Master Six 2:

Truth and Consequences

Chapter 11



"Dr. Lapier?" Psycho asked the quiet man before him.

"Yes child," Dr. Lapier answered.

"Are you Heather's father?" Psycho asked.

"Heh, yes boy. I am Heather Lapier's father," he answered, "but that is not important now. I don't know how you are connected with my daughter, and right now I don't care. My time is short, and now it is time to tell you the truth."

"The truth?" Lindsey asked quietly.

"Yes my dear, the truth. The truth about everything and anything you want to here. I know it all, I know everything you want to know."

"I want to know the truth," Psycho said sternly.

"The truth huh?" Dr. Lapier responded, "Do you think you can handle the truth? I doubt it. Neither one of you could handle the truth."

"Try us," Psycho challenged.

"Very well," Dr. Lapier answered, "have a seat."

"No thank you," Psycho responded.

"Actually you must," Dr. Lapier instructed as he indicated two chairs behind Psycho and Lindsey. Reluctantly they sat down.

Psycho didn't want any crap from Lapier. He had already had too much. He didn't know what "truth" this guy was talking about. Maybe what they wanted to hear. Lindsey had mentioned her father, some guy who was holding her captive. Maybe Lapier knew about that.

Lindsey was worried. Dr. Carter had said that he was her father. But in a special way. He wouldn't clarify, and then he left. Then of course, Zak rescued her. Now they had found Dr. Lapier, Heather's father. He was going to tell them something. She wanted the truth. She wanted to find out who she was.

She wasn't going to be happy.

"Twelve or so years ago we started a new experiment. It was the brainchild of one Dr. Nancy Fredrisco. She wanted something new, something special. Something never before achieved by human science. She wanted to create the ultimate soldier. The ultimate human soldier. The experiment was human genetic alterations. There, I said it. We were creating human beings, and we were manipulating their DNA so that they would come out how we wanted them to come out. We made them better by adding pokemon DNA to our creations, thereby making a human being with the powers of a pokemon. Do you understand? We created human beings with the powers of pokemon."

The members of The Master Six that were present sat stunned. They didn't know what to think. This was a horrible truth. The creation of human beings, and then genetically mutating them into human-pokemon hybrids. It sounded so horrible. But they couldn't stop. They couldn't say anything.

They were stunned.

But they still wanted more.

Dr. Lapier was going somewhere with this.

But where?

"The team of scientists included Dr. Fredrisco, myself, Dr. Carter, Dr. Reginald McSquinntle, and a few other assistants or whatever. The first pokechild we created was a sole experiment by Dr. Fredrisco. She used her eggs, and the man's cell from one of the assistants to create the first child. You see, we created them in embryonic form in a test tube, and then we took them out into the real world at about the age of fourteen months. Then we raised them so that they would grow like a normal child, and we could train them in the use of their powers. This first girl was combined with the DNA of a Bellsprout, and she turned out "wrong" I guess you could say.

"This girl showed signs of her pokemon...heritage and so she could not really travel on the main land. She didn't look entirely human. But we continued her growth, and even started more pokechildren. We each had our own specimen to work solely on. They were usually made using our own reproductive cells to make these pokechildren our own children. The most special one for all of us was Dr. Carter's "daughter". This girl looked completely normal, and was made with very special pokemon DNA. To create her, we used our special and rare Mew DNA. That's why we called her Mewthree."

There it was. The truth.

It was out and it was smacking the two children in the face.

Mewthree.

Lindsey gasped.

Psycho still didn't understand. He turned to Lindsey as she buried her face in her hands.

"Yes my dear," Dr. Lapier said softly to the little girl, "you were created as a super pokemon soldier. But don't think yourself a monster. You were a beautiful creation, the best creation ever. You are a perfect child. That power you have. The transforming one. Dr. Carter decided to give you something special, so he used some reconfigured Ditto DNA to give you an extra power. Don't cry. You are perfect."

"Is this real?" Psycho asked putting his arm around Lindsey's shoulder, "this can't be real. Wha...? No. It can't. This is horrible."

"I'm sorry child," Dr. Lapier answered looking at Lindsey, "but it is all true. Lindsey is a scientific experiment that succeeded beautifully and perfectly. She is the greatest of all her "brothers" and "sisters". She is perfect. I'm sorry you don't understand. And I'm also sorry for this."

"For what?" Psycho asked confused.

"This punks!" the voice came from behind.

Two powerful arms grabbed Psycho from behind. He tried to fight, but the surprise grab had him totally and completely pinned. He screamed and shouted, but he couldn't escape. Dr. Wander had grabbed him. Dr. DeWhisple had grabbed Lindsey. She didn't resist. How could she, how could she do anything anymore with what she just found out.

Even while he was being pulled from his chair.

Even while he was being bound with ropes at the wrists and ankles.

He watched Lindsey. He watched what she did. How she reacted.

