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Forgotten: Part 2

Throughout my solitary existence, I have lived by my instincts, engineered as they might be. Right now, they were almost screaming at me vis-à-vis releasing Subject B-6.

Yes, it was irrational.

Yes, it was illogical.

Yes, I might have just unleashed a power far greater than all the Legendary Pokemon combined.

But yes, there was still a chance that she would follow that way of existence I had chosen.

Hopefully without the bloodshed I had caused.

I paced the floor of the anteroom, ignoring the slight sting of pain from where B-6's…no, Sashara's hand had connected with my face. She looked so fragile to the untrained eye, but her genetically engineered strength, combined with the rage that only females appear capable of achieving, made her a Pokemon/human powerhouse.

A slap just for commenting about her nakedness.

Training this girl would have to be worth the risk I took in just releasing her.

'You training me? Only in your dreams, Mewtwo.' Ah, my irritation of a predecessor was obviously ready to depart.

I glanced back at the sound of her voice. 'So you found something to wear then.'

She was clothed in black; jacket, jumpsuit, boots…the only items on her that weren't black were her gauntlets and her knapsack.

She shrugged carelessly. 'Took the clothes I wanted from the corpses in the research labs.'

'Do I want to know how you knew there were bodies in there?'

Sashara smirked, a dangerous look lighting up her eyes as she shifted her knapsack onto her left shoulder.

'I was the one who turned them into stiffs. My last little bit of pleasure before I was turned into a Pokemon Popsicle.'

My instincts and my last meal were churning around inside me. The girl before me had murdered several innocent people and Pokemon in cold blood. She talked of killing as if life were a toy she played with, then disposed of when she grew bored of it.

Just as I had done back on New Island. Before Ash Ketchum's sacrifice had changed me.

Sickening.

Teleporting behind her, I managed to grab both of her wrists and pinned them behind her back. That last little exchange had confirmed my suspicions.

'What the hell are you doing?'

I ignored her and concentrated. Around her wrists, two handcuffs slowly appeared. Only in this instance, the cuffs were not of weak metal, but fashioned from pure psychic energy. As well as physically restraining her, they also held the power to Disable any and all of her attacks. An excellent discovery, even by my standards.

'I think you know what I'm doing.'

She tugged on the cuffs and snarled. 'Psychic restraints. You sneaky little son of a…'

'An IQ of 300 and that's the best you could come up with?'

'Once I get free of these things, I'll be sure to come up with something a lot better just for you.'

I picked her up by the collar of her stolen jacket and hauled her out of the lab. 'I'm flattered.'

'Don't be. I've killed a lot of people and Pokemon in my time. Don't go thinking you're anything special.'

'The enhanced living replica of an immortal being believed to be the ancestor of all Pokemon on Earth? As far as Pokemon go, that makes me fairly unique.'

'Huh.'

'Just as you are unique.'

She simply rolled her eyes. I let the silence between us build until we neared the exit of the Cerulean caves. Oddly enough, it was she who took the opening gambit.

'I'm a genetically enhanced killing machine. I'm unique how?'

That question almost made me smile. Almost. But it hit a little too close to home for my liking. A few years ago, I would have asked that selfsame question. But back then, my answer would have been that I am not truly unique.

For how can a clone be unique?

Most perplexing.

I hauled her arms around my neck and scooped her body up in my arms as we tore off into the sky, only a few scattered leaves hinting that there was once life in those dead caves.

It was unusual. I couldn't seem to be able to look at her for more than a moment.

Maybe it was just my natural aversion to humans.

Maybe it was her indifference to life and death.

Maybe it was just that she was too like the Mewtwo who had been willing to destroy the Earth out of some misplaced sense of vengeance.

She didn't seem perturbed by the sudden change in scenery. But she wasn't about to let her question remain unanswered.

'…How am I unique?'

I shot a look at her as we travelled west, back into the lands of Johto. 'For a start, any being who ever tried to hurt me in any fashion ended up dead. I didn't kill you. I didn't even hurt you. That alone makes you stand out.'

'Not impressed. Keep going.'

'From what I know of your creation, you were the only Pokemon-human hybrid ever to survive the cloning process. And from that, you are the only Pokemon-human clone on Earth.'

She frowned. 'But what about the clones after you? Weren't any of them hybrids?'

'I obliterated New Island, or Test Site B as you may call it, and all the scientists along with it. But the clones I created myself were simply copies of the originals. No hybrids.'

'And what about Giovanni? Does he know about this?'

'He holds no memory of my existence or the existence of the clones, and as far as I could tell, he believes you are either dead or still in storage.'

She sighed and watched the landscape rushing past beneath us. 'I guess that's sort of comforting.'

I chose not to say anything. Unlike me, Sashara's freedom was still dependent on Team Rocket not discovering that she had been freed.

The only place where it would be safe for both of us to live would be my old sanctuary.

Mount Caina.

The highest area in the Johto region was still as beautiful as I remembered. The gigantic crater where Clarity Lake once rested had become a lake once more; a few Magikarp could be seen swimming through the clear water as we flew overhead. Sashara craned her head around to look at the view and smiled slightly.

'I've only ever heard of this place from the scientists. They were right. It is amazing.'

I flew south and entered one of the river caves. If memory served me correctly, this entrance would lead straight to the springs I had hidden under the mountain.

'It was more impressive before Giovanni discovered its existence.'

'What happened?'

'This.' The sounds of the spring grew louder and clearer as we emerged into the chamber of Clarity Lake. It was still as lush and verdant as I remembered it to be. A gasp from my charge told me she found it just as inspiring.

I landed and removed her arms from around my neck. Until I knew that she was in full control of her mental state, the cuffs would be staying on, restraining her powers.

'…But…but how?…'

Seemingly unaware of the restraints, Sashara wandered down to the edge of the lake, gazing around her with a child's wonder.

It struck me then as to how old she actually was. For all her strength, intelligence and psychic abilities, she couldn't have been physically more than 16, perhaps 17 years old. And for all of those years, she had been imprisoned by Team Rocket.

'I moved the spring and Clarity Lake underground to protect them from humans. Before that, this place was home to me and my fellow clones.'

'I can see why. But why take the risk in bringing me here?'

She turned and stared straight into my eyes. 'If you know so much about me, then you'd know I can't be trusted.'

'True. You can't be trusted. But when you have none of your powers…' I didn't need to finish the sentence. She understood perfectly.

At least that was what I gathered when she snarled and charged at me.

Too predictable. I sidestepped her pathetic attack and delivered a knee to her gut. As she fell, my fist hit the nerves at the back of her neck. She collapsed to her knees, coughing and choking in a vain attempt to get some air back into her body.

'Lesson one, Sashara. Never attack in anger.'

'Shut…up.'

'Charming. I see we'll have to work on your manners as well as your less savoury tendencies.'

Unsurprisingly, she ignored me.

Tomorrow, she would find that act of defiance impossible.

TBC