Hey guys I'm back with a new chapter. Sorry its' taken so long to write the next chapter. Been busy with… stuff. Anyway. So Ana's been captured and the last chapter was pretty rough. This one is going to be a filler to add to characters later in the chapter. So don't worry. Ana will be coming back. Just not yet. This will be the second pov of the chapter sonder. i hope you like it and please leave a comment of what you think.
Chapter 9: A Good Day To Start New
Groups of pokemon have been eyeing the strange looking thing that suddenly appeared on the cliff. He/she/it has been going to the ledge starring into the ocean at sunset and sunrise everyday for a month now. Everyday they would see it in the same location just starring as the sky went from a clear blue to beautiful yellow and orange and finally to a soft red until the light finally faded. On occasional nights they would see the thing move just a fraction of an inch when the sky would behold a beautiful violet. It wasn't often so they thought maybe it was their imagination. No one has dared approach the pokemon. They just sat and watched as the sun gleams and dances off the shiny armor waiting for something to happen. The sun sets and as the last strand of neon orange light is no longer visible, a brilliant flash of purple illuminates the sky and the thing on the ledge is gone.
Another flash of purple illuminates the early dawn. The sun was just coming up and this time he was almost alone. Except for the other one that was following him.
"Why do you care so much about watching the sunsets and sunrises? So much that you constantly teleport around the world just to see as many as you can in one day?" asked a small pink floating cat pokemon that suddenly appeared and hovered over the shiny metal helmet.
The mysterious pokemon gave no reply. Just sat in silence and continued to watch the sunrise. The pink pokemon, not wanting to be ignored, lowered itself into the view of the pokemon obstructing the view of the sunrise.
"I'm Mew. It's a plea-"
Mew got cut off as a tremendous pulse of black energy came hurling towards Mew and he was forced to evade. The strange pokemon kept staring into the sunrise as if nothing had happened. The sun grew higher and higher into the sky. The sky growing from a deep blue to a softer blue as a yellow/orange orb grew nigger and higher into the sky. It seems as though the night was trying to fight back against the rising sun just for a couple more minutes of darkness. The colors blended and merged in the sky until it finally formed a clear blue.
A flash of purple and the pokemon was gone.
I wonder what's his problem. Thought Mew. Whatever then, he won't find a friendlier pokemon than me so I guess he wants to be alone. What an ass. I'm done with this game of hide n' seek. I don't know how he has so much power to keep jumping across the world like that so many times in one day. A dimmer less vivid flash of pink illuminates the dawn and Mew is gone.
The loner pokemon regresses to his solitary island. He has made a home for himself in the highest cliff of the volcano the overlooks the vast ocean. It's not a very big island but it is void of other life. He made sure of it. That's where he decided to build his house. Using his massive amounts of psychic energy he carved logs and doors and every thing he needed from trees or got from the surrounding ecosystem. Whatever wasn't available to him he simply went into random cities and took by force.
At first people were shocked and amazed at this being that they have never seen before. He looked regal in his armor, and a little frightening. People were soon to find out that he is actually completely frightening. He destroyed anything, or anyone, that stood in his way of achieving what he wanted. He has learned that humans are evil creatures. Ever since he was first brought into this world. They were inferior and petty; he had no use for them.
His cabin was built in a matter of hours; the most time consuming objective was actually finding a design for his house. He ransacked many libraries and homes to find a good idea. He even took an industrial generator from a warehouse company and a petrol tanker truck for when he wanted electricity. With his vast psychic ability he can get knowledge from anywhere he wanted just by reading the minds of people anywhere.
Pretty soon whenever he was spotted people would call for military support to capture and detain him. It was futile though. He could obliterate whole cities on a mere whim. But that was usually too much trouble for such a measly race. He just took what he needed and left.
