Disclaimer: Mewtwo, Giovanni, John Fuji, Cinnabar Island, and the other
Pokémon are copyright Game Freak. Every other character, the Wu
Apartments, and the Augusta Labs are copyright me.
Note: This is a serious take on the Pokémon world. Don't expect too many jokes.
Warning: This gets gory in later chapters.
Chapter 1
Wu Apartments
Cinnabar Island
9, 27, 1997
3:04 A.M.
Doctor John Fuji stared at the computer screen in his apartment. Images of clones. Nothing but clones. It was what the people wanted from science now. John stared at a screen. It was an image of a Caterpie, alongside its clone. The next was a Marril next to its clone. Clones. They were exact copies of living things. Many things had been cloned. Pokémon, sheep, dogs, and plants all had been cloned. A new group of scientists had claimed they had cloned a human. He just wished it was his group.
Another image of clones appeared. It was a herd of sheep, made up of nothing but clones. No real sheep. His team once tried to clone the extinct Pokémon Kabuto, but to only find its clone had died before it was completed.
That event had discouraged them from ever again cloning.
His team was made up of seven people, not including him. They were Joanna Wall, Ben Anderson, Dick Tallman, Serena Rae, Link Imholte, Glenn Howard, and Brad Ketchum. John was the top scientist. They were genetic scientists, yet they had failed at cloning.
John scratched his beared, and looked at more of the pictures. The next picture he looked at surprised him. It was a real Charizard next to its clone. The clone, however, had longer, more vile looking teeth, and had a few teeth sticking out of its lips and mouth. Its claws were abnormally large, and the beast had two pairs of wings. Its scales had a bluish tint, and its tail was longer and more whip like. A blue flame tipped the Charizard's tail. Saliva dripped from its fangs.
Genetic mutation. Gene splicing. John had heard it all before. But it was the look in the Charizard's eyes that got him. The cold, reptilian eyes seemed to pierce into his soul. Then John got an idea. To create a clone so scary looking, but doesn't have a killer instinct. He quickly saved his picture to the hard drive.
Then the thought of the dead Kabuto and other failed clones shot him down again. How were they going to get the equipment? The money? Their team was almost bankrupt. He looked around the basement. The lights were out. Everyone inside his apartment was probably asleep. It was around 3:00 in the morning. He flicked the lights. He looked at the pictures hanging around. They were all of failed cloning experiments. An Irish Setter. A Weedle. A Squirtle. Kabuto. All had failed. However, one picture on his computer desk brightened him up. It was a picture of his team and a successful clone. It was a Poliwhirl. The team had called him Swirly. One day, however, they found Swirly missing, and a puddle of blood where he was last.
His thoughts then went to the Charizard clone on the computer screen. Its ugly, mutated face would scare anyone who looked at it, and the monster's eyes seemed to pierce into his very soul. He had to create something similar. Something mutated. Something horrifying. Something with the mind of a child. But which child? John had no children. Neither did Joanna, Ben, Serena, Dick, Glenn, or Link. Only Brad. Brad had a nine year old boy. A nine year old boy was one of the most innocent things John could think of. He had the boy. Now he needed an animal and the equipment. An animal would be easy. He knew it wasn't going to be just any animal. It was going to be a Pokémon.
And not just any Pokémon.
It was going to be a legendary Pokémon. Something rare. Something powerful. Something extinct. Something that no one else had.
Something like Mew.
A Mew fossil had recently been discovered in Paraguay. Hopefully we'll find a DNA sample, Fuji thought. If we do, we'll be famous!
Johnathon smiled, and looked at the Charizard picture. Now all he needed was the equipment.
John looked at the man across the desk sitting in a large, red leather chair. They were in the Viridian Gym. The man's black hair glinted in the light. His sinister eyes stared at John, almost giving him the feeling when he first stared at the Charizard clone. He knew, however, the man was as harmless to him as a butterfly. To Pokémon Trainers, though, he was the most powerful enemy they had. The man brushed off his red suite with the letter R on his chest. Then the man took out a black pen, and took out a piece of paper. It was a check. He didn't write on it. Instead, he looked at Fuji.
