CHAPTER 5

(I can't believe that girl!) Mewtwo thought as he paced the length of the balcony. (She's just a selfish little brat!)

He looked up at the sky. (And I'm stuck with her!) he shouted grimly. (Stuck with her for the rest of my freakin' live!)

Karen angrily pounded her pillow then buried her head in it. She screamed loudly but the pillow muffled the sound. She was so sick of that rotten Pokemon! She just wanted to throw that Masterball into a trash can with him in it and be rid of him forever.

But she knew she couldn't do that. Her mother had given that to her and she knew she couldn't throw it away, no matter what Pokemon was inside it. It was the last thing her mother had given to her. I have to keep it, she thought fingering the ball. It's the last link to my mother. Without it...

She didn't finish the thought. No, she told herself. I can't think about that anymore! It's too painful. I need to think about something else.

But the only other thing she could think about was Mewtwo and he wasn't a very pleasant thought either. I'm just glad Ash and the others got a seperate room, she thought wiping away a tear. At least now they won't see me cry.

(But I will,) a voice said.

Karen pushed herself up and looked toward the balcony door. Mewtwo stood there giving her a tired look. He had read her mind. For a moment she wondered what was wrong but didn't ask.

He said nothing anyway. He headed over to the hotel room sofa and lay down on it and faced away from her.

"Are you all right?" she dared ask.

He turned slightly and looked at her. (What do you care?) he asked. (You don't like me. Besides why would I tell you anyway?)

"Fine then!" she said. "Good night!"

(With you around I highly doubt that,) he said.

"Shut up!" she ordered throwing a pillow at him.

Almost vaguely he stopped the pillow in mid air. It hovered there a moment then he threw it back at her. It hit her in the face and knocked her back onto the mattress.

(Sleep tight,) he said using his powers to turn off the light.

Karen tore the pillow off her face and threw it back at him. This time since he couldn't see it it landed on his back. It didn't hurt so he didn't bother to throw it back at her. He just knocked it off with a flick of his hand and went to sleep.

Karen pulled her knees up to her chin and buried her head in them. She suddenly remembered something her mother had told her a few years ago. Something about the Pokemon she hated.

"He had destroyed the lab," her mother Gloria Kishi explained. "He was angry about something. I still don't know what though. I was lucky to survive."

The lady professor had walked up to a window and stared outside a moment before she nodded her head in a sudden conclusion. "I think I might have just figured it out just now..."

"What?" Karen had asked from her perch on the kitchen counter.

Her mother stayed looking out the window but glanced at her daughter out of the corner of her eye. "The poor thing was angry at us, Karen."

"Why?"

"He must have thought we didn't care about him," the woman said closing her eyes and leaning her head on the glass. "I think I understand now..." she shook her head. "If only I could make it right with him. I'm sad. I bet he never felt loved. I wish I could see him again just once..."

"Why?" the girl had asked. "Why would you want to see something that tried to kill you, again? Aren't you afraid he might recognize you and try again?"

"I am afraid of that," Gloria had admited. "But if I did see him again I would... apoligize..."

Karen then understood. Her mother had always been that way. She hated when people were mad at her. "Mommy," the girl had said jumping off the counter and joining her mother by the window. "Maybe when I become a trainer I'll meet up with him."

Gloria Kishi had turned away from the window just then. "Karen, if you do," she had said, putting her hands on the girl's shoulders. "Would you tell him I'm sorry?"

Her daughter had nodded. "I promise."

I promise... I promise... I promise... the words echoed in her mind now. She had broken that promise. She felt like she had let her mother down. She felt like a hipocrit. But maybe I could tell him now...

She looked up and saw he was asleep. I don't think I should wake him though. Maybe tomarrow will be a better time...

She lay down and tried to get to sleep. The thought nagged at her and it was awhile before she started to drift off...

"You were created by humans to obey humans..."

"True power comes from the heart..."

"Pokemon weren't ment to fight, not like this.."

"This is all your fault! I hate you!"

"No matter what happens I will always be with you..."

Voices. Voices drifted through Mewtwo's head as he slept. Voices but no images. He couldn't place whose voices belonged to whom, though. The names and faces seemed scrambled.

"I'm sorry... I didn't know..."

"Why am I here? What is my reason for being...?'

"STOP! NO!"

"Please..."

"They're outside... where I must be..."

"Good bye... my friend..."

"Forgive me..."

"Do you ever feel... lonely?"

Then the voices changed. Now they were no longer in his head.

"Is he still asleep?"

"Yes, I think so."

"Some protection he is!"

"Stop it guys, Pokemon get tired too."

"He's a lazy bum."

"I'm going to wake him up."

"Ash, don't you dare!"

Mewtwo felt a tickling sensation at the tip of his tail. He wasn't ready to wake up just yet and curled his tail around behind him. Now something was ticking his nose. He started to get the urge to sneeze. He raised a hand and swatted it away.

That's when he smelled someone's bad breath. It was being blown right up his nose.

Oh, YUCK!

