(Rating: G)
OFF: just a random one-shot, writen like that after getting some inspiration from somewhere. There must probably be some grammar mistakes here and there... but I believe that it should be readable.
Comments are welcome ; feel free to post once you are done reading.
Note that for once, something I write don't end up with a "R/M" rating! Joy!
Now, enjoy!
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THE SHADOW AND THE IMAGE
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ONE-SHOT
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I stood there, eyes closed, feeling the breeze...
So quiet... so calm... so nice...
... maybe a bit too much. How long since my last battle with the Chosen One had ended? A year? Two? Ten? One hundred?
... to one whose life does not end, time has little meaning... and as such, I was unable to figure it out.
All that I know is that his fate is not something I enjoyed seeing...
It is strange... I always thought that I would be happy and celebrate, the day I would triumph over Ash Ketchum, that so-called Chosen One... yet... the victory was empty and unfulfilling... If I can call this a victory.
Years had passed since the end of his Pokemon Journey and he emerged as a true Pokemon Master, victorious over all Leagues. Sure, he had to re-do a few... but still, he had won. But merely at the age of thirty years, Ash exiled himself.
Why did he do so?
Pikachu... Pikachu Raystar Lightheart, his first Pokemon and a true friend. This Pokemon had no Legendary Pokemon blood in his veins... and that surprised me. He was so powerful... much more than any Pikachu I ever seen... and he was brave. Maybe it was this righteous fury that gave him his strenght. His body might have been weak... but his soul was strong.
I still remember him... his tiny mouse figure standing before me, unafraid of me and my powers... I will never forget his bravery.
... but I cannot say the same for humanity.
Nobody cared for Pikachu's death except his friends. The only thing they could say about Pikachu's death was "What Pokemon will he choose as a replacement?"
... such a disgusting behaviour.
In the following year, most of Ash's Pokemon died of old age... for Pokemon have short life spans, living only twenty years at most. Pikachu had lived for an exceptionnally long time... twenty-two years... two years above the limit and he became sick only in the final three months...
Only his Charizard, the dragon blood preserving him, remained at his side...
Ash became depressed. He stopped competing in the Leagues and left his Champion title behind. Two years later, his son reached the age of Pokemon training... and Ash lost all hope.
His son became Ash's worst nightmare. Neither he, Misty, Brock, May, Max, or anyone could reason with him... No one understood what drove him to become such a merciless, heartless trainer... and when he became Champion, a new threat rose... The greed... the sheer evil... The cold logic of using Pokemon as tools rather than seek to understand them and befriend them.
Ash exiled himself to Mt.Silver and never spoke a single word again while his son spreaded his vile ways, convincing the new generations of trainers to turn their Pokemon into slaves and to disregard love. Love does not win badges and ribbons. Friendship does not capture Pokemon for you. To force a Pokemon to obey via terror is so much faster, easier, and more efficient than gaining it's trust...
The Chosen One refused to attempt to stop me in my plans... and the world's former heroes fell into disgrace, their way regarded as obsolete and stupid. The new generation did not care about me, neither... They did not understood how dangerous I was. To them, I am just one more number... just one among any others...
I could have ruled the world. With the Chosen One and all the heroes out of the way, I could have unleashed my legions of underlings, defeated humanity, broke the order of this world, and crushed all those who oppose me...
... but although I had always been convinced that my destiny was to rule this world... I just couldn't do it in the end.
For some reason, I had grown to like seeing Ash rise up to fight me. I liked the way he would stand, in defiance, alongside his Pokemon and how their Pokemon, although technically mere insects compared to me, would inflict harsh defeat upon me time and time again...
It was a struggle, a challenge both mentally, physically, and in the moral sense. To prove that my cause was worth it... to prove that I had what it took to rule this world... that I was the One, not him...
... but at this time, it all fell to ashes. With my enemies gone, taking over the world seemed so pointless to me... it was all a waste of efforts to my eyes now... and I lost all motivation.
So... I just released my underlings to let them do as they please, terminated the souless and the suffering, and destroyed my own bases, ridding this world of any trace of the existence of my attempts at world domination.
Now... the world has stood, quiet, for many years... too many years.
