SUMMARY: Nine years after Mewtwo returned to civilization, his daughter, Cameron, began her pokemon journey. Now, to her parents' dismay, the sixteen-year-old's psychic powers are out of control, but she just sees them as an easy ride to Indigo Plateau. Meanwhile, Giovanni has managed to escape from imprisonment, and he has bought out the Saffron City corporation, Silph Co., for dark, mysterious reasons that only he knows. At the same time, the clones that Mewtwo created on New Island have discovered he has a half human daughter… and they are not happy. In the conclusion to this trilogy, the destinies of Cameron, Mewtwo, Misty, and others will be revealed. Will Cameron's dangerous tendencies be curbed, or will her unrestrained psychic abilities threaten the world?
Author's Note: It's here! This is the final, and, possibly, the best, installment in this trilogy. Here is an important concept to note before you begin reading:
This story takes place almost entirely in GAMEVERSE. That means, the events that may have occurred in the anime in Saffron City and other places are being disregarded for the purposes of this story (the exceptions are the characters of Ash, Misty, and Mewtwo, and, of course, the events of Pokemon: The First Movie). I want to make this clear, because there will be events in this story that contradict occurrences that happened only in the anime. I have chosen to write in the gameverse because I believe it leaves more room for creativity and character development.
I will post a new chapter every Monday night at approximately 5 pm, unless otherwise stated. Enjoy, and, remember: REVIEWS are my writer's rocket fuel!
~TheFrogFromHell
Prologue
The Celadon City Times
May 21, 2007
VIRIDIAN GYM LEADER GIOVANNI SORRENTINO FOUND 'NOT GUILTY' OF KIDNAPPING AND NEGLIGENCE CHARGES
After three months of deliberation, it has been decided that Viridian's gym leader of 19 years, Giovanni Sorrentino, 47, is innocent on all counts.
Earlier this year, Mr. Sorrentino had been accused of kidnapping and negligence regarding several pokemon involved in a laboratory experiment, which was reportedly performed in Cinnabar Island's reconstructed facility. Rumors circulated that the gym leader had employed unlicensed scientists to perform a complicated resurrection procedure, which was said to have resulted in unnecessary pain and suffering for the pokemon involved.
Also, there was some confusion regarding the kidnapping and presence of Cerulean City gym leader, Misty Ketchum, and her daughter, Cameron Ketchum, at the scene of the alleged experiment. However, Ms. Ketchum declined to testify, and it remains unclear whether she was involved in the procedure or not.
The judge's decision was made on Thursday, clarifying that these rumors were, in fact, only rumors.
"I was using the lab to do pokemon research with my colleagues," Sorrentino commented regarding the verdict, "this whole thing is ridiculous; I would never engage in any act harmful to the wellbeing of any pokemon. It's not in my nature."
The gym leader declined to comment about Misty Ketchum. Reportedly, bail for Mr. Sorrentino cost upwards of 10 million dollars.
Chapter 1
"WAAAAAAARRRGGGH!"
The Karate King's battle cry was thunderous, and, coupled with the loud "CRUNCH" of his splitting a three inch thick wooden board in half with his foot, it was nearly deafening. After each victory, the Karate King celebrated by breaking something, Cameron noticed.
She was surrounded by enormous men, fully clad in martial arts garb, bellowing orders at their fighting type pokemon, who, with their tough expressions and huge muscles, were almost indistinguishable from their trainers. Cameron gathered that once a challenger entered the dojo, he (or she, Cameron figured, but there were no other females in sight) had to first defeat a lineup of gym trainers before he could advance to face the King.
Cameron looked at the first trainer in the line, who stood near the entrance of the gym. He was battling a scrawny boy who appeared about eight, ten years old at the most, but she knew he had to be older in order to be a pokemon trainer. The boy was losing miserably; he was down to his last pokemon and had not managed to knock out even a single one of the gym trainer's.
Cameron adjusted her dark glasses and surveyed the dojo, checking out all of the trainer's pokemon she could see battling. Machoke, level thirty-eight… Hitmonlee, level forty-two… Primeape, level forty… She smirked. Piece of cake.
Mew must have heard what Cameron was thinking, because it decided to comment from inside its pokeball.
It's only going to be a piece of cake if you cheat, Cameron heard in her mind. Besides me, your pokemon are only at level twenty-five and lower, and I'm not helping because I'm still mad at you for yesterday.
Cameron sighed. Why did Mew have to be so difficult? Yesterday was so not a big deal.
Cameron had needed to evolve her eevee into a vaporeon (yes, needed to— she knew her battle with the Saffron City gym leader was coming up, so she wanted to be prepared with some powerful special attacks), but she didn't have the money, since she'd spent it all on Calciums to give to Mew to increase its special attack and defense. And now it won't even battle for me, she sulked.
Anyway, she'd called her mother, Misty, whom Cameron had been sure would understand, being a water pokemon trainer and all, but, to Cameron's irritation, she had refused to send her the money.
