Dragonfree
Just me
Whee, yet another chaptered fic of mine.
This is actually one of my earlier works, but spiffed up quite a bit.
Yes, the second clone. That’s me. After the Mewtwo experiment failed so miserably, they made sure to clone a relatively weak, fairly common Pokémon like Sentret when they started fiddling with their cloning again.
And I was a complete success. My powers, while great, were not particularly dangerous, not even after I evolved. I could whip wild Sentret around my level with ease, but the higher-leveled Furret were nearly a match for me. I was the embodiment of perfection itself in their eyes, and as so they grew fond of me.
For example, my name. They always used to have DE No.1 written on my cage. The DE was some sort of an acronym – they usually called me DE-one amongst each other and referred to me directly as DE. I think it was one of the scientists’ young daughter who first misread it as “Denol”. They laughed at the time, but in the end they started calling me that too, figuring that just an acronym and a number made a sad excuse for a name. When government officials came to investigate the lab, I was proudly introduced as Denol the Furretwo, the first successful super-clone.
Anyway, those government officials complained that I couldn’t be kept in a cage for the rest of my life because of Pokémon cruelty, apparently, so the scientists scheduled my release. They made me infertile in some unpleasant surgery, placed a little metal object I didn’t quite get what was – I think they said it would enable them somehow to see where I was – under the skin on my neck, and finally released me to join the group of wild Sentret living not far away from the lab.
To be honest, I always liked the lab. The scientists would pet me, the injections were easy to get used to, and I got food whenever I pressed a lever. Truthfully, I wasn’t too keen on being free, but hey, it would seem rather pathetic to just run back inside, wouldn’t it? So that was why I shrugged it off and went to meet with the wild Sentret.
As it turned out, the wild Sentret didn’t like me very much. Much to my surprise, I found that the first Pokémon I ever battled, a small Sentret with a very long tail, was there. I remember when the scientists brought him in to test my abilities and I realized for the first time that violet fur wasn’t natural for my species; the normal Sentret was just an ugly brown. And he was a pathetic battler, too – a breeze to beat up.
Well, that particular Sentret turned out to be one called Ethan. Quite popular in the group; all the younger Sentret gathered around him and listened to every stupid word that escaped his mouth. I was the only one who realized he was full of crap. And now Ethan had been spreading some stupidity about how I supposedly ‘cheated’ in our battle by being a clone. By that logic, you could say that now I’m cheating by being an evolved Furretwo. And by the way, the winner is always cheating by being better. What an idiot.
But that was how I found myself plagued by his constant snide remarks and ignorant comments all day long after joining the colony.
“Still there acting all big, are you?” Ethan sneered. Yup, here we go again.
“So?” I retorted. “Yeah, I’m bigger and stronger than you. Get over it.”
“Oh, I’m so scared,” Ethan replied sarcastically; I saw him withdraw slightly into his crowd, though. How typical of him to try to intimidate me in a group. Our original battle was still fresh in both mine and his memory – it made the scientists think I’d do fine among others of my kind, and sure, I would have, if only Ethan hadn’t been the prick he was. He spread that annoying ‘cheating’ story. Not that the other Sentret didn’t think I was ugly, anyway, because I wasn’t the same color as them. They were pricks too.
“Really, do you need to be five together to even talk to me?” I snorted. “You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”
This ****** Ethan off; he growled at me, crouched to the ground and charged at me for a Headbutt. I rolled my eyes at his predictability before leaping out of the way in a blur, turning swiftly and tackling him in the air to throw him a meter backwards. He fell into the yellow grass and bounced against the ground like a rubber toy before rolling a few times over and then finally coming to a stop. I smirked at his sheer lack of skill.
Ethan got up with difficulty after a few seconds, his ears and tail hanging down. He gave me a nasty glare before disappearing into his hole. His friends stared after him and then looked at me with wide eyes. That was more like it. Now don’t mess with the second clone, will you?
I casually licked my paw to emphasize my point, but a high-pitched shriek from one of the scouts interrupted – an urgent Arbok warning. I watched them flee horrified into their underground homes, away from their most feared opponent, and wondered if I had discovered a way to prove myself.
