Mewtwo [My creation was your mistake]

[Havoceon]

ooc: -.- okay, so I shall try applying for it -.- sorry guys.

You curse your luck. Out of all the jobs you could possibly get, you got to report on an abnormally large amount of Abra in the nearby plains, information that was brought in by some passing traveller. All the other reporters turned their nose up at this news, and finally the Boss ordered you to go check this out. After all, someone might be interested in lots of Abra, right? They could feature your findings in one of those news bulletins of large swarms. Silver linings galore. Things wouldn’t have been too bad had it been the middle of the day and had not been raining, whereas the dusk made your eyes hurt from straining to pick out boulders in the tall grass, and the drizzle made everything damp and clammy. You huff, adjust your collar and carry on your way.

After tripping several times over the rocks you failed to notice, you finally reach the plain. Once there, the first thing you notice is, to your surprise, the complete lack of Abra. A sigh escapes your lips. So this trek was all for nothing then? But it’s strange. It’s not only the Abra that have vanished (were they even there in the first place?), but there seems to be a complete lack of pokemon. Not even a stray Pidgey to grace the sky. Well, if anything, you could report on the nothing, strange as it was.

Making your way to the centre, you notice someone standing in the centre of the plain. As you come closer, you suddenly stop dead and your eyes widen. That’s not someone. That’s a pokemon. And you know of only one that looks like that. It stands in a circle of clear sky with rain clouds toiling on either side, the end of the day just visible in the setting hues of pink and purple visible through the opening in the block of grey.

I am aware of your presence, you know. This unspoken thought leaks into your mind. It turns around, it’s light purple eyes open and consider you, before they close again, and it turns away.

“It seems you are no threat. You are merely curious. Then stay curious.” It makes to leap in the air, but a half-whispered exclamation from you makes it stop. It turns back to you, eyes glowing, three-digit hand outstretched.

“I do not wish to harm you. Do not test me.” But you just want to know…just some small detail, the scoop of the century… You will leave, but just one question, please…

The eyes narrow into a frown, and the rainclouds scurry away from it in the sky, while the grass stems snap in half, forming a pattern of horizontal stems around the psychic pokemon. “Do you have no fear? One question then.”

You dare not come closer, but instead pull out your pad and uncap your pen. Some stroke of bad luck this turned out to be. From phoney information to this… Now if only you had your interview sheet... Ah well, you remember the basic jist of what was on that thing anyway.

What do your parents call you...?

It regards you with still glowing eyes. Then, shutting them abruptly, it turns away from you once more. “Do not toy with me. Had you not known my name, you would not have requested to talk to me.” The pen you were holding at the ready is ripped out of your fingers, and with a quick flash across the page, drops onto the pad. One clearly written word is, actually, quite difficult to make out due to the lack of light, but you manage to read it. It says ‘Mewtwo’

What do your friends call you..?

You ignored the fact that you were only meant to ask one question. Your Journalistic blood is pumping in your veins with the prospect of getting such good interview material, and you do not wish to back down. Mewtwo, however, does not appreciate the continuance of this interview. It turns back towards you, eyes aglow, and with a flick of one of its three so-called fingers, snaps your pen in two.
“I thought we agreed on one question only, human. Its eyes smoulder into your unblinking ones, but the intensity slowly lessens. “Your bravery is careless. You care too much for your art. But I have nothing to do at the moment. I may just answer a few more questions, though you shall have no record of the answers on paper anymore.” It’s eyes close for a moment, and when they reopen, they are no longer glowing. “I only go by one name, and that is Mewtwo. And do not reference ‘friends’, for I have none of those left in this world.”

What gender are you..?

Mewtwo looks at you through those purple eyes, an unnerving stare that makes you feel as if it doesn’t understand the question. It frowns at your thoughts, tilting its head away. “No, you insolent human, I understand perfectly well what the question means. I have never considered the concept before, is all. Though I was created genderless, I think and refer to myself as male.” The powerful pokemon looks away, as if hurt. Certainly it is true that the preference is to think of this rather vicious pokemon as male, but you had never realised it was genderless. It was a cruel existence where the natural being was remodelled in such a way. But you were not there to judge, but to question. And so you went on, filing all this unwritable information away in your head.

What are you..?

Once again, those eyes fixate you in an unwavering stare.
“What would you say I am?” The eyes narrow further, and some of the smouldering glow can be seen again. You consider the question quickly, not wanting to anger this powerful psychic, but come up with nothing more than just that, an extremely powerful psychic pokemon. The Mewtwo’s eyes flash, and a gust of cold air blows past you. “Is that all I am? All you common humans see me as? the smouldering vanishes though, and what could be passed off a s a look of pain crosses the pokemon’s face. “ I ask myself that every day. What am I? I was not born, but created. An abomination. Brought here to satisfy your power-hungry greed, human. Made into the most powerful being on earth. But I am not allowed to have a sense of self, as your views are constantly thrown on me. Everyone I meet, they see me as a symbol of power, something to be controlled for their own benefit. I ask you again, then. What am I? What am I but a slave to you humans? I am a pokemon, forever enslaved to humanity through my creation.”
The wind is now whistling past you, making the remaining grass flatten and the clouds around you churn. Your eyes are wide at this clear display of resent towards all humans. You wish now you had kept your curiosity in check, and had left the pokemon to its solitude in this field. But you’ve gotten so far, so you plough on ahead.

How old are you..?

Mewtwo considers you again, its eyes a flat purple. You don’t think you’ve offended it, but with this pokemon, who knows what could or could not offend it? The wind, at least, has died down a bit. It blinks, and swishes its tail before supplying you with the answer.
“I was created, and the date of my creation is the 6th of February, five and a half years ago. That would make my age five and a half, though I do not think that matters, seeing as my age and yours, human, do not relate. My knowledge and power are far greater to anyone else on this earth of five and a half years."
…Five and a half? Really? Although it was true that if it had been cloned, the technology had only been around for a few years, you had always somehow thought of it as older, with all the power it possessed…but you hurried on. It was dangerous to even mentally question its information, seeing as it could probably read your mind…

Describe yourself physically…

It looks at you as if you are stupid. Then again, compared to it, you definitely are. But it makes it feel more so.
“Tell me, human, are you really that incompetent to not be able look with your own eyes? I told you not to toy with me!”
The now-placid wind pickes up again, blowing first this way, then that, and your notepad is torn away in the gust. You concentrate on standing in the midst of this channel of air, leaning forward as to oppose it. Just as you do that, the flow of air ceases, and you overbalance and fall forward, staining your clothes with drizzle-moistened mud.
“Do not ask for what you can get yourself.”
Picking yourself up and brushing what you can off your front, you face the now side-on pokemon, looking it up and down.
It certainly has the characteristic features that make it seem humanoid, what with standing on two legs, and with two arms now hanging at its side, but there is something decidedly feline about it. Its coloring is curious, being a light purple throughout most of its body, but with a darker purple underside and long elegant purple tail. Its hands, if so they can be called, have three fingers, instead of the five that people normally have. It is covered in what might be very short, thick fur, but it could also just be its skin. You are afraid to ask, so you are left not knowing. Two ears point up off its head in a feline manner, yet instead of being rounded into a point, they seem almost cut off. Its face is harsh, with a brow that makes it seem as if it is always frowning. Its eyes are flat purple now, though you know that they can glow a rather startling magenta hue when angered. One peculiarity of this pokemon is the tubelike extension at its neck.
“That is my secondary spinal cord. It allows greater flow of blood to my brain, which in turn greatly boosts my phychic powers.” Mewtwo interjects into your observation. Unnerved, you carry on your physiological analysis of the pokemon.
It stands, as you mentioned, on two feet, and the feet have two ‘toes’ each. It seems to prefer to stand forward, not placing its heels on the ground. Maybe that gives it a speed edge? Prepared to leap out of the way of an oncoming atta—
“I do not escape fights. My psychic power is enough to rebuff all but the strongest of physical attacks.” Once again with the interjecting. You are glad that your analysis is almost over. One last thing you point out, is not really something you see, but something you feel. Mewtwo has a presence that seems to expand around it, like an aura of awareness. And it so happens that you are in the radius of this awareness. That is probably why it can communicate with you teplepathically.

