Chapter 4: Dark Realization

“Who’s there?!” Brian called out frantically, jerking glances in every 
direction.

“Just you and me,” the voice called.

“Who are you and where are you?” Brian asked again breathing faster.

“Oh so eager to forget those frightful events of a few days ago are we?” the 
voice chuckled.

“Where are you I want to see your face!” Brian yelled feeling his heart pound, 
remembering everything that happened over the past few days.

“Why are you looking around to find me, just look inside yourself,” the voice 
snarled.

For once there was silence as Brian collapsed to the ground, kicked down by the 
truth spouted by the voice, “So all these voices are really in my head?”

“Yes.”

“Then why did you bring we here?”

“We need to make preparations.”

“Preparations? For what?” Brian asked with a shaky voice.

“You will see when the time comes,” the voice concluded the conversation.

“No! This is all some prank,” Brian grabbed his head shaking it from side to 
side.

“Then explain how you got here.”

“I..I can’t,” Brian mumbled.

“I know, now I’ll leave you to get some sleep. I’ll be back to begin,” the voice 
trailed off.

“How am I supposed to sleep here?” Brian wondered aloud.

A yawn escaped from his mouth and he laid his head on the ground dozing off.

“WHAT!” a scream rang through the quiet house.

“What’s wrong dear?” Brian’s father asked dashing to the side of his grief- 
stricken wife.

“B..Brian is gone,” his wife sobbed setting the phone back on the hook, “they 
say he fought them off and then just vanished,” she finished with a sigh.

“Did they call the police?” the father cradled his wife in his arms, “Are they 
looking?”

Sighing deeply she answered, “Yes, but they say he could be anywhere.”

“So all we can do is hope.”

Slow breaths were the only proof that Brian was still alive. A faint mysterious 
hue was evident in his skin. His spine seemed stretch out as is torso 
lengthened. His frame rolled and small murmurs of pain escaped his mouth. A 
small stub protruded from bottom of his back out the back of his hospital 
outfit.

“Look over there,” a uniformed officer ordered a fellow cop brushing tall grass 
aside with a free hand.

With a flashlight in the other hand he swept the air casting the light in any 
place possible. “See anything?” a voice called from another section of the 
forest.

“No.” “Not a thing.” “Nothing.” calls came back.

“Damn,” the cop hissed kicking a small rock turning off his flashlight and 
gazing into the darkness, “Ok guys lets call it a night and try another spot 
tomorrow.”

“Good morning Dexter! This is Leto Mendoza. This morning’s top story: the 
mysterious disappearance of a local boy. We head over to Connie Smith who is 
standing by with Police Chief Roberts. Connie.”

“Thanks Leto. Chief Roberts, what can you tell us about the events that unfolded 
last night?”

“We have reports that the missing person tried to leave the hospital grounds, 
but when confronted by hospital personnel he fought them off and disappeared.”

“Any clues on the name of the missing boy?”

“Yes but that’s under investigation.”

Silence had replaced the murmurs. Small patches of light purple fur replaced the 
hair on Brian’s head. Several other patches grew randomly across his body. The 
stub on his back had now grown to two feet in length. His fingers began to fuse 
together small spherical tips growing at the ends.

“Day 7 of the Case of Missing Brian Waters.”

Once round his ears now dissolved in the side of his head the tops angling 
backwards to a point. Two short round toes replaced what had once been five. 
Small patches of fur on his chest and abdomen began darkening.

“Day 16.”

His feet fused into his lower leg increasing the size of his feet. His face 
stretched out from his head his eyes lengthening with it. His hand now three 
round fingers and a small palm.

“ Day 29.”

A fully developed tail sprouted from his back. A thin tube from his head to his 
back pulled away from his body. His body now a fully developed Mewtwo. Slowly 
Brian stirred, opening his eyes weakly. “Man that must have been the longest nap 
ever.” He sighed stretching his arms and legs.

Snorting, he scratched at the back of his head. His fingers rubbed again the 
extension out of the back of his head. Grabbing hold he pulled at it but let go 
at the first felling of pain. His hand shot within view and his eyes focused on 
his hand. “No!!!!!!” he screamed in panic.

“Yes,” the voce returned with a sneer.

“I’m getting out of here,” Brian spoke frantically ignoring the voice.

He jumped to his feet with light effort. In mid stride his body froze, “You 
didn’t really think you could get away from what’s inside you did you?” the 
voice mocked.

A small circle on Brian’s chest glowed the same eerie yellow-green that the 
statue had glowed that frightful night. A loud blast sounded and Brian’s body 
torqued wildly. Shaking slower he stood hunched over his body in a shadow. 
Looking up his eyes glowed blood red, “lets go get ‘em,” he snarled with a 
wicked smile.

To be continued…