"Why do you insist that I am the only one who can fund your cloning project? After all, aren't I the president of Team Rocket?"
John stared at the man. "Well, Mr. Mazoni,"
"Giovanni. Just Giovanni," Giovanni interrupted.
"Yes, um, well, Giovanni," John cleared his throat. "Ever since you funded our first cloning project in 95,"
Giovanni cut in, "The Irish Setter?"
"Yes, the Irish setter. The dog may have died before it was completed, but I believe the equipment you gave us was the best, and I'm not just saying that to be nice. I really need someone to get us the equipment," John finally finished.
Giovanni was about to write on the check, sighed, and looked up. "I'm not sure. What's in it for me?"
Fuji looked down to the ground. I should've expected this, John Fuji thought. How can I sweeten the deal?
"Well?" Giovanni asked.
John looked up, and said, "When we finish the project, you can have the finished clone."
"What if the creature doesn't survive, like last time? Huh?" A long moment of silence. "Answer me, Johnathon, damnit answer me."
"I was hoping to use the equipment over again until we make a successful clone."
"Fine, John. Fine. But I'll only give you nine years."
"Nine years? Isn't that much?"
"Look, Johnathon. I bet you that you won't get a successful clone until five years later. Just be happy I'm giving you enough time. I'll give you all the equipment, and some money to buy some extra supplies." Giovanni started to write on his check, and asked, "What's the date today, John?"
John looked at his watch, and said, "October third."
Giovanni wrote more on his check. "What was it you're making again? Some type of clone that has the mind of a nine year old boy?" Giovanni asked, without looking up.
"Yes," John answered.
Giovanni handed Fuji the check, and said, "Then it better listen to me and be a damn good fighter. My Pokémon are average. I want something way above average. Something so powerful, nobody can make a scratch on it."
John nodded his head, and said, "Will do, Giovanni. Will do."
Inside a small home on Cinnabar Island, Sean Strozak looked at the fossil he had found. It was a small piece of fur, presumably from the rare and elusive Mew. He was looking at it with a microscope. The fur fossilized in the rock was so tiny, it amazed Strozak that such a thing could have such small fur. No animal alive had that small of fur. That is, if Mew is dead, Strozak thought.
Strozak was a big, barrel chested man, around the age of 40. He had short, brown hair and a small mustache. He was a professional paleontologist, a person that studies and digs up ancient life. The Mew fossil was thought to be from 50 million years ago, five million years after the dinosaurs went extinct. If the people claiming they saw Mew aren't lying, then Mew would've been a damn good survivor.
A lot of reports about seeing extinct things, like Kabutops, Mew, spinosaurus, plesiosaurs, had been popping up a lot in the recent years. People claimed they saw Mew, running away from them in the amazon rain forest. People claimed they saw a plesiosaur, or the Loch Ness Monster. Kabutops in Lake Superior. Spinosaurs in the Sahara Desert. Strozak had heard it all before. He didn't believe them, except for the Mew stories.
Every Mew story was similar, but none of the people had ever met each other, but if they had already met each other, it was probably one of the most intricate, most elaborate hoax ever. One story was told to him by a biologist named Richard Hayashida. He was studying the pirana's feeding habits, when he claimed that a bubble, tinted pink, rise out of the Amazon River. Out of the bubble came Mew, and he claimed its silky white and pink fur was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The bubble exploded, and Mew had flown away.
Another was of a pair of fishermen named Robert Dalson and Lloyd Swanson were out fishing in the amazon river when a group of killer bees started to come towards the boat. Out of the water, right in front of the killer bees, a pinkish tinted bubble shot out, scaring the killer bees, and Mew shot out of the bubble and flew away.
All the stories Strozak had heard all had a pinkish tinted bubble coming from the Amazon River. They were nothing like the stories of the other extinct animals that were different every time. These were stories that were almost the same, being told from people that have never met each other.
Strozak had been laughed at by his fellow paleontologists for believing in the Mew stories, but he never stopped believing. But Strozak wanted more than the other paleontologists. He didn't want to find at least one fossil of Mew in his lifetime, he already had. He didn't even hope to find a complete skeleton of Mew, which hadn't done before.
