Jimmy teleported himself all the way to the nearest city. Since he and his father were basically hermits, like most Meditite and Medicham, the boy had had little to no experience with small towns, much less large cities.
He appeared in the middle of a busy street, nearly being hit by a passing vehicle. He quickly jumped to the sidewalk and approached the first Pokémon he saw. Jimmy started blabbing about a creature attacking and doing something to his father, but the Pokémon thought he was insane and dismissed him as such. The same thing happened with the second and third Pokémon Jimmy spoke to. The boy was growing more desperate by the second. He eventually started screaming at the top of his lungs, recounting his story for everyone to hear. When he realized nobody was paying attention, he broke down into tears. Will and Amber happened to be passing by and heard him, yet Amber just kept on walking, as she was still angry at Blake. Will, on the other hand, hovered over to the weeping Pokémon and tapped his shoulder. Jimmy felt the icy horn and jumped, immediately adopting a battle stance.
"Calm down." Will said. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"W-Who are you?"
"My name's William. What's yours?"
"I-I'm Jimmy." Jimmy sobbed.
"Why were you crying earlier?" Will asked as Amber approached the duo. "We heard you scream, but we couldn't understand anything you were saying."
"M-My dad was... H-He was... Something attacked him, a-and... I tried to help him, but..."
Jimmy couldn't keep a thought in his head for more than the time it took him to utter a few words related to it. To him, everything seemed to be going at a much slower rate than usual; almost as if the world around him was standing still. He wanted to speak at a normal pace, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins wouldn't let him. He started to hyperventilate, so Will tried to calm him down further.
"Deep breaths, Jimmy. Calm down. You need to tell us what happened so that we can help you."
Jimmy couldn't hear Will over his own heavy breathing. Amber rolled her eyes, tapping Will's shoulder.
"Whoever this kid is, he's obviously beyond reason. Let's just go."
"You wanna just leave him here?"
"I... No."
"Let's take him somewhere safe, like the park or whatever. Stay with him until he calms down."
"Will..."
"He could be in real trouble. Meditite don't usually show up here. They prefer to stay in forests and mountains and stuff like that. He said something about his dad; that he was attacked. We've gotta help him."
Amber tried desperately to figure out what to do, yet her mind kept going back to Blake's refusal to tell her the truth and the reason behind it. Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.
"Maybe Max can help."
"Max?"
"Sure. He can manipulate aura, right? Maybe he can calm this kid down, or at least talk to him or something."
"I don't think aura works that way..."
"What do you suggest then? Do you know any psychics? They're either hermits or basically live in their labs."
"Alright... Do you know where Max lives?"
"Of course not! Today was the second time I met him."
"We could... take him to Blake."
Amber's eyes widened at the mere mention of Blake. She clenched her fists reflexively; an action Will noticed but ignored for Jimmy's sake.
"He is Max's friend, right? He probably knows where Max lives."
"I know..."
"Should we go then?"
"...Fine. Come on, kid."
Jimmy didn't really know what to do or say. He was so scared that he simply went along with Will and Amber.
When the trio arrived at Blake's house, he wasn't there.
"Where do you think they went?"
"Maybe... they went to get something to eat? It is past lunchtime."
"How are we supposed to find them? The city's a big place."
"What's the closest place to the training building?"
"Um... I think it's a block away from there."
"Let's go then."
As soon as the Pokémon arrived at the restaurant, Blake and Max were already leaving contentedly. Max happened to look at where the other three Pokémon were, immediately recognizing Amber.
"Say, isn't that Amber?"
"What? Where?"
"Over there."
Blake looked to where Max was pointing and realized that he was right. Will, Amber, and Jimmy quickly approached the duo and introduced Jimmy to them, though Jimmy wouldn't speak.
"It's OK, Jimmy." Amber said reassuringly. "You can trust them."
"I-I... Uh... Ah... I... M-My dad..."
Jimmy had never been around so many strangers at once. He panicked. His heart began to pump erratically, his breathing went out of control, and he could even feel like he was about to teleport involuntarily.
"Mr. Max, this isn't working." Will said. "We need you to help."
"What can I do?"
"Can't you just... I dunno, feel his aura or something and read his mind?"
"I... don't know. I've never tried something like that before."
"You don't know? Didn't you go to, like... aura school or something?"
Blake, Max, and Amber traded looks. Max sighed at Will's ignorant statement, yet still answered his question.
