"Who could that be at this time of night?" Sabrina said to herself, rather
annoyed. It was 11:45 after all. Who wouldn't be cranky?
She flung on her robe and went downstairs to answer the pounding at the door.
"Who could that be at this time of night?" Sabrina said to herself, rather annoyed. It was 11:45 after all. Who wouldn't be cranky?
She flung on her robe and went downstairs to answer the pounding at the door.
"Mark! What the heck are you doing here?" She let him inside.
"I'm really sorry Sabrina. I guess I should have called first, but I didn't think it would take me so long to get here."
"This better be important."
"Oh, it is. My dad is going to over take Silph Co. again."
"What?!"
"Then he's going to use that as an advertisement to Mewtwo. I think he somehow knows that Mewtwo is around here. But, look at this." He took a piece of paper out of his pocket. She took it from him and studied it.
"What's so important about this?"
"That is a report from a mission that took place not long ago. The place they went to was the last place they saw Mewtwo. They found the pokemon he cloned but not him."
"So."
"Okay, this is going to sound ridiculous, but Gio has this Meowth. it can talk."
"You think they used the Meowth to get info out of the cloned pokemon?"
"I think they brought them back because they wouldn't talk, and now they're torturing them."
"How can you be sure?"
"I was sneaking around and heard some things. did a little digging."
"Mark!"
"It was all there! I saw it all happen in that guy's mind!"
"You better not get yourself caught!" She sighed. "I can't believe this."
"Sabrina, once they get Silph they're going to let Sheba go. Of course, they're going to put a tracking device in or on her that will probably be able to do other things besides track. They want to make her think she's free. Oh. Sabrina. they have it all planned out."
"Why are you telling me this? Shouldn't you be talking to the police?"
"Sabrina! You know they can't do anything about this!"
"What? Do you think we can do something about this? We're only kids for Pete's Sake!"
"Well, the least we can do is warn Mewtwo."
"How are we going to find him?"
"I've been looking at some of my dad's pokemon books. It says that any psychic pokemon can find another psychic if they let their mind 'wander,' as they put it. I've done it before. Can't you do it?"
She sighed again. "Can we discuss how we're going to save the world tomorrow?"
"Sabrina! This isn't a joke! We have to do something! Besides, it already is tomorrow."
"Please. I'd like to get some sleep."
"Alright fine. What should I do?"
"Make yourself comfortable." She said, going down a hallway to her room. Mark sat on the couch and tried to sleep, but failed.
I know. I'll go for a walk. He thought, getting off the couch. He went outside and breathed the crisp night air. He began to wander the streets, not absolutely sure where he was going. Sooner or later he found himself staring up at Silph Co.'s many floors. Then a dark figure in the alley caught his attention. He was limping, and was using the wall for support.
Mark started slowly toward the alleyway. As he got closer he discovered that this was a very tall man, and he was wearing a trench coat with the collar turned up. He watched the man go to the back of the alley and stiffly sit down.
The man began to unbutton three or four of the bottom most buttons and stretched out the leg he had been limping on. But, that was definitely not a human leg. It was way too white and had no trace of any hair. The foot did not have a shoe on it and sported only two toes. Instead of an ankle there was only a ball that seemed to attach the foot to the leg.
The man squirmed around until a tail also emerged from the coat.
It's Mewtwo. but what's happened to his leg?
Mewtwo put his hands on either side of a decently large wound in his shin. The hands, with only three fingers each, began to glow blue. The wound got significantly smaller but nothing else happened.
Dammit! Why won't it go away? Came Mewtwo's voice.
Mark poked his head into the alley. Mewtwo? Is that you?
Mewtwo's head snapped up and looked around.
"Over here! Remember we met on top of the Silph building?"
He tried to get up.
"Oh! Don't try to get up! I see you've hurt your leg."
Don't tell me what to do human! He said using his powers to stand.
"Sorry, I just don't want you to hurt yourself more."
Why do you care?
Mark went into the alleyway. "Hey, not everyone is cruel and heartless like my dad." He went a little closer. "I was hoping I'd run into you. I have some more news."
You did not answer my question.
"Well. uh. I like you. I want to help you, and well. I was hoping you'd be able to help me. You see, I. I don't like what my dad does, and I know you don't. Why else would you run away? You wanted to be free, right?"
So, you just want to use me. He looked angry.
"No! That's not what I meant. You don't want any pokemon to be slaves, right?"
Right.
"Sabrina and I don't either, but Team Rocket is too big for just the two of us to take on by ourselves. We need your help."
Mewtwo liked the sound of that. A human was begging for his help.
"Uh. Mewtwo? You're starting to make a puddle."
The pokemon looked down. There was a puddle forming around his foot.
"Anyway, what I was going to say before is that Giovanni is going to take over Silph Co. and then he's going to let Sheba free."
Who is Sheba? The Mewtwo asked, he was starting to get worried about his leg.
"Sheba is the female Mewtwo Giovanni created. They're hoping she'd find you, and once you two get close enough, they're going to recapture her. Then they'll use her to control you. Are you all right, Mewtwo? Here, let me look at that-
NO! Keep your distance!
"But Mewtwo! You have to get the bullet out. That's definitely a gunshot wound. What happened?"
That is none of your concern. Mewtwo said, sitting down again.
Mark slowly moved closer until he was only about three feet away. Mewtwo was to busy picking at the wound to notice.
"If you don't remove it, it'll get infected. You could die from that!" He could see the pain in the Mewtwo's face.
My fingers are too large to fit.
"Please Mewtwo! My hand is smaller. Let me help."
The Mewtwo stared at him.
"I saw you trying to heal it. Maybe if I could get the bullet out you can heal it the rest of the way."
All right, fine! But be gentle.
Mark came closer and surveyed the hole. "Wow. that's pretty deep."
What are you waiting for? Just get it over with!
Mark set his left hand to the left of the wound to hold the leg steady, and then reached into the hole with his right. The Mewtwo winced and growled at the pain.
"I got it." Mark said, slowly removing his hand. He pulled it out and moved away from Mewtwo, who instantly covered it with his hands and healed it.
"I hope you heard everything I said. I'm not sure, but I think Giovanni knows you're here. Oh, and you might want to see this." Mark took the report out of his pocket, not realizing he just got blood all over his pants.
Mewtwo took it from him and read it. He looked over the top of the piece of paper. Do you know anymore about this?
Mark nodded and prepared to show Mewtwo what he had found in the rocket's mind.
Mewtwo studied the road as Mark finished.
"I will try to do what I can for them, but I can't promise you that I can set them free."
I don't expect that of you. I will go to him.
"No, Mewtwo. He could be testing you."
I must be loyal to my friends. He took to the air. Mark followed.
"Mewtwo! Wait!"
Mewtwo ignored him and kept on flying.
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"Sabrina! Sabrina wake up!" I yelled.
She yawned. "What now?"
"Mewtwo is going to Giovanni! I tried to stop him but."
"Good. Maybe he'll put an end to Team Rocket." She said, fluffing her pillow.
I stared at her as she went back to sleep. "Fine! I don't need your help. I'll do this myself. I can't believe you're a gym leader." I stomped out of her room and went outside. I began to fly back toward Viridian City.
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Meanwhile.
The sound of glass shattering. It wasn't far away. I listened for footsteps. None. For some reason I was frightened. How can that be? I don't get scared. Fear is for the weak.
