I'm considering making this an M, but for now it's a T. Please review saying whether you think that I should change it to a M or whether it's okay as is. May include lemons later (le gasp!), in which case it will become a M, of course, but for now... so yeah. Read and review and all that jazz.

A bit of random trivia for you, this is based on a story I wrote when I was about ten. Reading my old story and then reading this is a very good confidence boost. xD

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. No matter how much I wish I do. Although I do own Minos and my mutants, I don't own the species used to make the mutants. I own the characters, not the species, so to speak. :l

Warning: Violence, minor language, and probably yaoi. Although I do like yuri and hetero too, so expect that as well. ^^

Chapter One

I blinked. Twice. What on Earth was this? I opened and closed my mouth for a bit, like a fish, unsure of where I was - or what I was for that matter. I looked down at myself; at the sharp claws and the green fur. I had opposable thumbs, multipedal limbs and a tail, by the looks of it. My mind was filled with knowledge I had never been taught - that of Pokemon, trainers and science. English too, evidently. Looking up, I watched the people in coats walk past, looking all smart and intelligent. A shiver ran up my spine, and all I could think for a moment was 'I aught to kill them'.

What a wonderful, weird thought.

I noticed paper on a nearby desk, entitled: "Minos: The Ultimate Mutation". I blinked... Minos... that certainly struck a cord. My name perhaps? I would have shrugged had I not been held still by tubes and cables. I looked around, noticing many other mutants. Umbreon's mixed with Crobats, among other things, and many Pokemon that looked like their type had been changed.

Two things occured to me just then - I was in a glass tube. The second thing was that I had to get out, no matter what.

I searched my inbuilt knowledge banks, searching for any abilities or powers I had. I discovered that I most definatly had strong psychic powers, and quite a few others. Flicking my wrist, a crack shot through the glass of the tube. I smiled slightly, and scientists all around jumped, startled. They started yelling at each other, saying things in their human language, while I simply stared at the crack, trying to break it with my mind.

There was a much louder crack - more like a bang - and the glass shaterred. Green liquid leaked out of the remains of the tube, while I stood, smiling. I pulled at the cables and tubes sticking in to me, snapping them off one by one, as humans ran around me - panicing. One of the aimed a metal device at me, one I knew was called a gun and could do some serious damage - and fired. I raised my arm out of instinct, and a strange wall of energy appeared between myself and the bullet. I grinned, proud of my power, while the human whimpered. I flicked my wrist again, at the human burst in to flames. He screamed as his flesh burnt away, leaving a horrid smell in the air, and my grin became dark. This could be fun.

I sent fire left, right and centre, burning all that was in my way. The mutants also broke out of their tubes, and followed me - all the while leaping out of my path as my flames turned in their direction. I bit down on one humans neck, and a rich liquid squirted out. I assumed it was blood, although it tasted surprisingly nice for an essential bodily fluid. I licked my lips, turning on the other scientists with wild eyes and a hungry stomach.

I looked \around at the destroyed labrotory. Dead bodies littered the floor, and the scent of blood and death was thick in the air. I bent down to one human, who seemed to be alive despite his lack of an arm, and smiled at him. "What is... was, this place?" I asked, correcting myself as I spoke.

The man looked at me with terrified eyes, shaking violently. "A b-base for research..." He stuttured, "We were l-looking at-t creating d-different species..."

I snorted. Well, they'd done one thing right. "Who hired you, then?" I asked.

The man shuddured, obviously close to death. "T-Team Rocket."

I blinked - I knew that name. But from where? I sighed, "Well. I'll have to visit this Team Rocket. And as for you... hm..."

I looked down at the human, leaning in close. I could see my heavy breathing was fogging up his glasses, and his blood covered face was also coated in sweat. No surprise there. I licked at the blood on his neck thoughtfully. He shuddured violently, and I smiled. "I like you..." I all but whispered. "Maybe... I wonder if I could..."

I searched my thoughts, seeing if I could heal him, and decided to just wing it. I put my hands over his neck and thought about healing him, but to no avail. I paused, and then smiled slightly. The place where I had licked away the blood had healed over. Magical healing spit - those goons had really gone to town. I licked at the blood, and soon the wound where his arm had once been was gone. I worked my way up to his neck diligently, removing wounds and eating at the same time. A win win scenario, I do believe.

The Umbreon-Crobat hybrid walked up to me as I finished with the humans wounds. "My Ultimate? Are we ready to leave?" He asked diligently.

I looked down at the human, who was staring at me with terrified and confused eyes. They'd even programmed it in to these mutants brains to call me their 'Ultimate'? Jeez. "Of course. Who are you?" I asked, turning to the strange quadreped. "Sir Jacq." He said, nodding politely.

"Cool. Call me Minos." I said, picking up the human and putting him over my shoulder. "And what do I call you, human?"

The human jumped in surprise. I found it surpisingly easy to hold him, despite his jumping, and automatically I guessed that I'd also been programmed to be strong. Because the scientists had nothing better to do. "M-me? Uh... Tom..." He mumbled.

I nodded. "Alright. Tom, Jacq. Let's go."

I looked around. We had to be on an island, didn't we? I hummed, scratching at the back of my neck, when Tom shakily whispered something. "You have wings."

I blinked. "Pardon?"

"You have wings." He tentitivly poked them with his one good arm, before grabbing the corner and unfurling it for me. "See?"

I hummed. "So I do." I said, ignoring the odd feeling that having someone else touch aforementioned wings gave me.

I looked around. It seemed that most of the mutants had wings, and a large amount of the ones that didn't could simply fly through manipulating psychic energies or something of the sorts. I paused, before turning to Jacq. "Make sure every one is with someone who can fly well, and preferably is strong. So they can actually get off of this damn island."

Jacq nodded before marching off to set about completing his orders. I smiled to myself, humming a tune I didn't know. "So, Tom. Scientist?"

"W-what?" He asked, staring at me.

How on earth he manged to twist his body to look at me like that, I don't know. "I said scientist. Why?"

"Oh. Um. Well, I like science. And my mum and dad met up during one of the experiments, so I guess I just grew up to be like this." He said.

He was surprisngly happy talking like this, I noted, know that he wasn't bleeding to death anymore. "I see. What experiment?"

By the look on Tom's face, he wanted to ask me why I wanted to know so much. Thankfully, he didn't ask, because I wasn't sure myself. "A Pokemon to human experiment."

"Oh, so they were scientists?"

"My dad was. My mum was part of the experiment."

A silence hung in the air, and I tilted my head slightly. Now that he mentioned it, I could definatly see reminants of a Pokemon through the way he held himself and the way his eyes looked, but I didn't know which one. "Oh. Interesting. What Pokemon?"

"A Sableye." He mumbled, blushing.

"Explains the eyes." I said, looking in to said, incredibly blue and shiny, eyes.

Tom nodded, muttering something along the lines of "Yeah, I guess."

I chuckled, but didn't get a chance to reply as Jacq came marching back over. "The task is completed, Ultimate."

"Good, good. We'll be off then."

I spread my wings, flapping them experimently. "Let's hope you got this right." I whispered quietly to Tom, before running to the edge of the island and jumping.

I flapped rapidly, and found that it kept me in the air. I slowed down the pace of wings ever so slowly, and found that I could stay airborne so long as I put power in to my downstrokes. If I put even more power in to them, I flew. I grinned, doing a loop in the air, and Tom yelped. Of course, humans weren't built to fly. To me it just felt natural. Jacq and the rest of the mutants followed suit, and soon we were off. This was going to get interesting.