Mewtwo's Story: Chapter 2
A/N: Please review.
Disclaimer: I only own the story idea, nothing else.
~*~
I float in the air.
I'm all alone in the world.
Nobody understands me.
Nobody is like me.
All alone.
Humanity doesn't care about anybody.
I land in the deep forest, and I see pokemon flee at the sight of me, the forest, filled with the sounds of pokemon...
is silent.
Even pokemon hate me.
I walk to a nearby lake, planning to get a drink of water, looking at my reflection in the water makes me recoil in horror.
No wonder everyone hates and fears me.
I'm a freak of nature.
I need others.
I need others that look like me, ones that will understand me, and accept me as myself.
Plans start to form, and the little chip in my shoulder about humans comes back to me.
Humans and pokemon are weaklings; I have defeated them hundreds of times.
I have killed them more than that.
They'll pay for their cruelty and weakness.
After all, the strong kills the weak at the end, and my clones and I will be in a world where we won't be feared.
A world without weak, cruel, and selfish humans and pokemon.
I'll make sure of that.
~*~
I float above the sea, using my powers to hide me from everyone else.
I need to find a place to call home.
The strangest thing is, I always was living somewhere, but I never considered anywhere home.
Even when I was working for Giovanni.
Rage covers my soul, making my eyes glow purple with hatred of the very mention of that so-called person.
He'll pay for what he did to me.
They'll all pay.
My eye catches an island, a small, island that hasn't even been touched by humanities cruel soul yet.
I reach out with my powers, effectively wiping out the nearby residents memories of the island, camouflaging the island using the same memory and powers that I use to hide myself.
I land, plans already forming to make a fortress that will be safe from the world and humanity itself for my cloned pokemon and I.
I have to start right away.
Before humanity does any more damage with their selfishness and greediness.
As if they didn't do enough damage already.
They'll learn from their mistakes.
Too bad it'll be too late for them.
~*~
I walk slowly through the library.
It is dark, but with my powers, and my excellent eyesight, I do not care about locks and the darkness of the night.
After all, I am part of it.
I'm looking for a specific book; the memories that I hold that aren't mine speak of a legend before it's birth.
A legend that, if it's true, can help me destroy humanity so I can live in a world where I'm accepted.
I walk to the bookshelf that contains my book, knowing which one holds the book after psy-scanning the bookstore owner today.
The thoughts that go through that man still enrage me.
If humanity thinks about what he does to children in his spare time...
I shudder to think about it.
They deserve more than death.
That man sure did.
He lays somewhere in a dark ally, dead after having all his bones shattered.
I made sure I got the ones that killed him quickly at the end.
My eye catches the book that I need, and I reach for it off the bookshelf.
"Pokemon Tears: The Myth of the Storm of Sorrow"
I remember the legend from memories that aren't my own.
This is the way to make humanity pay.
This is the way to make sure that only good is left in the world.
This is the only way for me to be accepted in the world of heartless and soulless things.
Joy and hope fills me.
Soon, pokemon won't have masters to worry about.
Soon, we will rule the world.
Not these pathetic humans.
~*~
I close my eyes, using the last bit of my strained powers to put the last part of steel in place for my base.
It took a long search to find a steel company that had enough for me to make my base.
There are going to be a lot of surprised workers tomorrow when they find that all their steel is gone.
It serves them right.
Anyway, it's just a sacrifice for them to give it to me right before they die.
Sort of like the sacrifice of my other's memories.
Sorrow fills me whenever I think about that.
It died for no other reason other than a sacrifice for a god that humans believe in.
My mind trails back to the legend in the book, the one that I borrowed from that bookstore from that perverted owner.
The pokemon care about others.
In the story, they wept for their lost loved ones.
They are not like humans at all.
They have compassion for living things, they care about how others feelings are.
Like me.
They're just mindless slaves to humans, like I was.
I'll liberate them, and kill humans for what they did to me...
And pokemon.
They'll pay for their selfishness and greed.
And my clones and I will rule over all of the pokemon.
We will be the strongest of them all.
~*~
I look out on my balcony, staring at the beauty of the ocean.
It's the only thing that I enjoy in my otherwise miserable and lonely life.
It will soon change, though.
I need help.
I float up in the sky, heading to the nearest town so I have less of a chance of being spotted.
I go slowly along, probing my other's memories in search for a person who can help me with my plans.
I finally spot the victim that I need.
The red hair in braids was the thing that caught my attention, that and the red cross on her white hat.
A nurse, if my other's memory is correct.
