Chapter II: The Awakening
"What do you know about Mewtwo?" Price stated.
I paused, astonished by the question, "Mewtwo?"
"A little Pidgey in your arm tells us you've been talking to a legendary Pokemon known as Mewtwo. Any… Comments on that?" He trailed off.
I frowned, unsure of how to answer. There was something he wanted with Mewtwo, obviously. But from the looks of things his intentions didn't seem to kind.
"Look, I know you're not gonna be one for snitching on your quote-unquote, friends but let me explain something. I honestly don't know your relationship with Mewtwo, but if you two are in any way together I'm telling you now that Mewtwo is evil."
"I don't even know who you're talking about…" I grimaced.
Dominic shrugged, "I'm not saying you do, man. I'm just asking. Heck, I'd ask every little Pokemon out there if it meant getting the answers I need."
I paused, "This Mewtwo guy; how is he evil per se?"
Dominic lounged back in his chair and twined his fingers together, "Mewtwo, you see... there is no one crime pinpointed to him. Let's just say he's done a lot of things any one of us humans would be put in prison for a damn long time."
I gulped, "What? Like murder?"
"Heh… You name it; Murder, theft, assault, battery… Ohh wait… That's kind of the same thing but you get my drift. Mewtwo is not to be trusted. Whatever he's told you, he's using you. All that's gonna happen in the end is him stabbing you in the back, and neither of us want that. So whaddya say? Think you might be able to remember the name Mewtwo, even?"
I hid my bared fangs, unsure of how to respond to this crook. He was trying to charm me, and that's all there was to it.
"No… I can't say I do…" I lied through my teeth.
Dominic's expression showed annoyance as he replied, "Alright… But whenever you lose that short term memory loss of yours just give me a call. I'll have someone take you and your friends somewhere to chill."
"If you want my help, you'll have to let us all go."
He scowled, "Afraid I can't do that. My boss would kill me if I did such a thing. Plus it would be a lot of paperwork. Just give it a month, unless you're willing to talk that is?"
I remained silent.
He just said he was the CEO, so there's already a little indication I may not be able to trust him. He really needs to get his facts straight.
"Okay, have it your way dude," a grunt entered the door, "Mikey, ya mind taking these three to a private room please? Three beds for each of em, room service, the works."
"Yes, Mister Slater."
"Slater? I thought you said your name was-"
"Ah ah ah!" He shushed me, "I don't tell just anyone my real name. Let's keep that between you and me, eh? Now if you don't mind, Damian, I have a meeting to get to. If you ever need anything just let me know, okay?"
I scowled, "Sure."
And with that, Buniot and Sir Greninja were placed inside of their own Pokeball. I was forced to follow the grunt out the door and into a long hallway. Very similar to that of the Team Plasma base.
As I strolled behind he man, I was shocked to hear the voice of Mewtwo, "Damian, you cannot believe what he tells you. He is a liar… His intentions are only for the worse."
I almost spoke aloud, but I stopped myself, "Look, Mewtwo. I don't know who he is or what he wants but I'm not convinced. You don't have to worry about anything, I promise."
"Thank you, Damian. I have faith in your word. Don't give in to his charm, it's what he's best at. He's going to try and give you everything he possibly can until, he gets what he wants. After that happens, he will deceive you as Lewis did."
I felt a fire build inside as he mentioned Lewis.
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to bring that up."
I sighed, "No, it's cool. You have nothing to worry about, Mewtwo. Any chance I can get out of this place?"
"In a fair fight? Unfortunately no. It appears you will be stuck here until further notice. But don't worry, I have a plan to free you from that prison. But just know that my method will result in a new enemy. If you thought Team Plasma was disgraceful, you'll be surprised by the capabilities of Dominic Price and Team Alpha. Be careful. Now I'm going to end our little talk, because once you enter that room they will be able to detect intense brain activity, usually only caused by telepathy."
I nodded, and as our transmission ended I was escorted inside of an almost luxury hotel room.
Amazed by the site, I asked, "Umm… Is this right?"
