Hey y'all! I finally got around to finalising and uploading a chunk of part 3. Sadly, I'm suffering from writer's block at the moment, but when I get some more ideas, I will be sure to complete this chunk. As always, don't forget to Review!
-Chapter 3 Part 1: One Month Later-----
One Monday afternoon, I awoke to the sound of a phone ringing. After shaking myself out of sleep, I removed myself from my bed to answer it. "Hello?" I asked, still a bit drowsy. "Sam, rise and shine!" said the familiar voice of Mark. I promptly looked out the window. "Mark, the sun hasn't even begun to rise yet! What the crap do you think you're doing, waking me up at this hour!" On the other end, Mark, somewhat embarrassed, replied, "Oh, whoops. Forgot to account for time difference. Well anyway, you're needed back at the lab, Fisher. Guess who's about ready to awake." I felt like I had been hit in the head with a bullet. "You mean..." "Yes, Fisher. It's worked, and it's happening."
I dropped the receiver. I don't believe it! How can this possibly be! I screamed in my head. As I picked up the receiver, I heard another familiar voice. It was Sean. "You'll need to fly via express again. Lambert has already contacted your friends at the airbase. We'll see you within three and a half hours. Goodbye."
I quickly put down the receiver, and started to get ready, still in denial. As I passed Sarah's room, I stopped. She isn't going to like this, I thought. I wrote her a note:
Dear Sarah,
I'm sorry, but I had to leave again. You know how you can reach me. I'm very sorry about having to leave on such short notice, but once again I have to do this.
Love, Dad.
I left this note on the phone, since I knew that she would be there soon. Once again, I packed up my needed belongings: that annoying alarm, Gamecube, etc. etc, and headed out the door.
I hopped into my brand new Dodge Viper. Since the project wasn't going to take as much cash as was planned, Uncle Sam decided to reward the five of us with some good stuff. While turning the ignition key, I listened to the viper as it revved up. Ten cylinders of sheer horsepower, I happily thought. I grinned out of utter joy as I peeled out onto the road.
When I reached the military base, Trent was there waiting for me. "Surprise, surprise," I said, while shaking his hand. "Good to see you again, Sam. Lambert called and informed me about your express trip. Let's go." Once again I jumped into the cockpit, and once again I held on for dear life.
I had reached my destination in a record time of only two hours. As I walked in, Lambert stared at me wide-eyed. "Just how did you get here in two hours?" He asked. I gave a wide-mothed grin. "By traveling fast- how else?" Lambert tore his eyes from starr
"I have no idea what's going on in there, Fisher, but obviously since you're here I think it's been a success," Lambert said as he grinned. At that point all I could do was grin back, then walk through the door to the laboratory. As I opened the door, Mark, Samantha, Sean, and Gordan all looked up at me. "Welcome back, Sam," Samantha said hospitably." "Now that you're here, come take a look," Sean said.
I followed him into another room. In the middle of the floor was a hollow glass container. "We ordered the glass to include tiny charges of explosives embedded, similar to a harrier's ejection system. If anything happens, we can detonate those charges, shattering the glass, but not harming its contents." Indeed, the contents had drawn every bit of my attention.
The creature inside had two big, white toes, seemingly human-like, but with the four outer toes lined together. It appeared to stand completely on its toes, similar to that of a dinosaur. The legs were white as well, harboring oversized leg and thigh muscles. Just below the abdomen was what seemed to be a purple oval shaped dome, which extended all the way back down it's purple tail, as if it was all one big piece. The tail itself was about as long as Mewtwo itself, and had a small bulge on the end. Moving up some more, I noticed that it had what seemed to be two shoulder plates, probably cartilage. The creature had two necks, one small one which a person would normally be thought of having, and one out the back of it's head and into its back. The body wielded two small, white, almost stick-like hands that seemed that they could not even support their own weight. It had three fingers, which all had the same kind of budge at the end of its tail. The head was, once again, white, and had two wide stationary ears. Its eyes were shut closed.
