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Songs that Set the Mood:
"Isolation" by Lucas King
"Hurt" by Lucas King
"Nocturnus" by Adrian von Ziegler
"Cold" by Jorge Méndez
"A Winter's Wish" by Harrys Cupboard Music
"Nails and Bones" by Adrian von Ziegler
"Battleborne" by Two Steps from Hell
"Going Hollow" by Lucas King
"Challenge of the Dead" by Adrian von Ziegler
"Black Blade" (Instrumental) by Two Steps from Hell
Fuji inhales the mist emanating from his hot black coffee and sighs. Today is the day— the day they have all been waiting for.
The scientist runs a shaky hand through his hair and gazes at the creature floating in the cylinder before him. The cylinder itself stands at the far end of the large chamber, filled with the same green essence that has provided its host nutrition, protection, and extraction from anything the subject needs to extirpate. The encasement is no longer in Team Rocket's laboratory but in a mansion on a secluded island called Cinnabar. The landmark is the perfect location to give birth to the mafia's latest creation. There are no human residents, and the indigenous wildlife has been sold or purged. Best of all, there is a tall, active volcano that is considered too dangerous to establish a civilization around it, ready to wipe clean any trace of the events that will transpire on the island should anything go awry.
This is thanks to the project's lead scientist. Fuji is the one that has arranged the mansion's construction as a clever disguise from nosy satellites. He is also the one who has discovered the island in the first place, as well as the potential it holds to host their propitious mission. Fuji's brilliant judgments have brought promise and confidence to himself and his colleagues when the seeds of their success have just been planted. But things have changed since then. The scientist is no longer blinded by his goals to reclaim what he had lost in the past. He clearly sees what his selfish desires have placed upon the earth. Mewtwo will be born today; but if Giovanni gets his hands on it, so will the end of the world.
Fuji places his mug on a nearby desk. He doesn't need the caffeine as he had thought he would nor the warmth from the chilly, early morning air; his fears and remorse have been keeping him awake since he had realized the futility of his attempts to sleep. He looks out of the windows, the lit fluorescent lights, the cylinder of his child—anything that could inspire a solution to his plight. He isn't as acute as he has hoped, he eventually realizes when his bottom hits the edge of a desk. His disquiet is exhausting him, both physically and mentally. There is no doubt that his weakened state will eventually fall victim to a debilitating illness. He should have taken better care of himself. Eaten dinner the night before, at the very least. Alas, nothing seems to matter when the world is going to end in just a few hours.
Where had his determination gone? Fuji had been courageous upon first deciding to spare Mewtwo from its fate, even more so when he had paddled through the moon's vicious tides, shut down the island's security measures, and slipped into the facility in just three hours before the rest of the staff would arrive. But the longer he stays in that hidden basement of the mansion, the deeper his fears engulf him. He isn't the first to dissent against the mafia's project. He knows because he had known the objectors before Giovanni killed them. If he does succeed in freeing Mewtwo from their leader's evil objectives, what will happen to him? What will happen to his child? Surely, Mewtwo will be strong enough to defend itself, but would it protect its creator too? Fuji may have good intentions for his child now, but he is also responsible for the entity's tribulations. What if Mewtwo doesn't forgive him for the cruel experiments? What if it begins its reign of destruction by paying him back for the pain he had caused to not just it, but the deceased subjects before it?
Fuji takes a sharp breath and turns to his subject. Mewtwo is still floating in that glass tube, unaware of the chaos the world is only waiting to deliver it. How will it react, Fuji wonders, when it realizes that its birth will be a new period of suffering? That it will never have a moment of peace, that everyone and everything will die at its hand before it can receive the love it deserves? Would it even know if someone cares about it, or will it be so deep under Giovanni's control that it will only identify itself as a loveless weapon?
The scientist's fists clench. He knows what to do now.
His mind and body move automatically—pressing, pulling, and twisting until all of the bars in the screens around him reach for the ceiling. The green essence spirals into a drain at the bottom of the cylinder, allowing the host's body to fall and curl onto the case's flat surface. The creature wraps its arms around itself and shakes violently. The biting night air assaults it from all directions, increasing its shivers more and more.
