Weak Might

[Darien Shields]

Curiouser and Curiouser.

I told y'all that it was Marty's dad that was the real trouble maker, but didja listen? Didja listen? No! (Well, maybe Otto did...) BTW, the conversation with Zac confused me. Who was giving who their cards? Was Marty giving his to Zac? That would make sense, but you've got "sure" Zac whooped, or something like that, which implies to me that it is Zac who is saying sure.

I wonder, how familiar Marty is with the blade. Anointed with his own blood, it is absolution for spilling anothers.

[Powarun]

IT was awsome, honestly, I think that the dark blade, will effect Acio, what ever his name is and make him a nice guy. Evil plus Evil equal greater evil, subtract a good side, and you have two Antagonist, and no protagonist, so one Mewtwo may become a good person. And people wonder, why does Marty hate Mewtwo, maybe he was injected with Mewtwo blood as a medicle reason and the side effect is hating m2. The magi part was okay.

[Darien Shields]

Okay, I hate to state the obvious but... Every Chapter in this part has had Marty and followed his actions and stuff, focussing mainly on his feelings. So, he's the protagonist, right?

[Ultra_Poke2000]

I know ive been gone for like 3 or 4 weeks, but the end of school is a drag, with tons of last minute projects they give you and trying to perfect your grade average for the year, so ive had zero free time. i might be able to get back on later and i know ill have a ton of reading to do, but im just letting everyone know im not gone 4 good. i get out of school on the 31st, so from then on ill have bajillions of free time. i dont have time to read now, so cya later!:wave:

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

GeneChildMewtwo: Magi has dreams that when she evolves, she turns evil. Such a thing would scare anyone into not wanting to evolve, especially if you dream it repeatedly.

Darien Shields: Yes, Marty's dad is bad, and Marty is sorta a main character. So is Acciaio.

Powarun: They're not exactly Antagonists... an antagonist is someone who tries to keep the protagnist for meeting his/her goal or harming him/her. Magi is the only really good main character here, and they have not met. (and Keshaa)

Ultra_Poke2000: Yes, school is evil... It is also going to keep me busy until it's over in about... a week. Can all of you guys wait that long for another chappy? I have exams I need to make A's on. >.< I'll write more chappys when they're gone...

[Ultra_Poke2000]

awsome chapters!!! Magi wont evolve, which i think is a good thing, judging from Shadowed M2's sig, and Magi's dreams. Marty seems to be a bit psyco, but its partly understandable, although he seems to be strangly saddistic... Acciaio seems to be just misunderstood, and has had an extremely hard life, poor kid/pokemon/thing. Marty with psychic powers... weird!!!

btw, how do u pronounce "Acciaio"? keep up the good work!

[ralts_mudkip]

I'm realy likeing this story, I've found this thread and read this story form the begining and so far it's great. :yes:
KEEP WRITING PLEEASE!!! :D

[demosdemon]

:yes: I approve Shadowed Mewtwo!
:yes: :yes: :yes: :yes:
:rolleyes: :rolleyes: :D

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Hello new readers! I have a chappy! FINALLY!!! It took me dreaming that my story dropped and everyone hated me for it to make me write! ^^;; DariShields and GeneChildMewtwo, I thank you two for helping me get my mind into my story once more!

This chappy isn't good... It's mostly filler. >.< And it took me a while to get into writing it... *sigh* I'M SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG!!!

~*~Chapter 20~*~

Marty’s head throbbed like crazy. He tried to open his eyes, but it just made him feel worse, and the world around him was black anyway. He could not feel his body nor the ground, if he was even on the ground. He had no idea what position he was in, or if he was truly alive. So, he let himself slip back into slumber.

In his dreams he was being held by a woman, a woman with soft loving eyes and deep black hair that draped about the two of them and helped keep them warm. In his dream she cooed a gentle song, and it filled him with peace and comfort. He smiled at her, and though he was an infant, he knew exactly who she was. She was his mother.

The woman looked beautiful, but the light in her eyes he knew should be there was absent. He studied her a long time, and read her very heart through her eyes. It was as though her very soul had been ripped apart, the way she looked at him, and the remains were crumbling within her. Had he done such a thing?

Yet Marty’s mother continued to sing, and as he placed his tiny hand on her arm, a tear fell down her face onto it. She gently wiped it away, then pressed him close to her.
“No matter what happens, I will always love you my child…” she whispered.

Then, his beloved mother faded away.

“NO!” Marty screamed as he jerked back into consciousness. He mind protested with this sudden action, but he pushed the pain away to look about himself. He was on the ground against a tree with some sort of muck speared all over his throbbing head. The nasty stuff was also spread on other random injuries any other place on him, and looked to be made of mashed plants.

He looked around some more and found his things beside him, and his Bulbasaur was sleeping on his knee. For a moment Marty considered shoving him off, but he hurt to bad to do that. Instead, he looked around even more.

They were still in the forest, but in a different section. They were very deep inside; it looked like night still, though it smelled like mid-afternoon…

Wait. It SMELLED like mid-afternoon? Since when did he smell time?!

Marty tried to move and get more comfortable, but a shot of pain made him grow still. He gave a little gasp at the incredible agony that coursed through him and shut his eyes for a moment. Just how much pain could a person feel?!

As the horrible feeling eased slightly the injured boy opened his eyes again and this time noticed Acciaio sleeping not too far away. He had covered his own arm in the mucky plant mixture and put it in a sling made of leaves. Every once in a while he would wince in his own pain, a fact that made Marty feel slightly better. The dumb Pokemon deserved it for stealing his Torchic.

Suddenly, the entire battle flooded back into Marty’s memory, and anger filled him to its limits. He had tried to kill Acciaio, but had lost the battle. . . drat! He was at the mercy of this Pokemon! And to make matters worse, the stupid Mewtwo probably knew it!

Marty tried to move again, and couldn’t help but cry out as the pain jabbed into his brain and back. He jerked back into his former position, but the sudden action worsened the situation, and he began to panic. Big mistake.

Marty nearly got up to run as he went blind again from his injury, but instead fell and knocked his cracked skull against the tree. The pain that followed was unbearable.

The pale boy fell to the ground writhing in agony as the pain increased from all the movement. All those around him woke up in a flash.

“Marty, Marty! Are you okay?!” cried his Bulbasaur in alarm. Marty did not seem to hear him as he finally lay still, crying softly. Then, quite suddenly, a spasm attack overtook the creature’s trainer, and Acciaio was up in a flash, holding the sobbing boy down.
“Let me go!” Marty shouted through his tears as soon as he gained control of himself. “I’m dying as it is! I don’t need to get eaten!”

{Foolish human, it is me, your traveling partner} The Mewtwo said calmly as he pinned Marty to the ground as well as he could with one arm.
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?!” screeched the injured child, kicking and shouting his pain to the world. “Mewtwos are monsters! Leave me alone!”

“Master Marty, please calm down! You’ll hurt yourself even more if you keep doing that!” said Marty’s Bulbasaur urgently.
“Shut up, you ugly brute!” growled Marty as he finally shoved Acciaio away and gripped his head in pain. “I can’t get much more injured than this!” Both Mewtwo and starters stared as Marty curled into a little ball and rocked back and forth crying, completely unaware that he had just understood his Pokemon.

“What is happening to my master…?” whispered the Bulbasaur fearfully. Acciaio looked down at the boy’s Pokemon silently, showing no true worry over his partner.
{He has a cracked skull. His brain may be injured, but it looks more like I knocked out hidden skills than made him lose them} The Mewtwo yawned, not caring at all what he had done. The Bulbasaur felt his blood boil.

The little frog-like Pokemon glared at Acciaio until it nearly became an attack with its intensity. The cyborg studied him quietly, but showed no signs of being intimidated. After a while, one of them spoke.
{Do you have something you wish to say to me, Bulbasaur?} He asked absently, seemingly bored with the whole matter of Marty. The Bulbasaur fumed with rage.

“Something to say to you? Something to say to you?! You nearly killed my master!! MY master!!!! The one being I am to protect and become one with! You then blow it off and act like nothing happened! Have you no conscience?! I’ve heard of you, how you hate humans, but killing one and not caring?! What kind of monster are you???” The Bulbasaur spat. Acciaio shrugged.
{I lost my conscious long ago, along with half my upper body. I could never feel guilty killing a human.} Then he walked off.

Marty’s Bulbasaur stood there a moment, staring at Acciaio in disbelief. The trainer really didn’t care… How could he think that way? Marty was a wreck… his head was battered so bad he might die any second, and would definitely die if he didn’t see a doctor! And Acciaio didn’t care…

His heart heavy, the Pokemon trudged over to his Pokeball and sucked himself back in. There was nothing more he could do.

Marty had finally fallen unconscious again.

~*~*~

Magi sniffed the small blocks of food that had been placed before her. They were ugly multicolored things, with chunks of berry sticking that. The things looked completely revolting.

The large orange-gold Magikarp looked up at her obese trainer plaintively, hoping that he wouldn’t make her eat the things. The man, however, took her expression wrong, and gently nudged her closer to the food.
“There ya go!” he laughed. “Eat up, an’ tell me which one you like!”
“Karp?” Questioned Magi miserably, trying to look as sad as she could so he would have mercy on her.
“Courtney, they’re PokeBlocks! They’ll make ya beautiful! I make them special where they have no texture to them at all, so that ya can eat an infinite amount! We’ll win hands down!”

The female Magikarp studied the food again. She felt compelled to ask what they tasted like, but she knew the man could not answer her. So, sucking in her breath nervously, she grabbed a pink, gold, and green swirled block from the top of the pile and swallowed. Just as the man said, she could hardly feel it slide down her throat, but it filled her mouth with a delightfully sweet taste that she had never felt before. For a moment she just flopped wildly in delight.

Keshaa grinned down at her from their master’s shoulder. He was stronger already, and you could tell just by looking at him. The scars about his body no longer made him look pathetic but ferocious, and she felt that if she had not known him before now, she would never have the nerve to meet him. He was that dangerous and scary.

“It’s that good, huh?” laughed the Seadra, his eyes glittering with delight at his friend’s happiness.
“She likes it then?” Smiled the man to his Pokemon.
“Yeah, she’s literally jumping for joy!” They both laughed at that.

“Hey Joe, I thought PokeBlocks were one color,” said Keshaa after they were done. The man laughed again and scratched Keshaa behind his single ear.
“It’s a fisher’s secret formula! There aren’t just berries in those things…”
“What else is there?”
“If I told you, it wouldn’t be a secret!”

The two continued to laugh as Magi wolfed down the special food. Every scale on her body shone with more health and color each bite. Soon she would be beautiful.

~*~*~

Keahi looked ready to cry.

The little Torchic stood there, the ring of yellow fur and feathers around her neck bristling with her horror at what Acciaio and Marty had done. The Mewtwo had just finished telling her about it.

“Mahtey wanted me, Mastah Acciaio? Enough to kill you? How hahible…” The tiny wingless bird gently rubbed her beak against her trainer’s injured arm, making him wince. The bit of that evil blade that had chipped itself on his chest plate was still in his, making his injuries worse and worse. It hurt as much as being badly poisoned.

Keahi jerked back when she hurt him, and watched with a miserable face as Acciaio got some more medicine he had made and wiped it over the black wound on his shoulder. The Mewtwo then began to gather things and put them into the backpack he had retrieved from their previous camp. He put in the medicine, blankets, and other things that were both his and Marty’s.

After that he recalled his Pokemon and put both Keahi and the Bulbasaur’s Pokeballs into the backpack as well. He wrapped his torn red jacket around his shoulders and put one strap of the backpack around his mechanical shoulder. He left what he didn’t need, including Marty’s clothes, and took whatever he could carry in his condition. He planned on leaving his “partner” behind to die.

The cyborg collected his things, took a bite of some food he found, and turned to walk away and leave the human world forever. He wasn’t sure what stopped him from following through with this.

Whatever it was, it made him turn around and study Marty one last time before he left, promising that he would. He took in the pathetic form silently, his real eye void of emotion as usual.

Marty had fresh blood running down his face, and tears pouring down his cheeks. Occasionally he made little spasms, and his face was losing color again. Acciaio snorted and turned away again, but did not walk. Instead he just looked at the ground, fighting with himself over what he should do. He could not carry Marty, and was in no mood to waste any more effort in helping a human…

Suddenly Marty cried out, and reached his arm out for some invisible form in his dreams.
“Leave her alone you monster!” he screamed, and then he paused as though waiting for a reaction. Obviously he did not get what he wanted, however, for his eyes jerked wide open and for the second time that day he screamed “NO!!!” This was not what made Acciaio’s decision. It was what followed.