Scanning her mind, I find that she knows everything that I need to make clones.
Perfect.
My eyes glow purple, and I take over her mind within a heartbeat.
Humans are so weak-minded.
She looks at me, eyes glazed over as I lift both of us off the ground to head back to the base.
"How can I help you, master?" She asks in a monotone voice.
She's the tool I need to start my plans.
~*~
I land at the charred remains of the lab of my birthplace.
If you would call it my birth.
I know...
I know that this is the place where I can find the things I need to make my ultimate dreams come true.
To be accepted in the world.
A place where my clones and I will be accepted for who we are.
Pokemon are the only ones who seem to understand that.
I search for the things I need, quickly finding the machines that I know from the scientist's memories that I scanned before I killed them.
Just in case I ever needed it.
Now,
now I'm glad that I did.
Shame fills me as I realize that I'm sinking to the same level as the scientists doing what I'm doing.
I'm different, though.
They'll be accepted in the world, not rejected or used just for their power.
At least,
that's what I'm trying to convince myself.
~*~
I walk confidently into the lab.
It's owned by some professor, Professor Tree or something like that.
It doesn't matter anyway.
They won't notice me.
Everything's frozen in time, the coffee that is being poured is stopped, and the hand that's reaching to turn on the computer is frozen.
My powers are getting stronger.
My eyes glow as I lift the things that humans call pokeballs off the table, teleporting them to my base.
I read that each trainer picks from one of these...
so why not take all of them?
The scientists are going to be surprised when I start time again.
It serves them right for supporting the slavery between these so-called trainers and pokemon.
~*~
The next month I spend training my new pokemon, pushing them to the limits so they evolve from their weakling state.
I need more, I decide, looking at my clones resting in their stasis tube.
I need find the most powerful pokemon of each kind in the world...
So I can have the most powerful clones in the world.
I turn to my Dragonite and Fearow, already have using my powers to steal them from cold-hearted trainers to work for me, under my control.
Soon, my clones and I will rule the world.
I spot a boy with black hair easily defeating his opponent with an incredibly strong Pikachu.
I need that Pikachu.
I signal for the Dragonite to launch, and then lean back, the gears in my head turning with plans.
Very soon...
TBC...
~*~
A/N: I took a few liberties here, please review.
A/N: Please review.
Disclaimer: I only own the story idea, nothing else.
~*~
I float in the air.
I'm all alone in the world.
Nobody understands me.
Nobody is like me.
All alone.
Humanity doesn't care about anybody.
I land in the deep forest, and I see pokemon flee at the sight of me, the forest, filled with the sounds of pokemon...
is silent.
Even pokemon hate me.
I walk to a nearby lake, planning to get a drink of water, looking at my reflection in the water makes me recoil in horror.
No wonder everyone hates and fears me.
I'm a freak of nature.
I need others.
I need others that look like me, ones that will understand me, and accept me as myself.
Plans start to form, and the little chip in my shoulder about humans comes back to me.
Humans and pokemon are weaklings; I have defeated them hundreds of times.
I have killed them more than that.
They'll pay for their cruelty and weakness.
After all, the strong kills the weak at the end, and my clones and I will be in a world where we won't be feared.
A world without weak, cruel, and selfish humans and pokemon.
I'll make sure of that.
~*~
I float above the sea, using my powers to hide me from everyone else.
I need to find a place to call home.
The strangest thing is, I always was living somewhere, but I never considered anywhere home.
Even when I was working for Giovanni.
Rage covers my soul, making my eyes glow purple with hatred of the very mention of that so-called person.
He'll pay for what he did to me.
They'll all pay.
My eye catches an island, a small, island that hasn't even been touched by humanities cruel soul yet.
I reach out with my powers, effectively wiping out the nearby residents memories of the island, camouflaging the island using the same memory and powers that I use to hide myself.
I land, plans already forming to make a fortress that will be safe from the world and humanity itself for my cloned pokemon and I.
I have to start right away.
Before humanity does any more damage with their selfishness and greediness.
As if they didn't do enough damage already.
They'll learn from their mistakes.
Too bad it'll be too late for them.
~*~
I walk slowly through the library.
It is dark, but with my powers, and my excellent eyesight, I do not care about locks and the darkness of the night.
After all, I am part of it.
I'm looking for a specific book; the memories that I hold that aren't mine speak of a legend before it's birth.
A legend that, if it's true, can help me destroy humanity so I can live in a world where I'm accepted.