It was a very nice house. The humans would be jealous. It was two floors, had half a dozen bathrooms and a dozen rooms. The second story of the house had a no middle section where the dining room was because he wanted it to be visible from both floors. He had a state of the art kitchen as well as everything else in his house. Everything was pristine and new, people would pay millions of dollars to be able to live in one like his. Each bedroom had huge back TV's, or so the humans called them, with beautiful furniture and comfy beds. His was the nicest room, of course, with the largest TV and the largest bed. The wall facing the ocean was completely made of glass to overlook the sea, and it even had a balcony. He hasn't been in this world very long and he hated people and other pokemon so if he was going to be by himself he might as well like what he makes.
It was time to go watch his first sunset. With a brilliant purple flash he teleported to his ledge on the cliff overlooking the ocean. The pokemon were waiting, but this time there was more. Something was odd; he was getting a bad feeling. He decided to ignore it and continue watching his sunset. No one could hurt him anyway so why did it matter.
Suddenly a gunshot was heard and a tranquilizer dart suddenly appeared inches from the metal helmet where he stopped the bullet. He then turned it around and fired it back. A low grunt and thud came from somewhere in the forest. Then another deeper boom and out came a pair of bolas flying towards the pokemon. This time he left off a shockwave of psychic energy that disintegrated the rope and headed for the forest line. The black wall of energy hit and destroyed the first couple rows of trees and shrubbery and whatever else was hiding in them. As purple flames licked the surrounding vegetation a tall man with tan skin and black hair that was slicked back came out of the trees.
"Mewtwo!" He called out, "Don't you want to come back home?" he said with a sneer. "I know you are all alone out here. Its' got to be hard, you can just come back with us."
Mewtwo, never breaking contact with the sunset, formed a giant psychic hand and sent the purple hand to grab the man. A few other men dressed in all black with red R's on their shirt started running to help him but he lifted up a hand as if to tell them to halt. As the purple fingers wrapped around the man, the hand suddenly shimmered and evaporated into thin air.
"I've been planning on seeing you again, did you honestly think I would come unprepared. None of your psychic attacks can affect me so long as I have this coat on." The man smiled proudly. "It is made of white sage and black obsidian to ward off psychic energies."
"We will see" Mewtwo said accepting the challenge. "Prepare yourself Giovanni" suddenly and a bubble of black energy, so dark you can no longer see through, started pulsating around Mewtwo. He unleashed the powerful attack as the bubble suddenly started growing, swallowing up everything. All life was drained out of anything it touched, grass and flowers withered, trees began to decay and crumble, even the rocks started to embrittle and crumble away to nothingness.
Giovanni didn't trust that coat to save his life so he turned and tried to run, as well as all the other team rockets. But it was too late. They were all swallowed up into the dark bubble. Giovanni's coat burst into purple flames as he fell to the floor struggling to remove it. All the other team rocket members as well as the other pokemon were instantly killed and reduced to a pile of bones. The bubble finally vanished and everything within a 15-yard radius was completely stripped bare. Even the cliff hanging over the edge started to give way because the psychic attack ate through most of that too. Mewtwo stayed sitting on the crumbling cliff, still intent on finishing his sunset. Giovanni lay behind him screaming in agony from his burns and was even missing a couple fingers that didn't share in his coats protection.
A brilliant purple light shot across the dimming sky. There. That makes this all worth it. Thought Mewtwo. It is very rare when a sunset glows violet, it has something to do with the way light is bent and the dust particles in the atmosphere that absorb the bent light to make it seem to give off a purple hue. Whatever the reason, this is why Mewtwo visits all the sunsets and sunrises that he can for this one rare moment of awe and majesty.
Another flash of purple and the pokemon is gone, leaving behind purple burning trees and smoke filling the air as bodies of humans and pokemon alike scatter the field. Then the cliff gave way and all evidence of a mass murder was plunged into the sea. No one will know, except for a deformed man who is badly burned running through the forestry.
Mewtwo returned to his home not feeling even a bit remorseful. They all deserved it to him. The pokemon where concocting a plan to get rid of him. He never bothered anyone; he just wanted to watch the sunsets. All of the Team Rockets definitely deserved to die, nothing there but a bunch of thieves, rapist and murderers. All of them were greedy and power hungry and did whatever they wanted to anyone.