“You monster… I will kill you… I will hunt you down and kill you!! YOU SHALL PAY FOR TAKING MY MOTHER’S LIFE!!!”

For a moment Marty, in his anger, was surrounded by a great Psychic Barrier that swirled an odd blue and green, then he dropped into deep unconsciousness again from the effort. His face was contorted with pain, but Acciaio doubted the pain was from his head injury. taking my mother’s life… A monster had taken the boy’s mother? … Just as one had taken his own…

Acciaio walked back to Marty and took out his medicine. Gently, he wiped the stuff over the boy’s head, then took off and ripped his only jacket to wrap like a bandage. After that, the Mewtwo sat down, released the two Pokemon, and coldly told them to make a fire and gather food. He would stay with “the human.” The Bulbasaur nearly refused to obey until Acciaio threatened to attack and kill him.

When they were both out of sight, Acciaio pressed close to Marty and shared the last of his Recovers to save his new companion.

[GeneChildMewtwo]

Yay! New Chapter!
Well, I'm glad I could help. ^_^ Anyway, onto the comments and stuff...

It wasn't completely filler, as this chapter managed to shed some light on Marty and Acciaio. Well, now we know why Marty has a step mother.

Marty still seems as stubborn as ever, not that Acciaio is really all that nice either but... Hopefully they'll be able to travel together without trying to kill one another in the future? It does seem that Acciaio's heart is beginning to open up just a little... Hopefully Marty can make a change too. I hope for the best, although I can see that that would be difficult for all involved.

I guess the part with Magi and Keesha was kinda fillerish, but I didn't know that Keesha and Joe could communicate... Now I know. ^_^ Also you plugged PokeBlocks. Whee!

Also, Ultra_Poke2000 I asked SM about the same thing, (pronounciation of "Acciaio") and she said: "I don't know exactly how to pronounce the word, since I don't know French, but I pronounce it U-see-ae-ee-oe. ^^;;" It's actually a few posts back if you look, but I C/Ped it here if you're lazy. ^_^

Well, thanks for the new chapter, and I'm looking forward to the future. (I say that a lot... but really where else do you look to for this kind of thing? ^_^;; )

Keep it up!

[Darien Shields]

I'm depressed right now for an untold reason, so I'll just say that I've read it. I'll expand later...

[Otto=ottO]

It's not that bad. So... the fisher man can understand them??
Marty is psychic? STill good.

[ralts_mudkip]

Originally posted by GeneChildMewtwo
Yay! New Chapter!
Well, I'm glad I could help. ^_^ Anyway, onto the comments and stuff...

It wasn't completely filler, as this chapter managed to shed some light on Marty and Acciaio. Well, now we know why Marty has a step mother.

Marty still seems as stubborn as ever, not that Acciaio is really all that nice either but... Hopefully they'll be able to travel together without trying to kill one another in the future? It does seem that Acciaio's heart is beginning to open up just a little... Hopefully Marty can make a change too. I hope for the best, although I can see that that would be difficult for all involved.

I guess the part with Magi and Keesha was kinda fillerish, but I didn't know that Keesha and Joe could communicate... Now I know. ^_^ Also you plugged PokeBlocks. Whee!

Also, Ultra_Poke2000 I asked SM about the same thing, (pronounciation of "Acciaio") and she said: "I don't know exactly how to pronounce the word, since I don't know French, but I pronounce it U-see-ae-ee-oe. ^^;;" It's actually a few posts back if you look, but I C/Ped it here if you're lazy. ^_^

Well, thanks for the new chapter, and I'm looking forward to the future. (I say that a lot... but really where else do you look to for this kind of thing? ^_^;; )

Keep it up! You took the words right of my fingertips. :P what can i say? keep writing! :D

[Powarun]

Good cxhapter, So Accatio does have a small heart after all. And how he threatened to kill the Bulbasaur, that was great, but please don't kill him, I like the guy who stands up to the enemy for the sake of others. And Marty, you should know better than get up.

Magi, you better win the contest and lets hope your fat trainer is NOT cheating

[Doomykins]

Yay! There's a new chapter! I was so worried that you had disapeared liky Voty and the others. There are really good writers that have been gone for way longer than they said they would be. I was getting worried about you.

Anyways, this chapter was not a filler. Excet maybe the Magi part, yet that might all prove to be necesary info in the future.


Wait. It SMELLED like mid-afternoon? Since when did he smell time?!

The different times of day usualy do have different smells I'll-have-you-know. And I like um. :P

[V.o.t.M]

Yay! New chapter! Now I can write again!

Aw, Marty misses his biological mama.

*Everyone goes aww*

Aw, Cyber Mew nearly left him to rot.

*Everyone opens their mouths to say aww but then stop and frown in confusion*

Whoosh!:D

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Heh, maybe Magi will be disqualified because Joe used advanced Blocks or something...

'Nyways, that Bulbasaur really is loyal! Protecting Marty no matter what! And his Psychic powers are surfacing... And we learn that his mother was murdered... By a M2?

Well... Summarizing all this I say this wasn't a filler, SM!

[Zenith Magus]

Shadowed Mewtwo- I have just finished reading the current chapters of your fic. The storyline is intriguing with the many mysteries it presents. However, I do have to ask a question. Will Magi/Foul's life with the fisherman and Marty's journey with the cybernetic Mewtwo ever intertwine? For that matter, why introduce the sub-plot of Marty's journey?

[Darien Shields]

I don't know if I am quite authorised to answer, but SM won't be on for a bit, so I'll tell you what I know, and she can right the record later.

This is a merger of story ideas, which is why they're not directly connected, and also, Marty thing is not a Sub Plot., if anything, Magi and Co are a sort of Prologue to the story. Because of the nature of the merge, the two different stories will take a long time to converge, but from what I've pieced together it seems certain key events are required to make the two plots merge... I will say no more, for fear of saying that which I am sworn not to reveal.

But on a more regular tone, I liked the chapter, a bit more pro Marty fuel, but the mob seems to be resting right now, so I'll save it for later. Does Marty have Synethsesia (i.e. the power to smell things you see, taste things you hear, see things you touch, etc. i.e "I smell nine inch nails.")? And what the hell is his other pokemon?

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

GeneChildMewtwo: I love Acciaio, as well as Marty... and Magi... and Keshaa! Don't you? *huggles them* Though you're right, Marty is very stubborn.

Darien Shields: I don't mind you answering Dari... Though it's actually about four or five stories melded together... The rest you're right about. :)

Otto=ottO: Well thank you very much!

ralts_mudkip: I wouldn't think about stopping. I love to write! :P

Powarun: Why does everyone think Joe's cheating??? oO;; And dun' worry, I don't think Marty is moving again any time soon.

Doomykins: Never worry about me unless my story gets to the last page and I still don't show. I'll either post a chap fast, draw a picture, or *bump* if I have to, but if I don't, then declare me gone. oo;;

V.o.t.M: Never wait for me! Sometimes I rely on you alone for my own inspiration! :D

Crystalmaster Mike: Isn't he though? Marty doesn't deserve someone that loyal... *scowls*

Zenith Magus: I never actually planned using Marty in this much detail until I wrote the prologue and was making up a buch of chars for fun. I found Acciaio and him fascinating, so I kept them, and they just sorta demanded as big a part as they got. Believe me, at first this story was gonna be really shallow and dumb. >.< Marty puts a twist in the plot I woulnd't otherwise have! ... And yes, the two plots will join in time... ^^;;

~*~Chapter 21~*~

Standing silently in front of Marty’s already long forgotten house was a familiar young boy. He was not like most boys, for his human body was covered in white fur and the long hair he held back in a ponytail was a dark purple. His eyes were a similar color, as was his Mewtwo tail. His legs were like a human’s, but his two-toed feet showed that he was not altogether normal. His Mewtwo-like ears were flat against his head in disgust as he waited for someone to answer the door. He had been here for fifteen minutes.

After a little while more of waiting, Zac lifted his furry five-fingered hand and knocked at the door, this time rather loudly.
“HEY!!! Is anybody in there?!” he screamed at the top of his voice, “Marty said I could have his Pokemon cards, and I’ve come to get them!!!” When there was no answer, Zac tensed his body and threw himself into the door, knocking it off its hinges. The Mewtwo-hybrid blushed and chuckled nervously as Marty’s father rushed into the room and stared at the wreckage.
“Uh… heheh… I can fix this…” he said sheepishly as the man’s face turned the color of cherries in his rage. Slowly, carefully, Zac lifted himself and watched as the man walked into the kitchen… and came back with a black knife exactly like the one he had given to Marty.
“Oh shoot…” He hissed under his breath, just before Marty’s father lunged for his throat.

~*~*~

Magi once again found that she had to go to sleep.

It was late, and the world about her was smothered in blackness that made her terrified to fall into unseeing slumber. Evil seemed to lurk about her, hidden in the night…

Once the Magikarp had lived at the bottom of the ocean where it was always dark, but that was long ago, and she now craved the light when shadows surrounded her. Even in her tank, completely safe behind thick walls of glass, she was frightened. Keshaa slumbered beside her, but even he could never chase out the cold and emptiness of the night. The now very beautiful Magikarp trembled despite the warmth of the water and whimpered her distress.

The powerful yet badly scarred Seadra beside her immediately awoke and nudged his lovely friend. Then for a little bit he just gazed at her. Ever since she had eaten those Pokeblocks, Magi was the most wonderful creature he had ever laid eyes on. Every scale on her glittered with golden beauty in the moonlight, and her lean body moved with such grace that it seemed like she was dancing.

He was more eager then ever to sleep beside her for comfort. He wouldn’t mind doing so the rest of his life if she desired…

“Keshaa, I don’t want to go to sleep!” Said his friend with a sudden cry, pressing close to him. The large Seahorse looked at her with surprise as she began to tremble.
“I hate my dreams!” She continued, “They always tell of evil and horrors that I do not understand! Slumber leaves me more exhausted the next! My mind is filled with evil that I want nothing to do with! And my strange friend is probably dead…”

Keshaa nudged her again, but this time it was gentler and loving, like a boy comforting his little sister when she scrapes her leg against the pavement. The Magikarp looked up at him, and for the first time, Keshaa found the startling fact that her eyes had green irises. He was not sure if it had come from the Pokeblocks or if she had been born with it, but sure enough her eyes were a dark emerald color that both contrasted and complimented her golden scales. The new discovery just added to her beauty.

“Nothing will happen to you, Magi,” he whispered in his awe, “I promise you that you will have no nightmares tonight.”
“How can you keep the evil out of my dreams?” she whispered back, tears flowing from her eyes and vanishing into the water around them. Keshaa’s heart tore at the pain he saw in her, but he simply stroked her with one of his long spiked fins to comfort her. The tears stopped, but the pain did not go away.
“I am your friend, Magi, and I promise you that those nightmares will leave you at least tonight. Evil cannot overcome the care I have for you. Love and good will drive it away. I promise.”

The large golden Magikarp managed to smile as she let her body fall limp against him. Only her fins moved as she fell into slumber, and soon her friend did the same.

~*~*~

Zac gripped Marty’s dad’s arm as well as he could, holding the deadly blade just inches away from his throat. The hybrid silently thanked his father for the harsh training he had suffered through most of his life as he squeezed the arm until the man dropped his weapon with a shriek.

As Marty’s father sat cradling his sore arm, Zac slowly lifted himself and slipped the blade into the belt on his jeans. The half human gave a Mewtwo glare to the man for attacking him, but when his foe did not get up, his harsh gaze softened.

“Come on, let’s see how bad your arm’s hurt Mr. Larnezz.” He said gently, peering over the man’s shoulder at his wrist. It was already starting to bruise darkly and showed signs of swelling. The sight made Zac wince.

Carefully, the ten-year-boy helped the man to his feet and led him to the kitchen. The whole way there he fussed and babbled like a mother hen.
“Well that looks really bad so we better put some ice on it no arguing we gotta put ice on it or it’ll get really bad and I don’t wanna be responsible for an injury so ice right now and we’ll fix that up…” He went on and on, slurring his sentences together in a confusing, hastened manner. Mr. Larnezz just watched him while he was led into the kitchen.

Zac showed the man to a seat and turned to get some ice. He did not move, but simply lifted a hand and used his Psychic powers to open the freezer and remove the ice. Mr. Larnezz sat and watched him blankly, as though he were no longer able to comprehend what was going on. The distant look in his eyes worried Zac, but he said nothing about it as he wrapped the ice and let the ready pack fall into his hands.

“Now hold this against your wrist until it’s numb, sir, while I fix your door.” The boy commanded, then left to carry out his plans. Mr. Larnezz stared at the place he had been as though he himself were dead.