What is your emotional disposition..?

It turns from its side-on stance to face you once more. Its purple eyes stare into your own from under its frowning brow.
“What do you care for my emotions?”
The question is posed out of curiosity rather than annoyance, you feel. After all, if it had been annoyed, it would probably have let you know. Again. But it seems curious of your reasons behind this question.
“Only one other trainer was ever interested in what I felt. And he was one of a kind. He was the one who made me see the world differently. But this is not the time to muse on such things. My emotions, you asked? Well, I shall try to answer this.” It frowns a moment longer, before it blinks away its stare and looks away, turning side-on again.
“Those who have any real recollection of me see me as either a wildly vicious being, with abundant control over my power, but no self-control, a destroyer, a weapon. But some others, and those are few, see me as what I am, not what I was made to be. Yes, it is true that I can be vicious, and can be loose with using my power, but there is a side to me that is gentler, caring. Protective and selfless. My hard image is a show as not to get too close to anybody, for fear of betrayal. And I am certainly stubborn. Once I set my mind on something, it is difficult to dissuade me. But this is nothing one gets to experience easily. As I have said, very few have ever seen me as such.”
A gentle side? You are startled by that information. Can this pokemon really have such a persona? You do not know.

What things do you like..?

“What do I...like?" Mewtwo seems unsure for a moment, before frowning and replying, its head turned away from you, making it appear as if what it was saying wasn't truly something it enjoyed.

“Likes...I have a choice between likes and dislikes, then...Well, in that case...I like to fight. It is part of my altered being, part of my genetic makeup to fight and be good at it. Enjoy it. Show my superiority over all these common pokemon who permit themselves to be your slaves, who never rebel for their freedom...
"My solitude. After having tasted the slavery of working for you humans, I prefer to stay away from you. Though I sometimes come and perch above your cities and watch you...
"That may be considered another one of my 'likes'. I watch you. In the evenings, when the sun sets and you turn all those electric lights on I hover over your cities, watching the lights flash, watch you slowly destroying everything you touch. You do not require my assistance in destruction. You manage well enough on your own. Slowly but surely you infect the world better than a virus, sweeping everything in your path away.
"...I suppose I can consider having power as a 'like'. I like having my power. Though it is because of you humans that I have it, I still enjoy it. Enjoy the thrill of using my powers for whatever I need.
"...the chaos of a storm. The natural power of the earth, though nothing to compare to my own power, is entertaining. I enjoy observing those great displays of power."

You have no idea what kind of morals this pokemon has, and even wonder if it does have any, basing this thought on what you heard. Likes power, destruction, solitude...one thing is certain. Its existence is a very lonely one.

“…I sometimes think of the ones that changed my view on life. That the hand you were dealt is not necessarily the one that needs be played…but best to leave them out of this conversation.”
People it cares about? Really? Well, you suppose it is possible. It did say so itself previously, but you honestly didn’t believe this was possible. After all, it wasn’t being very nice to you…but then again, you weren’t on the list of things he likes so…

What things don't you like..?

It swishes its tail before regarding you with a hard look. You get the feeling this topic is something it would prefer left alone, but nevertheless it replies.
“Team Rocket. Specifically, their leader. Not dislike as much as despise. He is a despicable being, cruel, heartless… I care nothing for them.” Disliking a team is something you have experienced yourself, but you are puzzled by how exactly Mewtwo had a chance to come across a Team, preferring solitude as it does… but maybe you shall get your answers later.
“Enslavement. Such a notion is…no, I cannot allow it. No being should be forced to do what they do not wish to do.” That too is understandable, especially with its past, having been created and all…
“But I believe the rest of my dislikes would be of no considerable interest to you. But on principle, I dislike most humans. Such selfish beings, only trying to gain power. Forgive me, most of you are selfish, but of course there are exceptions to this.” Yep, you were right. It doesn’t like you… Better move on now.

What are your fears..?

“Fears? Human, do you know no boundaries? You expect me to divulge every scrap of information about myself to you? I must say, you shall be disappointed, then. You can make your own assumptions.”
You are stunned by the sudden brush-off. It had, after all, answered all your other questions up until now if not happily, then at least quite willingly. Well, there’s nothing you can do, and you certainly won’t pester it for information. Maybe as you keep talking you might get to find out…

What do you like to do..?

“What do I like to do...? Is that not what you have already asked me? Whatever I like, I do. There are no restrictions on me anymore. But I prefer to only travel at night.
“I also protect pokemon. Those too weak to protect themselves against dangers, I try to help. Especially those I am responsible for bringing into this world.” …Bringing into this world? It has offspring? No, surely not… It considers you with calm eyes, then nods. “…Would there be something more you wished to know? I am getting restless, and would prefer to leave before anyone else comes along and sees me…?” You blink, and nod once, before continuing.

Why..?

“Why? You tell me why, human. Why did you create me? Why did your species create me? To fight for you. As your weapon. As your tool.” It seems angry, yet calms down suddenly.
“But that is no reason for my present actions. As I have said, no need to play the hand you are dealt.” It blinks at you, and replies. “I mostly roam because I am trying to find a place to fit in, somewhere I can belong. And although the others”Others?? “have all settled in and found their own place in this world, being the only one of my species in this world makes adapting…difficult. And so I roam. And Examine your race, how you live. You intrigue me. But apart from that…on a whim? I suppose there is no other reason for this at present.”

Would you tell me a bit of your history..?