Strozak wanted to prove Mew still existed, even if it killed him.
The phone rang. Strozak ran to it, and picked it up. "Hello?" he asked, in a deep voice.
A familiar voice answered, "Sean? Is that you?"
"Yeah, it is, Brad. Now what do you want?" Strozak asked, impatiently. Not only did Strozak want to get back to his studying on the Mew fossil, he hated the guts out of Brad Ketchum. It had been like that since Brad had accidentally destroyed a perfectly good Omanyte shell fossil.
"Well, Sean. We all know you have a Mew fossil, correct? A hair?" Ketchum asked.
Strozak hated to say it to Ketchum, but he had to, "Yes, a hair."
"Our genetics team have been thinking of cloning Mew, and we,"
Strozak cut in, "I'll give you the hair immediately. I'll be over to the lab in a half an hour." Strozak hung up, and laughed with glee. He had gotten an idea to steal the clone Mew from them as soon as they got done, and make everyone else believe he had discovered a Mew. A live Mew! He'd be on every single scientific magazine! He could imagine it. People paying him loads and loads of money to take them onto trips into the Amazon to lead them in hunts for Mews that he knew wouldn't be successful. He could charge people money to see the Mew! The words "Come see the world famous Mew, only 9,992 yen!" He smiled, and looked at the fossilized fur. He grabbed it, put it in a plastic baggie and hopped into his car. It was a red, rusted up 1987 Bronco II. It was a load of crap, and he knew it. It would get the job done, however. He pulled out of the drive way.
"This is going to be perfect. With a little patience, a hole shit load of money will be mine!" he said, thinking out loud.
While driving down the road, his cell phone rang. Strozak picked it up, and said, "Hello?"
"Strozak, listen to me!" it was Brad. "We aren't in the normal, run down lab. This time, we're in the Augusta Lab. Its address is 5418. We're in lab B13. Hope I didn't cause you any trouble."
"No trouble at all," Strozak said, looking a little raged. They hung up. "The bastard!" Strozak yelled. He wasn't sure why he said it, it was Strozak that hung up.
Strozak knew where the Augusta Laboratory was. It was in the opposite way he was going! Strozak made a U-Turn, angering some drivers.
While driving, Sean started to think about the money he would be raking in. Genetic scientists would be paying him money just to clone the thing. Biologists would pay to study it. Pokémon Professors would pay to study it. Everyone would pay just to look at it. He would be up to his nose in cash. Everything would go his way.
Strozak pulled into the parking lot of the Augusta Lab. He picked up the baggie with the hair in it, and headed into the laboratory.
The entire building was actually made up of many labs, and Strozak knew that the lab B13 would be on floor two. He walked up the stairs, noticing the majority of the people were wearing white lab coats. The people themselves looked dull and drab. It gave Strozak the chills. Once he was on the top floor, he saw Serena Rene, the only good looking scientist that he knew of.. Her long, flowing golden hair shined in the light. Her charming green eyes twinkled. Everything about her, to Strozak, was beautiful.
"Ah, yes. Sean Strozak, nice to finally see you again. I'm Serena Rene, remember me?" Serena asked Strozak.
"Yes, I remember you. What exactly happened with the Kabuto?" Strozak asked.
Serena answered, "Oh, it was really a mystery. Nobody has found out yet." She started walking down the hall. "Follow me, please."
Strozak followed Serena down the hall, and finally to lab B13. When they stepped inside, Strozak stared in awe. It was huge, filled with every type scientific equipment Strozak could think of.
"Holy fuck," Strozak whispered under his breathe.
All of the other scientists were in the room. John ran up to Strozak, and shook his hand. "Yes, Sean. Glad you could come. Now, you say you have the fossil?" John asked.
"Yes," Sean answered. Strozak handed the scientist the fur fossil. John nodded his head, and took the fossil out of the baggie.
"Interesting. Hopefully there'll be enough DNA to clone." John brought the fossil over to a machine that Strozak could only guess at what it would do. It was small, with a tiny pin at the end. John flicked on a switch, and Strozak heard a small whirring sound. The sound was coming from the pin! It was a tiny drill! Fuji took out a microscope, much more fancy than Strozak's. John Fuji placed the fossil on the microscope, and looked into it.