Suddenly so hard to breathe. why? Instinctively my hands made their way up to my neck. No wonder, there was already a hand there, but it wasn't a human hand.
Where are they? Said an angry voice. A voice I knew: Mewtwo's voice.
"Your pathetic clones?"
The hand closed tighter. Answer my question.
"I will take you to them. if they're still alive."
His grasp tightened more. You will take me to them, and if you wake anyone. they will be killed.
He let me get up, without loosening his grip the slightest bit. We walked the whole way to the dungeons on the eighth floor.
"They're in there, but I do not have the keys."
The door popped open.
"Will you let me go now?" I asked in an aggravated tone. The pokemon pulled me inside and threw me into an open cell, closing the door and locking it.
I shall deal with you later. He turned around and opened the cells containing his battered and bruised clones.
I smirked and reached for the gun secured snuggly to my ankle. I clicked off the safety and pointed it at Mewtwo.
"I'm disappointed, Mewtwo. I thought you knew that I always carried a gun with me. Even to bed."
You and your gun do not frighten me, Giovanni. I know you value my life. He began to heal each pokemon, one by one, and teleported them away. He didn't seem the slightest bit nervous about the gun.
"Let me out of here, or I'll shot you."
Your threats are empty.
I put pressure on the trigger.
Even if you do shoot me, I will not let you out.
BANG!
The pokemon fell to his knees, and squeezed his eyes shut.
You will be repaid for all the pain and suffering you have caused me, Giovanni.
He staggered to his feet; somehow managing to stand even though I had just blown off his left kneecap. He finished sending away his clones. Now I could hear footsteps.
It's about time. I thought. The door opened. Mark came inside.
"Mark! Get out of here!"
Mewtwo only looked at the boy. He said he'd kill anyone who woke. Why wasn't he killing Mark? Mewtwo would keep his word.
BANG!
"Quick, son! While he is down, let me out!"
The boy stood there dumbstruck.
Mewtwo coughed.
You will pay!
I heard several footsteps now. A whole group of rocket executives entered along with a scientist. A radio squawked.
Mewtwo struggled to stand this time. I had shot him in the chest. Someone was running down the hall. The door swung open, and another scientist entered.
BANG!
My last bullet hit Mewtwo in the side. He fell again and the scientist rushed in with a restraining collar, clipping it swiftly around Mewtwo's neck. The rest of the people standing there, with the exception of Mark, helped carry the pokemon away.
"Mark? Mark!"
The boy startled but recovered and opened the cell.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, but it is something you will need to get used to."
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Sheba.
Mark? You're back already?
I've failed Sheba. Sabrina wouldn't help me, and I almost got Mewtwo killed. I began to cry.
Mark? Why are you dropping water from your eyes? Sheba asked. She sounded concerned.
It's called crying. People cry when they are upset. I wish I never knew my father. I want to go home to nana. I want to live a normal life. I don't want to be a part of this! I ran from that room and went to my room. I threw myself onto the bed and sobbed openly.
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Get away from me! I wanted to scream. No, I did scream it. Why can't they hear me? Let me die! I refuse to live as a slave!
All of these machines. what do they all do? Everything began to blur. Darkness zoomed in, like I was traveling through a tunnel facing backward. Moving away from the last bit of reality. But it came back almost instantly. Now I was somewhere else. Lying on something cold. Tiles, big white tiles. I tried getting up. I was sore, but I managed.
Nothing else was here. Just bright-whitewashed walls and a window. One of those giant windows they always put in lab observation rooms, the kind that to the observer it's a window, but to the observed it's a mirror. I looked at myself in this mirror. I had never actually seen myself.
Purple eyes, they were aflame with anger. And the heavy eyebrows, they added a nice touch of their own. I tried relaxing my muscles, tried to make the scowl go away, but it stayed. My face was permanently like that. Was I made to be permanently angry? Was that my personality? I shifted my gaze to another figure in the mirror. So, I wasn't alone, there was another here, another Mewtwo. I turned around sharply, though it caused me pain to do so.
Yes, my eyes did not deceive me, but this Mewtwo was different than I. Different, yet the same. We stared at each other, neither of us sure of what to say, if there was anything to say.
Who are you? I asked, but then realized it was not likely it had heard me.
I am Sheba. That was a female voice.
I looked back at the window, now I could see our differences.
You must be Mewtwo. Mark has told me about you.
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"Why are they just standing there looking at each other?" Giovanni demanded.
"They're not just standing there. They're conversing." Said the scientist with the beard. "They're social, just like people. They want to get to know each other."
"That could take weeks! Maybe even months! Give him weak tranquillizers or some form of testosterone!"
"Sir, if we do that we will run the risk of him killing her. It could take years to clone another female. We were very lucky this one survived. It would be much safer if we let nature run its course."
"Professor Sycamore, I am not a patient man."
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Mark. that boy with psychic powers.
He tried to warn you. Did you not heed his warning?
He did warn me, and I listened. That is why I am here. Giovanni captured my clones. I had to come rescue them. If it weren't for the boy, I would be free, but my clones would be dead. I don't know whether to thank him or hate him now, but he did not lie to me.
He hates what his father does. He wants to stop him, but I don't think he knows how. That's why he wanted to find you. He wanted you to help him stop his father, but you couldn't help him if you were captured.
So, then he does not really care about me.
That is not true! Half the reason he hates his father is because of you. The other half is all the destruction they cause. But, he hates what they do to pokemon the most.
Mewtwo was silent. He turned toward the window.
What is this? Is this your twisted way of driving me insane? He said out loud.
/No, she is your mate/ Came Giovanni's voice through an intercom.
Mewtwo looked at Sheba. I have a mate? He thought. But, I do not know how to love. How shall I. know? Was I created with those sorts of instincts?
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I lay there on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I'd searched the whole HQ but couldn't find a way to get to them. They had to have put them in a secret room that you had to go a specific way to get there. I knew exactly where they were, but I couldn't get to them. If I was correct, they were exactly in the middle of the fourth and fifth basement floors. How the heck do you get there? A portal? Wait! That's it! Maybe I could teleport? No, bad idea. I'd get caught for sure.
I wandered down the hallway. My father must have forgotten about me. I didn't care, though. I didn't want to learn to be evil. Why couldn't I be like every other kid? Why couldn't I just go to school or pursue a career as a pokemon trainer? I've always loved pokemon, that's why I hated this. I wanted to be a pokemon trainer, and I was going to be. but then mother died. One day she just didn't come home from work. Then nana came. Nana. she was way too protective. She immediately squashed my dreams of becoming a pokemon trainer. I remember asking her what happened to my mother. She wouldn't tell me, but I knew that she had to know.
I found myself in my father's office. I sat down at the desk, littered with all sorts of documents. There was the computer, which was displaying a screensaver- a big red "R" that bounced around the screen, and a half empty bottle of some sort of alcoholic drink or another. I just stared at the mess. This was going to be mine?
The door opened, and Gio came in. He looked at me staring miserably at the desk.
"It has been five days, Mark, and you have yet to change your clothes. What is that blood from on your pants?"
I peered down at the bloodstain near the pocket. "When you shot him."
"Is that what you're so miserable about?"
"Father, I do not enjoy making others suffer. I hate what you do! How can I possibly be your son?" I said calmly. Now I was going to get it.