“You wish to know the story of my creation? I shall oblige. It will be easier to show you, though."
You lose all sight, and panic, unsure of what is happening, why you no longer can see, even though your eyes are open. A strange sound fills your head, constant, thrumming, inescapable sound, and slowly you come to realise you are experiencing Mewtwo's memory. But everything seems so real, so raw, that it almost doesn't seem like a memory at all, but as if this unfolding dark scene was happening right now. You loosen up slightly, and let it unfold.
Where are you? Who are you? What are you?...Huummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...the sound filters its way into your mind, dull, low, and all around you. ...mmmmmmmmmm...minutes go past in this black state, then hours and days...mmmmmmmmmm...you have lost all track of time, and yet, it still drones on and on and...mmmmmmmmmmmm......
You sense others nearby, but do not know what the strange sounds they make are. Words, something supplies. Through the darkness, a floating thing can be seen. What is it? A person, it says, a girl. Are you a person? She says you look like a Pokémon, but she has never known a Pokémon that could talk like a person. Pokémon, person. What are they? What are you? She says it doesn't matter. She says if you are here, in this floating darkness, you are the same as the rest of you. Three other things emerge from the darkness, also floating through the black space. Other Pokémon, she supplies. She says you are all copies, that's why there is a two after your names. Two? Then where is the first one? She does not know. She says she is called Amber, or Ambertwo. There is Squirtletwo, Charmandertwo and Bulbasaurtwo. So there are five of you here now...but you lose them for a while, knowing they are there, but just can't see them. Maybe they are tired?...mmmmmmm...
You see them again. She says she wants to show you something. Slowly the darkness shifts, and things start materializing. She says this is where she remembers things. This is where she used to live. Something very bright shines from above. You ask about it, and she says it is the sun. Says it is what makes everything bright and keeps you warm. Something soft, invisible touches you, and you cover your face from it. She says it is the wind. She says it can be very gentle, yet turn into a fearful storm too. Then everything starts going dark again. She says this is sunset. That is when the sun goes away for the night. Something like a dark sun slowly creeps through the new dark. Is this a sun too? No, she says this is the moon, and it is joined at night by the stars, which shine to keep you company during the night. She explains everything of the world to you. That is where she lived, in this world. All five of you float there, staring at the scene Amber created. Suddenly the red Pokémon moans, and starts shimmering, and as it shimmers, it begins to disappear. You watch it, curious. Then the blue and green Pokémon both start shimmering too. After a while, they also disappear. Where did they go? The girl doesn't reply. She looks at you, and begins to lightly shimmer as well. What is wrong, you ask. What's happening? She says it is time to say goodbye. Goodbye? Slowly, along with Amber, the whole world which she showed you through the darkness begins to shimmer too, slowly vanishing into nothing. Deep inside yourself you feel something you cannot name. What is this feeling? From your eyes, water slowly seeps through. What is that? Tears, she says. You're crying, she says. She says her daddy used to tell her bedtime stories, and he said when Pokémon are sad, and they cry, their tears are filled with life. Sad. That is what you feel? You feel so terribly sad. Amber looks at you, and smiles slightly. She says she has to go. But why?! She doesn't know, but she says it is all right. She thanks you for caring for her, and tells you not to cry. You should be happy, she says, that you are alive. And life is Wonderful-_erful..... The shimmering has stopped, and Amber has vanished. You look around, all alone in the darkness again, a hollow feeling within. These tears, what good are they? What can they do? Come back, you say. Please Amber, come back! Don't go! Please! AMBER!
You rush through the darkness, on your own, looking for a trace of your friend, calling for her. You extend your awareness outwards, reaching for her. Hoping she has not left you alone. Amber, you cry, as your tears keep falling. Amber... your darkness doesn't reply, and your consciousness slowly begins to disappear. You wish to keep looking, but what are you looking for? What were you looking for? The words 'Life is Wonderful' echo in your mind before all you know is the hummmmmmm....
...Something new. The word 'dream' comes to mind. You feel…a touch of something soft on your face, and though you can’t see, you know it is bright. The light feeling caresses you again, and you realise this is a breeze. How do you know that? How do you know what a breeze is if you have never seen it? How can you name it? Perhaps that is beyond the darkness of your blind eyes..? These questions puzzle you for a while, before You realize that you are not alone in this breeze. You slowly begin to see something. Colours, the sun, grass, water. A mountain by a lake. How do you know this? You dream of moving through this place freely. Flying through the air...How fascinating it is to be moving about so freely. Then suddenly darkness again...mmmmmmm...
...Where are you? What are you? You open your eyes. What you see is not what you saw before. Was everything you saw before just a dream? You remember something. Someone. 'Life is wonderful'. But why?...
...The mountain with the lake...Those words...The glass you are stuck in...words...those voices...flowing water...they are outside...flying through space...outside, where you should be...your anger rises, and you feel power...the glass cracks...a breeze rippling the grass...the glass shatters...the water spills out in a rush, covering the floor around you...

There are people. The people start shouting, until they are silenced by one man. The silence only lasts a second until it is broken by that same man. He says he wants to see your psychic powers. Psychic powers?

The man's voice is low, with a trace of a lisp. "For years we struggled to successfully clone a Pokémon to prove our theories, but you're the first specimen to survive!" He gestures with his hand at the far wall, and your eyes follow. "That is Mew, the rarest of all Pokémon. From its DNA we created you, Mewtwo!"

Mewtwo? You've heard that before. But...are you only a copy? Nothing but Mew's shadow?

"You are greater than Mew" he says "improved through the power of human ingenuity! We used the most advanced techniques to develop your awesome psychic powers!" He seems so pleased with that. His smile is plastered on his face, splitting his face in two. But you feel...sad? Sad and angry at this. So you are only the end result of their experiment. What will happen to you now that the experiment is over?

"The experiment is not over yet, in fact, it's just beginning! Now the serious testing begins!" His smile is so wide, you wouldn't be shocked if the bottom half of his face fell off about now. But your anger and resentment builds. These humans care nothing for you. They ignore you now, concentrating on each other, congratulating each other on their success, already planning the next process, the next stage of your imprisonment and maltreatment. You overhear them talking about cages and tanks. So, they want to shut you away like some prized possession, and think they can do what they like? You clench your fist, and remember what it felt like flying through the air...

Is this your purpose, then? You consider these fools from under a frown, looking at the creatures that created you. Are you just an experiment? A laboratory specimen? This cannot be your destiny! And as your anger grows, so the power now dormant within you surges. The other glass tubes lining the walls crack and spill their contents onto the floor, clones and all. You do not care for them now. And if they die, they will be spared the pain of the bad treatment from these humans. And still, your power grows, like water that cannot be stopped from running its course, making you levitate off the base of your glass tube, the force of which power sends the humans hurtling away, makes the very walls crack. The humans try to restrain you using some kind of mechanical clasps, but even though they cover every inch of your being, your power hasn't finished growing, and its sheer strength shatters the metal into fine dust. You turn your attention to the very building that constrains you. No longer will these humans keep you like a slave, doing what they want! You shall have your freedom! The building begins collapsing around you, and a great fire has broken out, devouring everything in its path. That is power. The power where nobody can stop you and you do what you please. And yet, despite the fire's strength and relentlessness, you are stronger than it. Your mere presence makes it shrink away. Die down, as if bowing before your power. And yet, there is still more power to be had. In one last great blast, you let it all free, and the whole building is momentarily engulfed by blue light, before it is blown to pieces, up and away from you, setting you free.

“Behold my power! I am the strongest Pokémon in the world...stronger even than Mew." You stand tall amongst the flames, watching as the ruins burn. So this was what your power can do? As you stand, a sound catches your awareness from behind you. You turn, and a man walks up to you, clad in clothes as orange as the flames themselves. He says he believes you to be a valuable partner. A partner, you ask. He says that together, the two of you can control the world. But you don't need anyone's help for that, especially a humans. Yet he disagrees, says you will destroy everything unless you learn how to control your powers. True, When you let the strength in you destroy the building you were trapped in, it was like a switch, an on/off option, either using your power or not. He says he can help you control your power. How, you ask. He simply says to trust him, and he will show you how to become invincible. You narrow your eyes, and agree. Let him show you. The man chuckles. Arrangements are made from the ruins of the island laboratory using his cell phone to prepare everything for your arrival. He shows you into his flying machine, helicopter, he says. You go with him, and fly out over the vast expanse of water you realise somehow is the sea. How do you know these terms, sea, human, laboratory, clone? Your memory tugs at you, but you cannot remember. Only the words 'Life is Wonderful' come to mind. Who spoke those words? You cannot remember. You frown. There is so much you cannot remember, but brief flashes of recollection regarding things and events you don't understand. You are in the game blind, and you have to learn the rules. That is why you agree to go with this stranger who can teach you control.

