Mewtwo's Story: Chapter 1
A/N: Wow! *faints over the amount of reviews* This is the most I've gotten for the first chapter! Thanks for the reviews, everyone, I'll keep on updating unless if I run into problems. Also, I switched to the present tense because that's my style of writing, please don't flame, but please review.
Disclaimer: I'll own Pokemon someday!
~*~
Bubbling.
That's the first thing I hear at my birth, if you can call it that.
It's strange, later in my life I hear that it's supposed to be a joy when a pokemon or child is introduced to the world.
I never felt that.
Memories and information rushes to me, like a bubble that just burst containing everything that I have to know.
And things I don't want to know.
The information says that humanity is cruel, that there's one person that can be a savior to humanity...
and for that reason, I have to obey him.
All of it goes flashing by in seconds, too fast for me to absorb.
Maybe that's why I never became obedient.
The strangest thing is the memories.
I was just born, how do I have memories already?
I see in the memories that are not my own, showing the slow and very painful death of whoever's memories this is.
All for a sacrifice to a god.
Rage fills me.
Humans think that they can do whatever they want to anything.
In these few moments of life, my fate is decided.
I will make sure humanity will pay.
To make sure this never happens again.
I slowly open my eyes finding myself in a water-filled tank,
and I panic.
I try to thrash around only to find myself tightly held by metal arms, and I realize that I am a captor in my own birth.
"Ah, he's alive." A so-called human with a white coat says, delight evident in his voice.
Who am I?
Am I the creature whose memories I hold?
Or am I something else?
I'm so confused.
"Who are you?" I ask in a frightened voice, adding a bit of hostility to try to get my message across.
I want answers.
"He speaks!" The human says not even trying to conceal his joy.
Is that all they care about?
What their creation can do?
Do they care about me, or MY own feelings?
"Are you done with me now, am I free to go?" I ask with hope in my voice.
Maybe I can go and find out about myself, search for answers.
The human's next words shatter my hope.
"No, of course not, we have to experiment on you, see if we actually made the most powerful being in the world. Also, we have to see how long our creation will live. Of course, we already named you: Mewtwo." The scientist gleefully explains, before turning to the others, who are congratulating him for creating me.
Rage fills me.
Is that all I am to them?
A number?
I don't even get a proper name, just a number slapped on after another pokemon.
I am better than Mew.
I am better than everyone.
They want to experiment on me, see if their little toy, their little experiment works the way that they want to.
I'm not going to allow that to happen.
In a fit of rage, I throw a barrier around me, using the memories that aren't mine to know how to make one.
Glass shatters, and I hear screaming from the humans as they scatter.
They'll pay!
They'll all pay!
The screams of death delight me, and I push myself to the limits to make sure that they have every little part of suffering that I can give before killing them without mercy.
The shattering of bones drives me on, the screams of pain delight me.
The simple-minded fools will regret ever making me.
I hear the last human, in-between the screams of pain, utter the last words that will ever come out of his mouth despair filling his voice:
"We dreamed of make the most powerful pokemon in the world....
and we succeded."
Then he collapsed at my feet.
Dead.
Single-minded idiot.
~*~
I finally stand at in the ruins of the laboratory.
The smell of burned flesh and charred metal fill the air.
So it is done.
I'm so absorbed by my victory; yet I still have sorrow since I still don't know who I am to not hear the helicopter.
This is my first mistake of many in my life.
I don't hear or see the helicopter until it lands, and at that time, it was too late.
An imposing figure steps out of the helicopter, even though he's not as tall as I am, I feel intimidated.
He studies me carefully, as if I'm an exhibit in a museum.
"I see that you're very powerful," the man comments, as if saying the sky is blue.
I glare at him, hostility over humans still raging in my veins. "What do you want?" I demand, preparing to kill yet another pathetic human.
"Easy there, I was just going to offer you a chance to learn to control your powers, that's all. There's nothing wrong with that." He says, with gentleness that surprises me, raising his hands to show that he doesn't mean any hostility.
I hesitate, maybe if I learn to control my powers, I can have an easier time finding out who I am and my purpose in life.
"Will you help me find out who I am, and what my purpose is in life?" I ask with hope filling my voice.
"Of course," he says with a warm smile, offering his hand.
I hesitate, he seems genuine enough, and he really wants to help me.
Maybe I can trust him after all.
Now that I look back at it, I see that my ignorance and my own single- mindedness got in the way of good logic.
I take his offered hand, and then without hesitation, climb into his helicopter after him.
That was my second mistake.
~*~
Alarm bells go off in my head as I feel metal armor go on my body.
I thought he said that he's helping me control my powers?! Not dampen them to the point where I can barely use them!
"What are you doing to me?!" I demand angrily.
