~Intro~
Run, run, run!
The words pounded in Arc's head. She could feel her bare feet hitting the ground hard as she urged herself to run faster. The trees rushed past her in a blur, but she didn't notice.
"Ivysaur, use vine whip!" One of the scientists chasing Arc yelled.
Almost immediately Arc heard the whistling of air as the vine came after her. She dodged to the right, the attack nicking her left cheek. The flesh stung where the vine had connected, and soon she felt a warm sticky liquid beginning to run down her face: blood. She didn't stop running though.
"Vine whip again!"
Arc made an abrupt right turn, jumping over the vine and heading deeper into the forest simultaneously. She felt her foot get caught in some underbrush and her ankle twist painfully. Her body went sailing through the air as she fell to the ground. Except there was no ground beneath her. She realized that she had tripped into a steep valley and watched as the valley floor came rushing up to meet her.
Then it was all a blur. Arc felt the pain of her shoulder scrape against rock. Then things got blurry and all went black. The last thing Arc realized before she lost consciousness was that she hat smacked her head off a rock and was bleeding putting badly.
~X~X~
Mewtwo watched silently from the cover of the shadows as the human scientists went crashing through the forest, looking for something.
"How could you lose her?!"
"I didn't lose her! She just disappeared, I'm telling you!"
He heard them shouting back and forth at each other. Unconcerned by their presence, he continued on. He came to the crest of a slope leading down into the valley. His eyes remained unreadable as he surveyed the scene below him:
A human girl lay in a crumpled heap at the bottom of the valley, blood pooling around her head and running down her left cheek from a gash.
Why... am I drawn to this human? She means nothing to me... and yet, I feel as if I must help her. It's as if she is somehow drawing me to her. Mewtwo said to himself. He felt a dark foreboding; even as he descended down the slope he found himself thinking, Nothing good will come of this...