That did it. Using his powers he picked up the offender and threw him across the room. He heard a squeal and opened his eyes but immediatly shut them. He'd thrown Ash right into Karen!

"Ash!" Karen screamed. "Look what you made him do! Get off of me and leave him alone! If he wants to sleep let him! It's not morning anyway. Why are you in here?"

"Our room was given to someone else," Misty explained. "A honeymoon couple."

"We were wondering if you would let us stay in here," Brock spoke up, looking at the girl hopefully. "If it's not too much trouble."

Mewtwo heard Karen let out a frustated sigh. "Oh, all right. But the only room I have left is the floor."

"Why don't you make your lazy Pokemon lay on the floor?" Ash asked.

"Leave him alone," Karen shot back. "He was there first he has a right to it."

Mewtwo could tell Ash was about to protest but then stopped. "Whatever," he said shrugging.

The Pokemon sighed in satisfaction. Good, he wasn't going to be bothered. Maybe now he'd be able to sleep peacefully. He sighed again and relaxed. I just hope it stays this way, he thought. I don't want anymore rude awakenings.

Eventually the four trainers grew quite and Mewtwo was able to go back to sleep.

Karen on the other hand couldn't. She tossed and turned all night, worrying about the incidents that had happened that day. James and the would be kidnapper. She wasn't about to dicuss it with the others, though. They would probably think she was just being paranoid.

Karen looked out the big sliding glass doors that led to the balconey. She could see the moon in the sky, hanging like a bright silver Christmas ball. Since she couldn't sleep she decided to just stare at the moon.

Watching the moon eventually made her tired. She fell asleep within a few minutes. Her worries didn't end with sleep. They haunted her dreams. Filling them with a ghostly presense she couldn't run from.

It seemed that voices from somewhere were tormenting her. Telling her things she could not understand. She put her hands over her ears and screamed at the voices. "What are you trying to tell me? Slow down! I can't understand you!"

The voices became less aduable and were speaking faster. It almost seemed as if they were spinning around her head trying to tell her something.

"Please talk slower! I can't understand you!" she shouted again.

Suddenly they grew louder and she was forced to run from them. The ground below her opened up and she was swallowed into an abyss of utter darkness.

THUMP!

Karen found herself on the floor. She slowly opened her eyes and looked around. The early morning sun poured in through the huge sliding glass doors making everything look bright and clean.

Karen looked around a moment. Her eyes centered on Mewtwo, who was sitting on the sofa staring at her with a look of what might have been fascination. A small almost cocky smile was plastered on his face. (Sleep well?) he asked.

Karen moaned and looked away from him. She had a feeling he was somehow responcible for her nightmare. But she couldn't prove it.

She quickly got up and turned to make the bed.

The girl's eyes grew wide as the bed began to make itself without any help. She glanced over at her Pokemon but he stared at her blankly, as if he didn't have anything to do with what was happening. She noticed he seemed smug about it, though. She decided to ignore it. It got on her nerves but seemed a bit funny as well.

She turned away from the self making bed and walked over to the sliding glass doors. It was stuffy in the room and she wanted to let in some fresh morning air.

Just as she reached up to open them, the doors swung open themselves. Karen shot her Pokemon a look. He didn't notice. He looked like he wanted to burst out laughing.

Karen changed her mind about the doors and started to close them. They closed by themselves.

The young trainer turned to her Pokemon. "Cut that out!" she ordered.

(I'm only trying to help,) he said innocently.

"Umm.. Thanks but no thanks," she said trying not to blow up at him again. "I don't need your help."

(Fine then,) he said closing his eyes halfway. (If that's what you want.)

Karen watched as he unmade the bed and threw everything around the room. Karen ducked as an alien pillow came flying at her face.

(If you don't want my help you can just make the bed yourself,) he told her. He folded his arms and gave her a challenging look. (Good luck finding everything.)

She gave him a look then started to search for everything. "I hate you," she said dryly.

(I do too,) he said. (I hate myself for being stuck with such an ungreatful brat like you!)

The next thing he knew a pillow came flying at him and hit him in the face. (GAH!) he exclaimed as the force knocked him to the floor.

He heard laughter and moved the pillow from his face. He saw Karen staring down at him, laughing her head off.

"I got you that time!" she laughed.

(Really?) he asked. He picked up the pillow. (We'll see about that!)

He threw it back at her. She dodged, grabbed it out of midair and chucked it back at him. By then she was laughing so hard she didn't have very good aim.

She missed by a mile.

An all out pillow fight exploded between the two.

A/N

Hey, I have to make her nice to him at least once. She's starting to like him better though she still won't admit it. She forgot about her problems for the time being. Umm... She's not really a bitch. Not all the time anyway. She just acts like it once in awhile. She's got a bad temper. Well I hope you liked the chapter. I cut a few things out and added the pillow fight just for fun. The thing with her mother also helped her not be so mean to him. She figures if her mom can forgive him so can she. She just isn't ready to tell him yet, but she will. Sorry for any spelling and grammer errors.