[Super_Fjord]
Is a college kid.
Well, as soon as I heard about this contest, a story idea popped into my head and I put aside my current project "Myth" to enter the contest. (I'm having trouble about mid-way into Chapter 14, deciding some stuff that is actually important, so, you know, why not write what I can write now?)
http://www.serebiiforums.com/showthread.php?t=156770 <-Contest link
PG-13 for violence.
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"The subject shows strong signs of rapid mental development, evident in the brain activity shown on chart 1-5-92," one voice said. I felt strange, groggy. Before there had been darkness, and now, light pierced through me. Still sensitive, I felt pain bombard me. "The scans show that subject M2 is basically a success," the voice continued. Who is this, I wondered. Without meaning to, I moved in some way. The blinding light was replaced with sight.
Another voice suddenly came: "Sir, brain wave activity has suddenly shifted. It appears that it is... awake."
"Awake?" the first voice asked, surprise in his voice. "You... mean it is... awake?" Utilizing my newfound ability to see, I began to absorb the information in front of me. Information poured into my mind at a rapid pace; visually I began to identify and learn. It felt good.
Suddenly something impeded my view. The creature, the human, I realized it must be, stood closely to whatever contained me. Suddenly, I found myself blanketed in darkness again; my eyes had closed. This sensation became normal to me now. In the amount of progress I'd made, I had began to understand what was happening.
"Sir, these activity scans are off the scale! Now that he's awake, he's processing the information around him at an astounding rate," the second voice said. In the darkness, my mind began to pulsate. I found myself knowing things that I had never seen.
"Telepathic and telekinetic energies are higher than anything ever measured before. Sir, we've done it! We've created the ultimate PokéMon!" Telekinetic? Telepathy? These words suddenly meant something to me. But one word dwelled on my consciousness. PokéMon. Was that what I was? A PokéMon?
This seemed strange to me. I had already learned so much in a few seconds that it did not make sense. From what I had learned, PokéMon were considered to be under humans. But I was undeniably more intelligent than these two humans, two humans considered to be great minds among all humans. I was far more powerful too, from what I understood from their thoughts and the charts they spoke of.
What keeps me, then, from being considered greater if I am?
"We've successfully cloned Mew, sir! We've made a copy of the most powerful PokéMon to ever exist! We've made a Mewtwo!"
Made? Copy? Mew? Mewtwo? I was impacted with this new sensation; feelings as I could identify them from my mind. They were manifestations of the mind that were used to react to specific stimuli. This one was called anger, I believe. This feeling circulated through me, my muscles tensed and my eyes shot back open. I stared for a long time at the scientists, anger coursing through me. Suddenly, the anger magnified and seemed to leave my body. A wave of energy left me, smashing my container. Glass cracked and liquid began to squirt. A shrill alarm went off.
"What the hell...?"
"Sir, we have a containment error! Breach in M2's cylindrical observation unit!"
"What do you mean? It's breaking out?"
"Look at the screen, sir!"
I looked through the eyes of the scientists, realizing now just how to control and manipulate my powers. I had only awoken minutes ago, but at the rate my mind sped through information, it was all I needed to know what I had learned. I was more powerful than any other creature on this world, and I had the control to use these powers.
The screen appeared a dark, off-black color with sickly green text running on it. In bold red, flashing letters, though said: containment.error//. I realized that the damage to the exterior tank was severe enough to set off alarms... which must have meant that I could escape from this place and let loose my wrath. And at that moment, I decided that I would do just that.
Once again, except controlling it, I released a surge of energy. The energy level was amazingly high, but it was only a miniscule portion of my power. I knew this was true because I could see it in my mind. I may be a copy, I thought, but Mew is not the most powerful PokéMon. I am.
"Sir! It's broken free from the tank!"
I stood now, no longer cramped in my container. I was much larger than the scientists, and despite never being out in this world before, obviously much tougher physically. They would stand no chance against me even if I had no psychic power. Unfortunately for my creators, as they believed themselves to be, I had both physical and mental strength. Enough to destroy this whole damned place.
I am Mewtwo, my thoughts echoed for the scientists to hear, I am greater than any PokéMon before me, including this Mew you claim I am a copy of. I moved closer to the two men, who were too frightened to move. You claim to have created me. Now I shall destroy you.
Moving with all the speed I had, I thrust myself forward, grabbing the head of the assistant in my hand and pinning the human against the wall next to where he sat. From the impact, I could tell he was dying. His eyes clouded up hazily, red staining the tender whites. His brain had been crushed against his skull. Whatever consciousness once possessed was gone, only the base functions of breathing basically working. I watched at he squirmed slightly, his body suddenly quitting. A wretched smell filled the air as the body disposed of waste inside of it. I removed my hand and let him fall. The other scientist stood stunned.
