I happily present chapter 3. It took awhile to decide how dark i was willing to let this story go. I think it would be best if I let this story continue to be serious. At least for right now. When Amber and Mewtwo start interacting it will get lighter and happier. ^w^


She was beautiful. A Fully developed Mew, encased in the huge glass cloning cylinder. It had taken a few weeks, He didn't want to rush the process in fear that a mutation would arise in the specimen. But his patience paid off, and floating in the the glass structure before him, was the body of a beautiful, successful mew. Of course not all had gone as planned, she was a little abnormal. But nothing too serious.

One of the side affects of trying to clone powerful and complex pokemon was slight abnormalities. This mew he cloned had longer then normal hair growth. There was an unsual tuft of fur on the top of her head, and along the bottoms of her ears. A slight mane started on her shoulders and ran down the spine of her back, tapering off before the start of her tail. The tip of the tail was also rather fuzzy and so were the elbows of her arms. As far as Mewtwo could tell the only other strange formation was the fur color lacked the pink of a regular mew, and was instead had a more lavender hue.

So she wasn't a perfect mew clone, But mewtwo adored the outcome all the same. The strange abnormalities served to make her unique. He pressed the tips of his fingers against the glass and continued to gaze at the specimen.

I just need to transfer her soul into this body. And then all it will take is time.

0000

3 weeks later...

It was 3 weeks since the transplant of the human soul, from the Pumpkaboo to the Mew body. After the transplant had been successful he released the pumpkin pokemon back to the wild. But much to his disappointment, the soul still hadn't woken up. He could sense its presence inside the mew body, but for some reason it wasn't taking hold. She wasn't waking up. How long was it going to take for the soul to develop and take to its host? How long..?

These past few weeks Mewtwo had failed to get adequate rest. He was constantly at the monitors, observing her bio-waves and brain-waves. Waiting to see an alteration, any sign of activity. But there was never any sign, not even the slightest. Now the powerful psychic pokemon was bordering his limit. There was only so much power he could exert before his brain became starved of rest. He decided that a short nap wouldn't destroy all of his work, he deserved it after all this.

The powerful psychic feline settled down in front of the monitors so he could hear them beep if they detected any activity from her. Exhausted he placed his head upon his arms and let his mind drift away into the dreamy darkness of oblivion.

"Mew~!"

He could hear a voice call in his mind. It was so far away, and he remembered it.

"Mew-me-me-mew~!"

That's right, it was the mew he encountered here at the lab, during his battle with the human trainers and their pokemon. He and the mew had engaged in all out war. And after that incident, this mew showed him that there was more to life than violence. But why was it here now? Why could he hear mew calling for him. Calling to him.

"MEW!" Mewtwo bolted awake with a startled cry. His eyes scanned the room around him, and he remembered that he was at his laboratory. His attention was drawn back to the monitors that were beeping wildly, and that must have been what woke him up.

She's awake? He turned his attention to the mew in the cloning cylinder. Her eyes were not open yet, and she was still curled into a ball, but her tail was twitching. The twitch was similar to that of any feline house cat, just a small worm-like wiggle, but it took brain activity to move a body. This was the evidence he needed, the soul had taken to the body and it was slowly learning to use the mew's neural pathways to move the muscles. Just a bit more time...

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2 weeks later

Another two weeks had passed quickly, and experiment Mew's progress was slow. The tail twitching was the most movement Mewtwo witnessed from the specimen for almost a weak. and it wasn't until the next week that her foot twitched followed but her leg the day after. There was definitely brain activity. And she hadn't lost any bio-waves, that meant she was still very healthy.

Mewtwo claimed he was a patient pokemon, but his actions contradicted his words. The powerful Psychic feline was wrought with stress and impatience. He wouldn't leave his lab for more than a few minutes, and he hadn't eaten anything since her tail moved two weeks prior. He wanted to make sure he was right there to greet her when she finally awoke.

0000

1 week later.