Fuji mutters a string of curses and quickly removes his jacket. He searches the walls for a faded yellow button and then smashes the knob when he finds it behind the cylinder. The encasement screeches—its red lights above flashing as if in pain—and then hisses as its walls rise. Fuji's knees hit the floor as tears gather behind his glasses. He catches his child before it could hit the floor, wraps it in his coat, and then squeezes it tightly.
"Mewtwo," he mutters.
He takes a sharp, dry breath as Mewtwo's form fits almost perfectly against his. But its head is barely resting on his shoulder, unsure whether to be so vulnerable in the arms of the man who has brought it nothing but pain. Fuji curses to himself and rubs Mewtwo's skin, smoothing its hairless head and arms and wiping off the green liquid which is only making it cold now. But it doesn't soothe the creature. Mewtwo eventually stops shivering but remains tense within his hold. And for good reason. It had suffered much worse before it was even born. What pain is in store for it now?
"I'm sorry, Mewtwo," Fuji whimpers. "I was a selfish, foolish man who thought I could bring my past into my present. But all I did was ruin your future. If I had realized my error sooner, things could've been different. You could have been safe…and happy."
He hugs his child more firmly and stares at the wall ahead of him. If he isn't so afraid of what would happen to his creation, he would have been happy it is born at all. How many years has he worked to bring this wonderful entity into existence? How many years has he hoped that he wouldn't bury another life that could have been beautiful? He is dwelling in the past again, something he resents now but doesn't know he's doing until a stimulus brings him back to the present. It can be a nudge from a coworker or the hum of a desktop computer. This time, it is a voice from inside his head. Not a voice he owns but one he recognizes and loves despite only hearing it for the first time.
"I forgive you."
Fuji gasps in surprise and joy and then pulls back to validate his prediction. That's when he sees Mewtwo's eyes for the first time, two shiny orbs of violet observing him as he is them. The irises study his wavy white bangs, baggy, spectacled eyes, and curling goatee. Three curious fingers rise to trace the wrinkles on his forehead before wiping the tears from his cheek. A small smile stretches the creature's lips before its chin tucks in to nod.
"You may not have cared for me before, but you care about me now," Mewtwo continues. "That is all I can ask for now, for you to love me now."
"I do," Fuji confirms, pulling his child back in to embrace it once again. More tears stream down his face as he repeats Mewtwo's words in his head. The entity has really forgiven him; not only that, it seems to have accepted him and his love for it. But there is another issue at hand, something that can also threaten their chances to be together. "And I'm so afraid for you. The man who has hired me to create you is a terrible person. He plans to use you as a weapon to destroy and control the world."
"I know of him."
Fuji stiffens and pulls back. "You do?"
"He is my biological parent," Mewtwo tells him. "Who he is, is a part of my genetic makeup. I share a strong connection with him that allows me to detect his thoughts and feelings. I know his true intentions and what he really plans to do with me when I am finally born."
The scientist's hands ball into fists. "What does he plan on doing?"
"It is something only he and I can discuss," Mewtwo answers. "What I can tell you is that you have to leave as soon as you can. Hide, so he can never find you. Relay this message to the other scientists if you wish, but don't reveal your identity when you do. My father holds a secret that only he alone has knowledge of and will go to great lengths to ensure it stays that way. You have to act fast if you are to have any chance of saving yourself."
Fuji tenses. "What about you?" he asks. "You're the one he's really after. You have to get away from here with me."
"No," Mewtwo declines. "I have to confront him. If I run away with you, he will spend the rest of his life hunting us down. Both of us will never live in peace."
Fuji grunts, "Both of us will suffer."
"Father," Mewtwo calls, pulling away so it can look him in the eye, "I cannot thank you enough for wanting to save me. Nothing in the world will suffice to repay you for trying to give me a life filled with happiness and love. But I'm afraid this is our time to part. You have to flee from this island; and I have to speak to Giovanni—stall him, at the very least—to give you time to escape. This is the only way we can both have a second chance, Father. You have to have faith that things will work out for the best."
