Hooray, I finished this Chapter, an interseting chapter of them all.

Mewtwo: Well, I think you should take a break, and start on actual stories, as well as edit them, as well, you should find a beta reader.

As if you could write something better.

Mewtwo: We'll see.

*Sigh* I don't own Pokemon, if I did, then why am I still on this site? However, I do own the OC's that haven't appeared in this story that hasn't sppeared anywhere else, especially the future characters.


Chapter 3: Project Bio-Clone, START!


Mewtwo POV:

Ugh. My head…I could feel something. This feeling, it's so, warm. As I struggled to even move, hear, or see, I heard a voice.

"Life…"

Life?

"Wonderful…"

What does this mean?

"Wobba…"

Wait, now what?

"Fet!"

That cry…I heard it before.

I soon opened my eyes to view my surroundings. I was in some sort of infirmary, where there was a sink, and my arm had a bandage around it. I heard the same cry.

"Wob…bufet!"

I just groaned in annoyance, in sight of the irritating Pokemon, and I was still in pain, since my head was throbbing for one.

"Well, it's about time you woke up."

I looked to my left, where the voice was coming from.

(Sabrina!)

Sabrina was just sitting on the bed looking at me with her hand over her mouth like she wasn't supposed to say something.

"Uhm…Mewtwo…heeheee. You, got, something on your face-"

She had bursted out laughing after hearing that. I just ran to the nearest mirror I could find.

(What the?)

There was an entire series of doodles, sketches, and other childish acts drawn onto my face.

"Haunt,haunt,haunt,haunt!(Man, I want to do that again!)"

I turned around to face the ghost Pokemon, Haunter.

(You!)

"Haunt?(Yes?)"

My paws had a large ball of darkness in it.

"Haunter…(Mother…)"

I chucked it into the ghost, sending him back and through the wall. Sabrina stopped her laughing fit after Haunter went through the wall.

"Mewtwo, it's really no harm done. It's just a small joke, besides, he always does these kinds of things to people."

I just grabbed a towel from the sink, and put some water on it to wash my face.

"Mewtwo, what are we going to do now? Those people had extracted some of our DNA, and they might come back."

I just stood silently.

"Well?"

I unwrapped the bandage off my arm.

(I'm leaving.)

I tossed the bandage in the nearby trash can.

"What?"

(If you want to stop me, go ahead, I'm going to look into that "Team Bio.")

"You are not going to leave here now! We have to make sure that wound isn't infected!"

I just looked at my arm. It still had some blood on it.

(I can handle things on my own. I have more intelligence than any other living being on this planet, so I think that medical treatment wouldn't be necessary.)

I closed my eyes concentrating my thoughts onto one location.

(Farewell for now.)


3rd Person:

Mewtwo had then teleported himself out of the infirmary room. Sabrina just sat back down on her bed. The door then clicked open.

"How's my little girl?"

Sabrina turned to see the person at the door.

"Father, I told you to stop calling me that, I'm twenty one if you haven't realized."

He came over and sat next to her.

"I know, it's just that it's hard, especially when you spent about the last thirteen years in isolation with her 'former self'. Sabrina, I'm glad that boy broke you out of your telekinesis trance."

Sabrina just sighed. Then she put a small smirk.

"Guess your right."

She then hugged him.

"Aw…I sometimes still miss those days."

Sabrina heard a cry from the doorway.

"Espeon, how are you?"

Espeon leaped up and curled up into her trainer's lap. Sabrina then looked at her father sternly.

"Father, do you have any idea who Team Bio is?"

Her father looked at her with wide eyes. He then stood up after a good minute.

"I haven't just heard of them…I was their lead scientist."


Mewtwo just teleported inside his room. His thoughts were only concentrated on one thing:

(Team Bio…)

He turned on his laptop. Typing noises were heard, until a *ping* was heard. Mewtwo then looked at the camera, or the reader.

(Here's a few articles.)

Mewtwo read the first article:


TEAM BIO HAS EMERGED ANEW IN ACCEPTANCE!

