Mewtwo's Story: Chapter 3
A/N: If you think that the last chapters were disturbing, wait until you read this one. Please review.
Disclaimer: Pokemon will be mine! ALL MINE!!! *cackles insanely*
~*~
I sit here in the chair that will soon by my throne to rule the world on.
I need the most powerful pokemon ever seen...
So, why not test them?
It might result in a few pokemon and trainer deaths, but it's only a sacrifice to benefit my clones.
After all, only the most powerful beings in the world survive, and kill the weakest.
With a flick of my wrist, the clouds gather, and the wind, which was a small breeze just a heartbeat ago, turns into a powerful gale.
I lean back satisfied as the storm threatens to tear my base apart.
This will guarantee the most powerful pokemon in the world to come.
Soon...
Very soon, my plans and my dream of being accepted in the world will be complete.
~*~
~General POV~
The ocean.
The depths of it are yet to be explored by humans.
It's filled with dangers...
And mysteries.
There's even talk that there's an extinct pokemon in the waters.
Of course, nobody has seen that deep to know if it's true or not...
A bubble rests at the bottom, a white figure sleeping inside.
The one that the people speak of that are extinct.
She opens her eyes, sensing immense danger that is on the surface.
Maybe it's the disturbance of the tranquility of the water that even disturbs the depths of the ocean.
Maybe it's using psychic powers that are only matched by Mewtwo's.
Thus, giving hope to the world, that it's powerful clone is so intent on destroying.
Maybe she also senses that.
Maybe she feels curious about what's going on at the surface.
Maybe she just wants to explore...
For any of these reasons, and maybe others, she goes to the surface for the first time since she left its herd.
Heading where the eye of the storm is in more than one way...
~*~
~Mewtwo's POV~
I land softly in the stadium admiring the pokemon that have come to me to be cloned, even if they don't know it yet.
Everyone stares in shock at the sight of me, probably taking me in as the freak of nature that I am.
They'll soon regret ever thinking that.
I glance at the weak-minded fool that has been with me ever since I invaded her mind, using her as a pawn to further my plans of ridding the world of humans.
I don't need her anymore.
For once in my life, I feel pity, though towards a human.
I have searched in her memories...
I have never seen so much kindness...
So much compassion towards pokemon and humans themselves....
Even though humans are heartless, greedy people.
I will spare her of the memories of what happened to her in this last month.
Even though she would be keeping them long, anyway...
~*~
A trainer rushes at me, foolishly thinking that he can stop me with his raised fist.
My eyes glow, and soon he's screaming at fifty stories up.
It's amazing how one can turn from such a brave person...
to a sniveling coward in a matter of seconds.
I should kill him.
I flick my eyes, and I hear the trainer screaming louder as he is flung across the room, only, to my disappointment, to land in a pool of water that I set up for my cloned water pokemon.
Pity that he didn't die.
Oh well, they'll die soon enough.
They are all going to get a slow and painful death.
To make them feel the pain that their pokemon have felt under their cruel grasp.
~*~
I watch in triumph as the pokemon are rounded up one by one.
Soon...
very soon, my pokemon and I will be accepted in the world.
A world without humans and cruelty.
I watch the trainers as they helplessly see their pokemon getting captured, despite their efforts to stop them.
Idiots.
I feel surprise as I see something else...
tears.
They're crying over their loss of their pokemon.
I turn my head away, suddenly feeling torn.
Maybe,
maybe I was wrong about all of humanity being cruel.
Maybe, they're kind and understanding like their pokemon.
I don't understand...
I'm so confused.
I remember what humanity has done to me.
But,
but I also see the compassion of others.
They have to pay,
but is this the right way?
~*~
I watch the boy named Ash cradles his Pikachu tenderly in his arms.
He risked his life...
He fought off my capture balls for so long, trying to help his pokemon get away.
Then he went into the machines to rescue him.
A thing that he risked his life for.
Confusion fills me.
Are these humans really different?
I look at my new clones, trying to pull my thoughts from my inner turmoil.
I expected to feel pride, seeing my creations, knowing that I'm no longer alone in the world.
Yet...
yet I don't feel that.
I feel disgust, knowing that I made them, knowing that I sunk to the levels of the scientists who created me.
I also feel sadness, realizing that they probably feel the same way I did when I was "born".
I'm so confused.
~*~
I stare at the Pikachu, stunned.
Him and his master, they're...
partners.
Is that true?
Was I wrong?
I remember the Pikachu's master risking his life to save the Pikachu, encouraging his pathetic Charizard despite the fact the thing hates him.
I also remember what Giovanni did to me.
Rage fills me.
The Pikachu must be brainwashed, to believe that the pathetic human is his partner.
Soon,
very soon....
The Pikachu will think differently.
After I break him free from his bonds to his cruel master.
