Years ago…
The dark mansion overlooking all of Cinnabar Island had an eerie presence about it ever since it was first built so many years ago. However, the mansion above the rocky terrain was truly more sinister in its purpose than anyone had assumed. Any rumor made about the ominous looking building was always brushed off as silly superstition, but those people simply did not understand the true nature of the construct. Deep in its dark halls, scientists worked day in and day out creating what they believed to be the world's most powerful Pokémon.
After bringing back a particular and peculiar Pokémon specimen from South America, the researchers got to work splicing and experimenting. The Pokémon they had discovered was only told of in legends; Mew, the ancestor of all Pokémon. They had used its powerful genes in their cloning experiments, trying to create a more powerful, larger, dangerous version of the ancient Pokémon. After so many failed experiments and dead clones, the scientists had nearly given up hope. But a successful clone was made and the scientists rejoiced that it had survived its procedures.
The rooms of the mansion were lined with tubes containing failed experiments suspended in jelly of some kind. And in the center of the largest room in the mansion, sat the curled up clone in his own cloning tube; sleeping. Lights on monitors and consoles flickered displaying his status, and all of the scientists gathered in the room to monitor all of the different machinery. They congratulated each other and shook hands, happy that it was all finally over. All they would need to do is administer surgery to its brain, making it completely submissive.
"Congratulations Mr. Fuji, we'll take it from here."
"I'm just glad it's over, and even though he is not present, I'm sure that Blaine is proud of your work here." Replied the small older man referred to as Fuji. The scientist watched as Mr. Fuji left the mansion and went off to wherever he was going. His money had helped bring their research a long way. The scientist adjusted his round glasses and then walked back into the laboratory wherein the clone was kept.
A woman scientist walked over to the tube and began watching the clone with great interest, marking down words in her note pad as she studied the slight movements it made. And then, it began to think.
Where am I?
What are those voices?
Those voices!? They are… outside, but outside of what?
I want to be outside…
What is this feeling?
My… mind… feels strange…
What… what am I?
Without warning, its eyes opened wide and it began to uncurl from its hunched over state. The Pokémon was most certainly intimidating as it flexed its thin arms and twiddled its balled finger tips against one another; examining the medical tubes attached all around its body. The woman fell back and dropped everything, scrambling over to the head researcher.
"Doctor! It's awake!" all of the researchers gathered around as the creature began to awaken from its comatose condition. It did not bang on the glass, it did not thrash about, it did not even make a noise; none that the ears could hear anyways.
What… it began to delve into the minds of the individuals around it, involuntarily, what… is my… it began to slowly understand the patterns behind human speech, and it spoke to all of the scientists through its psychic powers. What is my… name?
The head researcher let his jaw hang open as he approached the tube and grinned. "Your name shall be… MewTwo." He said as he beamed gleefully at his experiment.
Mew… Two? It scanned their minds, its understanding of the words Mew and Two began to confuse it. I am… a second… Mew?
"He understands speech! This is excellent news doctor!" said one of the excited looking scientists, "We have-!"
What am I? interrupted the Pokémon. The head researcher took another step forward.
"You are an experiment, the clone of the most powerful Pokémon ever to walk the earth."
I am a… Pokémon. The Mew clone began to turn its head, looking at all of the complex equipment around it. But… I am an experiment?
"Yes; I am your creator!" he held his arms out wide in a display of power.
Why… its voice began to cut out as it struggled to cope with the confusion and the stress of self-realization. Why did you create me?
The researchers in the room all wore confused expressions and whispered to one another, "What should we say?" "I'm scared." Among other similar sentences.
"We wanted to create the world's most powerful Pokémon, and we may have succeeded!" The head doctor said as he pointed at MewTwo.
MewTwo clenched its ball tipped fingers into fists and tried to control its rage at the scariness of it all, of being born and realizing it. What is my… purpose? It asked.
Yet again, everyone was confused and looked to the good doctor to answer the creature's questions. "You will be experimented on further before being released to the custody of a worthy trainer." He said, thinking he was safe.