Team Bio were once the most successful medical team in Kanto. However, they were shortly out ruled by Pokemon Centers, so in their attempts to keep making money, they changed their facility to Pokemon research. They kept some of their medical traits by producing the best Vitamins, X-Items, and medicine for department stores and Pokemon centers. What their research is about is very unknown, but sources have been told that have Pokemon been involved in their research. That is all that has been said so far, however, we will always keep looking into this.


Mewtwo then looked at the next newspaper article:


BIO HELP OR BIO HAZARD?

The Team of researcher and medics have been discovered that they have been in DNA experiments and cruelty to the Pokemon they have been using. Their labs have been discovered to contain that one of their Pokemon, has DNA of genetic chromosomes that have been altered to go through a half-gender change. This was the first unisex Pokemon ever created, a male and female Charizard. This Charizard had also been able to produce sunlight at the moment it was called out. Further analysis had been shown that it contained Groudon DNA as well. Where does this team of medics find this research and technology?


Then, there was one last article:


BIO'S RELOCATION?

The once proud team of medics has recently disappeared. Their base has been seen to be completely decimated with no traces of their research or technology has been left in the ruins. However, there was only an entry of one single scientist that was left in the ruins:

"I don't know what went wrong. Was it a mistake to create such a thing? This project, B.L.A.S.T, or Bio Life Armour Supreme Technologies, was this an error for my creation? My daughter, your father is coming home. When you are old enough and I am ready to tell you and for you to know about this, I will tell you the whole story. Now, the facility had been working on the armour technology for their extremely greedy purposes. They had been planning to use the armour for world domination. Actually, no surprise, but the technology had some over engineered DNA, which contained specimen samples of all types of Pokemon. There were plans of mass production for these armours. There was one last option for me. I had to destroy all of the progress and technology with one of their own projects. The project hadn't been complete yet, since the refinement stage wasn't completed yet, so there was only a prototype. The best one, was my own creation.

Codenamed: Proto-123, Eclipse.

It was unbalanced, but the only one that could enhance a being's power to whoever wears it. I had been researching what would have been the best Pokemon to use as a base. Mew, having every possible type of move, was my choice. I was able to use this as the key of my research, and was able to build it. It was powerful enough to blow up half of the moon! And now there were still the balance issues. When I put it on, to destroy the base, of course, I had lost my energy in about thirty minutes. However, this armour had one thing that the others didn't. A unique source when exhausted. An adrenaline boost. It would of course enhance their abilities, but enough to change the armour's appearance. The looks weren't just for show, but I'd rather go into detail when I finished perfecting the armour, and I have finished creating a mind, a soul for it as well. If you wish to awaken Eclipse, then you must enter a password. But for now, I must take my leave and forget the ruinous research I've created, forever."

Now, who is this mysterious scientist? We have no more evidence in these ruined labs, but I assume that this Armour Project would have been a very large threat.


Mewtwo looked at the observed articles. He was confused beyond belief.


Mewtwo's POV:

What does it all mean? These articles, they explain of such profanity of a human able to use a Pokemon as an armour, it doesn't make sense! Is this even possible? I started putting a command for printing the articles. I just put my head in my hands while it was printing.

(Does this even exist? Eclipse, a Pokemon that started as a shell for a weapon, to have a soul?)

I heard a knock. I just turned around and opened it with my psychic powers.

"Wouldn't standing up and opening it manually been easier?"

No less, the person who was at my door was Sabrina.

(What do you want Sabrina? Shouldn't you be battling other weakling trainers?)

"My father told me everything."

I just turned around to face her.

(What do you mean by everything?)

"He told me enough to know the Eclipse Pokemon Armour password."

I just scowled under my breath. I just turned around to face the printing article in front of me.

"I wish to bring hope to humanity."

I turned around to look at her.

(I beg your pardon?)

"I wish to bring hope to humanity. My father had intended to use the Armour for peace, so he chose one that would fit the situation."

I just scoffed.

(And just how is building a weapon a start for bringing hope to humans?)

I looked at my newly printed-papers.