You know even though you are the strongest Pokémon in the world, even though you have the most power, at the moment of your birth you would have traded it all for kindness. But the humans at the laboratory treated you like an object, discounting the fact you were your own person, your own feelings, and treated you as a belonging. So when you got angry, you destroyed them.

You reach the mainland, and a while later, the helicopter lands outside an ornate building surrounded by rich woodland. This must certainly be where the man lives. During the course of the flight, he told you a bit about himself, that he was called Giovanni and that he was the leader of an organisation set on reaching the same goals as him. None of this truly interests you, as your mind is racing, following trails elecronwaves in your brain to try and figure out the events you cannot remember, but you are met with a dead end. You remember everything, but only from much before your actual creation. About six month’s worth of memory simply do not exist anymore. But once you land, you cease your futile attempts at recollection and concentrate instead on what is before you. Giovanni shows you into this residence, leading you through the first couple of rooms on the ground floor, before reaching a door behind which is a brightly lit staircase going down into what you presume must be the basement. Giovanni leads you down there, and you follow, slightly wary of this place, as it reminds you too much of the laboratory you had just left. The cold metal covering the walls, the subtle glow surrounding them, and a brightly lit podium at one end of the room you have entered. A podium above which what seems to be a suit hangs glistening in the spotlight.

Giovanni leads you up to this podium. “This was created for you. I believe this will be sufficient in helping you to…adapt to your so far uncontrollable power.” You are guided onto the podium, and the suit instantly is applied over your body, clamping down on your skin and covering you from head to toe.

“You say this armour protects my body, yet it suppresses my powers.” This situation is unnerving. Although you have not had much of a chance to get used to your power, suddenly having it suppressed feels…odd, threatening.

“Your powers are not being suppressed, they are being focused! Learn to use them to accomplish your purpose.” Giovanni replies. You consider his words.

“What is that?” What is your purpose? “Patience, my friend” he replies. “Your purpose will become clear.”

He leaves you standing there alone, encased in the armour that is meant to help you grow and adjust with a feeling of uncertainty towards that man. He seemed genuinely interested in helping you, but you had been let down once, and didn't wish for that to happen again. Alone, you stare round the room from behind your mask, taking in the small details, from the little balcony up in front of you to the missing screw in the third sheet of metal panelling to your right. And as you stand there and take in your new surroundings, the armour suppresses your abundant energy into just a pinprick of power. You are left alone in this state for a while, only visited by either one of the workers Giovanni seems to have employed, who feeds you regularly to make sure you maintain your strength, or by Giovanni himself, when he wishes to know details of your progress in controlling your own power. Time drags.

Soon you notice that the armour’s own bonds on your power have been halved, and it is no longer its control that reigns in your power, but your own, and once you tell Giovanni this fact, he notifies you that it is time for the next part of your training. The wires that run from the armour up into the ceiling unclip themselves, and you follow Giovanni through the cast iron door to the side of your honing chamber, On the other side there is what happens to look like a battling arena, and a trainer is already standing at the other end, pokéball in hand, and their Onix already released and waiting for battle. Giovanni leaves you here, with the instructions that when he gives the signal, you are to use your power to hurl the foe Pokémon away. Can you do that, without destroying half the building? You do not know, but you are certain that you shall soon find out. Whatever the result, you won't be able to cause too much damage, as the armor has its own store of energy, and still keeps tabs on your power, so that now, even if you tried, you probably wouldn't be able to do more than take down this room.

A minute or so later, Giovanni seats himself on another balcony overlooking this room, and signals for the battle to begin with the click of his fingers. Before the foe even has a chance to move, you already gather your energy, focus it on the Onix and with your mind, push the foe away. It struggles against your will for a moment, before it hurtles into the opposite wall. So this is your power. Control over inanimate and animate objects.

After that first trial, your training becomes more intense, with the tasks you need to achieve becoming greater. The number of objects needed to be stopped or moved increases, along with their weight and power. On several occasions you are taken outside to battle against whole herds of wild Pokémon, stopping them in their tracks and levitating them off the ground for prolonged periods of time while trainers capture them. And not only were you expected just to move them now. You learned how to control your power not only to move, but to shield and attack as well. you learned how to materialize your power into a tangible attack form, a sphere of pure energy which you hurtled towards your foes with devastating effects. And little by little the restraint of the armour became almost null and void.

But as your control grew, so did your impatience. Why were you here? What was your purpose?

You have been here maybe a month now. This day started out like any other, with the usual Grunt (you learned the name of the lower ranking members of this organisation while listening to some conversations between them) bringing you your meal, after which three hours of training ensues. Usually, you would then get two hours uninterrupted rest, but this time, Giovanni comes to see you in the armour room, while you stand there playing tricks with the control systems of your armour. It has completely lost its suppressive control, as you gained control of your own power. Now it was merely a focusing aid which help you believe you don't need anymore. And your power is what Giovanni has come to talk to you about. He asks on the progress of your training and you reply that you fully perceive the extents of your power now.

“But what is my purpose?" you question. You have trained under the aid of this man for so long, yet your purpose has not become clear throughout all this time. Giovanni smirks down at you from his balcony. “To serve your master. You were created to fight for me. That is your purpose.”

He was your creator? This man? He was responsible for your cloning? You couldn’t understand what he was saying. What was he saying? Weren’t you equals? The anger within you, always close to the surface, boiled in your veins. This was not possible! He said to trust him! “That cannot be! You said we were partners, we stood as equals!”

Giovanni merely smirks, placing his hand on the banister of his balcony. “You were created by humans to obey humans. You could never be our equal!”

So you have been deceived. The man you had trusted, and stood by him to help him achieve his aim through your training was merely using you to further his goals. And he saw you as nothing more than an object, another tool. “Humans may have created me, but they will never enslave me! This cannot be my destiny!” There was no way you would ever agree to being used by someone else as just some tool. You would not let this happen! You cannot understand your own thoughts anymore. What is this feeling…you feel as if you have experienced it before…sadness? Do you feel sad at being betrayed by this man? Sad, and angry. But confused as well. So if he cannot provide you with the answer to what your purpose is, as you refuse to believe you are merely a tool, who can?

And as your anger grows, the power you now have full control over leaks from every pore in your body, causing the wires plugged into your armour to snap and loose electricity to spark around you.

“Stop this now!” Giovanni shouts down at you, his fist now clenched around the metal barrier, leaning towards you. But you know there is nothing he can do about your power now, not now that you have learned how to control it. And you will turn that power against him.

“I was not born a Pokémon, I was created, and my creators have used and betrayed me. So I stand alone.” And as you speak, the leaking power destroys the hanging cables, and a charged sphere of pure energy surrounds you. You let your power free. The energy release buckles the metal panelling within the room, and the balcony Giovanni had just been standing at crumbles, the rock giving way to your power. Giovanni had just managed to get away before it crumbled beneath him, and vanished through the doorway leading away from the balcony with an irritated cry.

Nothing shall enslave you. Nobody will control you. And you will not be confined again.

You care nothing for this place Giovanni led you to, where you trained for the past month. And you will not let it stand in the way to your freedom. You let the stored energy within you to destroy the stonework, wiping the building off the earth in a cloud of dust and smoke, and through that dust you fly off out into the blue sky beyond. You have one place in mind now, the place of your birth, the place where you were created. You shall go there to look for answers. Maybe something there will show you what your reason for being is.

The armour peels off, corroding under the strength of your power, and by the time you reach the remains of the ruined island laboratory, all that is left is the helmet covering your head. You pull it off, casting it aside, and look about you at the remains of your birthplace.