John knew this was tedious work. He had to be extra careful not to destroy the fossil. The chatting among Strozak and the other scientists had stopped. Fuji slowly inserted the minute drill into the hair, and pulled it out. He hadn't drill all the way through. John took out a pin, and scrapped some of the inside of the drill hole, still looking in the microscope. He looked at the pin. A few tiny rock bits were stuck to the pin. The scientist scrapped the bits into a petri dish, and put the petri dish in a machine similar to a CAT scan. The petri dish was slid into the device, and a bunch of words came onto a nearby monitor. It said "SCANNING SAMPLE." A minute later, it said, "SCANNING COMPLETE. DNA STRANDS: 20."
"Oh my god," John said under his breath. "20?! There must be a mistake. I'll re scan it." The petri dish came out, and went back in.
"SCANNING SAMPLE."
"SCANNING COMPLETE."
"DNA STRANDS: 20."
Everybody, except for Strozak, stared in awe. There were 20 strands of DNA in a single piece of fur. That was way more than enough to clone.
"So, can you clone it?" Strozak asked.
"Can we clone it?" Anderson said, mocking. "We could make a bunch of clones!" He never took his eyes off the computer screen.
Strozak smiled, knowing everything was going his way.
Two weeks past, and the team finally started on the cloning/mutation project. Strozak finally figured out that they weren't just cloning Mew. They were mutating it to a horrid beast with the mind of a nine year old child. All the better, Strozak thought. People will pay more money to see a genetic mutation, especially one with the mind of a child.
Three years had past. John smiled at his creation in the tank. The mutant didn't smile back. It wasn't ready to live. Its eyes were closed. The green fluid inside the tank didn't soak the clone's fur. It was a special type of liquid that didn't get anything wet.
Cords were stuck onto the clone. One was inside its mouth. One was in each nostril. Two were under its chest. Two were in his ears. The cords maintained his metabolism, heartbeat, breathe, and a few other vital organs.
The mutant had already grown to over four feet tall and ten feet long. Its head was very large, mostly filled with a brain.
The clone was amazing. The clone was given the code name "Mewtwo," or the second Mew.
And Mewtwo wasn't an it. Fuji and the others had made Mewtwo male, if it were to have the mind of a nine year old boy.
"Yes, my furry little clone. You're going to be Giovanni's valuable partner. Yes, you are, Mewtwo. Yes you are, Mewtwo," John Fuji said, pretending Mewtwo could hear him.
John left the lab to go back to his apartment. It was after one in the morning, and he needed sleep. He hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in a long time. He yawned, and headed out. He didn't need to worry about his clone. The Augusta Laboratory had the greatest security system he knew of.
Inside lab B13, the sound of a car screeching away was heard.
~You are Mewtwo. Yes you are, Mewtwo.~
The next day, in the lab, something urgent was found out.
"John! John!" Glenn called. "Something terrible is happening to Mewtwo. He is growing too fast."
John answered, "Then get a bigger tank!"
"No, no John. His cells have developed something because of his growing too fast. If we don't stop his growing, he'll collapse upon himself after he gets over approximately six feet seven inches. What do we do?" Glenn pleaded.
John thought about all his studies. What makes a cell divide? Fuji thought. Then it hit him. Cellular mitosis. They had the equipment to stop it.
"We're going to have to slow down or stop his mitosis," John said, walking to the machine. It was like a computer, but had a cord attached to it. He unraveled the cord and stuck it in to the glass tube, like a suction cup. He pressed the pin from the cord into the tube. He walked back to the machine, and asked Glenn, "How fast has he been growing?"
Glenn answered, "For the past three days, he's been growing two inches a day."
Holy shit, John thought. No wonder his cells can't take it.
"Okay. I'll slow down his mitosis so he grows exactly one inch taller every five years. In another five years, which will be in 2005, we'll have to stop his mitosis. We'll only slow it down for now. He's been given too many strong chemicals. If we stop his mitosis, it might be just as deadly as letting him grow." John punched in a few more keys, and a large screech was heard from the computer.
