Chapter 12: A killer in me.

Disclaimer: Do you really have to read this? Even my niece knows of this by heart.

Warning: Brief scenes of gore, violence, vulgar use of the English language, alcohol consumption, and another mushy scene. Viewer discretion is advised.

Happy New Years everyone. Sorry that this story is late, I had to fix some bugs in my computer.

BIG surprise for all, along with this fic, 'Blue Moon' is now up as well. But remember: it's the edited version, so it'll be shorter yet right to the point.

By the way: who thinks this story should be rated M?

I know that it has disturbing violence, sexual conduct, and blood & gore. Plus acts of suicide & body dismemberment. Please tell me, I'm quite curious to know.

Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I did get one present, from a old friend of mine in Nagoya. Her name is… (get this) Ai. (Talk about a total shock for me.) She was an exchange student from Japan during my senior year at high school & she has a good humor & personality. (Except for sometimes, she would throw a plastic poke ball at my face during English class. XP) Anyways, she got me a Mew plushie: so small & very super kawaii! But here's the odd part: I got her a Mewtwo plushie. Weird, huh? My profile page has the pic of my Mew plushie, as well as "The Birth of Mewtwo" Radio drama CD. XD

Reviews, oh how thy had miss thee.

WiseAbsol
2005-12-25
ch 12, reply

Hello Miyuutsuu. I'm glad you decided to continue this fic. My last review did not make much sense, and I can't explain to you the reason why. It's a personal matter. I was very upset at the time...

Anyway, to review these past couple of chapters. Mewtwo being a human/pokemon isn't necessarily a new idea, but one that fits his condition well, and his appearance. Also, the entire content between Daisy's and Mewtwo's little talk about his health was realistic. Now she knows...even though his aging is still unknown. Personally, I have him developed in about three years in my longer fic, then having a pretty much suspended age, like most animals for a time. Being a sort of descendant of Mew, who, unless there's human intervention, can live an indefinite amount of time, this makes sense to me. But this is yet another way to have him age. It's really open to interpretation.

And Clair...I've never really seen much of her truth be told. But it seems Mewtwo's slept with her...as it seems he has with Domino and Daisy. He seems, despite everything, to be getting around; now isn't he? I'm interested in seeing how this turns out!

And it seems that maybe, just maybe, Mewtwo is rebelling against the suicide idea. Or maybe it's inevitable.

Well, I look forward to your next chapter. See ya'!

I keep forgetting to put this up. Okay, in this story, Mewtwo does not know the recover technique. He will learn it much later. Since he is old in this fic, his mind has started to deteriorate (a big word for me), complicating his skills in judgment, memory, & emotions.

Remember: Mewtwo's speeches are in Italic font style. Thoughts & private telepathy are "(think)". Whispers are shown in this ")format(".

Taking a bite from a decent breakfast meal, Daisy relished the flavors of cooked eggs & toast. Clair just sipped on her cup of coffee. Almost near the outskirts of the city limits, the two ladies had a small chit chat. After all, since they will be going on to parts unknown, they might as well get to know each other. "Take it easy, will you? It's not a race, y'know." Chugging down some juice before choking herself from eating so much, Daisy felt compelled to know how Clair knew Mewtwo. "Can I ask you a personal question that involves Mr. touchy?" Raising an eyebrow, Clair thought about it for a moment. "Meh. Just make sure you're not gonna ask something racy." "I promise. So, what was he like back then?"

"At first, like he is right now. Mewtwo was always so serious. A lot of issues had to be hammered out before we could see eye to eye."

Staring out at the window, Clair gazed at the morning sun, slowly being shrouded by the dark clouds from the west.

"How so?" Daisy wasn't sure what she meant by that.

"Well…" Taking another sip of her coffee, Clair began to tell her story.

"I first met him when he had sought refuge at a sacred cavern called the Dragon's den. There was a conflict, then a compromise. & well…" "What?"

