This time, rather than a series of journal entries, the story will be told from the first person view of the Mewtwo. Note any dialogue between these>> things >like this> , means someone is talking telepathically.
Chapter 3-- The Young New Legend
I was more than four years old, almost five. Even though I was young, I understood things well. Perhaps it's because I'm a Psychic type or because I was designed to mature relatively quickly. I had for some time realized I was different from my mother. My tail was different, my head was different, and my fur color was different. I never asked her before. By then though, I was getting taller than my mother. I decided to ask her,
>Mother, why am I so different from you? Why am I bigger than you? Am I even the same Pokemon as you?>
She smiled at me, but there was a sort of sadness in her eyes. She said,
"You are growing so fast, my daughter. I feel you are ready to learn the truth about yourself."
>The truth about myself?> I repeated.
"You are not the same as me. You are similar, but not the same. You are also not alone."
>There are others like me?>
"Yes, many more. You are called a Mewtwo."
>Mewtwo… I am a Mewtwo?>
"Yes and I am a Mew."
>Mewtwo? Mew? I am a second Mew?>
"In a way you are. I will explain what I mean by that. It is a little complicated, but you will be able to understand."
>I watched on with curiosity as she spoke.>
"How to begin? I will tell you first about the Mewtwo, then about yourself. Mewtwo are Legendary Pokemon, like myself and others I have told you about before: Zapdos, Lugia, Raikou, and many others. Mewtwo are different from then though. Mewtwo were created by humans."
>Humans…Humans made me?>
"They did, or at least one human made you. They made all Mewtwo. It began a few years before you were born. An evil human wanted to create the most powerful Pokemon in the world to use it to take over the world. He sent scientists to look for DNA, the code for a Mew. With it, they could change it to make a Pokemon he hoped would be stronger. "
>And they used it to make Mewtwo?>
"Yes. They found Mew DNA and used it to create the first Mewtwo using a machine. It would not be the last Mewtwo. The same human ordered one hundred more to be created, each one slightly different so he could have an army of Mewtwo with varying strengths. Also another group of humans hoping to rule the world had stolen the changed Mewtwo DNA and used it to make one hundred more Mewtwo, each different from each other.
The Mewtwo did not want to be used as tools by humans of course. They all escaped from the humans that made them. Because Mewtwo were made from Mew DNA, the other Legendary Pokemon welcomed them as new Legendary Pokemon. They all live like other Legendary Pokemon, more than two hundred of them."
>But…if there are more Mewtwo, where are they? I never seen any here?>
"They were not created here. Only you were."
>I was made alone? Why? And how are you my mother if Mewtwo were created by machine?>
"So many questions. Don't worry I will answer them. It was only one of the scientists here who created you. She is the one with the long pink hair."
>I turned my head to look outside the room we lived in. I saw that pinked haired female human often. I have noticed that she stared at me in a strange way sometimes. In a way I didn't like.>
"She was part of the team of humans who created the first Mewtwo. She became obsessed with controlling her own army of Mewtwo to rule the world. She managed to escape from the lab and came here to Cinnabar Island.
She then joined a team of scientists that were searching for evidence of Mew. Humans still believe Mew are extinct."
>You let them capture you?>
" I was nearby where they were searching. I could sense what the pink haired human was planning. I knew that if I allowed myself to be captured, she would use me to create a Mewtwo. I wanted to let that Mewtwo live, to give her a chance to exist. The more there were of the new Legendary in the beginning, the better it would be. So I allowed myself to be captured by the humans.
They took me here, wanting to study me before announcing their discovery to the world. That human though, she quickly went to work on creating you. She used my DNA and my egg cells to create you. Only an embryo at the time, she implanted you into my womb. Five months later, you were born."
My mother gave me a warm smile and continued, " That was the happiest day in my 3078-year-old life. I had never been a mother before, so I didn't really know what to expect. Even a Psychic-type can't foresee that experience. Once I laid eye on you, I understood perfectly well why parents can't help but love their children. You are different from me, yet you are so much like me. I brought you into this world and I must care for you, teach you and protect you. You had become the single most precious Pokemon in my life and I was--and still am--so happy that I became your mother. I wrapped you up in my tail and held you close to me saying 'welcome to the world, my daughter'."
>So, even though that human made me, you are still my mother>.
"Yes."
I embraced my mother and said, >I am so glad>.
"You don't have to look alike to be family, my dear one. I love you as much as any parent can possibly love their children."
It had saddened me for a moment to hear that I was not a natural Pokemon, that I was created to be used. But after hearing how the rest of my species is living and hearing how my mother loved me, I didn't care anymore. I was still me, and when I was old enough I could live my life the way I want to and be accepted as a fellow Legendary Pokemon. If only those times with my mother could've lasted, but the human that created me had other plans than to wait until I was old to escape from Cinnabar Island.
