A/N: This fic is mostly written from Mewtwo's POV. Hope ya like!
Disclaimer: I own one character in this and that's it. All other characters remain the property of 4Kids and Nintendo.
Forgotten: Part 1
The humans have a most strange saying. Curiosity killed the cat.
I suppose in my case, it would be curiosity killed the clone.
For it is what I am.
A clone.
A bastard shadow of an unfathomable power.
I am Mewtwo, clone of Mew. The fabled 150th Pokemon, or Project Omega Test Subject B-7 as I was termed by the scientists, the ones who created me to be nothing more than the end result of an experiment.
Giovanni was no better than they were. I vowed that I would never be subservient to any human and promised to have my vengeance against the Earth.
But that boy changed everything. He gave his own life to save the Pokemon and his friends.
His actions baffled me. The termination of his existence would serve no other purpose than ridding the Earth of another pathetic life form.
But the Pokemon…the power of their tears amazes me even now. The human was revived and continued with his companions on their quest. The clones and Mew left with me to begin a new life away from those who would otherwise destroy us.
In peace and seclusion we dwelt for almost two years, until…Giovanni. I had neglected to wipe his memory of my creation and he came after me with his machines. Death approached me like the shadow I am.
That boy…he saved me. I was revived by his actions. This time however, I chose not to wipe his mind of our meeting. He was, is an…ally. I cannot call him anything more than that.
But the one whom I now seek, the one who could indeed spell the end of my twilight existence…they might truly be the ally I need to survive.
Curiosity might indeed kill the clone, if my recollections of the New Island data served me correctly.
Only those who had partaken in my creation knew of Test Site-A. Hidden away in the Cerulean Caves, it had been the birth and death-place of my unfortunate predecessors. The subjects had either been exterminated outright; or else they had been dissected after they had died of complications.
Subject B-6 however, had been placed in cryogenic storage until further notice. Extreme psychopathic tendencies and a high IQ…could be useful.
I scoured the treetops until I was able to find any sign of the cave entrance. In recent years the vegetation had become dense, high enough to cause a few unfortunate landing problems.
The cave was somewhere towards the north. Only my instincts could help me now. As I flew, I let my mind stretch out, feeling for the presence of life.
There…faint, but recognisable.
Sometimes it pays to know how to use Metronome. The wind whipped around me as I levelled a blast towards the overgrown mouth of the cave. Leaves and vines flew past my face, hitting my body and tail as they were flung away by the air.
Stage One complete.
Stage Two: finding my way around the maze of tunnels inside this infernal complex.
Only the thought of this being and its release kept me going as I encountered yet another wall of rock.
I retraced my steps and chose the central path. Four kilometres on…and another dead end.
Feh. One of the world's most powerful Pokemon and I couldn't even find my way through a cave.
I focussed my mind on the life force I felt so far below me. Another like me…another clone who deserved to feel the sun on its back. To know how it became, how it began. To see the moon and the stars and the life of this planet.
To be able to feel emotions, to sleep and to wake without fear, to know others like itself.
To be free.
The life I was never meant to know.
Focus, focus…
Something felt different about this tunnel. The rocks and dirt underfoot seemed stylised, the jagged rock-faces were too perfect to have been created by tectonic movement…this was it. I could feel it in my blood, in my genetically engineered soul.
The being was close.
There. A glint of metal in the light of my Flash. That was the entrance.
One bruised shoulder later and I was in.
Metal walls, metal floors, metal ceilings…gods, I hated laboratories. Memories of my incarceration on New Island and later in the bowels of the Team Rocket headquarters flooded my mind. So many machines; ironic that these soulless, single-minded automatons gave life to me, and yet fitting in a way; they gave life to a lifeless being such as myself and Subject B-6.
No scientists could be found in this futuristic torture centre. Only the pulse of electricity and the cryogenic generator could be heard.
The life was close now. But something felt…wrong, for lack of a better word. The life seemed to be one, and yet…it seemed to be two. Curious.
Putting my uneasiness aside, I attempted to locate the cryogenic storage suite. The faster I found B-6, the faster I could leave this steel-encased nightmare.
