Kutie Pie
"It is my destiny."
Severe or not, there is Mood Whiplash ahead. Not that you needed to know if you got this far.
This is “R” for a reason. Reader discretion is advised.
Enjoy!
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For the whole time they stood before it, the Veil was curiously rippling like someone was batting at it on the other side. As hypnotizing as it was, it brought some concern to Mew. "Does it always do this?"
The girl gave a slight shrug. "I'm not entirely sure. The only time I can think of when it did this was when the world ended, only more violently. Though whenever a multitude of people die, it does move a lot, if that's what you're asking about."
Her heart clenched in fear. "Y-You mean... they're dying?"
"You can say that." Amber hung her head a little. "They're losing. They haven't had time to get their strength back. Even if they were perfectly healthy, the strength of these demons is unlimited. They cannot fight them on their own."
Shaking her head, the feline grasped tightly onto her sleeve. "But Amber! They can't die! They just can't!"
"That's why I brought you back here. You have to take back your body, and you and Mewtwo have to destroy the Tree."
Her eyes slowly widened, her fingers unraveling themselves from the cloth to hover. "...I thought we're neutralizing it," she breathed out.
Amber gave a short nod. "You are, but you have to kill it when it's neutralized."
"But why?!" came the abrupt cry. "Isn't it already dying anyway?!"
The girl's head hung, a look of hurt on her face. "It's very ill, so naturally it would be," she sighed out. "If we keep it alive, it will poison the whole earth. Besides, the world doesn't need it anymore. It isn't fulfilling its original purpose now that you are no longer its guardian."
Mew quietly whimpered, looking back at the writhing Veil. She trembled from the mixture of anger and sadness shooting throughout her body, feeling the blood weakly pumping through the open wounds. Staring ahead, she choked down her sobs as her mind wandered back to her friends fighting on the other side. She could sense their distress, could even feel the flicker of souls at the edge of death. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she knew they weren't going to make it.
When the child's hand curled around her fingers, she squeezed back. Amber's voice was calm, almost dark. "Mew... I must warn you that the moment you pass through, Legion will sense you there, maybe even see you. It is a very difficult task to enter back into your body and cast him out, but I know you can do it." Releasing her paw, she gently pet her head. "You are strong enough to fight back. As long as your will overpowers his, he can never possess you again."
The petite Legendary let out another small sound of protest, hanging her head to close her eyes. She was supposed to feel comforted by her soft hand, but somehow couldn't bring herself to relax. Grasping at her arms when she shivered, she murmured without looking up, "Amber... please tell me how you died."
She gave a sad smile, pulling her hand back and gazing up at the endless curtain. Standing straight, she started off, "I was born into a good, loving family. We lived well for living out in the suburbs, what with Papa being a scientist. This meant that at most times, he was away working, so it was Mama and I for most days. But luckily, Papa had one day off a week so we could spend time together. We would go out for drives, walks in the park, the movies in town, just about whatever. We were very happy together, but Papa was more happy. I think he and Mama were ready to give me a brother or sister."
Amber giggled lightly before sighing. "One day, we had gone out driving. It was normal, and it was a sunny day. I hadn't sat by the window before this time, so I felt bigger sitting right behind Papa. I was on my knees like I usually did, watching Papa work the wheel... when all of a sudden, this large truck came for us. Papa had to turn very hard, Mama was horrified, and I barely caught myself from falling to the floor. And then the car flipped over, and we rolled into a ditch. We hadn't worn our seat belts. Mama and Papa managed to get through okay, but I was bleeding very badly. The ambulance arrived just as I passed out from laughter... talking to Papa about becoming a star..."
Mew had her full attention on her by this time, her eyes wide in silent shock. The young lass seemed to feel her stare upon noticing she had trailed off. "I had returned home for maybe no longer than an hour when Father told me He had something special for me. My parents had separated down on Earth when Papa became obsessed about bringing me back. Father was sad about it all, but He told me He was willing to give Papa a second chance. I knew Papa was working for a wicked man out of desperation, and that man wanted a very powerful Pokémon in return. I watched as Papa took a trip to the Amazon where they stayed for a good few months before they found a fossil. They studied it carefully while Papa worked in the background to make a new body of myself. This was when Father asked me to go inhabit the new body for a short while until He would call me back. So when it was ready, I went back down. Because I passed through the Veil, I had to forget about what Heaven was like, but I guess Father allowed me to keep some memories. I was also able to see spirits from time to time. But they were the bad spirits... they told everyone there bad things..."
The feline lay a hand on her shoulder when Amber started to quake. They gazed at each other for a few moments before the girl took a breath. "Sorry about that," she apologized, brushing away her bangs. "I was there in that tube for quite some time. Papa would talk to me about the current events, about his own private thoughts. He was heartbroken ever since I died and Mama left him. I had asked once where she went. He didn't really say, though he had mentioned something about her probably seeing another man. He never knew Mama killed herself. Imagine my surprise when I saw her standing and crying behind Papa when he was working. That was the only time I saw her."
Mew spotted a tear at the corner of her eye before the girl blinked it away. "Well, after a while, Papa and his group figured out about the DNA, and they created Mewtwo's body and a few other Pokémon as well." A tiny smile found its way to her lips. "I watched as their spirits descended into the bodies to give them life. I didn't know then why that was, but I do now. Father wanted Papa to learn a lesson from all this. He loved Papa very much that he was trying to humble him about life. Papa never accepted the fact I was dead, and he forgot all the things he taught me about life.
"It took a few months before Mewtwo and the others matured enough to have strong brainwaves. I decided then to contact them. They were confused, and yet curious. I had grown to love them by this time, so when I had finally talked to them and began answering their questions, I felt like a big sister to them, maybe even a mother-figure. So I taught them to count, how to spell, to memorize body parts and what they do..." She giggled. "I even went ahead to show them what the outside world looked like, like where I lived, what my Papa and his workers ate and drank, all kinds of things. We had fun together, and I was happy to see they were growing up. I had felt a strong bond toward Mewtwo the moment Papa introduced him to me, and thus I was very close to him. During the time we were together, he had this undying love for learning. He was always saying to me, 'More, Amber, more! I want to learn more!'"
The two found themselves chuckling over it. Mew grinned at imagining a young Mewtwo tugging on Amber's dress and asking many questions. "Wow, Amber, how did you manage to answer all of his questions?" she inquired. "You two were young. How did you do it?"
"I don't know myself. I suppose as a child, you just know everything." Then her face suddenly faltered, and the Legendary felt in her heart something was wrong. She was quiet for a minute, eyes glazing over in a faraway look until she gradually found her way back to reality. "And then one night... we were looking at the moon above us, just talking. Well actually, he was asking questions, and I was answering him, like always. Then he asked me 'Why are we born?', to which I told him there was a mother and a father. He wanted to know who his parents were... and I was stumped for the first time. I had almost forgotten why he was there, why I was there. When one is growing in a tank in a laboratory, you don't learn the important things in life, like what a family is, what love is, and so on. In fact, by that time, I didn't know Papa anymore. He had become so different, and was gone a lot, I nearly forgot he was even there. Even though Mewtwo was being created to be something else entirely, I made sure he was loved everyday. I made sure he laughed all the time, in the hopes he would remember it when he was out doing... whatever they were going to make him do."
Amber reached over to clasp hands with Mew. "The only answer I could come up for him was that God was his parent... and that He was mine, even though Papa was technically my father. Then I ended up telling him he was a Pokémon, and he thought I was one as well. Which is funny in a way, since the first time we met, that was the first thing I taught him. I told him Pokémon are a little stronger than humans, hinting that he was in perfect health. Did I mention that my body was weakening every day while in that tank?"
Though she shook her head, the feline murmured, "But I figured that was the case. You never did step foot outside, did you?"
The girl squeezed her paw before resuming, "It was at that moment I heard my name being called. Not physically, but in my heart. 'Amber, your work is done. It's time to come home.' And I felt my body begin to die. Mewtwo didn't know what was wrong, but I couldn't tell him I was dying. I just couldn't... so I told him to live... and that I was thankful to have been with him. Then he began to cry, not knowing why he was crying. It was then I realized something. Whether it was because of his DNA, or my doing, he was part human. Pokémon rarely cry, and when they do, it's because they hurt. However, Pokémon have feelings, they always have. It's what makes them human if only for a moment. There are those special Pokémon who are more human than we are, Mewtwo being one of them. He didn't know why I was leaving, but he understood enough that he was upset. He cried for me... screamed out my name as I ascended back into Heaven.
"I was honestly upset myself, even told off Father about it. He is very understanding, and He reminded me that I was going to die even had my body survived into adulthood. That's the curse of mortality. Mewtwo is going to live a long life, longer than most Pokémon, so he would have out-lived me anyway. But happily, I was assigned to be Mewtwo's guide, or guardian angel as you put it, and I've been watching him since."
She closed her eyes for a few moments, smiling at the memories of her friend. When she looked down at Mew, the Legendary was holding back her sobs, her tears dripping off her cheeks. Filled with sympathy, gratitude and sadness, Amber knelt down to throw her arms around her tiny companion. The feline returned the hug, burying her face into her chest to weep. They held each other for what they hoped to have been a long, peaceful time, the worries of the other side forgotten for the moment to make room for the impact of emotions. The girl calmly rubbed Mew's back, not bothering to fight back the stray tears that found their way out.
Before long, all she could hear was the hiccups stifling themselves in her dress. Laying her head between her ears, the angel whispered in a loving tone, "Mew... thank you for your tears. But please don't cry for me. I had my chance to cry, and I chose to go out with a smile. Mewtwo's tears couldn't bring me, his best friend, back to life. What chance do you have of bringing me back to life? I have been dead for hundreds of years, my mortal body is long gone. Mewtwo will not remember me. But you will." After a squeeze to her shoulder, Amber stepped back a few feet.
