hope you're right. I do wish to have some memory of who I was. She stood and walked towards the window. The sight of the mountains renewed her thoughts about the person she saw. Why did those eyes seem so familiar? What was that voice?

Maybe it's someone you knew from before you had amnesia.

 Alex said, looking down. Abra was right beside her. It looked up at her.

I said, maybe it's someone you knew before you had amnesia.

You can use telepathy? Abra nodded. Are you reading my mind? Abra nodded. Alex smiled. Maybe we can see if I can use telepathy, okay?

Okay.

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What? There hasn't been any more signs of him? Giovanni asked, over the phone.

said the grunt, on the other end. Maybe it's because we haven't built anything else.

Hm. That's true. We'll start construction tomorrow. West side of the city at dawn. My daughter wants to walk around town. I don't feel so bad leaving her, since she has Abra, now.

Right, but what will you tell her?

I have some business to take care of. Besides, she doesn't need to know our real purpose here.

Okay. We'll make sure the girl doesn't get in trouble. Should we send-

Send an agent over in the morning, Giovanni said. It doesn't matter who.

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They're tears. When living things hurt, tears come out. Only humans cry. Thank you. Thank you for crying for me. But even though you're sad, you're still alive...

The tears don't stop! What will I do? Answer me, please!

Ai! Mewtwo jolted awake. He looked around at the stalagmites and other cave formations. He wasn't in the lab, yet at home. Mewtwo walked towards the cave entrance, his arms crossed over his chest.

Why am I having that dream? I haven't thought about that in five years. Why now? Is it because of that girl that I saw? He looked out at the city. The lights still glittered. What if she really didn't die? Don't be a fool, Mewtwo. You know as well as you're looking at this city that she never would have lived. She couldn't. She was too weak to live. But, what if the scientist was making an Ai three?

Possibly. His purple eyes turned from the city, to the mountains. But if he did, how did she live? The explosion would have killed her. Maybe not if she has psychic powers. He sighed. I'll never know. He turned and went back into the cave. He stopped, for a moment, and turned. Ai, if you are there, good night. Then he continued back into his cave.

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