[ WP ] A single pokemon appears in the real world .

The ruins were silent as the boy carefully made his way though the rusted remains of a building. He knew every nook and cranny of this ghost town, so why had he returned? 
 
 Something had made him come back here. He could n't explain it, but it felt like something here was calling him. A faint voice in the back of his mind, perhaps not even that. 
 
 Just a feeling. 
 
 He was yanked out his thoughts as behind him, something moved. 
 
 He spun around in time to see a figure emerge from the ground, coughing as it did so. It tried to stand, but it was too weak to support its own weight. The boy ran over to it, catching it as it fell. 
 
 The thing was a strange beast that the boy had never seen before. Its skin was a pale, unhealthy grey and a long purple tail snaked it way across the ground, ending in a bulbous tip. 
 
 It looked up at him and snarled, amethyst eyes glaring back in a mixture of hatred and fear. But despite all that, there was something else within them. A sort of profound intelligence stared back, one greater than any human could ever achieve. 
 
 Its mouth opened, revealing a pair of catlike canines as it let out a peculiar noise -- a strangled parody of a cats mew. 
 
 And then the thing fainted in his arms, its body frail and weak from countless days of exertion and starvation. 
 
 The boy looked around and picked up the beast, its large frame surprisingly frail and light and dragged it away. 
 
 He knew what this thing was. He'd seen before, but only in video games and movies. 
 
 `` Mewtwo.'' he breathed at his unconscious find. Somehow, the pokemon twitched. That explained the feeling. It had been its psychic mind calling him. 
 
 Or rather, what was left of it. He guessed that in their world, where they did n't have mental powers, the pokemon had been reduced down to a pitiful creature, a shadow of the deity it was. No wonder it was starving -- it had probably never been without its powers for a single second in its entire life. 
 
 The boy smiled. He naively thought that he could take care of it, that he could look after it and that it would grow to love him. 
 
 That never happened. 
 
 The government took him away and he was never seen again. 
 
 And neither was the pokemon he found. It was taken to the labs and experimented on, just like in the universe it had fled from, forced to go though the same torture it had travelled to this world to escape from. 
 
 My name is Mewtwo and if you find this book, I beg you to help me. I came to your world because I thought I would be safe. Because I thought that I could start anew. But I was wrong. instead, you took away the boy -- the only person who ever cared for me in either universe -- and experimented on me just like the humans of my world once did. 
 
 Except this time, I have no powers to save myself.