Mew gazed tearfully at her shining smile, feeling no desire to leave her. It tore at her heart when the girl slowly shook her head. "I cannot keep you here any longer," she sighed out. "It's not your time right now. Mewtwo is looking for you, he's in more desperate need for your help than I am. Go to him, and live. We will be here when you return."
The feline sniffled. "'We'?"
A wide grin spread on Amber's bright face, and she extended her arms out beside her. Dissolving out of the darkness came a silver film. Upon taking a closer inspection, the Legendary slowly gasped in awe, watching as personages walked into view. On one side stood a throng of people, dressed all in white robes or dresses, with loving smiles on their faces. Though she was quite sure it was because she had been in the Spirit World for so long, she felt she knew many, if not all of them. Flashing through her mind were images of them in their mortal life, from when she saw them as children, as adults, and in between. They were the few who knew of her existence, the few who kept their encounters prized in their hearts, never telling another soul about it. Many were pure in their hearts, others were courageous, while some were misguided for a time. As she cast her eyes about them, they all nodded in silent encouragement.
Placing a hand to her heart, Mew looked over to see a multitude of Pokémon standing in the same manner as the humans. And much like with them, she knew every one. Together in one place like a family were the clones, along with their originals and families. She felt joy at how they had found their happiness, their own special place on this side of the Veil. It took her a few moments before she recognized the larvae children as how they were as adults, catching the innocence in their eyes. She had to cover her mouth when she sobbed, feeling the tears once again.
Closing her eyes tightly, she took a deep breath before looking back up, and nearly gasped. Standing close by was a figure very much like herself, albeit slightly bigger. Everything was how she still remembered about her, from her posture to her eyes—she had never forgotten those eyes. She had missed the love that dwelled deep inside them from the day she was born; it was the love that taught her hope and life.
Unable to hold it in any longer, she rushed forward and threw her arms around her with a wail. "Oh, Mother, you're back! You're back!" She received a tight hug and a nuzzle against her head as a reply. A quiet purr escaped from Mew, and she squeezed her more. "I missed you so much, Mother, it's been... it's been forever." Grasping her mother's paws, she smiled tearfully. "I never forgot you, I swear. But you were gone so quickly... I stayed hidden for a couple of days waiting for you to return, but you never did. I was so alone..."
Her parent only raised a hand to wipe at her eyes, and almost immediately her childlike instincts made her mumble a protest, bringing a smile to her mother's face. "You did well, dear," she sighed out. Her voice was softer than she remembered it to have been. "I'm proud of you. I had faith in you ever since you were conceived. And now here you are, a beautiful, strong, mature female who knows her purpose in the world."
Mew blushed a little, hanging her head. "Actually, Mother... I prefer being called a woman."
To her surprise, she grinned. "Even better."
She smiled as well until a thought came to her head. Lifting her head to scan the crowd, she frowned a little. "...where's my father?"
Her mother's smile never faltered, though it became sad. "He's not with us. We were... not as close as we thought we were."
Mew felt something sink in her chest, and her arms dropped. The desire to see her father's face depleted from disappointment. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't be, I'm more happy for you. I was honestly surprised how you and Mewtwo have gotten along over the past few centuries. Though to tell you the truth, you didn't have any other choice."
"Mother!"
She laughed heartily at the heavy blush on her daughter's face. "Oh ho ho, I've waited all these years to finally say that! That's one thing off my chest!"
"Don't tell me you have more!" she groaned in disbelief.
"I'll save those some other time. Mostly for when your mate is around." And she laughed again.
Mew's ears flattened a little in embarrassment when she dropped her eyes. She loosened up when two familiar characters stepped forward, big smiles on their faces. "Pikatwo, Meowtwo! Oh, I'm so happy to see you!" She reached down to give them hugs.
They returned it awkwardly before the Meowth cleared his throat. "We just wanted to say we're so happy you and Mewtwo are together. Pikatwo and I and the others were worried he'd be alone forever. He never did show interest in finding a mate."
"But boy was he jealous of us," Pikatwo smirked, nudging his friend. "I could tell by the way he looked at our kids. You noticed?"
"To me, he looked like he was plotting to eat them."
The Legendary stole a quick glance at her mother, nervously grinning. "Mewtwo would never do that."
"Oh yeah, he wouldn't," Pikatwo agreed. "He'd just go on saying how he was never going to have kids. But we know better."
"It was only a matter of time." The Meowth raised a quirky brow at Mew. "Isn't that right, Mew?"
She twiddled her fingers in further anxiety. "Yeah... um... Was that all you wanted to tell me?"
"Naw, just came by to say hello, maybe introduce you to the kids, and say good luck."
Pikatwo rolled his eyes, hiding a chuckle. "Thanks for keeping him company, Mew," he added, giving a thumbs-up. "We really appreciate you looking out for the big guy. If we weren't so caught up all the time, we would have visited him more often instead of him looking for us whenever he felt like it."
"You were 'caught up', I was baby-sitting," Meowtwo muttered, shooting him a look.
Mew forced herself to laugh to brush off the awkwardness. "Oh, you are so welcome, you two! But you seriously didn't have to thank me. I have always enjoyed being with Mewtwo. I should thank you two for keeping him sane for so long. I would have been unable to without you."
They both blushed and gave toothy grins.
Her heart soaring, she grasped their faces to plant a kiss to their foreheads (giggling when they bristled in shock) before pulling away. Turning back around, she smiled at her mother and gave her one last hug. "Thank you for everything," she murmured, snuggling into her neck. "You did your best to care for me. Though you didn't teach me everything, that belief that I'd see you again has always been with me. It kept me alive this long... I think I can last another hundred years without you."
She cupped her face when they separated. "I know you can. I let you go sooner than I would have liked, but I honestly cannot see it happening any other way." She gently kissed her daughter's forehead. "Go to him, sweetheart. He needs you more than I do."
Nodding, Mew headed back for the Veil, pausing before it for one last look. When a thought came to mind, she frowned solemnly, hanging her head. "I'm going to forget all of this... aren't I?" she murmured.
"Only when you enter your body again."
She lightly gasped, spinning around to face whoever spoke. Her eyes widened at the sight of a tall, beautiful woman standing a few feet away. She took in her white countenance, at how silver and lengthy her curly hair was, the angel sleeves and dress trailing on the ground—her perfection in general. When they made eye-contact, blue-on-sapphire, Mew felt at peace and a love she had nearly dismissed. She wavered in place, overwhelmed by it all.
"...Amber? This... this is you?"
The woman grinned brightly and nodded. "This is my perfect body, the way Father made me." She let out a laugh similar to that of her younger self. "There is a reason I remained as a child for you, Myriam."
The feline's heart jolted. "How do you know my name? O-Only my close family members can..."
Amber stepped forward to kneel before her. "I will give you a few guesses, and the first two do not count." She winked, sending Mew into shivers. Tilting her chin up, she resumed, "You know, I recall that many years ago, Mewtwo made a promise to himself to never cry. How can you blame him, being forced to become someone he is not. But though his heart did soften over the years, he remained strong in that belief because he believed he is strong enough not to." A sweet smile manifested itself on her smooth face. "You are very special to him, Myriam. I hope you realize that."
Mew couldn't keep her tears back as they came on their own accord. She was vaguely aware it wasn't a regular cry. "Thank you for showing me that, Amber," she murmured. "I fought it for so long... I was so upset... and so selfish..." Hiccuping, she gazed back up at her, and quietly lamented, "I-I don't want to forget. I want to remember you a-and everything you told me."
The angel gave a surprisingly mischievous smile. "I will see if I can tweak some strings. I cannot promise you will remember everything though." Giggling, she leaned forward and softly pressed her lips to her forehead. "I will see you later, Myriam. Be careful." She stepped back to be among the crowd.
Taking in the multitude, hoping it will be burned into her subconscious, Mew waved to them, bringing a small smile upon her face. Then, deeply inhaling, she slipped through the Veil.
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Mewtwo had underestimated himself. He wasn't unsure where the Heart was, he was exactly unsure. He knew where the so-called bedchamber was, but he guessed where to go from there. Legion had taken care not to show him too much of the Tree, and even from what he could see, everything looked the same. The only sense of direction he had was the dismay deep inside him. He was certain he was sensitive enough to the demon's aura by the way it gripped his heart, for the closer he got, the more he shivered and had to will himself to continue forward.
He strained his broken body beyond its limits and necessities the further he climbed. He feared going through the tunnels, as any sound he'd make would be reverberated off the crystalline walls and possibly attract the minions or white blood cells. It didn't help that his labored breathing often choked him, and there were plenty of loose rocks he slipped on. While resting or in hiding, he tried to heal himself, though he was still fairly weak to do much more than close up shallow wounds. He would stare at the vial still clenched in his hand, arguing with himself about drinking it or not. His heart overcame him every time.
Upon rounding a corner, his back stung when a sharp chill ran down his spine, forcing Mewtwo to claw into the wall to keep his balance. He swallowed down nausea amidst his rapid breathing, staring in horror at the entrance looming down the tunnel. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the Heart, feeling a strong tug in its direction like it was reeling him in—it called for him. It was the sight of Legion in front of the lily that kept him from running inside. The psycat's knees quaked as he gazed at Mew's back, now on the brink of tears.
Shaking his head to clear a headache, he turned away, taking in deep breaths. "Calm down, Mewtwo," he murmured to himself, despite it making his tremors worse. "Y-You can do this... you stood up to Legion before... Just have to destroy the Heart..."
