THE MEWTWO CHRONICLES: PART 2
CHAPTER 12: BLOOD
A violet creature sped over the city, looking over alleyways and the darker parts of the city. Most humans would be in bed at this hour, but Mewtwo knew that there were some that didn't. Gangsters, troublemakers, it did not matter what you were to call them; they still were a threat. A threat he planned to get rid of. Besides, what else was he to do? Down below he heard a shout for help. Looking below he saw a young man running quickly from the store named Precious Gems with a bag full of, what Mewtwo would guess, money and jewels. He shook his head in exasperation. Why couldn't humans like this just get a job and buy the jewelry like decent people? No matter. Silently he followed behind the man. As the guy turned down the dark alley Mewtwo landed behind him. Hearing the small noise, the man turned around. Fear came into his eyes.
"You're...you're the Moonwalker pokémon! Jeez! I thought that was just little kids' tale! What the hell!" he yelled.
(Why do you humans always say 'what the hell' when you see me? As far as I know there is no hell except for the one people like you make. Now, are you going to struggle or must I knock you out?) He said. This was usual and the result of watching to many human shows. Sad really.
"You won't catch me if I run!"
(Why in the world do humans run? I'll just catch them anyways…) he thought to himself.
Using his psychic powers, he caught the human in a strange blue light. The human, obviously surprised, started to shout. Mewtwo immediately silenced him by knocking him out. Floating above the shop he let the bag drop to the owner who was still yelling for help. The owner looked up in awe, but not in time to see the two floating ever closer to the Police Station.
Meanwhile the cops had gotten a call and headed over to the shop. When they saw that the stolen items had been returned they quickly headed back to the station. As many had predicted the crook was there, unable to move, and clueless to how he got there. This had been happening for about a month and they were quickly getting used to it. It made their jobs much easier and many silently thanked the mystery person who continued to help them. It was a proven fact that the city had been more crime free in the last month then the last decade. No one saw, as they dragged the man along to a cell, the pokémon flying from the scene. His work today, was done…
Mewtwo mused to himself the thought that in years past he would have never thought of helping humans. But now that was indeed the case. He landed soundlessly in the alleyway he had placed his bag of fruits hours ago. Mewtwo looked to the horizon and began to notice a dim light that was clearly the rising sun. He had to head home now.
As he turned to leave he heard a faint 'meow' coming from behind him. Turning back he saw an Umbreon walking towards him. This was strange since an Umbreon needed a trainer to evolve from an Eevee and Mewtwo sensed no humans terribly close by. But if it was wild then it would be going to sleep right now. This Umbreon fit nether category. Kneeling down he asked it a question:
(Hello. What are you doing here?)
Suddenly, the Umbreon charged at him, using an array of Dark attacks. Confused by this sudden assault Mewtwo tried to counter it with his own set of attacks, but with no success. He had never encountered a Dark pokémon before but had heard of them. He knew that they were immune to his psychic attacks and quickly changed his tactics. With his kicking and punching he began to see that the battle was going to his favor. But these Dark attacks were taking their toll on him. Finally, he knocked the creature out.
Breathing hard he clutched his head, where a growing headache was forming. Then, he felt a sting on the back of his neck, and all went black.
He had been hit on the neck with a tranquilizer dart. The owner of that dart frowned at the sight of his prized Umbreon on the ground. Quickly calling back his pokémon he turned to the man beside him.
"How long will that keep it out?"
"A few hours. Quite astounding that it defeated your Dark pokémon, seeing as its most likely psychic. Tell me again why you aren't going to catch it. I've heard it's been causing quite a bit of trouble for our thugs. It even purged their memories afterwards."
"Because, we can enhance the power of this creature by cloning it and change it any way we please. Our technology can do that. You're the scientist; you should know that by now. I've told you plenty of times. Besides, what's the use having a resisting pokémon? As for the problems…we don't need trainers who were beat by a pokémon."
"I see. Well, let's get this over with. Before it wakes up."
He walked over to Mewtwo and kneeled down. He was awed then by how beautiful this creature was. A triumph of nature. He stuck a needle into the creature's thigh and drew some blood. Placing it into a vial he grabbed another needle out of his pocket and injected a strange liquid into the creature's body. This would create an amnesia affect that would erase all memory of the fight and them if it happened to wake up sooner then they realized. He rubbed a salve on where the needle had pierced the skin, and almost instantly, it healed.
Returning to his boss's side he handed him the vial. The man held it to his eyes then looked at the creature. He saw no evidence that they had been there. The creature would have no clue when it awoke. He smirked and turned to his assistant.
"Let's go. Our work here is done."
As they turned around the corner, a helicopter came into view. As they boarded it lifted and the boss looked to the pilot.
"Back to head-quarters pronto. Waste no time."
As the helicopter flew from the city the dim light of the rising sun shone on its side. The two T's shown on it were a feared sign for anyone who knew what it meant. Team Terror had been there…
When Mewtwo awoke he had a slight headache but other than that he was fine.
He wondered vaguely how he had gotten unconscious but the rising sun broke through his thoughts. He had to get home! Quickly, he flew to his home, not suspecting a thing.