Chapter 9
It was 11:00pm now, and Mewtwo was sitting on the couch, which was turned around again to face the fireplace—he began to think maybe he should get a second one for the living room and just have them back-to-back. Vesta was now asleep in one of the spare bedrooms down the hall nearest the entry.
Mewtwo looked towards the kitchen, dread twisting his stomach. Misty was in there making tea. He knew that if he told her that he'd rather not have this conversation, there'd be a little back and forth bickering, but she'd ultimately respect it and drop the subject, despite not wanting to. But Mewtwo knew it would be at the forefront of her thoughts for a long time, and that would be when his psychic powers would feel more like a curse, because then, any time that Misty, his friend, would be near, her surface thoughts would serve as nothing but a painful reminder and a trigger to his memories of Team Plasma.
There were some things he didn't want to speak of, some things that he just wanted to leave in the past and move on from. But Mewtwo should've known better, he had only been able to move on from anything in his past once he had acknowledged it and made a plan to do better. He thought he did, when he swore to never repeat his actions in Unova, but giving up and never trying again, is not the same as acknowledging, learning, and moving on. 'Never again' is what kept Mewtwo from truly moving on.
Misty entered the living room and gave Mewtwo his cup of tea. She grabbed a throw pillow from the couch, and sat down on the floor on the other side of the coffee table. Mewtwo sat in silence, focusing on calming himself, and undoing that knot in his stomach. The tea would help; the warmth from the cup in his hands traveled up his arms and relaxed the muscles in his back. He breathed in the scent of chamomile and felt whatever expression he had on his face soften.
"I know that you said you'd rather not talk about Unova so soon, and I know that 'few and far between' means more than just a couple hours," Misty started, "but right after the event with the Genesect, you came back to Kanto and I knew then that something was bothering you. But I respected the fact that you weren't yet ready to talk about it, I just didn't realize then that I would be waiting for years, before you were ready."
"I still don't know if I am," Mewtwo said dejectedly. Misty eyes sparked with a slight anger, but before she could say anything, Mewtwo continued, "but I suppose time doesn't heal all wounds."
"Time can't do it alone."
Mewtwo sighed, and looked down at his tea. She was right. He hated that he was putting this on her, but he knew that it would come back eventually, and repeatedly, and it would continue to hurt him until he dealt with it properly. It was obvious that Misty was not going to like this story, and both she and Mewtwo knew that, but despite that, she was still willing to lend a sympathetic ear to him. Best get this over with, Mewtwo thought, "It started about two years before the Genesect incident…"
Five years ago
Mewtwo was in the Pinwheel forest just outside Nacrene city, discovering the different species of pokemon in this region. He was only five years old after all, and obviously had much to learn, and he wanted to learn as much as possible. Mew compared him to a bright-eyed child eager to explore his new surroundings, but she said it in a way that made him feel good inside. Because it was true, he was eager to explore, and no doubt there was a time when even Mew wanted to travel and make new discoveries of her own.
Mewtwo was watching a group of young Pansage, Panour, and Pansear playing in a small clearing—their parents watching nearby, aware of Mewtwo, but not bothering him since he hasn't proven himself a threat—when he heard a scream. Immediately, the Pan' pokemon ran to their parents and were ushered away into the undergrowth while Mewtwo rushed to the source of the sound to investigate.
"Help!" It was a Gardevoir, female, she was strangely colored—rather than the usual green color for the hair, arms and torso for the common Gardevoir, she had a blue coloring. A group of pokemon hunters were chasing her. Her psychic powers were obviously reaching their limits as she levitated off the ground to avoid tripping over tree roots as she fled. And while that helped her stay ahead of her pursuers, it didn't help her avoid the low hanging branches scraping at her body. There were also other wounds on her body that no tree could've done.
There was a Bisharp with the group, so Mewtwo knew that the minds of the hunters were protected by a darkness aura; no wonder the Gardevoir couldn't simply hypnotize them and escape. One other problem was that with his level of powers, that Bisharp could easily sense Mewtwo's presence in the same way a Psychic would for any non-dark type.
The Bisharp glanced through the trees in the general direction towards Mewtwo as he ran by, "Involve yourself, and you will regret it." he threatened, "This is your one warning."
"Don't let her get away," one of the hunters ordered the Bisharp, "a shiny Gardevoir will fetch us a fine price."
Humans like this disgusted Mewtwo, and that Bisharp was no better. Mewtwo could already feel his rage boiling. He began his pursuit, passing the hunters easily, but the Gardevoir and Bisharp were further ahead.
The Bisharp used Air Slash on the trees just ahead, and grinned menacingly as the trees fell in the Gardevoir's path, cutting her off. She was going so fast she wasn't able to stop herself in time before she crashed into the fallen trees and she fell to the ground. She tried to get back up to start running again, but the Bisharp had caught up and lunged at her, cutting into her side deeply with one of the blades near his elbows. Crying out, she fell back onto the ground, and this time, could not get up. Mewtwo could already sense the paralysis set in; that Bisharp must've had his blades dusted with Stun Spore.
Mewtwo caught up just then, and he telekinetically picked up a fallen log on the ground and launched it at the Bisharp, sending him flying into a tree and knocking him out immediately. Mewtwo felt the darkness veil slip as he looked over at the hunters, who had just caught up, to see them staring back at him in shock.
"Would you look at that." the lead hunter said in awe, he looked back at his companions, "We catch this one boys and we're set for life!"
By the time the hunter looked back, his quarry had disappeared.