How she handled this new information.

It wasn't that bad. She wasn't a monster.

The only problem was that she would have to realize this.

She wasn't a monster.

The scientists were.

Monsters!

* * * *

"What is going on?" Specks asked his comrades who were tied up next to him.

"Life is not good Specks," Psycho answered looking at Lindsey.

Psycho and Lindsey were taken into yet another room that was connected to the main laboratory. Here they found Specks, who was also tied up. This trip wasn't going well for anybody.

"What's wrong with Lindsey?" Specks asked.

"Not right now man," Psycho answered still looking at Lindsey. She had her face buried in her hands still. Silently weeping. "Let's just say we found what we were looking for."

"What?" Specks asked in surprise, "you found out about Lindsey? Well? What is it? Are her parents scientists? What?"

"She's a freak!" a girls voice shrieked from the doorway.

Psycho and Specks turned to the new arrival. Miranda had entered the room.

"Shut up Miranda!" Specks shouted at her.

"Friend of yours?" Psycho asked Specks.

"Lindsey is a freak! A monster!" Miranda continued, "She is a horrible genetic monster designed to be the perfect warrior."

"What are you talking about?" Specks asked.

"Don't you know yet dear," Miranda asked sarcastically, "Lindsey is a genetically created human being combined with the DNA of a Mew. So you see, she is a monster."

"No!" Specks shouted at Miranda, "you're lying!"

"No Specks," Psycho said quietly, "she isn't."

"What?!" Specks turned to Psycho, "what are you...I...what?"

"That is what we discovered," Psycho admitted, "Lindsey was...an experiment in creating human beings."

"Huh?" Specks stuttered, "Lindsey...I. Are you okay?"

Lindsey just kept her face buried in her hands.

"HAH!" Miranda laughed, "how horrible for you Specks. Your teammate is a freak. A monster!"

"Shut up Miranda!" Specks yelled at her.

"No Specks," Miranda responded, "no. I will never shut up. You don't understand me, or anything about my life. This is my life; this scientific world is my life. I am thirteen years old. When I was barely one, my father and mother, Henry and Agatha Carter, were scientists here. Based on the experiments being performed here, they created a child out of their reproductive cells and the DNA of Mew. They called her Mewthree. That is Lindsey."

Nobody responded. The truth was horrible, but it was something they would have to live with. They just stared at Miranda. Psycho filled with hate. Specks filled with emotion.

"Nothing to say?" Miranda pondered, "It's just as well. What can you say or do, you're all my captives and you will hear my entire story. Eventually, Mewthree was taken out of the test tube, and she became a real sister to me. That happened so long ago, that I just figured Mewthree really was my real sister. In a way she was, of course, but not really. When I was five, my parents saw my potential. I was a genius. I could understand all the equations and sciences my parents were dealing with. My father wanted me to join him in his work, and I could think of nothing better. My mother didn't want me to, and she left us. It didn't matter, mother was too weak for what I wanted to achieve.

"With mother gone, my father showed me everything he was working on. At the age of six, I was shown Project Juvenile, the name for the pokechildren experiment. I was told that Mewthree was special, and I joined my father in the research he did on her. Science became my life, Mewthree became my life. I was engulfed in Project Juvenile. Then, two years ago, Mewthree managed to escape our island. I was devastated. My life was over, so I began a new one. For two years I worked and prepared for my sister's return. I knew she would come back. It would only be a matter of time. Two weeks ago, we got a message from Team Rocket telling us that they had found Mewthree, contact had been made. But she escaped them as well. They told us she would soon becoming home, only she would have powerful friends."

Miranda paced in front of the three of them. She looked at them. Studied them.

She looked directly into Psycho's eyes.

"Where is your power," she asked him, "you're are just pathetic children trying to fight something that is bigger than you could ever imagine. Where is your power boy? Where!?"

Psycho looked her directly in the eye. He stared so hard he couldn't believe it.

"You want to see power!?" he shouted at her, "I will show you power!"

Psycho had been working his hands for some time now. He was slowly but surely loosening the ropes that bound his wrists. With as much of the freedom as he had obtained, Psycho reached to his belt, to the pokeball that these "smart" scientists had failed to take. He took the Master Ball, and rolled it along the ground. As he released it, he whispered only two words. "Mew. Go."

"What?" Miranda questioned stepping back from the rolling pokeball, "what did you say?"

In a flash, the Master Ball opened and the pokemon inside began to emerge.

"Mew," Psycho instructed in a quiet yet forceful voice, "tear this place apart."

He said it slowly and quietly, but one could feel the hatred surging from every word.

Mew was hardly halfway out of the pokeball before the destruction started.

Mew is the most powerful pokemon in the world.

She has at her disposal the power of the mind.

And with it, she can bring any pokemon to its knees.

Or any laboratory to ruin.

It seemed only an instant before the fires started.