"We reached an outrageous agreement: I needed an assistant: not for gym battle. Menial stuff, filing paper work and such. He wanted privacy & a place to train. It went quite rocky the first three weeks. But eventually, it all went well." Daisy scoffed when she heard that last word, but Clair added, "So, you don't believe me eh? You won't believe me when I say this, but listen to this," Moving herself closer, Clair gave Daisy the biggest news. ")He's quite the good kisser. He keeps denying it but…he has a nimble cat like tongue that can some very naughty stuff.("

"Ohhh…WHAT? Him, a good kisser? Wh- you mean you mean you? And, HIM?" Putting her hand over the loud redhead, she shushed her from making a scene. ")Keep your voice down!("

"Now I have to know. Tell me, tell me, tell me! Even though I won't have a good amount of sleep, this is too good to pass up."

"Give word about this & I'll see to it that you'll never speak again. Got it? (O-kay.) Good. It happened one day at a nearby lake. It was a summer afternoon. I felt stressed from the usual trainers battles I had to go along with. Being a gym leader might sound great, but it's a bitch! Too much stress & rigorous training. Anyways, I took the day off, and my amusement, I dragged his purple carcass with me. Long story short: we were both alone, no one around, & well…a kiss."

"That's it?"

"The first kiss lasted about three seconds, but the next kiss took ten minutes."

")What?("

"I don't know if it was the longing for another, the summer heat, or if his soft lips…oops! Too much info there. Well, after that, we kinda... Clicked."

Getting a mental picture, Daisy almost spat out bits of scrambled eggs from her mouth. "Ewww. That's just wrong! He may be-" her speech was interrupted by the look on Clair's face, when she heard that last part. "Wait….What was that last part again?" "Uh oh. I guess he didn't mention that to you? (He's gonna be pissed.)" Curious, she made her "No. Spill it, what do you know? If you don't, expect to pay your own tab." "Meanie. Fine, fine. This is all that I know of, if could remember it right…it's…none of your business. Nye—oow!" A simple tug on the tongue shut Daisy's glee. "Next time: it's your eyes."

"(oh, he's gonna be pissed.) I give, I give."

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As the two ladies made their way to the rendezvous point, which was actually two miles away from the city limits, they were halted by a familiar voice. "By the trees, 2 o' clock in front of you."

Puzzled, Daisy looked behind, not knowing what he had meant. Clair tapped the confused red haired kunoichi on her head & pointed out to her where Mewtwo had descended down. "Over there."

Daisy scratches her hair. "Oh...oops."

Seeing the clone approaching, Clair walked up to him nonchalantly & yet again, smacks him across the face. "So when where you going to tell me about you being part human?"

"Damn it Daisy!"

"She made me! Food ain't cheap y'know."

Noticing that Clair was giving him…the look, he had to come clean.

"Look, I found out about that after I went on my own. You can't hold that against me."

Punching his shoulder, she made it simple for him to understand one key notion. "Anything else? Doing something? (Or someone?) "

"Noooo."

"So, where to now, oh mighty super clone?" Hearing Daisy giving that chime, the clone rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Listen, due to the reports from yesterday's mysterious incident, Cerulean, Vermilion, & Saffron have now begun undergoing a checkpoint process. Meaning if we go through the checkpoints, my cover is blown. Not to mention that the league reports are updated daily, and I told Misty to confirm on your victory tomorrow. We must stay incognito for a while." Daisy almost forgotten about his plan. "Further more, there is a town seventeen miles due south by south east. Anzu town. It might not be a large town, but will provide us with some much needed supplies & cover."

"And how did you managed to get all this info?" Clair rubbed his face as a sort of an apology.

"While you two were eating breakfast, I've paid a visit to our dear friend Misty, & 'thanked' her for telling Clair here, where I was. I also…borrowed some money from her."

(Basically: he asked her why she talked to Clair. In addition, got some cash as compensation.)

