Disclaimer: Je ne possède pas le Mewtwo. Translation Guess. Give up? It means I don't own Mewtwo. Duh.

Chapter 2

It was on the next day that I decided to cease wearing clothes to avoid becoming deformed due to a mutation that might be disrupted by my clothing. (Of course, it was probably more likely that my clothes would just rip, but I didn't want to take chances. Or ruin my clothes…) Like for instance my tail, which I hadn't grown yet. I had to close the blinds of course. I just had to hope that none of my friends next door noticed this, lest they come looking for me, wondering why I'm not answering the door.

Tom had come round earlier that day to bring me food. He left shortly after, because he said he had other arrangements.

The next morning I noticed the fact that a) I only had three fingers left on each hand, and b) I had started growing very light purple, almost white hair all around. Later on I also noticed the absence of most of my toes, there only being two big ones per foot.

I found the sudden lack of toes and the strange disfiguration of my feet had made balancing rather a challenge. I was used to walking on my whole, long, wide feet, which my family always found enormous compared to theirs. Lord knows who I got them from… Now I had to walk around on the balls of these unfamiliar feet, balancing with less than half the toes I had to distribute the pressure.

My hips were also growing out of form, and I thought, looking into the mirror, that my waist was thinner than usual. Many people might find this a reason for celebration, but for a male whose upper body is shrinking and his lower body was growing huge muscles, meant for running at speeds I could only guess, this was rather disturbing. I was more than slightly unnerved.

Mewtwo didn't help.

Quite the opposite, in fact. He seemed to be sucking on my emotions, exploring my feelings as if he were studying me. I suppose that for one who had spent their whole life contemplating the reasons for their existence, it was all right to be studying things that had been left in the dark by his own emotions. He himself had rarely felt much more than rage, depression, and confusion. Maybe a little surprise.

And sadness, though he himself didn't remember it.

Tom came round to bring food and check my physical appearance from time to time. It was nice to have at least some sort of contact with the outside world, especially since Mewtwo tended to go silent for long lengths of time, leaving me, if not actually being, then at least feeling, completely alone.

Tom would come over every day, even though he usually brought more than a day's worth of food, so he didn't exactly need to. My guess was that he was rather fascinated by what was happening to me. (Well, who wouldn't, in some form or another?) Since I had lost so many of my simple motor functions, such as the skill to use a game controller, I would usually have him play something and I would watch from the side, cringing every time I saw him miss a secret I knew like the back of my hand. (Not that that's a particularly good way of putting it at the present time…)

He would hang around for a few hours, during which we circulated between him playing games, us watching movies, and sparring in the backyard. The sparring had become very interesting as of late, since I had a new body to try out. It turned out, however, that we decided against sparring in the backyard until a later occasion. Partially because we didn't want to disrupt the mutation in any way, but mainly because that meant being outside, which meant being in sight of neighbors.

Tom usually left around 9 o'clock, since he still had to cycle home before it got too cold. It was summertime, but it tends to get chilly enough at night to make cycling in a t-shirt and shorts rather uncomfortable.

Some days later I was only about one day away from completion. I had grown my tail; I was two meters tall; only my arms were still a little too human. Neither did I have my 'second neck'. I assumed this would come last and enable the use of our powers.

I sat down in front of the piano. Let's see how well I can play with six fingers, shall we?

As you wish. We weren't speaking out loud, mainly because I was so far into the transformation that I couldn't physically speak anymore. This had made communicating with Tom rather difficult. Apart from signaling obvious things with my hands, it often came down to having to write it down somewhere.

The previous day Tom had arrived, as usual, in the early afternoon. Upon answering the door, he proceeded to greet me in the familiar fashion, to which I answered with a wave of my hand, turning around and letting him in. He noticed the lack of elongated greetings (in our language 'hi' consists of 34 syllables.) but didn't say much about it. After all, these days he felt more like he was visiting Mewtwo than his best friend, Loren. He proceeded into the living room, asking me what we would start with today. I was by the games, and I held up Majora's Mask. He looked at it for a moment.

"Isn't that the sequel to Ocarina of Time? You said it's good, but not as good."

I nodded.

"I guess. Fire it up." He slumped on the couch, and I tossed him the controller to him, lying down on my stomach, on the floor. He looked in my direction with an expression of ridicule. "What are you doing on the floor when there's a sofa right next to you?" he asked from where he was, obscured by the tea table. He saw my tail rise up, with my arm near it, pointing to it.

"Oh., Right." Tom turned to the TV as the title screen to Majora's Mask came up. He noticed soon that all the game slots were already taken. He asked me which one to erase. I looked at the three: Mine, mine, someone's. I raised a hand with all three fingers extended, indicating that he should use the third one.

At this point, he had had enough. "What the V are you signaling for? Speak up, will ya?"

I sighed and sat up. I looked him in the eyes, trying to think of a way I could express myself. I opened my mouth, pointed in it with one finger, then shook my head. He gave me another ridiculed expression, raising an eye ridge. I opened my mouth as if to shout, but no sound came.

"You can't talk?"

I nodded.