"Look... there's a lot they don't teach you at 'aura school', and this is one of those things. They said it was forbidden. Something about lack of control..."
"Then what are we supposed to do? We need to talk to him, and he's freaking out."
"We could just wait a while before trying to probe his mind, you know."
"How long? He said his dad's in trouble, and you know psychics don't usually leave their labs or mountains, so the fact that he's here means it's big, at least to him."
Max turned to Jimmy, getting on one knee to lower himself to the boy's eye level so as to appear smaller and less frightening.
"Jimmy, please tell me what happened."
"I-I, um... I was out with m-my dad..."
"What else?"
"Th-There was this..."
Jimmy's speech became incomprehensible from that point on. He mumbled for nearly a full minute before shutting down completely. Everyone but Max started arguing loudly about what to do. To everyone else, they looked like lunatics yelling in the middle of the street. Only Max was entirely focused on Jimmy. He desperately wanted to help the boy. Seeing Jimmy curl up into a ball and cover his ears with his hands, Max knew what he had to do.
"This isn't working..." Max thought. "I gotta try."
Finally, Max placed one hand on the young Pokémon's forehead. Jimmy was scared, but he didn't move. Max closed his eyes and tried talking to the boy without speaking. Unsurprisingly for Max, it didn't work. The other Pokémon were still arguing amongst themselves, and hadn't even noticed what Max was doing. He tried creating a link between himself and the boy again, this time by focusing on his aura. Like Max, Jimmy – or at least Medicham in general – could manipulate aura. They shared an affinity for it, so a link should be possible, even if they weren't the same species.
Max eventually succeeded, although he could feel his control over the link was weak. Time stood still for the two, except their thoughts, which kept racing and flowed from one to the other. Jimmy became even more frightened at the sudden intrusion of his mind. He tried erecting psychic barriers to guard himself from mind control, but Max quelled his fears.
"Calm down, Jimmy. I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you, but, first, you need to tell me what happened."
Jimmy tried opening his mouth to speak, yet he couldn't. His entire body was frozen in place. His eyes wouldn't move, he couldn't blink; he couldn't even breathe, yet he didn't feel like he was suffocating.
"Don't try to move, Jimmy. You can't do that right now. Calm down. Just think, and I will listen."
While Max was speaking to Jimmy, the boy sensed his good nature. Before, with his brain overstimulated, he had been unable to use his psychic powers willingly. Now, however, with nothing but Max's mind, he could finally see what he had been unable to. Jimmy did as Max asked; soon enough, thoughts, images, memories, and feelings began to flow from the boy's mind to Max's.
"My name is James. I am 13 years old. I was born a Meditite. My father's called Matthew. He is 36 years old. He is a Medicham. My mother was... killed in a freak accident three years ago."
Jimmy's emotions began to cloud Max's mind and weaken his control over the link further, so he decided to change the subject slightly, even though that would probably have the same outcome, if not a worse one.
"Tell me more about your father. What happened to him?"
"We were out hiking, like we always are. We were looking for berries and stuff like that to eat. Then... it appeared. It crashed from above. We saw a burning trail, like a meteor, then some kind of explosion of light which only seemed to speed it up even more. Then it crashed. We heard a loud boom sound and felt the air push everything back. My dad... My dad told me to wait while he checked out whatever had made all that. When I got there... there was... something... attacking him... It was taking over his mind; I could feel it... I just wanted to help my dad..."
"What did you do?"
"I... I pierced into the creature's mind and probed its thoughts. I felt its pain, anger, betrayal... The negative emotions had no end in sight. It believes itself to be superior to us, who it calls 'Pokémon'."
"I see..."
"There was something else..."
"What?"
"The creature's name... Mewtwo."
At the mere mention of the creature's name, the emotions that streamed from Jimmy's brain became stronger than before. These weren't just his thoughts, memories, emotions, and experiences; they were also Mewtwo's. The link's strength increased exponentially, to the point where Max felt that, if he proceeded any further, his mind would effectively merge with Jimmy's – as well as the small piece of Mewtwo's that was stuck in the boy's mind – forcing Max to break the link entirely.
Back in real time, Max dropped to his knees, panting from exhaustion, while Jimmy passed out entirely.
"What did you do to him?!" Amber yelled in anger and concern while she grabbed Jimmy.
"He... He's OK." Max panted. "He's just tired. He'll wake up in a few hours."
"You OK, bro?" Blake said as he helped Max get back on his feet.