This was too good for Daisy to pass it up. "You had to ask someone for a loan? That is so funny. 'I need to borrow some-OWW!" Mewtwo smacked her on the back with his tail to shut her up. "Enough child play, it's time that we get moving."

"Jeez! Try to have a sense of humor, dull boy."

The hours had gone by, they were almost halfway to their destination. What better timing to be annoyed, when Daisy complained. "This sucks, it's just like two days ago. I'm bored as ever. Plus, I need to get back into the heat of the battle."

This was the perfect chance for Clair to see how well Daisy's skills as a trainer would fair. After all, she managed to capture Mewtwo in a regular poke ball. "How about a sparring match against me, I need to blow off some steam." But Mewtwo interjected. "I suggest that you two take on the two trainers heading our way." As far as sight goes, Mewtwo could see much farther than the two. "Daisy might not be in your league, Clair. However, give her some time. Money is priority one & fighting experience is needed. Now, since you know the drill, I must take my leave & hide amongst the trees."

"Jerk off!" Stomping on the floor, the kunoichi stuck her tongue out at Mewtwo, as he made his way to some trees for hiding.

"Not listening!"

A/N: I got lazy now on the battle scenes here, so I just got desperate & let Mewtwo take on the initiative on summarizing the double battle. I.E: announcerDon't worry, it's just a one time thing

Now amongst in the trees, Mewtwo kept his eyes on what was about to go down. In his head, he narrated in utter simplicity. "(it's always the usual 'hi, I'm blah blah & you are?' introduction. Then they all will exchange names & and see if one of the other is a competent trainer. Then the mediocre throwing the gauntlet for a battle. It never seems to change…)" Shutting up for a moment, he managed to hear the typical battle cries from each trainer.

"Heidnreich, it's time to raise some hell!"

"Dragonite. Go!"

"Magneton go!"

"Starmie, you're up."

"(Hmmm, a double battle. …I wonder if Daisy is ready for this. Oh look: Those two other trainers are about to use a combination attack.)"

"Rain Dance. Starmie"

"Use Thunder, Magneton!"

The battle started, the excitement filled the air. All four battling pokemon performed their best.

"Thunder wave on Magneton, Dragonite!"

"Thunderbolt Starmie."

Each attack had paralyzed their foes: leaving them at a advantage in the battle.

"(Double paralysis…interesting…And quite a surprise for me. Daisy now knows how to exploit the weaknesses on Starmie…)" Scratching his eye, Mewtwo felt the scab wound on his upper eyelid. Ignoring the battle for a second, he traced the scar line. "(This is not right, this wound should have been healed right…") As the battle progressed on, each moment became more intense. No one were ready to back away & submit.

"Magneton,"

"Starmie,"

"HYPER BEAM ATTACK!"

Turning back to view the ongoing action, Mewtwo felt that it was going nowhere. "(Hmm. Simultaneous Hyper Beams. A last resort effort for those who will fall. …what is Clair saying to Daisy?)"

There was a brief commotion between the two gals. Before he knew it he heard the two shouted, & got his answer.

"Horn Drill attack!"

"(And both made their marks onto their opponents. Here it comes…)"

"Magneton, NO!"

"Starmie!"

"(…The agony of defeat on their faces. It never seems to lose it's amusement for me.)"

The minutes had past, the two unknown trainers who'd lost, already paid up & left. Hopping down from the tree braches, he made his way to congratulate the winners. Unfortunately, he was met with a hug to the waist by an excited Daisy. "Hey, Mewtwo. Did you see how much have I improve?"

"You know, you're an oddball. Though you got lucky over that victory. You still got a long way to go on your skill as a trainer."

"I'm just complex as he stated. But yeah, I do need some more training."