~*~*~

Magi looked about herself uncomfortably. About her was a nothingness that she had seen only once before, and that had been when she was dying. Her body felt cold as she remembered the horrible feeling of drifting away to become a part of this nothingness, this empty obis where not even a hint of light found its way and no life could exist.

A sudden fear lurched through her as she wondered if she were dying again.

In panic, Magi tried to flee. As she swam hastily through the nothingness she found she could not tell if she was moving, for there was nothing to compare herself to. She could not feel, could not sense, could not see, for there was nothing there TO sense! The idea nearly drove her crazy.

Then, quite suddenly, a small group of figures appeared in front of her.

Once again, Magi was pushed by forces she could not sense towards the cluster of things, though she soon found she wanted it to stop. The creatures were horribly warped and disfigured. Some were missing legs or arms of had too many. Somes’ heads were too small and others’ too large. Some had eyes in the wrong places, or extra… things… poking out of them in random places. Some looked like they were full of too many organs, and others too few. The whole scene was nauseating.

Then, if that weren’t bad enough, as Magi went closer, her head suddenly spun with a terrible power that came from them with such intensity that she felt she might be crushed. The Magikarp squirmed and cried out from the pain, causing all the creatures to turn and look at her… Those that had eyes to do so…

~*~*~

Zac leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, studying Marty’s father. The man looked nothing like his son, or vice versa, and at the moment was a mess. His brown hair looked very much unkempt and his tan face was taught from some unknown strain. He held the ice with an unsteady hand as it melted against the warmth of his arm and dripped onto his leg. He made no attempt to move so his clothes wouldn’t get wet.

Zac saw an odd emptiness in Larnezz’s eyes, and suddenly the hybrid realized the man smelled strongly of alcohol…

“Sir, have you been drinking?” the boy demanded, striding into the room angrily. The man looked up at him miserably.
“You shouldn’t drink! It makes you do dumb things, like attacking your wife… and me!” Zac continued, removing the ice and checking the bruises on Larnezz’s wrist. When he found everything all right, he helped the man to his feet, led him into the living room and eased him onto a small leather couch. While he did this, Larnezz laughed at Zac’s comment then began to babble.
“S’only th’ng ah can do…” He slurred in his drunken state, “Th’s dang Mewtw’s ruinin’ m’ lahf… L’vin’ me with ah st’pid brat tah r’se alone… Ah try to get’m ah Mewtw’n k’p up with the t’mes… b’t NO! ‘E’s all rude ‘n sel’sh’n ‘Mewtw’s loowa t’n peeps’… Th’ ‘e’s j’st doin’ what ah do… I call Mewtw’s m’nstes… Sn’ ‘e c’lls’em m’nstes too. Ah’sti‘ate ‘at kid…”

Larnezz settled on the couch and looked at Zac with dark, glazed eyes.
“Who’re you?” he demanded, pointing an accusing finger at the boy. Zac blinked with surprise.
“My name is Zac, sir. I’m a friend of Marty’s.”
“@#$% him!” Larnezz snapped. The hybrid blinked a second time.
“Um… He’s your son… Are you sure you want to talk about him like that?…”
“He’s no son of mine!!” growled the man angrily; his dark eyes suddenly filled wild hatred. His words were unusually clear and any signs of being drunk suddenly vanished. “That little freak is just what my wife left behind, God rest her soul. The only reason I haven’t killed him is because she loved him so badly…” His voice trailed off and he stared at Zac’s feet for a moment in sorrow. His guest waited in respective silence.

Suddenly Larnezz stood up and glared at Zac.
“Did you fix my door, boy? You’d better, if you value your life!” The child gulped and nodded. As though the fact that he kept his promise fixed everything, Larnezz let himself fall onto the couch again and sighed.
“Be happy I’m drunk. If I weren’t you’d be dead… What are you here for again?”
“Marty said I could have his Mewtopian cards, sir.”

Larnezz nodded, then let out a loud yawn and ran his fingers through his mud-colored hair.
“Marty’s room’s upstairs to the left; it’s the really white one. You can fly, right? Good. I don’t want to see you here again, so fly out the window like a good Mewtwo. Tell Inara thank you for trying to take care of Marty, but that I didn’t appreciate her trying to defend him. Marty doesn’t deserve it. If she wants, she can come back… She’s still welcome here… Oh, and don’t take anything else but the cards, mutt.”

Zac gave a slight nod and dashed up the stairs as soon as Larnezz closed his eyes to sleep off the alcohol.

~*~*~

The first rays of light poured through window, filling the living room with a warm golden glow. The warmth hit a table, a couch, and the dishes from last night’s dinner. It wove through the trophies on a high shelf and hit the screen of a computer and the many keys below. Then, it hit a large tank in the corner, which contained two good-sized Water Pokemon…

Keshaa felt the warmth of the sunrays tickling his snout as he awoke, and the Seadra gave a small sneeze before he opened his eyes. He was feeling unusually refreshed today, and eager to continue his training. With the fair only a few days away, he would have to battle hard if he wanted to get to a respectable level.

He looked at his reflection for a moment, musing over the fact that one side of him had far more scars than the other, but somehow he had regained his lost fin. Oh, the wonder of evolution! Keshaa blew a few bubbles and stretched before swimming to the surface of the water and sending out a strange sort of bugling sound to awaken his master. Then he turned to find his best friend.

“Magi…” he cooed softly, “Time to get up! Time for breakfast!” The scarred Seadra was surprised to find Magi missing. His dark eyes scanned the tank at first with amusement, then annoyance.
“Oh come on Magi! If you had nightmares… I’m sorry. You should have woken me up! But hiding from me like this… Come on!” He began to swim around the tank, searching every hiding place he could.
“I’ll find you!” He warned, “Your four and a half feet long! This tank may be huge, but so are you!”

He hadn’t meant his words to sound offensive, but at the moment Keshaa was growing angry. He didn’t want Magi to make him feel guilty for promising something he couldn’t do, for he was already starting to feel guilty himself. He searched behind a stone, in the annoying little fake castle, even though he knew she couldn’t fit there, and finally started searching through the plastic vegetation. This was where he saw a glint of gold.

“Okay Magi, I found you. You can come out!” He snapped. When his friend made no attempt to move, Keshaa checked his tone before continuing.
“I’m sorry… I guess it’s just early in the morning… Please come out. If you had another nightmare then it helps to share, doesn’t it? Come on Magi…” He whispered affectionately. Again he waited, and again she didn’t move.

This bothered Keshaa. He had never known his friend to give him cold treatment before; she had always treated him like the most important thing in her existence. She was completely unselfish, and the idea of her finally desiring to punish Keshaa hurt him badly. Then again, she might just be asleep, perhaps still in torment over some terrible dream and unable to find the courage to leave the safety of the plastic seabed.

“Magi?” Keshaa murmured, swimming closer to his friend. She gave no reply… In fact, she didn’t seem to be moving at all. This fact really bothered the Seadra, and he hurried to swim close to her… He stopped as soon as he could see her in shock.

Magi hung limp in the plastic seaweed, her face full of fear and horror. Her body was drained of color, and though she looked frightened, it was a frozen expression of something past. Her fins did not move, her mouth hung still and open, and even her gills only moved to the current of the water. Without the functioning of her gills, she was getting no oxygen…

Keshaa was in near panic as he ripped the plastic off his unconscious friend and shoved her out of the tank. He paused to gasp for his own breath as he watched to see if direct oxygen would help. Magi lay on the desk in a great heap as water dripped off her still form, but her chest made no movement for air to enter her lungs.
“Magi!” The Seadra sobbed, leaping out of the water and landing next to her. “Oh my beautiful Magi! What’s happened to you?!” Only silence answered him.

~*~*~

Zac whistled at the sight of the plain white room. Nothing had any other color, and made the whole place seem higher and purer than he.
“You are now entering… THE MARTY ZONE…” he muttered as he levitated and flew into the room. He felt unsure about stepping on the spotless carpet, even with his white fur. The hybrid decided to find the cards and get out as soon as possible.

Zac scanned the top of the dresser, bed, and other furniture in the room at a distance. The whole place shouted out his impurity, the fact that he was part Mewtwo yet even lower than that. It seemed to scream at him to leave, to let it remain pure and Mewtwo free… It was very much a room made by Marty.

Zac found himself afraid to touch anything. It felt like the room wanted to eat him… perhaps it had already eaten the Mewtwo cards because of what they had on them… But why did it hate him?? He was part human as well! Didn’t that cancel out the supposed evil of being part Pokemon?

{I’m not afraid of you, room…} he spoke coldly with his mind, letting the Psychic speech fill every nook and cranny, every corner and object, letting everyone feel his bravery. As he did this, the horrid feeling seemed to retreat.

However, Zac did not let his power fade until the feeling was completely gone. Even after that, he was unwilling to let himself drop, and it took a great deal of willpower to touch the floor. It felt like Marty had formed this to be a sanctuary from Mewtwos.
“Creepy…” he muttered as he looked under the covers of Marty’s bed and in the drawers of his dresser. The cards were not there.

Zac looked under Marty’s bed, behind it, under, around, and in his furniture, in his closet, and even in all his clothes. He found nothing anywhere, not even other sorts of things normal young boys would have to play with. This made the entire place queerer than ever.

“Come on, Marty! Where do you keep them?” Zac moaned, letting himself fall onto the bed. However, as he lay there, he felt an odd lump underneath the mattress, and lifted it to find several little things hidden, including a black bag that contained what Zac was looking for.
“The cards!” He yipped in surprise, lifting the bag. He nearly set it on the floor, but the black bag suddenly seemed as impure as he, carrying Mewtwo cards like it did. So, Zac held the bag, and then turned to the other object secretly stored away.

There were a few marbles, a black blade (his family seemed to have a lot of them) that looked sharper, longer, and deadlier than any he had ever seen, a photograph a beautiful woman that resembled Marty a great deal, and a video tape that was simply titled “Mine”. After a bit of debation, Zac decided to take Marty’s keepsakes and keep them safe from his father.

Gathering everything into his arms as best he could, Zac levitated once more and floated over to the window. In no time the half-Mewtwo opened it with his tail and flew away towards his home.

~*~*~

Acciaio was exhausted. He had used up all his Recovers, and what little Psychic power he had was drained almost completely. His injury was quickly worsening now that his body was too tired to heal itself, and it was starting to show. The Mewtwo’s whole body trembled with pain.

Yet somehow, despite the injury his body suffered from, Acciaio had fallen asleep, his limp form leaning against a much more healthy Marty. Both of them had unpleasant dreams as they slumbered off their weakness, but unknowingly they gained some comfort from each other’s presence.

Their Pokemon, Keahi the Torchic and the still unnamed Bulbasaur, watched from a distance, while hidden deep in Marty’s backpack an abandoned Pokeball wobbled violently, eager to be released.

[Doomykins]

Poor Magi, I hope she's okay. *check's SM's sig* Well I guess she will. And those mutated figures remind me of the malformed Mewtwos from Voty's Ice Kami fic. Gah, when are you going to open up the pokeball. I don't want to accidentaly reveal anything but I have an idea of what could be in it. Black pokeball...Most evil creature from your other major fic...O.O Run Acciaio! RUN!

[V.o.t.M]

Ha! The Marty Zone!:D

Seriously, If was that Zac, and I had just been attacked by a drunken man with a poison knife, I'd be gone in a heartbeat.

"Gee mista! Ya nearly slit me neck! Let me get you some kool-aid, ya big silly!"

"Must kill Mewtw-oooh! Kool-aid...mmmm... *drool* urge to kill... fadeing."

Fish nightmares are the worst kinda nightmares!:o

[GeneChildMewtwo]

It must be difficult with so many characters to focus on...

It's a nice change to have some Keshaa and Magi stuff, although I was really getting into the Marty and Acciaio side of it. But there was some interesting stuff about Marty, even if he wasn't directly involved. Although, Zac must have an amazing sense of humor, not very long after almost being killed, he can still think of great comments such as "The Marty Zone". ^_^ (That was just funny... I could just hear him saying it while trying to imitate the announcer's original voice.) Although I guess the best way to feel better is to laugh so it works out.

I wonder what will happen to Magi? And I wonder what happens when (if?) these four people (Well, people and pokemon, but "people" sounds better in a sentence than "beings"... I guess I could have typed "People and Pokemon" in the main sentence, but I like long explanations, so I didn't. ^_^) finally meet. Or maybe they never meet directly, but in some way their actions will eventually come together or something... right?

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Doomykins: Hey... Good idea... With all of them Dark Blades or what ever they're called... That could be in the Ball.

Boo-yeah! Another well depicted chappy of 'Weak Might'. Say... If Marty ain't "Larnezz"s son... And he has Psychic powers... Could that mean...?