"Slater's orders kid. Don't like it, complain to him," replied the grunt.
"No- it's fine," I muttered.
"Beds are in the back, there's a kitchen with any kind of Pokemon food or berries or whatever you need. Water runs through that little sink over there, you get the drill. I'm sure you've stayed in a house before."
The man released Sir Greninja and Buniot from their Pokeballs. As he was prepared to take off, I asked, "Hey, when're they gonna wake up?"
He shrugged and stared at his wristwatch, "Umm… Any minute actually. No more questions, alright? I'm busy."
I scowled, and flinched as he slammed the door behind him.
With a sigh I stared down at the unconscious Sir Greninja and Buniot. It within a few minutes that Sir Greninja slowly began to rise from his slumber.
A smile was brought to my face knowing that he was okay.
"Sir Greninja! You're okay!" I laughed.
He growled as he tried to stand, "Damian… What's going on? Where are we?"
I frowned, knowing the dissatisfaction of my reply, "It's a long story… But we've kind of been caught."
Sir Greninja sighed from what I thought was sorrow, "No… I… I can't believe it. Damian, I'm so sorry…"
"About what, Sir Greninja?"
He clenched his eyes shut, "I promised I wouldn't let this happen… And now... Here we are. I should have let you fight. I knew I couldn't have beaten them alone. I was foolish to think they wouldn't go after you and Buniot. Damian… I cannot help but feel somewhat responsible for this…" He sighed.
I could feel my ears drop down in sympathy, "What are you talking about?"
Sir Greninja gathered his thoughts, "I was a fool, Damian. After catching up to Buniot and knocking you unconscious I did something… Irrational… You see, I had Buniot carry you away while I attempted to fend off the attackers. I never should have forced you to run. I convinced myself with a false pride. I told myself I could beat the group, myself. I was wrong. And now here we are. In a… Prison…?" He trailed off.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"This place… It doesn't look very prison-like. Where are we?"
"Umm… Well we're being smoothed over by this guy from Team Al-" I paused mid sentence, nearly regretting mentioning Team Alpha. If Sir Greninja knew about this he'd flip, but then again I couldn't lie to him.
"Promise me you won't do anything dumb," I ordered.
"You have my word," he replied.
I bit my lip, forcing the words out, "Team Plasma has nothing to do with this. It's someone that… Could be worse than Team Plasma even."
"Don't minimize this, Damian. Tell me everything."
I sighed and blurted, "Team Alpha…"
His eyes widened, "I understand. Thank you for telling me, Damian."
"Thanks for not going berserk," I chuckled.
"At least I know where my vengeance is going to be pressed towards. So why are we here anyways? This doesn't seem like much of a prison."
"Because it's not. These people are just trying to charm us. They're gonna give us everything we want in return for some stuff about—" I whirled around at the camera sensor in the room.
My gaze went back to Sir Greninja, "Some guy named Mewtwo or whatever."
"Hmm…" with a shift of eye movement he noticed the recording device as well. Sir Greninjagave me a confirming nod.
"And from the looks of things we'll be here for a while until we tell the guy, Dominic, everything he wants to know. In the meantime he's gonna charm us. Give us the life of luxury to honeypot us into giving him answers."
"That is until they resort to more aggressive manners. You realize this will only be temporary correct? It won't be long before the people of this organization realize that none of their charm techniques are working and that they'll have no choice but to try something else. Something more… Extreme… Do you understand?" Sir Greninja stated.
I replied with a nod, "Yes, Sir Greninja."
"Good, then perhaps it's time we wait for Buniot to wake up then?"
"Yeah… Wanna train in the meantime?" I asked enthusiastically.
My mentor smiled, "You never cease to amaze me, Damian. We may be limited to how we can train here but why not? You know the drill, no food or drink until you've completed your exercise. And I will admit that the food here does seem to come from human descent. So… Keep that in mind if you decide to give up your efforts for lack of persistence."
I smiled, "I haven't had human food in almost a year. I am soooo not gonna screw this up."