Giovanni sighed and looked off to the side. "I knew I should have raised you from the start. You've become like your mother."
"How did she die? Why wouldn't nana ever tell me?"
"I killed your mother. She was always trying to stop me, getting in my way. I had hoped Beatrice was too hard on you, so you would become rebellious, but it seems that she has taught you to be righteous. It figures she would turn you against me. It was I who made her a widow."
I stared at him. He was even more evil than I had anticipated. "Then you will kill me too, won't you?"
"I could not bare the thought, but if you will not cooperate I shall have to take you as a prisoner."
"Father, I have no intentions to defy you. I was just justifying the fact that I don't agree with what you do here. You may want someone else to run Team Rocket when you pass."
"I never intended you to run it. I already have that straightened out. You have to earn your way to the top, even if you are my son. This conversation is finished."
"Yes, sir, but can I ask you one more thing?"
"Be my guest."
"Do you trust me?"
He stared at me for a moment.
"I trust you do not lie, but you hide things."
"I'm sure you do as well."
He smiled. "Cunning. you have your father's discernment. You would make an excellent rocket. what a shame."
"Where are the Mewtwos being kept?"
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It's so cold in here. Sheba said. She sat in the corner, hugging herself to keep warm. Could we get a blanket in here? She said out loud.
/No/ Said the intercom.
I paced in front of the window. What is going to happen to me? What will become of my clones? I thought. Sheba watched me.
Why must you stare?
She flattened her ears. Aren't you cold?
I stopped. What does it matter to you?
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"This is not good. They don't seem to like each other much." Said the bearded man to his colleague. "We better do something."
"We can't make them like each other! It's impossible."
The man with the beard paced. "Maybe if we could get her into heat." He combed his beard with his fingers.
"That might do something, but how would we get her into heat?"
"Go get the botanist."
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Okay. is it through this door?. no. How about this one?. nope. Then is has to be this one. Aha! Now which tile do I have to press? I felt along the wall.
This could take forever. oh! Here it is! I pressed the tile all the way in. There was the sound of machinery working and a portion of the wall slid away. Inside was a small room with a rather large window. The bearded scientist was seated inside.
"Back already?" He turned. "Oh! You? Who are you?"
I ignored him and went inside.
"Get out of here boy! I don't know how you got here, but this is for authorized personnel only! Now scram!"
I stared at the man. "I really hate using my father's tactics, but they are effective."
The man held his head. "Who are you?" The man said through clenched teeth. "What do you want from me?"
"I only wish to be permitted to see my friends." I went to the window and looked inside. Two Mewtwos were inside. One was in the corner, the other pacing back and forth.
"I'll do what ever you say! Please.stop."
"Thank you."
The man collapsed on the floor. "What must I do?" He asked, quivering.
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There was a knock at the door.
"Come in!"
I heard the door open.
"Mark? Is that you?" I didn't hear any footsteps. "Hello?"
..
"Hello?" I went out into the living room. The door stood open. "Who's in here?"
..
Something grabbed me from behind. I whirled around. A rocket.
"Hello, Sabrina." He said with a sly smile on his face.
"Who are you? Let go!"
"Oh, Sabrina, don't you remember me?" He stepped into the light so I could see him.
"Kenneth! What do you want?"
He took my chin in his hand and caressed my hair. "You. you're just as beautiful as I remember you. I want you, Sabrina."
I tried to free my self of his grip. "Get away from me! Let me go!"
He grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled. "No, Sabrina."
My eyes began to water. "What did I ever do you to you?"
He made me look at him. "You don't remember?"
"No, I don't. Please let go of my hair!"
He let go of my hair and took hold of my neck, backing me into the wall. "You and your little friends. I asked you out once remember? You laughed in my face. Do you remember what you did after that?"
I felt my bottom lip begin to quiver. "I'm sorry, Kenny."
"You're gonna be sorry all right. when I'm done with you." He walked me backward into my bedroom, and forced me down onto the bed.
"No, Kenny, please!" I pleaded as he took off my shirt.
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The door opened again. Two people came inside.
"I have the botanist. What's this kid doing here? And why are you on the floor?"
The bearded man kept his eye on me as he stood up. "That is no ordinary kid. He's a psychic. I think he's talking to the Mewtwos. Do not try to stop him. He'll only give you a migraine, trust me."
"What is it you want doctor?" Asked the botanist.
"Oh yes! I was wondering if you knew of a sort of plant that would work as a 'turn on,' you know, for the Mewtwos."
The botanist stared at him. "Which of the two do you wish to 'turn on' as you say?"
"The female."
"Hmmmmm. unusual. usually it's the male. Isn't it?"
"Well. yes, but we don't want him to get rambunctious and kill her."
"I see. well, there is a certain flower that will do the trick. It's called black nightshade. The fruit should have a nice effect on her, that is, if you can get her to eat it."
"I don't think we'll have any problem with that. Where can we find some?"
"Leave that to me." The botanist left. Leaving me with the two scientists.
"Are you talking with the Mewtwos, boy?"
"No. I'm only watching. Sheba looks cold."
"She's asked for a blanket."
"Why didn't you give her one?"
"Well. because."
"You want them to mate, don't you?"
"Yes. and Giovanni is becoming impatient. if they don't mate soon." He swallowed. "I may lose my life."
I looked back into the room where the Mewtwos dwelt.
Sheba?
Mark! Where have you been? I missed you! Where are you?
I'm in a room behind the window, or to you I think it looks like a big mirror.
I watched her get up and come to the window. Mewtwo stopped pacing and watched her as well.
I can't see you. can you see me?
Yes, I can see you. Can I ask you something Sheba?
Go ahead.
Do you like Mewtwo? At all?
She looked down. He doesn't say much. He just keeps pacing. I talked to him a little. I think he's a little confused.
Confused about what?
Well, he told me he didn't know whether to thank you or hate you. He said something about you warning him. Then he said something about it being your fault he's stuck here.
Do you know why you're in there together?
Master mentioned something about us being mates. but I don't think he's interested. All he thinks about is how to escape.
Mewtwo came up beside Sheba.
What are you doing? I heard him ask her.
I'm talking to Mark. She answered. Do you want to talk to him?
He was silent, seemingly staring at me from behind the glass. He shifted his gaze back to Sheba. His ears twitch and his nose wiggled a little. She puzzled at him.
What are you doing?
Mewtwo ignored her and walked away. He sat down in another corner.
Thank you. I heard him say.
You're welcome.
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Finally, he was gone. Now I just had to get the phone and call for help. but it hurt too much to move. I was really lucky to even be conscious. I managed to roll off the bed. There was a phone on the nightstand, but it was on the other side of the bed. That seemed so far away.
I pulled myself along the carpet, stopping frequently. I could feel my stomach begin to get rug burned.
Almost there! Come on Sabrina! You can do this!
Somehow making it to the nightstand, I painfully forced myself into a sitting position and eagerly grabbed the phone. I hastily dialed 911. no answer, the phone was dead.
Condemn you to hell, Kenneth! He'd cut the phone wires. Now my only hope was to gather what was left of my strength and call out psychically.
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Lying in bed, I stared at the cobweb blowing about on the ceiling. I sighed. It was always so hard for me to get to sleep. I got out of bed and went to the "Rocket Community Kitchen." A couple of girls were seated at a table. They giggled when I walked by. I found myself in the walk-in refrigerator searching for a box of string cheese. I found one and took two of the white sticks. I went back out, very cold now, and sat down at a table by myself.
