A/N:It's a bit longer than Ch.1, but if i make it any longer It'll take a WHILE longer to get up. I'm a bit picky as to my 'leave off' points. I'm still editing it as I go, but I can't change it to fit "Mewtwo Returns", or it'll mess up the plot later on. T.C. and C.T. are kinda self inserts, but they don't come in often. I tried to keep to Mewtwo's personality, but... Sorry for any OOCness that ensues. I just had a lot of fun with this, it wasn't written for anybody to critique, but now (remember, a few years later) I'm ready for comments. Harsh or encouraging, I don't care. Flames will go to Giovanni's seat to get him back for all the dastardly deeds, no matter how much they backfired. AND I DON"T OWN POKEMON!!!!!!! Nope, i dun own nuthin. Well... the twins, and this girl Elizabeth who comes in in Ch.2, but... NO POKEMON!!!! Or people...

Italic- psychic, telepathy, whatever you want to call it. Understandable by humans and pokemon. Underlined- pokemon talk. Understood by Mewtwo and other pokemon, but not humans. And, of course, quotation marks ("") contain normal human speech, understandable by all parties. Any combination of the three above means they are happening simultaneously. ANyway, on with the story!

Deciding on my path only as I rose above the clouds, I turned north towards Ecruteak. The towers would be easiest to scout, so I flew towards them first. Burned Tower was supposedly abandoned, according to Pikala's tales of her trainers ventures. It was dreary enough to make sense, I realized looking at it. But there were a lot of pokemon, namely Ratata, roaming the top floor.
As I set foot firmly on a bare floor beam, the mouse poke'mon scattered, only to quickly resume what they'd been doing. There were a few trainers on the floors below, I could vaguely see them through the holes in the floor beneath me. I wasn't at ease with this fact- what if one of their flying pokemon were to fly up and find me? I couldn't trust them, at least not all of them.
I could see Tin Tower across the city, and flew swiftly there, using my powers to shield me from any city folk happening to look at me. The top of the tower was rickety, being so far up, so i had no worries about being found. But there was a feeling about it. Something wasn't right- I felt like I was being watched, although I couldn't see anything. I waved my tail uneasily at the all to familiar feeling, and took quickly off, shaking my head. The Ruins of Alph were just a distance south of there... I could go look there. A gut feeling now told me it would be unyielding, though. I sighed and flew instead towards Mt. Mortar. It was dark already, so I settled by the hidden Berry tree patch outside one entrance. I was tired, for some reason. And it was only just past dusk.
I sighed in resignation, giving into my changing sleeping habits, and curled up under one of the bushes, out of sight. I tried to make sure my entire six-foot, seven-inch frame was covered but... it's not easy to do with my body struicture and such a sparse bush. But, at least it was dark. And I was tired enough not to care...
I was woken suddenly by something MUCH larger than a Ratata trodding on my tail. Apparently, it had wound out from under the bush. I yanked it back, with a verbal cry of pain in my throat. The thing fell, for I heard a thud, and exclaimation.
"Um, um, um, um, um... What?" a voice said. A human voice. I stood and teleported across a path to the other side, causing a rustle in the trees and bushes. It scrambled to it's feet, and turned in circles, judging by the sounds of footsteps. It was so dark! I actually couldn't see anything. "Sorry Pokemon, I think I just stepped on you. It was an accident, I swear! I didn't mean to! Oh, you probably left. I need to lean on something."
Out of nowhere, she (I had established the voice was a girl) backed into me. Me, with all the trees around, ME! We both jumped, and she yelled. I was too startled to run or teleport, and I wouldn't have anyway. I was intrigued by this girls uneasiness. I settled with backing as far as I could, which turned out to be a only a few steps. I was stopped by a large tree. Emphasis on large.
"That," the voice was shaky now, "Was a very fuzzy tree." She laughed. "Let's not do that again, Liz."
I went to walk quietly past her, her being only a tree away, but she unexpectedly dropped to the ground her legs splayed in front of her. I had no time to correct and tripped, all 279 pounds of me barely managing to stay upright. She was quickly on her feet, and I heard her mutter various nonsense words to herself. I felt a hand on my shoulder and yelped. For your information, I'm not a tree! I whirled around, swatting the hand off. My mind was still slightly dwelling on the 'fuzzy tree' comment.
"AIYEEEEE!!!!! It... talks? Who is it?" I didn't respond, but didn't move, either. She continued speaking after a moment. "Oh, get hold of yerself, Elizabeth. You're goin crazy!" I heard several deep breaths, and the sound of knuckles cracking. "Alrighty then. Seeing as how that tree-" She pointed to where she'd backed into me. "- isn't normal, and that one isn't a tree-" She pointed at me. "- isn't a tree, I guess I'll hafta chance my shelf."
I followed the sound of her footsteps to a wall, (okay, a rock ledge. Happy?) and in the now shining moonlight watched her begin to climb, using barely noticeable hand and foot holds. I flew up and followed her movements from diredtly behind.
You're... sleeping up here? my curiosity finally getting the better of me. ('Curiosity killed the ca-at' a little voice nagged.)
The girl froze, but looked over her shoulder to see my dark shape and continued climbing with a muffled laugh. "Yeah, I guess. So... were you the Pokemon I stepped on? And what were you planning on?" She pulled herself up on a small ledge, and sat cross legged, a feat I couldn't imagine myself doing. I flew back against the wall, keeping in shadow, and sat stiffly.
Yes, I am what you stepped on- my tail, to be precise. I actually had been sleeping, but...
"I woke ya up and you decided I was much more intrestin' than whatever dream ya had runnin' through that brain, right?" She interrupted while digging through a sack, and pulled out something, which she pressed a notch on, and... "Ahh, light! Much better."
She shined the flashlight on her face and I saw a smile. "Am I right?" she asked again. I had no real answer for her, so I kept silent. Unfortunately, my stomach didn't have the same idea. It grumbled hungrily, making me realize I hadn't eaten since morning.
"Okay then. Some food, then, to make up for hurting your precious tail." she laughed, turning the light into her pack. I couldn't hold back a smile. I found myself trusting this human. On first impressions, I didn't didn't think that was wise, but as I said, I couldn't help it.
"Let's see what was in the poor cabinet when I raided it... We have, available for your dining pleasure, jelly doughnuts, powder doughnuts, chocolate doughnuts, and... GROSS!!!!!" she screamed, throwing something over her shoulder. "I don't wanna KNOW how long that'd been there."
What. Was. That? I asked cautiously, having been startled by the sudden high-pitch scream. She more than gladly explained.
"MAYONAISE! It's nasty to begin with, and it has to stay cold to keep good. Its been in my backpack all day, and the cabinet who knows how long before that. Nasty.... ANYway, I have candy, and... oooh! Rarecandy! That'll be cool when I find my Pikachu again... Back on track, I have soda, bottled water, lemonade, ricecakes, riceballs... Whatcha want?"