This has been an idea about Mewtwo, that I've been mulling over for sometime. I finally started writing it out. If people really like it then I'll start seriously writing more to it.
Chapter Title: What's Lost has been Found
"...help me..."
That voice, I recognize that voice...
"..I'm lost,...Mommy..."
I must go to her, find her. She needs my help. I know i've heard this voice before, i know it. It's from somewhere long long ago, from somewhere... dark...
He found her in the deep depths of a swamp. Gourgeist watched him with cautious curiosity, wondering why he graced these woods with his presence. The subtle shifting of leaves accompanied the movement of small rodent pokemon as they skittered away. He was too human to belong in their world. Too foreign and mutant, unnatural.
A lone Pumpkaboo harbored a lost and lonely soul within it. The soul was trapped, unable to find peace and therefore stuck in limbo.
"You are safe now.." He reached out his alien hands to grasp the trembling pumpkin pokemon before him.
"...Daddy?.." A soft female child's voice echoed from inside the Pumpkaboo. It sounded far away and like it was trapped in a glass bottle.
As he clutched the unwilling pokemon to his chest, his mind buzzed with dark ideas. It had been such a long time, so long since he'd played the hands of God. It was time to visit his old laboratory, if it was still there.
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The sky over the sea was grey and foreboding, as if responding to his presence. He descended from the skies, his feet touching down upon the soil of his long forgotten island. The fortress had long since fell into ruin. Walls and parapets crumbling and overrun with growth. The wind turbines had ceased function, and sagged with age. The ground was damp, a sign that it had rained recently. He doubted any of the machinery inside still operated.
As luck would have it though, most of the cloning apparatus was still in relatively decent shape. There were some parts that needed reconstruction, and fuses needed replacing. But the core of the technology was still in operating shape. He'd have to repair the wind turbines outside before electricity would be restored, but this was definitely a start.
"You won't be getting away, little one." He could see his reflection in the glass of an empty cloning tube. The fluid inside had long ago drained away, and while the stench was awful, it served as a perfect prison for his "guest." Using his psychic powers to elevate himself, and move the top away from the capsule, he promptly tossed the pumpkaboo inside. The frightened pokemon responded by rushing to escape, but the lid was slammed back upon the top, and sealed. Sealing away the plant pokemon's hopes as well.
Mewtwo stepped away from the cloning tube. Ease finally washed over him, and he indulged in his familiar surroundings. Time to create life again. Damaged pieces of technology lifted from the ground in response to his psychic influence, and as if he were a conductor leading an orchestra, he began to restore his laboratory to it's once former glory.
Outside the ocean water quaked and waves boiled up from out of the deep and began crashing against the shore of the island. Anger seemed to course through the waters, and the sky was beginning to respond, the clouds warping into a dark and dangerous hue. Mewtwo's sudden presence at his long abandoned fortress had not gone unnoticed.
The chapter is short because I didn't want to invest too much into this until I knew it would be received alright. Also, whenever I start reading a story I find it helps if the first chapter is kinda short, so That the point is reached quickly, and i can decide whether i like it or not from there. Anyway, if you want to read more, please tell me what you think. The story will be rather dark, but it will focus mostly of relationships between the characters. I'm Saij Spellhart and you can find me and my art on Deviant Art.