As Mew filled his thoughts upon glancing at the water, he gingerly made his way toward the room, trying desperately to keep from falling to a crawl. The aura spilling from the chamber was very heavy, a sign the demon wasn't happy. Sweat formed on his palms, making it harder to grip onto the wall and the vial without worry of cracking it. He avoided looking at Legion as he advanced inside, finding it harder to breathe than before. It was once he was in far enough that he quietly eased down on all fours and slipped behind a spire.
I have to go around, he thought as he assessed the Heart. I hope there are enough of these crystals to keep me concealed—
"It is meaningless to think you can roam around undetected," Mew's echoed voice stated in a matter-of-fact tone, startling him. "The crystals react to your presence, strangely enough." There was a short pause. "And also, you are wheezing a bit. You are not in the condition to move. How you got here without passing out eludes me."
Sucking in a harsh breath (thus proving her point even further), Mewtwo stood up. Mew had made no indication she had looked behind her. The only visible movement was her rhythmic flicking of the wrist. He found himself nearly mesmerized by it.
"Did you want something, darling?" she inquired of him. "Thinking about apologizing for what you said to me? For what you did to me?" She rolled her head in a circle so small pops could be heard, making him flinch. "You have some explaining to do."
Slightly shaking his head, he responded, "I-I came to stop you, Legion."
A quiet, cruel laugh immediately escaped her. "With that attitude? Hell, you cannot even stand without supporting yourself. What makes you think you are adept enough to challenge me?"
"Legion, you have tormented us long enough," he added on, quickly stepping away from the spire. "I ask of you to release Mew and leave us in peace."
She laughed again, most likely as a mockery. "I was half-expecting you to beg for release. Guess I have been underestimating you." She fell silent for a long moment, the aura becoming a huge burden on the clone's shoulders. He shifted nervously where he stood, daring to step closer, hardly looking away from her circling wrist. "By the way, Mewtwo, since you reminded me, I have a small question to ask."
He started to subconsciously roll the flask around in his palm. "What is the question?"
Legion waited through another heavy moment before speaking up. "Have you talked to Mew lately?"
Mewtwo shivered a little as he dropped his eyes, choking on his breath. How did he know? "I, uh... I-I have."
"When?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I ask the questions," she snapped, knuckles cracking when her hands clenched into fists. "When did you last talk to Mew?"
He carefully chose his next words, even taking the time to prevent himself from stumbling. "E-Erm... well... I am not entirely sure if I did speak to her. I had passed out from blood loss from when you... taught me a lesson." He bit his lip nervously at the memory. "If I have to venture a guess, it would have been between three to five hours ago."
"Just say 'today'," she snarled, losing patience according to her tone. "You talked to her today."
"I talked to her today," he repeated pitifully.
She lifted her head slightly. "And? What did you two talk about?"
Mewtwo held himself when he shivered. He remembered her calling his name, sounding more desperate with every breath. When he finally responded, she had a complete one-eighty, begging him to leave, to not come further or he would die. Her claim that on her side was the "spirit world" was a bit hard to swallow since he couldn't see anything else, but that hadn't mattered. He truly wanted to be with her, to hold her, to love her—but most importantly, to bring her back. She kept refusing, screaming about being a murderer and killing herself despite it not being her fault. So then...
He frowned slightly, glancing back up at the demon. He couldn't tell him. The memory was as clear as day, but it was what he had experienced that was keeping him quiet; it was too special, too sacred to tell Legion. They had both felt it at once, every single emotion they went through, the exchanging of souls... he had heard her inner self pleading with him to not go. It was as though she knew what was going on, and what might happen.
"Well? What did you talk about?"
He shook his head, closing his eyes. "I cannot say."
"Why not?"
"It is only between Mew and I."
"Can you tell me what you were doing, though?"
Legion was growing more agitated, he could sense it in the air. He quietly let out a shaky breath. "I cannot say that either."
He glanced back up when he heard the demon scoff. "Thought so. But no matter, I already know the answer to that." Slowly, Mew glanced over her shoulder, her visible iris glinting dangerously. "You two kissed."
He felt his heart clench. "Why would it concern you?" he muttered. "We have kissed a few times before this."
Her eye narrowed. "Do you have any idea what you have done?"
"I do not."
"That is a lie." She spun around to face him fully. The shadows splitting across her face frightened him when she strode forward. As much as he wanted to back away, to separate himself from the terror before him, he found his feet were refusing to obey. "You know what you have done," Mew snarled, flexing her fingers. "You knew she was dead. You knew what would have happened if you kissed. You knew of the covenant. You knew the opportunity was there, and you took it!" She paused before him at eye-level, her glare freezing his insides. "You do know what you have done, Mewtwo, now say it!"
His voice nearly cracked when he exclaimed, "I only kissed her! We did nothing else!"
"LIAR!" He cowered at the high intensity and the echoes it left behind. "YOU ARE A LIAR! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID! YOU BOTH DO!" She sharply cut her tail across his cheek, slicing it on a molar. "Mates for life, was that not what the Mew species did?! How is it that you two could become eternal mates?! How?!" She repeated the slap on the other side.
Mewtwo spat out some blood before answering weakly, "E... Eternal mates?"
She smacked him once more, hard enough to slam him into a spire. "Do not pretend you do not know what it means! You know damn well what you have done!" Watching him struggle to pull himself back up, she raised the left arm before her and slashed at the gash. The clone let out a startled gasp upon feeling a searing fire shoot through his limb, almost dropping the vial. He raised his eyes just when she calmly sunk her claws into her cheek, right onto the wounds, and slit it deeper down to her jaw.
It was the most horrendous sensation he had felt in a long time. He screamed not from the pain, or that it felt like bugs under his skin, but at how mellow Legion was about ripping apart Mew's body. Her expression barely changed except when the corners of her lips twitched at his sensory suffering.
"Stop it, Legion!" he shouted, struggling not to scratch at his face to rid himself of the feeling. "Please, stop! She is damaged enough already!"
The demon barked out a short laugh, dropping her hand to her side. "You are so typical, so quick to jump to conclusions. I am just making a point here. Now that you are of one mind and spirit, in a sense, if Mew ever hurts herself, you will feel that very pain. If she is happy, sad, angry, of any emotion, you will either sense it or develop that emotion as well. If you two were ever separated, you both can communicate with your hearts. Even from beyond the grave."
A smirk spread when Mewtwo quivered, still rubbing his face as he swallowed deep breaths to calm himself down. She circled him, taking care to run her tail across his shoulders to send him into more tremors. "But then again... it all depends on the strength of your bond. You can be eternal mates and still not be close. You two do not have to worry about that. If I am not mistaken, you two are very close. However, despite that tight bond, there are ways to break it, if only very few. One of them is for having one of you dead for too long a period of time. If one half is tired of waiting for their other half to return to them, they may find another mate. Which leads to the next possible way to break the bond..."
She let out a breathy chuckle, lowering herself down to his level and taking his chin into her paw. "It is something you may be familiar with, honey, having watched the humans do it for years. Unless you had the other mate's permission, you cannot get yourself a new mate, even for a one-night stand. But mates rarely share each other regardless, even as spirits. Infidelity is very frowned upon on the other side."
He jerked away. "What are you getting at?"
She leaned in to touch noses, running a finger down his jawbone. "You know what I want."
Shivers painfully racked his figure. "What do you want me to do?"
It felt like his heart had stopped when he saw the wicked gleam in her demonic eyes. She sensually licked her lips as her grin widened, and she drawled out her answer, "Fuck me. Hard."
With little time to react, Legion pounced on Mewtwo, wrestling him to the ground with ease. The clone's head smacked against one of the larger spires, stunning him enough to be pinned into the concave corner. He felt the bottle slip along his fingers, but was distracted when Mew sunk her claws into his face as she devoured his mouth, cutting her tongue past his lips. He shot his hands forward to push her off only for them to be aggressively repelled by an invisible force, and lay paralyzed on the crystals above him. With a chuckle, she thrust herself further against his lean body. Breathless, he struggled to put space between them to find he was completely flattened to the spire with barely any wriggle room.
He let out a pleading whimper to which she obliged in messily pulling back to give him air. "Re—Release me!" he managed to pant out, his eyes stinging from his forming tears.
With a smirk, she slurped the saliva off his chin, then bit her way down his throat and chest. Mewtwo fidgeted when her tail began stroking between his thighs, inducing his body heat to climb. The further Mew slid down his torso, the more he desperately fought against his restraints. He squinted at the harsh glow the crystals gave off, noticing they pulsated along with his climbing heart rate. As curious as it was, he easily pushed it from mind when he spotted the small bottle lying against a further spire a good several feet away. He noticed at a second, longer glance there was the possibility it fractured. Gritting his teeth, he attempted to ignore his strong headache to telepathically levitate it back until his counterpart suddenly paused directly above his pelvic bone. The fanged grin flashed when they crossed visions, freezing his insides.
Mew straightened up to straddle him, sticking out her chest to knead a breast. "Face it, darling, you cannot win if you do not fight me," she purred, a laugh at the tip of her tongue. "Even if you do, and you break this body, I will still come out the victor. You cannot kill me the way you could kill Mew if she were here right now. That is the difference between her and I: mortality, and immortality. As long as I am in control of this body, I can keep it alive and halt its aging. Which means you shall be mine for as long as it takes to give me what I want, even if I have to drain you dry." A twisted smile broadened when she tilted her head. "But I hear that until you die, your body will only make more. And since the female only has a certain amount of eggs, let us not waste anymore time." She lowered her hand behind her and began fondling.