(And from the looks of it, they may be trying too hard to create a powerful design.)

I handed her the paper with the report of the armour, which included a picture.

"It's almost similar to your design and body structure."

The picture, although not very clear, did have my body structure, but a tad shorter, it was blue in body color, had purple stomach, black hand and leg highlights, a facial structure similar to those of a "Lucario" had a spike in it's chest, and a tail the same colour of it's stomach. One difference was that one of the arms was a bit shaped to fit like a blade.

"Haunter!(Ha! I think he did a great imitation of you!)"

Mewtwo turned around to face the ghost Pokemon.

(You!)

"Haunter Haunt, Haunter!(Catch me if you can sucker!)"

The ghost Pokemon phased upstairs, where Sabrina and I had to go and chase him.


3rd Person:

Although, as these two were chasing a very irritating Haunter, there was a man outside the Saffron City Gym door.

"Was it a right thing to tell her of the truth?"


Meanwhile on an island that was out of a normal person's view:

A man in a white coat was walking on the island with another man in a black suit. They were both carrying a few vials. The black suited man tripped over a rock, but landed perfectly on his feet to catch the vials.

"Don't drop those."

"So I screwed up part of the mission in getting the DNA and genetics. It wasn't that large of a deal."

The man in the lab coat turned around to face him. He looked in his mid forties, wore a pair of glasses, had a bald spot, with some grey hair jutting out away from that part of the scalp, and had a small beard coming from his chin.

"Yes it is a 'big deal'. Thanks to you, our jobs are on the line!"

The black suited man looked at him.

"Albert, it's no big deal at all. I engineer the DNA, boss likes me again, he forgets this ever happened, problem solved. Besides! I have gotten better in that field!"

The white suited man just looked forward.

"If you're talking about stupidity Johnny, then yes."

They kept walking until they had reached a rocky mountain wall. Albert then touched a part of the wall.

"It's Albert, the password is Lines in the Sand."

"Password accepted."

The large part of the wall gave way, showing a dark room ahead of them.

"Let's just hurry Johnny."

Albert just walked in casually, while Johnny was struggling to carry the large amount of vials.


In a large dark room, they were faced with many brightly alit computer screens, a few closed doors that said: DANGER DO NOT ENTER, in front of them, and some scientists conversing with each other. Upon entering they see someone in front of one of the colorful monitors.

"You two are late, the other teams got here about twenty seven minutes ago."

Albert stepped back a little holding his hands in front of him.

"I'm sorry, I'll try to get this idiot to do better."

"You better Albert."

The dark man held his hand out.

"Hand me those vials."

Johnny stumbled to walk with the box of vials.

"Oh for crying out loud."

The box was swiped out of Johnny's hands.

"Now, let's get started."

He turned on a mic near the desk.

"Calling the top scientists of Team Bio, to the board room! I want you all there in less than two minutes!"


Two minutes later, borad room:

So far there were only seven scientists in the room. The leading man, who had stepped out of the darkness had worn a dark black suit, black pants to fit him. He also had a red tie. His hair had spiked up and combed back a bit unnaturally, that he could pass off as the next Phoenix Wright. A scientist next to him spoke from the left of him.

"Excuse me Master Damian, I would just like to say that you should really stop watching those Internet meme videos."

Damian struck a finger out in front of the scientist's face.

"I object Carl!"

Damian heard the door open, to see a stout scientist walking into the room.

"You're late."

The man stopped to look at Damian.

"I'm sorry, I had to finish working on this latest project that you might like."

The stout man then held a portable USB. Damian then took the object from his fingers.

"For what is on this Mitch?"

Mitch sat in his chair.

"Load the file sir."

Damian then turned on the projector, while putting the USB in his laptop, bringing up a few drawings and stats.

"Ah. I see. So this was worth a bit of your time to get here. Do you have the plans or blueprints for this new project?"

Mitch pointed to a drawing document.

"Third on the left."

Soon, a drawing of at least four of three different beings were on the screen.

"Excellent. Since you are the one that had engineered this, you will be off of the soldier and armour project. You will get started on building this right away."

