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Chapter 1
Mew's Point of View
I was flying. Flying freely to explore what the world has to offer. It was fun venturing off in your own, though sometimes one can't help but feel a bit lonesome. I can vaguely hear the sounds coming from the city below me, seeing the numerous people go upon their activities. Vehicles roamed across the roads like they were driving in an endless maze, buildings towering in varying heights casted bright lights. The reason why this city seemed more alive in the night than in the day escapes me, though I am more of a night creature myself, even if others thought otherwise. But I guess that was how humans want it to be.
I continued to float, invisibly of course, above this concrete jungle. From afar I can see a large number of people gathered in front of what seemed to be a large stage set in the middle of the park. I hovered closer, watching the crowd scream and cheer their lungs out for the band playing tonight. Judging from the number of people, which were up to a few thousands, this band was rather famous. Unfortunately, my timing was rather off, because a voice, so loud that it made my ears ring, announced the end of the concert. So much for enjoying music. Sighing, I floated away from the area and continued on.
Looking down on the almost crowded street, a young boy caught my attention, looking at about twelve years of age. Despite the fact that he has his cap on, I can only make out his jet black hair that was styled in a wavy manner. He wore a red vest and a gray shirt which seemed to be tainted with grease and sweat, his jeans, a shade of navy blue, and his crimson red shoes. A typical young trainer. Beside him walked his Pokémon, an Ampharos, whose height was almost the same as that of the boy, with the blood red sphere at the end of its tail gleaming in the evening city lights. The young man was talking constantly, casting few glances in front of him, and at some point smiling at the Electric Pokémon beside him as he walked. That smile of his, so warm and friendly. For some reason, he had reminded me of the boy I had met, Ash Ketchum. The Chosen One. He was truly a kind-hearted one, the most, actually, if you consider my point of view, yet he can sometimes be…foolish. Or idiotic might be a more proper word, even to the point where he had almost caused his own demise. People who possess this attitude were considered rare, and I can't help but feel grateful to know that not all humans were despicable as were the others. Some of them pay no heed to the welfare of Pokémon. They abuse, even kill them for their own sick pleasure. I had seen it once before, when I saw a group of humans hunt around the forest with their guns and such, killing whatever ill-fated Pokémon that came across their path.
Albeit people such as those exist, others honestly desire to take care of their Pokémon, to give them the love they needed, or in other circumstances, the love they deserve. Even some of them put their Pokémon's wellbeing above all others, even if they knew the consequences would be at the cost of their own lives. To elaborate further though, people such as these I have already met in some of my…misadventures. People who were like Ash, Nurse Joy, Officer Jenny, ect. So many different emotions, so many examples…
I would never comprehend such a diverse species.
Though after each passing day, with every town I had came upon, I was beginning to grasp more and more their different behaviors. At times, I watch over certain people to better understand how they behave, or how they 'operate', in technical terms. It was much more of a research, actually, than being an invasion of their privacy. After all, you shouldn't judge a whole race by a single individual. You'd be mistaken if you did so.
With a yawn, I found myself at the border of the city. Traveling around the metropolis was more energy consuming than what I had thought it would be. Past this boundary was a forest, where I now reside in, though only recently. The truth is that I don't usually stay in an area for long periods of time. I am a wanderer…no a traveler to be exact. I love exploring places which I was oblivious of. It makes me feel better knowing different places and the kinds of Pokémon that lived there. Even the people there I was curious of. Some even I grew fond of, something I had once thought to be unlikely. But the true reason behind this endeavor was that it also keeps me from getting rather bored. A legendary Pokémon like me could easily lose interest in any issue or matter once time passed by as if it were centuries, and doing nothing would make one go insane from boredom.
I wondered then, if I was in fact insane. No, that wouldn't be the case. If it were, then perhaps I wouldn't be having these thoughts then. But I would be lying if I were to say that it didn't happen, or almost happen. At that time, my tedium got the best of me and I ended up kidnapping that boy Ash's Pikachu, bringing him home with me with the sole purpose of keeping me company. I know it was not the right thing to do, and it was rather selfish on my part, but what would you expect from a Pokémon who was entitled to live for possibly several millennia? You'd be right if you thought they would engage in things like kidnapping out of sheer boredom. So it can't be helped.