Immediately, Mewtwo started to sweat and squirm from her intense touch. He fought back moans, though he could do little about his carnal actions as he felt himself unsheathe. "Think about what you are doing, Legion! You are making a grave mistake!"
She rode his every movement, her tongue licking across her bottom lip. "That feels lovely, does it not?" she cooed as his muscles tightened in endeavor to lift himself from the floor. "You have waited a hundred years too long to be this sensitive. Perhaps you are more cunning than I give you credit for."
Mewtwo's teeth and jaw locked from clenching too hard. "L-Le... Legion, you bastard—hhngh-AAH!"
Just as the sharp gasp trailed off, her eyes brightened when her hand brushed along the protrusion. "Yes, Mewtwo," she breathed out, raising her brows. A quiet cackle ripped out of her throat, running her fingers along its length. "Salute me."
A throbbing ache spread upward, and he was unable to hold off another cry upon throwing his head back, fighting to steady his breathing. His vision wavered, though he couldn't keep his eyes closed without growing nauseous, his thoughts muddled. A husky groan squeezed its way out of his chest from a stray, but well-placed stroke, his hips suddenly bucking. He struggled to throw her off, though she held on with her thighs.
"Relax, honey. It is normal to be anxious, but just give it a moment..."
He swiftly shook his head, straining to move his arms down. "P-Please... hear me out..."
"Oh, I will, dear," she snickered. "But it will not be just me. I want everyone to hear you enjoying it, even your beloved. I am certain she will find herself enjoying it as well." She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes, her paw slowing its caressing. Mewtwo felt his body tremble from the adrenaline, cold perspiration running down his neck.
"What do you think the child will look like?" she whispered, gazing up at him beneath her eyelashes. The shadows across her eyes accentuated the piercing glow. "Will he be a mixture between you and Mew? Or possibly an exact replica of you? It is also possible he may look just like his mother. Unless you are wanting a specific look? I can do that. I would have to find the right egg and sperm, which may take a while, so we might as well get comfortable while you make up your mind."
Mewtwo swallowed nervously as Mew positioned herself right on the tip of his manhood, smiling evilly down at it. He tried to ignore the touches while his thoughts hurriedly recalled back to what the demon said, remembering there was a flaw. Wait... The right egg... egg... the ovulation period... The surgery... The poison!
Quickly glimpsing over at the bottle, he blurted out, "You overlooked one other detail, Legion."
She appeared intrigued. "Hmm? Are you telling me you are quick?" A pleased smile flashed, frightening him. "Well then, let me assist you."
He stopped her before she could make another move. "No, no, Legion, just listen to me," he pleaded. "There is something wrong here."
Her ears perked up when she made eye-contact. A cold wave flushed through his chest at the sight of a scowl. "What are you saying?"
Taking a deep breath to collect himself, he thought back to the brief topic of her ovulation. From there, as unpleasant as it was, the memory of Mew sprawled on a table screaming at the scientists as they cut out the baby came to mind. Then after that horrific moment, the ones of importance were the brief conversation between two of them about the surgery and its consequence, and Bridget's confession.
Mewtwo carefully thought out his response before speaking up. "Remember when Mew was in the lab?"
A brow rose. "Of course. I showed you the memory."
He slightly nodded. "So you know Mew had a Caesarean section."
"Correct. It is faded now, but you can see the scar if you look closely."
Biting his lip, he dared not look away from her eyes. "Notice where the incision is, how it is," he indicated. "It did not help they were not careful. Because of it, Mew will only have a few children before complications follow."
Mewtwo detected Mew's jaw nearly locking in place. "'Complications'?" she echoed.
"There is more." He swallowed down a lump in his throat, fighting back tears. "She also has a poison in her bloodstream that is lethal to the fetus. I-I do not know how much she consumed, but she had enough so that it will be part of her for a long time. How long, I do not know either. But she cannot get pregnant and expect the child to live. She... she will have miscarriages. You cannot prevent that."
The clone barely noticed his body was relaxing, that the hold on him was loosening. He still couldn't look away in fear Legion thought he was lying. But the longer he stared, the more he saw the shocked expression lighting up her eyes, her face paling and body trembling in place. The dark atmosphere around them started to press down, a faint glow sparking to life around her frame. Mewtwo inwardly flinched at the growing anger, keeping himself from holding his breath.
Steadily, Mew limply lifted herself off him, hands curling so tightly her claws broke the skin. Her lips pulled back from her clenched teeth, the slitted pupils shrank into the gray background as her eyes widened, and her tail sharply flicked. "Are you serious?" Her voice was quiet and cold.
His vision wavered a little when he nodded.
She shook her head harshly. "You cannot be serious," she snarled. "That cannot be. There is no way that can be plausible." Then she suddenly tensed, snapping her head up as her gaze flitted to the side, her mouth agape. Mewtwo thought she noticed the water until he saw a drop of sweat run down her temple, even heard the breath catch in her chest. She was mute for a long moment before she shook her head once more. "...you lie. You both lie."
Frowning, he turned to where the demon was staring at just to find nothing. However, right then and there, he could sense a familiar presence beside him. While he fretted over it, he took notice of a small weight on his shoulder, sending a wave of warmth running through his limb.
Legion shortly snapped out after an awkward silence, "You were delusional over that baby! You hated it, you did not want it! God answered your prayer, did He not?!"
Not a second later, his arms dropped to the floor. A wild look blazed in Mew's eye. "Get your paws off of him! He is mine!"
And then, Mewtwo clearly heard her voice like she was right by his ear. "He was never yours, Legion, much like that body."
He let out a small gasp and turned his head again. There was vaguely a faint outline he could see, levitating at his side. "...Mew?"
"You!" He swerved back over to find Legion glaring at him. "You knew she was here! You stalled for time!"
"Leave Mewtwo out of this," was the cool demand.
"Shut up, bitch!" the demon screamed at the crystals.
"It is I you want, Legion! You are in my body for a reason!"
"Shut up! You are dead! DEAD!"
"If I am dead, how can I still bleed? How can I still have a heart in death? You do not have the right to end a life when you don't have a life yourself."
"You lie, lie!" The impostor clutched Mew's head, pressing down her ears. "You cannot be here! You are in Prison for eternity! I placed you there myself!"
"Demons cannot judge spirits!"
"I AM A DEMON LORD! I CONDEMN THE DAMNED!"
"Condemn me then, Legion! If I am damned as you say, condemn me!"
"YOU HAD YOUR JUDGMENT! DAMNED, DAMNED!"
"You want judgment? Then kill me, Legion! Kill me!"
Mewtwo finally stood up, unwilling to hear their screams a second further. "Legion, I beg of you, cease this torment! Let her come back into her body! Release her, please!"
"LIKE HELL I AM!" Snapping Mew's head up, he unleashed a psychic attack that induced a blow to the clone's skull, cracking him into the spires at an angle. He slumped against them, wincing at the severe aches in his head and neck as his vision clouded over. "I will not release her, but I will take you up on an offer or two!"
Blood poured down the side of his face, a couple of rivers trickling into his eye and mouth. Wiping away the irritation, Mewtwo squinted in the hopes he still had some of his sight. When he was finally able to see, Legion was gone. He began panicking, sloppily pulling himself to his shaky feet.
"Legion! Mew!" he called out, leaning against the crystals. He hissed sharply and applied pressure to his arm, yet quickly brushed it aside. "Do not touch her, Legion! Where are you?!"
He winced when the echoes faded, and he dropped his gaze to the bottle. Carefully easing himself to his knees, he scooped it into his hand, eyes widening at the small puddle it had been lying in. Biting his lip, the clone held the vial up to the light, throat closing up to see it roughly half-drained. Rubbing away any tears that welled up, Mewtwo stood up with a groan, then growled at the shot of pain in his arm. Clutching it tightly once again, he stumbled from spire to spire, flinching at the gleam from the Heart when he hurried by. The presence of Mew was still in the chamber, so he let it guide him out. The throbs in his head made him dizzy, and black spots popping up in his line of vision didn't help. With a moan, he rounded a corner, collapsing against the wall for ballast. Through the haze across his vision, he saw what appeared to be daylight not far ahead and quickened his pace, hoping he was close to the end.
When he reached the exit, he suddenly couldn't feel Mew in his heart, and his strength gave out on him. He coughed from the dust and exhaustion, struggling to lift his head off the ground. His sight evened out as he gaped at Legion floating some feet ahead, leering down at him. There was a slight howl of wind rushing by, so Mewtwo hardly heard the demon say, "How the mighty have fallen."
He shook his head to clear his ears before listening again. "Your beloved put up a long fight, Mewtwo. She is a valiant, strong woman, the finest of her kind, and I cannot keep up with her any longer. I am going to let her go now like you asked me to. Do me a favor and take good care of her." Sighing, the demon raised a hand to rub the neck, then gave a wicked smirk. "That is, if you can catch her."
Digging the claws deep into flesh, he slit Mew's throat. Dark, thick blood bubbled out onto the rocky ground before Mewtwo, some splashing on his pallid face. He watched horrified as the devilish glare transitioned into a wide-eyed stare with a blink, the pupils disappeared from view; the evil laugh faded to an open-mouthed gasp; the erect, proud stance fell into a pathetic slump. Her head slowly lifted up to cross visions with him where he saw the light draining from the depths. Her lips wordlessly mouthed as she dropped from mid-air and disappeared beyond the cliff.
He had time to holler out her name before the winds carried it away.
This is “R” for a reason. Reader discretion is advised.
Enjoy!