And Doomykins was also right about the malformed beings... They DO sound to be a lot like the *VR*. But you gave us the reason already, SM, so...

Well, I'm impatiently waiting again for the next chappy.

[Ultra_Poke2000]

great chapters! those dark blades or what ever they are are evil! i have no idea whats in the pokeball, but i think i know something about Marty but i won't tell it cuz its a spoiler!:P hehehe..."THE MARTY ZONE" lol!:D ive nevre read the Ice Kami, but those deformed guys just sound scary! i know i wouldn't want a dream with those guys in it! *shudders* that Bulbasaur must be truely loyal, even after the things Marty did and said to it... poor thing...

neway, keep up the good work!bye!:wave:


note: yay! i got my banner to work now! take a look!

[ralts_mudkip]

"I am not afraid of you, room!"My sister would find it awfully familiar, she went somewhere like that once, only the whole house was white! almost every thing in it was white. except the people in it of course, who were more brownish pink. :P

I can't wait to see who is in the pokeball. *jumps up and down expectantly*

KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!! :D

[Otto=ottO]

I'm not sure but do you only say something like thanks for reading for most of my replies?

I want to hear more of Marty, Zak, or maybe even Marty's dad and some brawls he might get in. That would be interesting.
Magi is too boring. She has stupid nightmares and complains about them. She seems like such a wimp. I'm sure it would be scary, but not that scary. Maybe she just hasn't been de-sensitized from TV eh? 0.o More Zac. (whoa, I spelt it Zac and Zak but not Zack.)

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Doomykins: Well, you were kinda close with your guess...

V.o.t.M: LOL! :D Zac just loves cards to much to win the fight and run away.

GeneChildMewtwo: I've had that line planned for a long, long time.

Crystalmaster Mike: *Sits there grinning*

Ultra_Poke2000: Nice banner! Yeah, you SHOULD go and read Vappy's story, 'cause it kicks butt! ^^

ralts_mudkip: Lol, well, your waiting's paid off!

Otto=ottO: It's spelled Zac. ^^;; Sorry if I do reply like that constantly. You usually just give me lots of compliments... *heh*

Woo! Here's a biggun!

~*~Chapter 22~*~

Standing just outside of the closest village to Mewtopia stood a dark figure, covered in a black cloak. The village he gazed over was terribly small, with houses often scattered over great distances. However, even without a name or location on any map, it was a well-known place.

The village was often nicknamed the Second Mewtopia because so many Mewtwo lived there. The place was considered unclean over the fact that most people married Mewtwos, when in almost all cities such acts were thought a sin. It was also the only settlement where Mewtwos actually still lived like Mewtwos, training hard and even sleeping outdoors on occasion. They taught their hybrid and pure blood children how to fight as well, though those that lacked Pokemon instincts suffered horribly.

All in all, this village was hated, and the poacher that stood looking down on it from his cliff had actually been secretly commanded by government officials to dispose of it. Since he was a Mewtwo poacher, murderer, whatever you wanted to call him, he took great delight in the chance to destroy the lives of so many and get paid for it. He just had to wait until the right moment…

The figure jerked his head over to the right side of the town where several young people, Mewtwos, and hybrids were leaving to start their Pokemon journeys. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the pathetic sight. Mewtwos training! Hah! Few gym leaders allowed Mewtwos to even enter their gyms for badges, and badges made by Mewtwo gym leaders were disqualified in the Johto and Kanto leagues. They were wasting their sad lives, though their leaving would give them a little longer before a horrible death or slavery. The poacher’s black lips curled back in a bloodthirsty grin as he turned back to the city. He would attack soon…

Suddenly, one of the trainers caught his attention. A bit purple shone from the shadows of his cloak where his face lay concealed as he turned once more to take in the trainers. There! A boy he’d rather forget; a mistake through the course of his life that he desired to eliminate but could not. He snarled at the boy as he chatted with a white Mewtwo hybrid then entered the forest with a cyborg Mewtwo. The sight made him sick.

Another creature came out of the cover of the forest and walked up to its master. The thing stood about eight feet tall: rather small for its breed, but still terribly intimidating. It was like a shadow where no light could show, and when it moved, nothing was heard, as though it was some evil spirit wandering the Earth.

A Darcmu.

The Pokemon turned its black muzzle towards its master as he clucked to it in their own code language. The thing’s Mewtwo-like eyes turned to the village, then in answered back with a deep rumble in its throat.

Just then another Darcmu came, this one a ten footer, as stealthily as the first. Its great clawed feet made not a rustle in the grass, and it stepped so lightly that it did not leave a trail. Two tiny pointed ears on it head moved constantly about as it moved, as though it had something to fear.

The poacher mused how Darcmu had the proportions of a dragon with their long necks, muscular fore and hind legs, their long almost pointed tail, and the row of spikes on the male’s back. Yet despite their shape, they gave off the appearance of a panther with the way they moved, the darkness of their short coats, and the cat-like ears on their heads. This made sense—Mew and its clones all had a feline air about them, but looked nothing like cats themselves. They were even bipedal. Only Darcmu and its pre-evolution walked on all fours.

The male Darcmu, the larger one, licked some blood off his lips from an unknown snack. The female growled her annoyance at him getting food while she didn’t, but he simply turned away from her and pretended to study the village from their high cliff edge. The master of the Dark Pokemon made an odd thrumming noise in the back of his throat, then clicked three times. At the secret command, the two Darcmu left as silently as they had come, vanishing into the forest.

The poacher sat waiting in solitude once more, and continued to wait for two more days until he was ready.

~*~*~

Marty slowly opened his eyes after what felt like an eternity. His head still spun and throbbed dully, but it was not the torture he had gone through earlier; it was more like a regular headache.

Marty sniffed the air and found that it was early morning. He also smelled that his Pokemon and the Torchic he so greatly desired were asleep close to a dead bonfire. The boy marveled at how his nose had so suddenly improved, though he figured it was probably just something in his head knocked loose.

Another smell also hit Marty; this one hard. It smelled like disease, blood and metal mixed with filthy fur. He could hear a faint whirring close to him, and something breathing…

“GET OFF ME YOU DUMB MEWTWO!!!”

Marty kicked Acciaio to the ground and leapt up, his face a mess of dried blood and anger. He stood glaring down at the Mewtwo as he looked up at the boy with surprise, then attempted to get up himself. However, the pain in his side had worsened considerably, and Acciaio fell back down with a gasp.

Marty marveled how much better he felt, and the sight of the suffering Mewtwo heightened his spirits even further. Marty almost whistled as he walked over to his backpack and pulled out a tiny box of cereal. Noticing how everything had been stuffed into his pack, Marty sneered at his partner.
“Mewtwo, what are your things doing here? Are you giving them to me?”

Acciaio lay on the ground miserably clutching his side and shivering in pain. Black lines had begun to crisscross his skin and showed through his thin coat. The chip of blade was beginning to disintegrate in his blood…

Marty knew the cyborg Mewtwo couldn’t speak because he was in a great deal of pain, but he loved that fact, and acted oblivious just to annoy him.
“Well, thank you Mewtwo! Would you like some breakfast? No? Well, how about lunch? …What’s that? You want to miss all three meals? Well, I don’t know anything about Mewtwo traditions, so I guess I won’t argue!” Marty laughed cruelly at the stricken look that crossed Acciaio’s face. He ate his meal right in front of the suffering child, laughing the whole time. Then, he left the campsite for a bit to use the restroom.

Acciaio just lay there for a moment in shock. Then, slowly, the Mewtwo began to comprehend the situation he was in.

He had given all his energy to save Marty, when he needed help himself. He wouldn’t get any aid from a Mewtwo hater, however, and instead would probably suffer a horrible death somehow, unless his spirit was broken instead. Acciaio cursed to himself. He had worked so hard to keep himself cold to others so that he wouldn’t fall into this situation, but his heart was just too soft for those that had suffered like himself. He deserved what he got.

However, the cyborg did not plan to be beaten without a fight.

Acciaio painfully stood up and scanned the campsite. However, though he looked, his mind was busy checking to see just how much his exhausted body could take. He would not be able to attack, even if his arm had be uninjured, and he was too weak to throw things with his tail like he had done before. If he were to attack at all, he—

Marty came back with a determined look on his face. He grabbed his Pokeball and turned around to stare at Acciaio, then threw the ball. The Mewtwo flinched, but the Pokeball hit Marty’s Bulbasaur, and the sleeping Pokemon was recalled.

The Mewtwo watched as Marty then turned and rummaged through the stuffed backpack until he found Keahi’s Pokeball. The little Torchic had awoken when her friend was recalled, and now watched Marty with great caution. Marty looked back at her, fingering the Mewtwo-made Pokeball in his hands, as though he too were cautious. For a while, neither of them made a move.

Finally, Marty gave a sad smile and dropped the ball at his feet. He shrugged at the thing then sat down to look and see what all was in his backpack now.
“I’d could never claim her without her permission,” he muttered to himself. “And that won’t happen unless she’s given to me…”

Marty glanced over his shoulder at Acciaio, who was trying to force himself to eat a leaf for nourishment. Another one of his rather cruel ideas slipped into his mind as he watched, and he brightened at the idea. Acciaio was at his mercy. The Mewtwo HAD to give the Torchic to him! It was too injured to resist!

The cyborg Mewtwo tried to chew the leaf, but had difficulty with half his mouth mechanical. The leaf had no taste, like everything else he had eaten for years, but it was tough and had a nasty texture. Still, he was desperate, so he forced the foul vegetation down his throat. He didn’t know how wild Pokemon could stand such things.

Acciaio did not notice Marty walking towards him, and proceeded to take another fuzzy, thick, dark green leaf from the vine beside him. He tried to wipe some fuzz off so he could tolerate his meal, but the stuff was stuck like a fur coat. Miserably, Acciaio stuffed the leaf into his mouth anyway, and once again attempted to chew.

A sudden pain shot through the Mewtwo as a hand grabbed and yanked his second neck out of nowhere. Acciaio howled in agony as the most delicate part of his whole body was twisted and tugged like its attacker planned to yank it off. It was the most terrible thing he had ever felt, and as it continued, he felt near fainting.

Then all at once, he was released, and an all too familiar voice spat, “Give me the Torchic, or you will continue to suffer Mewtwo.”

Acciaio hardly heard the voice the haze in his ruined mind, but he caught enough of it to know it was Marty.
“Leave me alone…” the Mewtwo whispered, trembling in pain. “I rescued you… you owe me something…”

Marty laughed cruelly.
“I owe you—a Mewtwo! Hah! Your whole breed owes mine for hurting us so badly and trying to take our place in the world! You deserve everything you get!”

Acciaio lifted himself on his one good, though fake, arm and glared at Marty as his pain eased away. He was not injured, his second neck was just sensitive like every Mewtwo’s, and the effect left if the neck was not truly injured. The immediate release of pain made Acciaio a little surer of himself, and the two leaves had actually filled him with a little energy. So, the battered Pokemon stood up.

“I have done nothing to your people. Do you wish to know where I live, human? I come from Mewtopia, the great Mewtwo city, where no human is permitted to stay. It is because of your people, however, that I am not there now, and am missing my very heart. I do not remember my previous life, my previous name, NOTHING!!! All because of your kind!! So do not tell ME that I owe YOU ANYthing!!!!” The effort of his small speech made him tremble again.

Marty studied his enemy for a moment, not sure how to react to this outburst. He had truly not known the things he had just been informed, and for a moment considered being easy on the poor Pokemon. He quickly turned this idea down.

In a sudden fury, the boy curled his right hand into a fist and held it close to Acciaio’s face.
“Give me your Torchic, and I won’t harm you Mewtwo.” He hissed. Acciaio stood silently before him, and all emotion emptied from the Mewtwo’s eyes as though he had decided Marty was too far gone to be changed. So, Marty struck him.

His pale hand hit the mechanical side of the cyborg’s face, but Acciaio was so weak he fell from the impact anyway. Marty sucked in his breath and watched blood fall from his knuckles where it hit the hard steel. Acciaio lay where he was, exhausted from everything he had gone thorough the last few days. He cried inwardly over the fact that he had given away his victory because he felt sorry for his enemy.

Marty pressed his shirt against his injured hand and scowled at the Mewtwo. Acciaio’s arm and side were still black as though they had venom in them, but his face was the opposite of the feverish look things had when poisoned; it was drained of color. Something inside the mechanical part of him was whirring a bit noisily, and something else thumped louder than usual. Marty wondered quietly if Acciaio really did have a fake heart.