The mitosis slow down had worked.
Note: This is a serious take on the Pokémon world. Don't expect too many jokes.
Warning: This gets gory in later chapters.
Chapter 1
Wu Apartments
Cinnabar Island
9, 27, 1997
3:04 A.M.
Doctor John Fuji stared at the computer screen in his apartment. Images of clones. Nothing but clones. It was what the people wanted from science now. John stared at a screen. It was an image of a Caterpie, alongside its clone. The next was a Marril next to its clone. Clones. They were exact copies of living things. Many things had been cloned. Pokémon, sheep, dogs, and plants all had been cloned. A new group of scientists had claimed they had cloned a human. He just wished it was his group.
Another image of clones appeared. It was a herd of sheep, made up of nothing but clones. No real sheep. His team once tried to clone the extinct Pokémon Kabuto, but to only find its clone had died before it was completed.
That event had discouraged them from ever again cloning.
His team was made up of seven people, not including him. They were Joanna Wall, Ben Anderson, Dick Tallman, Serena Rae, Link Imholte, Glenn Howard, and Brad Ketchum. John was the top scientist. They were genetic scientists, yet they had failed at cloning.
John scratched his beared, and looked at more of the pictures. The next picture he looked at surprised him. It was a real Charizard next to its clone. The clone, however, had longer, more vile looking teeth, and had a few teeth sticking out of its lips and mouth. Its claws were abnormally large, and the beast had two pairs of wings. Its scales had a bluish tint, and its tail was longer and more whip like. A blue flame tipped the Charizard's tail. Saliva dripped from its fangs.
Genetic mutation. Gene splicing. John had heard it all before. But it was the look in the Charizard's eyes that got him. The cold, reptilian eyes seemed to pierce into his soul. Then John got an idea. To create a clone so scary looking, but doesn't have a killer instinct. He quickly saved his picture to the hard drive.
Then the thought of the dead Kabuto and other failed clones shot him down again. How were they going to get the equipment? The money? Their team was almost bankrupt. He looked around the basement. The lights were out. Everyone inside his apartment was probably asleep. It was around 3:00 in the morning. He flicked the lights. He looked at the pictures hanging around. They were all of failed cloning experiments. An Irish Setter. A Weedle. A Squirtle. Kabuto. All had failed. However, one picture on his computer desk brightened him up. It was a picture of his team and a successful clone. It was a Poliwhirl. The team had called him Swirly. One day, however, they found Swirly missing, and a puddle of blood where he was last.
His thoughts then went to the Charizard clone on the computer screen. Its ugly, mutated face would scare anyone who looked at it, and the monster's eyes seemed to pierce into his very soul. He had to create something similar. Something mutated. Something horrifying. Something with the mind of a child. But which child? John had no children. Neither did Joanna, Ben, Serena, Dick, Glenn, or Link. Only Brad. Brad had a nine year old boy. A nine year old boy was one of the most innocent things John could think of. He had the boy. Now he needed an animal and the equipment. An animal would be easy. He knew it wasn't going to be just any animal. It was going to be a Pokémon.
And not just any Pokémon.
It was going to be a legendary Pokémon. Something rare. Something powerful. Something extinct. Something that no one else had.
Something like Mew.
A Mew fossil had recently been discovered in Paraguay. Hopefully we'll find a DNA sample, Fuji thought. If we do, we'll be famous!
Johnathon smiled, and looked at the Charizard picture. Now all he needed was the equipment.
John looked at the man across the desk sitting in a large, red leather chair. They were in the Viridian Gym. The man's black hair glinted in the light. His sinister eyes stared at John, almost giving him the feeling when he first stared at the Charizard clone. He knew, however, the man was as harmless to him as a butterfly. To Pokémon Trainers, though, he was the most powerful enemy they had. The man brushed off his red suite with the letter R on his chest. Then the man took out a black pen, and took out a piece of paper. It was a check. He didn't write on it. Instead, he looked at Fuji.
"Why do you insist that I am the only one who can fund your cloning project? After all, aren't I the president of Team Rocket?"
