POV Mewtwo
Pikachu was in a laboratory. I always wanted to save my clones from ending up as experiments. I didn't know how it got into this world, but one thing was clear: I had to free Pikachu. While Rebecca was using her technical equipment to find the laboratories in the city, I used recovery to heal my biggest injuries. Then I looked at the maps to see where the labs were and wanted to fly right away.
"Mewtwo, wait. You can't just go into a lab like that. Maybe you need human help to save Pikachu," said Mew.
I turned to her and smiled. Of course, she wouldn't leave me alone. I felt that Mew was always with me throughout my life, even though I hadn't noticed it myself. She was always there in spirit. I knew I had to take her with me. So we flew over the city together, always high enough not to encounter any flying objects that existed in this world. We were on the road for a couple of hours until we found something near a park because I could smell Pikachu here. Pikachu was in this sprawling white building, I was sure of it. We landed in front of a back entrance and looked for a way to get in. Rebecca saw a small door that was a crack open. There we could slip through and enter the laboratory. We had landed in the basement and I immediately tried to absorb Pikachus smell. It wasn't easy because there were so many acrid chemical smells. To do this, we had to be careful not to be discovered. It was late now, but there were still guards in the lab who could spot us from a room with cameras. We moved as carefully and quietly as possible, crossing several corridors until I heard something. It was Pikachu using attacks to free himself. Pikachu was alone in a room, trapped in a cage with thick glass panes and plastered with rubber that did not conduct electricity.
"Pikachu, we will free you," said Rebecca.
I concentrated on the glass and shattered it with my powers. Pikachu was free. But with this maneuver I triggered an alarm. Suddenly there were many steps in the corridors and several people surrounded us. They aimed at us with weapons. I grasped them with my psychokinesis and threw them away. Then I fled the lab with Rebecca and Pikachu. But more people were waiting for us outside. Everyone was armed to the teeth and when we came out they shot us immediately. I tried to protect Mew and Pikachu, but my shield couldn't keep these bullets out of arms. Several pierced me completely unprepared. I was bleeding in several places, but I was still able to stay on my feet. But people showed no mercy. They kept shooting at me, more bullets pierced me, and the pain now gave way to a kind of anesthetic, which then made me go down.
POV Rebecca
I was horrified to see the police shooting at Mewtwo. There were probably 15 heavily armed special forces that met Mewtwo. I saw the blood pouring out of his body and screamed desperately to stop but they didn't. Mewtwo had attacked people, which was reason enough for the police to Stop them. When Mewtwo went down, we ran to him and a policeman ordered the fire to stop. My face was covered with tears when I hugged Mewtwo.
~ Now I can only do one thing ... ~, said Mewtwo in a breaking voice. At that moment, Pikachu was floating above our heads and the police could not prevent Mewtwo from taking his telekinesis away.
~ Arceus opened the gate ... to let Pikachu in and ... then closes it again. ~
"But ... what about you?" I asked, sobbing.
~ It is too late for me ... I will never return to this or that world ... Life ... leaves me ... ~
"Please ... don't leave me. I need you.", Sobbing, I nestled my forehead against Mewtwo as his body slowly began to dissolve. In glowing bubbles, Mewtwo's body began to vanish and rise to the sky.
~ Rebecca ... Thank you ... for everything. Don't forget me. ~
His voice still echoed in my head as the bubbles of light floated into the sky. Unhappy, I watched the blow: "Never. How could I forget you?" I whispered.
The police officers standing around us had withdrawn and suddenly wondered why they were all there. That must have been Mewtwo's last work. It had erased her memories. Not only that. In my world no one else knew about the Pokémon that had strayed into our world.
I no longer noticed anything around me. The grief clouded my senses. There was a strange pain in my heart that didn't want to subside for a long time. I struggled home alone. I declined the help offered by the police officers. I arrived home sobbing and wished it was just a nightmare ... but it was a painful reality. It would take me a long time to think clearly again ...
Sometimes, at night when I was in bed, I heard Mewtwo's voice in my head as if it were still there. Maybe part of him now lived in me ...