[Incoming Transmission]
Why have I suddenly reappeared after so long off the grid? Well, partly, it was school starting back up, and I just now found time. But really, basically what happened is I got a couple of favorites on a few of my stories, and it kind of kicked me into gear about getting this next chapter that I promised done. So, as promised, I bring you this:
COMMENCE CHAPTER 2!
It is well known that Giovanni is the leader of the criminal organization known as Team Rocket. What is not so well known is why. Why does Giovanni have a criminal organization? Why is he obsessed with gaining power and, as an extent, powerful pokémon? Why did he fund, or even commission, the New Island research in the first place? What did he have to gain from it?
Now, though, you have seen a small insight into the answers of those questions. You may not understand it right now, but it is there. However, to truly understand what you have been shown, you must know the answer to this, final question:
Who, truly, is Giovanni?
Two and a half years ago
I had finally made it. I knew that I had. I could feel it in my bones. This was that place that I had been looking for. It had been weeks—no, months—since I had last seen any sign of life apart from the occasional Wailord that kindly allowed me a rest from my flying. I had hardly seen any land either until about two days ago.
Now, though, I could finally see my destination. It was exactly like the mountain in my dream, and as I approached it I began seeing signs of roads, and the occasional building. However, once I looked closer at them, I saw they were old and derelict stone buildings, nothing like the lab that I was born in. There were pokémon living inside them, but I paid them no heed, instead continuing even faster towards my destination. It was almost as if the sight of it had wiped away all of my fatigue from the journey, and replaced it with newfound strength.
When I finally did reach the mountain, though, I could still feel that my destination wasn't quite where I was, so I continued on, past the mountain. Then, as I passed around a small cluster of trees growing on the mountainside, I saw it. This was my destination.
It truly was beautiful; what seemed at first glance to be a giant tree was in fact a rock formation that I could sense was full of pokémon living inside, and it was encircled by a ring of nine peaks that seemed to form the weathered and broken caldera of an extinct volcano. Yes, beautiful, indeed, but even more so was the feeling of warmth and welcome that it exuded, drawing one in like the smell of fresh bread to a bakery.
'How do I know what a bakery is? No matter, I must get there.'
I drew closer, following instinct to get myself to the source of it all, the heart of the Tree. I passed many pokémon on the way, and got no small amount of strange – but not hostile, no, the Tree seemed to prevent anything hostile from even happening near it – looks from them. They'd probably never seen the likes of me. No, scratch that, they hadn't seen the likes of me: I am the only one.
The inexorable urge to find the source of the feeling led me through a deep maze of tunnels riddling the tree, and, at times, across huge chasms or vast rooms, or a combination thereof. Eventually, though, my search was at an end, with myself standing in a tall chamber with a massive glowing crystal pillar running floor to vaulted ceiling, and other, smaller crystals growing around the chamber. All the crystals were glowing faintly, and, if one listened carefully enough, were also producing a humming noise that created an atmosphere of complete calm in the room, so subtle that it was almost silent.
Of course, there, flitting around the main crystal pillar was the one I had come to find: Mew. I approached the small feline, sending out a single thought to it, the surprise of a foreign mind inside its own causing Mew to pause for a moment, turning towards my now-perceived presence in the chamber.
/Hello, Mew. I'd like to talk to you./
Three years ago, Pallet Town
February 1st. It was a day that I would always remember for as long as I lived. That was the day that we first got word of Mewtwo beginning to surface from her long slumber. It was also the beginning of the time frame that our son was due to be born.
Of course, we did have a celebratory party at the lab, inviting some of the friends we had from Pallet Town along with us, and granting the scientists a tenuous day off, which would be suspended in the case of anything urgent. Though we may have been granted that one day of peace, things just got worse from there. The next day, Ekisha, the town's eccentric psychic hermit fell ill, an event followed in quick succession the next day by a huge late-winter storm that he had been unable to predict due to the onset of the illness.
The storm brought with it lightning the likes of which had never been seen anywhere on the continent before, which in turn brought down the wrath of grass fires on the surrounding countryside. Despite the heavy rain the storm also brought, the fires raged well into the next day before the town's meager volunteer fire brigade, aided by everyone in the town able to, could put them out.
Then, the next day, February 5th, we received the news that the town's monthly supply ship had been blown off course in the storm and wrecked in the treacherous waters to the east. The entire day, and much of the next, was spent laboring in helicopters in an attempt to save both the ship's crew and the supplies on it.
On the sixth day of that fateful week, the skies and seas were calm, save for the near-constant sound of helicopters entering and leaving the town's small airfield with supplies and people. I had just returned from another trip to the shipwreck and was preparing for another trip when the radio suddenly burst to life with the sound of the South Island Research Facility emergency call signal, before somebody spoke.
"Sir! It's Mewtwo! She's waking up!"
I quickly signaled to the nearest person on the ground over.
"Agent Whittemore! Get my wife over here! It's urgent business at the lab!"
"Yes sir, Giovanni, sir!" With a salute, agent Whittemore vanished back towards the town, returning minutes later with my wife in tow. As my wife climbed in, I turned to her, a smile on my face.