Mark. somebody help me.
I dropped the stick of cheese I was unwrapping.
Sabrina?
No answer.
I ran back to my room and grabbed my coat and boots, then headed for the main exit. The moment I was out the door I took to the air. I don't remember ever flying that fast in my life. I made it to Saffron in a few hours.
Getting to Sabrina's house, the door stood wide open.
I hope I'm not too late. I thought, running inside. I found Sabrina lying on the floor in her room, completely naked and bleeding.
"Oh my God! Sabrina!" I checked for a pulse. Thank the Lord I found one. "Sabrina? Can you hear me?"
She groaned.
"I'll take that as a yes." I wrapped her in the muddled bed sheet and carried her outside. The hospital was only a few blocks away.
"Hang on, Sabrina."
"Mark?" She moaned.
"Yes?"
She opened her eyes slightly.
"We're almost there." The hospital doors almost didn't open fast enough when I came soaring in. The secretary was startled.
"Somebody help her!" I yelled.
Soon a few doctors whisked her away from me and onto a stretcher. A nurse escorted me to a waiting room.
"Are you hurt?" She asked.
"No, I'm fine."
"You look pretty tired. Do you want a drink or something?"
I sat down. "No, I'll be okay. She'll be alright. right?"
The nurse smiled. "I'm sure she'll be just fine. Do you know what happened?"
"No, but from the looks of it I think she was raped."
The nurse sat down next to me. "Is she your girlfriend?"
I stared at her. "Don't you have to get back to work?"
"I am working. This is my job."
"No, she isn't. I wish she were though."
The nurse squeezed my shoulder. "You'll be alright?"
"Yeah."
She got up. "You should tell her you like her, you never know, she might feel the same way. Some good could come out of this." She walked away.
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I stared out the window. So many problems were at hand. Where was my son? He's been gone for two weeks. Nothing had happened with the Mewtwos yet. The scientists said something about black nightshade. I didn't feel like trying to figure out what they were going to do with that.
The first thing was Silph. It was hard enough to take over the first time and now they have even more security. Silph and its resources would be very helpful in cloning my army of Mewtwos. I smiled at the thought of thousands of Mewtwos at my disposal. We needed more recruits. The mission to Saffron wasn't very successful. They had found a single psychic that was willing to join.
My thoughts switched over to Mark. Where is he? There is something strange about him, but I don't know what. I'm glad that he came straight out with his dislikes of abusing pokemon. We'd have to work on that.
I continued to stare out the window, and then looked at the bottle of Vodka in my hand. I frowned at it, remembering the night I'd first taken up drinking. I'd killed my wife that night. Fay had not deserved to die. She was such a wonderful woman. I couldn't believe the happiness she'd brought me. especially after Mark was born. We would have been the perfect family if I had not joined Team Rocket. It was my best friend, besides Fay, who had got me to join. I loved the freedom and confidence it had given me.
I threw the bottle at the wall. It was all his fault. It was his fault I'd become this power hungry monster that would tolerate nothing damaging to my cause.
I sluggishly tromped over to the bed and let myself fall limply onto it. I rolled over to the nightstand and opened the single drawer. Besides a loaded gun, there lay a picture- face down. I picked it up with a little difficulty; it had been lying there for so long without being stirred. Turning it over, I looked at the picture. It was a picture of the three of us, Fay, Mark, and myself. We were all smiling. I sighed and threw it back into the drawer. I didn't have time to dwell on the past.
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"I'm starting to wish nobody else had found out about this." Sabrina said. She was practically buried in get-well gifts from her admirers. I waded through the knee-deep wrapping paper to her bedside.
"How many more did you get today?" I asked, looking around.
"About five so far."
"Geeze. so, how are you today?"
She sighed. "A little better. How about you?"
"Fine. Just fine."
Sabrina slowly got herself into a sitting position, leaning on the pillow behind her for support. "Have you been home yet?"
"No. I don't think anybody back there cares enough to notice."
She looked down at her hands clasped together and sucked in a cheek.
"I don't really want to go back. They've probably done something horrible to the Mewtwos, and I don't want to hear about it." I found a chair and cleared it off so I could sit in it.
"Hey Mark?"
"Hm?"
"Thanks for coming to my rescue. I didn't think you would after I'd been so rude to you."
I half smiled. "I couldn't hold a grudge on you if I wanted to."
She smiled and looked away. I stared at the paper on the floor.
"Sabrina?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you know who it was that. hurt you?"
She exhaled loudly, blowing her bangs upward. "Yes."
"Who was it?"
"Kenneth Wrought."
I sat back in the chair. "That name sounds familiar."
She nodded. "He was wearing a rocket uniform."
I went back to her bedside. "You get better real soon, Sabrina." I leaned down to kiss her forehead, but instead hers met my lips. When we pulled away she grinned at my surprised expression.
"Good luck." She said.
I made a face at her. "I'll get you for that."
She giggled as I left the room.
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"Well! It's about time! Do you have any idea how long it's been?" Scolded Prof. Sycamore.
The botanist gave him a bored look. "Do you want the black nightshade fruit or not?"
"Do you have it?"
"Maybe. Where's my money?"
Sycamore held out a wad of dollar bills. The botanist snatched it out of his and shoved a brown bag into his hands.
"Have fun." Said the botanist as he waltzed out.
Sycamore opened the bag and took out one of the fruits inside. He examined it then looked at the door to the observation room. "Yeah, fun."
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"Dad?"
"Hm? Mark!" The man in red silk pajama's got up from his recliner and tried not to run to his son. "Where have you been?"
I was rather surprise to get a giant bear hug from him. I waited until he let go.
"I was with Sabrina. Some Kenneth guy was retarded enough to rape her."
"She was raped?"
"Yes. Sabrina told me the guy's name was Kenneth Wrought and that he was wearing a rocket uniform."
He seemed to express my anger. "Come with me."
I followed him into his office. He turned on the computer and opened the Rocket Residence Listings. He typed in "Kenneth Wrought." A file popped up. It had everything from his birth date to the last beer he'd bought.
Giovanni scrolled down until he found what he was looking for.
"He was assigned to the mission to Saffron to recruit Psychics. They're back now. So. ah! He's staying on the first floor room 349." He looked over at me. "I'm assuming you want to take care of this yourself?"
I nodded.
"Do you want to use mine?" He asked opening a drawer on the desk. Inside was a gun.
"No. I'm all set." I left without another word and headed down the hallway. Everyone else who was in the hallway seemed to know I meant business and stayed out of my way. Some even cowered in fear it was going to be them. I didn't stop until I got to room 349. I knocked on the door.
"Comin!" A few minutes later the door opened. A man probably not much older than me stood in the doorway. "Whacha want kid?"
I answered with a nice knuckle sandwich. He stumbled backward.
"What the hell was that for?" He asked holding his jaw.
I went inside. I used my psychic powers to lift him off the ground by his neck.
"Who are you?" He choked.
I glared at him. "If you ever mess with Sabrina again, I'll kill you."
"That bitch isn't worth it."
I could feel my rage burning within me. The man's face started turning blue. He stared scratching and pawing at the invisible hand that held him hostage. I growled and the man's body went limp, his head drooped and lolled from side to side. I threw the body and went out into the hall. I could tell my eyes were still glowing green from my rage; everyone quickly hurried out of the hall.