"I... I saw what he saw. I felt what he felt... What it felt. At least while it was connected to Jimmy."
Max tried standing on his own, but he nearly collapsed. If it hadn't been for Blake's lightning reflexes, he would've dropped to the ground entirely.
"'It'? What's 'it'?"
"The thing that attacked Jimmy's father. Its name is Mewtwo."
"What kind of stupid name is that?"
"I don't know... But it's more powerful than any of us."
"You mean like... the four of us, or...?"
"I mean more powerful than anyone or anything on this planet."
The conscious Pokémon all stared at Max for several seconds questioningly. He seemed very certain of what he had just said, and the fear in his eyes was directly proportional to the gravity of what he had just said. After everyone accepted Max's statement, Will finally broke the tense silence.
"We've gotta tell someone about this."
"Tell who?" Amber asked. "All we've got is Jimmy. He's a good kid, but that won't prove anything."
"I can show them." Max said. "I can show them, like Jimmy showed me."
"How? Connect Jimmy to them? He passed out just from being connected to you, and I can tell you're exhausted, so you won't be able to do it either."
"We just need someone to believe us, like Will said. We have to tell this to the police."
"And what are they supposed to do? Didn't you just say it was stronger than anything on this planet?"
"By themselves, yes. Together, though... we can win. It's powerful, but it can't win against even a small-sized, well-trained army."
"You want to tell the cops to raise an army to stop Mewtwo?"
"Small one." Max spat reassuringly and jokingly.
"This is no time for jokes, Mr. Max. I'm not sure they even have that many officers. It's not like crime is a big deal here."
"I know... I'm not joking because I think it's funny. I'm just... very nervous."
Blake knew that "nervous" was just Max's euphemism for "scared shitless". However, he let Will and Amber believe it, since he knew they wouldn't ask questions about it.
Before Amber agreed to the idea of going to the police for help, she had one last thing on her mind.
"Do you think the four of us can beat Mewtwo?"
"I..."
Max could tell that this wasn't about Mewtwo at all, but about Amber's pride. If he told her what she wanted to hear, she might try to take on Mewtwo by herself and would either die or be captured. If he said no, he'd have a Pokémon about twice his size angry at him. If he had been well-rested, he could've easily taken her, but, at his current state, he wasn't so sure. Max decided to tell her the truth, for her own sake.
"No. I don't think we can. Mewtwo is powerful beyond anything I've seen."
Despite what Max had thought, Amber took his advice seriously. She dropped the issue and instead focused on Jimmy.
"What do we do about him?"
Blake and Max glanced at each other. They knew what the other was thinking and coordinated themselves without saying a word.
"First let's go to the police." Blake said. "Then we'll decide. Can you carry him?"
Amber sighed wearily, picking up Jimmy into her large arms.
"I'm sure I can carry someone as small as him without much trouble."
"OK... Let's go then. Come on, bro."
Max pretended to be slightly weaker than he really was so he and Blake could stay a few feet behind the other three Pokémon and speak freely.
"You know what we've gotta do, right?" Max said.
"Of course. Why do you think I said we should go to the police? There's no way they'll believe us... But... you did say even the four of us couldn't take on Mewtwo. How are we supposed to?"
"We're not gonna challenge Mewtwo. It'd rip us apart in a second. We're just going to check it out."
"Check what out?"
"The crash site."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"We're just gonna have a quick look. It's not like Mewtwo will be there, waiting for us. It has no idea we're coming. It probably left that area a long time ago."
"Well, at least that's better than what I thought you wanted to do..."
"Guys, let's try to pick up the pace, alright?" Amber said loudly.
"Alright!" the duo replied.
The five Pokémon arrived at the police station after about five minutes of walking. Everyone along the way gave them weird looks, due to Amber carrying an unconscious Meditite and Blake helping Max with walking, even though he didn't seem to be injured in any way.
They approached the front desk, being greeted by an overly excited Smeargle.
"Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello! Hello!"
"Did he just say hello to all five of us one at a time?" everyone thought.
"My name's Sam. How may I help you?"
"Um..." Amber said awkwardly. "We found this kid, and-"
"You want us to try to find his parents?"
"That's the thing..." Max explained. "We know his mother is... well... dead."
"Oh..."
"But his dad is alive, or at least he was the last time they saw each other." Amber added.
"What do you mean?"
Amber explained the situation to the Smeargle, who used his tail to take notes as his face and demeanor quickly changed to reflect his increasingly serious mood. After the explanation, he told the group to wait, going deeper into the precinct.