MewTwo lowered his head, the stress was becoming too much. My purpose is… to serve a master? Before his hypothetical question could be answered, he spoke again. It applied its newfound logic center and rebutted the doctor's excuse. If I am to serve, then why would you make me so intelligent?
The doctor opened his mouth, but found he was unable to find an answer, because his creation was right, the perfect servants were not as smart as their masters. He gathered himself and adjusted his tie. "So you may be used not just for battle, but for-!"
I am designed for battle? He continued to delve deeper into the minds of the men around him. No, he said, I am not just designed for battle; you humans use ALL Pokémon for battle. It spoke the word 'Humans' with particular disdain.
"That is true, many Pokémon are used for battle, and you could beat them all!"
I… I don't want to battle. I want to live without fear. He looked down at his hands and examined his own feet, curiously.
"We designed you for battle, and that is what you must do." The doctor walked over to one of the terminals containing the status of the clone. "After we are done the next procedure, you will have no choice. You will be perfectly obedient."
MewTwo clenched his fists harder and groaned. WHY? It asked with panic in its tone of "Voice". I don't WANT to battle; I want to be free to live my own life. It reasoned as best as it could with the scientist. He thought to himself, could all humans be like this?
"I am sorry, but that is not an option." He replied coldly.
I will not!
"You were born to battle! You WILL battle!" he replied angrily, thinking he had absolute power over his creation.
MewTwo delved deeper into its OWN mind, looking for a way to show them that it did not have to be this way, that everyone deserved a choice. The circumstances of one's birth are irrelevant; it is what you do with the gift of life that determines who you are. He said.
"Great, now it has a degree in philosophy; administer the serum and knock it out!" he called. The other scientist ran back to their stations and began pressing buttons on the consoles. The MewTwo heard a sound and looked up; a different colored substance was being spewed into his tank, and spread throughout. He was getting dizzy slightly, and then he realized what he had to do to survive. He gathered all of the energy his body could gather, and released it with a roar of power as the shockwave sent glass flying everywhere. The scientists ducked for cover, as they were sliced by the shards of glass.
I will NOT be controlled by the likes of you! He said as he ripped the tubes from his body and tried to walk forward.
"Subdue him!" The head scientist screamed as he ran out of the room and went to get his own arsenal. One of the other scientists grabbed for the Taser to the side of his desk and aimed at the MewTwo. Without thinking about it, MewTwo raised his hand to the man and as his eyes began to glow purple he realized that he had telepathically pulled the weapon from the man's hands. He could control himself no longer; he wanted revenge.
He raised his hand again and the scientist went flying into his grasp, and the Pokémon caught him by the neck. The terrified man struggled to get loose as he stared into their creation's cold, merciless eyes. MewTwo did not say a thing before cracking the man's neck in his paw and then dropping his lifeless husk to the floor with a large thud. The other scientists flew into a panic and began to run. The Pokémon charged a ball of energy and shot it forward, obliterating a large portion of the mansion and the lab in one fell swoop. A giant piece of wood flew and pierced through the chest of one woman, who fell to the ground and bled to death.
MewTwo looked around at the destruction he had caused, and then understood that he wanted more. He grabbed all of the fleeing scientists and threw them against their own machineries, smashing the lab into pieces in the process. Is THIS what you wanted to create!? He asked in a rage.
The numerous electrical components lit the house ablaze with everyone still inside of it, and part of the roof collapsed trapping everyone inside of the mansion. MewTwo proceeded to mercilessly slaughter everyone in the mansion that got in his way as he searched restlessly for the one in charge. The one that gave him life, and brought him pain through this proxy-life that he was now forced to live in the shadow of Mew.
He hovered into a room with a metal roof, walls, and floors. Contained within were tubes much like his former womb, which now laid on the floor in pieces. He slowly approached one of the tubes in the dim room, with the only lights being the ones inside of the tubes, and the fire spreading behind him. Why… why did they do this? He asked himself as he felt the tube with his hand.