I landed at what seemed to be the largest tree within a few kilometers of the forest. Perched on top of a branch overlooking the city in front of me, I caught sight of one of those human contraptions, whereas one would be capable of being airborne. It was called…"helicopter"…if I'm not mistaken. It was hovering above me, making the whole tree shake against the powerful gusts of wind, though I paid it little mind. It was too dark for them to see me.
This was one more thing why I was most intrigued by human beings. They never cease to amaze me with their never-ending desire for progress and industrialization. They are so innovative, to the point that they were able to accomplish something that was naturally impossible for them to do, hence the helicopter. Their need for development was what drives them to continue on and they make the best of it, sometimes learning something new in the process. Though some take it to the point of obsession, others just want to make their lives as uncomplicated as possible. That trait was something to be regarded with. Typical for human beings to have such a characteristic.
Another thing that drove me to feeling captivated by them was their aspiration in achieving even a single goal. It was quite funny, then, how they felt after accomplishing such tasks. The feelings of joy and totality were something one would definitely crave to feel, would they not?
My small hands found themselves clutching the base of the large branch. That, and even the leaves seemed to have warmth in them. Maybe my body was too cold that I would feel the heat in everything I touch. Or maybe I was so focused into my thoughts that it rendered my other senses more potent than usual. I didn't really know. With the helicopter a good distance away, I looked up towards the daunting moon. The way the silvery moonlight touch the now shadowy forest was…peaceful, though melancholic was a more accurate word. In its glinting luster, the moon appears to be alone by itself in the sky. Not a single wisp of cloud was present, nor a single star was there to accompany it. Devoid of any object or entity that might hinder its brilliance, the moon looked as if it was gazing down at me sadly.
Me, the origin of Pokémon. Mew.
Suddenly, I felt a slight prickling sensation on my back, and my fur bristled. I spun around quickly, scanning the area, feeling as though someone was there, watching me intently. Yet I saw no one, not a single soul. How could that be? Instinctively, I turned myself invisible, hoping that whoever had their gaze upon me, he would dismiss that I had flew away. But the sensation did not cease, in fact it had gotten a lot stronger. Who was there…? Who was watching me?
"It is pointless, you know, to turn yourself invisible."
I felt shock go through me, followed by a sense of dread and fear. Those words were not spoken vocally, but with the use of telepathy! It was psychic! There was also a sharp edge at the voice, enough to leave one unsettled. And it sure as hell left me as such at that moment. And as I turned my back, I came face to face with…
My eyes widened in shock as I saw the creature there. It… it couldn't be…! He was gazing at me, and although I couldn't see his face for he was facing against the daunting moonlight, I can sense the familiar bloodlust emanating from him, the emotion so potent that it looked as if it drowned his very being… and it scared me. Yet his eyes… it looked like it was blazing, and I suddenly found myself unable to move, paralyzed from fear. I felt like I was being drawn into his blood-red irises, my body benumbed, unwilling to heed to the desire of escape. Although amidst the world of confusion and horror that I was in, I managed to form a single question, or rather a statement.
"Mew…Mewtwo?" I asked.
The creature smirked, as though he was amused by my inquiry. I was confused at this, but prevented to let my emotions show. His voice as he answered…it was as though I was conversing with evil itself. It was a disturbingly bizarre feeling…
"No, I'm afraid you are mistaken. I come by as Zoron, not the Mewtwo whom you speak of. But I must admit, we do share almost the same psyche…" He said.
As I comprehend those words, he turned around, his form finally revealed by the shinning moonlight that blanketed us. Astoundingly, his appearance did have similarities with that of my clone, save the color of his fur. His fur was a light shade of gray, covering almost his whole form, including his armor-like chest that was a prominent feature in his species, whereas the color of his stomach and his tail was pure black. His eyes, the color of vivid red, a striking difference to Mewtwo's amethyst irises, seemed to gleam brightly in the moonlight as he stared expressionlessly at it. His look on his face had a hint of slyness to it, looking almost similar to the human's vampire. He moved like one as well. Slowly, yet forebodingly…
In my bewilderment, I found the sudden courage to ask, "What do you want from me?"
