Chap. 2
Isaac's P.O.V.
"Look! a suspicous-looking person!" Will yelled, pointing wildly to the left. "Whua?!" I responded, rapidly scanning my head in all directions for anything that could possibly be a threat. All clea-wait! I squinted as my head fixated on a certain spot. Or more like a certain white sport coat. Was that the same man I saw earlier?
Pushing through the crowd, I caught up with him quickly, considering he was just leaning on a lamppost. "Hey you!" I said gruffly, "Are you following me? Who are you?"
He looked up at me, calm and dignified, icy blue eyes boring into my very soul. "You know you're kid's gone, right?"
"Wha-" I rapidly spun around. No sign of him. Great. Just great. Then I had a revelation. Turning back around, I excalaimed, " Wait, how'd you know- What the?!" The man had dissappeared too! Right now, though, I need to focus on my client. I whipped my phone once again from my pocket, typed in the password, and set the phone to Brattracker1000.(I named it myself.)
I had implanted multiple tracking devices both in Brutus's collar and William's clothes, enabling me to monitor him wherever he goes. Humming happily to myself, I went to a small cafe' keeping watch of the small dots on the screen that made up William and Brutus. I continued monitoring as I plopped down on a table with a large coffee. I actually liked it when he ran away, I could then have some time snob-free.
"Hmm, looks like he's heading into the woods..."
Will's P.O.V.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
The sound of my gold-leaf-studded shoes cracking against the leaves and other sorts of undistinguishable debris scattered in the gigantic main foyer in the mansion. "Woah..." I exclaimed, eyes eagerly gobbling up the massive, two story room. there were doors surrounding the foyer, likely leading off to deeper within. Looking up, I could see a second-floor balcony, barely hanging on to it's supports, and a huge grand staircase right in the middle, cracked and crumbling but still attempting to show some pride despite the fact that it looked close to collapsing into dust. Several old, large paintings also adorned the walls, most of them of specific people who probably died hundreds of years ago.
Cautiously taking a few more steps inside, fear changing into awe as I continued to discover new secrets about the place, heading further into the sunlit foyer.
Brutus was not so eager, still hiding behind me and nervously growling at a few ghost-types hidden in the shadows.
Gradually, though, he began to regain his confidence, now he was at least trying to act like my guard dog, standing beside me with a dignified posture.
"I wonder what else is in this place?"
Reaching one of the wormhole-covered doors, I pried it open, my lungs crying in protest of the resulting dust and dirt scattered into the air. Grabbing my gold leaf-covered flashlight, I shined it into the resulting gap, nervously peering inside along with Brutus. The light cut like daggers through the darkness, partially revealing an apparantly endless hallway lined with doors on bothe sides. Farther down, on one side the oranate oak doors changed to doors made of heavy steel, leading off into almost unnatural pitch-black darkness that even my flashlight came through.
My small, almost unseen cautious side surrendered to to my dominant confident attitude, and gaining confidence, I strode down the hallway, pausing at certain intervals to take in the scenery, mostly ruined paintings and such and dodging gaps in the floor with the same mysterious burn marks. Brutus was less sure, creeping behind me, head constantly swivelling around and in an alert stance.
I decided to randomly open one of the doors lining the hallway. I threw open the door, confidence fully restored. I was a Huntingdale! Huntingdales fear nothing! Inside, I gazed at what appeared to be a game room of sorts, with an antique pool table, several lounge chairs smothered in cobwebs, and. . . A FLATSCREEN TV?!
What's a flatscreen tv doing in a centuries-old mansion like this?! Unless... maybe this house isn't centuries old? Thinking about it, this house did seem a little modern...maybe around 20-30 years old? Frowning, I left the room and continued down the dark, musty hallway, when I came across something even more surprising:
A giant, solid-steel door was resting on the dust-covered ground, forming a crater around a foot thick, crumpled up and charred around the edges. Across from it lay a giant hole that was likely the door's previous position, cracks lining the walls surrounding it, blackened like the door.