She flung on her robe and went downstairs to answer the pounding at the door.
"Who could that be at this time of night?" Sabrina said to herself, rather annoyed. It was 11:45 after all. Who wouldn't be cranky?
She flung on her robe and went downstairs to answer the pounding at the door.
"Mark! What the heck are you doing here?" She let him inside.
"I'm really sorry Sabrina. I guess I should have called first, but I didn't think it would take me so long to get here."
"This better be important."
"Oh, it is. My dad is going to over take Silph Co. again."
"What?!"
"Then he's going to use that as an advertisement to Mewtwo. I think he somehow knows that Mewtwo is around here. But, look at this." He took a piece of paper out of his pocket. She took it from him and studied it.
"What's so important about this?"
"That is a report from a mission that took place not long ago. The place they went to was the last place they saw Mewtwo. They found the pokemon he cloned but not him."
"So."
"Okay, this is going to sound ridiculous, but Gio has this Meowth. it can talk."
"You think they used the Meowth to get info out of the cloned pokemon?"
"I think they brought them back because they wouldn't talk, and now they're torturing them."
"How can you be sure?"
"I was sneaking around and heard some things. did a little digging."
"Mark!"
"It was all there! I saw it all happen in that guy's mind!"
"You better not get yourself caught!" She sighed. "I can't believe this."
"Sabrina, once they get Silph they're going to let Sheba go. Of course, they're going to put a tracking device in or on her that will probably be able to do other things besides track. They want to make her think she's free. Oh. Sabrina. they have it all planned out."
"Why are you telling me this? Shouldn't you be talking to the police?"
"Sabrina! You know they can't do anything about this!"
"What? Do you think we can do something about this? We're only kids for Pete's Sake!"
"Well, the least we can do is warn Mewtwo."
"How are we going to find him?"
"I've been looking at some of my dad's pokemon books. It says that any psychic pokemon can find another psychic if they let their mind 'wander,' as they put it. I've done it before. Can't you do it?"
She sighed again. "Can we discuss how we're going to save the world tomorrow?"
"Sabrina! This isn't a joke! We have to do something! Besides, it already is tomorrow."
"Please. I'd like to get some sleep."
"Alright fine. What should I do?"
"Make yourself comfortable." She said, going down a hallway to her room. Mark sat on the couch and tried to sleep, but failed.
I know. I'll go for a walk. He thought, getting off the couch. He went outside and breathed the crisp night air. He began to wander the streets, not absolutely sure where he was going. Sooner or later he found himself staring up at Silph Co.'s many floors. Then a dark figure in the alley caught his attention. He was limping, and was using the wall for support.
Mark started slowly toward the alleyway. As he got closer he discovered that this was a very tall man, and he was wearing a trench coat with the collar turned up. He watched the man go to the back of the alley and stiffly sit down.
The man began to unbutton three or four of the bottom most buttons and stretched out the leg he had been limping on. But, that was definitely not a human leg. It was way too white and had no trace of any hair. The foot did not have a shoe on it and sported only two toes. Instead of an ankle there was only a ball that seemed to attach the foot to the leg.
The man squirmed around until a tail also emerged from the coat.
It's Mewtwo. but what's happened to his leg?
Mewtwo put his hands on either side of a decently large wound in his shin. The hands, with only three fingers each, began to glow blue. The wound got significantly smaller but nothing else happened.
Dammit! Why won't it go away? Came Mewtwo's voice.
Mark poked his head into the alley. Mewtwo? Is that you?
Mewtwo's head snapped up and looked around.
"Over here! Remember we met on top of the Silph building?"
He tried to get up.
"Oh! Don't try to get up! I see you've hurt your leg."
Don't tell me what to do human! He said using his powers to stand.
"Sorry, I just don't want you to hurt yourself more."
Why do you care?
Mark went into the alleyway. "Hey, not everyone is cruel and heartless like my dad." He went a little closer. "I was hoping I'd run into you. I have some more news."
You did not answer my question.
"Well. uh. I like you. I want to help you, and well. I was hoping you'd be able to help me. You see, I. I don't like what my dad does, and I know you don't. Why else would you run away? You wanted to be free, right?"
So, you just want to use me. He looked angry.
"No! That's not what I meant. You don't want any pokemon to be slaves, right?"
Right.
"Sabrina and I don't either, but Team Rocket is too big for just the two of us to take on by ourselves. We need your help."
Mewtwo liked the sound of that. A human was begging for his help.
"Uh. Mewtwo? You're starting to make a puddle."
The pokemon looked down. There was a puddle forming around his foot.
"Anyway, what I was going to say before is that Giovanni is going to take over Silph Co. and then he's going to let Sheba free."
Who is Sheba? The Mewtwo asked, he was starting to get worried about his leg.
"Sheba is the female Mewtwo Giovanni created. They're hoping she'd find you, and once you two get close enough, they're going to recapture her. Then they'll use her to control you. Are you all right, Mewtwo? Here, let me look at that-
NO! Keep your distance!
"But Mewtwo! You have to get the bullet out. That's definitely a gunshot wound. What happened?"
That is none of your concern. Mewtwo said, sitting down again.
Mark slowly moved closer until he was only about three feet away. Mewtwo was to busy picking at the wound to notice.
"If you don't remove it, it'll get infected. You could die from that!" He could see the pain in the Mewtwo's face.
My fingers are too large to fit.
"Please Mewtwo! My hand is smaller. Let me help."
The Mewtwo stared at him.
"I saw you trying to heal it. Maybe if I could get the bullet out you can heal it the rest of the way."
All right, fine! But be gentle.
Mark came closer and surveyed the hole. "Wow. that's pretty deep."
What are you waiting for? Just get it over with!
Mark set his left hand to the left of the wound to hold the leg steady, and then reached into the hole with his right. The Mewtwo winced and growled at the pain.
"I got it." Mark said, slowly removing his hand. He pulled it out and moved away from Mewtwo, who instantly covered it with his hands and healed it.
"I hope you heard everything I said. I'm not sure, but I think Giovanni knows you're here. Oh, and you might want to see this." Mark took the report out of his pocket, not realizing he just got blood all over his pants.
Mewtwo took it from him and read it. He looked over the top of the piece of paper. Do you know anymore about this?
Mark nodded and prepared to show Mewtwo what he had found in the rocket's mind.
Mewtwo studied the road as Mark finished.
"I will try to do what I can for them, but I can't promise you that I can set them free."
I don't expect that of you. I will go to him.
"No, Mewtwo. He could be testing you."
I must be loyal to my friends. He took to the air. Mark followed.
"Mewtwo! Wait!"
Mewtwo ignored him and kept on flying.
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"Sabrina! Sabrina wake up!" I yelled.
She yawned. "What now?"
"Mewtwo is going to Giovanni! I tried to stop him but."
"Good. Maybe he'll put an end to Team Rocket." She said, fluffing her pillow.
I stared at her as she went back to sleep. "Fine! I don't need your help. I'll do this myself. I can't believe you're a gym leader." I stomped out of her room and went outside. I began to fly back toward Viridian City.
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Meanwhile.
The sound of glass shattering. It wasn't far away. I listened for footsteps. None. For some reason I was frightened. How can that be? I don't get scared. Fear is for the weak.
Suddenly so hard to breathe. why? Instinctively my hands made their way up to my neck. No wonder, there was already a hand there, but it wasn't a human hand.
