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    Maybe it was too late. The Eevee was hardly breathing, and it was no longer moving, except for the small, sporadic spasms that were a constant reminder to Mewtwo that time was running out. As the cat once again gazed on the small dog-like creature, he felt a familiar feeling sweep over his mind: acceptance.    You know what? Mewtwo thought, with a grim look at the small insignificant creature before him I don’t need to help, save, or protect you anymore. It is simply too late. You are going to die.    Instead of dying, the Eevee turned his head and began to talk to the observant cat, who seemed very wary of the current situation

    Chapter 2     Mewtwo’s rage was unsurpassed now. Not only was he different, but other weaker Pokémon were being used for the same purpose he was. Apparently this was a kill or be killed world, because only the strongest Pokémon had survived here. The Eevee was proof of that. He looked different. That was the only reason the clone even tolerated or noticed him.    Suddenly, the Mewtwo was beside the cage, his mind made up. His eyes glowed a light blue, and the cage was torn from the wall it was kept in, and slammed on the table. It was in ruin now. The splintered remains of the cage covered the creatures’ silver f

The psychic feline naively looked around his surroundings, his young brain processing his seemingly endless tide of emotions. He was impressed, scared, intimidated, disgusted, shocked, and angered all at once. He could not believe what he saw: a room. No, a lab to be more exact. That sparked his anger. The lab was abandoned, as if the mere prospect of a Mewtwo had scared the cowardly geniuses known as "scientists" away as fast as their insufficient human legs could carry them. They had run away from all the nightmares they had both created and caused over the past two years, unaware of the countless deaths that formed a bounty for a certain