But such weak thoughts he did not speak aloud. Instead, he grinded his food into Acciaio’s chest and began to bury the Mewtwo in the dirt. His victim’s deep purple eye widened in fear, then the crippled thing forced himself to calm down and tried his best to be void of emotion. Instead of panicking, the Mewtwo grabbed Marty’s leg with his mechanical arm and yanked him to the ground. Then they began a little wrestling match.

Acciaio may have been exhausted, but his mechanical arm felt nothing, needed nothing, and therefore he could fight forever as long as he had it. It was the first time in the Mewtwo’s life that he appreciated his fakeness, his mechanical side. Suddenly he didn’t mind that he was lower than a clone, missing flesh and blood that made creatures alive. He didn’t mind being a cyborg. A live machine. He was POWERFUL!

Eagerly, Acciaio grabbed Marty’s throat and began to squeeze as hard as he could.

~*~*~

Keshaa looked around the room with discomfort. He hated the bright pinks and yellows in the port’s Pokemon Center; it made him feel nauseous. If he were a human, he would complain, feeling that it must be horrible to be a sick Pokemon in such a place. Calmer, cooler colors like blues and greens and purples would be more pleasant and relaxing. Also, the place was unnaturally spotless. The room smelled like lemon-flavored cleaning detergent, and that mixed with the bright colors was just overwhelming. Keshaa pressed close to his trainer’s head as though he could hide from the very much man-made place and gave a small whimper.

Joe petted him without even realizing it.

Courtney had not been breathing, her color had faded, and she looked as though she had gone into shock. He could hardly feel a heart beat when he rushed his only chance of winning the beauty contest to the Pokemon Center, and now he could only think of the losses he would have if she left him. What in the world had happened to her?!

Nurse Joy came out of the back rooms with a grave look on her face. Her pink hair was put the pony tails that looped back to the rubber band she kept it up in like every Pokemon nurse in her family, and her skin was the same winter tone and her eyes were the same blue. She wore all the clothes she needed; yet for some reason she refused a hat.

Joe took all this in without thinking.

Nurse Joy stopped at the desk and closed her eyes for a moment. Her hand gripped the counter until her knuckles were white as she prepared to tell him what needed to be said. He waited without a sound.

“Sir, are you aware that it is considered abuse to overfeed your Pokemon PokeBlocks?” She asked slowly, a dangerous edge touching her voice. Joe blinked.
“Overfeed?” He fumbled over the word in his surprise, “Maam, I gave her it and she ate it all happy by herself! Pokemon know when to stop Maam…”
“She didn’t stop?” Nurse Joy eyed him with a mixture of suspicion and surprise. “How? The rough texture of the PokeBlock usually injures a Pokemon’s throat to where they couldn’t stand another…”
“Ah, well see there… I eh… removed the feel.”

The Pokemon Nurse stared in shock. She could hardly grasp what the disgustingly obese fisherman had said. ‘removed the feel’…? When? Why? How?! It was impossible!
“What?” She asked meekly. The man didn’t seem to notice her expression. He stuck out his chest proudly.
“It’s a secret recipe o’ mine that makes the Blocks smooth’n comfy to the Pokemon! It also tastes great’n is more effective… Why?”

That explained it. That explained everything.
“Sir, PokeBlocks are painful for a Pokemon to eat, but when a Pokemon eats a great many, more than the limit, they… Well, to put it this way, sir, your Magikarp is suffering from an overdose of chemicals that are now working like a poison. She is in intensive care right now.”

The Nurse left Joe and his Seadra in shock.

~*~*~

Magi watched in terror as the things hissed, growled, crowed, yipped, and cried out their anger at her trespassing. They were overwhelmingly warped and terrifying to her, but she could not flee in nothingness. There was nothing to press herself against to move, no friction of any kind. Magi could only remain where she was and tremble.

Then, out of the crowd, one of the things approached her. It was a creature… That resembled the Gold Kami! Magi trembled harder in realization: they all looked like her friend, only they were so terribly ruined that she couldn’t tell at first. All kin to Ashes! She nearly started crying in her horror.

The one that approached her she feared most of all, for it looked like the Gold Kami more than any of them. The features in its face were the same as the Kami’s; it could have been his sister for all she knew. Yet there was something horribly wrong with it.

“I am the Lost Kami,” said the thing as it… or actually, by the tone of its voice, she… said. She was small, and looked very young, but there was something about her that made Magi feel like she had known her forever.

The little creature was silver-white in color, with gold on her hands and feet. Her tail was very black, but turned nearly grey in the middle. Her eyes were a dark blue, and was filled with wisdom and understanding. They reminded Magi of her old ocean home…

If she were not so messed up, she could have been considered very pretty.

Yet she was messed up, and the look of her made Magi want to vomit. The thing looked like a toy that had had its head ripped off and all the stuffing yanked out of it, then roughly put back together. She… well… it was hard to explain what was wrong with her, but she looked so ruined that she could never possibly be living in the real world. Lumps stuck out of her where some organs had been misplaced, and open wounds lay on her shoulders, arms and legs. Yet the wounds did not bleed, but lay exposed to the world around her as though her body no longer cared what happened. There was also a look in her eye that made Magi uneasy.

“I am…” Magi began, then wondered whether or not she should use her nickname or her dream name. She was unsure that this was a dream at all. After a while of thinking, Magi decided to call herself Foul.
“I’m Foul, Miss Kami. Foul the Seer.” She felt a title would help her out amongst such powerful creatures. Their strength made her dizzy, and she’d rather be on their good side than their bad. The Lost Kami stared at her with wild eyes full of fear and anguish, then the eyes seemed to pinpoint the Magikarp and look into her very soul.
“The Seer? Do not play games with me, Magikarp! Your kind is known as dirt to my people, not worth a single glance, and your being here and lying to us is foolishness. If you do not leave I will end your life!”
“But I’m NOT lying!” Magi protested, her heart pounding with fear. Were the Gold Kami’s people always so cruel? “I have foreseen things to come! And I’m afraid I cannot leave, because I don’t know how I got here!”

Magi winced at the horrible glare the Silver, Gold and Black Mewtwo gave her in response. The other things also winced, and one by one they faded away to another part of the nothingness. The Kami and the Karp were left alone in the dark.

~*~*~

Marty felt dumb. He lay gasping for breath under a Mewtwo that was in horrible shape, yet he could not get the thing’s grip off of him. Acciaio had that crazy twist in him that everyone knew was there, and now it had come out in a craving for the boy’s blood. He tried to struggle, but he couldn’t, and sneered at his attacker angrily. It was all he could think of at the moment. The Mewtwo merely gripped Marty’s throat harder.

Marty gasped as all the air was locked in his lungs, and his chest began to burn horribly. Acciaio bared his teeth victoriously as he slowly squeezed harder and harder. Marty could hardly cry out his distress.

But what little cry he gave, it was heard. Out of the Pokeball in his backpack came his Bulbasaur, ready to fight to its death. As soon as it saw what was happening, it shot out one of its vines, wrapped the thing around Acciaio’s second neck, and yanked him away. It all happened so fast the two wrestlers sat in surprise for a moment.

Then Acciaio gave a snarl and lunged for Marty’s throat once more. However, this time the boy was ready. With one swift movement, Marty grabbed the cyborg’s mechanical arm and jerked it the wrong way, so that the elbow snapped. Thus the Mewtwo lost his ability to fight.

~*~*~

Magi sat there staring at the Lost Kami in fear. Obviously she had insulted the creature in some way, but there was no telling what, and she did not know how to fix her problem. So, she remained motionless, forced herself to keep her eyes on the Kami no matter what, and prayed it wouldn’t kill her.

“I warned you…” Hissed the Kami finally, shattering the oppressing silence in such a shock it felt like the shattering of glass, despite the fact that the Kami had whispered. “Now you shall suffer and die…”

With that, the Pokemon lunged at her, ready to destroy. Her eyes were full of violence and showed no sign that she would give any mercy. Magi panicked.
“It’s true! I’m not lying! Why would I lie? I don’t even know you!” She sobbed. “Please don’t kill me! I am a seer! I have dreamt of my future! I have dreamt of friends I’ll meet! I’ve dreamt of things I’ll do!” Her words bounced off the charging Kami like droplets of water. Magi’s heart filled with terror at this sudden violent doom she was destined with. Without even knowing it, she continued to babble. “I’ve dreamt of killing humans! I’ve dreamt of evolving! I’ve dreamt of being a part of a thing called Team Rocket! I’ve dreamt of making friends! I’ve dreamt of losing them! I’ve dreamt of things I could never imagine with my own imagination! I dreamt of the Gold Kami!”

That stopped the Lost Kami in her tracks. Her look lost its wildness, lost its violence. She calmed down, and studied Magi with sudden surprise, hope, and sorrow.
“You saw the… the Gold Kami? A Mewtwo like me?” Magi shook off her fear as best she could and nodded.
“He called himself the Gold Kami, but in my most recent dream of him I called him Ashes for some reason. I think I’ll meet him in the future, but for now he visits my dreams. Once he even saved me!”

The large orange-gold Magikarp was surprised to find the Lost Kami had begun to cry. She sat there for a very long time, letting clear sparkling tears leave her eyes and disappear into the nothingness around them. Her golden hands gripped her sides as her sobs grew worse, and she actually started weeping.
“What is wrong?” asked the Magikarp with worry.

It took a moment for the Silver Mewtwo to answer, but she eventually managed to wipe away her tears for a moment.
“The-the Gold Kami was… was… my… my…” she nearly broke down again as she tried to speak. The Mewtwo was young; by human standards she must have been only around six years old. It was odd to see such emotions in a child, yet she had them. The little Kami wiped her face again and gave a small smile. “Ashes was my father.” She finally said. Then, she began to cry again, and Magi watched her in silent surprise.

~*~*~

Marty and Acciaio had agreed to end their confrontations once and for all in a Pokemon battle. Now they stood across from one another, still in the dark wet coldness of the trees. Marty had dark red marks around his neck and Acciaio was still trembling in exhaustion, but they hardly noticed their injuries. They were each determined to win.

“Go, Brute!” Marty shouted. His Bulbasaur stood a step behind him, looking at the field with a half conscious gaze. The black-haired trainer spun around and glared at his starter Pokemon angrily.
“Yo! Bulbasaur! That’s you! Your name is Brute now!” Brute looked over at him with surprise.
“It is?” He asked.
“Yes!”
“Why?”
“Because you saved my butt, all right?! You’ve earned a nickname at least!”

Brute blinked with surprise. He had never intended himself to have a nickname, but here he was getting one out of nowhere.
“All right.” He finally answered. Then, the little Bulbasaur waddled into the space between the two trainers.

Keahi was also out of her Pokeball. She ran briskly onto the battlefield without the need for a command, and Acciaio quietly murmured his support. Then, the battle began.

“Brute, Tackle!” Shouted Marty, hoping his Pokemon would actually be on target. The little Bulbasaur tensed his stubby body, then sprang at the Torchic with all his might. Keahi was fast, though, and she easily avoided his attack. Bulbasaur ran into a tree instead. Marty groaned, and Acciaio merely grinned.

Then, it was Keahi’s turn to fight. As Brute tried to shake off the pain from the tree, the little fire bird danced up to him and shot a small spurt of fire onto the leaves of his bulb. The Bulbasaur screamed his shock, and started running in circles. Keahi stood there with her head held high and calm, watching the frantic Pokemon run in agony as his bulb grew charred from the flame. Marty’s orders could not reach the fear in his Pokemon’s head.

It was too easy. Keahi and Acciaio almost laughed as Marty glumly returned his sorry excuse for a Pokemon. They had won their first battle! It had gone by a little quick, but she didn’t mind; they would get plenty of chances for intense battling later.

While Keahi fluffed her feathers and strutted around proudly, Acciaio wondered how he should punish Marty. The evil human was now at HIS mercy, unless he refused to follow what he promised. Then things would be difficult.

The Mewtwo turned the boy now with slight dread, slight eagerness, to find Marty throwing things urgently out of his dark green backpack.
“The battle’s not over yet!” He shouted while he looked, “I have one more Pokemon! And you can’t argue; the last battle had such a sad type advantage it wasn’t fair! Your Pokemon’s not worn out, so put her back on the battlefield!”

Acciaio watched with surprise, but could find no reason to arguer. Keahi was, like Marty said, very much ready for another battle, and had proved how mighty she was in the last fight. If the Pokemon Marty gained was stronger than her, it probably wouldn’t listen to the boy. Such an idea made Acciaio almost laugh.

Marty felt the cold round ball shake almost instantly at his touch, as though the thing knew the situation and was eager to help. He grabbed it, and the creature calmed a little so he could pick it up.

He marveled at the beauty of the Ultra Ball once more as he carried it over to their battlefield. In the dappled sunlight, the black and gold looked like some sort of rare stone the way they glistened. He had to admit that there was at least one Mewtwo out there knew its craftsmanship.