I could feel the confidence slowly draining from me as curiosity won yet again, and Brutus and I both crept towards the opening and peeked in, as if expecting a ghost to suddenly fly out.
Inside, there were several rows of what looked like some sort of control panels, lined in rows facing the opposite of the room, where there was a giant tv with smaller screens on the side. The borders of the room extended farther than the doorline, and I couldn't see over there.
Overall, it appeared to be a control room, like one would find in a laboratory or military base. I wasn't focusing on that, though.
Instead, my concentration was on the bodies lying around the room.
There were 3 skeletons that I could see with my flashlight, clothes lying in tatters barely enshrouding them. one of them looked like to be a security guard; the remaining skeletons appeared to be scientists by their ghostly attire. I could also make out a few charred, blackened skeletal remains scattered throughout the dark, spooky room.
I pondered what sort of beastly creature could do this kind of damage; the torn apart bunker door, the blast craters on the walls and floor. It would have to be a legendary to cause damage of this magnitude!
I shuddered a little at the thought. "Boy, I sure hope that whatever created this destruction is gone, it's been 30 years, right?" I chuckled nervously to myself.
Oh, it isn't.
"Brutus, did you hear that?" I questioned the pokemon. It sounded like a voice was projecting into my head...
Hello, human. It's been a long while since I've had a. . . guest here for a stay.
That voice. . . it sounded hollow, like there wasn't even a slightest morsel of humanity whatsoever within it. There was a creepy vibe to it's voice, yet it still had a commanding tone that I couldn't help but respect. It reminded me a lot of my father.
I shall have such fun with you!
I huddled next to Mightyena, hoping upon hope that somehow Brutus would ward off this creature. But, no such luck. Suddenly, Brutus whirled around and started frantically barking in the direction of the foyer, eyes the size of dinner plates.
I'd never heard Brutus act like this before. Spinning around, I tried to see what was making him so afraid, part of me not wanting to find out.
Then I saw it.
Floating in the middle of the hallway, a catlike pokemon I could only recognize as mewtwo.
"Y-you did all this?" I gestured to the destruction in the hallway and the battered door.
Guilty as charged. There was still that hint of menace in it's voice, which I judged to be male by its tone. Brutus whimpered but still held a defensive posture, face a mix of anger or fear. For once, I couldn't blame him. Mewtwo was known for it's lack of compassion, a trait shared with my father. Now, for once, I was in the victim's shoes...
While I was thinking to myself, Brutus launched a shadow ball against mewtwo, then ran up to attack with his claws and mouth. I started running in the other direction as I had rehearsed a few times for situations like this... Brutus distracts the attacker long enough for me to get away. Of course, the plan didn't account for a legendary...
It then occured to me that I had no idea where this hallway led to. I shone the flashlight in front of me to reveal another giant solid steel door! This one, however, looked a lot less damaged, and fastened shut. A dead end!
I frantically skidded to a stop, trying to avoid the looming door before me. "Oh no..."
Behind me, I heard an explosion and a small yelp, followed by a very disturbing thudding sound. "Brutus! I cried with anxiety and concern that surprised even myself, as I'd never been one to care for anybody.
Whipping the flashlight around, I could see the mightyena lying against a wall, cracks forming around where he lay. I couldn't tell for sure in the dim light, but it looked like he was bleeding...
Mewtwo grunted with disgust. That was ... pathetic.
That was a little quick for a supposed well-trained guard pokemon...
The psychic pokemon turned his head towards me, malice shining in his eyes. Now for the human. Grinning evilly, He readied a psychic orb of energy, the ball growing bigger by the second.
"Uh..." eyes rapidly scanning for an escape route, I settled on one of the oak wood doors lining the hallway, slightly open, and squeezed through the narrow gap just as mewtwo released the ball, singing my beautiful black hair!