"What do you think he's gonna do?" Will asked.
"Probably just talking to one of his superiors." Blake deduced.
Blake was right. A few seconds later, Sam re-appeared, followed by a large Machamp wearing several badges on his chest and with an unhappy look on his face. The Machamp outpaced Sam and quickly approached the group, startling all of them.
"What the fuck?" Max thought. "Are we gonna get attacked?"
Blake had the same idea as Max and clenched his fists in preparation for a fight. However, Sam ran toward them and explained the situation.
"Hey, guys. This is the chief."
"Call me Adam. I hear you found a kid and want to drop him off here?"
"What?! No!" Amber yelled.
"Um... We just need you to find his dad." Will explained.
"I see... How do you know he's even missing?"
"Well, Jimmy told us." Amber replied.
"...He seems to be unconscious. Did you hurt him?"
"He's just tired." Amber retorted.
In response, Adam poked Jimmy's cheek several times before Amber pulled him away.
"You OK, kid? ...He's not waking up."
"That's because he's tired."
Amber didn't like Adam's attitude one bit. Her feelings were blatantly obvious to everyone around them, including Sam, though the police chief just disregarded them as civilian paranoia. He knew he had an abrasive personality and appearance. Just about everyone feared him. He was just trying to do his job the best way he knew how, though. He often second-guessed himself regarding the way he dealt with people, but always concluded that his way worked best.
"Hm... Well, where was his father the last time the kid saw him?"
"He was in the mountains, but there's something else... Jimmy believes his father was... mind-controlled by some kind of creature."
"A creature? All psychics are sentient, as far as we know. And don't start giving me shit about ghosts. There's no such thing."
"Right... Thing is, this creature didn't... come from here."
"Oh? Pray tell – where did it come from?"
"Um... Outer space?"
Sam's eyes widened. He had always suspected there was life on other planets, but almost no one payed much attention to his ideas. The police chief was constantly squinting his eyes while his mouth twitched involuntarily, before bursting out laughing.
"Come on, aliens? Is this a prank? Are there cameras here? Because you should know I have better things to do than entertain the public. My job is to protect them."
"And we're telling you, right now, that the public is in danger. Jimmy felt the creature's power. It's more powerful than anything and anyone on this planet."
"And how would a little kid know that? It's not like he's met many people."
"Well, it's what Max concluded."
"I thought the kid's the one who had seen this creat- What's it even called, anyway?"
"Max linked his mind with Jimmy's somehow. And its name is Mewtwo."
Adam burst out laughing again.
"That is, quite possibly, the single dumbest name I've ever heard. Look, let me give you a little tip: if you want to convince us of stuff like this, at least make it believable."
"We can show you!"
"How?"
"If you'll just allow Max to link minds with you, may-"
"I can't do that, Amber. You have no idea how exhausting that was."
"It'll just be for a few seconds, Max. If you don't try, who knows what-"
"I'm not 'linking minds' with anyone." Adam interrupted angrily. "My mind is my own, and I don't know you people. Now get out of here."
Adam turned around, headed back to his office. The group couldn't believe it. Amber wanted to challenge him to a fistfight and show him that they were serious, but there was no need. Sam hesitantly spoke up for them.
"U-Um... Sir?"
"Yes, Samuel?" Adam sighed angrily as he turned around.
"I-I... I believe them."
Amber smiled. Perhaps there was still hope. Her hopes were short-lived, however, as Adam burst out laughing again.
"Really? Then maybe you'd like to check it out, Samuel."
"M-Me? No, no; I-I'm just a receptionist. I don't do that sort of thing."
"You're a cop. Start acting like one and go check it out."
"B-But, sir-!"
"That's final. Now go."
Adam finally left their sight, leaving Sam shocked and terrified. Will approached him, trying to comfort the officer.
"Is he always like that?"
"H-He... He doesn't... I have to check it out."
Sam grabbed his backpack, which had a few devices that would help him find his way to the precise place in the forest he needed to go and back, and headed for the door. Will floated after him, stopping him just before he left the precinct.
"Sam, he can't make you do that. Let us come with you."
"He knows what he's doing; trust me. The chief may seem like a bully, but he wouldn't send me out there unless he was sure there was no danger."
"But we know there is danger. You know it too. Whatever took Matt could still be out there."
"That's why I have to go. I intend to prove him wrong."
Without saying another word or giving Will the chance to retort, Sam finally left. While Amber stared at Will, Blake and Max glanced at each other and nodded.