Inside of the tube was a small grey fetus suspended in the goo that he was once in as well. It was him, or Mew to be specific. It looked like him too, even the same extra spinal tube was connected to the dead, but unborn infant. He felt something wet fall down his cheek, and then he began to understand human emotions. He was filled with hatred like none other, and not even the death of his creator would sate its vengeful thirst for long. He burst back into the flames and searched around the house with his psychic vision, until he had located his target.
The doctor emerged into the lab where the fire had started with a fire extinguisher and some sort of weapon on his back. He began to spray the whole lab down but was knocked across the room by his own creation. He rolled across the ash covered floor and hit his back against the far wall and his weapon was knocked away as well. All he could do was watch helplessly as his child stepped closer and closer, with evil, purple, glowing eyes.
"We dreamt of creating the world's most powerful Pokémon…" he muttered to himself as the grey mutant Pokémon began to charge a ball of black and purple psychic energy in his hands.
"… and we succeeded."
Present day…
The scene from the golden colored bridge was beautiful as the sun reflected off of the calm waters below and trainers gathered to do battle.
"Ha-ha, another victory for us!" Louis cheered as his shiny Eevee, Shadow, began to bounce up and down in front of the unconscious Psyduck behind him.
"Here's your money I guess…" said the disappointed trainer that he had been battling. Louis smiled and took the cash from the trainer's hands.
"Here, take this." Louis said as he held out a revive to the trainer. The boy, who looked to be around the same age as Louis, took it and gave it to his Psyduck, who began to awaken.
"Psy-y-y…" it moaned.
"Thank you so much; I didn't want to have to go all the way back to the Pokémon center!"
Louis crossed his arms behind his head and smiled, "No problem!"
Masaru came up behind him with his PokéBalls still on his belt. "Have you guys gotten your fill yet?" he asked.
Louis turned around and smiled, "Maybe a few more battles for me and then I'll be fine. Why haven't YOU challenged anyone yet?" he asked as he pointed his finger at Masaru. Masaru shrugged lightly and then sighed.
"My Pokémon are too strong for most of these guys, it wouldn't be good sport." He said this as he held his hand out towards all of the people gathered on the bridge. From where he was, Louis could see Chase and Fenrir fighting with another trainer using a Raticate.
"I suppose you're right, but still." Louis held out his PokéBall and called back shadow.
"Maybe we should go for lunch soon, I'm starving!" said the voice of Breanne as she snuck up from behind Louis.
"I'm going to teach you guys how to cook in the wild, because when you're on a Pokémon journey things can get in the way of getting to a town for a good meal." Masaru answered.
"Awww, but I'm starving!" Breanne complained as she crossed her hands over her stomach.
"It'll taste good, trust me."
A man in his dark suit stood by the window to his office, which offered the only source of light throughout the whole dark room. He adjusted his tie and noticed his Persian slinking around his feet like cat Pokémon do. It purred and rubbed it's whiskers against its master's legs. He was waiting for something, and he was not a patient man.
"Giovanni, sir!?" a tired looking man in another black suit said as he ran into his boss's room.
"The results of the search, please?" he said as he stood facing the window with his hands behind his back. The other man began to sweat and tug at his collar in a nervous way.
"The s-s-search was inconclusive. The information we got was either fake, or he is just really fast." He reported, hoping that his employer would not be too upset. The room was dead silent except for the soft purring sounds of his Pokémon.
"I want MewTwo found… find the man who gave us this information and have him locked up. We cannot have people getting away with giving us false information." He said plainly, but with a voice that commanded respect.
The agent bowed to his commander, "Yes sir, right away sir!" he said as he ran back out of the room. Giovanni exhaled, disappointingly, and sat back down in his luxurious looking swivel chair. His Persian sat down beside him and he began stroking its fine coat of sand colored fur.
"Where have you gone?" he said softly to himself.
