WARNING - SUGGESTED GRAPHIC CONTENT
Chapter 1- Acknowledgement
The psychic feline naively looked around his surroundings, his young brain processing his seemingly endless tide of emotions. He was impressed, scared, intimidated, disgusted, shocked, and angered all at once. He could not believe what he saw: a room. No, a lab to be more exact. That sparked his anger.
The lab was abandoned, as if the mere prospect of a Mewtwo had scared the cowardly geniuses known as "scientists" away as fast as their insufficient human legs could carry them. They had run away from all the nightmares they had both created and caused over the past two years, unaware of the countless deaths that formed a bounty for a certain clone to receive. That bounty had been issued in this facility, unbeknownst to the small number of scientists who previously lived there.
The lavender colored Pokemon looked around the room he was in: a brightly lit room with had a white ceiling, white floors, and white walls. He stuck out like a sore thumb, and he hated it. Everything and anything colorful stood out, which made it virtually impossible for a Pokemon or human's actions to go unnoticed.
Since everything stood out, the mentally scarred Mewtwo could see the numerous anatomy posters on the walls, the surgical tools on trays, and the metal from the cages that made up about three quarters of the walls. They were all empty, but that would not change the fact that at least five Marrowak skulls were visible on the floor and the surgical tools were not clean.
Dark eyes were done sweeping that room, a look of disgust reflected off their glassy surface to the world. The lone Mewtwo was in shock, and had just made up his mind: He was leaving.
Only one thing stopped him: the faint, weak, yet piercing cry of a lone Pokemon. The purple being suppressed his attack driven instincts and looked around. The location of the sound was an inconspicuous looking cage built into the wall, currently occupied by a lone, starving, small, shiny Eevee.