Ch. 21
Once this ordeal was over, Mewtwo took everyone outside. He lay the bodies of everyone together, Giovanni, Kiva, and all the dead Rockets and clones. Included among them were Kiva's pokemon, who all died in battle alongside the clones. Mewtwo had even somehow gotten the bodies of all the townspeople from Celadon city.
Mewtwo had taken them all to the backyard, where instead of the pond, there was now a considerable-sized hole, and a mound of dirt at its edge.
Mewtwo turned to his clones. Now the time has come, my friends, to put these poor souls to rest. I make no differentiation between Clone, Pokemon, Human, or even Rocket. They all died today, and they all deserve to be treated equally.
Perhaps in a bright and optimistic future, the same will hold true everywhere else in the world, for living and dead alike. For now though, I will do my part and I will always try to reflect my words with my actions. I hope that some day, when you, and yes, your children, go out into the world alone, or together, that you will pass this message on.
Tell the world and its inhabitants, "All you need is love." (A/N: Yes, I couldn't resist putting in a line from the Beatles. I guess I'm just a freak that way.)
And maybe, just maybe, that bright and optimistic future will arrive very soon.
At these words, there was a general cheering through the small crowd assembled. Through the pain, suffering, loss, and tears, a great upwelling of hope had sprung. Satisfied that his message had been clear, Mewtwo turned to the line of dead bodies. He lifted them above the hole and slowly lowered them in. He lowered in the pile of dirt in after them.
Then Mewtwo physically walked onto the fresh earth and stamped on it. There was a flurry as the rest of the crowd rushed over to join him. The earth was soon trampled flat in no time.
Backing away from their work, the group observed their work. Mewthree spoke up, It needs a marker of some sort. Something to remember them by. There was a general murmur of consent. Everyone tried to think of what to use.
Then, the Persian spoke up, "Mrrr, sian? Per."
Mewtwo smiled. Of course.
Mewtwo summoned the item Persian spoke of. It was the Masterball. It was slightly damaged, but otherwise recognizable. Mewtwo pointed to a dome-shaped rock nearby. He lifted the rock over to the trampled ground, and centered it. He then lowered it to the ground, half burying it in the process.
Then, Masterball in hand, Mewtwo focused a great amount of energy on the middle of the rock. The spot vibrated and turned to liquid. Still focusing on the spot, Mewtwo placed the back of the Masterball into it. He pushed down, forcing the Masterball into the rock. Then he stopped and stepped back to admire his work. There lay the Masterball, now firmly embedded in stone.
Along with everyone else, Mewthree leaned over to look at it. Perfect, she said.