(Many years ago…)
She faced the drop, her toes lined with the plummeting earth's edge. Observing the sea below, Subject 663 could see jagged rocks protruding from the crashing, churning waters. Her ruby-red eyes narrowed to see the droplets of saltwater flying through the air, tainting the breeze with their salty taste and smell. A gust of this same air fluttered with her albino hair, fanning the colourless mass around her small frame.
'What is your plan here?' Her crimson iris settled on seeing the yellow creature at her heels. He was the clone of her original partner, he shared the memories of that little one and so was the closest of the clones to her emotionally. He would try to stop her from this, but she had to.
"Koji, I told you my plan along with the others. This is the only way to end this nightmare. Please, do not try and stop me. You won't want to see this." She knelt down at his side and ruffled the spiky fur on Jolteon's head; she gently kissed his nose before rising and returning to the edge of the cliff.
'There's always another way!' The Pokémon's inner voice was screaming she looked over at him sadly, shaking her head slowly before diving off the cliff. Koji bounded to the edge, looking over at the falling girl, her hair billowing like a cape down her back, her body turning over and over as she fell.
Subject 663 watched the world fly by. Freefalling like this was a new sensation for her. At the lab they had tested her flying capabilities but never allowed her to fall like this, in case she was damaged by the drop. Turning over, she watched the rocks zooming towards her, she had calculated what ought to happen. At this speed her body should break on those rocks, her skull should give and her back snap. She would be broken on those slimy rocks within a few seconds. It would be messy, but the tide should sweep any trace of her away forever, those who sought her would search in vain forever. But thanks to the seas might, they would not find a trace of her.
The albino girl crashed headlong into the rocks, feeling the solid stone crumble around her, the air-shattering crack reverberated around the silent skies, startling a few nearby Pidgey into flying away, calling madly to one another. Koji looked back down, having turned to the sky before the girl struck the rocks. He watched as the seas washed away the remnants of the many spiked rocks which had littered the shallows mere moments beforehand, his deep blue eyes searching for his friend.
Her white head broke the surface, her ruby eyes looking up sadly. Her calculations had been off, but then again, they had been based off of the assumption that her body was as fragile as those of humans. Sighing, she rose out of the sea, the water evaporating from her leaving her body, hair and clothes bone dry. Setting herself back on the top of the cliff, she sat down, pushing her face into her hands.
"A monster like me shouldn't exist! Why can't I simply end this and let the world continue without something as disgraceful as myself?!" She pushed her palms against her cheeks, feeling the contours of her young face.
Koji sat beside her, leaning against her and nuzzling her face. 'You have every right to live your life freely. You have a new start ahead of you. Why not look away from the past? It can't be changed now.' She peered out of the corner of her eye at him, seeing the concern in his blue eyes. She wrapped her arm around him and drew him into a hug.
"Okay, since there's no end in sight, I guess I'll try living. But those men will always seek me out. If they get in control of me once again, then I fear this beautiful world will end." She set her gaze to the aquamarine skies, the afternoon sun perforating fluffy clouds which drifted across the great celestial mass. "But I do wish to learn about one thing those men mentioned… It was not meant for my ears, but I heard the name Mew. Who is Mew?"
PCs, personal computers, technological databases which could interlink with one another through a net system set up by those who are capable of programming them. Subject 663 couldn't explain how she knew what these metal boxes with screens attached were, or how she knew the basic uses of them. All she knew was that in a red-roofed building she found many of these devices. She also found many humans, but both she and Koji managed to avoid them, going unnoticed miraculously. She sat herself at one of these devices, the one placed right in the corner, with its screen tilted slightly towards the wall so that those passing could not see what she was accessing easily.
Flicking through the usual programmes on the computer, Subject 663 opened a tab which had the ability to connect her to the wider world of technology. Her brain figured out codes and systems which would take her to the database of that laboratory. Finding the relevant data was tricky; overruling the security systems also posed a brief issue for her. But with the use of codes and a little electronic power, she managed to find the information she was looking for.
Project Mew-two:
We have discovered the fossil of an ancient Pokémon we christened Mew in a forest on a faraway island.
Upon analysing the fossil we have been able to determine that Mew is the ancestor of all Pokémon as there are traces of the DNA of all known Pokémon.
The DNA of this Pokémon shows masses of power. Mew when alive seems to have controlled a level of power Pokémon today could never hope to possess.
The research we have conducted caught the attention of organisations that are funding Project Mew-two. The details of this project are vague; all we have been instructed to do is create a clone which surpasses the original, Mew.
The clones have failed.
After developing their psychic powers, the brains these clones possess cannot cope with controlling such powers. Every clone has had the same defect no matter how we structure their brain and curb their brain activity. It seems we shall never be able to create a successor to Mew.
Our sponsors will not allow us to give up on this project. They have provided with live specimens for DNA splicing experiments to see if a living organism can control a percentage of the power concealed in the fossil Mew we possess.
The experiments have gone too far.
I am writing this here for future reference. It must end here or the world shall be at risk. It seems our sponsors have an alternate view of this project, other than that of scientific advancements.
It has been decades since this experiment began. The journals we have made throughout the years have now been transferred from paper to a format which is easier to access. However, I will erase the data collected in the hopes that no further experiments continue. This shall all end soon. The specimen shall be freed I shall ensure it happens.
There have been a few disturbances to this project. However they have been resolved. The specimen and leading scientist have been lost, but as all the data remains intact this should not cause too much problem for us to continue. A new clone has begun its development - the brain is functioning perfectly - this one should survive.