You're next.
The scientist began to run, but I merely felt a new emotion; satisfaction. This man's fear, his overwhelming drive to survive, provided a rush of satisfaction and desire that I had never experienced before. And I gave in to my baser instincts to give chase.
"Mewtwo has escaped! Everyone get out of the lab! Hurry!" He was shouting now, to the scientists in the laboratory. As I floated down the hallways, comfortably listening and watching as hell unfolded before me, I took careful attention in clearing my way.
Whoever I saw, died. Two women in an office didn't even have the chance to scream as I crushed their rub cages with my powerful psychic attacks. They lay on the floor clawing at their throats, cutting into the flesh and freeing more blood as they slowly and agonizingly fell victim to blood loss. Another man's head imploded as he turned to look at me. I found during this experience that I could form a shield of psychic energy. This saved me the trouble of cleaning myself.
As I went further down, I also began to destroy equipment. Detonations rang around me, and screams from within the fires took care of whoever may have escaped me the first time through the halls. There was still the head scientist to find, however. The one who was in the containment center. I felt that it was only appropriate that I destroy everything around him before actually killing him.
I walked through the ruins now. Almost the entire building had burned through, and whoever was still alive I quickly extinguished, in a metaphorical sense of course.
When I finally did come to the last room remaining, I knew the head scientist was inside. He was sobbing, actually. His desk had been badly damaged by collapsing roof, and he sat underneath it in the leg space. I knew this because his legs stuck out to the side as if he were laying down, a chair knocked over next to him. I came around to face him... and what I saw actually caused me to hesitate.
The man held a gun to his head, an object I could only identify due to the actual thoughts of the human. He kept it in his drawer. In his other hand he held a picture of a small, female girl. The name Karen came to my mind. Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed with a new 'feeling'. One that humans called regret, empathy. I can honestly say I hated it. I looked down at the human with disgust. This is all your fault, I said.
"I know." And the gun discharged. I didn't have time to put my shield up, but I did have time to close my eyes. I wasn't sure I wanted to open them again. I wasn't sure I wanted to exist anymore.
Not that I ever had a choice in the matter.
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-Thanks for reading.
http://www.serebiiforums.com/showthread.php?t=156770 <-Contest link
PG-13 for violence.
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.error//
To exist. What does that mean? Does it mean to have physical form? To think? To dream? Does existence mean that one must be acknowledged and known? I think, therefore I am. But do I exist? And if so, how did I come to exist? When did existence begin? Where did existence begin? Most importantly, why do I exist if I exist at all? These questions have plagued me since the day I was 'born' into this world. Since the day I became the judge of existence.
And with this, I wipe the blood from my hands.
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"The subject shows strong signs of rapid mental development, evident in the brain activity shown on chart 1-5-92," one voice said. I felt strange, groggy. Before there had been darkness, and now, light pierced through me. Still sensitive, I felt pain bombard me. "The scans show that subject M2 is basically a success," the voice continued. Who is this, I wondered. Without meaning to, I moved in some way. The blinding light was replaced with sight.
Another voice suddenly came: "Sir, brain wave activity has suddenly shifted. It appears that it is... awake."
"Awake?" the first voice asked, surprise in his voice. "You... mean it is... awake?" Utilizing my newfound ability to see, I began to absorb the information in front of me. Information poured into my mind at a rapid pace; visually I began to identify and learn. It felt good.
Suddenly something impeded my view. The creature, the human, I realized it must be, stood closely to whatever contained me. Suddenly, I found myself blanketed in darkness again; my eyes had closed. This sensation became normal to me now. In the amount of progress I'd made, I had began to understand what was happening.
"Sir, these activity scans are off the scale! Now that he's awake, he's processing the information around him at an astounding rate," the second voice said. In the darkness, my mind began to pulsate. I found myself knowing things that I had never seen.
"Telepathic and telekinetic energies are higher than anything ever measured before. Sir, we've done it! We've created the ultimate PokéMon!" Telekinetic? Telepathy? These words suddenly meant something to me. But one word dwelled on my consciousness. PokéMon. Was that what I was? A PokéMon?
This seemed strange to me. I had already learned so much in a few seconds that it did not make sense. From what I had learned, PokéMon were considered to be under humans. But I was undeniably more intelligent than these two humans, two humans considered to be great minds among all humans. I was far more powerful too, from what I understood from their thoughts and the charts they spoke of.
What keeps me, then, from being considered greater if I am?
"We've successfully cloned Mew, sir! We've made a copy of the most powerful PokéMon to ever exist! We've made a Mewtwo!"