Who are you? What is your true reason for being? You will find your own purpose, and purge this planet of all who oppose you. Human and Pokémon alike.

“What happened next I do not wish to show you, so I shall brief you on the proceedings instead." You yourself realize that you aren't actually a Pokémon, but are only experiencing the events that occurred to Mewtwo. It is an unnerving experience, and you feel slightly lost, having been taken out of the flow of memory for a moment, yet still left unseeing, with the voice of Mewtwo in your head. “Though I cannot condone my actions, I must state that even though I was the most intelligent Pokémon, I was also a newborn one. My actions were childish. What I did not get, did not understand, I took by force, not thinking of the consequences that would follow. When I wanted vengeance, I would do what I could to get it. I selfishly rebuilt the laboratory on the island, and began my own cloning processes, with the aim to build an elite Pokémon group, superior to the others, and with them, planned to take control of the world. I lured trainers to my island, to create a powerful new breed of Pokémon to reap vengeance on humans. I seized their Pokémon and cloned them as I had been cloned from Mew, yet soon I encountered who I thought was my nemesis. A great battle ensued, a battle to determine who would rule, the Pokémon that were born into this world, or the clone Pokémon created in mine. The clashes were brutal, and as Mew and I gathered our strength for one final confrontation, a young trainer cried out for the fighting to cease. His selfless actions puzzled me; he was a human that valued all Pokémon, whether born or created.

"Our battling ceased. Finally my eyes had been opened...as had my heart." Mewtwo sighs, and you get a brief flash of images, A modern fortress, a group of rain soaked trainers, a struggle between Pokémon couplets, a bright flash of light, the face of a trainer. “The Pokémon clones and I left to find a place where we could live in peace, and I used my psychic powers to wipe out the memory of our struggle, and I was remembered by none but Giovanni, whose desire to control me still burned.

We, that is, the clones and I, found refuge on a small island in the centre of Mount Quena’s lake, where we settled into hiding. Perhaps it would be easier to show you a bit more…”

The darkness before your eyes is replaced by brilliant light. You see a great mountainous canyon towering up into the sky, a silhouette against a now-setting sun. The mountain looms towards you as you fly closer to it, and you lose yourself in Mewtwo’s memory once more.

You land on the island situated in the middle of the lake on top of the Mount. Carefully, using your psychic power, you place the clones down on the island, the water types in the lake itself, the rest on the spur of rock out looking the lake. The place is beautiful. But you cannot judge this world, as you are not of this world. You are clones, copies, products of science. You are outcasts, so you must live as outcasts if you are to live at all. You shall stay here, far from the world, far from man. It is your only hope, for if you do not live in secret, you shall never live in peace.

Three months go by, and you have become accustomed to living on this beautiful, yet harsh island. The weather here is unpredictable, and can change drastically within minutes. One moment, the sun is baking the earth dry, the next, a thunderstorm has hit the area, and the sky is covered in clouds so dense that it almost seems as if night has come early, and there is no light, apart from the brief flashes of lightning. Because of this, hardly any tourists come to the area, and those that do never dare go up the Mount, instead taking the monthly bus around it. Today happens to be the day of the bus trip, and you count down the minutes until it leaves. You are within the rock of the island, having made passages through the rock so that the Pokémon clones here with you could hide from the bad weather if they chose. And within this rock you created a room where you often sat, watching the people below through a screen you created using your psychic power. And there you stand now, watching as the bus leaves the stop early, probably because the pouring rain is making travelling conditions treacherous, and the humans don't want to be stuck here any longer than they have to be. The doors slam, and the bus drives off. Your uneasiness grows the closer they get to the Mount. Just one hour, and they will be on the other side, safely away from you. Let nothing happen to let them find you here on the lake island. You watch the bus toil its way up the slope of the Mount, following the narrow road that winds its way around, and as you watch, the wind strengthens and blows the bus off the road, sending it tumbling through the air. You cannot let that bus crash! If it does, human rescuers will arrive, and they could discover you here, and would destroy your peace. So you step in, using your power to take control of the bus, despite the wind, and place it safely back on the road. Let the humans speculate as to what just happened.

A Meowth is with you in the room, and it questions your actions. Why did you do that? You explain your reason, but it is dissatisfied, believing you did it out of compassion. It thinks you cared about the safety of those humans. You assured it that that was not the case. You could never feel compassion for humans. They were the ones that betrayed you in the first place, and you still held that against them. But there was that one trainer... You shut your eyes. No. There is no point thinking of that. You had peace here now.

The rain subsides, but by then, night has fallen. You leave the rock room, and go outside. You love the outside. And as you stand, looking up at the full moon, a flock of Butterfree flies over the ridge of the Mount, scattering dust from their wings as they fly. For them, life is as it should be. They were born into this world, it is their home, they belong here. You were not born as they were, you are not of this world, and so you do not belong in it. But where do you belong? The Meowth has followed you, along with a Pikachu, and you turn your question towards them. Do you deserve to live here as much as the other Pokémon? They think so. But we are unlike the others.

Meowth asks whether the Butterfree see the moon in the same way as you do, and you reply that they do, as any other Pokémon does. Meowth asks that in that case, if you see the moon as they do, why can we not see the earth as they do? You consider its question. Yes, why...?

You leave them, without an answer. You do not know why.

You return to the rock room, yet still you look out towards the earth beyond the island through narrow slits in the rock you carved so that during the day light would enter inside. All the clones wish for freedom, yet they have to stay here, because here you can protect them from the humans that might experiment on them. As you stand and stare, a strange sight edges into your viewpoint, what seems to be a giant balloon floating up over Mount Quena, with a string of trainers hanging off it by a rope. You sigh. It seems that no matter what you do, the humans will not leave you alone. You turn away from the narrow windows, and decide to go back outside.

As you make your way round the island, you notice the balloon is no longer suspended in midair, but has vanished. Perhaps it was caught in a downdraft down the Mount. Well, no matter. As long as it is out of the way, everything will be alright.

You pick up the sounds of an argument, and head over to see what is wrong, and when you get to the scene, you find the remains of the balloon stuck on an outcrop of rock above you, with two trainers and a Meowth lying in a heap below it, and two Pikachu facing each other, one of which is a clone you created a while back. And it is arguing with the other one, ordering it to get out and preparing to fight. The other pokemon, probably one that came with the two trainers, simply stood there, looking all confused. The clone leaps at its opponent, yet you stop it, levitating it in midair and setting it down a foot away from its opponent. Fighting amongst each other is senseless. You turn your attention to the two strangely-clad trainers. It seemed that even though you searched for a place where you could be left alone, humans still found you. Perhaps you shall never find peace. And it seems that now not only these humans are here, but a whole group of them is nearing the lake island by planes and balloons.

The clone Pikachu thinks that you should fight against the humans to be able to keep your home, but Pikachu disagrees. It thinks there is no reason for pokemon to fight each other for this. Clone Pikachu says it is not fair that you have to live like this, and even though this island is beautiful, there's a whole world beyond this island, and just because you are clones you cannot live in that world, because you don't belong there.

“Enough. We are what we are. We will remain here and live in peace if we can." After asking the clone Bulbasaur and Ivysaur to hold the humans here captive with their vines, you leave the gathered group and go back to the stone room to observe the nearing humans. If the humans won't leave you in peace, so be it, you will leave this island and search for another place, and will continue to search until you find a place to live and to belong. You leave to check on the captive humans, but on your way, you see a group of clones leaving the island, led by the clone Pikachu. Should you let them go? Or should you force them to stay? Here you can use your power to protect them from harm. But do you have the right to stop them living the way they choose? Which is more important, their safety or their freedom? You turn away from them. They must find their own path. you would watch out for them as best you could until they left.

