Pokémon: Cubone and the Mystery of Mewtwo
Prologue
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In the middle of an old cave, a small Pokémon was looking sad and lonely. (I really could use a wish. There's so much bad in this world, but I wish someone friendly could help me find a home.) The Pokémon was a small brown reptile, he carried a bone for a club and was wearing a skull on his head, he had silver eyes and blinked them a few times. A meteor shower suddenly began in the sky, "beautiful." He said while he looked up at the shooting stars, and he was filled with excitement. Among the many shooting stars; one came falling down into the nearby forest. "Did a shooting star crash down? Maybe I can go get it?" The lonely Pokémon took off, he was completely unaware of the potential danger in the journey to reach the star. He was also unaware of the fact that others saw it, some of those others that saw the star were not the best kind of people.
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Chapter 1
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A Mewtwo Awakens
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Chapter 1
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Awakening
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A humanoid feline being laid head first in a crater of dirt, the crater was the result of his unexpected arrival in the region, yesterday he teleported across an ocean during his escape from an island.
He was housed in secret facilities far from any prying eyes, he was created to be an incredible weapon of destruction, right now he was waking up to the monster of all headaches, and he didn't like the feeling of the dirt in his face.
The being was stirring from a long slumber, and he was completely disoriented from the ordeals that his body endured. (Where... Am I?) He could hear his voice within his mind, yet it felt like he projected it through his mouth. The being is in fact a Pokémon, a Mewtwo that was currently in a state of disarray.
He moved his right hand up on to his forehead, and moved it up and down in order to have a sense of what it felt like. The ears on his body were sensitive enough to hear the movements across his head, as he moved his hand down, and rubbed his brow while he focused intently on standing up.
The process took awhile to complete as he was still trying to get his bearings. (Anatomy... Body... My body.) He was certain that his inner voice couldn't be heard by anyone, or anything in the area, (limbs... Legs... Feet...) He thought to himself while he looked down and saw his long legs that were large at the base of his body, yet they became slender as they went down to his feet, which made him ponder if this was natural for his body.
His feet had two toes in the front that he could make out though it felt like he had a third toe somewhere on his foot. A quick observation revealed that he had a third toe that seemed like a dewclaw of some kind.
(Arms... Hands... Fingers...) He looked at his left arm, and like his right arm it was slender, and his hands had three bulbous fingers that felt very alien to him. Strangely his entire body felt alien to him, as if it wasn't his own body, but rather he was taken out of his body and then forced to be inside of another one. As he moved his right hand toward his neck he felt something that seemed more alien than his fingers, in fact in that moment it felt more alien than his own body.
He had some kind of tube like neck in addition to a normal neck, and the tube like neck seemed to be protected in energy of some kind. (Neck... Necks... Shoulder?) He began to feel his shoulders, and it felt like they stuck out a little compared to where his arms stuck into his body. (My chest feels tight as I... Breathe... Why do I know so much, yet recall nothing of...) His thoughts were distracted by the sight of his big green tail.
The tail was a lovely green colour along with the area of his body that it connected into. The green was a strong contrast to the light purple colour that made up most of his body. The tail seemed to have a mind of its own as it waved (or wagged) back and forth in the air. Was his body trying to tell him something or do something that he didn't ponder?
Regardless of the reasons, he walked forward while rubbing his forehead with his right hand. Rubbing it felt like the right thing to do while he processed his thoughts and focused on walking to find something. (What am I looking for?) He wondered after a few minutes went by.
The Mewtwo walked into a clearing where he found a few puddles of water, and his instincts to quench the thirst he was feeling took over. The Mewtwo collapsed halfway towards the nearest puddle, yet he continued to press forward. He crawled until he saw the reflective surface of the puddle. (Is this me?) He wondered as he saw his face, and noticed his two nostrils, and his green eyes that were similar to his tail but lighter. (What am I? I have been asking that question a lot...) He drank from the puddle and occasionally spat out some mud before he got the hint to stop and move on.
When he finished drinking the water he sat down on his rump and began to ponder. (I need to remember... Remember... Remember?) As he sat down and began to think over things he began to realise, yet question so much at the same time. The basics were things like walking, talking, thinking and his body, the information seemed like it took him a while to sort through.