"Easy, friend, I'm just putting the armor on temporarily, so you can learn to control your powers slowly, so you don't cause anymore destruction. Anyway, after a while, it will aid you and enhance your powers." The man named Giovanni says in a soothing voice.
I hesitate, realizing that he's right, I can kill anyone by accident with my powers at full strength, but if I learn to channel them, then I can become more powerful, with no more death.
Even though the scientists deserved what they got.
~*~
For years I serve Team Rocket loyally.
Years I now regret.
Mostly I helped my most hated enemy later get more powerful.
Sometimes, I battled challengers in the gym, easily defeating them after they worked so hard to get where they are.
Now that I look back at it, it breaks my heart to see the looks on their faces as I crush their pokemon.
It was in one of these battles that change my life forever.
It was a boy, tall with brown hair that's spiked in all different directions, using an Arcanine and a Nidoking.
My eyes glow an eerie blue, easily lifting them in the air, as they charge towards eagerly anticipating a quick victory.
I lift them a good five stories before removing the psychic barrier that is around them.
They drop like stones to the ground, and I hear the boy scream with horror.
"You Bastard! You almost killed my pokemon!" He says, tears streaming down his face as he cradles his almost-dead Arcanine.
"You're the one who challenged me." Giovanni says coldly, "it serves you right." He turns around and walks away.
I stare in shock as he walks away, I can't believe he said it like that.
Maybe I was wrong about him; maybe he's just like the scientists, willing to do anything for his own gain.
~*~
"What am I doing here?" I ask Giovanni after all the scene in the gym.
"You're here to serve me." Giovanni informs me coldly.
"I thought you said we were partners!" I roar, feeling the rage rise in me again.
"You're a pokemon! NOTHING ELSE! You have to have a master, and I'm it!" He retorts, smirking evilly.
Rage fills me.
Humans are all the same.
They are greedy, and think about nothing than their own personal gain!
I'm more powerful than him!
I'm more powerful than everyone!
"I HAVE NO MASTER!" I roar defiantly, feeling the armor break under my psychic powers.
I push my powers to the limit, destroying all that I can see.
They're going to pay for what they did to me!
I hear the screams of dying people; I hear the shattering of glass and the explosions.
I don't care.
Humanity is cruel.
Humanity only cares about themselves and their own personal gain.
They'll pay for their own greed.
I'm the most powerful being in the world.
And soon...
And soon the world will know that.
TBC...
~*~
A/N: Please review.
A/N: Wow! *faints over the amount of reviews* This is the most I've gotten for the first chapter! Thanks for the reviews, everyone, I'll keep on updating unless if I run into problems. Also, I switched to the present tense because that's my style of writing, please don't flame, but please review.
Disclaimer: I'll own Pokemon someday!
~*~
Bubbling.
That's the first thing I hear at my birth, if you can call it that.
It's strange, later in my life I hear that it's supposed to be a joy when a pokemon or child is introduced to the world.
I never felt that.
Memories and information rushes to me, like a bubble that just burst containing everything that I have to know.
And things I don't want to know.
The information says that humanity is cruel, that there's one person that can be a savior to humanity...
and for that reason, I have to obey him.
All of it goes flashing by in seconds, too fast for me to absorb.
Maybe that's why I never became obedient.
The strangest thing is the memories.
I was just born, how do I have memories already?
I see in the memories that are not my own, showing the slow and very painful death of whoever's memories this is.
All for a sacrifice to a god.
Rage fills me.
Humans think that they can do whatever they want to anything.
In these few moments of life, my fate is decided.
I will make sure humanity will pay.
To make sure this never happens again.
I slowly open my eyes finding myself in a water-filled tank,
and I panic.
I try to thrash around only to find myself tightly held by metal arms, and I realize that I am a captor in my own birth.
"Ah, he's alive." A so-called human with a white coat says, delight evident in his voice.
Who am I?
Am I the creature whose memories I hold?
Or am I something else?
I'm so confused.
"Who are you?" I ask in a frightened voice, adding a bit of hostility to try to get my message across.
I want answers.
"He speaks!" The human says not even trying to conceal his joy.
Is that all they care about?
What their creation can do?
Do they care about me, or MY own feelings?
"Are you done with me now, am I free to go?" I ask with hope in my voice.
Maybe I can go and find out about myself, search for answers.
The human's next words shatter my hope.
"No, of course not, we have to experiment on you, see if we actually made the most powerful being in the world. Also, we have to see how long our creation will live. Of course, we already named you: Mewtwo." The scientist gleefully explains, before turning to the others, who are congratulating him for creating me.
Rage fills me.
Is that all I am to them?
A number?
I don't even get a proper name, just a number slapped on after another pokemon.
I am better than Mew.
I am better than everyone.
They want to experiment on me, see if their little toy, their little experiment works the way that they want to.