He quirked an evil smile, sending alarms flaring in my head, "I am on a mission for my superior, leader of NIEC…" then he shifted his gaze at me. That look of his… "And today, my first priority…is to capture you."
Almost immediately, my body reacted to his words before I even had time to comprehend it. A new surge of adrenaline shot into my bloodstream, making me feel somewhat frenzied. My desire to escape seemed to trigger my actions, like it was a defense mechanism built deep in my body. At that moment, it was as though time had passed by quickly, because the next thing I knew I had flown away from that part of the forest, finding myself almost a hundred yards away. He…he was here to capture me! A sense of desperation flooded me then, making my head swirl.
"It's futile to run away from me."
I stopped dead in my tracks, seeing Zoron appear before me. His form was slowly taking shape, as if a shadow itself had found a way to materialize into an independent illusion. A creature spawned from the shadows. My mouth was agape, feeling shock go through me. Wha… how did he…?
Seeing my bewildered look, he suppressed a small smirk, "You can't escape me Mew. No one can."
Then, without warning, I felt his arms gripped my neck. The hold, surprisingly, was not firm as I had thought it would initially be. It appears his action was not to strangle me to death, but had the sole purpose of preventing me from escaping.
I used what little strength my small arms had to pry his hands away, yet to no avail. I concentrated my psychic abilities on him, too see if I will be able to throw him off, but… what the…? I can't use my powers! My powers had ceased working! What did they do to me! Then a sudden wave of queasiness hit me, causing me to clutch my head. It was so powerful that it felt like I was about to vomit.
"Why can't I use my powers?" I winced at him, my eyes closed. Well, my telepathy seemed to be working, yet other than that, I was hopelessly in the mercy of this Mewtwo. Damn it! I feel sick…
The evil grin he gave me before he answered was…unsettling, "A device used to hinder one's psychic powers. It can be used effectively against both humans and Pokémon, considering the circumstances. Yet in reality, it was made exclusively for battles. However its side effects are not pleasant in the least. Don't be afraid, it is only for a short while. You have the scientists down there to blame though." He said, motioning his head on the ground right below us.
Reluctantly, I looked down, and saw…humans… dressed in white lab coats, some pointing at me, others staring in disbelieving looks. Then regretted looking at them in the first place, because as I realized how high up we were, it made my head swirl. I didn't understand this. I was used to heights now, because I had been flying for almost my whole life…then why did I get the feeling that I might hurl right then and there?
Maybe it was the side effect Zoron had mentioned not too long ago. Dare I ask him…? "Is your…device doing…this to me?" I asked hoarsely.
He nodded, "Indeed. The victims of the PB device would be feeling a great intensity of nausea and dizziness."
Damn it! What had I gone myself into? I was going to be captured, by this Pokémon and a bunch of human scientists. No! I would not be held captive by anyone! I began to squirm free of the Mewtwo's grip, though pathetically. Yet with every movement I made, I can feel my energy slowly being drained, my head doing somersaults.
"Damn it…let me go now!" I screamed at my attacker.
Though to my immense panic, he cocked an eyebrow, "Mew? Using profane language? I had never heard of that before." He stated amusingly.
I only doubled my efforts at this, feeling greatly panicked at the whole situation. I don't want to be in any kind of experiment! Only then that I realized that, physically, I was rather helpless. My abilities relied solely on my psychical powers, even my daily activities depended on it. Yet with their so-called device blocking it, making me unable to use even a single skill, luck was definitely not present on my side then.
The Mewtwo suddenly dropped his gaze, looking at the scientists below, then back at me, "Stop resisting. It would be much easier for you." But I did not heed his commands, instead rebelled fiercely against it. He looked at me with annoyed eyes, "Be still I say!" Again I did anything but. His grip around my neck suddenly hardened, and found myself being choked. Air it seemed, can't enter my lungs, as much as I tried. He…he was choking me!