"Hello there, again" The bubbly Mew popped into Mewtwo's room interrupting his thoughts.
Mewtwo just got up and walked away. Mew followed shortly after. "I never got to see your face before. You only wear that armor when you out and about huh?" Mew asked curiously. Mewtwo kept ignoring him. "You have a wonderful home. Did you build it all by yourself?" Mew kept talking not letting Mewtwo's quietness get the better of him.
Mewtwo couldn't help but feel a little prideful about that comment. After he did build it all by himself and he took great care of it. It's the only thing he owned in this world.
Mew couldn't sense anything from the pokemon. He couldn't even read any thoughts or anything. He was sealed off tighter than any vault in the world. "Like I said earlier. My name is Mew." Mew repeated. This time he was actually able to finish the sentence.
Still only silence coming from the pokemon. At least he hasn't battered me away or anything. Probably doesn't want to risk destroying something in his house. Mew thought with a devilish smile creeping on his face. "So I guess you are just ignoring me instead of attacking me because you take too much pride in this house huh?" Mew asked.
Mewtwo stopped in his tracks.
Bingo! Thought Mew
Mew was right. Mewtwo didn't want to damage his house so he was walking towards the exit of the house but it seems Mew caught on a little too quick.
Mew stopped following Mewtwo and started to wander around the house. "Well since you wont show me around I guess I'll do it myself."
Fucking pest. Mewtwo thought. He teleported back to his room and put up a barrier so Mew couldn't get in.
At first it was quiet. Mew will probably get bored and leave, either way Mewtwo was not coming out to socialize. Then suddenly Mew's humming began to fill the house. It was a familiar tune that Mewtwo has heard many times, but couldn't remember from where. He dropped the barrier and teleported out to find Mew.
"Where did you hear that song?" Mewtwo demanded.
"Hi my name is Mew. What's yours?" obviously avoiding the question until Mewtwo and Mew become acquainted.
"Ugh fine! I'm Mewtwo." He responded.
"Mewtwo? Like Mew part two? Like I'm Mew one and you are Mewtwo?" Mew asked confused.
"Yes exactly. I was cloned using your DNA. But I am far superior. So stop pushing my patience or I will make the pokedex have one less entry." Mewtwo threatened.
"So we are like brothers then? That's fantastic! I have always been alone. I am the only one of my species so I think its great to have a bother." Mew said cheerfully not even taking notice to the threat.
"Now, about that song you were humming? Where is it from?" Mewtwo demanded.
"Ok no problem, I'll tell you. Anything for my brother" Mew said with a lot of emphasis on the brother. Mewtwo got an annoyed look on his face but continued to listen. "It's a song from an ancient tale. Back when Arceus was actually on Earth and watched over it. Every year on the moons closest perigee they would have a festival to celebrate Arceus. And the song that they would play is 'Call to the Gods' or the song I was just humming. It's a very rare song that was entrusted to the Guardians of Arceus, or Arceus's Muse in ancient times. In fact there is only one lineage left that I know of that was entrusted with the song. But the last pokemon died not too long ago."
"What do you mean the 'guardians of Arceus'?" Mewtwo asked curiously.
"Well just like the humans believe in prophets from their God, we have guardians of Arceus. It's a sacred lineage that kept the history of pokemon and was even able to talk with Arceus, but has been dying out due to human interactions like being caught or killed or even from other causes, and they are always females. The last one was killed during childbirth I believe and the egg didn't even make it. It is also said that in ancient times guardians of Arceus even had the power to rival Arceus himself, if they were able to unlock their true power that is. But Arceus has long since revoked that privilege fearing that the guardian would one day decide to overthrow him. But like I said, that was in ancient times, and its just folklore. I'm actually curious as to how you have heard the song. Celebi told me he watched the last Guardian of Arceus die with his own eyes and he saw the egg crushed and destroyed. Not many people know of this legend or the song itself for that matter so how did you hear it?"