"Now you can play Genma! Mwahahah." He had burst out laughing, doubling over. I had had a quick flashback of Ranma's father, Genma, in his panda form, dancing about with his signs in his paws. I had rolled my eyes as he laughed.

I now opened the piano lid, and did a few quick finger warm-ups, before I started playing 'Für Elise', which turned out to be very difficult, seeing as I tried to press the keys with fingers that I didn't have. I was starting to get frustrated when I felt a small prick in my neck. I reached back to see if maybe a bug had bit me. I didn't feel any bugs, but a slim, cool piece of metal instead. A thousand pictures, explanations and ideas flashed through my head, but before I could contemplate or react to any of them, my eyesight dimmed and I fell over backward, losing consciousness.

What I had failed to realize was that while I was playing the piano with my three-fingered hands, the same group of scientists who had done this to me in the first place, had somehow picked the front door lock, snuck up behind me and injected a needle containing some kind of tranquilizer into my neck, knocking me out. They then carried me into the black van that was waiting outside. Once inside, they sped off to god knows where.

Tom arrived at Loren's house right after seeing a black van driving on the nearby road at a crazy speed. He lifted one leg off its pedal and brought it over the bike and on the other side, standing on one leg/pedal with the bike still moving. When he got in front of Loren's house, he pulled the brakes and jumped off the bike. He stood it up on its leg and locked it to the wall.

He went to the door and rang the bell. He stood back and waited. And waited. And waited. He rang again.

"I must've caught him in the bathroom."

He waited a little more. Nothing.

"Maybe he's in the shower."

He didn't hear the shower being used.

"Where is he?"

Ow, my head... I had a headache. I didn't open my eyes. I felt the hard floor. I must've fallen over on my piano chair. I scrambled to my feet. I held my head and kept my eyes tightly shut from the pain. I felt around a bit. I tried to find the coffee table or the piano. Nothing. I got up and fumbled around a bit.

No. Wait a minute… Our lounge room wasn't this roomy. I opened my eyes. I was in a large hall. Judging by the look of things, it was pitch black, but since I had Mewtwo's eyes, I could see perfectly well.

Mewtwo? Where are we? I asked with a voice that was shaky despite the fact that it was in my head.

I do not know. However we seem to have been kidnapped.

Sure looks that way…. Well, better- I felt something weird on my ankle. I looked down. I was wearing a metal collar around my ankle.

What the... I bent down and reached to grab it. Just as I came in contact with it, I felt a surge of pain blast its way through my body. I fell to the ground once more, the pain now gone, but I was out of breath. Ow…

I looked at the ankle... Thing. It sparked yellow red sparks that suggested that it was electrified. I wouldn't be doing that again…

I guessed it was some sort of tracer or tracking device. I didn't feel comfortable knowing that someone knew every step I took. I wanted it off.

I looked around me. I was in a rather large room, which seemed to be a basement, with metal walls and a concrete floor. I looked up ahead. There was a large sign that said in big letters: THIS WAY. I looked around to see if there was any other way, finding myself in a completely closed down room. I decided that, seeing as there was nowhere else to go, I ought to go that way.

I went to the sign and followed the arrow that pointed to the right, where there was a narrow corridor that led to another sign with the same writing, only somewhat smaller. There was a fork of left or right. The sign told me to go left. I hesitated a bit, and looked to the right. There was a long corridor, and a long way away, a dead end.

And thus it came to pass that he came upon the decision to turn left.

Amusing

Yeah. I know.I started to the left, shortly rounding a corner and ending up at another fork. This time the text was even smaller. I followed the directions for about ten minutes. The text was absolutely tiny now, but I could still read it, thanks to my now tremendous vision.

Finally I came to a fork where there was no sign at all. Great. Shall we start guessing or- I didn't have time to finish when I heard a voice telling me to go right. I looked around but saw no-one. I looked up to see a speaker on the wall. Well, shall we do as it says?

The signs have not led us astray. Much as I despise taking orders, I think we should obey it.

Okay. I went right. I followed the instructions of the voices, which were constantly getting fainter. Toward the end, I could barely hear it even with Mewtwo's ears. Finally, when I took a right turn, I saw light up ahead.

Finally.

I walked toward the light. I stepped out into a large lab-like room. Huge computers littered the walls. A single glass tank was in the middle of the room. I took a look at some of the computer monitors. They showed black-and-white surveillance pictures of the maze that I had just exited. One camera per fork. It seemed someone was watching me when I was in there. What am I, a lab rat?

This is but a taste of what I felt.

Just then I felt a small stinging sensation in my right shoulder. I looked at it to see a small dart with a small glass container in the back of it. A tranquilize- I didn't have time to finish my thoughts because I was once again engulfed in darkness.

I felt weightless.

I opened my eyes, and felt liquid flow into them. I was underwater. What puzzled me was that I didn't need to breathe. My lungs were filled with the liquid. It was obviously something with a high oxygen content. Haven't really heard of a breathable liquid really existing, but I supposed it was possible. I looked around myself. I was in the tank which I had seen earlier. I couldn't see very well with my eyes full of liquid, but I could make out human sized white figures. Scientists in lab coats.