John stared at the man. "Well, Mr. Mazoni,"
"Giovanni. Just Giovanni," Giovanni interrupted.
"Yes, um, well, Giovanni," John cleared his throat. "Ever since you funded our first cloning project in 95,"
Giovanni cut in, "The Irish Setter?"
"Yes, the Irish setter. The dog may have died before it was completed, but I believe the equipment you gave us was the best, and I'm not just saying that to be nice. I really need someone to get us the equipment," John finally finished.
Giovanni was about to write on the check, sighed, and looked up. "I'm not sure. What's in it for me?"
Fuji looked down to the ground. I should've expected this, John Fuji thought. How can I sweeten the deal?
"Well?" Giovanni asked.
John looked up, and said, "When we finish the project, you can have the finished clone."
"What if the creature doesn't survive, like last time? Huh?" A long moment of silence. "Answer me, Johnathon, damnit answer me."
"I was hoping to use the equipment over again until we make a successful clone."
"Fine, John. Fine. But I'll only give you nine years."
"Nine years? Isn't that much?"
"Look, Johnathon. I bet you that you won't get a successful clone until five years later. Just be happy I'm giving you enough time. I'll give you all the equipment, and some money to buy some extra supplies." Giovanni started to write on his check, and asked, "What's the date today, John?"
John looked at his watch, and said, "October third."
Giovanni wrote more on his check. "What was it you're making again? Some type of clone that has the mind of a nine year old boy?" Giovanni asked, without looking up.
"Yes," John answered.
Giovanni handed Fuji the check, and said, "Then it better listen to me and be a damn good fighter. My Pokémon are average. I want something way above average. Something so powerful, nobody can make a scratch on it."
John nodded his head, and said, "Will do, Giovanni. Will do."
Inside a small home on Cinnabar Island, Sean Strozak looked at the fossil he had found. It was a small piece of fur, presumably from the rare and elusive Mew. He was looking at it with a microscope. The fur fossilized in the rock was so tiny, it amazed Strozak that such a thing could have such small fur. No animal alive had that small of fur. That is, if Mew is dead, Strozak thought.
Strozak was a big, barrel chested man, around the age of 40. He had short, brown hair and a small mustache. He was a professional paleontologist, a person that studies and digs up ancient life. The Mew fossil was thought to be from 50 million years ago, five million years after the dinosaurs went extinct. If the people claiming they saw Mew aren't lying, then Mew would've been a damn good survivor.
A lot of reports about seeing extinct things, like Kabutops, Mew, spinosaurus, plesiosaurs, had been popping up a lot in the recent years. People claimed they saw Mew, running away from them in the amazon rain forest. People claimed they saw a plesiosaur, or the Loch Ness Monster. Kabutops in Lake Superior. Spinosaurs in the Sahara Desert. Strozak had heard it all before. He didn't believe them, except for the Mew stories.
Every Mew story was similar, but none of the people had ever met each other, but if they had already met each other, it was probably one of the most intricate, most elaborate hoax ever. One story was told to him by a biologist named Richard Hayashida. He was studying the pirana's feeding habits, when he claimed that a bubble, tinted pink, rise out of the Amazon River. Out of the bubble came Mew, and he claimed its silky white and pink fur was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen. The bubble exploded, and Mew had flown away.
Another was of a pair of fishermen named Robert Dalson and Lloyd Swanson were out fishing in the amazon river when a group of killer bees started to come towards the boat. Out of the water, right in front of the killer bees, a pinkish tinted bubble shot out, scaring the killer bees, and Mew shot out of the bubble and flew away.
All the stories Strozak had heard all had a pinkish tinted bubble coming from the Amazon River. They were nothing like the stories of the other extinct animals that were different every time. These were stories that were almost the same, being told from people that have never met each other.
Strozak had been laughed at by his fellow paleontologists for believing in the Mew stories, but he never stopped believing. But Strozak wanted more than the other paleontologists. He didn't want to find at least one fossil of Mew in his lifetime, he already had. He didn't even hope to find a complete skeleton of Mew, which hadn't done before.
Strozak wanted to prove Mew still existed, even if it killed him.