Somehow, I had managed to keep my flashlight through all of this and shone it to survey my surroundings. I was surrounded by a old yet elite toilet, an oranate sink, and other necessities and luxuries only found in a...bathroom.
"GAAAAAAAAAA!" I yelled in fustration.
There was nothing to barricade the door with! The only thing that wasn't attached to the ground was a small, dust-covered footstool which looked like it couldn't stop a 3-year old toddler from breaking in, let alone an angry legendary pokemon!
I yanked open an adjoining door with a screech, swishing away resulting dust particles. As I looked at the bathroom supplies inside, a plan began to form in my mind...
I had precisely 2.3 seconds before mewtwo threw the door open with a psychic wave, the door ripping off it's crumbling hinges, sending it crashing into the toilet with a bang.
Pathetic hiding place. Mewtwo sneered, an evil grin spreading across its face. I rushed inside the closet and grabbed a bottle full of cleaning fluid and, twisting the cap off, hurled it at the psychic pokemon's face. Mewtwo, startled, quickly put up a defensive barrier that blocked most of the mini daggers of doom, but a few droplets wormed their way through, one being lucky enough to land a direct hit on his eyes.
EEEEEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHH! Mewtwo lost concentration on keeping afloat, and went flying straight into the closet. While mewtwo was convulsing in agony, I lept past him and ran into the hallway to where Brutus lay. "Brutus, are you all right?" I questioned, worry rising in my voice. "Mi..." Clearly in pain, he slowly lifted his bloody head up so he could see me. A weak smirk slowly etched across his face, smiling at the fact that I was actually barely holding back tears for him, something I seldom did for anybody.
My little quiet moment was rudely interrupted by mewtwo, now fuming and with a roll of toilet paper stuck to his foot, and another roll was stuck on his ear. THIS ENDS NOW, INSOLENT HUMAN!
I'm sure the resulting psychic wave probably did permanant damage to my brain. It was like standing next to my private jet's engine while it was on full blast! I was blown off of my feet from the massive angry psychic projections enemating from the pokemon. Mewtwo was already forming yet another ball of energy by the time I looked up. "This can't be the end..." My leg was trapped under a small yet heavy piece of debris. Frantically, I pushed and tugged at the obstacle, but my rich, spoiled body cried in pain at having to move anything more than 10 pounds. I finally managed to lift the rock off, but by that time mewtwo had sent the evil orb catapulting in my direction. There was nothing to do but wait for impact...
KA-BOOM!
I opened my eyes, which were clenched shut from fright. Am I dead? Ugh. No... I still hurt. You don't feel pain in the afterlife, right? I glanced around and gasped, aghast at the sight that lay before me:
Brutus, who had managed somehow to get up, had thrown himself in front of me, saving my life! All that was left of the poor pokemon was a small pile of ashes, which quickly mixed with the collected dust already on the ground, lost forever.
Mewtwo was also staring, no empathy or compassion whatsoever in his emotionless face. Hmm, less pathetic than I thought. Oh well. Now time for the human.
Hearing that cold voice, devoid of any humanity, was what brought me out of the trance. Spinning around, I sped under the pokemon's legs and sprinted towards the main foyer, leaping over gaps and destroyed objects. I turned around right at the end of the hallway, making out the psychic pokemon in the dim light, floating there watching me.
I smirked. He's not attempting at all to prevent me from escaping! Hurling myself through the doorway, I dashed towards the safety of outside, light now visible in the foyer, streaming through the main entryway. 10 feet to go...5...2...
My fingers had just brushed against the cool, refreshing freedom of outside when a mental blast came roaring through my brain, knocking me onto my knees. I cried in mental anguish as I clutched my head in despair, as if suddenly my head would burst and my brain scattered throughout the cluttered foyer.
The pain... It didn't help at all that my body and brain was like a moldy potato, due to no exercise whatsoever and years of spoilment. I didn't know what hurt more, my head or my pride...
