Chapter 7-The Storm
After that day, Mewtwo and introduced her in front of crowds, staying true to his word. They left her alone after he told them to, his word was law. Still, he was anxious about her and checked on her whereabouts mentally. He could ask if she was ok from anywhere in the base and did so often. She was glad for it too. She was still shaken up, the pokemon's hatred for people wasn't something she was new to, but it still shocked her. Arcanine was currently being Violet's escort down a hallway into a room whose brightness amazed her. Reds, blues, yellows and all the colors of the rainbow shined from around the room. Different pokemon were doing different things. Wurmple, caterpie, and spinarak were producing thread. Smeargle were mixing colors and dyeing thread. The room smelt flowery and a little sour, and it was quiet, with a few conversations going on and laughter every now and then. A large milotic slithered up to them.
"Violet, this is milotic, he is in charge of clothing, blankets and decor."
"Decor?"
"Oh right! You haven't seen the library! Very little pokemon can read, so we document event through paintings that are sewn into tapestries here."
"Ello? Ere to clothe?" The milotic murmured, with a voice like was amazed by how beautiful he looked, with his graceful movements. He seemed to be aware of her, but his eyes were staring at her clothes with disgust.
"Yes that would be nice. And if you would be so kind as to stop staring at her."
"O no no! Nothing like that! Just ragged and torn…" Milotic shuddered, but whether it was at Arcanine's icy tone or Violet's torn and dirty clothing, she didn't know. The milotic waved them over, to an area with racks of different thread and cloth.
"Color?"
"I think a purple or blue would go well, what do you think Violet?" A familiar voice echoed. The milotic seemed unfazed by Mewtwo's appearance and simply nodded. He slithered to a rack and after many glances back at her, he picked a purple cloth and went off to a back room. Violet looked up at Mewtwo who was staring off into space. She could sense something wrong, and was worried. He looked at arcanine hurriedly and picked her up.
"Whats going on?"
"There has been a breach in security, I am going to take you to a safe place, ok?" Violet was placed on arcanines back and they were off. They went through corridor after corridor ending up in the main hall, which was bustling with activity. Hundreds of pokemon were hurrying through tunnels deeper into the cave or running to the barracks. Eggs were being carried, children herded, and frantic pokemon were rushing about. Mewtwo gave her a pat on the head and turned to go.
"Violet I have to get ready for the battle, it'll be alright." He paused to say something to arcanine then walked to the center of the room. She was picked up by someone and was carried away, into the crowd. However Violet could see mewtwo standing on a raised platform with ninetails and arcanine by his side. There was a loud roar and a large charizard landed by him. He was covered in large splotches of darker color. She made eye contact for a few seconds before being whisked deeper into the caves, but it that moment, Violet could've sworn that he was looking at her with something more than rage or hate. Something stronger. Violet began to wonder, what would happen to mewtwo? Why was he battling? Violet was scared, wondering if this was her fault. She fell back into her thoughts, letting herself be carried away into safety. The commotion around her became muffled and distorted, like thunder. She was in a sea of strangers. She was in a storm of war.
Hey guys, sorry this chapter is short, Google Drive decided that it hates me and deleted all my work when I checked this morning. I figured you would want a chapter now instead of waiting later.