Chapter 3
"Truth"

Drak was wakened by a soft voice speaking to him. Falling asleep in the chair near the window, the area that was now left open as Caleb had fought viciously for rights to Ella E's parent's previous bedroom, was something he enjoyed much more then the hallway. He just leaned back, covered himself with a quilt, and he fell asleep almost instantly. There was something comforting about not laying fully down, but sleeping sitting up. It was as if nothing could surprise him as he was in a good position for defense.
As usual, his sleep had been dreamless. Drak had never had dreams ever since he had met the Mewtwo. The constant use of his mind had rid it of the freedom most people felt when they slept. As others slept, their minds would gain free-reign and create wild fantasies, regardless of logic and reason. Drak had honed his mind through the constant psychic activity that it was almost as if his brain had forgotten to run by itself when he was asleep. Now it only waited for him to wake up, keeping the mental link open. Naturally, when the soft voice spoke, Drak believed it to be his Mewtwo. Who else would be awake?
"Mewtwo..." his eyes glowed a faint blue, the sign of a not properly- established link, primarily because of his weariness. "Why are you awake?"
No response.
Too sleepy to ponder this, Drak tried harder. "Mewtwo?"
No response.
Slowly, the notion that the person who was speaking might not have been Mewtwo came into his mind and he opened his eyes.
It took a while to adjust to the dark, but Drak was used to it. Living in the darkness for years was what he had done, he was used to such blackness around him when he opened his eyes. The Moon, a slight sliver of white, was shining weak light through the front window where it spilled over the quilt he had over his legs and onto the floor. He looked around the room, cluttered with junk and the various Meowth's that no room was without. Various pictures littered the room, junk was on the floor. They had not obviously expected visitors when he had first arrived here, but the messiness of the living room was something that wasn't of the utmost importance to him. If someone wanted it clean, they would clean it. So far, no one had apparently wanted it clean.
"Mewtwo?" Drak said aloud, wondering whether the Mewtwo had fallen asleep and had accidentally contacted him in a kind of "dream-speak". It was then that Drak decided he would try and listen to what the words were saying and not where they were coming from.
"We're here for the boy..." A soft voice said, sounding like a faint whisper in his mind. It had a slightly humorous accent to it, as if someone was trying to speak seriously when they were suppressing hidden laughter.
"Are you sure he is here?" Another voice said, this one more passive and controlling. The first voice seemed to laugh quietly.
"There is no other place, all evidence leads here...and I can sense the emanations...shall we move now?"
"Let us wait..."
Drak, wondering whether this was a prank his Mewtwo was playing on him, lifted a hand to pull his blanket off and found a Meowth sleeping on him. Drak awkwardly brushed it off, a little too hard for it's liking, and it gave a faint "Meowth!" and ran off. Instantly, all the Meowth's in the room were awake, looking at him with their luminescent eyes. Drak found the sight very frightening.
"I sense something is awake..."
"Is it the boy?"
"...perhaps...let's wait for more..."
Drak could hear the voices, more clear now, as he gingerly stood. He gasped shortly as his leg gave a stab of pain through him. He clutched it and tried to hold his breath. He had forgotten how stubborn his leg could be when he woke up. He focused hard on his mental hearing, but heard nothing. He looked around.
Last night, Colt had explained what the two were trying to do. Since the group mainly trusted Colt, Monty was more then glad (for more reasons then one) to switch places with Colt. Now Colt slept on the couch, his blanket on the floor, his leg over the back of the couch and his head underneath the low slung table that was near it. Drak would have found it comical if he wasn't so concerned over the voices.
"Colt?" he said, inching closer.
"There! It spoke...there is something awake in there. We should move now, before something happens." said the almost amused voice. The other voice didn't respond. Drak, feeling more anxious then usual, dragged himself to the couch were Colt slept. His leg now didn't respond at all, and he moved awkwardly. In the process, he kicked a Meowth which screeched and ran. The other Meowth's began to stare harder at Drak. He walked over to Colt.
"Colt? Wake up.." he whispered, unable to make his voice higher. In his mind, he could feel the presence of his Mewtwo, obviously awakened by his distress. The strength of this Mewtwo compared to that of the whispery voices was a shock to him and he shivered in spite of himself.
"He is awake and his companion may also be. We must move!" the voice said again. It now sounded concerned. Drak had to strain to hear it, already becoming accustomed to the strength of the Mewtwo.
"Alright, but try to do it quietly."