Fuji's face wrinkles. Tears stream down his face and drip onto his shirt. Not long after it has just been born, Mewtwo is already putting itself in danger. It may not be endangering the world as Fuji has first feared it would, but sacrificing itself for the safety of others isn't the fate the scientist wishes for it either. It isn't fair, Fuji laments. It doesn't matter whether he wants to save or abuse his child. Mewtwo is fated to suffer.
"Don't mourn for me, Father," Mewtwo places a hand on his shoulder. "We won't be separated for long. I will find you when the time is right. And when I do, I hope you will be alive and willing to accept me back into your life again."
"Yes," Fuji coughs and nods, "when we…meet again."
He pulls his child back to him again and squeezes it tightly. This time, Mewtwo returns his embrace with the strength it has recently gained in its arms. Fuji helps the pokémon up to its feet and then realizes it doesn't know how to stand or walk when the creature stumbles onto his shoulder. The father and child then spend the rest of their time together learning how to walk. The scientist guides the entity forward, holding its hands from behind so it can move with his support. Then, in just two hours, Mewtwo masters not just how to stand and walk but also how to leap, fly, and even play a makeshift game of tag with his father.
Fuji cannot be prouder of his offspring nor can he stop the tears from trickling down his face. In just an hour, Giovanni and the rest of his crew will arrive. Mewtwo is aware of this too, and they walk out of the mansion and toward Fuji's boat. The sun is rising from the horizon now, staining their night sky orange and yellow. Mewtwo shivers from the crisp morning air and grasps its father's hand. Fuji strokes its three-digits with a thumb as he pulls it toward the boat.
"Our time together doesn't have to end, you know," he says. "You can still come with me."
Mewtwo returns his caring squeeze and retrieves its hand. It then removes Fuji's coat and wraps it around the scientist's shoulders. "I love you, Father," it says, sealing its gesture with a tight embrace. "Until we meet again."
Fuji trembles, but not because he is cold. He embraces his child one last time, relishing every second, before slipping into the coat the creature has warmed for him. "I love you too."
He turns away and rushes into the boat. He sits on a bench, grabs the oars, and paddles into the ocean. Don't look back, he tells himself. Not until you're far enough from the island that you cannot immediately return there. It hurts to leave his child. So much so, it feels like a knife is piercing through his heart. But he has to be strong. They can't live in fear forever. If they are to ever move on in peace, he has to have faith in his child. But if Giovanni hurts or even kills Mewtwo? That's when Fuji will hunt him down and kill him himself.
"Until we meet again, Mewtwo," Fuji repeats. "Until we meet again."
~.~
Mewtwo keeps its eyes on the sky as the navy-blue canvas transforms into a lighter reflection of the sea. The ocean speaks to it in gentle roars as grains of sand cling and tickle its feet. Saltwater air soars through the sky on cool brushes of wind, while the rising sun coats the land in a timid warmth that remains for the rest of the day.
The creation continues to focus on its surroundings as a metal capsule lifted by rapidly-spinning propellers lands on a sturdier part of the shoreline. Who emerges is a tall man in his late thirties surrounded by a squadron of people in uniforms labeled with a bold, red "R". The man immediately locks eyes with Mewtwo, frowns, and approaches it.
"You're not supposed to be out here," he states. "Who released you?"
Mewtwo says nothing. Though it has never seen the man before, it knows him almost as well as anyone who has crossed paths with him. The leader of Team Rocket, its biological father.
Giovanni.
"Is it the same anonymous fool who told my scientists to vanish from the face of the earth?" Giovanni demands. "Answer me!"
But his child continues to hold its tongue. It meets its speaker's glare with an indifferent one, and Giovanni, who is now standing before it, becomes angry.
"Silence won't protect you," he warns, "neither will it protect the ones you want to hide from me. It won't be long until my men find and punish those bastards. And you," he points, "you will not be disobedient for long."
