Mewtwo has never been gone for that length of time before. The scientists were furious when the Pokemon returned and quickly sedated them. Plans would have to be accelerated.
There was no telling how long it was before they woke up. But when they did something was obviously wrong. The young experiment was wearing something all over that was painful and kept them from moving.
One of the scientists suddenly spoke. Giving out some order Mewtwo didn’t understand. Whatever it was they were wearing however somehow did and started to move their body. It hurt worse than anything the small clone has ever felt.
Mewtwo tried to cry out for help, do anything to get this thing off, get away from here. But their body just didn’t listen. Unknown to everyone in the room however. This armor, as the scientists called it, was taking their mental cries and amplifying them, carrying them to who the Pokemon wanted most in that moment.
All the way back in Unova, the former champion held her head as she ‘heard’ the little one’s cries for help. She immediately went to change into her trainer gear, pulling on her old hat to keep her headphones from falling off in-flight.
She glanced out the window as dark clouds formed, indicating that her ride there would be getting there any moment. Rebecca pulled on a pair of socks and boots and ran outside, Zeke pulled her straight onto his back before taking off.
“Nothing fancy, got it Zeke?”
A roar was the response as they barreled through the stormy clouds. Rebecca was fighting off nausea, her eyes closed as she tried to respond to the cries.
‘I’m coming, little one! Just hold on for a little longer!’
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