Random Mewtwo dribble...

Okay... I was bored and decided to write a Mewtwo fanfic. Only Bella is my character. All the pokemon belong to the original creator. And so do most of the concepts. Here you go:


"Hallelujah, Halle-lu-uuu-jah..."

    The youngling sang softly to the pokemon, picking Pecha berries as she went. Her faithful Growlithe, Hairy Jack, followed at her heels. At least he appeared to. He had died months before, now only the little one could see him. Jack looked up suddenly and disappeared, as he often would. The young one took no notice...

    The was a sudden crash that rang through the woods like gunfire. The girl stopped singing at once, set down her basket, and ran. But, brave girl that she was, instead of running away, she ran head-long toward the crash. Jack had yet to return, which did not bode well.

    She felt the thorns and branches cut at her skin, but she noticed nothing. She was worried for the pokemon of the forest. Had a trainer attacked Celebi, or some other? Had Orvil crashed? She spurred herself to move faster. To save whatever creature was in trouble.

    She stopped at a clearing. The canopy had been torn to shreds by what had landed there. What could have done this? There was blood on the grass which made the little one stop dead. She hesitated, then followed the crimson trail to a shaded spot, in the shadow of the trees.

    There lie a pokemon the youngling had never seen before. Not in these woods. Not even in the books she'd read. It was painted in shades of gray, as though the blood has ran out of it. Blood poured from its strong flank. Its tail lie shaking, limp upon the ground. It was attempting to push itself up on its skeletal arms. It finally gave in, its arms folded, and it coughed blood onto the grass.

    The little girl stepped on a branch as she started forward. The creature's head shot straight up and the girl was slammed into a tree. She touched the back of her head, feeling pain beyond reason. Standing shakily, she started toward the thing once more... It's psychic?

    "Are you hurt?" This time she kept her distance.

    If you're going to capture me, do it NOW. If not, kill me and be done with it!

    "You can-"

    Yes. I can...

    This made no sense. Pokemon can't talk... "Why would I want to capture you?"

    Why wouldn't you?

    She took a step closer. The pokemon made to edge away, but folded once more. She touched the pokemon's head, running her fingers through its blood matted fur. It, no, he flinched away from the little girl hand, almost as though her very touch caused his pain.

    Just kill me and be done with it! the creature demanded.

    "Why would I kill you? You've every right to life, as I do."

    The creature chuckled softly. I have no right to life in THEY'RE eyes...

    The little on sat beside the skeletal being, and softly lay his head upon her lap. His eyes widened at once. He looked up at the little girl, a mixture of fear and thanks upon his face. "It's alright, I'm Bella. Now, Who are you? And who're they?"

    Bella... He pause for a moment. I am Mewtwo. And they are-

    The bushes rustle. Mewtwo froze. RUN NOW!!!

    He tried to push the little one away. "What's wrong-"

    Shouts filled her ears. A shot was fired and the girl felt no more.

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    No... I felt numb. I was cut off from the world completely. Bella... I reached to touch her limp body. It was cold. So very cold. No. No no no no no.

    "Son of a-! We missed!" The men's shouts meant nothing. They were nothing.

    "Well at least now we've got a clear shot!" My body began to tremble as they aimed their guns at me. I felt my power rush back to me. And I was about to use it.

    Hello, humans. I said as I stood. They all looked surprised. And afraid. They're hands were shaking. Good. I took a step towards them.

    "Halt! Stay where you are, or we'll open fire!" So I remained still. As though I were afraid of them. For a moment, all was silent.

    Do you know this little girl? I waved my hand at Bella. She was kind enough to help me... The men understood where this was going and were ready to fire. And, thanks to you, she's DEAD.

    My rage showed through in my last statement. A command was given and they fired. I laughed. Stopped the bullets all at once. Most dropped their guns right then. I turned to their captain and the gun was retched from his hands.

    Tell me, Captain. What will happen if I pull this trigger? In the midair, the gun turned to face him. I found myself smiling, like the malicious creature I once was. He took it full in the face. The others ran like rabbits.

    The woods were silent once more. But, they would never be the same. I picked the little girl up, and went to lay her by her Pecha tree. I didn't shed a tear. Not one. I left without a word. As I flew, I remember the song Bella had sang...

    It's a cold, and it's broken Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Halle-lu-uuu-jah...