I gazed into his eyes, giving him a pleading look. But his ruby irises began to glow purple, small wisps of deep violet escaping from it.
"You left me no choice then… Just…sleep…" As he said those words, I can feel myself edge closer and closer to slumber, my eyes slowly fluttering to a close. Wha…? My mind fully rebelled at the demand, but my traitorous body was utterly opposing it. I could only make out his pleased expression as I was forced to plunge into darkness…
The kitten like Pokémon suddenly became limp in the Mewtwo's hands, evidently fast asleep. He laid him down gently on the grass, still contemplating on how easy it was to capture this legendary Pokémon. When his superior had entitled him in this mission, he had expected there to be a challenging battle between the two, the ultimate creation of man against the origin of Pokémon. But the suggestion, or rather the order, of bringing the PB (Psychic Blocker) device had prevented him of doing such. He deeply enjoyed feeling the thrill of battling against opponents worthy of his time, because he knew that in the end, his victory was inevitable. He then wished that maybe he should have turned the device off and put matters into his own hands, possibly enjoying the exhilaration in battling such a powerful opponent. Yet it would not ensure a one hundred percent capture, therefore jeopardizing the mission.
And he surely doesn't want to disappoint his superior, because he owed him that and much more. After all, he had created him.
It intrigued him that there was another of his kind. He knew this, of course, that he was but a clone, and he was far too curious about his predecessor. Despite his feeling of how childish it seemed, he can't contradict it. If anything, he definitely wants to fight with him. He knew he was worth his time; he may even be strong enough to outdo him. But the later was highly unlikely, according to him, but intriguing, nonetheless.
In no moment at all, a team of human scientist had arrived, carrying with them various equipments. These apparatuses were so familiar to the Mewtwo that it made him squirm in uneasiness. The syringes most especially, with its pointed metal tip glinting in the moonlight. At the far corners of his mind, flashes of his past bared on him, making him feel sick and uneasy. The tests, the experimentations, the different, possibly deadly chemicals forced into his body… although he made an effort to rid himself of such memories, it proved rather impossible for him.
And even then, after arduous years of being trained and tested, it still haunts him in his sleep.
He got up and decided to head back to base, giving the scientists an icy glare as he passed them. To his amusement, they appear cringe at the glare, failing miserably to hide their emotions at the look that was given to them. He laughed silently to himself.
Oh how he loved watching others in misery and pain…
Finally, after seeing the Mewtwo leave them to their work, the scientists gave sighs of relief. They hate working with such a wicked, if not troublesome, creature who, in their views, was highly capable of killing them all in a single blow. Which was true, of course, but was unlikely to happen. Yet it won't be long now that they would be free from such disquiet.
As they continue in their agenda, the scientist carefully pulled out a blood sample from the still sleeping Mew, avoiding to further damage or injure such a fine specimen. And as much as they wanted to take the creature back to headquarters, they were ordered strictly only to acquire a blood sample, nothing more. Yet certain tests were required when obtaining blood from any living creature, so they had no choice but do it out in the open. As the syringe was lifted from the limp arm of the Psychic Pokémon, the crimson red liquid flowing freely inside, the scientist began to pack their various equipments up and left the legendary on his own, lying on the soft grass beneath his sleeping form as they returned to their vehicles. He will surely be confused when he comes to his senses, but until then he was incased in his own dreamless sleep…
A few hours later…
Mew's point of view
I felt my eyes slowly flutter open, and found myself gazing at the crisp dawning sky. I groggily sat up, only to receive a wave of nausea that suddenly hit my form. I clutched my head with my paw, moaning at the unexpected surge of queasiness. Damn it… I feel like crap… Still intoxicated with the need to sleep, I resisted, with much effort, to throw up. I clutch my right arm, feeling a small stab of pain there. What had happened? Did I black out or something…?
Then my eyes widened as the memories of what had occurred earlier came rushing back at me with force. Good god…I was attacked! But not only that, I was attacked by a Mewtwo! But… but how is that even possible?