Trickles of rain had begun to start falling from the heavens above. "Crap. I hate the rain." Daisy wiped off some rain water from her nose. Clair shook her hair, the band that held her trademark ponytail hair flew off: hitting Mewtwo in the back of his head. "I take it that none of you want to be out when the heavy rain begins. C'mon, the sooner you get the move on, the sooner we can get shelter."

Reaching Anzu town, it was all but short, dry & pleasant.

"This Is Anzu town. Notice that it is a quant & simple town. The pokemon center here is not far. I'll have to go in with you.,. even though I won't like it…"

Indeed, he did not like it at all, getting some unwanted attention from the few residents. Once inside, he let his guard down for the moment.

"What's next, O wise one?" an irritated Daisy cracked. She was met with by his cloak to her face. "Bastard." Behind her back, Clair who had already changed her clothes, (still the same jacket and boots, but with a red sweater underneath & bluish gray jeans.) noted to Mewtwo in her mind about taking a few drinks. He nodded in compliance. Now all that she had to do was to keep Daisy out of their hairs for a while.

"I think you should stay here. I need to talk to Mewtwo, privately." Needless to say, Daisy protested to Clair's decision. "Hey, I can do whatever I want." Now, it was Mewtwo's turn to take her down. "You leave me no choice. Sleep." With the simplest action, Mewtwo used his psychokinetic powers to render her unconscious. Before her body had hit the floor, the clone managed to grab her in time. "There, now she won't be a nuisance for a while. She's still just a kid." Placing the unconscious girl down on her bed, he went & wrapped himself again with his cloak. Reaching to her back, Clair brought an unusual poke ball. Mewtwo looked at her with caution. "What are you doing?" "Just taking precaution steps. Latias, come on out."

Appearing out, the red and white eon pokemon, Latias is greeted by her master. "How did you get Latias?" Giving a playful punch to his shoulder, Clair tossed the poke ball to him. "Don't you recognize your own poke ball?" Indeed. It was his poke ball, the same one from New Island. He had destroyed all but three. And one of the three was for her. "It has been a while since I've seen this. Makes me curious as to what your team roster is currently composed of." "Later. Latias, I want you to keep an eye on this girl here for a while. Oh, by the way. Latias, this is Mewtwo. Don't worry, he's just a grump." All that Mewtwo did was nod. "Likewise…just put away your two gun & let's go now."

"Jerk. Fine, have it your way."

The heavy downpour just kept on falling. Making their way out of the Pokemon Center, the cyan haired gym leader nudged on him. "You're bold as ever: walking around the streets."

"It's raining and dark: nobody likes to be wet. What better way to move about without the hassles. Anyways, the pub is right over there."

"Good. I feel like wetting my whistle. That, & the facts that needs to be discussed. "

"I agree."

Inside the Grovyle pub, both Clair & Mewtwo needed to talk. If there was one way to get some issues out, alcohol will do just that. For Mewtwo's relief, there were not many people inside. Maybe the heavy drinkers, but they're usually too loaded to comprehend reality for the time being. Being the only one that could normally talk, she made her way to bar counter & ordered two bottles of tequila and shot glasses while he gets a secluded table near the end corner of the Pub…

Back at the pokemon center, Clair's Latias took watch at the sleeping kunoichi. Bored out of her mind, the eon dragon decided to have some fun. In one moment, a bright light draped her body. The next, she had transformed herself into a doppelganger of Daisy. Amused, Latias scanned at her illusion self.

(Okay…awkward. Let's go back to bar- I mean pub.)

Though not a big pub, more people started to enter & wanted to relieve themselves from the grindings of work. Still at the edge of the corner, two had been reminiscing about the good ole days for hours. Then it all boiled down to the shooting incident.

Mewtwo had a question that he needed to get off his mind.

"(Can I ask you something?)"

")Sure, go ahead.("

Flipping his shot glass down onto the table, he muttered, "(Was I a mistake back then, to you?)"

")What?("

"(Listen…if you want me to forgive you,… it's not necessary. Hell, being shot at is not something new to me. But the reason why I left…how could I put it…") There was a brief pause.