Mew should have chosen a new Chosen One by now... and yet, nothing.
In fact... where is she?
Many times, Mew would visit me and although she annoyed me at first, I grew to appreciate her presence. In fact, through some experiments on her DNA, I think I was about to make a great breakthrough... something that would have changed her way of seeing me as well as my own way of seeing her... forever.
However... Mew became more and more worried as she came to me. I sensed a vague sense of dread and fear inside of her heart... and she also came less and less often...
... then, someday, she stopped coming entirely... and the sun became dull for some reason... the days became darker, as if the light of the sunshine had weakened... or rather, as if it had lost a part of what made it so bright.
Then, the water... it begun to taste awful unstead of just tasting nothing... and temperature seemed to be either too hot or too cold, never right... and then, there was also the constant storms, the machinery's mysterious malfunctions...
Were all of these flaws always there?... or did something happen? I see the world and yet... it's so calm and peaceful... yet, my heart aches and I feel that it is all a lie...
"POKEMON!" huh? A human's voice? How can this be? This island... it is isolated by a magical storm! It's impossible!
I turned around, wondering if it was my imagination... and fell face to face with a generic, boring trainer. I rolled my eyes and sighed. He shouldn't be here but now that he is... I must take care of him.
"Heeeeeey!" he yelped in surprise, as a blue aura appeared around him, the sign that he was going to blast off toward who knows where.
"Disappear." that was all that I said as I sent him flying toward the continent of Kanto... with his memories removed, of course. I wonder how the humans will react seeing an amnesiac human missile crash in the middle of Pallet Town. Heeheehee... err... whatever.
Such an unsettling event... he's the third one, I believe. I sent both of the others flying away as soon as I seen them... although what the second one said weirded me out...
"Hey! It's a wild Mewtwo!"
... a wild Mewtwo?
I had always believed that my existence had remained strictly secret... I also believed that I was the only clone of Mew ever to exist. I had destroyed the only laboratory where my DNA was stored after breaking out of my statis cell, after all...
Still, trainers tend to do this. They see an unique character and say "Hey! It's A Pokemon!" even if that person is unique. There is an exception however... they do not do this for humans. Humans are never called "a human". They never say "Hey! A human!" No... humans are always considered unique... even if they are common. Yet, unique creatures are spoken about as if they were common?
... what a strange and rather insulting habit...
... but maybe that...
...
... what a stupid thought! That could never happen?
... huh?
I think I heard something in that bush, there. Must have been my imagina...
!!!
I'm sure I heard something! Too loud for it to be anything else!
This island is devoid of all life besides me! No wild Pokemon exist on it! So... it must have been one of the trainers' Pokeballs that opened itself when he was sent flying! Which trainer's was it?... I don't know but whoever it is, that Pokemon shall suffer the same fate as the humans did!
Ha HA! There you...
!!!
OH MY DEAR MEW!
This is... this just cannot... that... Okay... that must have been that stupid water... No wonder it tastes strange! I should have filtered it! Now, I'm having hallucinations!
This is... just...
I folded the air around my air, pinching myself slightly...
OW!
... now, is the vision gone?
... no. It's STILL here...
"Oh! Hi! Heeheehee!" that THING giggled in an all-too familiar feminine, cute, innocent voice... but it was not the same voice.
Mew's voice was pleasant and soothing... that... that... thingy's... voice is anything but pleasant. It feels awfully fake...
"My name is Meowlie! What is yours?" she's happy... my instincts tell me that... also that she is female.
... I should just blast her and forget about it already...
I pointed my finger at her and concentrated... the blue aura appeared... but... but... ! She's struggling... UGH!
"What are you doing?!?" JUST BLAST OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!
... ACK!
... I stopped concentrating. Her powers do not match mine... in fact, she is vastly inferior... but blasting away would require far too much energy and would leave me weakened... and I do not want to tempt fate.
"What was that for?!?" well... since she is definitely real, I guess I should answer...
"I am sorry... but this island is off-limits. I will send you away and remove your memories, now." I stated, looking at her very carefully. I really don't understand... how can she look like this? It's just... too weird.
