Chapter 4-Mewtwo
Violet was in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware that she was being carried, into a room. Then placed into a bed. Still in the room. Voices. She was too tired, she was hurt too much to open her eyes. But it got better. She awoke to find herself on a pine bough bed, a jacket draped over her. A blissey wandered into her room and froze. Violet whimpered weakly. The chansy rushed from the room, whispering to someone outside. A tall lavender pokemon entered, one she had never been told about. She was scared, his eyes seemed to stare into her mind. It's amethyst eyes were cold and wary, showing no sign of forgiveness. Violet wanted to run, but she was frozen with fear. She began to speak, her mouth had a mind of it's own.
"Wh-who are y-you?" She murmured softly. The figure did not speak, instead it stepped forward, making Violet scoot backwards a little. She let out a terrified shriek and tried to stand. Her legs weren't working, they weren't strong enough and she fell forwards. The pokemon caught her in it's arms as a voice echoed in her head.
"Do not try to stand human, you are not yet strong enough." His words were clear and sharp, unlike how other pokemon spoke. It was like talking to another person. She squirmed in his arms, she wanted to get away, she was so scared. The thought of people, the thought of what she had lost was almost as bad as being here. She was so weak, so afraid.
"L-let me go!" She shouted, weakly kicking.
"I did not mean to frighten you child, be calm." Violet knew she wasn't strong enough to break his grip, especially in this weakened state. She stopped and gave up, looking into it's face. The ice had melted. They were still wary, but concern and a hint of warmth replaced the ice. He set her back down.
"Sleep child." Violet fell asleep again, though she didn't really want to. While she dreamt, a thought came to her, almost startling her awake. She knew who this stranger was, who this pokemon was. She had learned long ago, when they were little. About the legendary pokemon that were put to sleep. About the tall purple pokemon that could speak human as he was created by people. She grasped at a name, desperate to remember and not slip into her dreams again. Mewtwo. That was his name. Satisfied she rested once more, unaware that she had only remembered with the help of a hand in her mind. Mewtwo had let her remember, had given her his name. At that moment, he was talking to a group of scouts, they had reported human activity nearing their home. He was worried, he had to find away to draw them away. To humans, pokemon lived somewhere in a mountain range. They only thought this because they saw pokemon coming and going from that area. Mewtwo sent his fastest runners and flyers to enter and leave that area to keep his people safe. It was drawing them away that he had made a mistake. A river in that direction proved hard to cross for humans, so they tried to cross through the place where pokemon actually were living. If he could only leave here, he could get rid of them by himself. But he couldn't be seen, to them he was asleep, he was dead. He sighed and sent a few skarmory and garchomp to confuse the humans and send them off his trail.
"Sir, she is awaking again" A voice rang out. He turned to find a small electrike panting behind him. One of the many young messengers that roamed the home delivering mail and warnings.
"You may rest her until you catch your breath, then please return to your base, i've no messages to send." The electrike nodded and Mewtwo hurried to the girl's room, hopefully she wouldn't try to run this time. Violet was ready for him, she was waiting for him by the entry way, a large stick in her hands. He entered and She began to hit him with it. Violet didn't want to stop, she was scared and adrenaline was fueling her actions. She slowed a little when the familiar voice rang out in her head, but she couldn't be stopped, not now.
"Child! Calm yourself, I will not hurt you!" He was shouting her head, causing her to wince.
"No! No no no!" She was screaming when her voice was cut off. She couldn't move or speak, his eyes were glowing and, now that she looked, she was too. Her mind was screaming and fighting for control, but she couldn't move. He stood and walked towards her, showing to her horror, cuts and scrapes were she had hit him. He took the stick and tossed it away, before releasing his control. She fell back, stunned and afraid. He knelt down.
"I told you, I'm not going to hurt you…" His voice was calming, it was so sincere. It brought to mind her parent's voices before...before the ceremony. She began to cry, all of the fear and sadness that had ruled her life since she had run away escaped. She felt Mewtwo wrap his arms around her and for the first time in much too long of a time, she was a kid again. A scared, abandoned little girl. She was Violet Pershan, traitor by blood with the fate of never being accepted.
Except for here. She was safe.