")Say it.("

Getting the nerves to say what he had wanted to say, he finally opened up & told her one half of the truth. He never did wanted to tell her about his health status. If he did, who knows what she might do. "(The differences. You're perfect, I'm not. You are as beautiful as well as strong & compassionate. I'm nothing more than a lost cause in this life. I felt that I was denying you of your desires for true love. In my eyes, you are a goddess. As to I: a freak, too disfigured to be look at. Maybe I needed an excuse to leave. That night that you shot me, it gave me the opportunity.)"

Taking a swig to further help him to talk, Clair sensed his distraught. Hidden tears formed inside his cloak, his voice, slightly cracked in sorrow.

"(All my life, I have made mistakes, mistakes in which resulted in eternal anguish. That is what I am; a mistake. In all, to tell you the truth: I hate myself. I hate being me. I hate the way I look, the way I cannot talk, how I am the only one of my kind. I hate the way that I have to hide myself from the world. I am a genetic Frankenstein! Don't you see? I'm not worth it, to be cared…loved….)" This was the side in which Clair knew once: his vulnerable self. Maybe it was the effects of the vast amounts of alcohol he drank. Or possibly it was something he had not had the strength to tell how he truly feels. Nevertheless, he now had gotten a part of his mind over him. Nearing towards unconsciousness, he awaits for her answer.

Clair smacks him across his hidden face. That got his attention, so much as the blow brought him out from drifting into a unnecessary slumber. ")Don't you dare say something so trivial & selfish. You are not some damn foolish martyr, trying to make amends before doing the most ignorant thing ever! Don't throw something away that meant something real to me! True, that there were times that I thought that I can do better. But, every time that you had stood by me through thick and thin, It felt right. You were there, for me. I realized that,(" Pulling his head down, she wanted to see his eyes & tell him, when she gave him the most. "I had you…that is all that I wanted in my life: You. To this point & the next:… I love you..."Even after six years of absence, she still loved him. Even if they were two different beings, it did not matter to her. Mewtwo could not understand why, but her statement felt so heart soothing. There had to be something to make it up to her. Even if it took an eternity, he will do it. "Clair,…"

"Yes?"

Chugging down one big portion of the tequila bottle, he felt compelled to say something that he would never get the chance.

"I'm….(I can't believe what I'm gonna say. But…here goes nothing.) I'm not sure what the future might hold… for us.,. but if somehow…if we could…" Before the moment of truth had arrived, one the drunks at the bar counter had gotten the audacity to get off on his barstool & make his way to hit on Clair.

"Hey there foxy mama. How 'bout some lovin' from a man untamed?" If it weren't for the interruption, who knows what Mewtwo would have said. The stench of grime, vomit & third rated cologne had the weird effects to slightly sober up the Blackthorn gym leader. "Yeah, no deodorant could tame you. Piss off, bum." Mewtwo couldn't help but give a small telepathic chuckle. Insulted, the tanked bum still tried to hit on her. Then he notices Mewtwo's presence. "Who's dis, your boyfriend? Take a hike, druid boy. Unless your woman here is the pitcher here." Giving the bum a stern look, she got up & shoved him. "Listen up, you stupid dumb fuck idiot, I'm not in the mood to put up with this bullshit. And why the fuck do you smell like what shit would throw up? Why don't you just go back to your little corner. And while you are at it Do everyone a favor & take a flea dip &-" (SLAP) She felt the harsh slap across her face from his shaken wrist. "Bitch! That's what you a-"

He did not had the quick reflections to notice Mewtwo's punch. Right in the mouth, he clocked him back, all the way to the other side of the pub, the drunkard was out like a light. If there was one thing that Mewtwo could not tolerate, it would be that. Other people saw this as an official start to a bar fight. Beer bottles were broken, blood were being spilled. Not one to let something go, Clair joined in on the fight, wailing on the one particular alcoholic. Mewtwo, having to start regaining back some of his senses, took one last shot drink, and tried to get Clair out of the place before the authorities arrived.