After a long while he seemed to instinctively teleport back too the crater. How he did it was currently beyond his understanding though. The Mewtwo looked around for something to try and get clues of some kind. He found a strange greenish crystal, and picked it up. "What is this?" He suddenly heard something behind him.
The small brown Pokémon was terrified when he saw the Mewtwo. (Don't let it see you.)
The Mewtwo sat down on his rump, and looked at the crystal. (What is this thing?) He wondered.
The Pokémon thought deeply about the crystal and what it is. However he didn't realise that the world seemed like it was moving slowly as he took the time to keep his eyes closed, and think over all of the facts he knew before he even tried to remember anything before he crashed into the crater. what led up to his arrival in the crater was puzzling him. Though it was all trivial matters to think over for an ordinary person. The Mewtwo pondered and wondered about so much, he was wondering what exactly a person is, or who, or what qualified as a person.
The Mewtwo was thinking about his memories and the feelings he had experienced. (Emotions... Feelings... Are they a driving force for life? My emotions from these scattered memories are... Puzzling...) He spent what felt like hours desperately trying to make sense of the images he had in his mind of all the memories he had. He remembered voices, voices, yes voices. The First Voice was kind and concerned for him, it belonged to the creature that stood upright in his memories.
The Mewtwo remembered hearing other voices and the faces that belonged to them. He felt intense hatred towards those beings for some reason, and he felt compelled to do something to them, but his body refused to obey him when he saw them. (They restrained me... Was it to keep the First Voice safe?) He felt like regarding the different beings as Voices.
At least for the time being he would regard the beings as Voices. (The First Voice... Why does it feel like he called me Subject 11-5-14 Mewtwo 7.0 and why does it feel so... Hmm...) He thought about that one name that stood out among the numbers. Not the Name, or word Subject. Mewtwo... Yes Mewtwo! It felt natural yet it had a number in its name. (Code... Ciphers... I don't know why, but codes and ciphers sound familiar to me... A1Z26...) He rubbed his brow with his thumb and index finger on his right hand.
"A1Z26? A1Z26? Hmm..." He then thought about it and didn't realise that the world seemed to go by slowly while he was thinking. (The A1Z26 Cipher. Used to decode numbers into letters and... Vice versa?) Why did something that complex just come to him? Perhaps it was so he could figure out what 11-5-14 meant.
There was no way for him to currently figure out how he had all the information, and why random bits of it came to him, or why he knew something as complex as a cipher. It dawned on him what the numbers could've meant when he used the A1Z26 Cipher to mentally decode it. (K-E-N. Ken! Did the First Voice mean for me to be called K-E-N or Ken?) Ken and Mewtwo sounded like a bizarre combination of names. (The First Voice had a name... Doctor... Bastion... Ken Mewtwo Bastion... I think I have a name now... Or do I? This doesn't tell me what I am exactly.)
He was wondering exactly what a Mewtwo is, and why he was one, because it didn't seem like it was something simple. The beings that created him were not like him, in fact they were smaller in some ways, he was a seven foot being, and he wondered why those sorter beings needed him.
The Mewtwo was walking around, and debating what to call himself until he heard a Mysterious Voice. (You have taken the first steps in a long journey. You have incredible power deep within you.)
The Mewtwo looked around, "who's there? Can you hear me?"
The Mysterious Voice continued to speak. (There is so much for you to learn in the road ahead. The road ahead contains many dangers. Including ones within your Heart, Spirit, Soul and Mind.) The voice didn't seem to pause. (Use your powers to learn about your Mind in order to find your Heart and Soul, so that you can strengthen your Spirit.)
The Mewtwo wondered, (is this Mysterious Voice inside of my mind?)
The Mysterious Voice seemed to sound benign as it spoke with the partially confused Pokémon. (Reach out with your Mind and move the rock. Don't fear your power.) The Mewtwo thought about what he heard.
The Mewtwo began using his powers to alter nearby rocks that he had kept his eyes on. Initially he was breaking them up, but as he focused his powers he was capable of understanding that his Mind was the source of the powers, or rather it was part of the source of his powers along with something else, and he was pleased to see the rocks alter and shift in size. (The power to destroy is easy. Can you use your powers to undo the destruction?) The Mysterious Voice said to the Mewtwo as he attempted to undo some of the damage he did to the rocks.
