A/N. So here's the next chapter, hope you guys enjoy it!
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Episode 12: Mewtwo Strikes Back Pt. 6- The End of a Battle
At the beginning, Ashe had thought that maybe the humans had deserved what they were getting. All the pain and suffering a good majority of them caused, and with them basically running things, there was no hope and the world as it was, was doomed for death and destruction. All due to these fragile creatures with no power and no strength, who broke and bled far too easily and never lived for very long. It seemed, almost, unfair. Unfair that these furless, powerless creatures with nothing to go for them except their ability to think creatively stayed on top while those with the power were forced to submit to them, unfair that they could roam outside without fear of being kidnapped by mere children. Truly unfair.
But maybe that was the balance of it all. Pokémon had the power, humans didn't. Pokémon didn't break easily. They were built to endure, built to last, built to take hits and dish out attacks just as bad and if not, worse. Humans didn't have any of this.
They were prone to destructive behavior, too focused on the now to see the consequences that lay waiting in the future for their actions. Mewtwo and she, they were both proof of that.
Maybe if she had stayed there, if she hadn't met Mewtwo, hadn't chosen to fallen him when he decided to leave that prison filled with too tiny cages and suffering creatures just like them. Maybe she would've thought the same. That they deserved every little bit of bad luck and misfortune that occurred.
The world was filled with maybes though. Maybes and what-ifs and all other up-to-chance-and-choice things, little things that could've made all the difference for another time and another world where something else had occurred instead. But it was too late for what-ifs and maybes, questioning herself and all she and Mewtwo had ever done and ever will do.
They were both here and now, and right this very instant, there was no time for questioning herself any longer. She had made her bed and chosen to fight, and in a battle, regardless of who or what it was with, there was no time to think about anything other than what one could do next to win.
Right now, winning was all that really, truly mattered. And win was just what she planned to do. Not for herself, but for her friend, because that was who she was doing this for. Just like how her opponent, a charizard, a charizard that wasn't a clone, hadn't been made in some lab by humans who only wanted to abuse and use it as they saw fit before throwing it away, was fighting for its friend too. Because whether Mewtwo wanted to believe or not, she saw it, saw how much the human cared for his pokémon partner, saw how much the pokémon cared for the human. Because she'd seen the percentage of humans, however small, who cared for their pokémon like they were family, not tools to further their own ambitions. She'd seen it all with her eyes, battled and crushed their dreams and watched as they walked away licking fresh wounds and promising themselves and each other that next time they wouldn't be so weak. Swear to come back when they were stronger, and then they would claim the victory that was rightfully theirs.
She believed.
But she also believed in Mewtwo as her friend, and as his friend she refused to leave his side and let him fend for himself. If he had a dream she'd help him fulfill it, with all the power she held within her. Because she had been too late and too slow to keep him from falling in the first place, and her own almost sisterly affections hadn't been enough to quell the burning thirst for vengeance that had lain brooding within the psychic's heart. And now, with the humans here and their pokémon at stake, it was far too late to try and catch him. The only thing she could do now was fall with him, pray that one of the humans was strong enough to stop Mewtwo's crazed ambitions, though it wasn't likely, and that when they both finally hit the ground, both were still alive to recount the tale.
Regardless though, she would still win this battle for him, if nothing else. She already had.
The charizard, Blaze as her opponent's trainer had called him, was wearing out. He'd made the fatal mistake early on in the battle to have the creature use Overheat. And while if he hadn't this might've turned out very differently, it was a mistake he would pay for dearly and soon come to regret. Overheat was risky in that it severely weakened the pokémon who used it, practical suicide when used against an opponent that wasn't affected very much by it. She was a rock-type, and while the creature had used a steel-type move to increase the damage, she'd been trained to take hits from attacks that would've put any other pokémon of the same type category down and dish out even worse in return. The combination attack had done little to stop her, and even less to at least slow her down.
The great lizard on the other hand was not so fortunate. He hadn't built up quite the resistance to attacks as she had been forced to by her former master, and while she could take the hits he dished out, the opposing fire-type could not take hers. So while all he could hope for was whittling her health down slowly in a battle that was taking way too long for him, she was taking out large chunks of his own. Leaving the large, orange body covered in bruises, scratches, and cuts that were sure to leave scars later on, while she simply shook off the scorch marks and ashes that accumulated from the many fire-type attacks that had been sent flying her way, and swiftly dodging any others.
