Being Mewtwo:

the story of Two.

sounds of electronics and machines, feet rushing about and men giving orders ring throughout my ears, everything seems to be amplified somewhat. seconds blurred into minutes, blurring into hours yet I somehow experienced a second as if it where a minute, this would only be confirmed upon my release if ever it came.

"Power outage is at 50% and increasing." said one lab attendant rather excitedly,

"Add more power. Increase it to 100%" demanded an well dressed man,

"What? It suddenly jumped to 87% sir." stated the attendant in surprise,

"Just do as I asked!"

Not a moment later it reached 100% but it didn't stop

"... What do you mean it's exceeding 100%?" questioned the suited Man,

"107... 118... 127... 135... 146... 179... 238... 302... 389... 428... steadying at 500% Sir" the attendant shouted in a scared exited manor,

"HAHA HA... it's working." smiled the suit,

"1000! DEAD!" shouted the attendant.

All went dark, the backup generates struggled to light up the lab. The power seemed to have been drawn in through other sources of energy. The door to my chamber opened, stepping out into a mist I felt different, better, improved. I no longer had five fingers and toes, this was the first thing I noticed; the second was that I seemed to float over the mist. An almost colourless bulb floated around my body as if it was playing with me... finally realising it to be a tail extending from my lower behind.

"Excellent!, begin secondary trials." exclaimed the suited Man.

"Right away Sir." finished the attendant as he scurried away out into another part of the building.

"Come with me while we discuss the terms of your service, and what to do with your body." asked the Suited man.

Looking over at the table I saw myself in slumber, it felt like an outer body experience. Soon after this, we were gathered round a desk as the man sat in a big fancy chair with a file in his hand.

"Sign this agreement sheet if you will." he asked polity, showing some discomfort to this.

I touch the paper which two things happened; first I felt every word of the document fill my mind, and my signature appeared where it should.

"Interesting indeed. follow Bill here, he will train you." finished the man fingering another man to enter the room.

"You know something, I tried this before but failed. I mistakenly transferred my conciousness into a clefairy, but thanks to a friend they sorted me out..." said Bill nostalgically "... here is a test drone, let me see what you've got already."

With that I tackled the drone dummy, 10% damage received, result - ineffective. I kicked up off the ground and spun around tackling it from behind, 15%, result - slight improvement. Again i tackled until I couldn't couldn't move. I managed to land a critical hit dealing 40% damage to the drone.

"You're psychic..." he implied, so Focused on the drone.

The drone vibrated damage received 30%, results - somewhat effective. again receiving a maximum damage of 45%.

"What else you got?" taunted Bill. Fisting my hands I felt energy surging from the environment to my hands.. releasing it on the drone, malfunction... malfunc... malf.. ma.

"The drone registered 110& damage. That's incredible. I think its to rest." and I agreed. I gathered some of the same energy as before and placed focused it, feeling it was the natural thing to do. Crossing my legs I was floating, gaining height, the energy seemed to pulsate through my body revitalising myself. I fell hitting the ground I fainted.

The following week seemed to be full of training, attacking drones until I fainted or ran out of energy. One time I powered down the whole training room and so received new training. Manoeuvrability, it was obvious I could fly or appear to fly. The week after that seemed to be about ground Manoeuvres.

The colour of my skin and body didn't seem to bother me because until seeing a picture of what I believe to be me, seemed wrong. The photo depicted me as being purple, red and pale. I was mostly Grey, with yellowy undersides, the bulb on my tail was transparent almost which gave of a violet glow. Next to the picture stood the suited man, he seemed smaller than me in the picture. But in life I was similar if not a little smaller than him. Then I realized that I wasn't the first volunteer.

I felt the earth quake, moving towards it I sensed danger.

GET OUT! I screamed in my head, sending a pulse of energy towards the epicentre towards an explosion as the side of the building caved in. A Machamp and Onix appeared roaring wildly. Everyone scurried about trying to get to safety, Only to be blocked by two shadow's.

A male voice shouted out to Onix to create another earthquake which shock the building, causing some of the roofing to fall blocking people's paths.

"You can take them, use what I taught you." whispered Bill looking at me from under a table.

Gathering energy from around my body into my hands I flew around Onix's head luring him out of the building readying myself. Onix dug under the ground, popping up snapping his jaw at me as he climbed the sky, slowing down he began to fall, unable to catch me. Landing on the side of a building Onix was angered. Seeing his anger I pushed the energy from my hands into Onix's face causing confusion he head-butted himself, Onix eventually fainted.

Machamp ran towards me using Onix as a platform to gain height. I just tail whipped him. Feeling energy pulsating throughout my body, my tail-whip seemed to have had a greater effect. Machamp recovered, picking up rock's he tried to smash me. failing to land one hit, Machamp got angrier using all four arms he threw a machine gun of rocks, unable to dodge all of them I fell to the ground, dazed. By the time I had recovered Machamp squeezed me under his strength.

"Prepare for trouble..."

"... And make it double"

"To protect the world from devastation..."

"... To unite all peoples within our nation"

"To denounce the evils of truth and love..."

"... To extend our reach to the stars above"

"Jessie..."

"... James"

"Team Rocket blast of at the speed of light..."

"... Surrender now or prepare to fight"

"Mewth that's right!"

"Wabbuffet."

SMACK - as a ball landed on my head, dazed I felt like i was being sucked in a small hole.