Without a sound, the boy let the ball drop to his feet.

Without a sound, that ball opened, and out came a…

Well, Marty wasn’t exactly sure what it was. The thing was tiny—it looked like a purple kitten with black stripes. But its nose had nostrils like a Mewtwo’s, and its ears, though small, were too floppy to stand up. Its eyes resembled those of an Eevee’s, and its cat-like tail was way too long for a normal cat… for even a Mew! Two black stripes ran down its face, and two more across its shoulders. It’s chest looked like someone had thrown white paint at it, and its tail was covered in zigzagged black rings.

Marty wasn’t sure what it was.

The tiny kitten licked a forepaw as soon as she was free, then looked around herself with large brown eyes. She had a content smile as her gaze wandered through the treetops and the depths of the forest. When she looked over in his direction, Marty noticed a green ribbon tied around her head like a headband, and what remained fell around her shoulders. In the headband was a white gold gem. Before Marty could wonder what that was for, however, he heard a terrified shriek from the other side of the battlefield, and turned to see Acciaio backed against the tree. The purple Pokemon had caught sight of him, and was now to flips in the air. So it was Psychic…?

“Hi Mewtwo! I’m a NewMew!” she squeaked in her own Pokemon tongue. Marty could understand her perfectly; better than his Bulbasaur even. Acciaio just moaned and turned away, still shuddering with horror.

Marty walked over the two of them and waved to his new Pokemon.
“Hey there uh, NewMew. I’m your new master Marty.” To his surprise, the next sentence came in his mind.
{Marty! Hi! I’m Inara’s Pokemon, but now I’m yours! Teehee! My name’s Kind Death, but you can call me Kidea!} He found her Telepathic speech was spoken in pure English.
“Nice to meet to Kidea!” Laughed Marty, enjoying the odd scene of a Mewtwo trembling at a playful, friendly little creature no bigger than his head. Acciaio was so terrified…

“What’s wrong, Mewtwo?” Marty said in his usual coldness. Acciaio pointed a trembling hand at Kidea, who was doing somersaults in the air again and was no longer listening to the two of them.
“Th-that’s a.. a… NewMew…” He stuttered, terrified out of his wits. Marty, however, was not feeling very merciful toward the Two.
“Yes, a NewMew, I know this! Big whoop! You’re a Mewtwo! A biological weapon! What are you so scared about?!” Acciaio hardly noticed Marty’s words.
“It’s a NewMew… and a NewMew… ALL NewMew… Evolve into Darcmu. Darcmu kill.”

Then, too frightened and exhausted for his body to handle it all, Acciaio let himself crumple to the ground in a trembling heap.

Kidea was playing tag with Keahi when Marty turned to look at her.

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Gah! gAh! Glllaaaa... Marvelous! Marvelous! 10 Thumbs Up!! This chapter had me in its grip till the end! And even better! You have a link to YOTC!! Wee! Too much to review... *faints*

[Doomykins]

*does a happy dance**collapses from already having danced too much that day*

I was right! Mewtwo's worst enemy was in the ball! But it was Inra's(sp?) pokemon and she was a Mewtwo. So probably like the first one she is curently Mewtwo friendly.

Man, that was a really long chapter. But you got good bits of everyone in there. And the fat old man is going to be in trouble from making Magi eat that many pokeblocks. Heh. And the Lost Kami, woa, this will be an intresting one to learn about. Why do I have a feeling that Marty is the one Magi is talking about in the quote you used to have in your sig?

And you have a link to Year of the Clones! At last! *does another happy dance* I never got to finish that one. *runs off to read YOTC*

[V.o.t.M]

Gasp! Pokeblock overdose!
Gasp! Human is still a soulless bastard!
Gasp! Krazy man is going to pop the Mewtwo town!
Gasp! LEMONY FRESHNESS!
Gasp! Newmew! Too kwet!

If I was Acciaio, I woulda ditched that annoying meaty human the first chance I got. Also, Magi has kooky dreams. KOOKY dreams indeed. :yes:

AND....Year O' da Clones! WHEE!:D

[GeneChildMewtwo]

Will Marty ever change? Hmmm.... Although, I wonder why Inara would have a Pokemon that evolves into what seems to be the number one enemy of Mewtwo. Maybe she beleived that she could train it to be something other than a killer? Although knowing Marty, he'd probably just laugh evily as it slaughtered innocent Mewtwo.

So, when Mewtwo get beat up, like in Acciaio's case, do they heal themselves via technology like people do with their pokemon, or do they heal the normal way, with medicine (Well, that can still be considered technology, depending on what kind of medicine is used.) and waiting? Also, I wonder why they don't have human healing machines yet... Maybe because you can't capture humans? But now I'm straying off topic...

As for Magi... I didn't know that's why Pokemon could only eat a certain amount of Pokeblocks. Althugh eating too much of anything will make you sick, it's easily more likely that something that can change your appearance would be dangerous if taken in large quantities.

Maybe Magi can get some answers from the Lost Kami? Hmm... I guess I'll have to see when the time comes.

Well, this chapter was very interesting, and you managed the switching form various viewpoints very well. I'll be waiting for the next chapter. Keep it up! :wave:

[ralts_mudkip]

LoL, Keisha responds to the smell pokemon center like a dog or cat responds to the smell of a veterinary clinic. :P

Newmew -> Darkmu? Darkmu=Death? uh-oh... o_O

Update very soon, please! :D

[Powarun]

I loved this chapter, there is so much darkness. The cyboric battle was great, and how Marty distroyed it.
As for joe's part, knew that cheaters never win.
Magi seems like the dreams are going to make her insane if she keeps having them.

And for the NewMew, your rock and kick mewtwo's arse.

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Hey SM, look what I requested in FanArt!

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[Shadowed Mewtwo]

*huggles* Thankee for requesting that pic CM! ^^

(The following writing contains slight spoilers!)

And now, an announcement...

*Walks away* *comes back dragging and shoving many of her main characters, who are all wearing sombreros, in front of her readers*

Me: I'm going to Mexico this week! I will be building homes for people who do not have them, and will most likely be burned alive from the sun or die of sickness or injury. ^^;; Perhaps next weekend when I get back I'll be able to finish before my parents drag my tattered remains into a vacation of roller coasters... oo;;

Marty: *wearing a sombrero with pink edges* Don't say a word...

Acciaio: *stifles a chuckle* That suits you perfectly, human...

Ashes: *wearing a Mexican hat and shirt* Well, this is the oddest situation I've ever been put in... oo;;

Magi and Keshaa: *both hidden under a rather large sombrero* hello? We're stuck!

Currently nameless cloaked villain: *also wearing a pink edged sombrero* I'm going to kill Shadowed Mewtwo for this when she gets back...

Brute and Keahi: *wearing little sombreros* oO;;

Evil figure's two Darcmu: *look over at Ashes and Acciaio* Heheh... *lick lips*

Ashes and Acciaio: OO;;;;;;;;

Kidea (As a Darcmu! Woo!): *growls* Leave them alone! I'm not afraid to fight you two...

Marty: *notices Acciaio is wearing no sombrero* HEY!!! That's not fair! Why isn't Aio wearing a hat?!

Acciaio: Because I'm special... :P

Might: A creature as powerful as I should not have to go through such embarrassment... -_-;;

Slave: I dunno, these are kinda nice! It is hot out, and they are well made...

Foul: *is staring at Marty* If Shadowed Mewtwo had not instructed me otherwise, you would be dead...

Marty: oo;; Why?

Foul: ALL HUMANS MUST DIE!!! *blows up the area they're in in a sudden surge of anger*

*all Kamis make a Barrier to shield everyone else from the brutal attack*

Me: ^^;; Well, this was a bad idea...

[ralts_mudkip]

HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHHAHAAAHHA-Cough!Cough-AKK!*gasp!**gasp!* hehe, that was pritty funny... (continues giggling) "Lets Party!", you must have been thinking. :D Have a nice vacation. :wave:

[V.o.t.M]

Poo I say! What did Mexico ever do for me? Besides inventing those tasty Choco Tacos? *Drool*

Have "Fun":P

[Crystalmaster Mike]

You should have stuffed a crazy Ludicolo in there...

Beside that: ROTFLOL! Such a funny spoiler, what a gag!

Anyway, have a ... time building homes! See ya in a week... or if not, enjoy the rollercoasters, and don't look down when you're at the big drop, if you don't want to!

[Darien Shields]

You did it just to spite me, didn't ya? I struggle to get back to TPM, and you're in Mexico?! Too cruel.

Well campers, I've done her one up though.

I'm in Japan.

I might be back later, I'll be home in a few weeks, so "look forward" to my comments then.

And remember SM, while you're catching Runpapas I'll be raking in Daatengus. DAATENGUS! Mwahahaha.

[GeneChildMewtwo]

I hope you have fun. Although... I don't know how much fun it is to build houses, but the great feeling knowing that you helped a whole bunch of people will be one you probably won't forget.

So... That was a funny and interesting spoliery thing. ^_^ But, does this mean we all have to wear sombreros and such for the next week too? Hmmm... :P

[BlackMew]

*Apears out of no where* Ha ha! I am Nyanna the mewtwo! I have heard of your trip and wish that I could have hidden in your luggage like I planned! I have read your latest chapter and I am impressed at my fellow mewtwo!

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[Ultra_Poke2000]

i know ive been gone for about a week or so, but ive been sucked into the world of Zelda: The Wind Waker and forgot about this fic! sry. ^^;; anyway, i wonder where NewMew came from, but it sounds cool, and Darcmu sound even cooler! yay! :D if Magi was under the Sombrero, who was Foul? i thought that was her identity that she told that other Kami in her dream. o well. this whole chapter was spell binding, and i couldnt stop reading even to go to the bathroom! ^^;;; so your going to Mexico this week huh? i hope you dont die, cuz if u do, ill kill you! o, wait, that was a bit redundant... uuuuhh... (in a gangster voice) you didn't hear nutin', you hear? i am a patient creature, so i will be able to wait untill the week end for an update. until then, cya!

[Crystalmaster Mike]

anyway, i wonder where NewMew came from, but it sounds cool, and Darcmu sound even cooler!*appears out of nowhere* *ticks U_P2000 on the shoulder* *points to other banner in SM's sig* *murmures "The Beginning"* *vanishes again*

[Darien Shields]

Hey all. I thought SM might want a copy of this here, I think I did it justice... I couldn't have given it 10/10 just because I liked it, but I think a 9 was justified. If you don't want it though SM, just say the word and I'll delete it out of your sight.

Weak Might.

Before we start out, may I be so bold as to say that Weak Might must be rated as two fics at present. If you have read it, or are reading it, you'll no that part one deals with the adventures of Magi (amongst others), a smart magikarp in the depths of the see. While this aspect is still kept up in Part 2, not only is it moved asside, but they are no longer in the wild, and so it's not exactly the same story for them. The other story in part 2 covers the Trainer Story of Marty, which takes place in the futuristic society where Mewtwo live as equals with humans. Marty, however, being a specist biggot. So, moving on...

Part 1

Rating: 9

Rating Chart

-Plot 17/20 points: The plot is an important factor in WM, always keeping you on the edge of your seat, whether it's because Magi and Keesha are in mortal peryl, or just because you're eager to see if things will start going Magi's way for once.

-Plot Originality 9/10 points: The plot twists are indeed vastly unseen, usually I find, because I at least, am willing it to go in another direction, but that's not to say everything could still be forseen. The introduction of new characters, and sometimes their behaviour is always just waiting to throw you.

-Writing Style 12/20 points: Weak Might (Part 1), had to loose some points here, but it's not because of the writer. Everything is at the bottom of the sea, so we very quickly get that image, and otherwise theirs not much else to describe, loaction-wise. The conversations are quite good, and I'd say indicitave of pokemon, but again, being pokemon, we're not getting a quite full gammet of emotion, so theirs not always much to describe. However, what does need written is written well.

-Grammar 8/10 points: I remember occaisional errors, but otherwise, reffreshingly accurate in its use of the english language.

-Spelling 9/10 points): If I could deduct points for using american spellings I would... but otherwise, I remember everything being pretty much fine, the spelling errors that their were were typos.

-Characters 10/10 points: there are many characters, each of whom are all distinctly different, from Magi, the curious Magikarp with the odd will to become smart, to Rays, a sympathetic, if naïve (at times) Chinchou. The development of the characters is very good too, Magi growing smart, Keesha growing frustrated at his injuries, or Stripfang, a gyrados who starts to grow a heart (metaphorically.)