She might admit, one day when all this was over and she didn't have to worry so much about Mewtwo's reactions to her own thoughts, how she would regret what she did next.
"Just so you know, you were a pretty good battler." She told the great lizard as they glared each other down, her only slightly out of breathe while the poor thing was having difficulty just keeping his air down.
"You're certainly an odd one." The dual-type rumbled in response, tail swishing in the air as the flame wavered. There was no threat of it going out for certain, but it was a clear sign of just how close the pokémon was to fainting. One last attack…
"I get that a lot." She gave the creature a small smile, before continuing. "I'm sorry, but this ends here."
Without much warning, the gem on her forehead flashed, and she reared back before slamming both paws into the ground. The whole room shook and trembled, the attack threatening to bring the ceiling down on their heads. A trap made of deception and a weary mind far too easy to trick. He thought it was a ground-type move, easy to dodge so long as one could fly. It was not though, and realizing his mistake too late, the charizard flew into the path of a powerful Rock Slide.
"Charizard!" The pokémon went down with a roar of pain, and his trainer quickly ran up to check on the poor creature's health.
Ashe nodded her head, a sort of finality to herself, before returning to her friend's side. She forced herself to ignore the human's voice as he fretted over the downed pokémon, and resumed her position prior to joining the battle. The clone charizard, who would've gone instead of her had she not decided otherwise, eyed with a sort of begrudging respect, and she refrained commenting on just how hard a time the striped lizard would've had in her place. She watched as Mewtwo nodded towards her in thanks for her effort in the battle, however wasted he probably thought the energy she had spent for it was, before turning back towards the humans, expending only the most basic of his powers to use his telepathy and feed his thoughts into the minds of the humans.
"And now that it is done, I claim my prize." He began, his voice echoing in a way that was probably uncomfortable for many of the humans but was something she had grown very used to in her time spent by his side. "Your pokémon."
There was an uproar of objections from the humans as strange pokéballs started appearing in the air around her friend, but they could do nothing but watch as the devices bee-lined towards the many pokémon that had been let out from their original pokéballs and were subsequently captured. A few tried to defend themselves, a snorlax that she remembered having belonged to the red-eyed human that had garnered so much of her attention when he'd first been scouted by the fearow, and what must've been two of the natural, non-manmade eeveelutions that she'd heard about before coming to New Island. Judging from the color of the creature's fur and the glowing rings, it must've been the dark-type evolution, which meant the light purple one with the red jewel was the psychic one.
"Pikachu, Espeon, get out of here now!" Both pokémon objected to what they both saw as basically abandoning their trainer, but with the pokéballs trying to capture them both, there was truly no time to put any real thought into staying or leaving. They both bolted for the only clear way out that they could see, followed by some of the other smaller pokémon under orders from their own, respective trainers.
In just seconds there were only a few stragglers left still trying to evade the pokéballs. None of the pokémon who had fought in the battles against Mewtwo's clones and herself, as they had been caught rather quickly despite their own trainers' best efforts to intervene, but she could identify the two eeveelutions, and the pikachu. They were all working together, but one slip-up on the dark-type's part, and the creature was captured leaving the psychic-type distracted for the few precious seconds that were needed for the pokéball to get it.
The pikachu ran towards the stairwell that Mewtwo had descended from, looking for higher ground that would hopefully give it some advantage over the ridiculous amount of pokéballs that were after it. It started using its electrical attacks to fend them off, but it was only a matter of time before its power ran thin. Exhausted from trying to evade the onslaught, it slipped and unable to quite catch any traction on the slippery surface fell off the slide to be caught by one of Mewtwo's devices.
Ashe stood up then, deciding that she no longer needed to be there to watch any of this and instead choosing to make use of herself by going to check on where all of the pokéballs were headed.
She missed though, when the red-eyed trainer and the trainer that the charizard she had faced belonged to, got up and followed the pokéballs through the tunnels.
A/N. I feel like the ending sucked, but maybe that's just me. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and thanks for reading! Please leave a review and see ya!