"What? Don't be so territorial! Besides... I didn't smell the scent of anyone here besides you. You must probably be lonely!... and well, I don't see why a cute male like you would be bothered by a female entering his territory!" the way she's speaking... I just don't like it. Yes, Mew spoke to me in such a way, when our friendship begun to turn weird and before she became afraid... but still! I don't like it! It's not the same! It's not the same at all!
"Look... just leave me. I have no time to waste with you. I am a very busy person." she seems upset. She frowns, staring at me angrily...
"FINE!... but at least, tell me your name!... JERK!" I was designed for such situations... sigh! Well... I guess I'll have to bear with it! Why couldn't they design me in such a way that I wouldn't be totally hopeless regarding social interactions?... but well, my original purpose was not to be charismatic, after all...
So... I guess I'll tell her. "My name is Mewtwo." I felt awkward. I am used to give people my name, showing off as an impressive evil mastermind or as a mysterious, ominous shadow... not being forced to reveal my name to a stupid thingy that is treating me as if I was just a common Pidgey!
Huh? She's giggling? There's nothing funny with my name. Well... sure, it's not original... but I grew to accept and even like it. Yes... maybe I am a clone... a shadow... but who else in the world can actually claim to be Mew's clone and shadow?... and anyway, am I really a shadow? I am so radically different from her that it is safe to assume that rather than creating a shadow, they created a different specie based off her... or maybe a male for Mew's specie. After all, the male of the Miltank specie looks nothing like a Miltank... and we cannot say that Nidokings and Nidoqueens look identical.
But maybe it was more because of laziness and habit. I couldn't find myself a better name and anyway, all those I knew that needed to know my name were accustomed to my name of Mewtwo...
Really... I don't understand. Why would she laugh at my name?
"Oh you silly male! I was asking for your name, not your specie!" huh? What?
"Sorry but humor is neither understood or appreciated in this case." I said, raising an eyebrow. The way she smiles... she look at me in the same way a "superior" trained Pokemon look at a wild Pokemon... and this makes me want to hurt her... BADLY!
"Nah! Don't take it so hard! Many wild Mewtwos don't have names, after all..." she said, winking. You know... although it might take a lot of my energy, maybe sending her flying isn't such a bad idea after all...
"There is no such thing as wild Mewtwos. There is no such thing as many Mewtwos! I am THE Mewtwo! I am the one and only Pokemon cloned from Mew!" she can barely contain her laugh... AND I CAN BARELY CONTAIN MY RAGE!!!
... why am I getting so angry?... but then, although I am normally imperveous to insults... that creature's shape... when I look at her, it makes me feel all empty and awful. When I look at her, I sense the better part of myself dying... I feel as if I had lost what made me unique and as if I had truly became nothing more than a clone of Mew unstead of an truly unique being.
"Yeah right! So... which generation are you? Omega? Delta?... or are you a naturally born Mewtwo?" what is she talking about?!? She smiled in that stupid way again... "Or maybe were you born from Mew? Cloned directly from her or through live birth?"
"What did you say about Mew? Cloned directly? Only humans could do that and the data on her DNA is gone!" I stated... but then, she simply rolled her eyes, much to my annoyance.
"What do you mean, the data gone? Why would the need data? Mew is owned by the scientists of Holon. They have been creating various Mewtwos and have attempted created actual Mews from her for years!"
...
... you lie...
... you... lie...
This... this cannot be true... this is impossible... Mew would never get caught by stupid humans... by stupid, uncaring humans...
You lie... you are a liar... you cannot be saying the truth... it just... cannot be!
N... N... NO! I refuse to accept this!
I must get a confirmation! I will prove that this is a lie! I shall extract the truth from your stupid brain and expose your lies!... and that, even if I must rip apart your entire mind!
I grabbed her by the neck with both hands and begun to choke her. She struggled but I was so enraged that my full power was overwhelming her petty skills easily. I crushed her psychic resistence and weakened her just enough so that I might keep her weak without either fainting or killing her.
Then, I crushed her will and went deep inside of her mind... into her memories...
... ... ... ...
... I...
I... I...
I... no... just no... just no... noooo...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
IMPOSSIBLE! I... I JUST WON'T BELIEVE IT! I CAN'T AND WON'T!