"Colt!" Drak said, a little more loudly. Colt stirred, placed a hand over his eyes, and grumbled. Drak leaned down to poke him, and then realized the room was darker then it should of been. The only reason for that would be that something was blocking the window. Drak turned slowly, trying to suppress the worry he felt. Strangely enough, Drak didn't feel scared...it was a feeling that he was not accustomed too. He felt only anxiety and worry in case this could turn out badly in Ella E's favor.
Fear was unknown...anxiety was not.
Hovering in front of the window was what looked like a helicopter, but it was strangely silent. It's blades glowed with alternate white and red light. He saw two small forms in the Helicopter, one with large hands and wild hair and the other carrying a pendant. Drak's mouth opened despite his best efforts to stop it, and he watched some dark forms, these appearing human and carrying weapons, quickly approach the window. One cursed.
"He's awake! Quick, load the confinement net!"
"COLT!" Drak shouted, finding his voice. Colt jerked once and as a result, slammed his head into the bottom of the table. This dazed him somewhat, making him unable to respond properly. The figure outside used what looked like a gun and shoved the butt through the glass, causing it to shatter into thousands of glittering fragments. Instantly, every Meowth in the room was gone.
"COOLT!" Drak shouted, trying to back away from the figure that approached him. He came quickly and reached out a hand to grab Drak, but Drak ducked, trying desperatly to get his leg to obey him.
"Drak? What is happening?" The Mewtwo's voice said in his mind. Drak was too busy to reply. Mewtwo sensed the danger and worry in Drak's mind.
"I'm coming! Hold...agh!" Mewtwo made a small cry of pain as, Drak guessed, he stepped on the limp leg they both shared. Drak felt the twinge himself and fell to the ground.
"Don't be difficult!" A distinctly male voice snarled at him from behind the gun. Colt leapt up, having shaken off the dizziness that came with the blow to the head, and looked at the man with what appeared to be a gun and Drak on the floor.
"Drak? What the-EVERYONE! WAKE UP!" Colt shouted, his strong voice echoing through the house. The Man with the gun cursed loudly.
"We didn't come for you!" he growled at Colt, aiming the gun directly at Drak. Drak tried to scramble to his feet, but his limp and painful leg was not responding. His hand slipped on what felt like a Meowth's yarn ball and his arm gave out, dropping him on the floor. The Man fired, despite Colt's best efforts to stop him, and out of the gun came what appeared to be a large net, glowing with a strange, almost orange-ish light. It gravitated instantly to Drak, although he scrambled to one side, and wrapped itself tightly around his body, preventing further motion. He summoned his mental power to cry for help from Mewtwo, but found in response a burning flash of pain and blackness.
"Get away from him!" Colt said, throwing himself around the man's shoulders. Despite the fact that Colt was rather strong for his age, the Man was far more skilled than he. The Man seemed to regard Colt in amusement, then slammed the gun butt into Colt's forehead. Colt flew backwards across the table, his head bleeding. Colt struggled to regain his senses, but the room was spinning around him and he felt burning, aching pain in his forehead. The Man grabbed the limp bundle that was Drak and laughed scornfully before leaping out the broken window, deftly avoiding the broken shards of glass that marked the bottom of the pane.
Colt tried to regain his senses. The whole room spun around him and was blurred with the pain from his head. He was vaguely aware of the others running into the room, looking dissheveled.
"Colt? Colt, what happened?" he heard Ella E's voice say. She gave a short cry at the sight of the broken window. "The window's broken! Where's Drak?!"
"Look!" A Voice he recognized as Monty's came from near the window.
"Hey! Come back here! They've got Drak!" Caleb's annoying voice came to Colt. Colt tried to stand, but found his muscles refusing to respond. Ella E's horrified voice came from above him.
"Colt! Colt! Oh my god! Your forehead...what'd they do!?"
Colt tried to respond, but found himself falling into blackness.
Caleb dashed across the lawn towards the strangely silent helicopter, chasing the man who carried Drak underneath his arm. Before he could reach him, the Man had hopped in and the Helicopter began to rise. Caleb, unable to see any other option, jumped forward and grabbed the skids.
When you have just been woke from sleep, reflexes and motor skills aren't all they should be. Caleb soon found that out as his sleepy and cold fingers slid from the skid, causing him to fall heavily on the grassy lawn. The Helicopter continued to rise, it's silent blades cutting the air in what seemed to be slow-motion.
"DRAK!" Caleb screamed, raising a hand futiley at the fastly vanishing Helicopter. "COME BACK HERE! LET DRAK GO!"