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Chapter Seventeen: Confrontation
"My first cry never-ending
All life is to fear for life
You fool, you wanderer
You challenged the gods and lost"
-- "Planet Hell", Nightwish, "Once"
"My first cry never-ending
All life is to fear for life
You fool, you wanderer
You challenged the gods and lost"
-- "Planet Hell", Nightwish, "Once"
*~*~*
For the whole time they stood before it, the Veil was curiously rippling like someone was batting at it on the other side. As hypnotizing as it was, it brought some concern to Mew. "Does it always do this?"
The girl gave a slight shrug. "I'm not entirely sure. The only time I can think of when it did this was when the world ended, only more violently. Though whenever a multitude of people die, it does move a lot, if that's what you're asking about."
Her heart clenched in fear. "Y-You mean... they're dying?"
"You can say that." Amber hung her head a little. "They're losing. They haven't had time to get their strength back. Even if they were perfectly healthy, the strength of these demons is unlimited. They cannot fight them on their own."
Shaking her head, the feline grasped tightly onto her sleeve. "But Amber! They can't die! They just can't!"
"That's why I brought you back here. You have to take back your body, and you and Mewtwo have to destroy the Tree."
Her eyes slowly widened, her fingers unraveling themselves from the cloth to hover. "...I thought we're neutralizing it," she breathed out.
Amber gave a short nod. "You are, but you have to kill it when it's neutralized."
"But why?!" came the abrupt cry. "Isn't it already dying anyway?!"
The girl's head hung, a look of hurt on her face. "It's very ill, so naturally it would be," she sighed out. "If we keep it alive, it will poison the whole earth. Besides, the world doesn't need it anymore. It isn't fulfilling its original purpose now that you are no longer its guardian."
Mew quietly whimpered, looking back at the writhing Veil. She trembled from the mixture of anger and sadness shooting throughout her body, feeling the blood weakly pumping through the open wounds. Staring ahead, she choked down her sobs as her mind wandered back to her friends fighting on the other side. She could sense their distress, could even feel the flicker of souls at the edge of death. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she knew they weren't going to make it.
When the child's hand curled around her fingers, she squeezed back. Amber's voice was calm, almost dark. "Mew... I must warn you that the moment you pass through, Legion will sense you there, maybe even see you. It is a very difficult task to enter back into your body and cast him out, but I know you can do it." Releasing her paw, she gently pet her head. "You are strong enough to fight back. As long as your will overpowers his, he can never possess you again."
The petite Legendary let out another small sound of protest, hanging her head to close her eyes. She was supposed to feel comforted by her soft hand, but somehow couldn't bring herself to relax. Grasping at her arms when she shivered, she murmured without looking up, "Amber... please tell me how you died."
She gave a sad smile, pulling her hand back and gazing up at the endless curtain. Standing straight, she started off, "I was born into a good, loving family. We lived well for living out in the suburbs, what with Papa being a scientist. This meant that at most times, he was away working, so it was Mama and I for most days. But luckily, Papa had one day off a week so we could spend time together. We would go out for drives, walks in the park, the movies in town, just about whatever. We were very happy together, but Papa was more happy. I think he and Mama were ready to give me a brother or sister."
Amber giggled lightly before sighing. "One day, we had gone out driving. It was normal, and it was a sunny day. I hadn't sat by the window before this time, so I felt bigger sitting right behind Papa. I was on my knees like I usually did, watching Papa work the wheel... when all of a sudden, this large truck came for us. Papa had to turn very hard, Mama was horrified, and I barely caught myself from falling to the floor. And then the car flipped over, and we rolled into a ditch. We hadn't worn our seat belts. Mama and Papa managed to get through okay, but I was bleeding very badly. The ambulance arrived just as I passed out from laughter... talking to Papa about becoming a star..."
Mew had her full attention on her by this time, her eyes wide in silent shock. The young lass seemed to feel her stare upon noticing she had trailed off. "I had returned home for maybe no longer than an hour when Father told me He had something special for me. My parents had separated down on Earth when Papa became obsessed about bringing me back. Father was sad about it all, but He told me He was willing to give Papa a second chance. I knew Papa was working for a wicked man out of desperation, and that man wanted a very powerful Pokémon in return. I watched as Papa took a trip to the Amazon where they stayed for a good few months before they found a fossil. They studied it carefully while Papa worked in the background to make a new body of myself. This was when Father asked me to go inhabit the new body for a short while until He would call me back. So when it was ready, I went back down. Because I passed through the Veil, I had to forget about what Heaven was like, but I guess Father allowed me to keep some memories. I was also able to see spirits from time to time. But they were the bad spirits... they told everyone there bad things..."
The feline lay a hand on her shoulder when Amber started to quake. They gazed at each other for a few moments before the girl took a breath. "Sorry about that," she apologized, brushing away her bangs. "I was there in that tube for quite some time. Papa would talk to me about the current events, about his own private thoughts. He was heartbroken ever since I died and Mama left him. I had asked once where she went. He didn't really say, though he had mentioned something about her probably seeing another man. He never knew Mama killed herself. Imagine my surprise when I saw her standing and crying behind Papa when he was working. That was the only time I saw her."
Mew spotted a tear at the corner of her eye before the girl blinked it away. "Well, after a while, Papa and his group figured out about the DNA, and they created Mewtwo's body and a few other Pokémon as well." A tiny smile found its way to her lips. "I watched as their spirits descended into the bodies to give them life. I didn't know then why that was, but I do now. Father wanted Papa to learn a lesson from all this. He loved Papa very much that he was trying to humble him about life. Papa never accepted the fact I was dead, and he forgot all the things he taught me about life.
"It took a few months before Mewtwo and the others matured enough to have strong brainwaves. I decided then to contact them. They were confused, and yet curious. I had grown to love them by this time, so when I had finally talked to them and began answering their questions, I felt like a big sister to them, maybe even a mother-figure. So I taught them to count, how to spell, to memorize body parts and what they do..." She giggled. "I even went ahead to show them what the outside world looked like, like where I lived, what my Papa and his workers ate and drank, all kinds of things. We had fun together, and I was happy to see they were growing up. I had felt a strong bond toward Mewtwo the moment Papa introduced him to me, and thus I was very close to him. During the time we were together, he had this undying love for learning. He was always saying to me, 'More, Amber, more! I want to learn more!'"
The two found themselves chuckling over it. Mew grinned at imagining a young Mewtwo tugging on Amber's dress and asking many questions. "Wow, Amber, how did you manage to answer all of his questions?" she inquired. "You two were young. How did you do it?"
"I don't know myself. I suppose as a child, you just know everything." Then her face suddenly faltered, and the Legendary felt in her heart something was wrong. She was quiet for a minute, eyes glazing over in a faraway look until she gradually found her way back to reality. "And then one night... we were looking at the moon above us, just talking. Well actually, he was asking questions, and I was answering him, like always. Then he asked me 'Why are we born?', to which I told him there was a mother and a father. He wanted to know who his parents were... and I was stumped for the first time. I had almost forgotten why he was there, why I was there. When one is growing in a tank in a laboratory, you don't learn the important things in life, like what a family is, what love is, and so on. In fact, by that time, I didn't know Papa anymore. He had become so different, and was gone a lot, I nearly forgot he was even there. Even though Mewtwo was being created to be something else entirely, I made sure he was loved everyday. I made sure he laughed all the time, in the hopes he would remember it when he was out doing... whatever they were going to make him do."
Amber reached over to clasp hands with Mew. "The only answer I could come up for him was that God was his parent... and that He was mine, even though Papa was technically my father. Then I ended up telling him he was a Pokémon, and he thought I was one as well. Which is funny in a way, since the first time we met, that was the first thing I taught him. I told him Pokémon are a little stronger than humans, hinting that he was in perfect health. Did I mention that my body was weakening every day while in that tank?"
Though she shook her head, the feline murmured, "But I figured that was the case. You never did step foot outside, did you?"
The girl squeezed her paw before resuming, "It was at that moment I heard my name being called. Not physically, but in my heart. 'Amber, your work is done. It's time to come home.' And I felt my body begin to die. Mewtwo didn't know what was wrong, but I couldn't tell him I was dying. I just couldn't... so I told him to live... and that I was thankful to have been with him. Then he began to cry, not knowing why he was crying. It was then I realized something. Whether it was because of his DNA, or my doing, he was part human. Pokémon rarely cry, and when they do, it's because they hurt. However, Pokémon have feelings, they always have. It's what makes them human if only for a moment. There are those special Pokémon who are more human than we are, Mewtwo being one of them. He didn't know why I was leaving, but he understood enough that he was upset. He cried for me... screamed out my name as I ascended back into Heaven.
"I was honestly upset myself, even told off Father about it. He is very understanding, and He reminded me that I was going to die even had my body survived into adulthood. That's the curse of mortality. Mewtwo is going to live a long life, longer than most Pokémon, so he would have out-lived me anyway. But happily, I was assigned to be Mewtwo's guide, or guardian angel as you put it, and I've been watching him since."
She closed her eyes for a few moments, smiling at the memories of her friend. When she looked down at Mew, the Legendary was holding back her sobs, her tears dripping off her cheeks. Filled with sympathy, gratitude and sadness, Amber knelt down to throw her arms around her tiny companion. The feline returned the hug, burying her face into her chest to weep. They held each other for what they hoped to have been a long, peaceful time, the worries of the other side forgotten for the moment to make room for the impact of emotions. The girl calmly rubbed Mew's back, not bothering to fight back the stray tears that found their way out.