The Mewtwo focused intently on attempting to reverse the damage he caused to the rocks and the small area they were in. He looked at the pebbles for several minutes before he willed the molecules to reattach to one of the rocks. Only when they were put back together they had imperfections such as cracks and jagged edges, the sight frustrated him as he tried forcing things back, but sadly the result was not what he expected. "I couldn't fix it." He said to himself while he felt compelled to cry.
The Mysterious Voice spoke to him again. (Sometimes it is impossible to put something back together as it originally was. It may look different, feel different, and interact with the world differently, but it is still the same on the inside.) It was hard for the Mewtwo to understand exactly what this Mysterious Voice was.
He felt a strong bound with the Crystal, and looking at it before closing his eyes seemed to help him find clarity in his memories. He was able to understand through help from the Mysterious Voice, and the Crystal that he is a Pokémon called Mewtwo that was created by beings known as Humans.
Pokémon and Humans both live in the world together, yet from what he could tell most of them didn't recognize each other as equals. (I remember the First Voice... He was a Human... Dr. Bastion... He must've been my creator.) He was remembering that the scientist cared deeply for him. The Mewtwo felt a tear form in his eyes as he began thinking, he was thinking over the pieces of memories that felt like a giant puzzle within his mind.
(Those other Humans used him... I wanted to kill the fat one and his minions...) He suddenly remembered what happened when he broke free from his test tube. For a moment he could heard several voices around him until he unleashed a powerful Psychic based attack. The attack was so powerful that it destroyed the A3 Laboratories where he was made, and instantly disintegrated roughly ten humans while five others were seriously injured.
The Mysterious Voice spoke to the Mewtwo while he was remembering. "Did you really want to kill them? The scientist told you he wanted to help you out."
The Mewtwo stiffened his tail. (I... I actually did kill humans, and...) He suddenly got images in his head while he heard what sounded like metal being scratched and making a very high pitched sound that pierced the ears.
The sound caused him to have hardly any focus on the memories, the memories felt like images in a lake that were having ripples distort them. He recalled seeing the scientist help him in spite of the fact things weren't going as planned. He remembered hearing multitudes of voices while escaping from fire and metal that was inside of the facilities he was created in. He then saw an image of people taking away his creator while a multitude of round floating metal Pokémon helped the Mewtwo make his escape.
He tried flying back but the facilities exploded and he began to rapidly teleport across the oceans, and a lot of forests and mountains before he crashed into the dirt during the night. Had it really been yesterday when this all happened? It felt longer. Like he could've slept for a longer period of time before he finally woke up and tried to figure out who and what he is.
"Noooo!" He opened his eyes and from an impulse he fired a Psychic attack that devastated several trees in front of him. He clinched his chest while breathing heavily and stretched out his legs. He saw the small brown Pokémon that arrived earlier, and it fainted when he saw it.
Several minutes later the Mewtwo watched the Pokémon wake up. "Who?" The Pokémon was surprised when he saw the tall Mewtwo.
"Don't be afraid kid. I'm not going to hurt you." The Mewtwo looked at the Pokémon and noticed it was wearing a skull. It had a small bone club that it held on to tightly, and had a couple spikes in his back.
The little Pokémon was hardly a foot tall, and kept his brown eyes fixed on the Mewtwo. "Are you a monster?" He asked while shaking.
The Mewtwo bent down to keep eye level with the small Pokémon. "I think I am a Pokémon..." That one word seemed to repeat itself in his head along with the word Mewtwo.
"I've never seen a Pokémon like you before." The little Pokémon said.
The Mewtwo looked at the smaller being and asked. "What kind of Pokémon are you?"
"I am a Cubone... My name is Marrow..." The small Pokémon was still scared of the Mewtwo.
"I think I'm called Mewtwo... I honestly don't know..." The Mewtwo was thinking about a few things.
Marrow blinked for a moment as he asked. "What's your name?" He nervously asked.
Thinking back to the letters floating around in his head the Mewtwo said. "Call me Ken." The two looked at each other wondering what would happen next.