-Settings 8/10 points: While you could dismiss it as just the bottom of the sea for this one, Weak Might also describes perfectly the different undersea society's, from the Magikarp schools, to loaned Gyrados, to the barbaric Hor/Sea/Kingdra city. The fact that their aren't so many of these brings it down, as a pesemist could still call it a fluke.

-Overall Apreciation 10/10 points: Most importantly, Weak Might has that “Je ne ses quas” (SP?), a certain something like Harry Potter that makes it addictive. Even if you don't particularly enjoy a single chapter, you'll never stop wanting to read the next one.

Final Result 84 (%)

Closing advice: The only advice I could give is to have continued the story underwater.

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

I'm back! :D It's good to see that everyone likes my little joke!And thanks Dari for the review! Sure you can leave it up! ^^ Be sure to tell me when you rate the second part though!

~*~Chapter 23~*~

The Lost Kami had finally stopped crying. She now hung limply in the nothingness, absorbed in the sorrow of the memory of her father. How long ago had it been since she had allowed such things to enter her pained mind? And what was this Magikarp doing here, proclaiming it knew her father when SHE knew he had been dead for fifty years?! Foul the Seer… Could it possibly be able to communicate to the deceased? Was that why it was here, in the empty void that souls sometimes find themselves stuck in when they are almost dead but not quite? Or was it for some reason dying…

Magi watched the silver and black Mewtwo calm down and turn to study her suspiciously. Thankfully, the wild violence the Kami had once had was now absent, and she did not seem to want to kill her anymore. She watched her expression change from suspicion to surprise to sorrow to an odd mixture of eagerness and fear. Then she stopped crying completely. Slowly, deliberately, the Kami straightened herself and lowered her golden arms to her sides.

“You swear you have met my father? My DEAD father, who left this world long ago? A big shining yellow Mewtwo with three black scars down the left of his face and a blind eye? His tail and stomach are a reddish brown, and toward the base of his tail it fades to a dark dark almost mustard yellow. He also has a nick in his right ear.”

Magi frowned as she tried to think of such specific details, but she found her poor memory blurred his features.
“I don’t remember,” she finally said, feeling guilty. “I don’t think I paid that much attention to details. I’ve… never seen a ‘Mewtwo’ before I saw him.” The two female Pokemon looked at each other for a moment leaving an oppressing silence. Then the Lost Kami spoke again.
“Were you awed by his glimmering beauty? Did he look at you with eyes so dark you could hardly tell they were blue, yet they filled you with peace and content? Did he have a long black scar down the center of his face? Those things are what I remember of my father most.”

Magi was surprised at how right she was about how the Gold Kami made her feel inside. She was also relieved to recognize the mental image of the black scar that stood out so plainly on his golden face. As she pictured the details, the rest of his features cleared up, and she say him as though he were standing there right at that moment. The sight of him relieved her of her stress.
“Yes, that is him…” She murmured softly, remembering his smile, remembering his pain… Where was he?

“Then you can communicate with the dead.”

The statement struck Magi hard. ‘Communicate with the dead’?! What in the world??? Ashes wasn’t dead! He was alive, and he had saved her! He had spoken to her like he knew her, and she had had to watch the agony he would have to go through in the future!

Or… had all that she dreamt happened in the past…

“He’s… dead…?” Magi questioned, not wanting to believe it. Shadow, the Lost Kami, nodded her head slowly. Pain was beginning to fill her features.
“He died fifty years ago for saving our enemy…”

Magi was even more confused. Enemy? Their enemy? Or just his and her enemy? What was this enemy? Had it attacked him, or someone else? What in the world was she talking about?!

However, Shadow did not leave such an odd sentence hanging, and sorrowfully began to explain. In her vast knowledge, the Kami explained almost everything, as though she knew Magi knew nothing.
“There is a monster that was cloned from Mewtwos to destroy Mewtwos… It nearly did once, if a Shining blue Mew had not been born specifically to destroy it. That was long past, though, and is a practically forgotten time when there was no Mewtopia and only a few Mewtwos cloned from Mewtwo by Mewtwo.” The Lost Kami nearly got off topic with her great knowledge of the past, but caught herself before overwhelming Magi completely with more information than the Magikarp could handle. Instead she merely skimmed her species’ past so that Magi could have a firm grip on what she was getting into.
“Well, at first there was only one Darcmu, and that Darcmu almost wiped out our breed. Even surviving and winning the first attack of them, our numbers had been dwindled to about three or four and they were all males, so doom was upon us. However, the horrible slaughter also brought attention to what few Mewtwos there were, and humans began to clone us and created females so that we could continue on our own. Giovanni also began to clone like mad, making horrific monsters of Mewtwos and hybrids of anything he could to try and make the perfect bio-weapon.

“During that time, however, while the Mewtwo’s numbers grew, the single Darcmu fell in love with a Houndoom, and together they made many little NewMew that grew into Darcmu themselves. Their numbers increased, but they did not hunt Mewtwos until they felt sure of their numbers. Then, they made a surprise attack and nearly succeeded in wiping the Mewtwo race out a second time. If it weren’t for the Ice Kami, we would all be dead. However, if it weren’t for my father, the Ice Kami would have succeeded in destroying every Darcmu alive. Such an act caused him his life…” Shadow hung her head, unable to say more.

Such an end sounded slightly like the Magikarp’s dreams…

The thought made Magi want to weep.

~*~*~

Walking slowly through the forest were two figures: one of a young male human, and one of a young male Mewtwo. The two made a horrible racket, and so much noise kept all Pokemon away from them. This wasn’t that bad a decision.

Marty walked along as fast as he could, his new NewMew on his shoulder. Kidea, whose name was simply the first halves of the words “Kind Death”, had quickly won her master’s appreciation, though she hadn’t actually done anything herself. It was more of what her presence had done to the boy’s assigned traveling partner that made him so happy to have her.

Acciaio had automatically lost when he became too frightened to battle at the sight of the baby Darcmu. The cyborg Mewtwo now had to accept his fate, and stumbled behind Marty without complaint. However, the thought of being a Mewtwo hater’s slave was far from appealing.

A rope was tied around his main neck and had already been pulled so hard his skin was raw. He was also still weak and completely helpless—his real arm was badly injured from the dark blade and his mechanical arm was broken at the elbow where he could no longer use it. He was very much at Marty’s mercy, and was frightened to realize that if he was not given some sort of treatment to revive himself he was doomed to die.

Marty gave no sign that he cared.

“Keep up, Mewtwo,” the boy growled as Acciaio stumbled for the hundredth time that day. The Mewtwo silently complied as best he could, too hurt and frightened to really care about how low he looked. Besides, even if he had been healthier, prouder, more ready to resist, Kidea crumbled every bit of his will. He had no choice but to obey and pray that he didn’t make Marty angry enough to have the NewMew attack him.

They continued their unmerciful pace until nightfall.

~*~*~

The two days went horribly slow for the eager poacher, but he had learned the importance of patience long ago, and did not hurry in his task. He removed his cloak only to bathe and feed, and made sure to hide himself in the shadows of the forest when he did so. He would let not even his own Pokemon see himself.

His Darcmu for the most part simply wandered, and would sometimes come back with a nice little fur from some rare Pokemon, perfectly cut off so their master could sell it. However, they were only praised when they managed a Mewtwo pelt, though this was difficult for them, and were often sent back with their long tails tucked between their legs like some abused Growlithe. Their master had no pity for them.

However, the Darcmu were welcomed the second day as their trainer declared it the day of their hunt. The black shadows of Pokemon flashed their teeth in bloodthirsty grins and their eyes glowed a horrible pale green in their violent delight at his decision. He grinned back at them, though his smile was hidden in the darkness of his cloak. Then, they began their plan…

~*~*~

Zac was very close to getting a haircut. He hated that it was the “fashion for hybrids today” to let their hair grow long no matter what age or gender they were. His hair was driving him crazy! It went in all directions and was too thick for a comb to do anything—the best he could do was to put it in a poorly made pony tail. That made him feel like a girl!

Zac glanced at the black blade which he had left on his dresser. The thing looked long and deadly… a perfect Mewtwo killer. But it could also be used for good things if in the proper hands… like haircuts…

The Mewtwo hybrid shook his head and covered his furry human face. He didn’t dare touch that thing again, since while going home he had accidentally cut himself with it. The wound felt like it had been made with an evil ice that could never melt, and indeed, the pain still hadn’t gone away. It was disturbing how his flesh turned black from the blade…

Zac shivered at the sight and turned away. It was just a little cut, but it had been enough to teach him the danger of such a deadly blade. He would not use it even for fashion emergencies, no matter how great they were. He would just have to live with long hair.

The hybrid easily made his ponytail with slender human fingers, then grabbed the picture he had gotten from Marty’s bed and dashed to the other side of the hallway where Inara slept. It was morning, true, but she was a Mewtwo, and Mewtwo usually awoke at the crack of dawn unless they were injured or something. She had recovered enough where such things shouldn’t keep her in slumber.

Still, Zac was polite and opened the door quietly to see if she was indeed awake.

Inara was very much awake and was limping around the room sobbing over everything that had happened. She was a depressing sight, what with her new scars and still unhealed bruises, but she would come out okay in the end. Zac’s father, being a Mewtwo like Inara, knew exactly how to heal such injuries as the ones she had acquired. His dad was as stubborn as anything and had refused to take Inara to a hospital, but the female Mewtwo had actually been very happy to stay in the mixed family’s house. Only recently had she started becoming depressed with how she had been used in what she had once considered her family.

Zac was afraid to bother her, seeing her so miserable. Her slender body shook as she continued to cry, and her dark violet eyes were soaked with a never-ending stream a tears.
“This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world…” Zac sang with a quiet sadness as he watched his guest. The hybrid sorrowfully decided to leave Inara alone after witnessing her state, and accepted his lack of knowledge of Marty’s real mother. Such questions would probably make Inara feel even worse.

Yet as Zac turned to leave Inara heard him shut the door, and invited him inside. The Mewtwo human mix looked carefully into the room and gave a sheepish grin before accepting her offer. He walked in carefully, feeling as awkward with a crying Mewtwo as he had felt with Marty’s dad. Yet he knew Inara could be trusted, for he had met her before and always loved how gentle she was for a Mewtwo.

Indeed, Inara sat there on her bed at that moment with a loving grin on her face despite the tears that still fell down her cheeks. She welcomed Zac and thanked him sincerely for letting her stay at his house, and asked about his father and mother. It was small talk, but it helped Inara out as they chatted about little things, like Pokemon training and things that were going on in the town.

Inara cheered up greatly as she chatted with Zac, and her pleasure of his company surprised him. She lost all sadness in no time, and was soon as content as ever. She played with his hair and made it a little neater for him, then gave him tips on how to keep his fur straight. They talked for a long time, for Zac was unsure how to raise the questions he had. The picture he hid.

Finally, though, the young boy began his questions.
“Um… Inara…” he began uncertainly as he watched her brush his tail.
“Yes?” she asked pleasantly, not looking up. Zac gulped.
“What… was in the Ultra Ball?” It wasn’t the question he had planned to ask. In fact, he hadn’t thought of the Ultra Ball until now, and the chosen topic surprised him. It also surprised Inara. She looked at him uncomfortably, and she answered in telepathic speech as though she wanted no one to overhear their conversation anymore.
{Why do you want to know?} She sounded awkward. Zac, noting her change in speech, also switched to telepathy.
{I don’t know, Inara… It just popped up in my head. What could you possibly give to Marty that has to be captured in an Ultra Ball? Wouldn’t a powerful Pokemon hurt him?}

Inara set the brush down between them and studied Zac quietly. Her smile was gone, and her pleasantness went with it. It was clear she did not want to talk about the gift.
{This Pokemon I would trust with my life} She said quietly. {She is more intelligent than any starter he could receive, and she loves everyone no matter how many badges they have. We had a deep bond together that let me get to know her more than anyone else.} Now Zac was interested.
{Why give such a valuable friend to Marty? He doesn’t exactly respect Pokemon… or hybrids…}
{Marty loves Pokemon as much as any boy his age. He just hates Mewtwos, though I don’t know why. I know he’ll take good care of Kidea…}
{Kidea?} Zac had never heard such a name before. Inara squirmed uncomfortably before answering.
{It’s short for Kind Death…} She muttered, her telepathic speech barely audible. Zac blinked.
{Why in the world would you call your best friend ‘Kind Death’?!}

Inara winced, and did not reply for a long, long time. When she finally did, she sounded like a little child.
{Because the Pokemon I owned… the one Marty now has… in that Ultra Ball… is a NewMew.}

Zac leapt up in horror and backed away to the far wall. Inara was a Darcmu trainer…?! Mewtwo were imprisoned for such acts! Darcmu ate Mewtwos! Their sole purpose in life was to eat Mewtwos! What was she doing raising the very creatures that threatened their species’ future every day?! And now MARTY had it…

Inara looked ready to cry again.
{Please don’t tell anyone} She whimpered. {It was an experiment to see if I could raise a Darcmu that didn’t hunt Mewtwos…}
{Then why in Mew’s name did you give it to Marty?! He’s MARTY!!!! He wants to kill us all deep down, and enslave what’s left!! He’s my friend ‘cause I’m only half, but what about my dad?! What about the Kamis?! What about YOU?!?!}

Inara remained silent. She could think of nothing to say.