Where are they? Said an angry voice. A voice I knew: Mewtwo's voice.
"Your pathetic clones?"
The hand closed tighter. Answer my question.
"I will take you to them. if they're still alive."
His grasp tightened more. You will take me to them, and if you wake anyone. they will be killed.
He let me get up, without loosening his grip the slightest bit. We walked the whole way to the dungeons on the eighth floor.
"They're in there, but I do not have the keys."
The door popped open.
"Will you let me go now?" I asked in an aggravated tone. The pokemon pulled me inside and threw me into an open cell, closing the door and locking it.
I shall deal with you later. He turned around and opened the cells containing his battered and bruised clones.
I smirked and reached for the gun secured snuggly to my ankle. I clicked off the safety and pointed it at Mewtwo.
"I'm disappointed, Mewtwo. I thought you knew that I always carried a gun with me. Even to bed."
You and your gun do not frighten me, Giovanni. I know you value my life. He began to heal each pokemon, one by one, and teleported them away. He didn't seem the slightest bit nervous about the gun.
"Let me out of here, or I'll shot you."
Your threats are empty.
I put pressure on the trigger.
Even if you do shoot me, I will not let you out.
BANG!
The pokemon fell to his knees, and squeezed his eyes shut.
You will be repaid for all the pain and suffering you have caused me, Giovanni.
He staggered to his feet; somehow managing to stand even though I had just blown off his left kneecap. He finished sending away his clones. Now I could hear footsteps.
It's about time. I thought. The door opened. Mark came inside.
"Mark! Get out of here!"
Mewtwo only looked at the boy. He said he'd kill anyone who woke. Why wasn't he killing Mark? Mewtwo would keep his word.
BANG!
"Quick, son! While he is down, let me out!"
The boy stood there dumbstruck.
Mewtwo coughed.
You will pay!
I heard several footsteps now. A whole group of rocket executives entered along with a scientist. A radio squawked.
Mewtwo struggled to stand this time. I had shot him in the chest. Someone was running down the hall. The door swung open, and another scientist entered.
BANG!
My last bullet hit Mewtwo in the side. He fell again and the scientist rushed in with a restraining collar, clipping it swiftly around Mewtwo's neck. The rest of the people standing there, with the exception of Mark, helped carry the pokemon away.
"Mark? Mark!"
The boy startled but recovered and opened the cell.
"I'm sorry you had to see that, but it is something you will need to get used to."
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Sheba.
Mark? You're back already?
I've failed Sheba. Sabrina wouldn't help me, and I almost got Mewtwo killed. I began to cry.
Mark? Why are you dropping water from your eyes? Sheba asked. She sounded concerned.
It's called crying. People cry when they are upset. I wish I never knew my father. I want to go home to nana. I want to live a normal life. I don't want to be a part of this! I ran from that room and went to my room. I threw myself onto the bed and sobbed openly.
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Get away from me! I wanted to scream. No, I did scream it. Why can't they hear me? Let me die! I refuse to live as a slave!
All of these machines. what do they all do? Everything began to blur. Darkness zoomed in, like I was traveling through a tunnel facing backward. Moving away from the last bit of reality. But it came back almost instantly. Now I was somewhere else. Lying on something cold. Tiles, big white tiles. I tried getting up. I was sore, but I managed.
Nothing else was here. Just bright-whitewashed walls and a window. One of those giant windows they always put in lab observation rooms, the kind that to the observer it's a window, but to the observed it's a mirror. I looked at myself in this mirror. I had never actually seen myself.
Purple eyes, they were aflame with anger. And the heavy eyebrows, they added a nice touch of their own. I tried relaxing my muscles, tried to make the scowl go away, but it stayed. My face was permanently like that. Was I made to be permanently angry? Was that my personality? I shifted my gaze to another figure in the mirror. So, I wasn't alone, there was another here, another Mewtwo. I turned around sharply, though it caused me pain to do so.
Yes, my eyes did not deceive me, but this Mewtwo was different than I. Different, yet the same. We stared at each other, neither of us sure of what to say, if there was anything to say.
Who are you? I asked, but then realized it was not likely it had heard me.
I am Sheba. That was a female voice.
I looked back at the window, now I could see our differences.
You must be Mewtwo. Mark has told me about you.
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"Why are they just standing there looking at each other?" Giovanni demanded.
"They're not just standing there. They're conversing." Said the scientist with the beard. "They're social, just like people. They want to get to know each other."
"That could take weeks! Maybe even months! Give him weak tranquillizers or some form of testosterone!"
"Sir, if we do that we will run the risk of him killing her. It could take years to clone another female. We were very lucky this one survived. It would be much safer if we let nature run its course."
"Professor Sycamore, I am not a patient man."
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Mark. that boy with psychic powers.
He tried to warn you. Did you not heed his warning?
He did warn me, and I listened. That is why I am here. Giovanni captured my clones. I had to come rescue them. If it weren't for the boy, I would be free, but my clones would be dead. I don't know whether to thank him or hate him now, but he did not lie to me.
He hates what his father does. He wants to stop him, but I don't think he knows how. That's why he wanted to find you. He wanted you to help him stop his father, but you couldn't help him if you were captured.
So, then he does not really care about me.
That is not true! Half the reason he hates his father is because of you. The other half is all the destruction they cause. But, he hates what they do to pokemon the most.
Mewtwo was silent. He turned toward the window.
What is this? Is this your twisted way of driving me insane? He said out loud.
/No, she is your mate/ Came Giovanni's voice through an intercom.
Mewtwo looked at Sheba. I have a mate? He thought. But, I do not know how to love. How shall I. know? Was I created with those sorts of instincts?
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I lay there on the bed and stared at the ceiling. I'd searched the whole HQ but couldn't find a way to get to them. They had to have put them in a secret room that you had to go a specific way to get there. I knew exactly where they were, but I couldn't get to them. If I was correct, they were exactly in the middle of the fourth and fifth basement floors. How the heck do you get there? A portal? Wait! That's it! Maybe I could teleport? No, bad idea. I'd get caught for sure.
I wandered down the hallway. My father must have forgotten about me. I didn't care, though. I didn't want to learn to be evil. Why couldn't I be like every other kid? Why couldn't I just go to school or pursue a career as a pokemon trainer? I've always loved pokemon, that's why I hated this. I wanted to be a pokemon trainer, and I was going to be. but then mother died. One day she just didn't come home from work. Then nana came. Nana. she was way too protective. She immediately squashed my dreams of becoming a pokemon trainer. I remember asking her what happened to my mother. She wouldn't tell me, but I knew that she had to know.
I found myself in my father's office. I sat down at the desk, littered with all sorts of documents. There was the computer, which was displaying a screensaver- a big red "R" that bounced around the screen, and a half empty bottle of some sort of alcoholic drink or another. I just stared at the mess. This was going to be mine?
The door opened, and Gio came in. He looked at me staring miserably at the desk.
"It has been five days, Mark, and you have yet to change your clothes. What is that blood from on your pants?"
I peered down at the bloodstain near the pocket. "When you shot him."
"Is that what you're so miserable about?"
"Father, I do not enjoy making others suffer. I hate what you do! How can I possibly be your son?" I said calmly. Now I was going to get it.
Giovanni sighed and looked off to the side. "I knew I should have raised you from the start. You've become like your mother."