-Chapter 3 Part 2: The Great Awakening-----
For the majority of the day, we all watched a dozen or so monitors, checking vital signs, mental activity, etc. All the data had remained the same, calm and stable. He sure seemed to be having a much better time than we were.
Day turned to dusk, then dusk to night. We had been there monitoring Mewtwo for more than eight hours, and it was starting to take its toll. Gordan yawned, followed by Samantha, then Mark. Sean attempted to muffle his, but his desperate attempts were futile, pulling a muscle in his jaw. "Yeouch," he muttered between yawns. "Looks like you're holding up pretty well, Fisher," Sean said. "We really need some sleep. If ANYTHING at all happens, call us immediately," he sternly said. I nodded as I watched them leave.
To be perfectly honest, I had felt ready to join them. However, I knew that I was there for a reason, and a very important one at that. I laughed evilly as I pulled out a mug of coffee from my bag, and took a sip. Immediately I felt my energy being restored, and returned to my seat in front of the monitors.
Two hours later, my coffee was running dry, and I was still getting tired. Come on Fisher, snap out of it. You've fought fatigue and won so many times before. I walked next to the tank with Mewtwo in it. Still no change, I thought. I wish he'd wake up, I want to... While staring at the ground, I pondered. What am I going to say to him? 'We come in peace'? Nah, too cheesy. How about, 'Hello'? Nah, too bland. Or maybe... Actually, number two will do, a voice suddenly said in my head.
I was severely startled by it. "Were...What...Who!" I stuttered, looking around. Where: behind you. What: I'm not too sure, maybe you could help me. Who: me! the voice in my mind said enthusiastically. I slowly turned around. My eyes met two large, purple ones that stared straight back at me. I let out a startled yell, then slipped on a pencil. Mewtwo's eyes followed me all the way to the floor, then let out a chuckle. Clumsy years, I see, the voice in my head said again, which by this time I assumed belonged to Mewtwo.
I don't believe it, I thought. Believe what? Now my thoughts weren't even safe to me. I pulled up a chair next to the tank, and he listened attentively. "You were the result of cloning an old fossil that once was Mew" I explained. Mewtwo took his gaze off of me, and looked at himself. "I'm not like you, aren't I?" he questioned thoughtfully as he moved his hands. "No," was my only reply.
I sat silent and motionless for several minutes, pondering what all this would mean for me. Apparently, Mewtwo was taking the situation quite well; when I looked up at him again, he was staring back at me. "Do I have a name?" He asked. "No, but we can give you one if you'd like." I sat motionless in deep thought for a long time. Apparently he was reading my thoughts, as I could see his eyes squint and widen with each new name I thought of.
"Why not just call me Mewtwo?" He asked telepathically. I looked up from the ground, and looked straight into his purple eyes. "Alright then, Mewtwo." I said while I smiled. Then, I saw something I would never forget. He smiled back. Originally I had thought that Mewtwos were incapable of showing emotion. This Mewtwo was very different from any one that those Japanese thought of.
"So, will you let me out, or do I have to do it the 'hard' way," he angrily inquired. I stood up quickly, and began to grw fearful of what he could do to me. Seeing that the meaning of the words soaked in, he telepathically broke out in laughter. "I was just joking, man! I'll cooperate." I sighed out of relief, and hit the "eject" button Samantha described to me earlier. I suddenly realised I had made a very bad mistake. The glass exploded outward in a large shower of small shards. I realised this just in time to dodge behind a large desk, which saved my butt.
I looked out from behind the desk. Everything else in the room, save Mewtwo, had glass shards lodged into it. Mewtwo was laying down, apparently getting used to breathing air. I came out slowly from behind my shield, and offered my hand compassionately to him. He looked up at it. At first, I didn't think he knew what was meant by my gesture, but he reached out with a trembling hand, and held tightly onto mine.
His hand was soft and fuzzy. I could feel his delicate bones inside. I tried to lift him to his feet with my right hand, but found him to be far over 150 pounds. I called for backup, and soon enough, my left hand was on the scene. With their combined effort, he was soon to his feet.