Made? Copy? Mew? Mewtwo? I was impacted with this new sensation; feelings as I could identify them from my mind. They were manifestations of the mind that were used to react to specific stimuli. This one was called anger, I believe. This feeling circulated through me, my muscles tensed and my eyes shot back open. I stared for a long time at the scientists, anger coursing through me. Suddenly, the anger magnified and seemed to leave my body. A wave of energy left me, smashing my container. Glass cracked and liquid began to squirt. A shrill alarm went off.
"What the hell...?"
"Sir, we have a containment error! Breach in M2's cylindrical observation unit!"
"What do you mean? It's breaking out?"
"Look at the screen, sir!"
I looked through the eyes of the scientists, realizing now just how to control and manipulate my powers. I had only awoken minutes ago, but at the rate my mind sped through information, it was all I needed to know what I had learned. I was more powerful than any other creature on this world, and I had the control to use these powers.
The screen appeared a dark, off-black color with sickly green text running on it. In bold red, flashing letters, though said: containment.error//. I realized that the damage to the exterior tank was severe enough to set off alarms... which must have meant that I could escape from this place and let loose my wrath. And at that moment, I decided that I would do just that.
Once again, except controlling it, I released a surge of energy. The energy level was amazingly high, but it was only a miniscule portion of my power. I knew this was true because I could see it in my mind. I may be a copy, I thought, but Mew is not the most powerful PokéMon. I am.
"Sir! It's broken free from the tank!"
I stood now, no longer cramped in my container. I was much larger than the scientists, and despite never being out in this world before, obviously much tougher physically. They would stand no chance against me even if I had no psychic power. Unfortunately for my creators, as they believed themselves to be, I had both physical and mental strength. Enough to destroy this whole damned place.
I am Mewtwo, my thoughts echoed for the scientists to hear, I am greater than any PokéMon before me, including this Mew you claim I am a copy of. I moved closer to the two men, who were too frightened to move. You claim to have created me. Now I shall destroy you.
Moving with all the speed I had, I thrust myself forward, grabbing the head of the assistant in my hand and pinning the human against the wall next to where he sat. From the impact, I could tell he was dying. His eyes clouded up hazily, red staining the tender whites. His brain had been crushed against his skull. Whatever consciousness once possessed was gone, only the base functions of breathing basically working. I watched at he squirmed slightly, his body suddenly quitting. A wretched smell filled the air as the body disposed of waste inside of it. I removed my hand and let him fall. The other scientist stood stunned.
You're next.
The scientist began to run, but I merely felt a new emotion; satisfaction. This man's fear, his overwhelming drive to survive, provided a rush of satisfaction and desire that I had never experienced before. And I gave in to my baser instincts to give chase.
"Mewtwo has escaped! Everyone get out of the lab! Hurry!" He was shouting now, to the scientists in the laboratory. As I floated down the hallways, comfortably listening and watching as hell unfolded before me, I took careful attention in clearing my way.
Whoever I saw, died. Two women in an office didn't even have the chance to scream as I crushed their rub cages with my powerful psychic attacks. They lay on the floor clawing at their throats, cutting into the flesh and freeing more blood as they slowly and agonizingly fell victim to blood loss. Another man's head imploded as he turned to look at me. I found during this experience that I could form a shield of psychic energy. This saved me the trouble of cleaning myself.
As I went further down, I also began to destroy equipment. Detonations rang around me, and screams from within the fires took care of whoever may have escaped me the first time through the halls. There was still the head scientist to find, however. The one who was in the containment center. I felt that it was only appropriate that I destroy everything around him before actually killing him.
I walked through the ruins now. Almost the entire building had burned through, and whoever was still alive I quickly extinguished, in a metaphorical sense of course.
When I finally did come to the last room remaining, I knew the head scientist was inside. He was sobbing, actually. His desk had been badly damaged by collapsing roof, and he sat underneath it in the leg space. I knew this because his legs stuck out to the side as if he were laying down, a chair knocked over next to him. I came around to face him... and what I saw actually caused me to hesitate.
The man held a gun to his head, an object I could only identify due to the actual thoughts of the human. He kept it in his drawer. In his other hand he held a picture of a small, female girl. The name Karen came to my mind. Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed with a new 'feeling'. One that humans called regret, empathy. I can honestly say I hated it. I looked down at the human with disgust. This is all your fault, I said.
"I know." And the gun discharged. I didn't have time to put my shield up, but I did have time to close my eyes. I wasn't sure I wanted to open them again. I wasn't sure I wanted to exist anymore.
Not that I ever had a choice in the matter.
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-Thanks for reading.
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