"How did she die? Why wouldn't nana ever tell me?"
"I killed your mother. She was always trying to stop me, getting in my way. I had hoped Beatrice was too hard on you, so you would become rebellious, but it seems that she has taught you to be righteous. It figures she would turn you against me. It was I who made her a widow."
I stared at him. He was even more evil than I had anticipated. "Then you will kill me too, won't you?"
"I could not bare the thought, but if you will not cooperate I shall have to take you as a prisoner."
"Father, I have no intentions to defy you. I was just justifying the fact that I don't agree with what you do here. You may want someone else to run Team Rocket when you pass."
"I never intended you to run it. I already have that straightened out. You have to earn your way to the top, even if you are my son. This conversation is finished."
"Yes, sir, but can I ask you one more thing?"
"Be my guest."
"Do you trust me?"
He stared at me for a moment.
"I trust you do not lie, but you hide things."
"I'm sure you do as well."
He smiled. "Cunning. you have your father's discernment. You would make an excellent rocket. what a shame."
"Where are the Mewtwos being kept?"
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It's so cold in here. Sheba said. She sat in the corner, hugging herself to keep warm. Could we get a blanket in here? She said out loud.
/No/ Said the intercom.
I paced in front of the window. What is going to happen to me? What will become of my clones? I thought. Sheba watched me.
Why must you stare?
She flattened her ears. Aren't you cold?
I stopped. What does it matter to you?
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"This is not good. They don't seem to like each other much." Said the bearded man to his colleague. "We better do something."
"We can't make them like each other! It's impossible."
The man with the beard paced. "Maybe if we could get her into heat." He combed his beard with his fingers.
"That might do something, but how would we get her into heat?"
"Go get the botanist."
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Okay. is it through this door?. no. How about this one?. nope. Then is has to be this one. Aha! Now which tile do I have to press? I felt along the wall.
This could take forever. oh! Here it is! I pressed the tile all the way in. There was the sound of machinery working and a portion of the wall slid away. Inside was a small room with a rather large window. The bearded scientist was seated inside.
"Back already?" He turned. "Oh! You? Who are you?"
I ignored him and went inside.
"Get out of here boy! I don't know how you got here, but this is for authorized personnel only! Now scram!"
I stared at the man. "I really hate using my father's tactics, but they are effective."
The man held his head. "Who are you?" The man said through clenched teeth. "What do you want from me?"
"I only wish to be permitted to see my friends." I went to the window and looked inside. Two Mewtwos were inside. One was in the corner, the other pacing back and forth.
"I'll do what ever you say! Please.stop."
"Thank you."
The man collapsed on the floor. "What must I do?" He asked, quivering.
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There was a knock at the door.
"Come in!"
I heard the door open.
"Mark? Is that you?" I didn't hear any footsteps. "Hello?"
..
"Hello?" I went out into the living room. The door stood open. "Who's in here?"
..
Something grabbed me from behind. I whirled around. A rocket.
"Hello, Sabrina." He said with a sly smile on his face.
"Who are you? Let go!"
"Oh, Sabrina, don't you remember me?" He stepped into the light so I could see him.
"Kenneth! What do you want?"
He took my chin in his hand and caressed my hair. "You. you're just as beautiful as I remember you. I want you, Sabrina."
I tried to free my self of his grip. "Get away from me! Let me go!"
He grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled. "No, Sabrina."
My eyes began to water. "What did I ever do you to you?"
He made me look at him. "You don't remember?"
"No, I don't. Please let go of my hair!"
He let go of my hair and took hold of my neck, backing me into the wall. "You and your little friends. I asked you out once remember? You laughed in my face. Do you remember what you did after that?"
I felt my bottom lip begin to quiver. "I'm sorry, Kenny."
"You're gonna be sorry all right. when I'm done with you." He walked me backward into my bedroom, and forced me down onto the bed.
"No, Kenny, please!" I pleaded as he took off my shirt.
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The door opened again. Two people came inside.
"I have the botanist. What's this kid doing here? And why are you on the floor?"
The bearded man kept his eye on me as he stood up. "That is no ordinary kid. He's a psychic. I think he's talking to the Mewtwos. Do not try to stop him. He'll only give you a migraine, trust me."
"What is it you want doctor?" Asked the botanist.
"Oh yes! I was wondering if you knew of a sort of plant that would work as a 'turn on,' you know, for the Mewtwos."
The botanist stared at him. "Which of the two do you wish to 'turn on' as you say?"
"The female."
"Hmmmmm. unusual. usually it's the male. Isn't it?"
"Well. yes, but we don't want him to get rambunctious and kill her."
"I see. well, there is a certain flower that will do the trick. It's called black nightshade. The fruit should have a nice effect on her, that is, if you can get her to eat it."
"I don't think we'll have any problem with that. Where can we find some?"
"Leave that to me." The botanist left. Leaving me with the two scientists.
"Are you talking with the Mewtwos, boy?"
"No. I'm only watching. Sheba looks cold."
"She's asked for a blanket."
"Why didn't you give her one?"
"Well. because."
"You want them to mate, don't you?"
"Yes. and Giovanni is becoming impatient. if they don't mate soon." He swallowed. "I may lose my life."
I looked back into the room where the Mewtwos dwelt.
Sheba?
Mark! Where have you been? I missed you! Where are you?
I'm in a room behind the window, or to you I think it looks like a big mirror.
I watched her get up and come to the window. Mewtwo stopped pacing and watched her as well.
I can't see you. can you see me?
Yes, I can see you. Can I ask you something Sheba?
Go ahead.
Do you like Mewtwo? At all?
She looked down. He doesn't say much. He just keeps pacing. I talked to him a little. I think he's a little confused.
Confused about what?
Well, he told me he didn't know whether to thank you or hate you. He said something about you warning him. Then he said something about it being your fault he's stuck here.
Do you know why you're in there together?
Master mentioned something about us being mates. but I don't think he's interested. All he thinks about is how to escape.
Mewtwo came up beside Sheba.
What are you doing? I heard him ask her.
I'm talking to Mark. She answered. Do you want to talk to him?
He was silent, seemingly staring at me from behind the glass. He shifted his gaze back to Sheba. His ears twitch and his nose wiggled a little. She puzzled at him.
What are you doing?
Mewtwo ignored her and walked away. He sat down in another corner.
Thank you. I heard him say.
You're welcome.
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Finally, he was gone. Now I just had to get the phone and call for help. but it hurt too much to move. I was really lucky to even be conscious. I managed to roll off the bed. There was a phone on the nightstand, but it was on the other side of the bed. That seemed so far away.
I pulled myself along the carpet, stopping frequently. I could feel my stomach begin to get rug burned.
Almost there! Come on Sabrina! You can do this!
Somehow making it to the nightstand, I painfully forced myself into a sitting position and eagerly grabbed the phone. I hastily dialed 911. no answer, the phone was dead.
Condemn you to hell, Kenneth! He'd cut the phone wires. Now my only hope was to gather what was left of my strength and call out psychically.
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Lying in bed, I stared at the cobweb blowing about on the ceiling. I sighed. It was always so hard for me to get to sleep. I got out of bed and went to the "Rocket Community Kitchen." A couple of girls were seated at a table. They giggled when I walked by. I found myself in the walk-in refrigerator searching for a box of string cheese. I found one and took two of the white sticks. I went back out, very cold now, and sat down at a table by myself.