I... I... NO!
Wake up Mewtwo... WAKE UP! This is a nightmare... a stupid nightmare! This is not true! I cannot... I cannot... no...
They cannot have made a whole specie of me... it just... NO!
I refuse to be one more entry on the Pokedex! I refuse to be a common, generic Pokemon! I refuse the thought of Mew being victim of those awful, inhuman experiments! I refuse those ideas! I reject them! I loathe them!
I loathe the idea of being just one among many! The idea of being just "one more Mewtwo"!
I am NOT a Mewtwo! I am Mewtwo, the one and only! I am unique! The only one who shares part of Mew's DNA!
I... I...
...
How... how...
How did this happen?
...
I have been a fool...
This was... why no Chosen One appeared... why Mew disappeared... why the elements vanished...
The cursed humans... they became ruthless... the Legendaries have fallen... Mew was caught... and a whole specie of me now exists...
All this... to fuel the humans' stupid thirst for power...
"Don't cry..." you're so souless... so empty... that you cannot hold a grudge against me for attacking you. "A Pokemon cannot be evil. Only it's trainer is." I despise this saying... I was the Pokemon World's ultimate evil and yet, I was unique... I was... free...
You're just one more trained Pokemon. I don't want your mercy... I only want... to come back in time... Maybe I could prevent those events from ever happening? Prevent Mew's capture... prevent my specie from appearing...
So many regrets... everything had went so wrong and I only notice it now... I am such a fool...
"I'm... not just one more Mewtwo... I am... unique... This just... it's just... impossible..." I... I am suffering with all of my soul... The pain... is unbearable... my identity... it's gone... My pride... my dignity... is gone... The one I cared about... gone...
"You are sad and lonely. Don't worry... my trainer can help you. He will show you the love that a human can have for a Pokemon..." I wiped the tears off my eyes. What have I been thinking? Crying? Me? I am Mewtwo... I won't cry! I will destroy this clone!... I will destroy all those copies of me and free Mew! I will show those humans! I shall get materials and build up my army all over again... and then, I shall crush those pitiful humans... ALL OF THEM!!! ALL OF THEM, YOU HEAR ME?!? NONE WILL ESCAPE MY WRATH!!!
HUH?!?...
ACK!!!
... a... a Metronome... turning into a Horn Drill... the instant KO attack... and a direct hit to the chest...
Uuurgh... I... I refuse to go down so easily... I just won't... I will crush you... I will crush everyone... I...
... urgh... so tired... can't... concentrate... so... tired...
CLAC!
... I... no...
Please... I... I do not deserve this... please... no...
FWOOOOOSH!
... wobble... wobble... wobble...
CLAC!
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"So... you're back?" asked a trainer to another trainer.
The second trained nodded. "Yep! Back from that weird island!"
The first trainer smiled. "Really? Anything interesting there?" he asked.
"Nope! The place stinks! All there was out there was a single wild Mewtwo!" replied the second trainer, annoyed.
"Really? What gender is it? I need a male Mewtwo for breeding. I'm trying to create a perfect Mewtwo for taking on the Pokemon League!" asked the first trainer, interested.
"What? Bah! Mewtwos are generic, common, and just boring! Why would you want to conquer the Pokemon League with a Mewtwo? No... I say, using something like an Articuno would be better!... or maybe we should wait until the first successful Mew copies are done so that we may be the first to conquer the Pokemon League using Mews!" said the second trainer.
"Maybe... but well, for now, will you trade your new Mewtwo for one of my Articunos?" asked the first trainer, still smiling.
The trainers quickly swapped Pokeballs. "There! Now, I have stuff to do so... see ya later!" said the second trainer leaving quickly.
The first trainer stared at the Pokeball, smiling. "Excellent! Now that I have a male Mewtwo, I can start the breeding!... I wonder what it's thinking. It must like it, being in there. Pokemon enjoy the virtual environment within, after all..."
The trainer turned to the horizon, placing the Pokeball on his belt. He then begun the treck toward his destination...
"I... don't want... to be just one among many..." a thought passed through the mind of a nameless, common Mewtwo.