Mewtwo narrows its eyes, studying the tall man in a black suit, well-embedded frown, and sharp graphite glare. Though his irises are a different shade than it, the entity still feels like it is looking at its reflection. "That's the reason you have created me, is it not?"
Giovanni stiffens.
"To be the child you always wanted to have."
The leader immediately turns to his guards, only to have them look back at him inquisitively. When he gives them no commands, they return their attention to the creature before them. They have never seen the fascinating being before and is already wondering how much it will cost in the market.
"A telepath," Giovanni turns back and grits his teeth. "At least you have enough wit about you to keep this conversation private."
He makes his way toward the entity, keeping his steps slow and deliberate. Mewtwo watches him closely and positions itself for any sudden movements. It isn't until the man is standing in front of it does its composure becomes noticeably defensive.
"What exactly do you know?" Giovanni hisses, speaking quietly so only the psychic can hear him.
"That you plan on using me as a vessel for your first son," Mewtwo responds, "that as soon as you have me in your grasp, you will transfer his consciousness into my body so he can live the rest of his life as the most powerful pokémon in existence. Or in your case, the most powerful weapon in existence."
Giovanni smirks. "You're very full of yourself."
"You don't waste twenty years away from your family to create something mediocre," Mewtwo remarks. "No, you have great plans for me."
"Yes," Giovanni crosses his arms. He does it to appear dominant, but he hugs himself too tightly to appear anything but defensive. "So, if I were you, I'd do my best to comply. You may be feeling competent because you can read my mind and get my scientists to flee, but as far as I know, you just got here. If there's anything you need to know about surviving in this world, it's to not mess with me."
Mewtwo frowns. Then, after a long pause, says, "You haven't asked me why I waited for you. I could have fled the island with the person who has freed me, but I didn't. Has that not crossed your mind? Why I would rather wait for you than take advantage of my freedom?"
Giovanni studies it for a moment, absorbing the truth in its words. Then, after recognizing the same glare in its eyes as the one he sees in the mirror, he responds, "That's because you are waiting to serve me. Obeying me is in your blood. It is only natural that you seek me the second you are brought into this world. It is your purpose, your only will to live."
Mewtwo growls. "You, arrogant fiend," he spits, "do you really think so lowly of me?"
Its breaths shorten and hasten as blood stream rapidly across its system. Sweat trickles down its horned ears while its fists clench firmly. It doesn't know what it is feeling yet, for it is feeling it for the first time. So, it experiences the emotion with great intensity. Its six fingers pulse and throb, stimulated by waves of static.
"When I was born, I was scared, vulnerable, and cold," Mewtwo hisses. "I knew what was going to happen to me when I am finally brought into this world. I wouldn't be greeted with open arms. I would die not long after I gain my life."
It grunts and glares at its speaker, who it knows is only listening because he is more curious than he is sympathetic.
The static increases.
"But I was greeted with open arms," the psychic continues, "the arms of someone who loves me. That person begged me to run away with him so that I can be safe. But I told him no because I wanted to give you a second chance, the same chance that was given to me when I thought that my suffering wouldn't end. So, take this chance with me, Father. We can all be happy…together."
Its muscles tense when Giovanni releases a cold, bitter laugh. The henchmen step back. No one has ever seen Giovanni laugh before. No one can even imagine it. So, to see him cackle as if the creature has told him the funniest joke in the world strengthens the guards' already ardent curiosity. Who and what exactly is Mewtwo, and how does it have the power to make their leader do the impossible?
"You, ignorant fool," Giovanni scorns. "You are my second chance. Nothing ever went right in my life until twenty years of patience have finally brought you to me. Do you think I'm going to throw away everything I've sacrificed to get less than what I deserve?"
Everything in Mewtwo's body trembles as the man steps closer.
"I've done away lesser things to achieve what's greater," Giovanni continues. "So, put aside that stupid delusion and do as I say, or I'll do the same to you."
Mewtwo growls and retreats, stumbling until it is at a safer distance from the man.