It was a few months after; I had turned five by then. One night both of us were startled awake by a loud crashing noise. The pink-haired human, the one who created me, was sprawled out on the floor, apparently haven tripped.
"Gaah! They're both awake!" She exclaimed. She quickly reached into her pocket and took out a Pokeball, "Parasect, use Spore on them, and hurry!"
The ball opened, releasing its Bug and Grass type occupant. The Mushroom Pokemon quickly released a cloud of blue powder toward our direction. My mother stood up and surrounded both of us in a pink barrier. The Spore was absorbed into the barrier until the Parasect stopped spraying.
"Hm, I should have expected that you would protect the Mewtwo," The human said to my mother, "After all it was you're DNA and ovum I used to create it and you gave birth to it, so you must feel like its mother. But I am its creator! I created it to help jumpstart my plans. Now that the Resurrection Machine is finally complete, I'll need it to create my army!"
She must've been slightly mad. Surely no machine could've created that many Pokemon in a short amount of time. Of course, something like that wouldn't stop her.
"I guess that won't make you drop the barrier," the human continued, "Fine then. I have a Pokemon that a single Psychic-Type can't stand against!" She returned her Parasect, and then released a Great ball. From the laser materialized a strange short bipedal black Pokemon. It had long arms with sharps claws, a single pink feather for one ear and three pink feathers for a tail.
"Snea!" The Pokemon cried, slashing at the air.
"That is a Sneasel," My mother told me with a hint of worry in her voice, "it is a Dark-Type. Psychic Pokemon are weak against Dark Pokemon and Psychic attacks have no affect on them."
>Mother…>
"Sneasel, use Screech!"
The black-colored Pokemon took a deep breath, and then it shrieked in a high-pitched voice. The terrible noise it created couldn't be blocked no matter how hard I pressed my hands against my head. Mother couldn't take it either. Her barrier shattered.
"Great! Now, get the Mewtwo, but don't hurt it too much!"
The Sneasel leaped forward toward me. Mother flew forward and rammed the Sneasel, knocking it into its master.
"Grr, I'll take care of Mewtwo, get Mew instead!"
The Sneasel got back up, and then suddenly vanished. The Sneasel then just as suddenly appeared behind my mother and rammed her hard.
>MOTHER!> I exclaimed, not caring who heard. I was then grabbed by the human who said to me "You're telepathic, huh? You're even better than I expected! Quite struggling, little one! You belong to me!"
"Let her go! Don't hurt her!" My mother shouted at the human, even though all she heard was "Mew, mew mew! Mew!" The Sneasel then attacked her again.
>Stop it! Don't hurt my mother!>
I felt a powerful rage well up inside of me, something I never experienced before. I never even felt angry before, but I could tell what I was feeling was more than simple anger. I couldn't take it; the human was hurting my mother just so she could get me. My mother only wanted to protect me. I had to stop this human.
>STOP IT!>
For the first time in my life, my eyes glowed in the blue light my species is known for. After that it all went blank. Even today, I can't remember what had happened after that. There are faint images of me using my powers to lift up the human and slam her against her Sneasel. I also smashed furniture and equipment. Most of it is far too hazy for me to remember. I was still too young to control my powers fully, which was why not only couldn't I control them, but I couldn't remember much of my first use.
Finally I stopped, feeling mentally exhausted. I could see the damage I had done. Furniture, equipment, computers, and glass were broken, shattered, and spread all over the place. There was even a large hole in the ceiling.
>I did…all this?>
I was in shock and still disoriented, but then the realization dawned on me.
>Mother? MOTHER!>
No response. I couldn't see her or see the human and her Sneasel.
>No…No, I couldn't have…>
But she was nowhere in sight. And she didn't answer my calls. The place was also leveled. What could've survived something like that?
>Mother…no…>
I couldn't stay there. The humans of Cinnabar Island would've come to investigate sooner or later. And I couldn't stay where I have taken three live.
Even the life of my mother…
I flew. Flew out of the hole in the ceiling. Flew away from Cinnabar Island, where I had done a most terrible deed. I had to go somewhere. A cave, as I was thinking. Someplace where the warm sunlight couldn't reach me. I did not deserve sunlight, not after doing something as horrid and killing a human, a Sneasel…and even my mother.
I found such a place. A deep and dark cave. It was close to a city, but a river could only reach it and few humans went there. I decided to spend my life in there, where I was away from the sun, from other Legendary Pokemon. A place where I could think about what I had done for the rest of my life…