=THE END=
OFF: just a random one-shot, writen like that after getting some inspiration from somewhere. There must probably be some grammar mistakes here and there... but I believe that it should be readable.
Comments are welcome ; feel free to post once you are done reading.
Note that for once, something I write don't end up with a "R/M" rating! Joy!
Now, enjoy!
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THE SHADOW AND THE IMAGE
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ONE-SHOT
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I stood there, eyes closed, feeling the breeze...
So quiet... so calm... so nice...
... maybe a bit too much. How long since my last battle with the Chosen One had ended? A year? Two? Ten? One hundred?
... to one whose life does not end, time has little meaning... and as such, I was unable to figure it out.
All that I know is that his fate is not something I enjoyed seeing...
It is strange... I always thought that I would be happy and celebrate, the day I would triumph over Ash Ketchum, that so-called Chosen One... yet... the victory was empty and unfulfilling... If I can call this a victory.
Years had passed since the end of his Pokemon Journey and he emerged as a true Pokemon Master, victorious over all Leagues. Sure, he had to re-do a few... but still, he had won. But merely at the age of thirty years, Ash exiled himself.
Why did he do so?
Pikachu... Pikachu Raystar Lightheart, his first Pokemon and a true friend. This Pokemon had no Legendary Pokemon blood in his veins... and that surprised me. He was so powerful... much more than any Pikachu I ever seen... and he was brave. Maybe it was this righteous fury that gave him his strenght. His body might have been weak... but his soul was strong.
I still remember him... his tiny mouse figure standing before me, unafraid of me and my powers... I will never forget his bravery.
... but I cannot say the same for humanity.
Nobody cared for Pikachu's death except his friends. The only thing they could say about Pikachu's death was "What Pokemon will he choose as a replacement?"
... such a disgusting behaviour.
In the following year, most of Ash's Pokemon died of old age... for Pokemon have short life spans, living only twenty years at most. Pikachu had lived for an exceptionnally long time... twenty-two years... two years above the limit and he became sick only in the final three months...
Only his Charizard, the dragon blood preserving him, remained at his side...
Ash became depressed. He stopped competing in the Leagues and left his Champion title behind. Two years later, his son reached the age of Pokemon training... and Ash lost all hope.
His son became Ash's worst nightmare. Neither he, Misty, Brock, May, Max, or anyone could reason with him... No one understood what drove him to become such a merciless, heartless trainer... and when he became Champion, a new threat rose... The greed... the sheer evil... The cold logic of using Pokemon as tools rather than seek to understand them and befriend them.
Ash exiled himself to Mt.Silver and never spoke a single word again while his son spreaded his vile ways, convincing the new generations of trainers to turn their Pokemon into slaves and to disregard love. Love does not win badges and ribbons. Friendship does not capture Pokemon for you. To force a Pokemon to obey via terror is so much faster, easier, and more efficient than gaining it's trust...
The Chosen One refused to attempt to stop me in my plans... and the world's former heroes fell into disgrace, their way regarded as obsolete and stupid. The new generation did not care about me, neither... They did not understood how dangerous I was. To them, I am just one more number... just one among any others...
I could have ruled the world. With the Chosen One and all the heroes out of the way, I could have unleashed my legions of underlings, defeated humanity, broke the order of this world, and crushed all those who oppose me...
... but although I had always been convinced that my destiny was to rule this world... I just couldn't do it in the end.
For some reason, I had grown to like seeing Ash rise up to fight me. I liked the way he would stand, in defiance, alongside his Pokemon and how their Pokemon, although technically mere insects compared to me, would inflict harsh defeat upon me time and time again...
It was a struggle, a challenge both mentally, physically, and in the moral sense. To prove that my cause was worth it... to prove that I had what it took to rule this world... that I was the One, not him...
... but at this time, it all fell to ashes. With my enemies gone, taking over the world seemed so pointless to me... it was all a waste of efforts to my eyes now... and I lost all motivation.
So... I just released my underlings to let them do as they please, terminated the souless and the suffering, and destroyed my own bases, ridding this world of any trace of the existence of my attempts at world domination.
Now... the world has stood, quiet, for many years... too many years.
Mew should have chosen a new Chosen One by now... and yet, nothing.