Mark. somebody help me.
I dropped the stick of cheese I was unwrapping.
Sabrina?
No answer.
I ran back to my room and grabbed my coat and boots, then headed for the main exit. The moment I was out the door I took to the air. I don't remember ever flying that fast in my life. I made it to Saffron in a few hours.
Getting to Sabrina's house, the door stood wide open.
I hope I'm not too late. I thought, running inside. I found Sabrina lying on the floor in her room, completely naked and bleeding.
"Oh my God! Sabrina!" I checked for a pulse. Thank the Lord I found one. "Sabrina? Can you hear me?"
She groaned.
"I'll take that as a yes." I wrapped her in the muddled bed sheet and carried her outside. The hospital was only a few blocks away.
"Hang on, Sabrina."
"Mark?" She moaned.
"Yes?"
She opened her eyes slightly.
"We're almost there." The hospital doors almost didn't open fast enough when I came soaring in. The secretary was startled.
"Somebody help her!" I yelled.
Soon a few doctors whisked her away from me and onto a stretcher. A nurse escorted me to a waiting room.
"Are you hurt?" She asked.
"No, I'm fine."
"You look pretty tired. Do you want a drink or something?"
I sat down. "No, I'll be okay. She'll be alright. right?"
The nurse smiled. "I'm sure she'll be just fine. Do you know what happened?"
"No, but from the looks of it I think she was raped."
The nurse sat down next to me. "Is she your girlfriend?"
I stared at her. "Don't you have to get back to work?"
"I am working. This is my job."
"No, she isn't. I wish she were though."
The nurse squeezed my shoulder. "You'll be alright?"
"Yeah."
She got up. "You should tell her you like her, you never know, she might feel the same way. Some good could come out of this." She walked away.
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I stared out the window. So many problems were at hand. Where was my son? He's been gone for two weeks. Nothing had happened with the Mewtwos yet. The scientists said something about black nightshade. I didn't feel like trying to figure out what they were going to do with that.
The first thing was Silph. It was hard enough to take over the first time and now they have even more security. Silph and its resources would be very helpful in cloning my army of Mewtwos. I smiled at the thought of thousands of Mewtwos at my disposal. We needed more recruits. The mission to Saffron wasn't very successful. They had found a single psychic that was willing to join.
My thoughts switched over to Mark. Where is he? There is something strange about him, but I don't know what. I'm glad that he came straight out with his dislikes of abusing pokemon. We'd have to work on that.
I continued to stare out the window, and then looked at the bottle of Vodka in my hand. I frowned at it, remembering the night I'd first taken up drinking. I'd killed my wife that night. Fay had not deserved to die. She was such a wonderful woman. I couldn't believe the happiness she'd brought me. especially after Mark was born. We would have been the perfect family if I had not joined Team Rocket. It was my best friend, besides Fay, who had got me to join. I loved the freedom and confidence it had given me.
I threw the bottle at the wall. It was all his fault. It was his fault I'd become this power hungry monster that would tolerate nothing damaging to my cause.
I sluggishly tromped over to the bed and let myself fall limply onto it. I rolled over to the nightstand and opened the single drawer. Besides a loaded gun, there lay a picture- face down. I picked it up with a little difficulty; it had been lying there for so long without being stirred. Turning it over, I looked at the picture. It was a picture of the three of us, Fay, Mark, and myself. We were all smiling. I sighed and threw it back into the drawer. I didn't have time to dwell on the past.
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"I'm starting to wish nobody else had found out about this." Sabrina said. She was practically buried in get-well gifts from her admirers. I waded through the knee-deep wrapping paper to her bedside.
"How many more did you get today?" I asked, looking around.
"About five so far."
"Geeze. so, how are you today?"
She sighed. "A little better. How about you?"
"Fine. Just fine."
Sabrina slowly got herself into a sitting position, leaning on the pillow behind her for support. "Have you been home yet?"
"No. I don't think anybody back there cares enough to notice."
She looked down at her hands clasped together and sucked in a cheek.
"I don't really want to go back. They've probably done something horrible to the Mewtwos, and I don't want to hear about it." I found a chair and cleared it off so I could sit in it.
"Hey Mark?"
"Hm?"
"Thanks for coming to my rescue. I didn't think you would after I'd been so rude to you."
I half smiled. "I couldn't hold a grudge on you if I wanted to."
She smiled and looked away. I stared at the paper on the floor.
"Sabrina?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you know who it was that. hurt you?"
She exhaled loudly, blowing her bangs upward. "Yes."
"Who was it?"
"Kenneth Wrought."
I sat back in the chair. "That name sounds familiar."
She nodded. "He was wearing a rocket uniform."
I went back to her bedside. "You get better real soon, Sabrina." I leaned down to kiss her forehead, but instead hers met my lips. When we pulled away she grinned at my surprised expression.
"Good luck." She said.
I made a face at her. "I'll get you for that."
She giggled as I left the room.
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"Well! It's about time! Do you have any idea how long it's been?" Scolded Prof. Sycamore.
The botanist gave him a bored look. "Do you want the black nightshade fruit or not?"
"Do you have it?"
"Maybe. Where's my money?"
Sycamore held out a wad of dollar bills. The botanist snatched it out of his and shoved a brown bag into his hands.
"Have fun." Said the botanist as he waltzed out.
Sycamore opened the bag and took out one of the fruits inside. He examined it then looked at the door to the observation room. "Yeah, fun."
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"Dad?"
"Hm? Mark!" The man in red silk pajama's got up from his recliner and tried not to run to his son. "Where have you been?"
I was rather surprise to get a giant bear hug from him. I waited until he let go.
"I was with Sabrina. Some Kenneth guy was retarded enough to rape her."
"She was raped?"
"Yes. Sabrina told me the guy's name was Kenneth Wrought and that he was wearing a rocket uniform."
He seemed to express my anger. "Come with me."
I followed him into his office. He turned on the computer and opened the Rocket Residence Listings. He typed in "Kenneth Wrought." A file popped up. It had everything from his birth date to the last beer he'd bought.
Giovanni scrolled down until he found what he was looking for.
"He was assigned to the mission to Saffron to recruit Psychics. They're back now. So. ah! He's staying on the first floor room 349." He looked over at me. "I'm assuming you want to take care of this yourself?"
I nodded.
"Do you want to use mine?" He asked opening a drawer on the desk. Inside was a gun.
"No. I'm all set." I left without another word and headed down the hallway. Everyone else who was in the hallway seemed to know I meant business and stayed out of my way. Some even cowered in fear it was going to be them. I didn't stop until I got to room 349. I knocked on the door.
"Comin!" A few minutes later the door opened. A man probably not much older than me stood in the doorway. "Whacha want kid?"
I answered with a nice knuckle sandwich. He stumbled backward.
"What the hell was that for?" He asked holding his jaw.
I went inside. I used my psychic powers to lift him off the ground by his neck.
"Who are you?" He choked.
I glared at him. "If you ever mess with Sabrina again, I'll kill you."
"That bitch isn't worth it."
I could feel my rage burning within me. The man's face started turning blue. He stared scratching and pawing at the invisible hand that held him hostage. I growled and the man's body went limp, his head drooped and lolled from side to side. I threw the body and went out into the hall. I could tell my eyes were still glowing green from my rage; everyone quickly hurried out of the hall.