So Cameron had simply… persuaded the clerk in the Celadon Department Store to "lend" her the stone. He had been convinced by her stunning good looks and charming personality (and, maybe, just a little bit of tampering with his brain using her psychic abilities), she was sure.
Because of that one tiny incident, Mew had given her the silent treatment the whole rest of the day. For some reason, Mew was always getting upset with Cameron lately when she used her power, claiming that she was using it for the wrong reasons, and it was starting to get on Cameron's nerves.
Whatever, Mew, Cameron communicated to her pokemon telepathically, I don't need your help anyway. Mew declined to respond.
The trainer by the door had finished battling the little boy (who was now in tears after his brutal defeat), so Cameron decided to approach him.
Standing before him, looking up at his face (the man was so huge that Cameron was dwarfed in comparison) she said confidently, "I'm here to challenge the Karate King."
"Bwahahaha," the man chortled loudly, "nice shades, sweetheart. The King will happily accept your challenge, if…" this portion of the trainer's introduction sounded very rehearsed and overly dramatized, "you can first defeat the five of us, in succession! That means no trips to the pokemon center in between, sweetheart. Are you sure you can handle it?"
Cameron was not enjoying this man's patronizing tone. "Stop talking and send out your first pokemon," she stated spitefully.
The man's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Well, this kid's got spunk! Your wish is my command. I just hope you can last longer than the trainer I crushed before you."
He threw his pokeball and a mankey appeared, already agitated and ready for battle.
"Go, Vaporeon!" Cameron shouted, summoning her newly evolved water pokemon.
"Interesting choice," commented the man, "Mankey, use Fury Swipes!"
"Vaporeon, Sand Attack!"
Cameron's vaporeon managed to decrease its opponent's accuracy slightly, but, unfortunately, it was also unable to evade the attack. Three swipes, and a third of Vaporeon's health points were already gone.
Damn it, Cameron thought, I guess it's time for the big guns already…
"Water Gun!" she instructed her pokemon, and, making sure her shades fully concealed her glowing eyes, she used her own Psybeam in combination with Vaporeon's attack, disguising the psychic energy in the stream of water.
It was a one hit K.O.
The trainer was dumbfounded as his mankey collapsed, unconscious.
What are you doing? Cameron heard Mew project in her mind, that's not fair, and you know your pokemon will never get stronger that way!
Shut up, she retaliated, I want one of those rare pokemon from the Karate King, and I'm going to get one.
Shaking his head, the trainer revealed his next pokemon— Machoke.
"Vaporeon, Quick Attack!" This time, Cameron interlaced a carefully disguised Confusion with the pokemon's physical assault.
Once again, the man's pokemon was defeated with a single blow.
His third, and final pokemon, Machamp, went down in exactly the same fashion.
"What the…" the trainer looked confused, and angry, "there's no way that thing's powerful enough to take down all of my fighters! Just look at it!"
Cameron smirked. "Looks can be deceiving," she replied.
She then went on to conquer the other four trainers in the same manner. Because their pokemon were all fighting types, all Cameron needed to do was insert a tiny bit of her psychic energy into each of her pokemon's moves, and voila— instant victory.
That was too easy, she thought smugly, finally approaching the Karate King himself. He had his back to her, and he appeared to be stuffing some items into a backpack.
"Hello," Cameron called to him, "my name is Cameron Ketchum, and I'm here to challenge you!"
The man turned around slowly and yawned.
He glanced around the room at the other trainers in the gym, noticing that they were no longer battling. "You defeated all five of them?" He asked, and the inflection of surprise in his voice irritated Cameron. Do I really look that weak?
"Yes," she said evenly, "and now it's time for me to defeat you and claim my prize!"
The King sighed. "Okay, that's great, kid, but it's the end of the day and I'm tired. I was just packing up. You're gonna have to come back tomorrow for the battle."
Cameron was livid. She narrowed her eyes behind her shades. "But I have proved myself worthy," she argued. "You must accept my challenge!"
The Karate King chuckled. "Didn't your parents ever teach you patience? I'll tell you what— come back tomorrow at nine when we open, and I'll battle you straight up. No need to defeat my trainers again, just show up and we'll do it. Deal?"
Cameron was still frustrated, but she agreed. "Fine," she said, "nine o'clock sharp."
"See you then… wait, did you say your last name was Ketchum?" Cameron nodded unenthusiastically. "As in, Ash Ketchum? The Ash Ketchum?"
"Ash is… my dad," she said, although that wasn't exactly accurate.
"I thought you looked familiar!" exclaimed the King, "I still remember my battle with your father… exceptional trainer. That pikachu of his is something else!"
Cameron listened in silence, hoping he finished gushing about Ash soon. She was so sick of hearing about "The Great Ash Ketchum" as if he walked on water or something. If he was so great, he wouldn't have up and left on me when I was seven years old, she thought bitterly.