In fact... where is she?
Many times, Mew would visit me and although she annoyed me at first, I grew to appreciate her presence. In fact, through some experiments on her DNA, I think I was about to make a great breakthrough... something that would have changed her way of seeing me as well as my own way of seeing her... forever.
However... Mew became more and more worried as she came to me. I sensed a vague sense of dread and fear inside of her heart... and she also came less and less often...
... then, someday, she stopped coming entirely... and the sun became dull for some reason... the days became darker, as if the light of the sunshine had weakened... or rather, as if it had lost a part of what made it so bright.
Then, the water... it begun to taste awful unstead of just tasting nothing... and temperature seemed to be either too hot or too cold, never right... and then, there was also the constant storms, the machinery's mysterious malfunctions...
Were all of these flaws always there?... or did something happen? I see the world and yet... it's so calm and peaceful... yet, my heart aches and I feel that it is all a lie...
"POKEMON!" huh? A human's voice? How can this be? This island... it is isolated by a magical storm! It's impossible!
I turned around, wondering if it was my imagination... and fell face to face with a generic, boring trainer. I rolled my eyes and sighed. He shouldn't be here but now that he is... I must take care of him.
"Heeeeeey!" he yelped in surprise, as a blue aura appeared around him, the sign that he was going to blast off toward who knows where.
"Disappear." that was all that I said as I sent him flying toward the continent of Kanto... with his memories removed, of course. I wonder how the humans will react seeing an amnesiac human missile crash in the middle of Pallet Town. Heeheehee... err... whatever.
Such an unsettling event... he's the third one, I believe. I sent both of the others flying away as soon as I seen them... although what the second one said weirded me out...
"Hey! It's a wild Mewtwo!"
... a wild Mewtwo?
I had always believed that my existence had remained strictly secret... I also believed that I was the only clone of Mew ever to exist. I had destroyed the only laboratory where my DNA was stored after breaking out of my statis cell, after all...
Still, trainers tend to do this. They see an unique character and say "Hey! It's A Pokemon!" even if that person is unique. There is an exception however... they do not do this for humans. Humans are never called "a human". They never say "Hey! A human!" No... humans are always considered unique... even if they are common. Yet, unique creatures are spoken about as if they were common?
... what a strange and rather insulting habit...
... but maybe that...
...
... what a stupid thought! That could never happen?
... huh?
I think I heard something in that bush, there. Must have been my imagina...
!!!
I'm sure I heard something! Too loud for it to be anything else!
This island is devoid of all life besides me! No wild Pokemon exist on it! So... it must have been one of the trainers' Pokeballs that opened itself when he was sent flying! Which trainer's was it?... I don't know but whoever it is, that Pokemon shall suffer the same fate as the humans did!
Ha HA! There you...
!!!
OH MY DEAR MEW!
This is... this just cannot... that... Okay... that must have been that stupid water... No wonder it tastes strange! I should have filtered it! Now, I'm having hallucinations!
This is... just...
I folded the air around my air, pinching myself slightly...
OW!
... now, is the vision gone?
... no. It's STILL here...
"Oh! Hi! Heeheehee!" that THING giggled in an all-too familiar feminine, cute, innocent voice... but it was not the same voice.
Mew's voice was pleasant and soothing... that... that... thingy's... voice is anything but pleasant. It feels awfully fake...
"My name is Meowlie! What is yours?" she's happy... my instincts tell me that... also that she is female.
... I should just blast her and forget about it already...
I pointed my finger at her and concentrated... the blue aura appeared... but... but... ! She's struggling... UGH!
"What are you doing?!?" JUST BLAST OFF AND LEAVE ME ALONE ALREADY!
... ACK!
... I stopped concentrating. Her powers do not match mine... in fact, she is vastly inferior... but blasting away would require far too much energy and would leave me weakened... and I do not want to tempt fate.
"What was that for?!?" well... since she is definitely real, I guess I should answer...
"I am sorry... but this island is off-limits. I will send you away and remove your memories, now." I stated, looking at her very carefully. I really don't understand... how can she look like this? It's just... too weird.
