Chapter 1- The Awakening
He slept silently in the glass cylinder, wearing nothing but a black jumpsuit. His breathing regulated by numerous amounts of tubes attached to his body. A nearby machine noted his brainwaves.
He did not know his name, if he even had one. He barely even recognized his own existence. He had been in the lab for as long as he had been alive. The beeps of mechanical instruments and the occasional muffled sounds of scientists discussing something were the only sounds that he knew, that he had ever known. His life had been one big experiment…
Until he awoke…..
"*Groan*, my head." I thought to myself. I tried to move my left arm to stretch but found that I could not. I tried my right arm; Nothing. I wondered "why? Why can't I move?" Then I heard sounds. Not through my ears, but through my head! I heard the thoughts of everyone around me, as they all converged into a single high-pitched squeal. "Argh!" I thought.
Then I heard with my ears. I heard a loud beeping coming from next to me. This annoyance combined with the thoughts of all around me, caused me to do something that I felt as if I've wanted to do for years. I opened my eyes.
At once I felt a stinging sensation assail my eyes. It came from a liquid that I seemed to be suspended in. I ignored the stinging red substance that surrounded me, and I kept my eyes open, fascinated by what I saw. There were… Beings, surrounding me! They were speaking, they were moving. But most importantly, they were THINKING. I heard everything clearly for the first time as I probed one mind at a time, not knowing what allowed me to do so, but yet doing it as if I had known how to all my life.
One being's mind said "Here comes the cash now! The experiment is finally done!" I pondered this. "Experiment?" I thought. "What kind of experiment?" One more probe was all it took. "After years of failure, this one came out perfectly! The boy has been infused with Mewtwo's psychic energies!" At this I felt a presence. It was a being, like those outside, but different, weaker. "Help… Me…" the being said.
I looked to my right. I saw a frail looking, light purple shape in a tube similar to the one that I appeared to be trapped in. I held on to that word for a while: trapped. It meant to be imprisoned. Someone who was imprisoned was a prisoner, or someone being held against their will. My brain somehow processed all of this in a mere nanosecond, and none of the definitions were appealing to me.
The frail being spoke again, slightly softer than before. "Help… me…" Then I heard nothing. I attempted to search for the weak figure's brainwaves but I could not find it. I could still see the figure; he was still in the tube beside me. "How could someone be there, but not think?" My brain answered for me. "Death." The creature is dead. Not living, non-existent, gone. "Death." This word was horrible. I did not like it. It filled me with… Anger. Once again my brain answered the question I was about to ask. Anger, the emotion of violence. Suddenly, I did feel violent. The beeping coming from next to my tube was louder now, but I didn't care. I needed to get out of this glass tube.
Me thinking about the glass breaking caused a small crack to appear in the tube. Anger filled me as I pushed harder, willing the glass to keep breaking. The thoughts surrounding me were suddenly filled with panic. "Good." I thought, as the entire tube shattered.
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