Damian turned to face the other seven scientists.

"Now, for the rest of you. You'll be in charge in creating your own Bio-Clone. You must have it be based on this Pokemon's body structure."

A picture of our favourite purple feline humanoid appeared on-screen.

"You are allowed to tamper with the type elements, as long as when their fetus forms are created, it will be up for inspection. And remember, I need their DNA and statistics to not match as individuals, in a sense, create a completely different person."

Soon, almost every scientist started flooding out, until Damian called out to Albert.

"Albert, you are not dismissed yet."

Albert turned around to face Damian.

"Uh, may I ask why?"

Damian then pulled a lever, revealing a dark room on the other side of a door.

"You Albert are going to work on a special project for me."

Albert looked at the room with a nervous look. Damian just shook his head.

"Don't let the dark ominous room intimidate you. All you need for this creation is in here."

Albert and Damian walked into the room.

"Sir, what's this room for anyway?"

"This room is a top-secret room for you. Since you are the top scientist, you are to build me a female clone. And remember, not to have it match it all. And one more thing, the adrenaline boost must be required."

Albert just looked extremely surprised.

"What? But I-"

Damian looked at him with a fixed gaze of a glare.

"Albert, I am fully aware that you were friends with him. He has surely taught you something about that."

Albert looked at Damian with a cold gaze under his hair.

"Fine, I just need the blueprints, the female DNA, and it might take me a month."

Damian looked at him with confusion.

"What?"

"Well, if you want completely different and unique individuals, it's gonna take awhile to adjust the DNA to make it into only containing chromosomes, genetic makeup, and physical appearances, as well as building finding the old blueprints."

Damian just shook his head.

"Why?"

Albert just put his face into a thinking position.

"I don't know, I just follow what the author writes about, I'm not even sure if that's possible. But I'm pretty sure it involves splcing the sturture genes, implant female hormones and chromosones, something similar to a gender change. But don't you worry sir, I'll have it done within the month."

Damian just walked out of the room.

"Fine, you have a month, as well as the others."

The door closed behind him.


Damian entered an elevator, seeing a locked door with a keyphrase. He just pressed the button, and spoke into it

"Phoinex Rose."

The door opened revealing yet another, dark room. (This guy sure loves dark rooms.)


Damian entered his office and sat in his desk, so to speak.

"That power, I will refuse to give up until I have it."

He then pressed a button opening another door.

"And now, I will ask you again, what is the key to your power?"

Eyes then opened up in the darkness.

(I will never tell you the key, that power, it should be used for harmony, not greed! Never greed!)

Another button was heard as it was pushed.

"GAAAAAAAHHHAAAAHHHHH!"

Volts were heard that seemed like the power was set at twenty three-milliamps.

"You…will…tell….ME!"

Soon, the shock had ended, where a purple tail drooped below him.

(Not…a chance…in hell…)

Damian just turned around with his back facing the dark figure.

"So much talk for someone who has been shocked with a lethal dose of electricity. From the looks of things, you won't last much longer, but I need that secret. So, I think I'll stop, you are needed for helping me create your female counterpart."

Damian walked away leaving the purple tailed figure. Thoughts streamed through the head of the dark figure:

Well I'll be damned. I just hope I can make the next month, the boost has got to kick in soon, I don't have much time left…


Welp. I'm done.

Mewtwo: There's a reference.

I know, I put it in there intentionally, hope someone can find out where it is, and where it comes from.

*Mewtwo's watch beeps.*

Mewtwo: I have to go, I have a date with Neva and Lyric.

I love other author characters, I don't own them either.

Mewtwo: Lyric, hey, I'll be there in a sec.

*bleep*

Mewtwo: Neva, is Morgan taking care of him? Yes, yes, I'll be there. I love you too.

*I just sweadrop*

Uh...Mewtwo, that's not-

*Mewtwo just teleports out of room.*

?: IS HE ON ANOTHER DATE WITH THOSE TWO?

Uh, yes.

*Another teleporting sound was heard.*

Oh this will not end well.