~*~
I'm delighted.
My other is here.
The one which I have memories of that aren't mine.
Mew.
It bounces around, giggling happily, being annoyingly cute and sweet, after saving Ash.
I'm disgusted.
I'm a clone with that pathetic weakling?!
Something that doesn't even want to fight?!
I'm more powerful than that thing!
I'm more powerful than anything!
I'll show it, too!
I fire an energy blast, enraged.
Mew just giggles at me, sending it back to me, making my blood boil with hatred.
She'll pay!
I blast one after another of psychic energy, trying to prove how powerful I am compared to her.
Finally, she sends one back, eyes glowing with equal hatred.
It's time!
It's time to show her who's more powerful!
She suggests a battle of my all-powerful clones to her pathetic originals.
I agree, cutting off their special powers so my clones can show who's more powerful with feats of strength.
Then...
then I ram into Mew, all for I am worth!
I'll show her!
I'll show everyone that clones are more powerful than anything else in the world!
I'll kill these humans for what they done!
I just have to kill my original first!
I ram into her in a rage, trying to overthrow her with sheer force alone.
These humans will pay!
And nothing will stop me from my goal!
DIE!
If only Giovanni can see me now!
I think proudly as I ram into my original, trying in any way to kill her.
(A/N: Due to the rest of this disturbing scene, which includes a lot of violent thoughts that aren't appropriate for any age, and words that will put the rating up. I will have to change the POV to something a lot less disturbing. Sorry for the inconvenience.)
~*~
~General POV~
It is something that is like out of a story of a battlefield.
Pokemon, all shapes and sizes, trying to rip each other apart.
All just because they're different from each other.
It is silent, not a word spoken, but so much is heard...
The cries of pain mixed with the tearing of flesh.
The ramming as two pokemon try to kill each other above the battlefield.
One trying to save humanity...
one trying to destroy it.
And there's one more sound, yet it isn't a sound at all.
They say actions speak louder than words.
A lone Pikachu stands in the middle of the battlefield, being relentlessly attacked by its clone, not even letting out a whimper of pain.
It refuses to fight.
It refuses to do what it believes is wrong.
That speaks more than anything else in a place where death seems imminent...
There still might be hope.
~*~
There's also silence at the edge of the battlefield.
But the silence speaks as much as words do.
The trainers of the originals silently weep for their pokemon, filled with the sorrow of the torture that both sides have to endure.
Just to find out who's stronger, who can rule the world.
The tears fall faster as each pokemon collapses, exhausted by the effort of just fighting for no reason.
Only two remain...
so absorbed in each other that they don't notice the horror that they have started.
Only one thing is heard, shattering the stillness of the night with a heartbreaking cry filled with sorrow:
"PIKACHU!"
~*~
~Ash's POV~
I have to stop this.
I can't see this happen anymore!
I don't care if I die in the process, I can't see the fall of another pokemon.
I am horrified and saddened by the sight.
Tears fill my eyes as I watch the senseless fighting.
I close my eyes, wishing that it were a nightmare that'll just go away.
It doesn't.
I have to stop this!
I run forward, enraged, heading towards the pokemon that started it all...
Mewtwo.
I scream as two of the most powerful psychic blasts in the world hit me, pain engulfing me.
Then,
darkness.
~*~
~Mewtwo's POV~
I watch as the human falls, shocked beyond belief at his actions.
What an idiot!
Trying to stop the battle.
I notice the boy's Pikachu run up, shocking him with all it's worth trying to make him live.
Then, to my shock, the Pikachu starts to cry.
Amazed, I watch as all the pokemon start to cry.
They're mourning.
Like in the legend, they're grieving for the death of a loved one.
I'm so confused.
Why would they be doing it,
if humans are so cruel?
I don't understand.
I'm like a little child, trying to find the mysteries of life.
I feel something running down my cheeks.
I put my hand to my cheek, to find tears, flowing towards the fallen human.
I feel...
I feel grief for the human that fell.
He was trying to do the right thing.
Ash awakens, the Pikachu bounding in his arms as he gently hugs him, his own tears of relief flowing from his eyes.
I was wrong, Ash has taught me that.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper to all of them, feeling shame for my actions.
I am accepted in this world.
I do forgive the things that have happened to me.
I glance at the trainers, and the nurse.
Humans care for each other, and other animals.
I'm ashamed to find this out only now.
They cannot remember the horror that befell them here today.
I must go to find a place to hide the clones and I...
for the sake of everyone.
I must put everything the way it was before the storm.
Using my powers, I lift the clones off the ground, covering the stadium with blinding light as Mew follows me.
My eyes trail to the boy who has changed my life.
I will never forget what he has done.
Never again I will harm another being...
Never again.
TBC...
~*~
A/N: Well, that was a long chapter, eleven pages. I thought it was good, though, so please review.