I looked around as the last of the striped tails disappeared underground. The only thing they were ever better than me at was camouflaging. Perhaps the scientists made me purple so I would be easier to spot if I escaped by accident, but for a wild Pokémon this was very frustrating. I stood out like a sore thumb in all the tall, dull yellow grass. The only thing I could rely on for defense was my powers.
Oh, there it was. A purple cobra snake Pokémon slithered sneakily in the grass nearby, its tongue flicking out every now and then. I concentrated my psychic energy – because those were my main additional powers – and messed with its mind a little bit. Hmm, a female. She shrieked in mental pain, thrashing about where she was and completely forgetting about hiding.
Then I noticed that she wasn’t alone. Following her was a young, blond-haired human boy. He stopped to stare at me and his Arbok for a second, and then proceeded to yell, “It’s the Furretwo I saw on TV!”
Great.
He threw a red and white sphere at me; I ran off to the side but the ball hit the tip of my tail and opened. Stupid tail. I fought to concentrate and keep myself solid, smashing the ball back towards the human.
“Arbok, Poison Fang!”
The snake-like creature lunged down at me with a hiss and sank her poisonous fangs into my skin. Slightly numb, I retaliated with another Confusion just to get her off me. It was successful and I started retreating to the Sentret holes, but then realized I wasn’t making much of a name for myself by running away.
I turned around. The Arbok appeared to be severely weakened. Perhaps I had a chance.
I focused all my power for another psychic distraction while I quickly approached her and slammed my tail into her head. The snake spread out the two patterned flaps on either side of her neck in some sort of an attempt to scare me away – instinct, I’m guessing – but then dropped limply to the ground, hopefully out cold.
Now that I had done something heroic, the Sentret would have to accept me as somebody great, and at least much greater than that idiot Ethan, right? I ran back towards the Sentret holes, but just before I managed to slip into the safety of my hole, I felt the poison kick in again and immobilize me for a second.
Then everything went white.
This is actually one of my earlier works, but spiffed up quite a bit.
The Second Clone
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Yes, the second clone. That’s me. After the Mewtwo experiment failed so miserably, they made sure to clone a relatively weak, fairly common Pokémon like Sentret when they started fiddling with their cloning again.
And I was a complete success. My powers, while great, were not particularly dangerous, not even after I evolved. I could whip wild Sentret around my level with ease, but the higher-leveled Furret were nearly a match for me. I was the embodiment of perfection itself in their eyes, and as so they grew fond of me.
For example, my name. They always used to have DE No.1 written on my cage. The DE was some sort of an acronym – they usually called me DE-one amongst each other and referred to me directly as DE. I think it was one of the scientists’ young daughter who first misread it as “Denol”. They laughed at the time, but in the end they started calling me that too, figuring that just an acronym and a number made a sad excuse for a name. When government officials came to investigate the lab, I was proudly introduced as Denol the Furretwo, the first successful super-clone.
Anyway, those government officials complained that I couldn’t be kept in a cage for the rest of my life because of Pokémon cruelty, apparently, so the scientists scheduled my release. They made me infertile in some unpleasant surgery, placed a little metal object I didn’t quite get what was – I think they said it would enable them somehow to see where I was – under the skin on my neck, and finally released me to join the group of wild Sentret living not far away from the lab.
To be honest, I always liked the lab. The scientists would pet me, the injections were easy to get used to, and I got food whenever I pressed a lever. Truthfully, I wasn’t too keen on being free, but hey, it would seem rather pathetic to just run back inside, wouldn’t it? So that was why I shrugged it off and went to meet with the wild Sentret.
As it turned out, the wild Sentret didn’t like me very much. Much to my surprise, I found that the first Pokémon I ever battled, a small Sentret with a very long tail, was there. I remember when the scientists brought him in to test my abilities and I realized for the first time that violet fur wasn’t natural for my species; the normal Sentret was just an ugly brown. And he was a pathetic battler, too – a breeze to beat up.
