All of Giovanni's dreams came true. He had taken this world as his own and accomplished his
lifelong mission of order and total rule… that is until he found himself being confronted by his old
enemies. From the latest, to the earliest who haunts his troubled childhood. He suddenly saw
himself standing among the stairs of an old, familiar building. In the blink of an eye, he became
a young boy again and began to burst into tears and fall to his knees.
He woke up sitting at his desk in his large, empty office at Team Rocket headquaters and saw
a mismagius floating idly in front of him. Giovanni growled and swiftly pulled a gun from his desk
and shot it. It fell back and hit the floor like a pile of clothing, sliding with blood in its trail.
He was filled with adrenaline, but eventually calmed down when a tech advisor walked into
his office.
"Boss…?" He said with fear in his voice.
"Yes? What is it?" Giovanni asked impatiently.
"S-sir, there are some records we found that members are confused about." He said.
"Then it doesn't concern you, forget it, and move along." Giovanni said, angry and dismissive.
"That the thing sir.." The advisor trembled, "these records imply that members at my pay grade
were all involved!"
Giovanni sighed, he was filled with confusion, but also interest so he followed the tech
advisor to the work room. It was filled with people working at desktops. The advisor loaded his
computer digging through files and opened one labeled 'Mew2', Giovanni was even more
confused, but there was a sense of familiarity with the name.
"Send it to me." He said.
At his desk, he pulled a laptop from his drawer, and read the file. A commission to Dr. Fuji, a
clone that would rival mew, how it would benefit team rocket and its escape from the New Island
Laboratory that killed every resident including the commissioned doctor. He gre more estrnages,
but it seemed familiar to the point where it sparked visions of a tall, pale pokemon with a purple
tail that wrapped from between its legs, a predator's face and round bulbous fingers. He didn't
understand what it was, but he hoped to find the answer at New Island, and so he traveled there
by his personal helicopter.
Arriving at New Island, Giovanni was surprised to see a large marble building that had
tourists coming in and out. Once the helicopter landed, two bodyguards followed him as he
walked toward the building labeled, "NEW ISLAND HURRICANE MUSEUM" and a feminine
voice reassured its name on repeat.
WELCOME TO THE NEW ISLAND HURRICANE MUSEUM!
PLEASE REMAIN QUIET WHILE INSIDE TO SHOW RESPECT.
As expected, a large crowd was built up around him, after all, he is the Absol party's nominee
for prime minister of Kanto Running against the Ninetail Party's Samuel Oak and many jumped
at the chance to see him, even major critics. Journalists interrogated him while others mocked,
but he remained focused while his bodyguards pushed the crowd away.
The museum was quiet compared to the outside that was full of chaos amidst Giovanni's
presence. Once he walked through the automatic doors, he read the engraved words on a
pedestal.
"
This museum holds remains from strange events that took place 3 years ago today. Some items
have a clear origin while others remain as unexplained discoveries.
"
As he ventured through the museum, he saw the ancient carving of mew, which gave him
those same flashbacks, forcing him to calm his head with his palm. It wasn't until he saw a
strange, familiar high tech helmet that it finally snapped. This realization angered him, he felt
like a fool.
"How could I have forgotten?" He whispered to himself.
Later that night, the envisioned pokemon, Mewtwo, found himself in a fight with a mysterious
scizor over Cerulean City. Above the tall towers they were exchanging punches, though Mewtwo
could not match his speed. He was struck from every angle, he even began to bleed from his
nose.
"Be careful old friend, psychics aren't so good against bug types!" The scizor said, tauntally.
He then went for an uppercut.
"Have we met?" Mewtwo asked.
"Let's just say we're like father and son." Announced the scizor. Mewtwo was discomforted.
"First off, I don't think we're related, and frankly, I find that thought quite strange."
The scizor pushes Mewtwo into a building and then through a road. Mewtwo retaliated by
grabbing the scizor and throwing him into a nearby fuel tank. It was cracked open and oil was
spilling out all over him. Mewtwo began preparing a shadow ball in his palms.
"Second off, you aren't so good against fire."
Mewtwo thought hard, and his rage turned into regret and shame. He disengaged his shadow
ball and offered his hand to the scizor.
"Let's talk about this, please." Mewtwo pleaded.
The scizor reluctantly agreed so they both ventured away from the city and the sirens of
service vehicles. They rested on a large mountain, where the moon and stars are clearly visible.
The scizor sat on the ledge of the mountain, while Mewtwo behind.
"Are you willing to talk now?" He said.
The scizor sighed, "I was born in unfortunate circumstances. I had no loving arms. Not even a
simple explanation for this life I was suddenly 'gifted'." He said.
It sounded familiar to Mewtwo, the guilt and shame piled. The scizor stood up to look at him.
"Then, there was you, who declared us clones and ordered us to fight for our right to exist."
"Narvus…"
"So, you do know my name. Sending me out to live a 'normal life' didn't really pan out for me
the way you might think. I can't get rid of the markings, the markings of a disgusting
abomination."
Narvus pointed to the markings on his body which Mewtwo hadn't noticed until now.
Tattoo-like dark-red patches that seemed to have spread across his body like a rash.
"I tried to join a tribe, but they saw the slightest imperfection and fazed me out. I thought
evolving would make the markings go away, but, as you can see,
it only got worse."
He said, kicking some small rocks.
Mewtwo attempted to comfort him but Narvus pushed him away and flew off into the horizon,
leaving Mewtwo alone and regretful on the mountain. He looked to a small puddle near his feat
and saw that same monster he saw in himself once.
Less than a mile away was a robotic device that functioned as a camera being controlled by a
group of thugs bearing the Team Rocket logo, their leader contacted his boss.
"We got 'em sir, sending the goods." He said.
"Brilliant! Find out where he will go next and follow him." Giovanni slammed down the
telephone and proceeded to pet his prized Persian.
"Very sloppy, Mewtwo. Very, very sloppy." He said to himself.
He looked out of his window to find his army in formation training with guns and directing
pokemon, large machinery was building weapons and vehicles, blimps were elevated into the
air. This would be the biggest Team Rocket operation ever. The one to end it all and empower
the mafia further beyond. With the election results completely in Giovanni's favor and with
Mewtwo alongside, Giovanni would officially rule Kanto and later the world.