Note: This story is based off an RP I had years ago on Neopets. I've made some major changes in my characters (*CoughDESTUINGcough*) but have tried to leave other characters untouched and stay true to the way they were, or at least how I remember them. Izzy, Gatomon343, Lizerd, Hijackers, BOB, that one guy who role played Giovanni all the time, and everyone else I can't recall the names of… I really hope I do your characters justice.
Also Note: For background on events, I suggest watching Mewtwo Strikes Back, Mewtwo Returns, and The Birth of Mewtwo... or you can just be a really big Mewtwo fan already, 'cuz then you'll like this fic for sure.
3rd Note: I'd like to applaud those who have review my story and pointed out that I misspelled (and misnamed) my prologue. Seriously, you guys are awesome. Technically, this isn't a prologue, but I'm calling it that. If you'd prefer to call it the post-logue intro, that's fine.
And now Ed needs to shut up and start the story already.
May 19th, 2015
"But… you can't be him."
"Yet somehow I am."
"But… no!"
A blast of light, and Nathan was thrown backward, into the wall headfirst. He sank to the floor, blood falling from his gashed forehead to the side of his chin, over the scar on his left cheek. He cringed, then glared up at his enemy.
"Why?" The boy asked, struggling back to his feet. "I thought you were good, after everything you did, and the things you said, and… I don't understand."
The man smirked, looming over the boy, running a hand through his dark hair, red staining the tips of his fingers. "That's just it, my boy. Try all you like, but you will never understand. You are too much like your mother. She never believed in evil; there was no evil in pokémon, not in humans, not in anyone. As long as you stubbornly hold onto that same belief, you will never accept the truth."
"You're wrong!"
It felt strange to say it, seeing how Nathan didn't know if either of them was right. Maybe, as the man had said, he was being stubborn. Even so, he let his thoughts on the matter spill out of his mouth frantically, thoughts that had been confirmed from a long journey, a journey he'd only started.
That was when the ceiling exploded. Nathan fell back into the wall again, to avoid the falling chunks of rubble, hands over his face. A white dust rose, sticking to his lungs as he inhaled, making him cough. The dust cleared, and a sight struck the boy with such fear that he cringed with his spine.
The mewclone stood in the center of the room, covered in white dust, red blood, and spikes that tore new wounds in his body. His red eyes went to his master, then to Nathan.
"Blade," Nathan croaked.
"Kill him," the man demanded.
The clone grunted, eyes still on Nathan, narrowing. His tail flailed up, then whipped down on his target.