I walk to the bookshelf that contains my book, knowing which one holds the book after psy-scanning the bookstore owner today.
The thoughts that go through that man still enrage me.
If humanity thinks about what he does to children in his spare time...
I shudder to think about it.
They deserve more than death.
That man sure did.
He lays somewhere in a dark ally, dead after having all his bones shattered.
I made sure I got the ones that killed him quickly at the end.
My eye catches the book that I need, and I reach for it off the bookshelf.
"Pokemon Tears: The Myth of the Storm of Sorrow"
I remember the legend from memories that aren't my own.
This is the way to make humanity pay.
This is the way to make sure that only good is left in the world.
This is the only way for me to be accepted in the world of heartless and soulless things.
Joy and hope fills me.
Soon, pokemon won't have masters to worry about.
Soon, we will rule the world.
Not these pathetic humans.
~*~
I close my eyes, using the last bit of my strained powers to put the last part of steel in place for my base.
It took a long search to find a steel company that had enough for me to make my base.
There are going to be a lot of surprised workers tomorrow when they find that all their steel is gone.
It serves them right.
Anyway, it's just a sacrifice for them to give it to me right before they die.
Sort of like the sacrifice of my other's memories.
Sorrow fills me whenever I think about that.
It died for no other reason other than a sacrifice for a god that humans believe in.
My mind trails back to the legend in the book, the one that I borrowed from that bookstore from that perverted owner.
The pokemon care about others.
In the story, they wept for their lost loved ones.
They are not like humans at all.
They have compassion for living things, they care about how others feelings are.
Like me.
They're just mindless slaves to humans, like I was.
I'll liberate them, and kill humans for what they did to me...
And pokemon.
They'll pay for their selfishness and greed.
And my clones and I will rule over all of the pokemon.
We will be the strongest of them all.
~*~
I look out on my balcony, staring at the beauty of the ocean.
It's the only thing that I enjoy in my otherwise miserable and lonely life.
It will soon change, though.
I need help.
I float up in the sky, heading to the nearest town so I have less of a chance of being spotted.
I go slowly along, probing my other's memories in search for a person who can help me with my plans.
I finally spot the victim that I need.
The red hair in braids was the thing that caught my attention, that and the red cross on her white hat.
A nurse, if my other's memory is correct.
Scanning her mind, I find that she knows everything that I need to make clones.
Perfect.
My eyes glow purple, and I take over her mind within a heartbeat.
Humans are so weak-minded.
She looks at me, eyes glazed over as I lift both of us off the ground to head back to the base.
"How can I help you, master?" She asks in a monotone voice.
She's the tool I need to start my plans.
~*~
I land at the charred remains of the lab of my birthplace.
If you would call it my birth.
I know...
I know that this is the place where I can find the things I need to make my ultimate dreams come true.
To be accepted in the world.
A place where my clones and I will be accepted for who we are.
Pokemon are the only ones who seem to understand that.
I search for the things I need, quickly finding the machines that I know from the scientist's memories that I scanned before I killed them.
Just in case I ever needed it.
Now,
now I'm glad that I did.
Shame fills me as I realize that I'm sinking to the same level as the scientists doing what I'm doing.
I'm different, though.
They'll be accepted in the world, not rejected or used just for their power.
At least,
that's what I'm trying to convince myself.
~*~
I walk confidently into the lab.
It's owned by some professor, Professor Tree or something like that.
It doesn't matter anyway.
They won't notice me.
Everything's frozen in time, the coffee that is being poured is stopped, and the hand that's reaching to turn on the computer is frozen.
My powers are getting stronger.
My eyes glow as I lift the things that humans call pokeballs off the table, teleporting them to my base.
I read that each trainer picks from one of these...
so why not take all of them?
The scientists are going to be surprised when I start time again.
It serves them right for supporting the slavery between these so-called trainers and pokemon.
~*~
The next month I spend training my new pokemon, pushing them to the limits so they evolve from their weakling state.
I need more, I decide, looking at my clones resting in their stasis tube.
I need find the most powerful pokemon of each kind in the world...
So I can have the most powerful clones in the world.
I turn to my Dragonite and Fearow, already have using my powers to steal them from cold-hearted trainers to work for me, under my control.
Soon, my clones and I will rule the world.
I spot a boy with black hair easily defeating his opponent with an incredibly strong Pikachu.
I need that Pikachu.
I signal for the Dragonite to launch, and then lean back, the gears in my head turning with plans.
Very soon...
TBC...
~*~
A/N: I took a few liberties here, please review.