"Can you stand?" I asked him. He did not respond. I looked at his eyes. Half closed: He was very tired. I gently slipped my right hand under him, and walked towards my room.
-Chapter 3 Part 1: One Month Later-----
One Monday afternoon, I awoke to the sound of a phone ringing. After shaking myself out of sleep, I removed myself from my bed to answer it. "Hello?" I asked, still a bit drowsy. "Sam, rise and shine!" said the familiar voice of Mark. I promptly looked out the window. "Mark, the sun hasn't even begun to rise yet! What the crap do you think you're doing, waking me up at this hour!" On the other end, Mark, somewhat embarrassed, replied, "Oh, whoops. Forgot to account for time difference. Well anyway, you're needed back at the lab, Fisher. Guess who's about ready to awake." I felt like I had been hit in the head with a bullet. "You mean..." "Yes, Fisher. It's worked, and it's happening."
I dropped the receiver. I don't believe it! How can this possibly be! I screamed in my head. As I picked up the receiver, I heard another familiar voice. It was Sean. "You'll need to fly via express again. Lambert has already contacted your friends at the airbase. We'll see you within three and a half hours. Goodbye."
I quickly put down the receiver, and started to get ready, still in denial. As I passed Sarah's room, I stopped. She isn't going to like this, I thought. I wrote her a note:
Dear Sarah,
I'm sorry, but I had to leave again. You know how you can reach me. I'm very sorry about having to leave on such short notice, but once again I have to do this.
Love, Dad.
I left this note on the phone, since I knew that she would be there soon. Once again, I packed up my needed belongings: that annoying alarm, Gamecube, etc. etc, and headed out the door.
I hopped into my brand new Dodge Viper. Since the project wasn't going to take as much cash as was planned, Uncle Sam decided to reward the five of us with some good stuff. While turning the ignition key, I listened to the viper as it revved up. Ten cylinders of sheer horsepower, I happily thought. I grinned out of utter joy as I peeled out onto the road.
When I reached the military base, Trent was there waiting for me. "Surprise, surprise," I said, while shaking his hand. "Good to see you again, Sam. Lambert called and informed me about your express trip. Let's go." Once again I jumped into the cockpit, and once again I held on for dear life.
I had reached my destination in a record time of only two hours. As I walked in, Lambert stared at me wide-eyed. "Just how did you get here in two hours?" He asked. I gave a wide-mothed grin. "By traveling fast- how else?" Lambert tore his eyes from starr
"I have no idea what's going on in there, Fisher, but obviously since you're here I think it's been a success," Lambert said as he grinned. At that point all I could do was grin back, then walk through the door to the laboratory. As I opened the door, Mark, Samantha, Sean, and Gordan all looked up at me. "Welcome back, Sam," Samantha said hospitably." "Now that you're here, come take a look," Sean said.
I followed him into another room. In the middle of the floor was a hollow glass container. "We ordered the glass to include tiny charges of explosives embedded, similar to a harrier's ejection system. If anything happens, we can detonate those charges, shattering the glass, but not harming its contents." Indeed, the contents had drawn every bit of my attention.
The creature inside had two big, white toes, seemingly human-like, but with the four outer toes lined together. It appeared to stand completely on its toes, similar to that of a dinosaur. The legs were white as well, harboring oversized leg and thigh muscles. Just below the abdomen was what seemed to be a purple oval shaped dome, which extended all the way back down it's purple tail, as if it was all one big piece. The tail itself was about as long as Mewtwo itself, and had a small bulge on the end. Moving up some more, I noticed that it had what seemed to be two shoulder plates, probably cartilage. The creature had two necks, one small one which a person would normally be thought of having, and one out the back of it's head and into its back. The body wielded two small, white, almost stick-like hands that seemed that they could not even support their own weight. It had three fingers, which all had the same kind of budge at the end of its tail. The head was, once again, white, and had two wide stationary ears. Its eyes were shut closed.
-Chapter 3 Part 2: The Great Awakening-----
For the majority of the day, we all watched a dozen or so monitors, checking vital signs, mental activity, etc. All the data had remained the same, calm and stable. He sure seemed to be having a much better time than we were.