"What? Don't be so territorial! Besides... I didn't smell the scent of anyone here besides you. You must probably be lonely!... and well, I don't see why a cute male like you would be bothered by a female entering his territory!" the way she's speaking... I just don't like it. Yes, Mew spoke to me in such a way, when our friendship begun to turn weird and before she became afraid... but still! I don't like it! It's not the same! It's not the same at all!
"Look... just leave me. I have no time to waste with you. I am a very busy person." she seems upset. She frowns, staring at me angrily...
"FINE!... but at least, tell me your name!... JERK!" I was designed for such situations... sigh! Well... I guess I'll have to bear with it! Why couldn't they design me in such a way that I wouldn't be totally hopeless regarding social interactions?... but well, my original purpose was not to be charismatic, after all...
So... I guess I'll tell her. "My name is Mewtwo." I felt awkward. I am used to give people my name, showing off as an impressive evil mastermind or as a mysterious, ominous shadow... not being forced to reveal my name to a stupid thingy that is treating me as if I was just a common Pidgey!
Huh? She's giggling? There's nothing funny with my name. Well... sure, it's not original... but I grew to accept and even like it. Yes... maybe I am a clone... a shadow... but who else in the world can actually claim to be Mew's clone and shadow?... and anyway, am I really a shadow? I am so radically different from her that it is safe to assume that rather than creating a shadow, they created a different specie based off her... or maybe a male for Mew's specie. After all, the male of the Miltank specie looks nothing like a Miltank... and we cannot say that Nidokings and Nidoqueens look identical.
But maybe it was more because of laziness and habit. I couldn't find myself a better name and anyway, all those I knew that needed to know my name were accustomed to my name of Mewtwo...
Really... I don't understand. Why would she laugh at my name?
"Oh you silly male! I was asking for your name, not your specie!" huh? What?
"Sorry but humor is neither understood or appreciated in this case." I said, raising an eyebrow. The way she smiles... she look at me in the same way a "superior" trained Pokemon look at a wild Pokemon... and this makes me want to hurt her... BADLY!
"Nah! Don't take it so hard! Many wild Mewtwos don't have names, after all..." she said, winking. You know... although it might take a lot of my energy, maybe sending her flying isn't such a bad idea after all...
"There is no such thing as wild Mewtwos. There is no such thing as many Mewtwos! I am THE Mewtwo! I am the one and only Pokemon cloned from Mew!" she can barely contain her laugh... AND I CAN BARELY CONTAIN MY RAGE!!!
... why am I getting so angry?... but then, although I am normally imperveous to insults... that creature's shape... when I look at her, it makes me feel all empty and awful. When I look at her, I sense the better part of myself dying... I feel as if I had lost what made me unique and as if I had truly became nothing more than a clone of Mew unstead of an truly unique being.
"Yeah right! So... which generation are you? Omega? Delta?... or are you a naturally born Mewtwo?" what is she talking about?!? She smiled in that stupid way again... "Or maybe were you born from Mew? Cloned directly from her or through live birth?"
"What did you say about Mew? Cloned directly? Only humans could do that and the data on her DNA is gone!" I stated... but then, she simply rolled her eyes, much to my annoyance.
"What do you mean, the data gone? Why would the need data? Mew is owned by the scientists of Holon. They have been creating various Mewtwos and have attempted created actual Mews from her for years!"
...
... you lie...
... you... lie...
This... this cannot be true... this is impossible... Mew would never get caught by stupid humans... by stupid, uncaring humans...
You lie... you are a liar... you cannot be saying the truth... it just... cannot be!
N... N... NO! I refuse to accept this!
I must get a confirmation! I will prove that this is a lie! I shall extract the truth from your stupid brain and expose your lies!... and that, even if I must rip apart your entire mind!
I grabbed her by the neck with both hands and begun to choke her. She struggled but I was so enraged that my full power was overwhelming her petty skills easily. I crushed her psychic resistence and weakened her just enough so that I might keep her weak without either fainting or killing her.
Then, I crushed her will and went deep inside of her mind... into her memories...
... ... ... ...
... I...
I... I...
I... no... just no... just no... noooo...
NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
IMPOSSIBLE! I... I JUST WON'T BELIEVE IT! I CAN'T AND WON'T!