Before long, all she could hear was the hiccups stifling themselves in her dress. Laying her head between her ears, the angel whispered in a loving tone, "Mew... thank you for your tears. But please don't cry for me. I had my chance to cry, and I chose to go out with a smile. Mewtwo's tears couldn't bring me, his best friend, back to life. What chance do you have of bringing me back to life? I have been dead for hundreds of years, my mortal body is long gone. Mewtwo will not remember me. But you will." After a squeeze to her shoulder, Amber stepped back a few feet.
Mew gazed tearfully at her shining smile, feeling no desire to leave her. It tore at her heart when the girl slowly shook her head. "I cannot keep you here any longer," she sighed out. "It's not your time right now. Mewtwo is looking for you, he's in more desperate need for your help than I am. Go to him, and live. We will be here when you return."
The feline sniffled. "'We'?"
A wide grin spread on Amber's bright face, and she extended her arms out beside her. Dissolving out of the darkness came a silver film. Upon taking a closer inspection, the Legendary slowly gasped in awe, watching as personages walked into view. On one side stood a throng of people, dressed all in white robes or dresses, with loving smiles on their faces. Though she was quite sure it was because she had been in the Spirit World for so long, she felt she knew many, if not all of them. Flashing through her mind were images of them in their mortal life, from when she saw them as children, as adults, and in between. They were the few who knew of her existence, the few who kept their encounters prized in their hearts, never telling another soul about it. Many were pure in their hearts, others were courageous, while some were misguided for a time. As she cast her eyes about them, they all nodded in silent encouragement.
Placing a hand to her heart, Mew looked over to see a multitude of Pokémon standing in the same manner as the humans. And much like with them, she knew every one. Together in one place like a family were the clones, along with their originals and families. She felt joy at how they had found their happiness, their own special place on this side of the Veil. It took her a few moments before she recognized the larvae children as how they were as adults, catching the innocence in their eyes. She had to cover her mouth when she sobbed, feeling the tears once again.
Closing her eyes tightly, she took a deep breath before looking back up, and nearly gasped. Standing close by was a figure very much like herself, albeit slightly bigger. Everything was how she still remembered about her, from her posture to her eyes—she had never forgotten those eyes. She had missed the love that dwelled deep inside them from the day she was born; it was the love that taught her hope and life.
Unable to hold it in any longer, she rushed forward and threw her arms around her with a wail. "Oh, Mother, you're back! You're back!" She received a tight hug and a nuzzle against her head as a reply. A quiet purr escaped from Mew, and she squeezed her more. "I missed you so much, Mother, it's been... it's been forever." Grasping her mother's paws, she smiled tearfully. "I never forgot you, I swear. But you were gone so quickly... I stayed hidden for a couple of days waiting for you to return, but you never did. I was so alone..."
Her parent only raised a hand to wipe at her eyes, and almost immediately her childlike instincts made her mumble a protest, bringing a smile to her mother's face. "You did well, dear," she sighed out. Her voice was softer than she remembered it to have been. "I'm proud of you. I had faith in you ever since you were conceived. And now here you are, a beautiful, strong, mature female who knows her purpose in the world."
Mew blushed a little, hanging her head. "Actually, Mother... I prefer being called a woman."
To her surprise, she grinned. "Even better."
She smiled as well until a thought came to her head. Lifting her head to scan the crowd, she frowned a little. "...where's my father?"
Her mother's smile never faltered, though it became sad. "He's not with us. We were... not as close as we thought we were."
Mew felt something sink in her chest, and her arms dropped. The desire to see her father's face depleted from disappointment. "I'm sorry..."
"Don't be, I'm more happy for you. I was honestly surprised how you and Mewtwo have gotten along over the past few centuries. Though to tell you the truth, you didn't have any other choice."
"Mother!"
She laughed heartily at the heavy blush on her daughter's face. "Oh ho ho, I've waited all these years to finally say that! That's one thing off my chest!"
"Don't tell me you have more!" she groaned in disbelief.
"I'll save those some other time. Mostly for when your mate is around." And she laughed again.
Mew's ears flattened a little in embarrassment when she dropped her eyes. She loosened up when two familiar characters stepped forward, big smiles on their faces. "Pikatwo, Meowtwo! Oh, I'm so happy to see you!" She reached down to give them hugs.
They returned it awkwardly before the Meowth cleared his throat. "We just wanted to say we're so happy you and Mewtwo are together. Pikatwo and I and the others were worried he'd be alone forever. He never did show interest in finding a mate."
"But boy was he jealous of us," Pikatwo smirked, nudging his friend. "I could tell by the way he looked at our kids. You noticed?"
"To me, he looked like he was plotting to eat them."
The Legendary stole a quick glance at her mother, nervously grinning. "Mewtwo would never do that."
"Oh yeah, he wouldn't," Pikatwo agreed. "He'd just go on saying how he was never going to have kids. But we know better."
"It was only a matter of time." The Meowth raised a quirky brow at Mew. "Isn't that right, Mew?"
She twiddled her fingers in further anxiety. "Yeah... um... Was that all you wanted to tell me?"
"Naw, just came by to say hello, maybe introduce you to the kids, and say good luck."
Pikatwo rolled his eyes, hiding a chuckle. "Thanks for keeping him company, Mew," he added, giving a thumbs-up. "We really appreciate you looking out for the big guy. If we weren't so caught up all the time, we would have visited him more often instead of him looking for us whenever he felt like it."
"You were 'caught up', I was baby-sitting," Meowtwo muttered, shooting him a look.
Mew forced herself to laugh to brush off the awkwardness. "Oh, you are so welcome, you two! But you seriously didn't have to thank me. I have always enjoyed being with Mewtwo. I should thank you two for keeping him sane for so long. I would have been unable to without you."
They both blushed and gave toothy grins.
Her heart soaring, she grasped their faces to plant a kiss to their foreheads (giggling when they bristled in shock) before pulling away. Turning back around, she smiled at her mother and gave her one last hug. "Thank you for everything," she murmured, snuggling into her neck. "You did your best to care for me. Though you didn't teach me everything, that belief that I'd see you again has always been with me. It kept me alive this long... I think I can last another hundred years without you."
She cupped her face when they separated. "I know you can. I let you go sooner than I would have liked, but I honestly cannot see it happening any other way." She gently kissed her daughter's forehead. "Go to him, sweetheart. He needs you more than I do."
Nodding, Mew headed back for the Veil, pausing before it for one last look. When a thought came to mind, she frowned solemnly, hanging her head. "I'm going to forget all of this... aren't I?" she murmured.
"Only when you enter your body again."
She lightly gasped, spinning around to face whoever spoke. Her eyes widened at the sight of a tall, beautiful woman standing a few feet away. She took in her white countenance, at how silver and lengthy her curly hair was, the angel sleeves and dress trailing on the ground—her perfection in general. When they made eye-contact, blue-on-sapphire, Mew felt at peace and a love she had nearly dismissed. She wavered in place, overwhelmed by it all.
"...Amber? This... this is you?"
The woman grinned brightly and nodded. "This is my perfect body, the way Father made me." She let out a laugh similar to that of her younger self. "There is a reason I remained as a child for you, Myriam."
The feline's heart jolted. "How do you know my name? O-Only my close family members can..."
Amber stepped forward to kneel before her. "I will give you a few guesses, and the first two do not count." She winked, sending Mew into shivers. Tilting her chin up, she resumed, "You know, I recall that many years ago, Mewtwo made a promise to himself to never cry. How can you blame him, being forced to become someone he is not. But though his heart did soften over the years, he remained strong in that belief because he believed he is strong enough not to." A sweet smile manifested itself on her smooth face. "You are very special to him, Myriam. I hope you realize that."
Mew couldn't keep her tears back as they came on their own accord. She was vaguely aware it wasn't a regular cry. "Thank you for showing me that, Amber," she murmured. "I fought it for so long... I was so upset... and so selfish..." Hiccuping, she gazed back up at her, and quietly lamented, "I-I don't want to forget. I want to remember you a-and everything you told me."
The angel gave a surprisingly mischievous smile. "I will see if I can tweak some strings. I cannot promise you will remember everything though." Giggling, she leaned forward and softly pressed her lips to her forehead. "I will see you later, Myriam. Be careful." She stepped back to be among the crowd.
Taking in the multitude, hoping it will be burned into her subconscious, Mew waved to them, bringing a small smile upon her face. Then, deeply inhaling, she slipped through the Veil.
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Mewtwo had underestimated himself. He wasn't unsure where the Heart was, he was exactly unsure. He knew where the so-called bedchamber was, but he guessed where to go from there. Legion had taken care not to show him too much of the Tree, and even from what he could see, everything looked the same. The only sense of direction he had was the dismay deep inside him. He was certain he was sensitive enough to the demon's aura by the way it gripped his heart, for the closer he got, the more he shivered and had to will himself to continue forward.
He strained his broken body beyond its limits and necessities the further he climbed. He feared going through the tunnels, as any sound he'd make would be reverberated off the crystalline walls and possibly attract the minions or white blood cells. It didn't help that his labored breathing often choked him, and there were plenty of loose rocks he slipped on. While resting or in hiding, he tried to heal himself, though he was still fairly weak to do much more than close up shallow wounds. He would stare at the vial still clenched in his hand, arguing with himself about drinking it or not. His heart overcame him every time.
Upon rounding a corner, his back stung when a sharp chill ran down his spine, forcing Mewtwo to claw into the wall to keep his balance. He swallowed down nausea amidst his rapid breathing, staring in horror at the entrance looming down the tunnel. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the Heart, feeling a strong tug in its direction like it was reeling him in—it called for him. It was the sight of Legion in front of the lily that kept him from running inside. The psycat's knees quaked as he gazed at Mew's back, now on the brink of tears.