Day turned to dusk, then dusk to night. We had been there monitoring Mewtwo for more than eight hours, and it was starting to take its toll. Gordan yawned, followed by Samantha, then Mark. Sean attempted to muffle his, but his desperate attempts were futile, pulling a muscle in his jaw. "Yeouch," he muttered between yawns. "Looks like you're holding up pretty well, Fisher," Sean said. "We really need some sleep. If ANYTHING at all happens, call us immediately," he sternly said. I nodded as I watched them leave.
To be perfectly honest, I had felt ready to join them. However, I knew that I was there for a reason, and a very important one at that. I laughed evilly as I pulled out a mug of coffee from my bag, and took a sip. Immediately I felt my energy being restored, and returned to my seat in front of the monitors.
Two hours later, my coffee was running dry, and I was still getting tired. Come on Fisher, snap out of it. You've fought fatigue and won so many times before. I walked next to the tank with Mewtwo in it. Still no change, I thought. I wish he'd wake up, I want to... While staring at the ground, I pondered. What am I going to say to him? 'We come in peace'? Nah, too cheesy. How about, 'Hello'? Nah, too bland. Or maybe... Actually, number two will do, a voice suddenly said in my head.
I was severely startled by it. "Were...What...Who!" I stuttered, looking around. Where: behind you. What: I'm not too sure, maybe you could help me. Who: me! the voice in my mind said enthusiastically. I slowly turned around. My eyes met two large, purple ones that stared straight back at me. I let out a startled yell, then slipped on a pencil. Mewtwo's eyes followed me all the way to the floor, then let out a chuckle. Clumsy years, I see, the voice in my head said again, which by this time I assumed belonged to Mewtwo.
I don't believe it, I thought. Believe what? Now my thoughts weren't even safe to me. I pulled up a chair next to the tank, and he listened attentively. "You were the result of cloning an old fossil that once was Mew" I explained. Mewtwo took his gaze off of me, and looked at himself. "I'm not like you, aren't I?" he questioned thoughtfully as he moved his hands. "No," was my only reply.
I sat silent and motionless for several minutes, pondering what all this would mean for me. Apparently, Mewtwo was taking the situation quite well; when I looked up at him again, he was staring back at me. "Do I have a name?" He asked. "No, but we can give you one if you'd like." I sat motionless in deep thought for a long time. Apparently he was reading my thoughts, as I could see his eyes squint and widen with each new name I thought of.
"Why not just call me Mewtwo?" He asked telepathically. I looked up from the ground, and looked straight into his purple eyes. "Alright then, Mewtwo." I said while I smiled. Then, I saw something I would never forget. He smiled back. Originally I had thought that Mewtwos were incapable of showing emotion. This Mewtwo was very different from any one that those Japanese thought of.
"So, will you let me out, or do I have to do it the 'hard' way," he angrily inquired. I stood up quickly, and began to grw fearful of what he could do to me. Seeing that the meaning of the words soaked in, he telepathically broke out in laughter. "I was just joking, man! I'll cooperate." I sighed out of relief, and hit the "eject" button Samantha described to me earlier. I suddenly realised I had made a very bad mistake. The glass exploded outward in a large shower of small shards. I realised this just in time to dodge behind a large desk, which saved my butt.
I looked out from behind the desk. Everything else in the room, save Mewtwo, had glass shards lodged into it. Mewtwo was laying down, apparently getting used to breathing air. I came out slowly from behind my shield, and offered my hand compassionately to him. He looked up at it. At first, I didn't think he knew what was meant by my gesture, but he reached out with a trembling hand, and held tightly onto mine.
His hand was soft and fuzzy. I could feel his delicate bones inside. I tried to lift him to his feet with my right hand, but found him to be far over 150 pounds. I called for backup, and soon enough, my left hand was on the scene. With their combined effort, he was soon to his feet.
"Can you stand?" I asked him. He did not respond. I looked at his eyes. Half closed: He was very tired. I gently slipped my right hand under him, and walked towards my room.