A/N: If you think that the last chapters were disturbing, wait until you read this one. Please review.
Disclaimer: Pokemon will be mine! ALL MINE!!! *cackles insanely*
~*~
I sit here in the chair that will soon by my throne to rule the world on.
I need the most powerful pokemon ever seen...
So, why not test them?
It might result in a few pokemon and trainer deaths, but it's only a sacrifice to benefit my clones.
After all, only the most powerful beings in the world survive, and kill the weakest.
With a flick of my wrist, the clouds gather, and the wind, which was a small breeze just a heartbeat ago, turns into a powerful gale.
I lean back satisfied as the storm threatens to tear my base apart.
This will guarantee the most powerful pokemon in the world to come.
Soon...
Very soon, my plans and my dream of being accepted in the world will be complete.
~*~
~General POV~
The ocean.
The depths of it are yet to be explored by humans.
It's filled with dangers...
And mysteries.
There's even talk that there's an extinct pokemon in the waters.
Of course, nobody has seen that deep to know if it's true or not...
A bubble rests at the bottom, a white figure sleeping inside.
The one that the people speak of that are extinct.
She opens her eyes, sensing immense danger that is on the surface.
Maybe it's the disturbance of the tranquility of the water that even disturbs the depths of the ocean.
Maybe it's using psychic powers that are only matched by Mewtwo's.
Thus, giving hope to the world, that it's powerful clone is so intent on destroying.
Maybe she also senses that.
Maybe she feels curious about what's going on at the surface.
Maybe she just wants to explore...
For any of these reasons, and maybe others, she goes to the surface for the first time since she left its herd.
Heading where the eye of the storm is in more than one way...
~*~
~Mewtwo's POV~
I land softly in the stadium admiring the pokemon that have come to me to be cloned, even if they don't know it yet.
Everyone stares in shock at the sight of me, probably taking me in as the freak of nature that I am.
They'll soon regret ever thinking that.
I glance at the weak-minded fool that has been with me ever since I invaded her mind, using her as a pawn to further my plans of ridding the world of humans.
I don't need her anymore.
For once in my life, I feel pity, though towards a human.
I have searched in her memories...
I have never seen so much kindness...
So much compassion towards pokemon and humans themselves....
Even though humans are heartless, greedy people.
I will spare her of the memories of what happened to her in this last month.
Even though she would be keeping them long, anyway...
~*~
A trainer rushes at me, foolishly thinking that he can stop me with his raised fist.
My eyes glow, and soon he's screaming at fifty stories up.
It's amazing how one can turn from such a brave person...
to a sniveling coward in a matter of seconds.
I should kill him.
I flick my eyes, and I hear the trainer screaming louder as he is flung across the room, only, to my disappointment, to land in a pool of water that I set up for my cloned water pokemon.
Pity that he didn't die.
Oh well, they'll die soon enough.
They are all going to get a slow and painful death.
To make them feel the pain that their pokemon have felt under their cruel grasp.
~*~
I watch in triumph as the pokemon are rounded up one by one.
Soon...
very soon, my pokemon and I will be accepted in the world.
A world without humans and cruelty.
I watch the trainers as they helplessly see their pokemon getting captured, despite their efforts to stop them.
Idiots.
I feel surprise as I see something else...
tears.
They're crying over their loss of their pokemon.
I turn my head away, suddenly feeling torn.
Maybe,
maybe I was wrong about all of humanity being cruel.
Maybe, they're kind and understanding like their pokemon.
I don't understand...
I'm so confused.
I remember what humanity has done to me.
But,
but I also see the compassion of others.
They have to pay,
but is this the right way?
~*~
I watch the boy named Ash cradles his Pikachu tenderly in his arms.
He risked his life...
He fought off my capture balls for so long, trying to help his pokemon get away.
Then he went into the machines to rescue him.
A thing that he risked his life for.
Confusion fills me.
Are these humans really different?
I look at my new clones, trying to pull my thoughts from my inner turmoil.
I expected to feel pride, seeing my creations, knowing that I'm no longer alone in the world.
Yet...
yet I don't feel that.
I feel disgust, knowing that I made them, knowing that I sunk to the levels of the scientists who created me.
I also feel sadness, realizing that they probably feel the same way I did when I was "born".
I'm so confused.
~*~
I stare at the Pikachu, stunned.
Him and his master, they're...
partners.
Is that true?
Was I wrong?
I remember the Pikachu's master risking his life to save the Pikachu, encouraging his pathetic Charizard despite the fact the thing hates him.
I also remember what Giovanni did to me.
Rage fills me.
The Pikachu must be brainwashed, to believe that the pathetic human is his partner.
Soon,
very soon....
The Pikachu will think differently.
After I break him free from his bonds to his cruel master.
~*~
I'm delighted.
