A Meaning for
All
"And there is a meaning for all..." Bill, the Pokemon scientist said.
"A meaning for all..." Ash repeated slowly. His voice dropped off as he thought: A meaning for all, Pokemon and humans alike...what is mine? What is Pikachu's? What is Team Rocket's? They are bad, they have no meaning. Or maybe they do. Are they any bad Pokemon? Would they have a purpose? Yes, they would.....
The memory flashed from my mind. I realized with a start that he was wrong. Yes, there were bad Pokemon. But no, they had no meaning, at least not me anyway. I had been using my psychic powers to enter Ash's memories. I had to know why he saved Mew and me from destroying eachother. I remember it all.....
"STOP!" he screamed, running between us. We were going to destroy eachother, to kill. When he stopped us, when I had hit him, I couldn't stop.
When I did hit him, I was blasted back, my mind reeling. I had felt something more then fear. I had felt a wave of love so strong it hurt. People had always hated me. But this one, the only one, was now dead, because of me.
He is human! I can't pity him! I thought desperately. Then, his Pikachu ran up and tried to shake him awake. Hr thundershocked him again and again. Then, he realized the truth, his master was dead.
Then...he cried. A Pokemon cried for his fallen master. For the person who had loved him, cared for him. It was all too much. I could feel a tear forming. But I refused to cry for a human. "Stupid idiot!" I roared in anger. At him or me, I'll never know.
All the Pokemon were crying now too. Their tears forming a soft tornado around the still body. Like the legend so long ago. Mew was also crying. I wasn't. I was the only one.
Suddenly, Pikachu collapsed beside his master, out of electricity, out of tears, out of hope. It was all too much, the tear fell. I watched it move toward the tornado. Pokemon did not just destroy, they could create and save. Just like humans.
Ash stirred, Pikachu leapt up, into his arms. Now they were both crying. The tear covering the flame of hatred was gone. So was my small act of weakness.
I still turned to Mew. I destroyed the human's memory of the horror of what had happened at this forbidden castle as a small last kindness.
Ash had known there was a point to life. I don't know what it is, but it must be there.
Ash loved me when he didn't even know me. It might of just been because I was a Pokemon. But...
Feeling love once had weakened me enough. I can't let it happen again. I know now how to live my life, to love or to hate, to kill or not to kill. Perhaps, one day, I will rethink my decision. But, for now, I am merely an angry and lost soul, trapped in a mind cut only to hate, trapped in a body made only to kill.
I can feel no love.
I AM MEWTWO.
Note* Hey. This is what I think of Mewtwo. I'm not trying to be evil or anything. It's just how I see him. I don't see him as a sappy creature in love with Mew. So please, no flamings on the part of him being evil.