I... I... NO!
Wake up Mewtwo... WAKE UP! This is a nightmare... a stupid nightmare! This is not true! I cannot... I cannot... no...
They cannot have made a whole specie of me... it just... NO!
I refuse to be one more entry on the Pokedex! I refuse to be a common, generic Pokemon! I refuse the thought of Mew being victim of those awful, inhuman experiments! I refuse those ideas! I reject them! I loathe them!
I loathe the idea of being just one among many! The idea of being just "one more Mewtwo"!
I am NOT a Mewtwo! I am Mewtwo, the one and only! I am unique! The only one who shares part of Mew's DNA!
I... I...
...
How... how...
How did this happen?
...
I have been a fool...
This was... why no Chosen One appeared... why Mew disappeared... why the elements vanished...
The cursed humans... they became ruthless... the Legendaries have fallen... Mew was caught... and a whole specie of me now exists...
All this... to fuel the humans' stupid thirst for power...
"Don't cry..." you're so souless... so empty... that you cannot hold a grudge against me for attacking you. "A Pokemon cannot be evil. Only it's trainer is." I despise this saying... I was the Pokemon World's ultimate evil and yet, I was unique... I was... free...
You're just one more trained Pokemon. I don't want your mercy... I only want... to come back in time... Maybe I could prevent those events from ever happening? Prevent Mew's capture... prevent my specie from appearing...
So many regrets... everything had went so wrong and I only notice it now... I am such a fool...
"I'm... not just one more Mewtwo... I am... unique... This just... it's just... impossible..." I... I am suffering with all of my soul... The pain... is unbearable... my identity... it's gone... My pride... my dignity... is gone... The one I cared about... gone...
"You are sad and lonely. Don't worry... my trainer can help you. He will show you the love that a human can have for a Pokemon..." I wiped the tears off my eyes. What have I been thinking? Crying? Me? I am Mewtwo... I won't cry! I will destroy this clone!... I will destroy all those copies of me and free Mew! I will show those humans! I shall get materials and build up my army all over again... and then, I shall crush those pitiful humans... ALL OF THEM!!! ALL OF THEM, YOU HEAR ME?!? NONE WILL ESCAPE MY WRATH!!!
HUH?!?...
ACK!!!
... a... a Metronome... turning into a Horn Drill... the instant KO attack... and a direct hit to the chest...
Uuurgh... I... I refuse to go down so easily... I just won't... I will crush you... I will crush everyone... I...
... urgh... so tired... can't... concentrate... so... tired...
CLAC!
... I... no...
Please... I... I do not deserve this... please... no...
FWOOOOOSH!
... wobble... wobble... wobble...
CLAC!
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"So... you're back?" asked a trainer to another trainer.
The second trained nodded. "Yep! Back from that weird island!"
The first trainer smiled. "Really? Anything interesting there?" he asked.
"Nope! The place stinks! All there was out there was a single wild Mewtwo!" replied the second trainer, annoyed.
"Really? What gender is it? I need a male Mewtwo for breeding. I'm trying to create a perfect Mewtwo for taking on the Pokemon League!" asked the first trainer, interested.
"What? Bah! Mewtwos are generic, common, and just boring! Why would you want to conquer the Pokemon League with a Mewtwo? No... I say, using something like an Articuno would be better!... or maybe we should wait until the first successful Mew copies are done so that we may be the first to conquer the Pokemon League using Mews!" said the second trainer.
"Maybe... but well, for now, will you trade your new Mewtwo for one of my Articunos?" asked the first trainer, still smiling.
The trainers quickly swapped Pokeballs. "There! Now, I have stuff to do so... see ya later!" said the second trainer leaving quickly.
The first trainer stared at the Pokeball, smiling. "Excellent! Now that I have a male Mewtwo, I can start the breeding!... I wonder what it's thinking. It must like it, being in there. Pokemon enjoy the virtual environment within, after all..."
The trainer turned to the horizon, placing the Pokeball on his belt. He then begun the treck toward his destination...
"I... don't want... to be just one among many..." a thought passed through the mind of a nameless, common Mewtwo.
=THE END=
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