The phone rang. Strozak ran to it, and picked it up. "Hello?" he asked, in a deep voice.
A familiar voice answered, "Sean? Is that you?"
"Yeah, it is, Brad. Now what do you want?" Strozak asked, impatiently. Not only did Strozak want to get back to his studying on the Mew fossil, he hated the guts out of Brad Ketchum. It had been like that since Brad had accidentally destroyed a perfectly good Omanyte shell fossil.
"Well, Sean. We all know you have a Mew fossil, correct? A hair?" Ketchum asked.
Strozak hated to say it to Ketchum, but he had to, "Yes, a hair."
"Our genetics team have been thinking of cloning Mew, and we,"
Strozak cut in, "I'll give you the hair immediately. I'll be over to the lab in a half an hour." Strozak hung up, and laughed with glee. He had gotten an idea to steal the clone Mew from them as soon as they got done, and make everyone else believe he had discovered a Mew. A live Mew! He'd be on every single scientific magazine! He could imagine it. People paying him loads and loads of money to take them onto trips into the Amazon to lead them in hunts for Mews that he knew wouldn't be successful. He could charge people money to see the Mew! The words "Come see the world famous Mew, only 9,992 yen!" He smiled, and looked at the fossilized fur. He grabbed it, put it in a plastic baggie and hopped into his car. It was a red, rusted up 1987 Bronco II. It was a load of crap, and he knew it. It would get the job done, however. He pulled out of the drive way.
"This is going to be perfect. With a little patience, a hole shit load of money will be mine!" he said, thinking out loud.
While driving down the road, his cell phone rang. Strozak picked it up, and said, "Hello?"
"Strozak, listen to me!" it was Brad. "We aren't in the normal, run down lab. This time, we're in the Augusta Lab. Its address is 5418. We're in lab B13. Hope I didn't cause you any trouble."
"No trouble at all," Strozak said, looking a little raged. They hung up. "The bastard!" Strozak yelled. He wasn't sure why he said it, it was Strozak that hung up.
Strozak knew where the Augusta Laboratory was. It was in the opposite way he was going! Strozak made a U-Turn, angering some drivers.
While driving, Sean started to think about the money he would be raking in. Genetic scientists would be paying him money just to clone the thing. Biologists would pay to study it. Pokémon Professors would pay to study it. Everyone would pay just to look at it. He would be up to his nose in cash. Everything would go his way.
Strozak pulled into the parking lot of the Augusta Lab. He picked up the baggie with the hair in it, and headed into the laboratory.
The entire building was actually made up of many labs, and Strozak knew that the lab B13 would be on floor two. He walked up the stairs, noticing the majority of the people were wearing white lab coats. The people themselves looked dull and drab. It gave Strozak the chills. Once he was on the top floor, he saw Serena Rene, the only good looking scientist that he knew of.. Her long, flowing golden hair shined in the light. Her charming green eyes twinkled. Everything about her, to Strozak, was beautiful.
"Ah, yes. Sean Strozak, nice to finally see you again. I'm Serena Rene, remember me?" Serena asked Strozak.
"Yes, I remember you. What exactly happened with the Kabuto?" Strozak asked.
Serena answered, "Oh, it was really a mystery. Nobody has found out yet." She started walking down the hall. "Follow me, please."
Strozak followed Serena down the hall, and finally to lab B13. When they stepped inside, Strozak stared in awe. It was huge, filled with every type scientific equipment Strozak could think of.
"Holy fuck," Strozak whispered under his breathe.
All of the other scientists were in the room. John ran up to Strozak, and shook his hand. "Yes, Sean. Glad you could come. Now, you say you have the fossil?" John asked.
"Yes," Sean answered. Strozak handed the scientist the fur fossil. John nodded his head, and took the fossil out of the baggie.
"Interesting. Hopefully there'll be enough DNA to clone." John brought the fossil over to a machine that Strozak could only guess at what it would do. It was small, with a tiny pin at the end. John flicked on a switch, and Strozak heard a small whirring sound. The sound was coming from the pin! It was a tiny drill! Fuji took out a microscope, much more fancy than Strozak's. John Fuji placed the fossil on the microscope, and looked into it.