I stood slowly, scanning my surroundings. No one was present, just the bare trees that resembled that of large skeletal hands. I had half-expected to awoken inside some sort of cage, being tested by those despicable scientists. But it seemed they left me here out in the open. Why this was, I did not know…I clasped my head, making certain that I would not make sudden movements. My head is killing me! Pain was not the cause of it, but the nausea, making me want to hurl. And the questions that were gnawing at me did nothing but make thing worse.
I had known that Mewtwo was the only one of his species, for he was created as a result from science. Perhaps Zoron earlier was created by Team Rocket, a clone from Mewtwo. Yet I was sure that Mewtwo killed all those who brought him into this world, and the memories of his existence erased from the minds of their despicable leader and his subordinates. Is it possible that he had remembered, and therefore created another clone? But that's highly unlikely…
Where did he come from them? The only reasonable answer I can think of was that he was created. A clone from a clone. Yet it only raised more questions.
Unless…
The thought was close to unthinkable, yet it was still possible. What if…what if Team Rocket wasn't the only one who created Mewtwo? Maybe there was another organization had supervised the creation of my clone. As Zoron had stated not too long ago, he had come from a place called NIEC.Is it possible that, after all this time when Mewtwo thought he was finally free from the clutches of humans, he was anything but? And somehow Zoron was created to capture him? If so, why bother to capture me? I wouldn't now, yet I would inform Mewtwo about this. As much as I hated the idea of seeing my clone, I have no other choice. Legendaries or not… sociable… with fellow legendaries as one would expect. Most tend to have… arrogance issues…
I got up slowly, making sure that I would not fall back down in doing so. The pain in my arm was beginning to sting as sweat drenched my whole form. Clutching it softly, I came to the conclusion that I was injected by a needle…What exactly did they do to me? Did they put some chemicals in my body? Did they poison me? The latter might not be a possibility, considering that I was still very much alive. My head swirled with so many questions that it began to throb.
Sighing, I began to fly away, not minding if my assailants, as of now, were still present. I was attacked in the middle of the night, and the sun was now breaking into the horizon, which only means they are long gone. As I reached a few hundred feet from the ground, I became aware that I had no idea where to go. I have already circled the city many times before, and doing so again would make no sense.
I clasped my head again as another wave of nausea hit me. I must be getting sick… Damn that infernal machine! Zoron had been right. The side effects were anything but pleasant. Yet contemplating on that, why would someone create such device? As he said, it was used mainly for battles. But why use one on me? What were they trying to accomplish?
It suddenly hit me, my thirst. It had been hours since I had last eaten. Or even drank. Scanning the ground below me, my eyes could only make out a small stream of water, only a few feet across, flowing towards the east. Diving down with much care, I can fell the wind pass through my soft pink fur, ruffling it in many directions. As the body of water neared to a good few feet from me, I inspected the area cautiously. The fact that my incident earlier was very much likely to happened again, I'm taking no chances. Sensing nothing out of the ordinary, I leaned down on the crystal clear water and took small, tentative sips. Ah… that was much better. The cool, tasteless liquid was more than enough to quench my thirst. It refreshed me from my sleep. But as much as I wanted it to be, it did nothing to aid me shed light into my still contrasting questions and emotions inside of my head.
But it did help me in figuring out what my next move would be.
There was only one Pokémon I knew of that knew where Mewtwo resides as of this moment, for I didn't know what had happened to him after our last encounter (which was rather an unpleasant experience). And where this Pokémon lives I knew of. Yes, I would ask her in the near future. But I would not dwell on it now. Maybe after a few short days, then I would proceed. A vacation is what one would need in a time like this.
I plunged into the cool water, the reason solely to wash my fur from sweat and dirt. The stream was not deep in itself, but enough for my whole body to be submerged and more. The coldness of the water was so welcoming to me after the "off-the-charts temperature", according to some newscasters yesterday. As my head surfaced though, I found myself face to face with a Pokémon.
I gave a startled cry as I thrashed in the water, evidently caught off guard by the sudden invasion of space. Fortunately I knew immediately who my intruder was.
"Damn it Celebi! You gave me a heart attack!" I shouted.
