Note: The final chapter of The Pythagorean Theorem. You know, the title didn't really come into play at all, did it? You know why? Because I began writing this in Geometry class, when we were learning about the Pythagorean Theorem, so I titled this story that so that my teacher would think I was taking notes and not writing fanfiction. Sorry, Mrs. E, but I'm a wily one. ONE MORE THING! Most of this story does indeed take place in 2007, so the date in this chapter won't confuse anyone.

I don't own Pokemon, just my twisted ideas, and a cell phone that plays Star Wars music as a ring tone. I don't own Star Wars either, so don't ask.

Yes, Mewtwo, this really is your destiny.

Chapter 14 AKA FINAL CHAPTER

It is the year 2387 now, 380 years after that legendary event that no one from this era doesn't believe. It seems very far-fetched, of course, but true nonetheless. I know for a fact it's true. I was there. I know, I know, how could I have been there when I am here? Seems a bit strange, I know, but just listen up.

The town has been rebuilt from the ground since then. It's better now, you see. It's a happy place where children dance and frolic, and adults are content watching their children play.

It's amazing, but yet so... odd. Different. Not how it was when I was here before.

I help the town out, of course, not that I ever get a thank you. How could they thank me?

I guess you could say...

I'm not really there. Oh, I know I'm there, and obviously you know I'm there, or else you wouldn't be listening to me, now would you? Ha ha ha.

In the town square, there's a statue. It's a large statue, of course. Wouldn't be noticeable otherwise. It's solid gold. Beautiful.

This statue holds significance to everyone of this little town. It portrays two people. Or, a person and a Pokemon, I should say.

The person is a man. Kind of short, with spiked hair under a baseball cap. He wears a hoodie sweater and a pair of jeans. Sneakers. That's it. Nothing too fancy. The Pokemon...

Well, it's nothing that these people have ever seen, I can tell you that. This Pokemon was unique. Two short, stubby horns on a feline head. Thin, spindly torso and arms that sat atop large, wide-hipped legs. A tail that curves up and around, near a strange tube coming out of it's head, curving and connecting again to the Pokemon's back. Not even I know what that tube does. Or ever did. It's just sort of there. Well, anyway, this Pokemon and this man stand atop a golden pedestal in town square. Personally, I'm not proud of this statue. It brings back memories of younger days, days I don't particularly want to remember.

You're still wondering who I really am, aren't you?

I'll tell you later.

You know, those memories may be bad, but the feelings deep inside them are good. Intentions, you know? Like, when you rob a bank so you can feed your starving family. You've done a bad thing, but for a good reason. You still get arrested, and still have to face consequences, but you know deep down, your wife and family are enjoying a Sunday steak and mashed potatoes.

You know what I mean?

I remember little bits and pieces of the reason this town was destroyed. I remember being told to stop. I remember tears, and fire, and destruction.

But after that, I don't remember much at all. I do remember a light, though. A bright, flashing light that even nearly blinded myself...

Have you ever heard this? That when you die, the energy in your mind, in your soul... It has to go somewhere, right? It's not just gone. It's somewhere. Everything is made up of energy, and energy cannot be gained or lost, just changed. So what did my energy change into?

A storyteller. This story is told through the eyes of a fighter, a lover, a Pokemon who's blind loyalty and ambition to someone he loved fueled flaming rage strong enough to burn a town to ash and--

Ash. Yes. I remember him, too.

He's up there on that pedestal.

Do you know who else is up there?

You guessed it.

The storyteller. Like I said, this story is told through the eyes of a Pokemon who's ambition fueled rage that destroyed a town and reduced it to smoking ruin.

This is the story of Mewtwo.

This story is my own.

END