I'm not going to allow that to happen.
In a fit of rage, I throw a barrier around me, using the memories that aren't mine to know how to make one.
Glass shatters, and I hear screaming from the humans as they scatter.
They'll pay!
They'll all pay!
The screams of death delight me, and I push myself to the limits to make sure that they have every little part of suffering that I can give before killing them without mercy.
The shattering of bones drives me on, the screams of pain delight me.
The simple-minded fools will regret ever making me.
I hear the last human, in-between the screams of pain, utter the last words that will ever come out of his mouth despair filling his voice:
"We dreamed of make the most powerful pokemon in the world....
and we succeded."
Then he collapsed at my feet.
Dead.
Single-minded idiot.
~*~
I finally stand at in the ruins of the laboratory.
The smell of burned flesh and charred metal fill the air.
So it is done.
I'm so absorbed by my victory; yet I still have sorrow since I still don't know who I am to not hear the helicopter.
This is my first mistake of many in my life.
I don't hear or see the helicopter until it lands, and at that time, it was too late.
An imposing figure steps out of the helicopter, even though he's not as tall as I am, I feel intimidated.
He studies me carefully, as if I'm an exhibit in a museum.
"I see that you're very powerful," the man comments, as if saying the sky is blue.
I glare at him, hostility over humans still raging in my veins. "What do you want?" I demand, preparing to kill yet another pathetic human.
"Easy there, I was just going to offer you a chance to learn to control your powers, that's all. There's nothing wrong with that." He says, with gentleness that surprises me, raising his hands to show that he doesn't mean any hostility.
I hesitate, maybe if I learn to control my powers, I can have an easier time finding out who I am and my purpose in life.
"Will you help me find out who I am, and what my purpose is in life?" I ask with hope filling my voice.
"Of course," he says with a warm smile, offering his hand.
I hesitate, he seems genuine enough, and he really wants to help me.
Maybe I can trust him after all.
Now that I look back at it, I see that my ignorance and my own single- mindedness got in the way of good logic.
I take his offered hand, and then without hesitation, climb into his helicopter after him.
That was my second mistake.
~*~
Alarm bells go off in my head as I feel metal armor go on my body.
I thought he said that he's helping me control my powers?! Not dampen them to the point where I can barely use them!
"What are you doing to me?!" I demand angrily.
"Easy, friend, I'm just putting the armor on temporarily, so you can learn to control your powers slowly, so you don't cause anymore destruction. Anyway, after a while, it will aid you and enhance your powers." The man named Giovanni says in a soothing voice.
I hesitate, realizing that he's right, I can kill anyone by accident with my powers at full strength, but if I learn to channel them, then I can become more powerful, with no more death.
Even though the scientists deserved what they got.
~*~
For years I serve Team Rocket loyally.
Years I now regret.
Mostly I helped my most hated enemy later get more powerful.
Sometimes, I battled challengers in the gym, easily defeating them after they worked so hard to get where they are.
Now that I look back at it, it breaks my heart to see the looks on their faces as I crush their pokemon.
It was in one of these battles that change my life forever.
It was a boy, tall with brown hair that's spiked in all different directions, using an Arcanine and a Nidoking.
My eyes glow an eerie blue, easily lifting them in the air, as they charge towards eagerly anticipating a quick victory.
I lift them a good five stories before removing the psychic barrier that is around them.
They drop like stones to the ground, and I hear the boy scream with horror.
"You Bastard! You almost killed my pokemon!" He says, tears streaming down his face as he cradles his almost-dead Arcanine.
"You're the one who challenged me." Giovanni says coldly, "it serves you right." He turns around and walks away.
I stare in shock as he walks away, I can't believe he said it like that.
Maybe I was wrong about him; maybe he's just like the scientists, willing to do anything for his own gain.
~*~
"What am I doing here?" I ask Giovanni after all the scene in the gym.
"You're here to serve me." Giovanni informs me coldly.
"I thought you said we were partners!" I roar, feeling the rage rise in me again.
"You're a pokemon! NOTHING ELSE! You have to have a master, and I'm it!" He retorts, smirking evilly.
Rage fills me.
Humans are all the same.
They are greedy, and think about nothing than their own personal gain!
I'm more powerful than him!
I'm more powerful than everyone!
"I HAVE NO MASTER!" I roar defiantly, feeling the armor break under my psychic powers.
I push my powers to the limit, destroying all that I can see.
They're going to pay for what they did to me!
I hear the screams of dying people; I hear the shattering of glass and the explosions.
I don't care.
Humanity is cruel.
Humanity only cares about themselves and their own personal gain.
They'll pay for their own greed.
I'm the most powerful being in the world.
And soon...
And soon the world will know that.
TBC...
~*~
A/N: Please review.