I do not own Pokemon, any of the species of Pokemon, or Giovanni. Maya is my character though.
Little Angel: Chapter 1
Creation and Arrival
"Call Giovanni, and tell him that his creation is ready!" the lead scientist commanded.
The other scientist nodded, and ran off to call Giovanni. After nine months, the clone was ready. The head scientist walked over and looked inside the glass tube in front of him. Inside the tube, floating in brown fluid was the second Mewtwo to ever be created. It looked almost identical to the original Mewtwo, only its tail was light blue instead of purple, and, as promised, it had the body and mind three year old Pokemon. In other words, this Mewtwo was a toddler, and was not yet trained in its psychic abilities as of yet. Now, finally, it was almost time for the young clone to take its first step into life…
Two hours later…
Now that Giovanni was present, the scientists began to awaken the unconscious Pokemon. As the Pokemon awakened, it seemed to shudder every few seconds. Finally, the small clone opened its lavender eyes, and the brown liquid was drained from the glass tube. The small creature looked down for a few seconds, before raising its head to look at those who stood before it.
"W-who are you?" the Mewtwo asked, sounding confused. "Who am I?"
"You are Mewtwo, and I am your master!" Giovanni announced with pride. "You will follow my commands, and mine alone. I will not tolerate disobedience. Understand?"
The young Pokemon clone nodded slowly. Giovanni smiled. This was all too easy.
"Good boy." Giovanni said.
"Sir, there's something you should know." The lead scientist said.
"What is it?" Giovanni asked his voice impatient.
"The creature is female…"
Giovanni nodded, suddenly noticing that the Mewtwo's voice had been one of a young girl. He then turned to a Rocket agent who stood behind him.
"Begin her training immediately." the Rocket leader commanded.
The agent nodded, and ran forward to get the new clone…
Viridian City
"What're you looking at?" Maya snapped at a boy.
The boy quickly stopped staring at the teenager, and continued down the road. Maya was a tall, slim, 15 year old girl, with long black hair. She had green eyes, dark skin, wore a black skull-cap with blue flames on it, blue jeans that had holes in the knees of them, and a black t-shirt that said, "You teach me the rules, and I'll teach you to break them". Slung over her shoulder was a worn out, green back-pack. She also had a long scar running down her arm. Maya had grown up in a bad neighborhood in Saffron city. Her mother had died when she was two, leaving her to be raised by her alcoholic father till she was 9 years old. During that time, her father had beaten her whenever he flew into one of his drunken rages. During one of these rages, he'd thrown a knife at what he thought was the wall, but turned out to be his 4 year old daughter, thus Maya obtained the scar on her arm. Then, on the night of her 9th birthday, she'd run away from her so-called "home", never looking back. Her father had obviously not cared about her, for he never came looking for, nor did he send anybody to find her. Since then, she'd been out on her own, almost never making contact with anyone. When she could, she would do small jobs to buy medical supplies and food. Other then that, she spoke to no one, unless they attempted to harm her in any way. There was only one thing that could cause her to even remotely interact with other people, and that was a Pokemon. She didn't know what it was, but something about them made her feel better about the world, and that someday her life would turn around. Though she had a Pokemon license, she didn't have any Pokemon. There were two reasons for this.
She didn't like the idea of having someone give you a Pokemon.
She didn't want to hurt the Pokemon…it didn't feel right, and she thought it would turn her into someone like her father.
She'd decided a long time ago that is she ever did get any Pokemon, it would be because they came to her on their own free-will. For now though, she was concentrating on finding the motel she was supposed to be staying at for the night.
"Let's see…the motel should be here…" she thought to herself before seeing an old looking building, with a sign that was half hanging from it. "Shit…of course, the only motel I can afford has to be the one that probably has Rattata living in the walls…no sense complaining I suppose…its better then sleeping in the forest again."
Maya quickly checked into the motel, and went up to room 6. The motel was pretty basic. It had a bed, a bathroom, a small black-and-white television, and a very sad excuse for a kitchen. The walls were cracked, and the view wasn't much to look at, seeing as there was another building right outside the window.
"I can tell I'm gonna like it here…" Maya muttered to herself sarcastically.
To be continued…