Shaking his head to clear a headache, he turned away, taking in deep breaths. "Calm down, Mewtwo," he murmured to himself, despite it making his tremors worse. "Y-You can do this... you stood up to Legion before... Just have to destroy the Heart..."
As Mew filled his thoughts upon glancing at the water, he gingerly made his way toward the room, trying desperately to keep from falling to a crawl. The aura spilling from the chamber was very heavy, a sign the demon wasn't happy. Sweat formed on his palms, making it harder to grip onto the wall and the vial without worry of cracking it. He avoided looking at Legion as he advanced inside, finding it harder to breathe than before. It was once he was in far enough that he quietly eased down on all fours and slipped behind a spire.
I have to go around, he thought as he assessed the Heart. I hope there are enough of these crystals to keep me concealed—
"It is meaningless to think you can roam around undetected," Mew's echoed voice stated in a matter-of-fact tone, startling him. "The crystals react to your presence, strangely enough." There was a short pause. "And also, you are wheezing a bit. You are not in the condition to move. How you got here without passing out eludes me."
Sucking in a harsh breath (thus proving her point even further), Mewtwo stood up. Mew had made no indication she had looked behind her. The only visible movement was her rhythmic flicking of the wrist. He found himself nearly mesmerized by it.
"Did you want something, darling?" she inquired of him. "Thinking about apologizing for what you said to me? For what you did to me?" She rolled her head in a circle so small pops could be heard, making him flinch. "You have some explaining to do."
Slightly shaking his head, he responded, "I-I came to stop you, Legion."
A quiet, cruel laugh immediately escaped her. "With that attitude? Hell, you cannot even stand without supporting yourself. What makes you think you are adept enough to challenge me?"
"Legion, you have tormented us long enough," he added on, quickly stepping away from the spire. "I ask of you to release Mew and leave us in peace."
She laughed again, most likely as a mockery. "I was half-expecting you to beg for release. Guess I have been underestimating you." She fell silent for a long moment, the aura becoming a huge burden on the clone's shoulders. He shifted nervously where he stood, daring to step closer, hardly looking away from her circling wrist. "By the way, Mewtwo, since you reminded me, I have a small question to ask."
He started to subconsciously roll the flask around in his palm. "What is the question?"
Legion waited through another heavy moment before speaking up. "Have you talked to Mew lately?"
Mewtwo shivered a little as he dropped his eyes, choking on his breath. How did he know? "I, uh... I-I have."
"When?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I ask the questions," she snapped, knuckles cracking when her hands clenched into fists. "When did you last talk to Mew?"
He carefully chose his next words, even taking the time to prevent himself from stumbling. "E-Erm... well... I am not entirely sure if I did speak to her. I had passed out from blood loss from when you... taught me a lesson." He bit his lip nervously at the memory. "If I have to venture a guess, it would have been between three to five hours ago."
"Just say 'today'," she snarled, losing patience according to her tone. "You talked to her today."
"I talked to her today," he repeated pitifully.
She lifted her head slightly. "And? What did you two talk about?"
Mewtwo held himself when he shivered. He remembered her calling his name, sounding more desperate with every breath. When he finally responded, she had a complete one-eighty, begging him to leave, to not come further or he would die. Her claim that on her side was the "spirit world" was a bit hard to swallow since he couldn't see anything else, but that hadn't mattered. He truly wanted to be with her, to hold her, to love her—but most importantly, to bring her back. She kept refusing, screaming about being a murderer and killing herself despite it not being her fault. So then...
He frowned slightly, glancing back up at the demon. He couldn't tell him. The memory was as clear as day, but it was what he had experienced that was keeping him quiet; it was too special, too sacred to tell Legion. They had both felt it at once, every single emotion they went through, the exchanging of souls... he had heard her inner self pleading with him to not go. It was as though she knew what was going on, and what might happen.
"Well? What did you talk about?"
He shook his head, closing his eyes. "I cannot say."
"Why not?"
"It is only between Mew and I."
"Can you tell me what you were doing, though?"
Legion was growing more agitated, he could sense it in the air. He quietly let out a shaky breath. "I cannot say that either."
He glanced back up when he heard the demon scoff. "Thought so. But no matter, I already know the answer to that." Slowly, Mew glanced over her shoulder, her visible iris glinting dangerously. "You two kissed."
He felt his heart clench. "Why would it concern you?" he muttered. "We have kissed a few times before this."
Her eye narrowed. "Do you have any idea what you have done?"
"I do not."
"That is a lie." She spun around to face him fully. The shadows splitting across her face frightened him when she strode forward. As much as he wanted to back away, to separate himself from the terror before him, he found his feet were refusing to obey. "You know what you have done," Mew snarled, flexing her fingers. "You knew she was dead. You knew what would have happened if you kissed. You knew of the covenant. You knew the opportunity was there, and you took it!" She paused before him at eye-level, her glare freezing his insides. "You do know what you have done, Mewtwo, now say it!"
His voice nearly cracked when he exclaimed, "I only kissed her! We did nothing else!"
"LIAR!" He cowered at the high intensity and the echoes it left behind. "YOU ARE A LIAR! YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID! YOU BOTH DO!" She sharply cut her tail across his cheek, slicing it on a molar. "Mates for life, was that not what the Mew species did?! How is it that you two could become eternal mates?! How?!" She repeated the slap on the other side.
Mewtwo spat out some blood before answering weakly, "E... Eternal mates?"
She smacked him once more, hard enough to slam him into a spire. "Do not pretend you do not know what it means! You know damn well what you have done!" Watching him struggle to pull himself back up, she raised the left arm before her and slashed at the gash. The clone let out a startled gasp upon feeling a searing fire shoot through his limb, almost dropping the vial. He raised his eyes just when she calmly sunk her claws into her cheek, right onto the wounds, and slit it deeper down to her jaw.
It was the most horrendous sensation he had felt in a long time. He screamed not from the pain, or that it felt like bugs under his skin, but at how mellow Legion was about ripping apart Mew's body. Her expression barely changed except when the corners of her lips twitched at his sensory suffering.
"Stop it, Legion!" he shouted, struggling not to scratch at his face to rid himself of the feeling. "Please, stop! She is damaged enough already!"
The demon barked out a short laugh, dropping her hand to her side. "You are so typical, so quick to jump to conclusions. I am just making a point here. Now that you are of one mind and spirit, in a sense, if Mew ever hurts herself, you will feel that very pain. If she is happy, sad, angry, of any emotion, you will either sense it or develop that emotion as well. If you two were ever separated, you both can communicate with your hearts. Even from beyond the grave."
A smirk spread when Mewtwo quivered, still rubbing his face as he swallowed deep breaths to calm himself down. She circled him, taking care to run her tail across his shoulders to send him into more tremors. "But then again... it all depends on the strength of your bond. You can be eternal mates and still not be close. You two do not have to worry about that. If I am not mistaken, you two are very close. However, despite that tight bond, there are ways to break it, if only very few. One of them is for having one of you dead for too long a period of time. If one half is tired of waiting for their other half to return to them, they may find another mate. Which leads to the next possible way to break the bond..."
She let out a breathy chuckle, lowering herself down to his level and taking his chin into her paw. "It is something you may be familiar with, honey, having watched the humans do it for years. Unless you had the other mate's permission, you cannot get yourself a new mate, even for a one-night stand. But mates rarely share each other regardless, even as spirits. Infidelity is very frowned upon on the other side."
He jerked away. "What are you getting at?"
She leaned in to touch noses, running a finger down his jawbone. "You know what I want."
Shivers painfully racked his figure. "What do you want me to do?"
It felt like his heart had stopped when he saw the wicked gleam in her demonic eyes. She sensually licked her lips as her grin widened, and she drawled out her answer, "Fuck me. Hard."
With little time to react, Legion pounced on Mewtwo, wrestling him to the ground with ease. The clone's head smacked against one of the larger spires, stunning him enough to be pinned into the concave corner. He felt the bottle slip along his fingers, but was distracted when Mew sunk her claws into his face as she devoured his mouth, cutting her tongue past his lips. He shot his hands forward to push her off only for them to be aggressively repelled by an invisible force, and lay paralyzed on the crystals above him. With a chuckle, she thrust herself further against his lean body. Breathless, he struggled to put space between them to find he was completely flattened to the spire with barely any wriggle room.
He let out a pleading whimper to which she obliged in messily pulling back to give him air. "Re—Release me!" he managed to pant out, his eyes stinging from his forming tears.
With a smirk, she slurped the saliva off his chin, then bit her way down his throat and chest. Mewtwo fidgeted when her tail began stroking between his thighs, inducing his body heat to climb. The further Mew slid down his torso, the more he desperately fought against his restraints. He squinted at the harsh glow the crystals gave off, noticing they pulsated along with his climbing heart rate. As curious as it was, he easily pushed it from mind when he spotted the small bottle lying against a further spire a good several feet away. He noticed at a second, longer glance there was the possibility it fractured. Gritting his teeth, he attempted to ignore his strong headache to telepathically levitate it back until his counterpart suddenly paused directly above his pelvic bone. The fanged grin flashed when they crossed visions, freezing his insides.
Mew straightened up to straddle him, sticking out her chest to knead a breast. "Face it, darling, you cannot win if you do not fight me," she purred, a laugh at the tip of her tongue. "Even if you do, and you break this body, I will still come out the victor. You cannot kill me the way you could kill Mew if she were here right now. That is the difference between her and I: mortality, and immortality. As long as I am in control of this body, I can keep it alive and halt its aging. Which means you shall be mine for as long as it takes to give me what I want, even if I have to drain you dry." A twisted smile broadened when she tilted her head. "But I hear that until you die, your body will only make more. And since the female only has a certain amount of eggs, let us not waste anymore time." She lowered her hand behind her and began fondling.