My other is here.
The one which I have memories of that aren't mine.
Mew.
It bounces around, giggling happily, being annoyingly cute and sweet, after saving Ash.
I'm disgusted.
I'm a clone with that pathetic weakling?!
Something that doesn't even want to fight?!
I'm more powerful than that thing!
I'm more powerful than anything!
I'll show it, too!
I fire an energy blast, enraged.
Mew just giggles at me, sending it back to me, making my blood boil with hatred.
She'll pay!
I blast one after another of psychic energy, trying to prove how powerful I am compared to her.
Finally, she sends one back, eyes glowing with equal hatred.
It's time!
It's time to show her who's more powerful!
She suggests a battle of my all-powerful clones to her pathetic originals.
I agree, cutting off their special powers so my clones can show who's more powerful with feats of strength.
Then...
then I ram into Mew, all for I am worth!
I'll show her!
I'll show everyone that clones are more powerful than anything else in the world!
I'll kill these humans for what they done!
I just have to kill my original first!
I ram into her in a rage, trying to overthrow her with sheer force alone.
These humans will pay!
And nothing will stop me from my goal!
DIE!
If only Giovanni can see me now!
I think proudly as I ram into my original, trying in any way to kill her.
(A/N: Due to the rest of this disturbing scene, which includes a lot of violent thoughts that aren't appropriate for any age, and words that will put the rating up. I will have to change the POV to something a lot less disturbing. Sorry for the inconvenience.)
~*~
~General POV~
It is something that is like out of a story of a battlefield.
Pokemon, all shapes and sizes, trying to rip each other apart.
All just because they're different from each other.
It is silent, not a word spoken, but so much is heard...
The cries of pain mixed with the tearing of flesh.
The ramming as two pokemon try to kill each other above the battlefield.
One trying to save humanity...
one trying to destroy it.
And there's one more sound, yet it isn't a sound at all.
They say actions speak louder than words.
A lone Pikachu stands in the middle of the battlefield, being relentlessly attacked by its clone, not even letting out a whimper of pain.
It refuses to fight.
It refuses to do what it believes is wrong.
That speaks more than anything else in a place where death seems imminent...
There still might be hope.
~*~
There's also silence at the edge of the battlefield.
But the silence speaks as much as words do.
The trainers of the originals silently weep for their pokemon, filled with the sorrow of the torture that both sides have to endure.
Just to find out who's stronger, who can rule the world.
The tears fall faster as each pokemon collapses, exhausted by the effort of just fighting for no reason.
Only two remain...
so absorbed in each other that they don't notice the horror that they have started.
Only one thing is heard, shattering the stillness of the night with a heartbreaking cry filled with sorrow:
"PIKACHU!"
~*~
~Ash's POV~
I have to stop this.
I can't see this happen anymore!
I don't care if I die in the process, I can't see the fall of another pokemon.
I am horrified and saddened by the sight.
Tears fill my eyes as I watch the senseless fighting.
I close my eyes, wishing that it were a nightmare that'll just go away.
It doesn't.
I have to stop this!
I run forward, enraged, heading towards the pokemon that started it all...
Mewtwo.
I scream as two of the most powerful psychic blasts in the world hit me, pain engulfing me.
Then,
darkness.
~*~
~Mewtwo's POV~
I watch as the human falls, shocked beyond belief at his actions.
What an idiot!
Trying to stop the battle.
I notice the boy's Pikachu run up, shocking him with all it's worth trying to make him live.
Then, to my shock, the Pikachu starts to cry.
Amazed, I watch as all the pokemon start to cry.
They're mourning.
Like in the legend, they're grieving for the death of a loved one.
I'm so confused.
Why would they be doing it,
if humans are so cruel?
I don't understand.
I'm like a little child, trying to find the mysteries of life.
I feel something running down my cheeks.
I put my hand to my cheek, to find tears, flowing towards the fallen human.
I feel...
I feel grief for the human that fell.
He was trying to do the right thing.
Ash awakens, the Pikachu bounding in his arms as he gently hugs him, his own tears of relief flowing from his eyes.
I was wrong, Ash has taught me that.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper to all of them, feeling shame for my actions.
I am accepted in this world.
I do forgive the things that have happened to me.
I glance at the trainers, and the nurse.
Humans care for each other, and other animals.
I'm ashamed to find this out only now.
They cannot remember the horror that befell them here today.
I must go to find a place to hide the clones and I...
for the sake of everyone.
I must put everything the way it was before the storm.
Using my powers, I lift the clones off the ground, covering the stadium with blinding light as Mew follows me.
My eyes trail to the boy who has changed my life.
I will never forget what he has done.
Never again I will harm another being...
Never again.
TBC...
~*~
A/N: Well, that was a long chapter, eleven pages. I thought it was good, though, so please review.