The Time Travel Pokémon only gave a small laugh at this, "Mew? Cursing? Well this is definitely a start."
I can't help but feel a bit annoyed at her statements, and remembered Zoron saying the same thing, but I didn't let it register in my face. It was true after all, "Yes, I suppose it is." I then flew from the water, my fur still dripping wet. I slight gust of wind enveloped around us, making me shiver from the cold. "Why are you even here?" I asked, my own arms encircling my body "I was even planning on searching for you to ask you something. But it seemed you beat me to it."
She gave me a sad look, something she rarely does. Though she tried to hide it, it was very much clear in her soft blue irises, "Can you fly and talk at the same time?" she asked me, hovering towards the sky.
I nodded and followed her, not a word was said as we continue to hover above the ground. As I gaze at the horizon, I can't help but be in awe as I came in full view of the picturesque sight in front of me. The sun, which has yet rise fully, gave off bold orange hues that tainted the once evening blue sky. As it melted further into the horizon, it bestowed upon a beautiful mix of two contrasting shades of blue and orange. The clouds, it seemed, reflected the soft rays of sunlight around its lithe edges, creating a rather striking effect.
Celebi, seeing my reaction, smile lightly, "It's beautiful, isn't it…"
I gave her a slight nod, not taking my eyes off the horizon, not truly realizing how dismal my voice is, "It definitely is…"
She cocked an eyebrow, "Why so depressing all of a sudden? What happened to that carefree, optimistic attitude I always see in you?"
I sighed, "I guess I'm just…confused…"
"About what?" she asked.
I then told her my experience in the forest last night, as well as the questions that had been gnawing at me since. I was expecting her to be shocked about my attack, but as I continue to state the story, she just nodded sadly. Unfortunately, even she had no clue to any of my questions regarding Mewtwo.
"I knew it would happen sooner…" she said
I raised an eyebrow, clearly confused, "What is that supposed to mean?"
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her give me a small sad look. For the reason behind it, I didn't know, but it made me feel…anxious, "Mew…I need to tell you something. It concerns both you and Mewtwo."
I stared at her, slightly stunned from her statement. "Me and Mewtwo? What about us?" I asked.
She answered, though a bit reluctantly, "I…I had a vision."
My eyes furrowed at this. As she said those words, I felt a sense of dread wash over me, making me feel under par. As one should know, being the Time Traveler Pokémon, Celebi's visions are not to be taken lightly, considering most were true and very much likely to happen, no matter how one would try to change the inevitable. The tone of her voice, as she said those few words, made me guess that whatever laid in them would not be pleasant at the least. But my sudden curiosity was overwhelming…
"You make it sound like what you saw was not likeable at the least…" I stated.
She confirmed my thoughts by nodding silently, "It was…disturbing."
I couldn't help but cringe at this. What she saw must have been very troubling for her. Her usual bubbly, happy-go-lucky mood, much similar to mine, was absent. Instead replaced by distress and confusion that was evident in her face. It quite scared me…
I stopped in my tracks, making her face me, "Celebi, what exactly did you see in your visions?" I asked, having a sense of dread that something bad might happen to me… or rather will happen to me.
At first, she let the question hang, then she answered, not looking me in the eye, "It wasn't entirely complete, the visions, I mean. They were just small wisps of scenes that played inside my head. But they were so vivid, as if it was happening right then. I saw you unconscious on the grass, with a Mewtwo sitting next to you. Only it wasn't Mewtwo. His fur was dark gray, and the rest of his body as black."
I stared, mouth agape, as she said those words. It was all ready happening!Then she continued…
"I even saw Mewtwo, fighting what seemed like another of his species. The battle was bloody, and frightening. I didn't really understand." She closed her eyes and gulped, "And what I saw next… it scared me to no end…"
She paused, looking at me intently to make sure I was still listening, then resumed. Though I wish she hadn't, because after hearing her next words, I too, was left dumb-founded, and tremendously horrified.
"I…I saw you die, Mew…"
Hello there! This is my very first story (I haven't made a single one in my life!), so take it easy on me. No flamers please! If you saw any errors, feel free to tell me :)