The extensive pain slowly ebbed away to a throbbing headache. Ugh. That probably did permanent damage on my brain. I crumpled to the ground, still squeezing my head.
"Ow..."
Mewtwo came floating into the foyer, grinning evilly.
Do you really expect to think you would escape from here, puny human? Pathetic.
His evil laugh echoed throughout the cavern of a room, resounding through the walls of the mansion.
I was toying with you, foolish human! Allowing to think you had somehow escaped your imminent demise. You were wrong!
I was played! I hate being played! My pride was screaming out in agony, tormenting itself on my foolishness. Why could I do nothing? Why was I so helpless?
Don't worry, sad little blob of flesh. I won't kill you... I've grown to admire you a bit during our short time together.
Yay? Judging by the evil sneer splayed across his face, Mewtwo had something far worse in store for me.
After examining your mind, you seem to be a lot like me...
WHAT?! My jaw dropped. It can't be! How could I be like that evil monster?!
It's quite obvious when you think about it.
No... I can't be that bad, right? I mean I've been selfish and a little mean sometimes, but never like this...right?
In fact, I think we're so much alike we could be brothers. . .
What?! That's absurd! It can't be! No! No...
Enough babble!
Mewtwo raised his hand and, with psychic energy, conjured an impenetrable ball around me, encasing me inside.
What to do with him ...
Mewtwo was floating around, paws tapping against his head as he furrowed his brow in concentration. He was still keeping me trapped without expending any effort! My face flushed with red-hot embarrassment.
Aha!
The psychic pokemon's face lit up, a sinister grin spreading across his face. He turned and looked at me creepily, as if he was about to use me as some kind of guenia pig. Then once again he closed his eyes in concentration and began building a massive orb of energy with both paws. I shielded my eyes, near blinded by the force of this glowing ball. This was no ordinary psychic attack!
Clearly, Mewtwo was actually putting up an effort to make this, eyes deeply furrowed and a minuscle of sweat trickling down his face. Annoyingly, he STILL had the shield around me functioning perfectly!
Just typical legendary power, I guess.
With a satisfied sigh, the psychic pokemon finished...whatever he was doing... and proudly examined his creation, holding it up with an evil glint in his eyes.
It was a round, hollow, circular disc, resembling a collar of sorts. Pulsing with energy, it seemed to be made of some kind of magical black leather. An ominous glow surrounded the collar, vibrating and seething, pulling towards me, wanting me inside it's sinister clutches.
Mewtwo turned from his creation and glared at me, his stare boring into my very soul... I suddenly found myself unable to move, paralyzed either by fear or this new psychic attack.
The pokemon grinned, cheerful that everything was going oh so well (for him, anyways).
Oh, don't worry, I think you'll really bond with this collar.
Saying this, Mewtwo thrust the arm controlling the floating disc, sending it flying through the psychic field surrounding me and, unclasping, wrapped right around my neck. Once completely encircled, the collar then tightened itself, pressing against the skin, causing me to gasp.
Once the collar had enveloped my neck, I felt a sudden shudder as control of my body once again returned to me. Immeadiately, my hands went up to the sinister thing, clawing at it in a desperate, futile attempt to fling it off.
Instead, the collar began fusing with the skin, tendrils extending into the flesh below. Of course, it was not painless, and I fell to the floor, the psychic field around me completely gone. The grabbing and tearing resumed all the harder once I regained my senses. I had to get it off!
Suddenly, I felt as though as if I was touching my own skin... but the collar was here a minute ago! what happened?
Mewtwo, meanwhile, had conjured up a full-length mirror and held it up in my face.
I want you to see what happens. This is going to be fun!
I was terrified by what I glimpsed in the mirror: Where the collar once was, there was now only a thick band wrapped around my neck, looking like more of an extension of the skin than a collar.
And it was rapidly sprouting hair.