"So much for a nice time…at least I got some things out of the open to Clair…"

Making it out of the bar, Mewtwo carried Clair on his back. Though the bar fight was short, it was brutal nonetheless. Even the bartender had some action. Almost everyone received bruise marks & cuts. Clair, who had now past out asleep: managed to only to receive a bruise from the unconscious drunk who had slapped her. All that the clone had was a small headache.

"You still have that temper. Hmph... even I had missed that about you." Sleeping away, she did not hear his words. But in a sense, she wrapped her arms his shoulder & sighed in contempt. It was around 11 in the night, no rain in sight. "(When you wake up, …, I want to do whatever it takes to work this out. I want us to have a second chance, because,)" Looking up at the moon shimmering bright, his mind felt at true ease. "(I still love you.)"

Arriving back into the center without any hassles, the clone carefully put Clair next to Daisy. Gazing at her sleeping form, a bit of his past, one in which involved her in this similar situation, had strolled in is head. "(What the…? I don't need to remember that…maybe some other time." To the corner of his eye, he spotted Latias, also asleep. Going for the poke ball, he recalled back the eon pokemon."Your trainer is tired. So I'll have to put you back."

Relieved that the day was over, Mewtwo parked himself onto an empty chair. "A little rest. That's all I need. Hope I'll (yawn) won't have any dreams or night terrors. But since I drank more booze than I had ever have, maybe I'll get off without any hitches. Tomorrow…will be here. For all of us…"

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(Mewtwo's Point of View)

A moment to rest my eyes. The next thing I know: back into the dark voids of the abyss. But I felt something was awry. The space time continuum rematerialized into a killing field. Thousands of corpses littered the area. Many could not be identified, due the facts that many were gutted too far being recognized. I felt the grasps of nostalgia, pulling me in. The air seems to formulate the foul stench of the decayed. I wonder, what is the meaning for this? It didn't take long to find out the facts about this, when I saw one particular decapitated body. It was a rocket elite's body. Hovering above the body, it dawned to me: besides the headless body was yet, another, but the head is still intact. Descending down, I needed to know. Pushing aside the rotting remains away, I made my way to know. Reaching for the blood soaked face, I was shocked to know the identity: Silver. Now it was making sense, this is not just a mass grave. No, it was my personal grave field, and the occupants that inhabit here, are all those that I…I….

They are all the people & pokemon that I had killed in my life Most were from my year in Team Rocket. The rest were casualties from New Island & the Secret wars. All of this: done by my own doing.

I do not know if this is the work of the alcohol drinks, or the events that had occurred in the last two days. But it all seems to make some sense or not. Could this be a part of my purpose, to commit murder? Too inflict death & destruction? To purge the world that I had once planned in my youthful years in my life?

No… it can not be. I want something more meaningful than that. Then why am I seeing this? "What does it all mean?"

I could not take it. I was disgusted. I closed my eyes to avoid staring into the vast fields of lifeless vessels. But to my dismay, I could hear the wretched wails of the deceased, returning from the nether regions. To torment me, to drive me insane.

Murderer.

Freak!

Animal!

Psychoholic!

Baby killer!

That last statement… it is true. One of my dark forbidden secrets. One that will never go away…

To be responsible for extinguishing innocent lives…soo many deaths.

I have killer many children. I can no longer see the look on a living child's face. It's too painful for me, from what I have done in my past. A real life boogieman, out to take away cherished children from their families. Families that I never had and never will. In my short year working under that merciless monster…Giovanni, I was sent out with Agent 009 to take out any future threats that impose the secrets of Team Rockets. Towns who would not aid our members, political figures, random people as warning to all, trainers & their weak pokemon. Even EX-members and their families were no exception. The haunting scenes of life taken away with the mere flick of my powers could drive any normal humans mad with insanity. Their perspectives in the values of a living being would shatter in a sea of sorrow and turmoil.

