Chapter 4
Misty showed up about 10 minutes later, she knocked and Mewtwo psychically opened the door from his position in the living room, "Jeepers Mewtwo! Are you trying to slow roast yourself or something!?" Mewtwo couldn't help but smirk at that, he could hear Misty taking off her jacket and boots before meeting him in the living room.
"So yeah, Team Rocket was in the area, but it didn't seem like they reached your house. I doubt their presence actually escaped you though." Misty said, before her eyes locked on the girl on the floor.
"You are correct," Mewtwo said.
"Who's she?"
"Grab your coffee, you'll need it for this." Mewtwo said sitting down on one side of the girl.
Misty went into the kitchen and returned a minute later with her cup. Kneeling down on the other side of the girl, she looked over at Mewtwo, "You found her last night?" Mewtwo nodded, "She looks really sick, why didn't you drop her off at a hospital?"
"Because Team Rocket was after her. I saw her running from them when I was following the source of the light," Mewtwo explained, "Taking her to a hospital was not an option."
"So even you saw that light last night, and went to investigate." Misty commented, "Then you found her, knew it was too dangerous to take her to a hospital, and so you kept her here, and treated her yourself instead?"
Mewtwo nodded, "She's hypothermic, I've done what I could, but until she wakes up, there is little else to do but monitor her condition."
Misty hummed in agreement, then reached forward and placed her hand on the girl's forehead. Mewtwo braced himself as Misty widened her eyes, "Mewtwo, that's not hypothermia! She has a fever!"
Misty began to rapidly move the blankets off the girl but Mewtwo grabbed her wrist to stop her. She was about to make some retort at him before they both noticed the girl move, curling up her body and shivering again under the last blanket. Quickly, Mewtwo replaced all the blankets as Misty stared in shock.
"You said the police believe Team Rocket attempted to set fire to Cerulean mountain?"
Misty nodded dumbly, looking over at Mewtwo, "They…they managed to find some people in city that were undercover Team Rocket agents. But so far the police haven't received any information, nor have they found who was responsible for all the scorch marks in the forest…"
Mewtwo looked at Misty pointedly as he gestured down at the girl. Misty's eyes widened even further in disbelief as Mewtwo explained, "She seems to have abilities and, evidently, conditions that mirror those of a fire type pokemon."
"What is her temperature right now?" Misty asked.
"Last I checked, she was at 105 degrees Fahrenheit." Mewtwo answered, "But at the rate it has been going up, she'll probably around 106 degrees within the hour." He paused to assess his growing theory before continuing, just to make sure he wasn't missing something plainly obvious, "No human can just randomly be born with this power, and Team Rocket can't have just happened upon the one human who does possess it."
The ominous tone in Mewtwo's voice seemed to unnerve Misty, "Just…what are you saying, Mewtwo?" she asked, her voice wavering.
"Team Rocket has been experimenting on humans." Mewtwo answered, "It wouldn't be the first time, but I didn't expect them to have made it this far in their research…at least not without me."
"So there's a chance that they might've remembered you?" Misty said, a growing look of fear on her face, "And now, instead of taking a pokemon's DNA and adding human DNA to it, and cloning a body from that—."
"Team Rocket is mutating humans through the use of pokemon DNA." Mewtwo finished, "But this is all an assumption on my part, we need to hear the story from her. We need to know what she knows."
Misty tapped her head and Mewtwo made the telepathic connection, Do you need to report this to Arceus? she asked. So far, only she, Ash and Brock were aware of Mewtwo's connection to the Hall of Origin. The entrance to the Hall lay in the deepest and most hidden part of Cerulean Cave. And Mewtwo acted as its gatekeeper. It was something he mentioned to them once, and forbade them from ever speaking about out loud, and they were only ever allowed to mention it in his presence through his telepathy.
Most likely. If I am right, then Team Rocket is once again upsetting the balance of nature; 'playing God'—or Arceus, if you will, Mewtwo answered, he looked back down at the girl, but I need to give him more than mere assumptions and hypotheses.
Misty sighed, "Well, for starters, you should get some sleep. I can take it from here."
Standing, Mewtwo nodded and started in the direction of his bedroom. Glancing back at Misty, "Come and wake me if anything changes," he told her. She nodded and Mewtwo continued down the hall past the kitchen to his room at the end.
It was strange how Mewtwo never realized it sooner—maybe too many distractions, or using human behaviour as an influence to his own—but he was actually nocturnal. Mewtwo used to think his comfort at the idea of wandering only at night, in the shadows of the moonlight, was due to the fact that it was easier to remain hidden from the prying eyes of those who would judge him and his fellow clones for what they were. And he couldn't understand why only a few of the other clones agreed with him, while most didn't, until he found the common denominator. Of the clones that agreed, each of their species, as a whole, were naturally nocturnal, so when Mewtwo inquired with Mew about her own sleeping habits, he found it was the same.
So, as the morning sun continued to rise to wake those who were diurnal, Mewtwo shut the curtains to keep the rays out, while he curled up on the soft bed and thick comforter, and fell asleep.
