Chapter one, The full potential

'It's been a month... or a year? Oh, someone, please save me, I didn't do it, I swear!' Emelia thought, as tears rolled down her face. The girl viewed only white, since her prison was just that, soft walls, bright light, completely white. This was a facility where the mentally degraded were kept, or in her case, something they didn't understand, and therefore feared... a twelve year old!

Emelia sat, hungry, alone, a thin, attractive girl, her long, mousy brown hair, and pale tan skin in contrast with her surroundings. Emelia was barefoot, and in light, white clothing, fed little, and only three glasses of water a day. It is like this, a twelve year old girl, treated like a psycho.

'When will this end?' she though miserably, then it happened, a large bang, and dust filled the room for a second...

'A month! I owe her, and I took  a month to prepare' Mewtwo though, disgusted with himself. He stood watching the point of the wall where he detected her faint thought patterns... On the edge of the nearby forest, he was concealed, and with only minutes to wait.

The changing of the guard came, and he struck, using his force to blow open the wall, granting him access to Emelia's cell. Debris scattered and dust filled the air, to his right, he faintly saw her... Mewtwo snatched up the twelve year old, and arm under her knees, and one behind her back.

Out, up, away, Mewtwo fled with her clinging to him for dear life. After a mile or so, the prepared cave was reached, it's concealed entrance near a glistening lake. Setting her down, he said, “your safe now...”