The night sky was as stubborn on the response as the Helicopter which continued it's silent journey into the rapidly all-consuming night. Caleb watched helplessly as the Helicopter rose further and further away from him. Monty came to him and helped Caleb up, unable to think of anything comforting to say. Caleb leaned on him thankfully, feeling woozy and weak.
"They've got Drak...what do we do?"
"Right now we can't do anything..." Monty said, finally finding his tongue. He looked up at the night sky, glittering with a uncountable amount of bright stars. Without the moon's bright light, however, the night looked darker then it should have. "First we have to find out who did it and why..."
"Mewww!" there was a angry cry from the house, and the badly-limping Mewtwo stumbled out onto the lawn. He looked up at the sky, noticing the fastly fading black form of the helicopter. Sensing his friends presence vaguely, Mewtwo raised two paws. Instantly, he formed a dark energy ball, crackling with furious blue energy, and sent it towards the Helicopter, hatred gleaming in his normally impassive blue eyes. Unfortunatly, the Helicopter was too far away to aim properly and the Energy ball sailed off into the distance harmlessly.
The Mewtwo's leg gave in, and he fell to the ground. His eyes glew a furious blue and he began to scream silently. Frustrated, he broke off the one-ended link and stared at the sky where Drak had been taken.
"MEEEEEEEWWWWWW!" The Mewtwo screamed in fury and pain. Monty stared at him and began to walk back to the house, Caleb leaning heavily on him, unable to think of anything to do for the poor Pokémon that had just been robbed of his one true friend.

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Drak felt a stinging pain in his shoulder, and he tried to respond. His body felt like lead and wouldn't obey his commands. He felt it again, and the blackness in front of him began to fade. He tried to focus blurry eyes on the person who kept hurting him. The figure looked at a taller, stronger one, one who seemed to be regarding Drak carefully. Both were shrouded in darkness, the result of the inner compartment of what felt like the helicopter's lack of light.
"Why won't he wake up? Is he-" the tall figure said.
"He's not dead, sir. The confinement net was designed for M-2 Specimen B, not a human."
"Why did it react that way?"
"The net is designed, sir, to respond with a powerful shock to anything that tries to use psychic abilities in it's webs. No doubt, this Boy tried to do something of that nature and the net responded as if it were M-2 Specimen B. The shock wasn't designed for humans, sir. It's much too powerful."
"It didn't kill him?"
"If he was able to set off the mechanism, sir, no doubt he was attempting to either contact M-2 Specimen B or some other psychic ability. The net is designed to respond to Mewtwo's level of power...which means the boy must have tried to do something equal in strength, sir. Something with that kind of power wouldn't die from the shock, sir."
"Very good..." the taller, stronger figure said, looking at Drak. Or at least, that's what Drak thought. "Just like we predicted. Are Barrier-D and Surepa asleep?"
"Yes sir. They did a very good job at masking the sound of the Helicopter. Maybe you could consider giving them a day off, sir..."
"Good." The tall figure said, basically ignoring the smaller's comment. The smaller didn't argue. "I don't want them to disturb...the boy." the taller figure said, putting what looked vaguely to Drak like a hand to his chin.
"Do you want him awake, sir? I can use the Tazer again." the smaller figure said, holding some kind of device, it's full appearance shrouded in blackness.
"I...I'm...I'm awake..." Drak managed to whisper, hoping they heard him. The first figure smiled.
"Good, good. He's already awake. Good sign. I don't want to talk to him yet, he's still too groggy to answer any questions. He'll just get confused."
"Where are you, Mewtwo?" Drak cried mentally, retreating frantically to the space in his mind he and his Pokémon shared. "I need you to help me...I'm trapped!"
There was no reply, and Drak began to feel panic. He had never been without his friend's presence.
"Fascinating, sir!" the second figure said, looking at him. Something glinted on his face, no doubt a pair of glasses. "The illumination of the eyes is a trait common to those who train psychic Pokémon. Blue is a special color only reserved to the M-2 Series, however. No doubt he is trying to contact M-2 Specimen B. Look how brightly it shines! They must have a strong link. This is absolutely amazing, sir."
The first figure didn't look too impressed. "Give him to Teishi when we get back for him to take care of. Make sure nothing happens to him."
"Yes, sir." the second figure said, scribbling something on what appeared to be his lab-coat sleeve. The First Figure looked annoyed.
"Must you do that? It costs money to get your coats cleaned."
"Was I doing it again, sir? I'm sorry, sir, it won't happen again." the Second figure said, sounding embarrassed. The first figure walked out of the room. Drak began to wonder what exactly was going on. But the Second Figure poked him with something, and all Drak felt after the prick was a deepening lonelieness as he faded into unconciousness.

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