"Project Mew-two." She had finished reading hours ago. Setting the computer back to its normal functions and leaving the building without causing any suspicion had been easier than it had been to access the information. "What does it all mean Koji? What happened on that island?" They had taken refuge in a patch of forest-area. They had been joined by two other clones for the evening. Subject 663 sat at the base of a giant tree, her mind racing. She had seen many people, ranging from children throwing around red-and-white balls which Pokémon leapt from, to old grouchy humans, refusing to move out of other's way.
'I hope you're not forgetting what we went though.' He looked up at her, twitching his ears to signal all of them.
A cold chill spread up her spine as she remembered the many nights of screaming, tortuous pain. The days filled with twisted experiments which had warped her so far from the path of humanity. The weeks where the fires hadn't stopped burning away at her nervous system until she was partially immune to the heat of the scorching pains caused by the morphing she had undertaken. She felt nauseous, a sensation which hadn't fluttered through her since… since she had her internal organs removed or distorted.
She touched her chest, feeling the pounding of the one remaining human part of her. She blinked sadly as she looked to her friends. They had suffered also. But being clones they hadn't suffered quite as harshly as she had. "I could never forget… No matter how hard I tried, that will stay with me always…" She pulled the black sphere from her pocket. "This is a constant reminder of humans' cruelty. How can I ever live a life of my own? I can never be truly free." Subject 663 clasped her fist around the ball, unable to shatter it into tiny fragments.
The three clones huddled around her, night had settled itself across the land, lazily casting its shadow across the landscape of tall grasses and old trees housing many species of Pokémon. The little group at the base of the large tree stood out like a sore thumb, both in appearance and in unnatural existences. The local Pokémon were wary of approaching as they could sense that there was something odd about the group huddled there.
The albino girl didn't sleep that night, her ruby eyes stared through the night's shade in order to keep her friends well protected from the dangers which may jump out at any moment. This was the humans' world after all.
(About a year later…)
"A giant explosion has devastated a mansion on Cinnabar Island. There are no reported fatalities but remnants of unknown machinery have been found at the site of the explosion. Scientists can only speculate on what happened at this mansion on the day of the explosion." A woman sitting behind a desk in a box with a screen declared. This box, known as a television to humans, sat behind the desk at a Pokémon Center Subject 663 had been passing by.
She had heard the woman's voice from outside the building, upon looking inside, she could see on the screen, a bird's-eye view of the remnants of the building she knew all too well. A shiver ran through her being at the sight of that hellish place. But what had happened there? Had one of the experiments gone wrong and caused an explosion?
She continued walking, her brain whirring as she tried to piece together what could have happened in that horrific place. 'Project Mew-two, have they done it? Have they cloned Mew at last? And if so, did the clone rebel, could they not control it in the end?'
She had travelled the length and breadth of the region, searching for knowledge of this land. She had met Pokémon revered as legends and fought them - not by choice, but once they had felt her power they had challenged her to prove themselves. She had met one hundred and forty-nine different species of Pokémon here, had logged information about them in her mind where it would never be forgotten. But she still had not met the elusive Mew.
Mount Moon; the peak of which was desolate, lonely and cold, she stood there on her own, her partners had travelled their separate ways for the time being, in order for them to further understand themselves and what they wanted from life. She was seated on a large stone, wondering if she would ever find something which would give her a reason to live other than sheer stubbornness.
A soft call came to her on the wind, a cry she had never heard before. She rose to her feet and walked to one side of the mountain which overlooked a portion of the region. She peered around for whatever had made the call. Eventually her ruby eyes settled on a small pink Pokémon floating around - bouncing on the blades of a windmill some distance away - joyfully giggling at the fun experience.
Subject 663 pounced off of the mountain, zooming down the side of the rocky phenomenon, gliding feet from the sloping side. She reached the base of the windmill quickly, looking up at the Pokémon curiously. It was seated on one of the blades, but as the blade reached the top of the circular motion, it hopped down onto another blade.
"Hello?" She called softly up to the unknown Pokémon. It turned its big blue eyes on her, examining her carefully before hovering down slowly to her, playing with her long hair merrily. "Are you Mew?" She asked looking around at it as the Pokémon giggled again. "Hmm, not much of a talker…" She mused as she gently touched its head with the tip of one of her fingers.
Instantly, she felt a swoop of memories rush into her head. Memories of the time she had been confined in that hell, looking around from her tank, seeing a fossil on the wall, a fossil of Mew. Then a rush of blackness changed the scene, replacing it with sky, she remembered flying through open skies, her small feline body weaving and diving through the air gracefully… but she didn't have a small feline body…
The Pokémon looked around and zoomed off into the sky quickly, Subject 663 could feel a rush of cold wind, blown from a storm overseas. The cute pink Pokémon seemed to be hurrying straight towards the sea-storm, but what was the purpose of that action? A storm is simply a storm. But with the cold wind came something else, an unnatural presence, much like those of her and the clones she knew, this one was far stronger than those of the clones and tainted with an evil she had not felt since she had left the laboratory.
(Present Day...)
"Boss! We've decoded the DNA from the hair... Although the results are more than unbelievable!" Maxie snatched the laptop from his best scientist, his eyes scanned the data quickly, widening once they finished absorbing the information. This couldn't be true...
A/N: Very sorry for the huge gap in updating! I had a really crazy couple of weeks! Hopefull I will update soon with a proper chapter of excitment and such. Thanks for sticking with me!
PhantomGalaxy13: Thank you for all your reviews, each and every one of them give me more ideas and further understanding of what works and does not with regards to my story. Thank you so very much! -Iris