One of the scientists came close to the glass. He peered inside, then backed away slightly, seemed to yell something which I couldn't hear because the glass and the liquid muffled it. He then ran to a computer and typed something on it.

Suddenly I felt the liquid rush out of small holes on the bottom of the tank. I sank to the bottom of the tank and started coughing up the liquid from my lungs, suddenly feeling cold. I heard the glass slide up from around me and I looked up at the scientists who had gathered around me. Some had clipboards that they were busy scribbling on. Others simply stared with amazed expressions on their faces. I really wanted to ask some questions, but I couldn't.

"Connect the speakers!" The chief-looking scientist commanded to someone.

"For what?" I almost got a heart attack when the speakers repeated my thoughts word for word, though with a monotonous, mechanized voice.

"To hear what you want to say, of course." This was the head scientist speaking.

"Where am I" Went the speakers. My thoughts exactly, but hey, that's what they were.

"Unfortunately I cannot answer that question."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Dr. Robert Mason. My team," He motioned to the other scientists, "And I are the ones who input the creature into your head."

"I have a name" The speakers spoke with a much lower voice this time. These were Mewtwo's thoughts.

"But of course you do."

"What do you want?"

"We want to know everything about our little creation."

"Creation? You did not create me." No-one could tell whether it had been me or Mewtwo who said that. Even I wasn't sure.

I remembered the ankle thing. "What is this on my ankle?"

"It is a machine that prolongs the completion of your transfiguration. We don't want you to gain your powers too soon and blow us all up."

"Huh?" I assumed an expression of ridicule, then shook my head. "What are you going to do?"

He grinned. "Well I suppose I could tell you... All right. We are going to find a way to control your powers, then sell you to the highest bidding country as an instrument of war. We will be famous. I will have books written about me. I will have everything I always wanted, and you are going to provide it for me."

"What? You're gonna harness me, sell me, and take the glory? What kind of an idiot are you?"

"Oh, I fear I'm not an idiot. Some might say I'm a dreamer, but that's not relevant. The point is that you needn't worry about anything. We've got it all under control. Including you. You're an interesting one, actually. We've been watching you for a long time."

I suddenly had a flashback of a man in a black suit watching me from across a street.

"What?"

"Yes. We watched your behavior develop as you grew. We also saw that you had interest in martial arts, but that you weren't planning on acting on it. We made sure you did.

"You-"

"Yes, we sent a couple of our agents to give you some initiative." Dr. Mason grinned.

I suddenly remembered the figure in the lab coat I had seen while lying bloody on the ground.

"You! You were the ones that attacked me and Tom in the park! You were the ones that put both of us in the hospital! Tom was in there for 3 months, you sadistic bastard!" I felt my anger growing. "Why him? Why did you involve him if it was me you wanted?"

"Oh, we know you love your friends, and decided that there would be all the more initiative to learn to fight if you knew you had to learn to protect others in addition to yourself. You're care for others so much that you almost get them killed."

"I didn't almost kill him, YOU DID!" I was almost screaming now.

"Whatever makes you happy. Point is, you now know martial arts, which adds to your market value."

I was seething with rage. "WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME!"

Dr. Mason stayed calm. "For a number of reasons. Firstly, we could not harness or even bring into existence the power of Mewtwo without a physical body. Second, making one would have been immensely difficult, expensive and time consuming. Thirdly, you were so crazy about Mewtwo that you would've volunteered anyway. So. What do you have to say?"

"What I have to say is that you won't get away with this." All the scientists chuckled.

"And who's going to stop me? You? You don't even have your powers, and when you do, you will not be the one controlling them. You are outnumbered, so your physical strength is no good. So there is nothing you can do. Sorry, boo hoo. End of conversation." He nodded to another scientist by a computer and he flipped a switch. The speakers made a small popping noise indicating that they had just been turned off.

A door at the edge of the room opened and two large men walked in. They were obviously guards. They grabbed me by both arms but I used Mewtwo's powerful arms to throw them aside. I started advancing on Dr. Mason, but then I felt the pin prick again I saw another dart sticking out of my thigh. I kept heading for Dr. Mason, my anger driving me forward. I felt more needles stabbing into me, but I paid no heed to them. My steps got wobbly as the drugs kicked in. I fought the fatigue that was kicking its way into my muscles, and didn't stop. Dr. Mason backed away, with no fear on his face, but frustration instead. I fell to my knees, no longer able to stand. Still reaching for Dr. Mason, I slumped on my chest, my vision blurring. Goddamn it all to hell and back.

And the darkness came.

When I woke up I was in a large metal cell, almost full metal. The door looked thick and heavy. I sat up and thought about my present situation. No one knew where I was, including me. I didn't have my powers and I wasn't going to get them, either. I was being held captive by an evil scientist who doesn't care a slightest bit about me. Once they've found a way to control my powers, I'll be a slave to their will.

So basically I'm screwed.

I wrapped my arms around my knees and rested my head on them. I have to get out of here.

But how...

And so the re-vamping project goes forth. Hope y'all are liking so far. R&R PLEASE! Haven't had reviews in such a long time…

Credit to Aitwo22 for coming up with Robert.