John knew this was tedious work. He had to be extra careful not to destroy the fossil. The chatting among Strozak and the other scientists had stopped. Fuji slowly inserted the minute drill into the hair, and pulled it out. He hadn't drill all the way through. John took out a pin, and scrapped some of the inside of the drill hole, still looking in the microscope. He looked at the pin. A few tiny rock bits were stuck to the pin. The scientist scrapped the bits into a petri dish, and put the petri dish in a machine similar to a CAT scan. The petri dish was slid into the device, and a bunch of words came onto a nearby monitor. It said "SCANNING SAMPLE." A minute later, it said, "SCANNING COMPLETE. DNA STRANDS: 20."
"Oh my god," John said under his breath. "20?! There must be a mistake. I'll re scan it." The petri dish came out, and went back in.
"SCANNING SAMPLE."
"SCANNING COMPLETE."
"DNA STRANDS: 20."
Everybody, except for Strozak, stared in awe. There were 20 strands of DNA in a single piece of fur. That was way more than enough to clone.
"So, can you clone it?" Strozak asked.
"Can we clone it?" Anderson said, mocking. "We could make a bunch of clones!" He never took his eyes off the computer screen.
Strozak smiled, knowing everything was going his way.
Two weeks past, and the team finally started on the cloning/mutation project. Strozak finally figured out that they weren't just cloning Mew. They were mutating it to a horrid beast with the mind of a nine year old child. All the better, Strozak thought. People will pay more money to see a genetic mutation, especially one with the mind of a child.
Three years had past. John smiled at his creation in the tank. The mutant didn't smile back. It wasn't ready to live. Its eyes were closed. The green fluid inside the tank didn't soak the clone's fur. It was a special type of liquid that didn't get anything wet.
Cords were stuck onto the clone. One was inside its mouth. One was in each nostril. Two were under its chest. Two were in his ears. The cords maintained his metabolism, heartbeat, breathe, and a few other vital organs.
The mutant had already grown to over four feet tall and ten feet long. Its head was very large, mostly filled with a brain.
The clone was amazing. The clone was given the code name "Mewtwo," or the second Mew.
And Mewtwo wasn't an it. Fuji and the others had made Mewtwo male, if it were to have the mind of a nine year old boy.
"Yes, my furry little clone. You're going to be Giovanni's valuable partner. Yes, you are, Mewtwo. Yes you are, Mewtwo," John Fuji said, pretending Mewtwo could hear him.
John left the lab to go back to his apartment. It was after one in the morning, and he needed sleep. He hadn't gotten a good night's sleep in a long time. He yawned, and headed out. He didn't need to worry about his clone. The Augusta Laboratory had the greatest security system he knew of.
Inside lab B13, the sound of a car screeching away was heard.
~You are Mewtwo. Yes you are, Mewtwo.~
The next day, in the lab, something urgent was found out.
"John! John!" Glenn called. "Something terrible is happening to Mewtwo. He is growing too fast."
John answered, "Then get a bigger tank!"
"No, no John. His cells have developed something because of his growing too fast. If we don't stop his growing, he'll collapse upon himself after he gets over approximately six feet seven inches. What do we do?" Glenn pleaded.
John thought about all his studies. What makes a cell divide? Fuji thought. Then it hit him. Cellular mitosis. They had the equipment to stop it.
"We're going to have to slow down or stop his mitosis," John said, walking to the machine. It was like a computer, but had a cord attached to it. He unraveled the cord and stuck it in to the glass tube, like a suction cup. He pressed the pin from the cord into the tube. He walked back to the machine, and asked Glenn, "How fast has he been growing?"
Glenn answered, "For the past three days, he's been growing two inches a day."
Holy shit, John thought. No wonder his cells can't take it.
"Okay. I'll slow down his mitosis so he grows exactly one inch taller every five years. In another five years, which will be in 2005, we'll have to stop his mitosis. We'll only slow it down for now. He's been given too many strong chemicals. If we stop his mitosis, it might be just as deadly as letting him grow." John punched in a few more keys, and a large screech was heard from the computer.
The mitosis slow down had worked.