Clouds of dry ice floated around me as I entered the suite. It didn't surprise me to discover that the remains of my predecessors were stored in here. But what had been done to them…it made me physically sick. Grotesquely deformed limbs, malformed and twisted bodies lined the wall of the chamber. I was revolted to discover that the parts that had been removed from the clones during autopsy had been carelessly stored along with the bodies. Blood mixed with the storage fluid in thick purple and red clouds, thankfully blurring the features of the bodies.
That could have happened to me had I not had the power to escape. B-6 could have also gone this way had it not be stored.
Why though? What was so special about B-6 that it had escaped the surgeon's scalpel?
The glowing turquoise storage tube in the centre of the chamber would hopefully answer that question for me. Not wanting to disturb any of the feeder pipes connected to the tube, I levitated a few feet off the floor and gazed in at Subject B-6, the sixth failed experiment of Project Omega.
Darkness. That was what I first saw. Darkness.
For a supposed clone of the world's strongest Pokemon, Subject B-6 looked as unPokemon-like as a being could be. It looked…no, she looked…
Human.
A human.
No…
It was impossible. But yet…it seemed too entirely possible. I myself bear several human characteristics, speech being one of them. But as for bearing the appearance of a human…
Curse my sense of wonder.
Trying to ignore the feeling that I would probably live to regret this, I activated the release sequence, barely registering the sirens and computerised voice warning me of the danger of my situation.
I was still stronger than this girl. I could destroy her if needs be.
The storage fluid drained from the tube as the being inside started to stir. Her black hair floated down to cover her back as her body slumped, the muscles still unused to gravity and free movement. Her head moved slightly, feeling the recycled air on her face.
Black eyes set against olive skin studied me intensely as I worked to deactivate the glass shields surrounding her. I couldn't deny there was something about her that intrigued me, perhaps even attracted me to her. Our shared origins, our abilities, our strength…
Our loneliness.
Perhaps even what humans mawkishly refer to as destiny.
Or maybe it was the fact we both had the ability to break our way through triple glazed glass. An ability that she was demonstrating with alarming skill as she forced her fists through the tube wall and grabbed me by the throat.
The world started to turn grey as I clutched at her fingers.
'So. Giovanni's sent another monster of his down here. Forget it fuzzball, I'd kill you before you could even scream.'
I projected my thoughts directly to her brain. 'Would you sooner kill another of your kind rather than listen to me?'
Now that caught her attention. Her fingers loosened a little, enough for me to breathe. 'My…kind?'
'Your kind, Subject B-6.'
'Call me something other than Subject B-6 and then explain to me what the hell you're talking about.'
'What do you call yourself?'
'My creators gave me the name Sashara. Now start talking, fuzzy.'
'Let me go first.'
She studied me for a few seconds before she dropped her hands and pulled her arms back through the glass, unaware of the blood dripping down her body.
'Explain now.'
Tact is merely a human trick to sugar-coat unpleasant truths. I am not human even by a long stretch of the imagination. Subject B-6, despite her appearance, was not human. At least, not fully human. Therefore there was no sense in trying to be tactful.
'You are a clone, one of seven beings created by Team Rocket in their quest to create the world's strongest Pokemon. I am the seventh clone, Subject B-7, or Mewtwo as I am otherwise called. You and I are the only clones to survive; the others either died of complications or they were killed and dissected.'
She looked amazed, then shocked, then…It took even me a few seconds to work out exactly what had happened.
All I can say is; glass shards hurt. A lot. Particularly when they start digging into your spine.
The piece of metal pointed at my throat forced me to look up at my assailant. B-6 had completely destroyed her transparent cage and was crouched over me, a snarl twisting her features.
'You're lying.'
'I do not lie.'
'If you're one of Giovanni's creations, then…' She fell back slightly and let her weapon drop to the ground. Confusion rippled across her young face.
'…Why haven't I seen you before? Why am I here? Why was I kept in that chamber?'
'I cannot answer why you were kept in storage, but the other questions I can and will answer if you trust me.' It was a baited question. Cruel yes, but necessary.
She sighed in resignation. The fish, hungry for knowledge, had snapped at the bait.
'Then we must leave this place. And by the way…' I disinterestedly examined the broken computer panels around the stasis tubes on my way out of the chamber.
'…Put some clothes on.'
TBC