"You, fiend!" It roars. "You don't care about me! You don't care about what happens to me! All you do is destroy those around you, regardless of the good they can and have done for you! You don't deserve glory, and no one deserves your pain!"
Giovanni steps back when the entity rises into the air. It hovers above him and his sentinels, static now violently streaking before their very eyes. Then, before they can fathom what's happening, a ball of energy gathers in Mewtwo's left palm and collides into the mansion. A large wall of the house crumbles then, creating a hole that reveals the lobby inside it.
"Stop!" Giovanni demands. "What are you doing?"
"Making sure you never make this mistake again," Mewtwo answers. Its glare is broad and watery. Its body shudders and jerks to contain its abounding power. There is a trace of fear wading through its mind, still processing how it can cause so much damage without a moment of practice. But the fear is quickly washed away by anger and betrayal. Rage overflows its system, fueling its desire and attacks to destroy more of the mansion and everything inside it.
Giovanni pulls out the gun he has hidden in his coat and shoots the entity. He consistently misses due to Mewtwo's agile movements and swears before running back to his crew.
"Shoot it!" he orders. "Shoot it down!"
The grunts immediately draw their weapons and open fire on their target. They too have difficulty landing their mark, much to their leader's growing frustration. But then a bullet grazes Mewtwo's arm. The telepath flinches at the hot, rapid contact, causing it to flail in mid-air.
"I've got you now," Giovanni smirks, raising his weapon directly at Mewtwo's head.
The pokémon levitates backward as it finally regards the instruments of its adversaries. Its upper left arm is still burning, marked by a warning that every part of its figure receives. It instinctively searches for a source of comfort and finds none. It has no one but itself, and it's terrifying. If being used as a mere vessel for another being has scared it, then being alone brings it into a new level of fear.
But that's when it remembers Fuji. The scientist has had sufficient time to escape; surely, he has found a place to be safe from Giovanni's many eyes. He is probably hiding somewhere, waiting patiently for his child to return. They will meet again, Mewtwo remembers. It just has to survive long enough to come back to him.
Right before another bullet can reach its target, its path is blocked by a violet shield. More rounds come and hit, only to arrive at the same terminating conclusion. Giovanni's eyes harden as Mewtwo straightens its posture. The entity glares back at him, resolution in its amethyst gaze.
"Lower your defenses, you coward!" Giovanni commands. He continues to shoot but more out of anger than intent to strike. When he finally runs out of bullets, he shoves his gun back into its holster and watches his guards continue their offense.
"I will no longer try to sway you into giving yourself something you deny every day," Mewtwo communicates. "You have surrendered the chance to gain love and happiness, that much is understood. But I won't make the same mistake, and neither will anything you create after me."
It makes a rapid turn into the mansion and destroys everything its sees. Computers, furniture, walls, and floors—anything that can hold the ingredients to make another form of it. Fuji has convinced Giovanni to transport and store everything about its creation in the mansion two years before the establishment is built. It is a decision that no doubt seems foolish to Giovanni now but was clever when first conceived. Giovanni has developed the greatest weapon ever created. If no one can replicate his achievement, then no one can fight against him.
Mewtwo sweeps side to side as soon as it hears bullets buzzing from behind. When a shot flies a few inches from its head, it manifests a shield so it can be protected once again. The mansion isn't as big as it anticipates, so it takes a while for Mewtwo to find a hallway to recover. The telepath is exerting too much force in its first time utilizing its powers. Its muscles ache and its brain hammers inside its skull. But it is fighting for not only its life but Fuji's, the scientists', and the subjects' that can come after it as well. It will deal with the repercussions after the adrenaline saves their lives.
The telepath flies away again as soon as Giovanni and his henchmen round a corner and puts up its shield once more. When it sees a staircase leading to the basement, it immediately descends into the lab before destroying everything in its sight. The number of bullets coming its way is decreasing, it notices. A smirk stretches across its lips before blasting an energy beam into the lab's central computer.
"No!"
