Now we begin to see the Aftermath of the battle. The tired and wounded leave the warehouse, leaving Flame to confront both an old friend and a new foe. Mew tries to explain all, before getting shot from behind. Will the power of the pink cat be enough to survive a devestating onslaught? I dunno, I haven't thought that far ahead yet.

Comments are still wanted, as usual.

Episode Ninety-Three: Battle of the Mews

The dust settled and we finally were able to breath a sigh of relief, we had won. My armour was dented and scratched all over but I was fine, Alpha had gotted a small gash on his side from a piece of debis. Cubone, the lucky sod, got away without a single scratch.

Moron had ran over to Squirt, who was still unconsious. Scyther had woken up and was pulling himself up, a little shakey. Scout landed beside me, folding his wings up beside him.

"I'm going to spend all day trying to get that blood out of my feathers," he sighed, "well, at least you're back to normal."

"Yeah," I muttered, watching Moron carry Squirt away, "and nearly losing everyone their lives in the process."

Scout looked at me before hopping away, calling over his shoulder as he went, "don't worry about it. We survived, that is all that matters."

"He is right," Alpha said as he and Cubone followed, walking strait past me, "we live to fight another day."

I was about too follow when I felt as though I was being watched. I turned back and there she was, Scarlet, standing in the broken window to Ethan's office. I was expecting to get a Dragonbreath to the face, but all she did was smile and wave before vanishing. Which scared me more than being attacked would have done.

"What was that about?" Came Scyther's question, nearly making me jump out of my scales. He had been snuck up behind me while I was distracted.

"Who knows?" I replied, when my heart had slowed to a normal speed, "I might just find out when we meet again."

"Scyther would give you some friendly advice. But last time Scyther did that, Flame punched Scyther in the face," Scyther chuckled as he walked away.

"Could you at least be a little angry at me?" I called after him, everyone's dismissal of my going crazy was creeping me out more than the fact that I had gone crazy to begin with.

"Who knows?" Scyther called back as he stepped out through the exit, "Flame better pack his things and meet everyone back at the Pokémon Center."

I stood there for several seconds, trying to figure out what he meant.

"What things?" I asked, nearly heaving another heart attack when I got a reply.

"He meant your armour and whatnot. Hell, nick the bedsheets too. You never know when they can come in handy."

I spun round to come face to face with Mew, who had decided to reappear.

"Would people stop doing that?" I yelled, causing him to float back a little.

"No need to shout," he said when I had finished, "we do it because it's fun, I guess."

We stood there, me on the ground while he stood on thin air, for several seconds. Mew scratched his ear before continuing, "anyway, nice job on the Dragonite."

"It was you who told me to look for the Pokéball," I replied, "so much for not interfering."

"Hey," Mew said defencively, "I cannot directly interfere, there is no rule that says I can't point you in the right direction."

I was confused now, "what rules?"

Mew laughed before explaining, "there are laws about everything in existance, to prevent chaos. Gravity, the tides, even the scales that make you are there thanks to one rule or another. There are certain beings who have special limits placed upon their power to prevent chaos, I am one of them. Without those rules, I would easily be able to change this world however I wanted. Same with the other two Mystic Pokémon, Celebi and Jirachi. I could go into theirs in details, but you will probably never meet them. Unless you live for another two-hundred years."

Mew suddenly screamed out and collapsed, his levitation vanishing, to the ground. Small puffs of smoke rose from the fur on his back. I heard a strange noise coming from the door that led to the Rocket's cafeteria and looked up.

"Holy crap," was all I could say as a second Mew floated fowards.

Or, at least, it looked like Mew. A strange blue glow seemed to come from the bottom of its feet, which was what allowed it to float in the air. Plus it had red eyes. No pupil or whites, just pure red. And they seemed to glow. That was no ordinary Mew.

"Commencing capture of Mew," the strange newcomer said in a emotionless manner. It seemed to completely ignore me, watching Mew with those cold hard eyes. It raised its paw and a red beam fired out, strait at Mew.

Now there was no way in hell that I was going to allow that thing to just blast its way in, shoot Mew and then capture him. No matter how confusing the whole thing was. So I stepped over the falled Mew and took the beam, my chest plate reflecting the beam away from the Legendary.

"None shall interrupt," the strange Mew said in the same tone and volume as before, before pointing its tail at me. What happened next, I never would have seen coming. The tip of the tail opened out and revealed a metal frame underneath.

"What the hell are you?" I asked, getting no answer. There was a small hole running along the center of the frame and it was pointed at me.

"Commencing termination of Charmander."

A flash came from the tail's tip and, out of no where, a dart hovered before me before dropping too the ground.

"Leave Flame out of this!" Mew muttered as he got back up, glancing at me, "that was a poisoned dart, would have killed you if I hadn't stopped it."

"Thanks, I think," I managed to say, trying to figure out what was going on.

"I hate androids," Mew muttered, glaring at the other, "especially when I have to beat the crap out of something that looks like me."

"Mew's goal of defeating me is impossible," the RoboMew, and I was call it from now on, said, "I am superior to Mew in every way."

"I can agree with that," Mew smirked, "you lot are much better at dying!"

Now I knew that I didn't want to get involved in that duel, so I tactfully ran to the sidelines and hoped that the explosions would wait for me to get out of the way. I needed twenty paces to reach safety. I made sixteen. I slid the rest of the way on my chest plate, knocked off of my feet by a massive shockwave.

When I finally came to a halt, via hitting a rock, I got up and proceeded to dust myself off. Then I had a look back at the battlezone. Both Mews had been blown backwards to opposite ends of the warehouse, hovering in midair and staring the other down.

I could tell which Mew was which. Mainly because RoboMew seemed to have lost a fair bit of fur in the explosion and revealing armour underneath, not that different from my own. Also, Mew was breathing heavily, while RoboMew just floated there.

"Damn, this bastard is better than the other ones," I heard Mew mutter as he wiped his forehead with the back of his paw.

"I am Mew: Version Two," RoboMew replied, "the others you faced were just prototypes."

"Still haven't fixed that superiorty glitch though," Mew countered, "you seem to think that you are better than everyone else, including me! Which is complete bull, of course."

RoboMew's shoulder plating moved away and two black tubes came out of their hiding places. Out of the chest plating, four red tubes appeared and these didn't have holes in the end. They had a pointy dome on their front and what looked like fins on their sides.

"When the hell did you get missiles?" Mew asked, gawping at the steel replica of himself.

"Thirty minutes ago," RoboMew replied before opening fire with everything.

The black tube's ends where disguised by repeated flashes as they unloaded their contents towards Mew. Mew used a pink barrier to prevent himself being harmed, but was unable to counterattack though the sheer amount of firepower directed against him. Then, two of the missiles detached themselves and arced towards him.