The rest of the night you spend between monitoring the progress of the humans and the progress of the leaving Pokemon. As long as you can, you will protect them from harm. And it is just as well that you watch them. The main hoverplane from the group of advancing humans leaves the group and advances upon the troop of leaving pokemon, and attacks them with some type of paralysis beam, then captures them with pokéballs. You cannot stand for that. Immediately you leap out of the room and into the air, propelling yourself telekinetically through the air, over the lake to the far bank, where the group has been accosted. You reach them just as one final beam is shot directly at the four remaining pokemon, the two Pikachu's and the two Meowth's. Without stopping for thought, you gather an energy ball in your hands and hurl it in the path of the beam, which vaporises on contact, leaving the pokemon safe for now. Turning your attention on the hoverplane, you shoot another pulse towards it, but it evades your attack by flying out of the way. While it is out of range, you use your psychic power to release the captured pokemon from their balls. Once they are all free, you turn back to the hoverplane, which has descended behind you. From the top of the plane a small hatch opens and a platform lifts up, revealing the one person you would have loved to never see again-Giovanni.

“You.”

Giovanni smirks down at you from his platform. "It's been quite a while. You look well." Beside him, you notice one of his followers, Domino you believe her name to be. You met her once when you were still trapped within Giovanni's previous hidaway, and she did not leave a good impression on you. Then again, you probably did not leave a good impression on anyone that time but Giovanni, who admired your power alone. And there could only be one reason for him to be here: you.

You glare at him from the air, rising up so that you can see eye-to-eye. “Leave this place at once. I warn you, my strength is far greater than when we first met!" You threaten. You can't let him capture you. And not only that, nut you can't let him find out that you created clone pokemon of your own. He would certainly wish to experiment on them.

Giovanni only scoffs at that. "Your increased strength comes as no surprise. Fortunately my technicians have predicted that and they have created new technology to deal with it." he announces. To your dismay, while you were exchanging these few words, he had released two spherical machines which now hovered threateningly on either side of you, and as you turn to examine the second one in detail, they seem to charge up and cause a static wave to interfere with your telekinesis and you are hurled to the ground from the air as you momentarily lose the ability to levitate.

"Well it seems my new equipment is worth the considerable investment!" Giovanni crows over this success. The machines float down on either side of you, resting their pointed feet on the hard rock floor.

You try to dissuade him. “You should fear my power most of all. You cannot conquer me." Even though he has proven his point, that everyone has a weakness, even you. But that time you were only taken by surprise. They will not be able to knock you about again. Yet Giovanni still seems confident in his new creations. "Your psychic attacks bend the will of living creatures but they cannot influence machines."

“We will see about that." That fact may be true, but that does not mean that you cannot influence the physical being of the machines themselves. You may not be able to stop them from attacking by blocking whatever signals they may be passing through their circuits, but you can certainly still stop them. Giovanni however either does not realise, or simply does not care.

"Activate the force fields!" he commands, and Domino proceeds to press something on a dark green panel. The machines begin charging up again, but this time you are ready for them. You create your own force field, one which causes the rock at your feet to shatter and bend in towards you, and as you let this field fly to either side of you, the machines are sent flying into the rock banks. Giovanni should not underestimate you, and you just proved that to him.

Yet for some reason he still seems unfazed. "Well done Mewtwo. You have demonstrated that technology has its limits, an important lesson to keep in mind." he says, with an odd glint in his eye." Living creatures have their limits too."

...What could he possibly be planning now? You defeated his inventions! You proved he can't beat you like that! “Do not test the limits of my power!" You do not wish to use your power, because if you used it all at once, the destruction you could cause would definitely harm every being within a kilometre of your location. And you don't want to harm all the wild pokemon.

With that glint still in his eye, he continues. "It appears that would be futile." At least he has accepted that fact. "So take our battle to that island!"

...What?

"I'll fly over there for phase two." Domino interjects into your stunned silence, and upon opening her pack and lighting a jetpack, jumps off the side of the hover plane and glides over the water to the lake island. What is she doing? What has Giovanni planned?!

"So I understand that some pokemon friends of yours are over on that island. Now we'll see how powerful your loyalties are." He gloats from his plane. You glare at him from ground level. Now you understand. He knows all about the clones, and is planning to use them against you.

“You are despicable." you spit. How can any person use innocent, unrelated beings in a personal vendetta? If he wanted to fight you, let him, but why did he have to bring the other pokemon into it? It seems he knows no limits. He will use every dirty trick to try and get you back under his control.

For a while you ponder what will be the best course to take, but your thoughts are broken when Giovanni gets a radio message from Domino. It seems they captured all the clones. Damn them!

"Mewtwo, are you going to let your little friends battle me alone?" he gloats. He already knows the answer to that. Of course not. You can't leave the pokemon there to deal with Domino alone! There are also other troops there already, having arrived while you were distracted by Giovanni, and you are certain that whatever they have got planned shall not be in the wild pokemon's best interest.

“I cannot. I must help them!" You concede. The Pokémon you freed here from Giovanni's pokeballs agree with you, and a great clamour surges over the bank of the lake. “We must live where and how we choose. Friends, to the island!" You cry, and with that, you shoot into the air in the direction of the island, taking the other Pokémon with you by levitating them over the water, causing a vortex of air to follow you, which causes quite a large gust of air to hit the shore when you finally touch down at the shore on the island.

"I've been expecting you. This little Nidoqueen sure is a cutie!" Domino stands there on the shore of the island, clutching a baby Nidoqueen to her chest, the namesake black tulip clutched in her hand.

How can she hold the poor youngster like that? And what has she done with its mother? “Release that young one!" You cry out at her. You have to protect them, all of them.

"Maybe that's something you should take up with my boss.” She says, disregarding your command. Giovanni? There is no reasoning with him. “Here he is now." She adds, and as you turn around, the hover plane comes into view, Giovanni already rising out of the top of the craft to talk to you.

"Nice to see you.” He smirks that annoying smirk of his. “So I take it you're willing to obey my commands?" He asks, so self-assured that you would obviously obey him now. Well, you will not. You have no plan of doing so.

“No, I would sooner leave this world than serve you." You counter. How could he ever think you would agree to obey him?

Yet he has different ideas. "I suggest you reconsider your opinion! If you choose to defy me your fellow creations will all be used in our experiments and will certainly leave this world."

Ah. So that is his game then. Well, it seems as if, for now, you may just have to listen to what he has to say.

“Stand away.” You tell the Pokémon gathered around you. “I must submit to him."

Somehow he has managed to transport those wretched machines to this island, and they hum gently as they charge up, creating between them a lightly glowing sphere. "This is not meant to destroy you, it has been developed to simply harness your abilities and mould your will to my purposes." Giovanni informs.

“Your purposes!"you spit. You know very well what those are. Control. Control of the world. You had the same goal a while back, but for different reasons, believing that you could create a race of Pokémon clones superior to others, and rid the world of these humans, but you realized how wrong that was. These beings were not here to be enslaved,

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not here to be ruled by you, nor anybody else. You despised yourself for ever having wanted to do such a thing. And now you were to become the tool to such a goal? You wouldn't let that happen.