Well, that particular Sentret turned out to be one called Ethan. Quite popular in the group; all the younger Sentret gathered around him and listened to every stupid word that escaped his mouth. I was the only one who realized he was full of crap. And now Ethan had been spreading some stupidity about how I supposedly ‘cheated’ in our battle by being a clone. By that logic, you could say that now I’m cheating by being an evolved Furretwo. And by the way, the winner is always cheating by being better. What an idiot.
But that was how I found myself plagued by his constant snide remarks and ignorant comments all day long after joining the colony.
“Still there acting all big, are you?” Ethan sneered. Yup, here we go again.
“So?” I retorted. “Yeah, I’m bigger and stronger than you. Get over it.”
“Oh, I’m so scared,” Ethan replied sarcastically; I saw him withdraw slightly into his crowd, though. How typical of him to try to intimidate me in a group. Our original battle was still fresh in both mine and his memory – it made the scientists think I’d do fine among others of my kind, and sure, I would have, if only Ethan hadn’t been the prick he was. He spread that annoying ‘cheating’ story. Not that the other Sentret didn’t think I was ugly, anyway, because I wasn’t the same color as them. They were pricks too.
“Really, do you need to be five together to even talk to me?” I snorted. “You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”
This ****** Ethan off; he growled at me, crouched to the ground and charged at me for a Headbutt. I rolled my eyes at his predictability before leaping out of the way in a blur, turning swiftly and tackling him in the air to throw him a meter backwards. He fell into the yellow grass and bounced against the ground like a rubber toy before rolling a few times over and then finally coming to a stop. I smirked at his sheer lack of skill.
Ethan got up with difficulty after a few seconds, his ears and tail hanging down. He gave me a nasty glare before disappearing into his hole. His friends stared after him and then looked at me with wide eyes. That was more like it. Now don’t mess with the second clone, will you?
I casually licked my paw to emphasize my point, but a high-pitched shriek from one of the scouts interrupted – an urgent Arbok warning. I watched them flee horrified into their underground homes, away from their most feared opponent, and wondered if I had discovered a way to prove myself.
I looked around as the last of the striped tails disappeared underground. The only thing they were ever better than me at was camouflaging. Perhaps the scientists made me purple so I would be easier to spot if I escaped by accident, but for a wild Pokémon this was very frustrating. I stood out like a sore thumb in all the tall, dull yellow grass. The only thing I could rely on for defense was my powers.
Oh, there it was. A purple cobra snake Pokémon slithered sneakily in the grass nearby, its tongue flicking out every now and then. I concentrated my psychic energy – because those were my main additional powers – and messed with its mind a little bit. Hmm, a female. She shrieked in mental pain, thrashing about where she was and completely forgetting about hiding.
Then I noticed that she wasn’t alone. Following her was a young, blond-haired human boy. He stopped to stare at me and his Arbok for a second, and then proceeded to yell, “It’s the Furretwo I saw on TV!”
Great.
He threw a red and white sphere at me; I ran off to the side but the ball hit the tip of my tail and opened. Stupid tail. I fought to concentrate and keep myself solid, smashing the ball back towards the human.
“Arbok, Poison Fang!”
The snake-like creature lunged down at me with a hiss and sank her poisonous fangs into my skin. Slightly numb, I retaliated with another Confusion just to get her off me. It was successful and I started retreating to the Sentret holes, but then realized I wasn’t making much of a name for myself by running away.
I turned around. The Arbok appeared to be severely weakened. Perhaps I had a chance.
I focused all my power for another psychic distraction while I quickly approached her and slammed my tail into her head. The snake spread out the two patterned flaps on either side of her neck in some sort of an attempt to scare me away – instinct, I’m guessing – but then dropped limply to the ground, hopefully out cold.
Now that I had done something heroic, the Sentret would have to accept me as somebody great, and at least much greater than that idiot Ethan, right? I ran back towards the Sentret holes, but just before I managed to slip into the safety of my hole, I felt the poison kick in again and immobilize me for a second.
Then everything went white.