"This is it, Delia; Mewtwo is waking up."
"I know, Jonathan. I can hardly wait to meet her."
Thirteen minutes later,
Offshore from the South Island Research Facility
As we left the smoldering wreckage of the lab, Delia suddenly cried out, clutching my arm and pointing to the sea below us.
"Jonathan! There's somebody down there!"
I looked out the window, seeing the man bobbing aimlessly in the restless water. I dove from the helicopter in a maneuver that I had practiced far too many times over the last day rescuing sailors from the sea. A body board and a harness quickly followed me, courtesy of the co-pilot. I dragged both over to the barely unconscious man, strapping him into the body board even as I strapped myself into the harness, before signaling the helicopter to bring us back up.
"Agent Karlov! We must get this man medical attention immediately!"
"Yes sir, Giovanni."
As the helicopter pulled away, I identified the man as Dr. Shinobu Fuji, the head scientist on the Mewtwo project. It was hard to tell through the burns covering his body that that was who he was, but he was still breathing, and that was the important part.
We had to figure out what had happened.
Present day, off the south shore of Pallet Town
I awoke to the sound of muffled explosions. Of course, that's not something one normally wakes up to, is it? When I finally became fully awake, I actually opened my eyes and saw that the cause of these explosions was in fact lightning, and that I was floating atop the water inside a sphere of a strange green-tinged pink energy. When I realized what this was, I began to panic.
'No! They can't see this! They'll find out!'
I quickly dove out of the sphere into the water below me as a white light engulfed me, leaving the small, yellow-furred form I had held behind, and replacing it with a smooth, serpentine, cream-colored one. As I swam below the surface in this new form, I saw a multitude of sea-dwellers hiding in some kind of shelter from this storm. I swam up to one of the ones less likely to believe that I would eat it, and asked it what had happened.
The Gyrados looked at me questioningly, and I clarified, "Sorry, I was asleep when this started, and I woke up in to middle of it."
He nodded in understanding, before replying, "Yeah, this storm just appeared out of nowhere, really suddenly. It's only been going for about two, three minutes tops, and it's just getting rougher and rougher. If you need some shelter, you could always come into my cave…"
I rolled my eyes. Males. "No, I'll be fine. I need to get home as soon as possible so that my family doesn't worry." A slight fib on my part, considering that half of my family was just—as far as I could tell—killed by this storm, but there still was one left that needed me even more than the others would've.
I swam off towards the shallower waters of the shoreline, making my way to one of the many caves that riddled the seafloor near it. After homing in on the right one, I swam in, following the tunnel upwards. Eventually, I reached the surface, a small chamber hidden underground in the hills near town.
Again, a white light engulfed me, as I returned to the small yellow form I had held earlier in the day. I quickly ran out of the cave I was in, making a mad dash for the town. More specifically, a mad dash for my home. It wasn't very impressive, especially not when you consider that the now deceased owner ran not only a multi-billion dollar security corporation, but also one of the most successful pokémon gyms in the world.
I quickly ducked into the nearest window, and rushed upstairs to my master's – no, my brother's – room. I slipped into his bed, and returned to my true form.
/Brother…/ My voice was a mere whisper. /…I'm so sorry, I couldn't keep them safe./
I held back the tears that threatened to fall. I wanted to cry so much, but I had to stay strong for my brother. I gave a small sniffle, before hardening my resolve.
/I may not have been able to keep them safe, and I may not be able to keep you safe,/ I declared, /but I know someone who can keep you safe. They're kind of like my grandma, and now, we're going to live with them, and we'll both be safe./
With that final declaration, I hugged my brother tight, and the world dropped away…
Eighteen years ago,
Seventeen hundred miles south-by-southwest of Rota
"And this is what I found this time," the man gestured to the small item on the table, "a fossil."
"A fossil?" another man questioned skeptically. "Is this all you have to offer us, Professor Feorr?"
"Quiet, Agrus," came the sharp command from the youngest man there. Agrus shut his mouth with a snap, before the young man continued. "The true question, Professor Feorr, is not Agrus's foolish question, oh no. The true question, Malkean, is whether it was a part of Mew. That is our true question."
"Well, sir, we do believe that it is a part of Mew, although the DNA may not be stable enough to―"
The final man in the tent, who had kept silent for almost the entire trip, interrupted the professor. "No matter, we'll simply find something to splice any holes in the genetic code that we find. And after all, if this truly is a fossil of Mew as you say, Professor, then we should be able to create the strongest pokémon in existence."
The young man smiled. "Excellent, Doctor Fuji. I can't wait to see some results."
Ooh! Looking back into the history of Mewtwo (and I'm sure all the hardcore fans recognize that last scene, despite the extra words), Giovanni's relentless search for the truth about the New Island incident, natural disasters and more! Where could I possibly be going with this?!
No, seriously, I'm still not sure what path to make my main characters take. I'll leave it as an open question for you guys to answer in reviews.
Also, sorry if I got your hopes up, all I did was change the timeline for the timeskips in this chapter so that things would fit in properly.
And, as always, R&R, my minions!
[Transmission Terminated]