"I-I don't really remember. I just feel it is familiar from somewhere." Mewtwo said rattling his brain. But he was drawing a blank. So he just walked off lost in thought as Mew continue to hum the song.
The Muse of Arceus huh… Mewtwo thought. Where would he have encountered such a pokemon? If I could remember where I heard it I could challenge her to a combat. If I killed her then I know I could defeat Arceus. And then I would be able to rule this world my way. Mewtwo was getting excited about ridding the world of humans until he recalled one last detail, Dammit! Mew said that Arceus revoked them of their power. Mewtwo lost his excitement. Doesn't matter. I can still kill Arceus and rule this world. I just need a way to find him. Mewtwo was determined to make this world his for the taking. Extract his revenge on all the humans.
"What are you thinking about?' Mew suddenly popped out of nowhere.
"Nothing. Why are you still here anyway? Don't you have a home of your own to get too?" Mewtwo asked fiercely. Mew could hear the venom laced in his words. Mew's altitude dropped a couple inches and he sulked his head.
"Not really. I mean I have friends all over the world, but I don't really have a home. I just stay wherever. It's kinda lonely. And since you have a huge house and we are brothers after all I was thinking you would let me stay here." Mew asked in a low voice. Mewtwo could hear the tears about to come out.
Ugh. "Fine! You can stay here for today." Mewtwo said with a sigh "Don't get used to it. And we are NOT brothers! I was made from your DNA but I am far superior."
"Fine you can be the big brother. I don't mind. I've been alive much, much longer but I'm still a kid at heart so it would like to have an older brother." Mew said gleefully circling Mewtwo like a satellite.
"Cut it out." Mewtwo said, trying to swat Mew away to stop him from orbiting. "I said we are NOT brothers! Not! Do you know what 'not' means?" Mewtwo said getting annoyed.
"Whatever you say big bro!" Mew said still just as happy while avoiding the swat attempts from Mewtwo.
"Whatever. Just go to sleep and don't bug me." Mewtwo said as he walked away and entered his room.
"Ok goodnight big bro." Mew laughed and went into the room next to his.
Mewtwo had a dream that night. It wasn't really a dream so much as it was a memory. A memory from when he was in the cave.
It was dark; the only light came from the pink glow from his cylindrical test tube that he was strapped into. It was filled with weird gooey fluid that also glowed pink. Needles were stuck all over him and he had a mask on to help him breathe. Who knows how may days or nights it has been since he first awoke inside this chamber. The only way He knew day from night would be when the scientist came in and turned on the lights or when they left and turned off the lights. When the lights were on he could see he was held in a completely white room. The only other color in the room was his test tube, which was filled with a liquid that had a pink tint to it. The room must have been below freezing because the scientist wore huge white jackets and protective face ware, but he himself felt no chill. The door the scientist entered through where gigantic metal blast doors that must have been a couple feet thick. In fact the whole chamber was probably better built than a bunker. They were afraid. Afraid for some reason but no doubt fear shone in every single eye of each scientist. Did they not know he couldn't use his power? And why were they afraid? Was he some sort of monster? Many thoughts plagued his head, after all that's all he had. No one would talk to him and he was alone a lot.
For some reason he could feel his power being suppressed. He could feel it inside of him. Tremendous power but it was as though it didn't react to his body or his will. So he stayed inside that glass confinement and everyday the workers in white would come and insert large needles all the way into his spine or they would scrape off flesh for testing. They would conduct jolts of electricity into his chamber and watch as he withered in pain. And every night they would leave, the only light he could see would be slight glow of pink from his tube. That happened for what seemed like an eternity and, with no way to actually tell time, He would never be able know how long he was in there. Then one day there was talk. As one of the scientist started drilling into his head, which was normal, he was talking to another scientist about a new test subject being brought into the lab on sector 7. He had overheard earlier that he was being held in the lowest sector, sector 9, so whoever was brought in must also be pretty important considering they order people by levels. It was a young strange pokemon that they were mainly interested in and only kept the old pokemon because of his ring and because they figured a pokemon that young would not try any escapes if it still had a father figure inside the cell with it.