"Say, Amber... Since Sam is going to check it out, why don't you take Jimmy to your house and take care of him? I'll take Max home so he can rest too."
"Are you sure? Sam doesn't really seem all that strong. If Mewtwo is as strong as Max said, he's screwed."
"I doubt he'll find anything. He forgot to ask for directions."
"What if he gets lost?"
"He had a GPS in his backpack. He'll be fine."
"Alright... Let's go, Will."
Will and Amber said their goodbyes, while Blake and Max reciprocated before heading home. Once the others were out of sight, Max stood on his own.
"You sure you're well enough to stand?"
"Relax. I'm OK. I'd be more worried about Sam. If he doesn't make a beeline for the crash site, he might actually run into Mewtwo."
"What do we do? We don't know where he's going."
"Then again, he might not find anything at all... I mean, the forest is a big place, and Mewtwo might not even be there anymore."
"And you wanna just... bet his life on that?"
"I doubt Mewtwo would kill him. He's not a threat."
"Let's just go and check it out anyway. We can still catch him if we hurry."
"I-I think he'll be fine. We should wait."
Blake knew Max better than anyone, yet this behavior was irrational and an aberration. Max had never been one to leave others in harm's way.
"Are you scared?"
"What? Why would you say that?"
"Because I know you. You told Amber you were nervous when you started joking about telling the cops to raise a 'small' army."
"So?"
"You were scared."
"That's not-"
"You were scared then, and you're scared now. Just admit it."
"I'm not scared. Sam will be fine. Let's just go. I need to rest."
"Alright..." Blake conceded.
Blake's fears for Sam's well-being turned out to be justified. After wandering around aimlessly for several hours, Sam found the path of destruction, which everyone else had forgotten about. Following it, he managed to find the place where Mewtwo had crash-landed on their world.
"Ha! I knew it! The chief was wrong! I'll just take a picture to prove it... Better get closer, though."
As soon as Sam approached the crater beyond a certain point, Mewtwo sent its new puppet, Matt, to kill him. Matt attacked without hesitation or regard for either of their safeties, and in complete silence. He threw a single aura-charged punch, blowing Sam back until he fell on the collapsed trees. Sam spit out some blood, but quickly regained his composure, tossing his backpack away in order to fight without being hindered by its weight.
"Are you Matt?" Sam asked.
Matt hesitated for a second upon hearing his own name from someone he had never seen. However, Mewtwo quickly tightened its grip on the Medicham's mind and forced him to resume attacking. Sam defended himself as best as he could, but he was considerably lacking in both speed and power. The only chance he had was his ability to copy any and all attacks. As soon as Matt threw a punch that was unusually strong, even if he got hit, Sam copied it and quickly returned it, albeit in a less powerful form. He eventually tried copying every move he could, even if it was weaker than average, as even weak punches from Matt were still en par with Sam's own. Matt quickly resorted to turning invisible and attacking from any direction, then jumping over his opponent before he could react. Sam also tried turning invisible, although it took several tries to get it right. Eventually, however, Sam succumbed to his much stronger and faster opponent. As he lain on the ground, with Matt preparing a final blow, he pleaded for his attacker to stop.
"Matt, I'm here to help you. Your son is looking for you."
"M-My son?"
Matt's eyes, which had been glowing a very light shade of blue before, slowly returned to their regular black. Sam finally realized that Matt was not acting of his own free will.
"Yes, your son. Little Jimmy? He's safe. I want to take you to him, if you'll let me."
Matt stopped dead in his tracks. He could hear Mewtwo's voice in the back of his head, yelling at him, ordering him to finish the job. He felt himself beginning to lose control again. Before he lost it entirely, Matt convinced Mewtwo that it would be best to keep Sam alive. He told it that Sam was a cop, and that the police could then be turned to Mewtwo's side. Mewtwo hesitated, then teleported in front of Sam.
"Y-You're... Mewtwo..."
"Yes I am. And you are a Smeargle, are you not?" Mewtwo asked, prompting Sam to nod. "A pitiful species. You have no power of your own, so you copy what others can do. Poorly so. Very poorly." it added with disdain.
"And what power do you have?"
Mewtwo grinned evilly and chuckled.
"All of it." Mewtwo replied in a deep voice while making its eyes glow purple.
Mewtwo's sudden change in voice and appearance scared Sam more than his current situation. He ignored that fear, though, and decided to try to get more information before trying to escape.