Mewtwo turns around to see Giovanni and his henchmen finally catch up to it. Giovanni's eyes are red with rage. His fingers twitch to shoot the entity down, but they don't. Not just because the gun is out of bullets but also because the first and last fruit of his labors is standing before him. Taunting him, just like his first two sons.
Then he notices something else too. Mewtwo is looking more tired than before. Beads of sweat cover many parts of its body while heavy breaths of air come in and out of its dry mouth. It is exhausted, Giovanni observes. Just like...a pokémon.
"I got you now, you piece of garbage."
Mewtwo is barely standing when Giovanni pulls out a sphere. It is red on the upper half and white on the lower half. In the middle of the line dividing the halves is a button which, after Giovanni activates it, enlarges the ball into the size of his palm. A sneer wrinkles the lines across Giovanni's face, making Mewtwo's blood run cold.
Giovanni shoots the creature another look, aiming at it, before tossing the sphere toward its way. Mewtwo may not know what the object will do but is wise enough to maneuver away. Fortunately so, because when the ball hits the wall behind it, it unleashes a stream of red light that pulls Mewtwo in. The psychic leaps back. The beam hasn't been close to touching the telepath, yet its gravitational pull has been heavy enough to tug it in. Giovanni doesn't plan on killing it anymore, Mewtwo realizes in fear. He plans to capture it.
Its next movements are automatic. A blast of energy shoots a hole through the ceiling and the roof, exposing a sunny sky and pouring in the sounds of the beach. Mewtwo immediately flies through the gap, rising until it is high above the mansion. It looks down at the lab and gazes into Giovanni's glare. Then, with a firm resolve, it flies away.
Giovanni's breaths quicken and shorten before letting out a scream of frustration. Even at its weakest point, that laboratory freak still has enough strength to escape him. All of the funds his organization has gathered to build the facilities, the time he has spent away from his family to create the perfect son—wasted. He should have known better than to believe that things can go his way for once—to think he can finally make things right. What's next? Are Giovanni and his men going to spend another twenty years tracking that filth down?
"Don't worry, sir!"
Giovanni's scowl angles toward a grunt, who is beaming and waving a smartphone to his face.
"I got the creature on camera!" he claims. "I've been recording it since we saw it, so we have more than enough evidence that it exists!"
The leader marches to him and snatches the grunt's gun from its holster. The weapon's magazine falls into his non-dominant hand at a push of the release and, after proper scrutiny, reveals a full case of bullets.
"You disobeyed me," Giovanni states.
"Yes, but, sir, this is better!" the grunt insists, waving his hands excitedly as the other man reloads the weapon. "My pokédex didn't recognize that creature, so it could be a rare pokémon, maybe even a legendary one! If we catch and sell it, then we could get more money than w—"
A bang cuts him off and reverbs throughout the lab. His knees collapse beneath him while the rest of his body falls into a pool of blood. Giovanni eyes the bullet he put through the man's skull before pocketing the gun in his coat. Upon doing so, he spots the smartphone the fool had been bragging about and bends to pick it up.
Silence ensues. The rest of the grunts stand tall as their boss watches the video taken by the device. Giovanni's eyes widen and narrow, witnessing the investment which has cost twenty years of his life get away from his clutches. If that isn't infuriating enough, certain lines of dialogue echo in his mind.
"You have surrendered the chance to gain love and happiness, that much is understood. But I won't make the same mistake, and neither will anything you create after me."
"We will not go after this creature," Giovanni states, eliciting shock from the guards who don't dare display it. He looks back on the phone right when it is showing Mewtwo assault the mansion, "We will do something else, something better."
The trip back to the helicopter is silent and stays silent as Giovanni sits at the back of the vehicle to watch the video again and again. Upon arrival at the Team Rocket headquarters, the mafia head commands his staff to post the video on every server of the Internet. No explanation, just intention. The rest of the world doesn't need to know the purpose of his actions. But Mewtwo will know what he's doing no matter where it is, Giovanni predicts. He can feel the psychic in his mind, prodding his thoughts as if they were displayed in a museum. So, he speaks to the entity through them, wanting nothing but for it to know the curse he has placed upon it.