You eye the machines warily, but Domino cuts into your observation. "Don't waste your time destroying them, we're quite capable of building new ones, but if you try to fight us your little friends will be the ones to pay the price!" she says, and with that, and a flick of her tulip, she sends two energy pulses into the group of Pokémon, hitting the two Pikachu and knocking them flying into an outcrop of rock. You wince at their pain. There is nothing for it then. “I will do as you say." you inform Giovanni. Whatever will keep him from harming the clones, you will do. You step towards the sphere.

"All you have to do now is step into the light."

You have no choice. If you don’t do what he says, the clones will get hurt. Your own creations. They are like your children. You cannot let that happen. So you place one foot in front of the other despite the protests of those around you and step into the transparent purple sphere. As you step through the border, it feels like ice water trickling down your back, and you instantly feel restraint on your power.

Giovanni smirks at you from his hover plane. "That's a good boy. Now you won't be able to run away from me again!" he crows.

You wince at the restraint, both physical and implied. “You may control my body, but you will never control my will.” You still have to put up with this. When the clones are safe, you will get out of this...bubble. It can't hold you for long. Not for long.

“We'll soon see.”

And with those three words the air within the transparent sphere becomes charged, and instantly the pain of coursing electricity hits every nerve of your body. Every part was almost being burned by the current flowing through your body. Muscles twitched as the voltage made them seize up painfully, and you could not control the gasped shout that escaped your lips. You arch your back, trying to fight the pain, as if this action could somehow stop what the machines were programmed to do. But you must be strong. This is just physical pain. “I will not submit!" You cry out. No, you will not! This is nothing, nothing. You can bear this, easy. No matter what happens, you will not bow before Giovanni.

He doesn't even flinch at your pain. Instead, the smirk ever-present on his face widens. "You are strong, Mewtwo, but pain makes the body master of the will. Let's see how long they struggle." He turns to the side, observing the island and the lake in turn. "This is a very pretty place. I had a feeling you would find a pretty little hideaway like this! It's perfect for my new laboratory. Finally I will create an army of the worlds most powerful Pokémon and you, you will be at its head, carrying out my commands! Together we will rule the earth!" And with that he leaves you there, and has Domino take the clones somewhere within the islands rocky walls.
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You lose track of time in the monotony of the pain, only able to tell the changing of days by occasionally observing the colour of the sky beyond the sphere. Giovanni’s laboratory is taking shape, with steel panels covering the rock walls of the island inch by inch. Chemicals pour out of the lab into the sky and water. They are destroying this place, and you are being destroyed within this sphere, unable to stop them, as you refuse to submit to Giovanni. They may destroy you, but they will not enslave you.

An explosion shakes the island. You wonder briefly what they have destroyed now. You do not know how much time has passed, and how much they have destroyed, but the island certainly will not be the same again.

Three trainers suddenly rush up towards you. The two Pikachu and Meowth are with them. So they got away from Giovanni. You wonder how. Was the explosion anything to do with it…?“I am glad you are safe, but I cannot bear this much longer." you tell the four Pokémon. They should leave you, and get away while they can. Once Giovanni realises they are free, he will try to capture them again.

"Mewtwo."

One of the trainers calls out your name. He is the same trainer from last time, the one who made you stop your fight before, on the island where you were created. How did he get here? And how does he know your name, after you wiped his mind of all events concerning that battle? “How do you know my name?" you ask, the brief use of your psychic power to communicate with him causing you to wince at the added pain.

"I heard it from Meowth,” he says “and Meowth told us you were the one who saved my Pikachu. There's gotta be some way we can help you now!" his eagerness to help you is touching. So the talking Meowth told them. Very well. There is nothing you can do for that now. But if they wish to help you, then you wouldn’t object.

“Stop these machines!" You cry out. Maybe they could help you. But why would they help you? They have no reason to do so.

The two other trainers dash forward to the two machines, searching them for some switch, access panel, anything, but it is no use. They are controlled from Giovanni’s hover plane. There is no way to stop them from here.

"We can't stop it!" One of them cries. Very well then. You shall try escaping yourself.

“Then I must use what remains of my power.” You grit you teeth together. This will hurt more than ever. “Either these machines will be destroyed, or I will." You say. You know you don’t have enough power left to stop them. You will be destroyed. But at least that way Giovanni will not be able to use you for his own purposes. You won’t be able to help any of the other clones he has captured, but there is nothing you can do about that now. Well, you have one shot left. You pour the rest of your power and energy into the sphere, trying to counteract the charge it is placing on you.

The pain is in a completely different league to the one before. This attacks every cell of your being, the counteracting forces threatening to bodily shred you to pieces. But you keep on the offensive, despite every inch of you feeling as if it is being ripped into subatomic shreds. You don’t even realise that you are screaming, your mind focused on fighting, fighting, fighting for freedom. You have one shot at this, and you won’t waste it. If you have to go, you will go down fighting. You will not give in to Giovanni. He cannot force you to fight for him. He cannot break your will. HE WILL NOT ENSLAVE YOU! THIS IS NOT YOUR PURPOSE!

"Hang in there Mewtwo!” The trainer below cries out, then turns to the two Pikachu beside him. “Both of you, help out using your Thunderbolt!"

And suddenly, just as you use up the remains of your power, the pain lessens. You fall to the ground as the sphere disappears, unable to levitate yourself down, and the impact breaks several bones.

"You did it!" The trainer cries, rushing towards you. “You beat them!”

You don‘t have the strength to move, so you simply lie there where you fell. “Yes,” you agree, “but I have also destroyed myself." you sigh, closing your eyes momentarily.

The Pikachu grab one of your hands and pull you, trying to get you to get up, crying out for you to come with them to the spring, and the talking Meowth translates their speech for the humans. "They're saying come to the spring, Mewtwo!" You aren't even shocked at its speech anymore. You are too tired for that.

"The water there did help to revive the Pikachu, maybe it'll help you too." The other trainer says, crossing his arms.

"Then let's go there!" the first trainer agrees, bending down to try and help you up.

"You're not going anywhere.” Giovanni’s voice cuts through your mind like a piercing saw. “Mewtwo belongs to me and I alone will be the one to decide whether it will survive or not."

He must have been monitoring you. He stands three feet away with a group of his followers behind him in that sickeningly orange suit of his, one hand in his pocket, looking very muck like a man who knows he has complete control over the situation. After all, what can three trainers do against a whole group of Rockets?

"Oh no you won't, we won't let you!" The two other trainers shout, standing up and pulling out their pokéballs from their packs, releasing the Pokémon inside. It seemed as if they wanted to protect you more than they cared for their own safety.

"You take Mewtwo." One of them says to the first trainer, who is still kneeling by your side. "Okay!" He picks you up, and slings your arm over his shoulder, supporting your weight almost fully.

"No!" Giovanni cries, stepping towards you with his hand outstretched. But just at that moment, the other clones emerge around them, some from the water, some from the rocks above them, surrounding Giovanni’s Team from behind. It seems they are all here to try and help you.

"What?!” Giovanni cries, turning around to face the new arrivals. “So, you wish to defy me as your leader then? Very well then, I'll crush you too!" And while he is distracted by them, the trainer holding you up takes this opportunity and disappears with you beyond the nearest rock outcrop, and turns into the cave that has steps leading up to the spring.

You lose track of what is happening outside, as your psychic powers have been worn out to such a point you cannot extend them any further than a metre away, and even that causes you extreme pain. The trainer holds you up, and the two of you make your way up in through the centre of the island using a stairway you created for easy access to the spring.