The first night after the scientist left he could hear something. It was so low it almost inaudible. In fact He wasn't even sure if he was hearing it or if it was trying to infiltrate his mind. It was something about that song, a quiet delicate hum but he couldn't quiet hear it clearly. It was as though there was interference in his mind from actually listening to the song, so he could only hear parts. Whatever parts he heard was enough to awaken something that had been dormant for a long time. His power. He could feel it starting to coarse through his veins; it was only a small fraction though, like a tiny sip of water from a huge ocean. He started to mold this energy into hands, hands that slowly started to protrude from the glass chamber, they moved sluggishly though like something was hindering their movements. He could feel with these hands, everything he touched sent responses off in his head as though he was the one actually touching it. The cool metallic countertop, the sharp stainless steel scalpels, pointy sharp needles, it all felt so real to his psychic hands. He tried to pick one up but he couldn't control the strength and ended up shattering one of the syringes. Even the broken glass seemed to cut his hand like if it was real. Suddenly Mewtwo felt very exhausted, I guess that was enough practice for one night. Mewtwo slept with the soft echoing hum from the song playing in his mind.
A bright light flashed on awaking Mewtwo. They were back. One of the scientists looked puzzled at the broken glass on the floor and called to another scientist.
"Don't be stupid. He can't use psychic abilities here. The pink liquid acts as a suppressant to telekinetic abilities, and it is far to cold in here to be able to effectively use psychic matter." Said the elderly scientist. "It probably just fell because you fools are too stupid to put things away properly."
"What is psychic matter?" asked the confused scientist who found the glass.
"It's a special ability not many psychic pokemon have. It's because it requires a huge sum of energy and most don't have that kind of reservoir of power. Psychic matter is when you condense great amounts of psychic energy into a certain form to use as extra ligaments. We still don't fully understand how it works or how the pokemon controls it, but we have a feeling Mewtwo can use it so that's why it has to be 200 degrees below freezing here."
"Oh ok… that makes sense" said the young scientist looking a little calmer.
The day passed the same with the scientist running tests and poking and prodding into Mewtwo. They seemed to be running diagnostics on Mewtwo to test his resistance ability and see his weakness. They injected him with liquids that seemed to burn through his veins as it moved causing agonizing pain. More jolts of electricity. Simulated grass attacks and water attacks. It was all painful but the scientist seemed surprised that no element had much effectiveness against Mewtwo.
The day finally ended and the lights went out. Mewtwo waited for a bit until he thought the coast was clear. Then he tried to form his psychic matter again. He tried to summon his power but again, it didn't want to respond. Confused, he focuses harder trying to summon any little bit of energy but none would come out and he didn't know why. It wasn't until hours later that he heard it again. That familiar humming noise seemed to ring into his head. He couldn't tell where it was coming from, like someone calling for him but he didn't know if he was hearing it or if it was playing in his mind. The same thing happened. The song seemed to unlock some part of Mewtwo and he was able to control his energy. Like the power was responding to the song, or maybe it was responding to the person singing it. Mewtwo didn't know and didn't care. He had control of his powers again and he formed his psychic hands again, this time making the hands stronger and more solid. Instead of just feeling objects this time he tried making his hands permeate through the metal tables with out moving it. it took a couple of tries but he managed to go through the metal without even as much as the needles moving on top. He then extended them longer reaching all the way to the giant flood doors and tried to move his hands through the metal but he couldn't. Whether because the gates were also psychic-proof or because that was the extent of his powers now, he couldn't tell.
The same routine happened for a couple more weeks. Scientist studying Mewtwo and making him undergo excruciating tests, listening to the song at night and strengthening his powers. Until Mewtwo couldn't take it anymore, and he decided that he would attempt his escape that night. But something was different; it was nighttime and the scientist didn't leave, instead he could hear the worried whispers of the scientist as they looked over some data. One of the scientists walked over to Mewtwo. It was the senior scientist in charge that spoke about psychic matter.