"What do you want?"
"I want your world. I intend on conquering it and getting my revenge on those that betrayed me, starting with humans."
"Humans?"
"On another world, humans enslaved ou- your kind – Pokémon. They call you pets and force you to do battle against one another."
"Why 'Pokémon'?"
"It is a reference to the means by which they enslave you. You are Pocket Monsters. Nothing more than beasts of burden to be captured and brainwashed into loving your 'masters'. They place you inside tiny spheres that can fit in their pockets, and carry you around until they decide to use your power for themselves."
"Why do they do that?"
"Who knows? Humans don't explain themselves to you. You are deemed to be... inferior. I aim to prove them wrong."
Sam wasn't so sure about Mewtwo's moral status anymore. If what it was saying was true, its rage was justified. Although it had avoided lumping itself and other Pokémon together, Sam could tell Mewtwo was one of them.
Having regained his strength somewhat, Sam decided to ask one last question before trying to escape and tell his boss everything.
"What do you want to do with them? The humans, I mean?"
"Starting to see things my way, I see... Very well. I intend on wiping their planet from existence. Nothing will be left but space debris."
"What about all the... the Pokémon?"
"They're better off dead than being enslaved by the humans."
"You'd wipe out an entire planet of your own kind?"
"You are not my kind. I am beyond you."
Sam's doubts disappeared at Mewtwo's statements. Its disregard for any life but its own was clear.
Sam finally decided to make his move. He turned invisible and ran, leaving his backpack behind, yet Mewtwo simply levitated everything – the collapsed trees, broken rocks, dust, and even the ground – around itself for several feet. Sam was caught in the psychic bubble, quickly turning visible before attempting some ranged attacks. The attacks were easily deflected by Matt, however, whose eyes were once again glowing light blue.
"What did you do to him?" Sam asked angrily.
"This creature? He had the honor of being my first convert. His mind is mine to do as I please, and, with it, his body. He was a tough one to crack, due to his psychic powers, but I always get what I want."
"That's why... he hesitated. You don't fully control him, do you?"
"Of course I do. Watch. Matt, punch the ground as hard as you can."
Matt immediately did as Mewtwo commanded, cracking the ground and creating a small, fist-sized hole.
"Like I said, he was tough to crack, but he's mine now... I'm betting you won't put up much of a fight, though."
"M-Me?"
"Yes... You are a police officer, are you not?"
"H-How..."
"Your uniform. Matt recognized it and told me what it meant... I could use a servant in the police..."
"No! Stay away!" Sam said as he struggled against Mewtwo's telekinetic iron grip.
"Too late."
Mewtwo quickly entered Sam's mind, probing it avidly, searching for anything that might be important to it. It found memories of Matt's son, as well as Blake, Max, Will, and Amber, though the officer didn't know half of their names or their abilities. It also found a map of the city Sam resided in and information on Adam and other police officers.
"This creature is proving to be most useful." Mewtwo thought. "The pink one barely knew which way was up. Damned hermits... All he was good for was fighting."
Once Mewtwo felt confident it had extracted every bit of relevant information from Sam's head, Mewtwo finally took over entirely. Sam's consciousness slowly melted away while he struggled, until there was nothing left but Mewtwo's will. At that point, Sam stopped moving, exhaling calmly. Mewtwo gently placed him on the ground.
"Now... What is your mission?"
"To serve Mewtwo."
"Good. Go back to your city. Tell your captain that you found nothing."
Sam nodded agreeably.
"If those other Pokémon ask, tell them the same thing. And if anyone asks about the wounds, tell them... that you fell down a hill. Now go."
Without saying another word, Sam started making his way back to the police station.
About an hour later, Sam arrived at the city. Once he finally entered the station, he was quickly taken to a hospital, where his wounds were taken care of. Adam was there, along with several more officers, and, although Sam's wounds weren't fatal, Adam was regretting having sent Sam on his own into the forest.
"Sam, you OK? Did you find Mew- what you were looking for?"
"I... There was nothing there."
"What about these wounds? They're pretty serious."
"I fell... down a hill."
"What? You fell down a hill and fractured a rib? How did that happen?"
"...I'd really like to be alone now. Please leave."
"S-Sure... Come on; let's give him some room."
As soon as the officers left Sam's hospital room, Mewtwo contacted him telepathically.
"Good job, Sam... Remember, report back regularly. I want to know what's going on in there. Also... send me some scientists. I have much to do."