The Book of Memories
Chapter 2
Roy, Link and Zelda were walking down the hallway when they heard a loud crash come from somewhere near where the Pokémon bedrooms according to Link's keen ears. They reached the hallway where Mewtwo's room was when they saw him on the floor, unconscious and covered in debris from an imprint in the wall behind him. They all gasped in disbelief at the sight.
"Roy," Zelda said urgently. "You go find Dr Mario."
"Got it," Roy responded, hurrying off to find Doc.
From what they could see, something had obviously sent Mewtwo flying into the wall and knocked him out cold. The back of his shoulders and head were covered in bruises where he must have hit the wall the hardest. They wanted to help, but decided it was best to wait for Roy to come back with the doctor. After a few minutes, they saw Roy rounding the corner haphazardly from running along with Dr Mario.
"Stand aside," Dr Mario said as he went up to where Mewtwo was lying. They obeyed without hesitation, relieved that he had finally arrived.
"Thanks, Roy," Zelda said, smiling to Roy with relief.
"No… problem…" Roy said between huffs, nearly doubled over trying to catch his breath.
After examining Mewtwo, Dr Mario pulled out a small radio and spoke into it: "I need two Chanseys and a medical bed in area two-zero-one, stat." He then put away the radio.
"Is he going to be okay?" Zelda asked, concerned.
"He appears to have suffered from an energy blast to the abdomen and some bruising from his impact with the wall." Dr Mario assessed, standing up. "He might have also sustained cranial trauma, but that will have to be verified with a CAT scan." They soon heard the squeaking of rubber wheels as two Chanseys rounded the corner with a medical bed.
"Help me get him onto the bed, if you would." Dr Mario requested to the other three.
"Sure," Zelda and Roy said while Link nodded. Carefully, they placed Mewtwo onto the bed, trying to move his joints as little as possible. The Chanseys then proceeded to wheel him off towards the infirmary. Dr Mario followed after them, and Zelda, Link and Roy followed after him.
….
The three of them had sat in the waiting room for nearly an hour before Dr Mario came out.
"Well?" Zelda asked with concern.
"He'll live," Dr Mario said. "His major injuries have mostly healed and he's currently resting in the recovery room. He was subconsciously muttering something about a book or something like that before he woke up after the CAT scan. You can see him now, but I need someone to inform Master Hand that a Smasher had been attacked."
"Already taken care of it," said Snake, who had just walked in the door. "I noticed Mewtwo had been attacked and ran to inform Master Hand about the incident."
"That's good," Dr Mario said. He then opened the door leading to the recovery room. He led them to the recovery room and opened the door. "Mewtwo, you have some visitors."
"Hmm," Mewtwo responded, nodding as he sat up in his bed. He seemed somewhat dazed. Dr Mario let them in, leaving and closing the door behind them. They went up next to the bed and sat in some chairs by it.
"Are you okay?" Zelda asked softly.
"Apart from a splitting headache, I'm fine," Mewtwo responded, holding his head in his paw.
"What was it that you were mumbling about a book?" Roy asked. Mewtwo suddenly straightened up as his eyes filled with shock as he remembered the earlier incident. He then slumped back down to where he was earlier. "Was it your journal or something?"
"It doesn't matter now," Mewtwo said dejectedly, sitting up again. "It's gone."
"You mean someone attacked you and stole your journal?" Zelda asked, puzzled. "Why would they do such a thing?"
Mewtwo was hesitant before speaking. "That journal… is no ordinary journal," he started.
"What do you mean?" Roy asked.
"It works with the power of memory," Mewtwo said.
"Power of memory?" Roy said. Mewtwo nodded gravely.
"It keeps my memories in it, from today to my first awakening years ago." He said. "With its power along with my own, anything written in it is my fate. In the wrong hands, someone can use my power for their own ends whether it's destruction or some other evil." A chill settled upon them as they heard. "I always knew that it should have been destroyed."
"Wouldn't destroying it also destroy your memory?" Snake asked.
"That, I do not know." Mewtwo answered. "However, if it did, it would be better for my memories to be gone than to have destruction brought on this world by my hand. I would never want that kind of memory, knowing that the people of this world suffered because of me. I was so alone before, before I found this place. You people aren't like many of the others I've come across, you accept me for who I am and treat me as one of your own."
"Of course we do," Zelda said, touched. "You deserve to live and enjoy life as much as any of us do. Memories are meant to be treasured, we learn from the bleak and we cherish the joyful." A warm smile tugged at Mewtwo's mouth as his expression softened.
"Thank you, Zelda," Mewtwo said. "Your kind words remind me of something like a long lost memory in the deepest depths of my mind. Something different, yet, so familiar, always eluding me." Zelda smiled.
"But," Roy started, "who could have taken your book?" Mewtwo's smile faded.
"Who else would have a grudge enough to destroy this world?" he said. Zelda and Snake were the first ones to pick up on it.
"You don't mean…" Zelda started.
"But, how…?" Snake said.
"Who?" Roy asked Zelda, sounding the same expression Link had on his face.
"Tabuu," Mewtwo answered for Zelda. "He has somehow come back to take revenge on this world." Roy and Link were taken aback.