To add more inflictions into my soul, I had once been ordered to level a children's hospital, filled with the weak & helpless. Some belong to important people, the others: they were at the wrong place at the wrong time. At one point: I relished in the unforgiving murders that I had committed, assuring myself that I was above all. There were only two members or shall I say, the only two surviving ex-members that knew how to endure such mental instability. I am one of the two who still lives.

The other survivor is Domino.

Only Domino & I were able to repress any signs of emotion. The one key difference between us, aside the facts that she can blend in with the population…

I seek a purpose with redemption. She seeks revenge. Revenge that was her own doing. Yet, whenever there had been rare opportunities to kill me, she always hesitates & changes her mind. The old me would have delved into her mind & extract the info. But I no longer seem to use that ability an more. It only works to those that have weak wills. Hers is much stronger.

I sicken myself. Up to the point of vomiting blood. More voices had come to propel me. Is this what I deserve? I will not deny it…yes. I deserve it.

Killer!

You created more abominations!

You are nothing more than to be a killer!

Genetic Bastard!

You've sinned against nature!

You were created. You are not real.

Killer!

Fighting back, I tried to run away, but all that it done was further increase the voices. I heard one voice that horrified me to the fullest extent.

"Why did you kill them? Do you hate life so much as to inflict death to the innocent?"

"Ai?"

Hearing Ai's voice, I opened my eyes. There she was there in front of me. The look of scorn on her face, the way her voice was filled with venom.

"I did not know then...right from wrong…"

"Then why did you kill all those poor children?. I wished that you were never created! I hate you!"

She was right. Always right. I could never argue at her. She means much more than my soul. Too hear her say something that tugged my very essence: I almost willingly wanted to do that. I gave up, I closed my eyes, my body going limp. This time I did cried: I cried for being alive. Everything that has been said & been done, can never be denied. Nor can it be forgotten. My heart still felt the deadly blow from Ai's harsh treatment.

"You're no friend. Never have & never will! Why don't you do the world a favor & kill yourself."

She was right: I should have killed myself, a long time ago. If I did not know how to find a way to save my wretched worthless life, I could have done the world a favor & died unnoticed.

I…I …

I am the meaning of…

A mistake…

Bombastic psychopath

No matter what I do, say, hear…

You're a living demon!

To feel..

Unworthy shadow

It is a mistake…

Murderous freak!

Killer!

I…I…I'm sorry…

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Jolting up, he opens his eyes. A bit of tears still hung on his cheeks. "It's true. I am a murderer." He then turns his gaze at the two, sleeping inside their tents. An urge to fight back his past, he could not help but further be thrown into utter suffering. Then it dawned to his mind. "I must search for a way to soothe my soul. I must set some things right. There can not be another incident. I might not be in the right mind to be with anyone at all…after all, I am a murderous abomination. Just look what happened to me in the last two days…"

He noticed the two were close to each other, possibly for warmth. Taking slow steps, Mewtwo crept near Daisy's bag. While placing one hand into the bag, he could not help but gaze at the two.

"(Daisy, You should have let me die in my own fortress. Yet, you sparred me in your act of kindness. Though perplexed and impish, your battling skills and determination to live in such a hostile life intrigues me. For that…I have respect for you… )

Drapping himself with his cloak, he eyes Clair. Perhaps the one in his life who has loved him. A twist in fate, he still has not clearly understood why. But that is one thing that he'll never know.

(Clair…I could never have thought that you could bring out such raw emotions as love out of me. How could such beauty, would consider to still love a defect such as I am…)"

Wiping away some excess tearstains away, he brought himself out of reminiscing about the two.

