Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon.

Chapter 20

I am... Mewtwo.

I am unlike other Pokémon. This... is my story.

A team of scientists working to create the world's most powerful Pokémon discovered a fossilized remnant of Mew, and from it, created me. Soon the Team Rocket leader who had ordered my creation trained me to control my abilities. But he viewed me solely as his personal property.

After destroying his laboratory, I created my own. I lured Pokémon trainers to my island fortress to create a powerful new breed of Pokémon and wreak vengeance on humans. I seized their Pokémon and cloned them, as I had been cloned from Mew. But soon, I encountered my nemesis.

A great battle ensued, a battle to determine who would rule: the Pokémon born into this world, or the clone Pokémon created in mine. The clashes were brutal, and as Mew and I summoned all of our strength for one final confrontation, the young trainer cried out for the fight to cease.

His selfless actions puzzled me; he was a human who valued all Pokémon, whether born or created. Our battling ceased. Finally my eyes had been opened, as had my heart. The Pokémon clones and I left to find a place where we could live in peace, and I used my Psychic powers to wipe out the memory of our struggle. Now I was forgotten by all... but the one who created me...

Giovanni found our hiding place and threatened the lives of my clone brethren. I had to sacrifice to him myself in order to save them, but once again the trainer Ash and his friends intervened to free me and stop Team Rocket. The other clones went their separate ways, free to live their lives, while I roamed the world, searching for the meaning of mine. I have had many experiences; encounters with humans and Pokémon, friendly and unfriendly. With the humans I always made sure to disguise myself.

And so, this is how I have lived my life since the last time I saw Giovanni.

Now, forces that I do not understand are compelling me to go to a certain place. As I fly over the ocean, I see cities and bogs up ahead, with mountains in the distance. The bogs give way to jungle. The occasional sky-blue stream catches my eye.

I've been here before...

And now I know that I will find Mew.

A column of smoke rising from the jungle canopy draws me near. Closer, closer... I see it all. Mew. Ash. Fighting. A burning building... and next to the burning building is him. Giovanni. I cannot see him, but I know he is there. I know now what I came here to do. My blue Barrier announces my presence to those who have not seen me land amidst the flames.

I... am Mewtwo.

I do not yet know my purpose in life. But I do know that it does not include allowing tyrants to have their way.

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The explosion was furious. Blue beams of energy shot out in all directions. People on both sides screamed. And as Giovanni watched his screen, a tiny cog in the back of his mind clicked into place - but only for a millisecond.

Mewtwo waved a paw; the flames surrounding him vanished. He turned, his eyes filled with blue light. Small explosions ripped through the Team Coeus lines. He looked up. All of Team Rocket's helicopters suddenly started spiraling slowly down to Earth, their crews floating magically out, too dumbfounded to even struggle. He looked down. Team Mordred's trucks and armored vehicles, which by now were almost all empty, began disappearing in tiny novas of fire, smoke, and metal.

The defenders stopped fighting and watched in awe. Their enemies were fleeing en masse. Hadis screamed at his terrified troops to stand their ground. He even picked up an abandoned MP40 and fired a burst at the backs of the retreating crowd. One of his own troops fell, badly wounded.

Suddenly Hadis was floating. Mewtwo was holding him in a Psychic grip. He struggled and grunted, but Mewtwo took the gun away, saying in a quiet telepathic voice to the iron-fisted officer, "This belongs in a museum."

Then the Genetic Pokémon threw his arm back with a violent fury that reminded Ash of just how angry Mewtwo could get. Hadis shot upward like a rocket, high into the sky, arching away and disappearing, all the while bellowing his final orders: "Killllllllll!"

It looked like the battle might be coming to an end. Then something awful happened. Misty saw a wounded scientist and ran to help, but a Team Rocket officer appeared from behind a burning vehicle and grabbed her. Misty screamed. Ash wheeled around, seeing her struggling to escape the grip of the officer. The man was big, with powerful muscles. His face looked like a mask, but his eyes burned with malice. He laughed as she struggled... and pulled out a knife.

"Hey, kid," he said jeeringly to Ash. "Run, unless you want to end up like your girlfriend." He brought the knife to Misty's throat.

A/N: To make up for the short length of this chapter, I will post the next one in a few days instead of a full week.

Happy Halloween! *muhahaha*