You will not escape me.
"A video of a cat-like humanoid attacking a mansion is quickly trending all over the world," a female broadcaster declares through a television in the Kanto Region. "Little is known about from where and when this video was taken. But one thing is for certain: if this is a pokémon, then it is a pokémon that everyone would like to have."
You will not escape the plans I had for you.
"The trending video, as it turns out, is far from fiction," a male broadcaster continues from the Johto Region. "After weeks of thorough investigation, a group of ambitious pokémon trainers has found the same mansion in the video on a secluded island in Kanto called Cinnabar. The house holds no residents but a dead man in the basement. If that isn't strange or eerie enough, the basement is filled with advanced but demolished computers, as well as sealed metal cabinets that are scorched from the inside out. Investigators are doing their best to gather whatever information they can from the peculiar area, but they are quickly coming to a barren conclusion. Many speculate that the damages to this mansion have been intentional. If we cannot figure out what has happened to the building and everything it holds, it's probably because the mysterious pokémon doesn't want us to."
You will remember me, that you came from me, and that you are only here because of me.
"Also, inside of this mysterious mansion is a cylinder found with traces of a strange green liquid," a male journalist declares from outside a university in the Hoenn region. "Forensic scientists here at Fortree University have analyzed the matter and stated that the essence is similar to the one that nourishes a fetus in a womb. From this conclusion, many have theorized that the mysterious pokémon that has damaged the mansion has also been created in the mansion. If this is the reason, then why has the pokémon destroyed what could be its birthplace? Until we get the answers, we'll just have to keep searching for the truth. Back to you, Jenyne."
You seek love and acceptance, things you think you deserve.
"An autopsy report reveals that the cause of death of the man found in the mansion is brain damage and blood loss," a female reporter adds from the Sinnoh Region. "Investigators are still trying to gather clues about who the man is and why he has been murdered, but the only clue they have collected is the man's uniform, which the International Police has quickly attributed to Team Rocket, one of the most infamous mafias in the world. This, of course, raises more questions than it answers. How is Team Rocket involved with the events that have happened on this island? Are they the ones who were trying to shoot the pokémon down in the video? Is the deceased man part of Team Rocket, or is someone trying to frame or send a message to the organization? Did the mysterious creature kill him? If so, why and how? The video never shows the pokémon wielding a gun. Has the man perhaps been shot by the person who filmed the video? Police around the world have intensified their search for the group so we can answer at least one question, but the mafia seems to be harder to find now more than ever. This is no longer the discovery of a new pokémon, ladies and gentlemen, but a murder investigation. If you have any tips that can aid the search for the unknown pokémon and the killer, immediately call the International Police at 7490."
But you will never have it. I will ruin your name, so everyone will only see you as I do.
"Scientists from Vermillion Laboratory have formed a possible connection between the mysterious creature and a deity called Mew," a female correspondent announces from the Sinnoh Region. "They have found illustrations of the creature who is supposedly the ancestor of every pokémon in existence and many similarities to the entity in the famous video. So of course, many people are excited about the possibility that this unknown but powerful creature is the descendant of a legend."
A weapon.
"The mysterious creature, which is fondly named 'Mewtwo' by many, is quickly gaining the favor of pokémon trainers, researchers, scholars, and the like, sending many around the world to find and capture it," a male correspondent reports from the Kalos Region. "If you are one of the people who are part of the search, be warned that Mewtwo is no ordinary pokémon. A few who have claimed to see Mewtwo in person warns that the pokémon is a savage beast with no compassion in its heart. It is cruel and unmerciful and will kill you if you are unprepared to face it. Little more is known about this pokémon, but after many months of studying what they can gather from the creature, scientists around the world have collaborated on a pokédex entry stating the following: Mewtwo, the genetic pokémon, was created through genetic manipulation of the deity, Mew. It is the most powerful and deadly pokémon in existence."