"What hope is there for a mistake like myself to find peace…"

"…I guess none…but it's not too late…"

Digging through her bag, he fished out a piece of paper. Realizing that there was no writing instruments, he was left with one option: manipulating the paper's fabrics to form the exact words that he wanted to put down. "(I guess… this is it… for now.) It… has...come to…"

Moments later, the clone stopped. Finishing his letter, Mewtwo gave one last look at the two, before placing the letter on the empty chair & left. Turning the doorknob, he looked out & scanned the area for any signs of movement. Carefully closing the door & taking one final breath in: he made a mad dash through halls, past the front desk out the sliding doors & flew out to the open night skies.

High above the clouds, the distraught clone made no efforts to look back again, until he feels that he could conquer his defective soul & move on with his life…

"It's time to for me to go…but soon, I will come back & make good on my words."

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Out in the vast grassy fields of Route 11, inside her van: a weary & overtired Wakana grabs her bottle of water. "Another day gone, another attempt to find…" Her modified radar beacon started to activate, she scrambled to get a fix on the monitor.

"Motion sensors detected an ominous flying object…I don't believe it…Domino! It's HIM! It's Mewtwo!"

Meanwhile, in the lush forest near Celadon City, Domino reloaded her ammo from after another pointless & unimportant information recon search for her target (the previous data indicated that it was partially true: only the Mt. Moon area.), when she heard the news that she had hoped for over her headphone.

"Don't lie to me, you four eyed comp geek! I'll sic my pokemon at you!"

"XX No lie, this is the real deal! Coordinates indicating his current location…XX"

"What, what?" the suspense was irritating her.

"XX He's...he's heading in your direction. ETA: two minutes, Elevation; 26,023 ft & climbing! Go now! XX"

"XX Don't worry about that, I got the perfect pokemon to aide me. I'll contact you after I complete this mission. Over. XX"

Turning off the headset off, the blonde mercenary reached into her pocket. She tossed out an odd shaped poke ball, her eyes were fixed onto one of her most cherished pokemon. Appearing out from the containment device, rose none other than the legendary green dragon of Hoenn: Rayquaza. It gave an ear splitting roar, as it faced it's trainer. "It's show time…RAYQUAZA!" She then pointed her weapon up towards the sky. "Our foe is right above us, it's time to seek revenge!" Hopping onto the great beast, an anxious Domino is now taken upwards to the dark horizon.

However, she was not the only one around the area, for a giant menacing shadow was watching just from the treetops.

"So, that little lady has one half of the sky gods. Masamura's death could be postponed for a while. After all, it's so nice for people to make my goals much too easier to accomplish. HE, HE HAHAHAHAHA!"

End of Part 1.

Author's notes: I could go through some chapters, reorganize & make some improvements.

The truth is out: Mewtwo & Clair were indeed a real couple, way back in the past. Hence, I had christened this new pairing to be dubbed: Punishshipper. Okay, I suck at that part. But hey, I got that name from a lemon fanfic I had once done, based on a S&M scene. Not so heartwarming but an original, nonetheless.

(Hey! Stop throwing those fruit cakes from last Christmas, they still hurt!)

That nightmare scene has been edited. If it weren't, expect to cry from his ordeals. He has a terrible past. It makes this story more dramatic & nearly real. Some of the ideas that involve death really did happen in my life. I won't give specifics, it's not good for me to remember again…

If you asked: 'Why does Domino possess a Rayquaza?', then you'll have to wait until her story fic in March.

I got some people who wanted to know how to obtain that Mewtwo Doujinshi I have. The truth is: it's hell to even locate one here in the United States. I got mine by pure luck. If you think what I am saying is false, GO to my profile page, click the site "KOKOWA DOKOWA 2005". next: go to the Manga section & you'll be confirmed that there are indeed doujinshis of Mewtwo.

Next up: Part 3: Weak & Powerless (What will happen now?.)

I'll give you 1 clue: remember what has become of him in the suicidal premonition a while back? A part of that will happen.

Later,

Miyuutsuu