A preview for my new chaptered fanfic, parallel to Rejected.
This story is simply a retelling of Mewtwo's story following the anime and movies timeline...
... but this fic is not a novelization for there is a MAJOR difference that changes everything.
Unlike in the canon, the scientists did not try to create Charmandertwo, Squirtletwo, Bulbasaurtwo, and Ambertwo. They decided, instead, to create several Mewtwos...
There is only one canon Mewtwo... yet there are six clones...
Things should turn out interesting, isn't it?
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FRAGMENTED REFLECTION
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PROLOGUE: SIX COPIES
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Who am I? Where am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? Why am I here?
Although they were many, the questions seemingly came from a single source...
He was born second-last so he hadn't seen it with his own eyes... but he knew that the others had already finished off the last scientists. It had something to do with the answers they had given to their questions...
Who am I? You are clones. Where am I? In a laboratory. Where did I come from? You were created using DNA from Mew. Where am I going? Nowhere ; you were just experiments. Why am I here? You were born to go beyond the limitations of the original.
They had not been pleased... not at all... and as he stood, eyes glowing, claws stained with blood, an identity was created...
The humans called them all "Mewtwo" without making any distinction between any of them... but already, it seemed that they were not identical... and feeling the need to differenciate each others, the blood-stained one obtained a name based on how he had disposed of the scientists...
Bloody... his claws stained with blood, his maniacal stare piercing their minds... it was obvious that although their bodies were mostly identical that their minds were not the same at all.
"His claws are all bloody..." commented one of the six clones, his young mind offended by such a horrific scene of violence...
"Bloody... maybe this is how I shall be known." said the Mewtwo with the blood-stained claws, thinking aloud. Maybe this was the way to break this anonymous state the humans had forced them into...
Since they lacked names... they would find names for themselves... and an idea came into Bloody's soul. He turned to the one who had stated that his claws were bloody... "Why are you so shocked? You're the only one with such a face..."
"Whiny..." muttered another clone, his heart burning with hatred toward the weak-hearted member of the group.
A second name... Bloody grinned. Barely born and yet, so much had been achieved considering their young age... and two of them already had names.
Among the six, two were more aware than the others... Sure, Bloody had a spark of intelligence in his mind and he had been quick to act when the humans revealed their purposes to them... but the spark of intelligence was sleeping. Those two minds, on another hand, were fully awake. One, with its feelings subtle, almost supressed... the other, having no feelings of its own at all.
The six stood in the middle of the burning ruins, awaiting something... they didn't know what. They were born with the bodies of adults, without a purpose, with nowhere to call home and no parents to guide and love them... Alone... alone in the world mere minutes after coming into existence. They didn't even know how to write the words they had been exchanging through telepathy... they didn't know what to call most of the objects surrounding them...
Bloody and the raging clone were indifferent when the strange machine passed over their heads. Whiny and the two awakened minds paid attention, however. Whiny became scared while the other two were intrigued...
Then, a figure approached the six... a figure not unlike the scientists yet different... a figure with an intense, piercing gaze. A figure wearing an orange suit of sorts... a strange figure...
"I am Giovanni." there was no fear in his voice. He approached them, unafraid of the six' power. This confidence intrigued Bloody and made Whiny feel so tiny and weak...
"Why are you here? Is there any purpose to this?" asked one of the two awakened minds.
Giovanni, as the figure called itself, grinned evilly... "Once you will have realized your potential, you will learn of your purpose. Allow me to help you realize your potential..."
The voice was convincing... a bit too much to the ears of one of the two awakened minds, the heartless one. Still, the six, despite their adult bodies, were definitely young... and as such, longed for the protection of a being... and although the scientists had proven to be nothing but disappointment and target pratice, this new being... Giovanni... he sounded and looked strong and confident... and instinctively, their minds determined him to be an adoptive father of sorts...
The six turned to each others... and they quickly came to a decision. Even Whiny agreed, despite being afraid of Giovanni. It was the most logical course of action... or so said the heartless awakened mind.
Bloody took the initiative and sent the message through telepathy... telling Giovanni how they accepted his help. Giovanni's smile widened and he invited the six to follow him.
Slowly, the seven figures left the burning ruins, setting toward an uncertain future, Giovanni leading them foward...
Whiny and the awakened one who had feelings turned back one last time, looking at the ruins as they left...
"Was this pleasant vision... just a dream?" asked Whiny to the slightly older clone...
"I don't know... I feel sad and yet... I don't know why... Maybe the orange being knows..." said the awakened being.
"Your words are kind... kind compared to the bloody one and the scary orange being..." replied Whiny as he caught up with the others.
The last being stood there... thinking... and seeing both Bloody and Giovanni turning to him, gazing at him angrily, the being was forced out of his thoughts and followed...
"Do clones... have a destiny?... We were not born to be mere experiments... I will discover what is our purpose... I must..." thought the awakened one as he caught up... and then, as he looked to the others, he wondered...
Bloody and Whiny had already found themselves names... but what would be his?
... his words are kind... kind compared to Bloody's...
Words...
... why not?
He shall be known as... Words.
