A/N: You like me. You really like me. I'm slightly scared!
Oko-chan: I get a prize for this? Cool!
Miah Tolensky: Glad you like the story. I never do straightforward romances- but rest assured, there was a reason I categorised this fic as romance…
VMorticia: I intend to get some mileage out of this fic, so isn't it a tad redundant to tell me to keep writing?
Mystic Mewtwo: I'm really flattered that you like this. And yes, I'm blushing big time at this end.
Crimson Fuchsia: I write stuff that floats around in the empty space called my head. By some weird fluke the stuff just happens to read ok. Mewtwo lovers of the world unite!!
Gregory Stephen/nightdragon0: I just love Mewtwo's character full stop. Glad you like!
Disclaimer: If you don't know this by now, I'll get very disturbed. And that's more disturbed than I am right now. I don't own Pokemon: I own Sashara or Subject B-6 and that's it.
Warning: This fic contains stuff about mature subjects; if you don't want to know, then for the love of whatever, don't read it. For the record, those subjects include abuse, addiction, death and mild sexual content.
Forgotten: Part 3
There were few beings alive that could out-stare me, and only two who could make me break eye contact.
One of them was currently roaming free in the forests of the Amazon.
The other was currently slouched on a mound of earth before me, wearing a snarl that even a Gyarados would quail at.
So much for expecting gratitude.
Sashara had completely refused to speak to me after I had informed her of her conditions for living inside Mount Caina. Part of the arrangement was that her restraints would only be removed during training, but she would have to remain inside the caverns. Otherwise, she had free movement over the mountain, but the cuffs would stay on.
For all my uncertain efforts at amiability, she had stalked off somewhere after she had eaten, returning only to glare at me and to rest.
For a Pokemon-human hybrid, I had expected her to be a skilled fighter, or at least be able to put up a more imaginative defence against my attacks. But no; she had simply erected a Shield and was glaring at me through the blue-white haze.
'Are you just going to scowl at me all day or am I going to have to force you to fight?'
She didn't break eye contact. 'I only fight when I want to.'
'And you don't want to fight me? You don't want to test your limits against another clone?'
'The only limit you're testing is my patience.'
'I'll be testing that even more if you don't fight me.'
She smirked. 'Please. I'm a hybrid. I have the strength of two races, unlike you. You'd never stand a chance against me.'
'And that arrogance will be your downfall.'
I retired the façade of politeness and aimed a Tri-Attack straight at her Shield. Acting on instinct, Sashara raised her gauntlets to cover her face as her defence fell and the onslaught of fire, ice and lightning hit her body.
She was too proud to cry out in pain. But I recognised the look on her face.
Albeit before she raised her hands to her temples and directed a Psybeam towards my head. I only had enough time to raise my arms before the shimmering ray of energy hit me.
Whether it was natural ability or her engineered abilities coming into play, the beam hurt.
A lot.
She stood up shakily and snarled, the noise welling in her throat. 'No one pulls a cheap shot on me. No one.'
Her hands balled into fists, energy swirling around her. My barely concealed anger changed into vague concern as I studied her form.
The energy should have been blue or white, maybe even pink.
It shouldn't be black.
Unless…
I ducked as she swung at me, her fist barely missing the top of my spinal cord. Landing on all fours, I concentrated and pictured Nightshade in my mind. Under current circumstances, it was the only attack that might subdue her.
The waves of pink energy surrounded her, attacking her mind and body. While I can perform a number of Ghost-type attacks, I generally prefer not to use them. Apart from drastically reducing my powers, they can have adverse effects on Psychic-types.
Add my Swift attack to the mix and both of us would certainly collapse.
Sashara howled as the dual attacks hit her, forcing her to power down. I barely managed to stay on my feet as the aftershocks began.
It would take a while even for a Pokemon of my power to recover from the onslaught I had received. I might as well try to get some information out of her.
'Care to…explain…what that…aura was?…'
She was holding a hand up to her head. Not even enough strength left to glare.
'…I have…Mew's…DNA…'
It made a disturbing amount of sense.
Mew was believed to be the genetic ancestor of all Pokemon. During the years of peace, I had investigated the New Island data and had discovered scientific evidence that my 'parent' had the ability to perform any and all Pokemon attacks.
Including those belonging to the then unknown classes. Dark-type and Steel-type.
Sashara could use Dark-type attacks. The only attacks that I was completely unable to defend myself against.
Damn.
I used the last of my mental strength to restore her cuffs. Until I fully understood the powers of the Dark-types, she would now be restrained at all times.
Crawling over to the spring, I managed to drink a mouthful of the water, feeling its regenerative properties running through my body. The girl would need healing as well, despite her pain threshold. The easiest way of getting her to the water was to carry her, despite the risk of her trying to attack me again.
Helping a human.
If only Mew could see me now.
If Giovanni's mind hadn't already been wiped of my existence, I would be sorely tempted to seek him out and eviscerate him personally. Better yet, I could send Sashara to deal with him.
She certainly had a suicidal streak.
One that apparently included punching everyone that tried to help her as a form of thanks.
She had disappeared off to the surface after inserting her fist into my face and snarling that she didn't need my help, now or ever. My only consolation was that at least she wouldn't be able to leave a bruise.
Something caught my attention at the back of my mind.
A sound?
A thought?
No…
A void.
An action along with that void… One I knew only too well.
Death.
Something had died…no…they had been…
Panic overrode rational thought. I teleported to the forest covered surface of Mount Caina. Sashara and that void of death…they were connected. I whispered a clumsy prayer to a God I didn't believe in that she was unharmed.
The stench of rigor mortis hit my nostrils as I drew closer to the banks of the lake.
No…
Sashara wasn't there.
But an entire school of disemboweled Magikarp was lying on the shores of the lake.
Not a single one showed any sign of life. Blood had soaked into the soil, turning the earth into a sick red-black colour. Internal organs were strewn over the grass, some completely intact, some so badly destroyed that I was completely unable to identify them.
Despite the almost uncontrollable urge to vomit, I noticed that all the corpses had been torn open in the same way. A straight line from the dorsal fin to the mouth…
Only a being with a skilled knowledge of Pokemon physiology could have done this.
And it didn't take a genius to work out whom.
Mostly because she was sitting a short distance away from the corpses, blood covering her hands and arms, staring out over the lake.
'You did this.' I didn't expect a reply.
She nodded slowly. 'I killed them. I killed them all.'
'Why?'
She looked up at me, her features expressionless. 'Because I wanted to.'
Her eyes…dark, yet so clear, inscrutable…and emotionless.
She literally hadn't felt anything as she had slaughtered those Pokemon.
That was what truly horrified me.
'You…wanted…to kill those Pokemon?'
'Is that such a hard concept to grasp?'
'You killed a school of living, breathing creatures…and you feel nothing? Not even a shred of guilt?'
'No…that was why I needed to kill. To see if this time I would feel anything. But still nothing. I can't feel anything.'
She was incapable of emotion. Completely devoid of feeling.
All I could think was that I had made the most regrettable mistake of my existence.
TBC