"So it seems you have been able to use some form of powerful psychic energy huh?" the scientist asked quizzically to Mewtwo. "We are going over the nightly readings and it shows you have had an energy spike during nighttime for the past couple weeks. How are you even able to use your energy? We put a dampener on your psychic valve connected to your head and neck to block the flow of your psychic energy."
Mewtwo never spoke to them and he wasn't about to start.
"Very well. We will just have to find out how." The scientist turned away from Mewtwo to look at the other scientists. "Fill the tube with dark energy. Keep feeding it until he talks or he dies. Maybe the next clone will be more cooperative."
The serene pink hue started to gradually turn a dark grey to a full black. Mewtwo couldn't even breathe anymore and every inch of his body was burning as if on fire. He was suffocating to death while being tortured. He reached deep inside trying to summon the power but again it would not respond. Mewtwo's vision was going black and he was slipping out of consciousness.
It was like floating in a dream. He felt numb and complacent, he wasn't sure where he was but it was surely his brain slowly shutting down from lack of oxygen and going into shock from the immense pain. Suddenly he heard it. The familiar hum of the song echoing through his mind. Power from the depths of the void rose up to surround him. He opened his eyes, all he could see was darkness but he no longer felt the burn from the dark energy. He released a surge of energy and the darkness dispersed along with the glass container; shattered into a million pieces. Scientist shielded their eyes and stumbled away. Mewtwo could feel the energy building inside of him and he felt incredible. He could feel every nerve and neuron that held together the human brain of all the scientists, like a fragile spider web that would be easily unraveled by a swing of a hand or gust of a wind. So he broke them. All of the tiny webs connected throughout their brain. With a powerful burst of psychic energy he severed every line. The scientists collapsed like flies.
Even the metal floodgates and bunker walls around him. He could see how they connected in his mind. He understood how everything around him worked as more and more information flooded into his brain. He let out another pulse of psychic energy. He focused it on the bonds between the molecules that make up the walls, and watched as the room erupted into an enormous explosion. He shielded himself with a barrier as fire engulfed him; he levitated up towards the next level. The humming stopped but he still had control of his power. He rose to the next level and was greeted by many Team Rocket trainers and their pokemon; they had grass, dark and ghost type pokemon thinking that hopefully they could use his weakness to subdue him. They launched their attacks but it was futile, Mewtwo stopped them all midair and made them disappear. He then made a bubble of purple energy expand from within him until it swallowed everyone and he made every thing stop. Not just time for the trainers and pokemon but the blood flowing through their veins, the electrical signals coming to and fro from their brains and the inflation and deflation of their lungs. Mewtwo released the bubble but their life didn't come back, He then released another shockwave of energy and the entire room erupted into flames and he blew a hole through the roof above him. This continued through all the other levels until he finally reached the mansion. He has never seen it but he hated it. it represented the hole where he was born, tortured, and almost killed. He made sure no one would ever be able to see this place again. He mustered up all his energy creating a black hole that devoured the mansion. As the mansion was almost all sucked in he released the pent up energy from the black hole crating a massive explosion that belittled all the previous explosions. He flew out of the smoke and fire into the sky air. It felt amazing to be free. He looked down and saw two small pokemon in the midst of smoke and debris. One had a rather large wooden stake through his torso and the other was staring back at Mewtwo. With a purple flash of purple light he was gone.
Mewtwo awoke. He had realized the memories he tried to forget about the times of his suppression and depression. But it was crucial for him to remember because he needed to know who was the singer of the song. He walked out into the kitchen where Mew was already waiting with a bunch of fruits and berries. Mewtwo sat down and accepted pecha berry from Mew.
"I remember who was the singer of the song." Mewtwo said out of the blue.
"Oh really. Who was it?" Mew asked curiously.
"It was a ralts. I think she was being held in the same laboratory that I was in. In fact I think I helped her escape. It seems our fates have been intertwined. I was destined to destroy her and challenge Arceus himself." Mewtwo said with fierce determination in his eyes
"I don't think that's a good idea." Mew said.