Actually, by the density and length, it seemed more like fur. What made it even more terrifying, however, was that I could actually feel the individual hair molecules sprouting from the skin with ever greater force. A cold washed over my entire body, causing me to shiver.
Then the real pain began.
I had never been accustomed to pain before, being my rich spoiled self, and that made it all the worse. White-hot tendrils of pain shot down my spine as it began... changing?! I could feel the internal organs, bones, muscles, suddenly begin leaving their natural positions and began rearranging themselves, although I had no idea what was going on and why. My spine cracked and realigned, sending new waves of stinging misery coursing over my body. Through the torturing throes racheting throughout my body like dozens of spiky ping-pong balls, my eyes, half-closed from the anguish, glimpsed in the mirror.
What I saw was impossible!
Dark grey fur was spreading rapidly all over my twinging body, covering it like a blanket, and a rather cheap one at that. I could see that I was somehow shrinking- that explains the cracking of the spine. I could barely concentrate on the image staring at me-the throbbing in my head made it near impossible to think, while part of me didn't want to look at all-it just wanted to cower and try to assume this never happened...
I just wanted to be home, with daddy...
Wait, I haven't called my dad 'daddy' since I was 3 years old...
However, that was the least of my problems. I was now entangled inside my clothes, shrinking farther into the depths inside. I panicked, desperately trying to claw my way out.
Hard to do when you can't think due to the massive pangs of pure agony still sweeping your now-teeny body.
By now, a lot of my bones and organs have neatly rearranged themselves, fitting into...something. All that was left were my arm and leg bones, which with a final, loud CRACK! and another surge of pain, completely altered themselves...to a quadupred position?!
Through the blinding stabs of agony inflicting me, I could barely make out other sensations slowly occuring throughout myself. The tingling of fur growing and spreading out like a mat across the body, something streching, reaching out beyond my face, the ears, eyes, and senses beginning to change, something big pushing out from my behind... I suddenly began to feel a little drowsy. After the worst 5 minutes of my life, the flurry of pain began to subside to a dull ache throughout my entire body... I could feel other sensations, things I had not sensed before, but couldn't place exactly what they were or where they were. The room began to spin, and I thought it would be nice to maybe curl up and sleep this whole thing off...
Maybe this was just a dream...
Sleep...
Third person P.O.V.
Mewtwo stared at the newly transformed Zoura, snuggled up peacefully on top of his designer clothes. Using his psychic powers, he slowly dropped the mirror soundlessly onto the floor. He grinned, a callous smirk spreading across his face.
Well, that's that. His dad will be looking for him soon. Better get him far, far away...
At this, Mewtwo picked up the sleeping pokemon with his psychic power, still slumbering. Dragging the pokemon behind in a psychic bubble, Mewtwo left the mansion and headed for the nearest road. William shifted slightly in his sleep, unaware of his surroundings. After travelling for around 10 minutes, the duo came upon a small, two-laned road. Pulled over along the side was a semitrailer that had HUNTINGDALE SHIPPING plastered onto the side. The driver was working on the engine, his constant swearing an indicator that it was not going well. Of course, that and the thick black smoke belching from the engine.
Perfect, Mewtwo thought to himself, and stealthily sneaking to the back, he silently lifted the back door of the semi and placed the dozing Zoura into a box carrying brand-new luxury pillows, probably destined for some uber-rich businessman's gold-plated bed.
Sleep tight, pathetic human...
Closing the door without a sound, the psychic pokemon then made its way over to the front of the semi, being careful not to be seen by the driver. With a flick of his paw, he fixed the engine, which roared to life, causing the truck driver to shout with gleeful joy.
Humming happily, the driver then climbed into the driver's seat, slammed on the gas, and sped away, heading to who knows where. The psychic pokemon watched the truck zooming off into the horizon, thinking to himself.
That engine should break down again after around 50-100 or so miles. His father will never find him! Happy travellings, William...
End chapter 2
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