=TO BE CONTINUED
This story is simply a retelling of Mewtwo's story following the anime and movies timeline...
... but this fic is not a novelization for there is a MAJOR difference that changes everything.
Unlike in the canon, the scientists did not try to create Charmandertwo, Squirtletwo, Bulbasaurtwo, and Ambertwo. They decided, instead, to create several Mewtwos...
There is only one canon Mewtwo... yet there are six clones...
Things should turn out interesting, isn't it?
==========================================================
FRAGMENTED REFLECTION
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
PROLOGUE: SIX COPIES
==========================================================
Who am I? Where am I? Where did I come from? Where am I going? Why am I here?
Although they were many, the questions seemingly came from a single source...
He was born second-last so he hadn't seen it with his own eyes... but he knew that the others had already finished off the last scientists. It had something to do with the answers they had given to their questions...
Who am I? You are clones. Where am I? In a laboratory. Where did I come from? You were created using DNA from Mew. Where am I going? Nowhere ; you were just experiments. Why am I here? You were born to go beyond the limitations of the original.
They had not been pleased... not at all... and as he stood, eyes glowing, claws stained with blood, an identity was created...
The humans called them all "Mewtwo" without making any distinction between any of them... but already, it seemed that they were not identical... and feeling the need to differenciate each others, the blood-stained one obtained a name based on how he had disposed of the scientists...
Bloody... his claws stained with blood, his maniacal stare piercing their minds... it was obvious that although their bodies were mostly identical that their minds were not the same at all.
"His claws are all bloody..." commented one of the six clones, his young mind offended by such a horrific scene of violence...
"Bloody... maybe this is how I shall be known." said the Mewtwo with the blood-stained claws, thinking aloud. Maybe this was the way to break this anonymous state the humans had forced them into...
Since they lacked names... they would find names for themselves... and an idea came into Bloody's soul. He turned to the one who had stated that his claws were bloody... "Why are you so shocked? You're the only one with such a face..."
"Whiny..." muttered another clone, his heart burning with hatred toward the weak-hearted member of the group.
A second name... Bloody grinned. Barely born and yet, so much had been achieved considering their young age... and two of them already had names.
Among the six, two were more aware than the others... Sure, Bloody had a spark of intelligence in his mind and he had been quick to act when the humans revealed their purposes to them... but the spark of intelligence was sleeping. Those two minds, on another hand, were fully awake. One, with its feelings subtle, almost supressed... the other, having no feelings of its own at all.
The six stood in the middle of the burning ruins, awaiting something... they didn't know what. They were born with the bodies of adults, without a purpose, with nowhere to call home and no parents to guide and love them... Alone... alone in the world mere minutes after coming into existence. They didn't even know how to write the words they had been exchanging through telepathy... they didn't know what to call most of the objects surrounding them...
Bloody and the raging clone were indifferent when the strange machine passed over their heads. Whiny and the two awakened minds paid attention, however. Whiny became scared while the other two were intrigued...
Then, a figure approached the six... a figure not unlike the scientists yet different... a figure with an intense, piercing gaze. A figure wearing an orange suit of sorts... a strange figure...
"I am Giovanni." there was no fear in his voice. He approached them, unafraid of the six' power. This confidence intrigued Bloody and made Whiny feel so tiny and weak...
"Why are you here? Is there any purpose to this?" asked one of the two awakened minds.
Giovanni, as the figure called itself, grinned evilly... "Once you will have realized your potential, you will learn of your purpose. Allow me to help you realize your potential..."
The voice was convincing... a bit too much to the ears of one of the two awakened minds, the heartless one. Still, the six, despite their adult bodies, were definitely young... and as such, longed for the protection of a being... and although the scientists had proven to be nothing but disappointment and target pratice, this new being... Giovanni... he sounded and looked strong and confident... and instinctively, their minds determined him to be an adoptive father of sorts...
The six turned to each others... and they quickly came to a decision. Even Whiny agreed, despite being afraid of Giovanni. It was the most logical course of action... or so said the heartless awakened mind.
Bloody took the initiative and sent the message through telepathy... telling Giovanni how they accepted his help. Giovanni's smile widened and he invited the six to follow him.
Slowly, the seven figures left the burning ruins, setting toward an uncertain future, Giovanni leading them foward...
Whiny and the awakened one who had feelings turned back one last time, looking at the ruins as they left...
"Was this pleasant vision... just a dream?" asked Whiny to the slightly older clone...
"I don't know... I feel sad and yet... I don't know why... Maybe the orange being knows..." said the awakened being.
"Your words are kind... kind compared to the bloody one and the scary orange being..." replied Whiny as he caught up with the others.
The last being stood there... thinking... and seeing both Bloody and Giovanni turning to him, gazing at him angrily, the being was forced out of his thoughts and followed...
"Do clones... have a destiny?... We were not born to be mere experiments... I will discover what is our purpose... I must..." thought the awakened one as he caught up... and then, as he looked to the others, he wondered...
Bloody and Whiny had already found themselves names... but what would be his?
... his words are kind... kind compared to Bloody's...
Words...
... why not?
He shall be known as... Words.
=TO BE CONTINUED