As you lean on him, you survey the trainer helping you. “Why? Why are you helping me?" you ask, confusion and admiration mingling in your unspoken words.

The trainer smiles slightly. "Well for one thing you saved my Pikachu. That's a good reason." He says, adjusting his hold on you, and stepping closer to the exit up top.

You consider his words for a moment.
He is helping you because his Pokémon was kept safe? Really? “Is that the only reason?"

The trainer looks at you for a second, sad questioning eyes meeting your own. "Do you always need a reason to help somebody?"

You look away. “Perhaps you are unique, a unique human. One of a kind." This trainer is extraordinary. He, a human, is helping you without any gain for himself, just because he thinks it is right.

You reach the top of the stairs and step out into the sunlight. "You're one of a kind too. Everybody is!" he says, enthusiasm pouring out of his voice.

You chuckle slightly, and even this small action causes you pain. “I do not know what I am, and soon it may not matter." you sigh. The trainer refuses to reply to that.

Even though the waters of this spring did help the Pikachu, you are a clone. They probably won’t work. You are different, you don’t belong here, and so the water won’t heal you. And when it does not, you shall cease to exist, as you already feel what is left of your energy seeping out of you as if there was a hole in your essence through which it was escaping. You do not have long left on this earth. Once you go, you shall cease being an outcast, and simply cease to be.

The trainer carries you forwards towards the spring. Two researchers stand at the edge of the water, examining it, but they turn around at your approach. “What Pokémon is that?” they ask, distracted momentarily from what they are doing. You aren’t even shocked to see them. There are so many humans here already, after all. What do two more matter?

The trainer replies quickly, not stopping his progress towards the spring edge. "This is Mewtwo. It's real weak and it needs to get into that spring water fast or it's not gonna make it!" he says. It seems almost as if the three of them know each other. Maybe they do. Maybe it was them dangling from the balloon by that wire those days ago. You don’t care to think of that now. It hurts too much.

"Wait, you can't get that pokemon near the water, it might contaminate the whole spring! This water has minerals humans need!" One of the researchers objects, trying to stop the trainers progress, but he just pushes past the researcher.

"I'm sorry, but right now the one who needs this water most is Mewtwo!" he cries and throws you into the water.

You float down through the crystal clear waters towards the bottom. You have seen this place. You have been here before. Was it in your dreams? Images flash before your eyes of this very spring. But this is no dream. Mew flashes before your eyes. Are you hallucinating? You can‘t be sure. You feel new life rising within you. If these waters have the same restoring effect on you as they do on other pokemon, pokemon who belong to this world, could it be that this world is your rightful place too? You open your eyes wide, and swallow a mouthful of the water. It is almost sweet in its purity, and immediately you feel your strength return to you as if you had never been injured at all.

It is time to take care of Giovanni.

"This place belongs to me!" you hear him cry up above you in the air. He probably arrived in his hover plane. A blast sends shockwaves through the water. He is attacking the spring! You use your newly restored energy and shoot through the water up out into the air, appearing right beside Giovanni’s hover plane.

“You will not defile this place! It does not belong to you, any more than I do!" You begin to gather the power you were given by the spring and seep it out into the rocks around you.

“This place has given me new life. Now I shall use all my power to defend it."

Every last photon of energy is gathered from you and sent out into the surrounding area, engulfing everything in shimmering blue light. No matter what it takes, you shall protect this place. Your mind works in overdrive, searching, searching for the right place…
....
"This is amazing!"

The whole lake, island, Pokémon and trainers are now beneath the rocks of the Mount, in a large cave. The trainer who helped you to the lake before stands beside you, overlooking the water, a grin plastered on his face.

“I have moved the lake and the spring beneath mount Quena.” you explain. “They will be protected here." you survey tour work with a critical eye. The layout of the island may have changed slightly, as you had to adjust it to fit the cave beneath the Mount, but it mostly remains unchanged.

"Wait 'till I call Professor Oak and tell him about this!" The trainer crows. You, however, shake your head at that.

“You will tell no-one. Once you leave this place, you must leave behind your memories of me and all you have seen here." You turn away from him. This is necessary, even though he objects.

"You're gonna make us forget? But forgetting things doesn't mean they never happened!" The trainers friend says, with a hurt look on his face. You feel bad for them. After all, he and his friends did help you and all the other Pokémon here.

Nevertheless, for their safety and yours, you clear the events of these past few days from their minds, and relocate everyone, Giovanni and his Team included, beyond the Mount. You made that trainer forget once before.. Now that he can no longer remember you, again, he won’t remember your last action towards him, despite his kindness. Once he and his friends are safely out of the way, you set the rest of the Pokémon with you free. They have control of their own lives, and you cannot keep them locked away on an island forever. They must choose their own paths. And even though the trainers won't remember what happened, you will. He will forever remain in your memory for the kindness he showed you, despite what you are.

“That is almost my whole history. I missed out a few details, and obviously certain details are clouded through time, but that is what happened. Obviously what you saw at the very beginning, the events with Amber, I only unlocked much later, after the events of Mount Quena, but I thought it would make more sense to show you this in order."

Once again, you realise that these events aren't your own experience, and you are actually a human. You regain your own sight, and the first thing you notice is Mewtwo, sitting there with your back to you, not three paces away. You do not know what to say. All your assumptions of this pokemon have been turned upside down.

And now you realise that beneath the hard mask of the brutal fighter there is a wary, resentful, lonely creature, which refrains from making any type of contact with the rest of the world in fear of repeating the events of the past. You feel kinda sorry for it.

And not only that, but you also now know the answer to the question it refused to answer: you know its fears. After all, though they weren’t mentioned, you had become it for…however long you have now been standing here. It fears the cruelty of humans, and it fears for the well-being of the other pokemon around it. And it fears capture, fears being locked away somewhere. And it also fears itself, and what it could do if it was captured and forced to obey commands. For all its enormous power, its fears are almost habitual. You shake your head.

(ooc: for whoever plays Ash-if you want the events to happen like in the special, and proper mention of Ash by name, just let me know and I’ll adjust it <3 )

“ Oh and by the way... I have tired of your pointless questions.”
It stands up in one quick motion, and leaps fluidly into the air. It seems its psychic powers are what give it the means to fly through the air like that. Perhaps fly is not the right term. It imposes the image of wings. And as you stand there thinking about your improper use of language, Mewtwo vanishes beyond the now regathering storm clouds. Uh-oh, you’d better run for it- you don’t want to get caught up in this downpour. Pity you didn’t get to ask your last question…

I'm just a proxy for..

As you run through the now pitch black plains, the downpour races towards you. The droplets of water seem to engulf you in an icy wave, and you slip up on the suddenly soggy ground. Mewtwo is unexpectedly upon you again, and shouts the reply to your question at you, the words enforced by the ferocity of the storm.
“I am nobody’s proxy! I answer to myself alone! I act on the behalf of the forces of Havoc!”
After that, he turns tail and flees into the storm clouds above you. Well, this was nice. Wait, what are you doing here anyway? You could swear you were sent here to do some research on something…and got distracted by…someone…Whatever. You can’t remember. Now, about this getting drenched business…
You dash in the direction of home…

(sorry for this -.-)

[cassie]

Accepted!

Oh my Havoc, you've done an amazing job. You portrayed him beautifully, and the history was spectacular. I love the depth in which you went into, and the idea of reliving the experiance through Mewtwo's eyes like that is brillaint. You've really excelled yourself here, congratulations!!

Now, get roleplaying at once! <3333