Mewtwo was absolutely exhausted and starved. The all-powerful psychic pokemon was reaching the limits of his physical body. He was also irrationally grumpy and emotional. His mind was having trouble harnessing his psychic abilities, and he'd catch himself often crushing and destroying lab equipment in his fits of rage. He had lost so much weight that his ribs protruded and pressed against his skin, making him look like a starved and shaved cougar.

In his anger he turned toward the mew specimen still in the cloning tube. He shot an angry glare, and let psychic energy converge around his clenched fists. One step at a time he approached the sleeping mew. He wasn't sure what he was going to do, but all this waiting needed to stop.

Why do you just sleep like that?! Is your little dream world so much more precious than this outside one? Do you mock me, dream girl?!

The thought suddenly occurred to him that he could enter her mind. Maybe he could find some answers that way. Mewtwo used the last shreds of his control to bite back his venomous anger. Control, just control... When he was calm enough to proceed, he let his mind and psychic energies drift away and into the mew's mind.

At first all he could see was pitch black darkness. Then after some searching he saw a light in the distance. The light was welcoming, but it was also cold and gray. He let his mind drift toward the light and soon found himself on a small city street. He knew this place, from somewhere far back in his memory, but he knew it. Mewtwo let his body manifest in this dream world, and continued to warily travel the city street. He was in search of activity, any sign that a consciousness dwell here. But so far it seemed very empty.

After awhile the street faded and became a cold and damp moss-covered cave. Mewtwo figured it would be dark inside, but upon entering the cave came alight with a myriad of glowing mushrooms. He followed the strange plant life to the back, confused why such a lush and natural place would form here. The cave finally opened up into a decent sized cavern, and in the middle of it was a mew, and a strange pink bubble.

Mewtwo approached the other pokemon with caution, this was not his mind world after all. Slowly and quietly he crept up on the mew, but it didn't seem to notice his presence. Instead it just lay there sprawled out on the ground with labored breathing.

Mewtwo studied the pokemon before him, very confused. Why are you here? And why are you suffering?

He turned his attention to the bubble that was also there. There was a figure inside it. The figure seemed to be struggling as well. He wasn't sure how he missed it at first, and stepped closer to peer inside.

There was a little girl inside, she was curled up and breathing heavily. This is the consciousness of the human girl. So she was the human soul he transplanted. But why is she trapped?

Mewtwo's eyes widened in realization, and he turned back to the sick mew on the ground.

Is this your body?

The mew of course did not answer him. Just continued to shakily take in breaths of air.

It all made sense now. The mew he'd grown as a host for the human soul, it had manifested its own consciousness. And now the two souls were fighting for dominance. So far it seemed mew was winning. But both souls seemed so exhausted, and sick. This wasn't how it was meant to be. One of them need put out of their misery.

He felt pain weigh heavily on his heart at the thought of doing this. But sacrifices had to be made for science. Using his immense psychic energy he teleported mew's soul away. With a blast of blue energy he sent it far away to the plain of ghost pokemon. With the disappearance of the mew soul, the pink barrier came down, and the little girl was released.

Immediately the cave and all the glowing mushrooms peeled away, disintegrated like a flock of butterflies. Around him a new surrounding formed. He suddenly found himself in a warm little human house. And the little girl was now sleeping inside a human bed.

No more fighting little one. You are in control now.

Mewtwo approached a quaint little child's desk next to the little girl's bed. There was a photo of a mother and father, and the little girl in a frame. And then there were many pages of drawings rendered in crayon. Each drawing was signed with the same cute little name.

Amber...

-AMBER!

Mewtwo felt his mind, start to race. All the surroundings began to stretch, and in response he flailed his arms and clutched his head, his mind reeled away from hers. Everything stretched and faded, and then all went black. Finally after so many weeks, his mind shut down so it could rest.


And thus concludes chapter 3. Feel free to tell me what you think. Again if you want to read more, you need to TELL me. I have enough stories going on that I need to finish, and I have things going on in my life. I need to know that people actually want to hear this story. Otherwise I'll focus my attention elsewhere. Simple as that. You take a few minutes to review and tell me what you think, and I'll take some time out of my week, and write up a new chapter.

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As always, your author Saij Spellhart. Find me on DA, I have a TON of pokemon art.