Just as a precaution Pokemon dosen't belong to me nor do I calm any owership in part or whole of this franchise. Pokemon is (c) to Nintendo and 4Kids Television. THere...now we can get on with the story. God I HATE having to give a discalmier for every story I make...it's just annoying!

Well...this can't possibly get any worse...I know this, because I'm currently standing in a court full of my fellow Pokémon, and one human trainer, but they seem to be rather upset at me. I was only following orders. Go and stop a raging forest fire. That's all!

Yeah but honestly this week has royally sucked, but I now know that this day tops off my week of crap! Perhaps you can tell me why I'm about to be sentenced to death for stopping a forest fire with Ice Beam? Oh, you can't, well sit back and I'll tell you the whole story...

It was a simple accident…I mean I was in danger of dying...and I re-acted on gut instinct. I mean sure I stopped the fire and turned the remainder of the forest into a barren ice covered wasteland, but...this just seems wrong somehow. And here is where it goes down hill... It all began a month ago...

My head hurt...alot! I still couldn't see too much as my eyes we closed. I noticed right away that something was wrong...or at least I thought so. I tried to sit upright, but I couldn't...I felt heavier for some reason...'Like my back is tied down with bricks, or has a shell'

Well regardless I stood up, still taking care to keep my eyes closed and tried to stretch and I say tried simply because as I did I fell backwards again. This time however I forced my eyes open just wondering what the hell was wrong! As I stopped swaying back and forth I began to think 'Well this sucks. I don't know why I keep falling down like this, or...more to the point...where am I?!'

I simply moaned and looked down at my stomach to realize "huh...I have a shell." Then it hit me. "I HAVE A SHELL?!" I immediately jumped to my feet and began to check myself over. 'Two arms...two short blue arms, a yellow and brown shell, a bald head...' then something felt weird... it felt like I had a tail. I turned to look behind me and sure enough there it was one sky blue and short stubby tail!

I then thought to myself 'This can't be..it just can't be...' The next thing I heard was a voice saying "can't be what... can't be real?" And once again I jumped from surprise as I turned to see what looked like a giant white and purple cat. (At least I thought it looked like a cat...kinda) "You're wondering who I am...aren't you?" it asked without moving its mouth. "W-what are you?" I asked just out of plain fear. I could hear it laughing as he replied...again with out moving its mouth at all. "My name is Mewtwo. You don't remember anything from your past do you?"

This Mewtwo seemed to know more about me than I did at this moment as my headache seemed to be causing me a bout of memory loss, so all I could do is nod my head in reply.

Although he preferred to speak with something other than his mouth I could still see him smile as he said "Well I suppose in order to survive here, you will need some of your memory back. Hold still."

Naturally my first instinct was to turn and bolt away from this crazed thing. But before I could turn to run…I felt a jolt of pain run through my head and I suddenly slumped to the floor. I could still feel my heartbeat so I knew I wasn't dead. (Which is a really good thing, or we wouldn't have a story.)

I was on my back again. But this time I didn't really mind. I stood up as my legs weren't quite ready to stand and I fell back down on my face. As I did however, the memories of my childhood came flashing back to me...or as Mewtwo had put it...what I needed to survive.

I immediately rounded on him with a stone hard glare. He didn't look the least bit phased and eventually I backed off a few steps.

He then asked me mentally "Do you remember now?" My natural response was of course "Mewtwo...the only pokémon created by humans. To serve humans."

His expression looked angered as he replied "I don't serve humans! Not anymore. Speak of that again, and you won't live long enough to see this place!"

His 'voice' creeped me out, and in reflex action my arms retracted inside my shell. It was then that I felt something. It felt like a book, and now I was curious.

I pulled my arms back out and almost immediately recognized my old pokemon TCG book! "Awesome!" I cried, completely forgetting Mewtwo was there.

Then remembering Mewtwo was there...I blushed and asked "How did this get here?" The psychic pokemon's dull expression didn't change as he replied "When I restored your memories, that book mysteriously appeared inside your shell. As to where it came from I haven't a clue."

I looked up at him and nodded. I then proceeded to turn around and opened the book, and suddenly another question formed in my head, but as I turned around to ask...Mewtwo had disappeared. 'Bastard used teleport.' I said to myself knowing I would most likely never see Mewtwo again.

But wherever Mewtwo had gone didn't really concern me anyway. I continued to read and look through my TCG book as I walked in a completely random direction. Which really wasn't a good idea as I couldn't see where I was going.

The next thing I knew I was running, and then rolling down a rather steep hill. Now I'm not sure if I hit the bottom of the hill, but the one thing I am absolutely assured of is this...hills didn't scream in pain when one hit the bottom.

I was on my back...again! "This has got to stop." I said aloud. The next thing I knew it felt like a bolt of lighting struck me...and hard as I screamed in pain. Although my body was convulsing from the shock, I somehow managed to roll onto my belly and finally got a glimpse of what I had landed on previous.

"Aw crap..." was my only response as I was looking up at a very pissed off orange and brown mouse, with a lighting bolt for a tail...and then I remembered who this pokemon was, a Raichu. And this Raichu was clearly pissed off as he was charging up another massive Thunderbolt as he said "I would tell you my name, but you're about to die. So no real point." He then discharged the bolt straight down on my head...