From: Dreadite <blorch@ix.netcom.com> Subject: [PW!] And say hello to.... Date: Friday, May 28, 1999 5:01 AM P;OTP: Dreadite took Wind to the Cerulean hospital. She left, and is having some.. personal problems. Maria is still at the hospital, as is Dreadite. *And now... on with the show!* Dreadite glanced upwards at the clock in the hospital waiting room. 9:17. Dreadite sighed, and picked up a book. "Readers Digest... ancient." He got up, and headed towards the upper patio, toying with a Pokéball. As he walked onto the roof, the ball opened, revealing Pidgey. Dreadite smirked, and pointed towards a spearow on the roof. The sun, slowly setting behind him glinted with a white light for a second as Dreadite pointed at the bird Pokémon. "Pidgey, you know what to do. Fly attack it." The Spearow screeched sharply as Pidgey dove down, slamming it off the rooftop into the adjoining wall. It slumped down, and Dreadite smirked. "It'll recover. Good work. The training will help you grow powerful." Dreadite recalled the Pidgey. It would take a lot of work to get it as good as the last one. At least this one would evolve, he thought to himself. He took one last look back at the Spearow, and walked forward. As he did so, a blue light flashed, and slammed down on the roof in front of him. Dreadite leapt backwards, tossing his cloak aside as he did so. Mewtwo stepped from the light, and glared. "You have been chosen." Dreadite brought up his sword, and gave the Pokémon a look of utter contempt. Mewtwo smiled, and waved it's hand. Dreadite collapsed to the ground, and slowly got up. He grimaced, and looked at Mewtwo. "Chosen for that?" "No." Mewtwo's reply was short, and to the point. Mewtwo's eyes glowed, and Dreadite suddenly stood up, and knelt. "Of course, master. It will be done." Mewtwo took off into the air, towards the cave. He vanished with a flash. Dreadite stood up, and laughed. It echoed around the deck, and Dreadite walked inside the hospital. <Scene Switch.> Dreadite flicked on a monitor in the phone booth. Giovanni appeared on the screen. "Dreadite, make this quick." Dreadite glanced at Giovanni's image, and his eyes glowed red. "Listen very carefully, Giovanni, as I won't repeat this. I am the Voice of Mewtwo. Cease your actions, or wither away. Mewtwo has spoken." Dreadite waved his hand, and the phone hung up. He walked towards the waiting room, with a calm, controlled look on his face. "Mewtwo is.. displeased." <Scene Switch> Giovanni swore. Loudly. "Damnit, what is going on!" "Sir, I think Dreadite has betrayed you." Goivanni's advisor nodded at the monitor. "He appeared to be angry." "No, no. He mentioned Mewtwo. I have a feeling he's not himself." Giovanni stroked his Persian thoughtfully. Its fur slowly lowered, as it calmed down. "As you can see, even Persian noticed something." "Mewtwo sir? But he's been inactive for a long time." The aid quickly sat down as Giovanni glared. "I want you to keep a close eye on Dreadite, understand? This doesn't get out." The aide bowed, and quickly ran for the door. Giovanni frowned, and reached for a phone. <Scene SWITCH!> Jessie picked up the phone. "Who is it? Oh, sir! Yes? Yes sir." She hung up the phone, and glanced at Meowth. "Dreadite has gone nuts." Meowth shrugged, and picked at a claw. "When was he not?" His remark was cut short by a paper fan. "Idiot! The Boss says it's Mewtwo." TBC? (But of COURSE! Mwahahhaha! I needed something different to do, and this is it. =P) Dreadite ----- "The end comes.. beyond chaos." --Kefka "Why do people rebuild things they know are going to be destroyed? Why do people cling to life when they know they can't live forever? Think how meaningless each of your lives is!" --Kefka