She was relieved when the Karate King finished talking, and she exited the dojo as he and his trainers packed up for the day. Sighing, she sat on a bench outside the gym, plunking her backpack down beside her.
Today was the seventy-first day of Cameron's pokemon journey, and the day before her sixteenth birthday.
In just over two months, Cameron had already earned four Kanto gym badges. It would have taken even less than two months if it hadn't been for all the traveling; the gym battles certainly didn't slow her down. In fact, she could have won them all the first day.
At first, Cameron had not needed to use her power to win her battles. She had relied on Mew in the beginning; she had had it for over eight years, training with it in secret even before the start of her journey, so it was already far stronger than a normal starting pokemon. But when Mew had seen how Cameron used her powers to affect the minds of other people, it had become defiant, and Cameron didn't have enough badges to be able to control the behavior of such a strong pokemon. It's such a hypocrite, Cameron thought, it's allowed to use its psychic powers, but it gets mad at me when I use mine.
Hypocrite? Cameron heard in her mind, I don't think so. I'm not the one who uses my power to manipulate people!
I don't manipulate them. Most of those people would have done what I wanted them to do anyway, she argued lamely, but deep down she knew that wasn't true.
Suddenly, Cameron heard a buzzing sound coming from inside her backpack. She quickly unzipped the front pocket to retrieve her phone, and she rolled her eyes when she saw who the call was from.
! Incoming call !
Life Wrecker
She hit "answer" and said coolly into the phone, "Hello?"
A deep voice answered, "Cameron? This is your father. Where are you?"
"Hmm… you know, the last time I checked, you weren't my father— just some psycho that randomly showed up in my life in order to make everything harder for me."
Cameron was upset with him because she knew he'd told her mother not to give her any more money. If it wasn't for him, I could have just bought that water stone without using my powers at all. They're rich; they could have afforded it.
Also, beyond that, it seemed that Cameron's biological dad always knew what she was up to. It's because he's psychic, too, Cameron thought. He never let her get away with anything; he always found out when she'd used her special abilities to get her way and punished her for it by grounding her. That was another reason her journey had taken two months— twice, her father had found her and teleported her home, placing her under house arrest for several days until she got her act together.
"You should know by now that I do not appreciate harsh words. I suggest you stop attempting to anger me and consider that I am the one making decisions regarding you."
"Whatever."
There was a pause in the conversation.
Cameron's father changed the subject. "Did you battle the Karate King today?"
"No," Cameron said disappointedly, "I defeated all of his trainers, but by the time I finished it was too late. We're going to battle for real tomorrow."
"I see," he replied. Cameron detected a hint of suspicion in his tone of voice when he asked, "And which of your pokemon did you use to win?"
"Vaporeon," she said automatically, then mentally slapped herself. Damn it! she thought, he's going to wonder how I got a water stone!
"That is interesting," he commented, "your mother mentioned that you asked her to lend you the money for a water stone yesterday, but she refused. So… I am quite intrigued to discover how you managed to evolve an eevee without a stone. Please, enlighten me."
His tone of voice was dangerously calm now. It was the voice he used when he was just barely able to suppress his rage. Shit, Cameron thought.
"I did use a stone," Cameron said, quickly formulating a plausible explanation. "They were having a free giveaway at the Celadon Department Store, and that's how I got it."
"I understand," her father replied, now beginning to raise his voice, "so, you simply walked into the department store, where they were giving away merchandise valued at over two thousand dollars. Cameron, stop lying to me. If there is one thing I cannot tolerate, it is dishonesty."
"I'm not lying, I swear—"
"I already instructed you to stop. I have reason to believe you used your psychic abilities to acquire that stone. Cameron, you are out of control. You are coming home. Tomorrow."
His tone was firm, and Cameron could tell the decision was final.
"I will be arriving in Saffron in the morning to collect you. Also, I find it prudent to mention that the birthday plans we discussed last week are now cancelled. You will celebrate your birthday at home with myself and your mother, but that is all."
What? He's got no right to do that! He doesn't even have any proof I'm lying! Cameron thought frantically, although it was entirely possible he'd read her thoughts.
"But, Dad—"
"Pack your things, Cameron. Good night."
He hung up the phone.
"Rrrrrrrr!" Cameron exclaimed angrily, snapping the phone shut and kicking her heels against the bench. A petite, pigtailed blond woman dressed in all pink gave Cameron a strange look as she walked past her.
How can he do that to me? It's my sixteenth birthday! I'm never going to turn sixteen again, ever! Cameron was beyond miserable.
Then, she had a thought. Composing herself, she stood up and grabbed her backpack.
I don't care what my dad says, Cameron decided resolutely, tomorrow is my sweet sixteen… and I'm gonna make it sweet.
She started towards downtown Saffron, unaware of the presence lurking behind her in the bushes.
…..
So this is Mewtwo's daughter, thought the rapidash to itself, concealed by the brush. She seems just like a normal human, it noted with disgust. I must inform the others she is in town. The fiery horse then disappeared to go search for its companions.