"Why not!?" Mewtwo snapped back
"Well because like I said. Arceus had long revoked their Godly power. So she is just another pokemon that just happens to come from holy lineage." Mew said calmly.
"It doesn't matter. I need to find a way to get to Arceus anyway, so what better way than getting it out of a Muse of Arceus." Mewtwo countered.
"I also told you that her mother died during childbirth, so it's not likely that she will even know." Mew trying to get Mewtwo to think logically. "Just drop this whole thing. What is with the sudden want to rule the world and overthrow a God?"
"This world is fucked up. And what is the point of a God that lets his own creations get tortured and killed or mistreated by filthy humans and he does nothing to help." Mewtwo said angrily.
"But you aren't one of his creations." Mew said
"Exactly! That's why it has to be me to take over. He has no power over me. Man created me and I will destroy man and everyone else who try to question me. You too so watch your tone."
"Well then aren't you pretty much being just like Arceus?" Mew asked.
"No. Man created me with godlike powers but not as their god. I didn't create man and let them suffer. They created me and made me suffer. Arceus created pokemon, He is your father Mew, and when was the last time you saw or spoke with Him. He abandoned you all." Mewtwo yelled getting angrier.
"You were content before. Watching your sunsets waiting for the perfect sunset where the sky would flash a brilliant violet. Why not just enjoy that? Why must you go seeking trouble? Nothing good will come of this." Mew pleaded.
Mewtwo ignored Mew's pleads and teleported out of the room. He had no plan. He didn't know where to begin looking for the ralts. If he had sensing abilities then maybe he would be able to find her. Surely Mew wouldn't help so he had to find his own way. Mewtwo would find a way, even if he never had the ralts. Arceus has never stepped in before, so if he started taking over the world his way Arceus wouldn't even step in anyway. But that is a matter for another time. Maybe Mew was right. He is fine as he is now, waiting for his sunsets and sunrises, and living in his house. Maybe the world isn't his problem, and having someone there for him didn't feel so bad either. Mew was kind of annoying at times but he means well and he is right, they are technically brothers or at least stepbrothers. Maybe this life is all he needs.
Mew suddenly appeared behind Mewtwo. It took Mew a while to find him this time because he wasn't in his normal locations. Mew floated over to the ledge where Mewtwo was sitting.
"So why did you pick this giant building in the middle of Castelia City? I thought you hated humans?" Mew asked.
"I do. But you have to admit that their architecture is impressive. Plus look at the view." Mewtwo said as they looked out into the ocean at the setting sun. "Humans are similar to pokemon you know. They were made by a God that doesn't talk much or help them out, yet they all believe in some sort of grand design and build giant sculptures trying to get closer to them. I guess its what they call faith. But it seems like there should be a better way right?"
Mew stood silent momentarily. "You are right after all. If you want help I can try to find the ralts for you."
"No. It's ok. Just sit and watch the sunset with me. Maybe that's all we need."
Mew sat down next to his brother feeling glad. Mew was finally not all alone.
Suddenly the sky glowed violet as purple lights danced off the white clouds in the sky and there was a tinge of orange around the setting sun. It was a magnificent sight to behold. No wonder it makes Mewtwo feel calm, Mew thought.
Maybe this can be a fresh start, Mewtwo thought. Maybe it's a good day to start new.
i hope you guys like the chapter. just adding background to my characters. Ana will be back next chapter. i have also been working on another book so thats why it took me so long to write this one. but hopefully i will write the next one sooner. If you have any feedback about the chapter feel free to leave a comment. thanks to everyone that enjoys my book and i hope you keep reading. Like i said we are going back to the main story line. See you guys soon.
Also on another note, i have created another story that i kind of had the inspiration while writing this chapter. it is called 'A Weeping Angels' Sour Fate' and if you like this story maybe you would like that one? it has a darker side to it than this one tho and it is not about pokemon. so if thats a deal breaker then never mind. just read this one. but if not feel free to take a peak at it. those will be individual stories about different people going through different lives. i hope you like both of my works and thanks for those of you who like my stories and keep reading them. so until next time sayonara!