Immediately, Mewtwo started to sweat and squirm from her intense touch. He fought back moans, though he could do little about his carnal actions as he felt himself unsheathe. "Think about what you are doing, Legion! You are making a grave mistake!"
She rode his every movement, her tongue licking across her bottom lip. "That feels lovely, does it not?" she cooed as his muscles tightened in endeavor to lift himself from the floor. "You have waited a hundred years too long to be this sensitive. Perhaps you are more cunning than I give you credit for."
Mewtwo's teeth and jaw locked from clenching too hard. "L-Le... Legion, you bastard—hhngh-AAH!"
Just as the sharp gasp trailed off, her eyes brightened when her hand brushed along the protrusion. "Yes, Mewtwo," she breathed out, raising her brows. A quiet cackle ripped out of her throat, running her fingers along its length. "Salute me."
A throbbing ache spread upward, and he was unable to hold off another cry upon throwing his head back, fighting to steady his breathing. His vision wavered, though he couldn't keep his eyes closed without growing nauseous, his thoughts muddled. A husky groan squeezed its way out of his chest from a stray, but well-placed stroke, his hips suddenly bucking. He struggled to throw her off, though she held on with her thighs.
"Relax, honey. It is normal to be anxious, but just give it a moment..."
He swiftly shook his head, straining to move his arms down. "P-Please... hear me out..."
"Oh, I will, dear," she snickered. "But it will not be just me. I want everyone to hear you enjoying it, even your beloved. I am certain she will find herself enjoying it as well." She let out a soft sigh and closed her eyes, her paw slowing its caressing. Mewtwo felt his body tremble from the adrenaline, cold perspiration running down his neck.
"What do you think the child will look like?" she whispered, gazing up at him beneath her eyelashes. The shadows across her eyes accentuated the piercing glow. "Will he be a mixture between you and Mew? Or possibly an exact replica of you? It is also possible he may look just like his mother. Unless you are wanting a specific look? I can do that. I would have to find the right egg and sperm, which may take a while, so we might as well get comfortable while you make up your mind."
Mewtwo swallowed nervously as Mew positioned herself right on the tip of his manhood, smiling evilly down at it. He tried to ignore the touches while his thoughts hurriedly recalled back to what the demon said, remembering there was a flaw. Wait... The right egg... egg... the ovulation period... The surgery... The poison!
Quickly glimpsing over at the bottle, he blurted out, "You overlooked one other detail, Legion."
She appeared intrigued. "Hmm? Are you telling me you are quick?" A pleased smile flashed, frightening him. "Well then, let me assist you."
He stopped her before she could make another move. "No, no, Legion, just listen to me," he pleaded. "There is something wrong here."
Her ears perked up when she made eye-contact. A cold wave flushed through his chest at the sight of a scowl. "What are you saying?"
Taking a deep breath to collect himself, he thought back to the brief topic of her ovulation. From there, as unpleasant as it was, the memory of Mew sprawled on a table screaming at the scientists as they cut out the baby came to mind. Then after that horrific moment, the ones of importance were the brief conversation between two of them about the surgery and its consequence, and Bridget's confession.
Mewtwo carefully thought out his response before speaking up. "Remember when Mew was in the lab?"
A brow rose. "Of course. I showed you the memory."
He slightly nodded. "So you know Mew had a Caesarean section."
"Correct. It is faded now, but you can see the scar if you look closely."
Biting his lip, he dared not look away from her eyes. "Notice where the incision is, how it is," he indicated. "It did not help they were not careful. Because of it, Mew will only have a few children before complications follow."
Mewtwo detected Mew's jaw nearly locking in place. "'Complications'?" she echoed.
"There is more." He swallowed down a lump in his throat, fighting back tears. "She also has a poison in her bloodstream that is lethal to the fetus. I-I do not know how much she consumed, but she had enough so that it will be part of her for a long time. How long, I do not know either. But she cannot get pregnant and expect the child to live. She... she will have miscarriages. You cannot prevent that."
The clone barely noticed his body was relaxing, that the hold on him was loosening. He still couldn't look away in fear Legion thought he was lying. But the longer he stared, the more he saw the shocked expression lighting up her eyes, her face paling and body trembling in place. The dark atmosphere around them started to press down, a faint glow sparking to life around her frame. Mewtwo inwardly flinched at the growing anger, keeping himself from holding his breath.
Steadily, Mew limply lifted herself off him, hands curling so tightly her claws broke the skin. Her lips pulled back from her clenched teeth, the slitted pupils shrank into the gray background as her eyes widened, and her tail sharply flicked. "Are you serious?" Her voice was quiet and cold.
His vision wavered a little when he nodded.
She shook her head harshly. "You cannot be serious," she snarled. "That cannot be. There is no way that can be plausible." Then she suddenly tensed, snapping her head up as her gaze flitted to the side, her mouth agape. Mewtwo thought she noticed the water until he saw a drop of sweat run down her temple, even heard the breath catch in her chest. She was mute for a long moment before she shook her head once more. "...you lie. You both lie."
Frowning, he turned to where the demon was staring at just to find nothing. However, right then and there, he could sense a familiar presence beside him. While he fretted over it, he took notice of a small weight on his shoulder, sending a wave of warmth running through his limb.
Legion shortly snapped out after an awkward silence, "You were delusional over that baby! You hated it, you did not want it! God answered your prayer, did He not?!"
Not a second later, his arms dropped to the floor. A wild look blazed in Mew's eye. "Get your paws off of him! He is mine!"
And then, Mewtwo clearly heard her voice like she was right by his ear. "He was never yours, Legion, much like that body."
He let out a small gasp and turned his head again. There was vaguely a faint outline he could see, levitating at his side. "...Mew?"
"You!" He swerved back over to find Legion glaring at him. "You knew she was here! You stalled for time!"
"Leave Mewtwo out of this," was the cool demand.
"Shut up, bitch!" the demon screamed at the crystals.
"It is I you want, Legion! You are in my body for a reason!"
"Shut up! You are dead! DEAD!"
"If I am dead, how can I still bleed? How can I still have a heart in death? You do not have the right to end a life when you don't have a life yourself."
"You lie, lie!" The impostor clutched Mew's head, pressing down her ears. "You cannot be here! You are in Prison for eternity! I placed you there myself!"
"Demons cannot judge spirits!"
"I AM A DEMON LORD! I CONDEMN THE DAMNED!"
"Condemn me then, Legion! If I am damned as you say, condemn me!"
"YOU HAD YOUR JUDGMENT! DAMNED, DAMNED!"
"You want judgment? Then kill me, Legion! Kill me!"
Mewtwo finally stood up, unwilling to hear their screams a second further. "Legion, I beg of you, cease this torment! Let her come back into her body! Release her, please!"
"LIKE HELL I AM!" Snapping Mew's head up, he unleashed a psychic attack that induced a blow to the clone's skull, cracking him into the spires at an angle. He slumped against them, wincing at the severe aches in his head and neck as his vision clouded over. "I will not release her, but I will take you up on an offer or two!"
Blood poured down the side of his face, a couple of rivers trickling into his eye and mouth. Wiping away the irritation, Mewtwo squinted in the hopes he still had some of his sight. When he was finally able to see, Legion was gone. He began panicking, sloppily pulling himself to his shaky feet.
"Legion! Mew!" he called out, leaning against the crystals. He hissed sharply and applied pressure to his arm, yet quickly brushed it aside. "Do not touch her, Legion! Where are you?!"
He winced when the echoes faded, and he dropped his gaze to the bottle. Carefully easing himself to his knees, he scooped it into his hand, eyes widening at the small puddle it had been lying in. Biting his lip, the clone held the vial up to the light, throat closing up to see it roughly half-drained. Rubbing away any tears that welled up, Mewtwo stood up with a groan, then growled at the shot of pain in his arm. Clutching it tightly once again, he stumbled from spire to spire, flinching at the gleam from the Heart when he hurried by. The presence of Mew was still in the chamber, so he let it guide him out. The throbs in his head made him dizzy, and black spots popping up in his line of vision didn't help. With a moan, he rounded a corner, collapsing against the wall for ballast. Through the haze across his vision, he saw what appeared to be daylight not far ahead and quickened his pace, hoping he was close to the end.
When he reached the exit, he suddenly couldn't feel Mew in his heart, and his strength gave out on him. He coughed from the dust and exhaustion, struggling to lift his head off the ground. His sight evened out as he gaped at Legion floating some feet ahead, leering down at him. There was a slight howl of wind rushing by, so Mewtwo hardly heard the demon say, "How the mighty have fallen."
He shook his head to clear his ears before listening again. "Your beloved put up a long fight, Mewtwo. She is a valiant, strong woman, the finest of her kind, and I cannot keep up with her any longer. I am going to let her go now like you asked me to. Do me a favor and take good care of her." Sighing, the demon raised a hand to rub the neck, then gave a wicked smirk. "That is, if you can catch her."
Digging the claws deep into flesh, he slit Mew's throat. Dark, thick blood bubbled out onto the rocky ground before Mewtwo, some splashing on his pallid face. He watched horrified as the devilish glare transitioned into a wide-eyed stare with a blink, the pupils disappeared from view; the evil laugh faded to an open-mouthed gasp; the erect, proud stance fell into a pathetic slump. Her head slowly lifted up to cross visions with him where he saw the light draining from the depths. Her lips wordlessly mouthed as she dropped from mid-air and disappeared beyond the cliff.
He had time to holler out her name before the winds carried it away.
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