[Otto=ottO]

Well, uh, good job. I think the Magi part is getting boring now.
The Darmu trainer might be the Gold Kami Seeking revenge on those who shunned him. Marty has a NewMew which wouldn't kill Acciao I think... :Þ :þ :P Yeah

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Ooooh! Goody! Lots 'n lots of story! Giving us a view on Mewtwosian history! Though that part with 'only 3 or 4 left' confused me, because it didn't fit too well with Votty's explanation... For the rest, thumbs up! Marty's feeling like a king, the Mystery Man is gonna do his thing, Magi's getting brain-food, and Inara might go to jail! What a whole lot of plot there's left!!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Otto=ottO: oo;; Don't worry, it'll pick up the pace... And Magi will be interesting again! ^^;; You just gotta wait a few more chappies...

Crystalmaster Mike: The Darcmu first attack didn't happen in Mewtopia... That was a bit o' Year of the Clones in there with the "only three or four left"... though there were only around twenty-five Twos to start with at that time period ^^;;

[Darien Shields]

Inara's a total crackpot, IMO.

Thing's are moving a little slowly... is this a trainer story or not?

[V.o.t.M]

Yay! You return!

Yay Ice Kami! It keeled ze bad things!

*Reads a little further*

Wait a minute! Bad Ice Kami! You ate the Shiny Mewtwo! *Smacks Ice Kami with rolled up news paper* Bad Kami! No cookie!

As for Crystalmaster Mike's question, its like SM said. Sun (The Mewtwo who started Hakujo's clan of genderless Mewtwo) was created by a crazy old guy in the Unknown cave place many years after the whole Year O' the clones deal.

Did you know I have no grasp on the passage of time?

Yep. Mr. Rocket Boss and all those other crazys made their own Mewtwos earlyer, once they saw that they'd been chomped to near extintion. Yay? I hope I got that right.

Yay for explinations! Yay for still hateing Marty! Yay for what the bloody hell was Inara thinking giving a baby Mewtwo muncher to her Mewtwo hateing son?! Yay for is Magi dead? Cake!:D

[Darien Shields]

If Mewtwo don't need to be "born" as such, but can just be generated, then is their anything stopping them from generating humans in the same way? I mean, they're very compatable if the hybrids are to be believed. Are Mewtwo compatable with other pokemon? Are *shudder* humans compatable with other pokemon? *shudders violently* Ack, all the questions you raise by making these crazy crazy cross breeds! Interesting though, as in other pokemon species the mother's species will always be the species of the child (except in cases where two gender specific species of pokemon are considerred the same sepcies for the purpose of breeding (Nido's etc.), but cross breeds are never brought up (despite my great "Pokemon Breeder GC" idea Heh.) I don't like the concept of Mewtwo's... breeding, because aside from looking like uh, mutated freaks, they have no obvious sexual orgins. Plus I say they're not furry, that they have rubbery skin. Like a dolphin or something. Only with more rubber!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Darien Shields: Human copies have been attempted, but the longest for one to live was four years I think... Mewtwos were cloned from Mew, but tweaked to where they weren't really clones! oO;; In this way the first one lived, and every Mewtwo clone is actually slightly different from the other. They survive because they are naturally really strong, while humans' bodies are just too weak to survive cloning.

If Mewtwos are compatable with other Pokemon, they don't show it. Mewtwos are a proud race that mostly keep to themselves as much as possible, and most are as horrified with these natural born hybrid humans as you. Humans can't breed with any other Pokemon... and Mewtwo/humans are often born dead. :(

Have you seen any reproduction organ on any Pokemon? It's internal! Gah!

And... MEWTWOS HAVE FUR!!!! Trust me! I study Mews and Twos! I know what I'm talking about!!! And until Nintendo tells me otherwise, I am not changing my mind! *frowns*


V.o.t.M: Aw... let the Ice Kami have the cookie. I don't mind! ^^ lol.

Lookie! A piccy of Marty and Zac playin' tha Mewtopian Card Game! Woo!

http://images.deviantart.com/large/indyart/indymisc/Marty_losin_to_a_half_Two.jpg

[GeneChildMewtwo]

So, now we know some interesting stuff about the past. Although it seems that there's some stuff between WotIK and this story... and of course the stuff from YotC which was first, right? It's really neat to be able to have a timeline that encompasses multiple stories. ^_^

Hmm... Although I hope the situation with Acciaio improves... Marty doesn't really deserve to be Acciaio's friend, but most defenately doesn't deserve to be his master. Also, I wonder if Magi will wake up soon? Although at least she's finding out more about herself while she's "alseep". Hopefully she wakes up and can put that knowledge to use.

It's back to waiting for the next chapter (and homework.) then. Keep it up!:wave:

EDIT: I just missed you, your reply wasn't there when I posted this...

[ralts_mudkip]

It appears that your back Shadowed Mewtwo :) , and the odd thing is is that I had not noticed up until now! Where the heck have I been, anyway?! :o

Any way back to the story, Indra does seem to be a little crazy, but there might actualy be a good reason hidden in that clump of nerve tisue in her head. :\

*sighs*Magi is still in a coma. Boooriiing. *Lost Kami glares at Ralts_Mudkip* ehehe, sory about that ;o .

[Doomykins]

Marty is so evil! Putting the poor Mewtwo on a nasty rope. Evil! And Inara must be nuts to try and raise a NewMew. Thought maybe she's already fixed... The guy in the cloack is also a mystery, hmm...

Oh, Zac is sooooo cuuuuuuuute! Not in the baby animal way. :D He should keep his hair long, it looks cute. For some reason the idea of a smooth, long ponytail on guys is just disgusting to me. But when it's all jagged like that, it looks cute.

Anywho, you're back from your trip. I was worried that you might be stuck in Mexico or on the top of a rollercoaster.


P.S. I've read your reposting of YotC, I just don't have an account in that forum. And you stopped posting in the other forum, so that threw me for a loop. I would definetly sugest to all fans of WM that they read YotC.

[Ultra_Poke2000]

new chapter! yay! i see we have some startling developments. Marty has basicly enslaved Acciaio, the poor kid. so the shadowy guy and the Darkmu are starting their "hunt" *shudders* what kind of destruction will unfold? is Kidea pronounced "k eye duh" or "k eye deeuh" or what? i dont have time for a longer reply, so cya!:wave:

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

GeneChildMewtwo: Teehee, you missed me! :P Yes, it's fun to make a timeline for two stories, though at first it was very difficult...

ralts_mudkip: Inara's cool! :wave:

Doomykins: Whee! You really like Zac? ^^ That makes me happeeeee!!! Yeah, and Marty's being a total jerk right now... ^^;;

Ultra_Poke2000: You were right with Kidea's name the second time. (Though she's not really picky with what you call her.)

I'm hoping you guys like this one more than the last... ^^ It was sure entertaining to write!



~*~Chapter 24~*~

“So… what exactly are Darcmu? And did they kill Ashes?”

This question was asked by Magi, who had started turning over the situation in her head and found that she really didn’t have enough details to jump to her conclusion. There was no mention of an evil dark cloaked figure thing in any of that…

“Darcmu are rarely seen now, but they are known as death shadows to Mewtwo. They can grow to be ten feet tall and over thirty-two feet long if you include their tails. They attack with tooth and claw, and their roar is said to freeze whoever hears it in its path.”

Shadow. Tooth. Claw. These were what Magi remembered of the evil beasts in her dream…

“But no, they didn’t kill the Gold Kami. They loved him too much for that.”

That statement made Magi jump and she eyed the Lost Kami eagerly, hoping that she had not dreamed the past.
“What did?” She demanded. She found her heart pounding in her chest…

“The Ice Kami… with the approval of the council… killed my mother, my father, and… me.” Shadow, the Lost Kami and daughter of Ashes, hung her silver head and buried her face in her hands. Magi was more confused than ever.

~*~*~

Zac had run into his room as fast as he could.

The hybrid now hid in the corner, shivering with fear over the fact that he had been carrying a NewMew and handed it over to Marty without even realizing it. Everyone was so doomed… And Inara HAD to be as crazy as the Gold Kami raising NewMew like that… Should he turn her in? Tell his father? His mother? Should he go straight to Mewtopia and see what the wild Mewtwos thought? He had no idea…

And he knew nothing more about Marty. Inara had known just as little as he, and that made Zac feel even worse. The boy pulled out the picture and studied it quietly to ease his nerves. The woman had to be Marty’s mother she looked so much like him. Indeed, Zac now noticed a tiny bundle in her arms that he recognized as Marty as an infant. The babe had a wide toothless grin as he played his mother’s long black hair, and she was smiling as well, though it looked more sad than happy. She was very beautiful, but she looked torn and depressed despite her grin for the picture.

Zac growled at his lack of knowledge of them both.

Momentarily forgetting Inara in his anger, the half-Mewtwo flew over to his dresser and hit the picture onto it with a growl. Then, ignoring all thoughts of caution, he yanked up the deadly black blade and swished it in the air like a sword. The darkness within it sent a chill through him like a Dark Pokemon, and he had already learned the wounds it inflicted affected his Psychic flesh like a Dark attack. He had never seen such blades as the ones Marty and his father carried. However, for some reason Zac was sure that these blades were only Marty’s, though where he would get such strange and deadly weapons as this he didn’t know.

How could Marty keep so many secrets from so many people?!

As the chill of the blade finally forced Zac to drop it, the boy took notice of Marty’s videotape. Marty had for some reason hidden it with a personal photo and the finest made of the black blades as though it were something important. What was on the tape? Could it possibly have some sort of valuable information??

Yet before Zac could find out his father appeared in the doorway. The large Mewtwo stood half a foot taller than most, and he was as muscled and fit as and wild Two. His coloration and basic shape were just like most Pure Mewtwos, even if he wasn’t of that bloodline. A single stripe on his nose categorized him as a “Neo” Mewtwo, a breed made not by Giovanni but a zoo… A strange history to most Mewtwo breeds.

Zac’s father had been born in Mewtopia, but at the passing of the law of Equal Rights for Mewtwos he went out into the world to explore. In a distant city he met a female human with amber hair and green eyes named Lara, and the two spent a great deal of time together. Eventually they fell in love, though when they tried to wed they were banished from the city. Zac’s dad then brought her to Mewtopia hoping they could live together there, but Lara was hated there and not permitted to live among Mewtwos. Then, when Mewtopia found out they had become mates and were attempting a child, they were banished from the city. That’s when they found the little town they lived in now, and thus after many tries they brought Neo Mewtwo Zachariah, or Zac, into the world.

Yet even as he adjusted to the lives of humans, Zac’s father always kept a wild side to him in the fact that he trained himself daily. And, when Zac was old enough, the young Mewtwo/human hybrid had been forced to train as well, though he did not have his father’s passion of battling. The boy preferred trading cards and video games.

Zac moaned as he realized that it was time to train with his dad, and without a word dragged himself unwillingly after his father to the field for a long day of work.

~*~*~

As dusk came three shadows left the forest and ran swiftly and silently towards the little Mewtwo and human village. The two larger shadows raced with jaws gaping open in blood thirst, and bits of saliva fell from their lips. The cloaked figure looked as though he were taking a leisurely stroll, but he moved far to fast to be doing such. With calm, suttle movements, the poacher was somehow able to keep up with the wild sprints of the great Mewtwo hunters. They reached the edge of the village without a sound.

As the three prepared for their great attack, a sudden chill in the air made them pause. There was a faint flapping of huge wings somewhere far off, but whatever it was, it covered ground far faster than they.

With a hiss of delight, the cloaked figure ran back into the forest and up onto his little cliff to get a better view of what he knew was coming. He caught sight of it immediately.

The creature was a Mewtwo, or appeared to be, with blue fur or feathers and eyes as red as blood. Large muscled wings were opened to their fullest and beat the air wings smooth powerful strokes, though the creature really didn’t need to use them. A long streaming river of a tail rippled behind it in the wind beautifully as it came along, still a blur to its unknown observer.

By the time the Darcmu had caught up the thing was closer and could be seen in more detail. On its head were three dark blue feathers, and on its chest soft white ones. Starting at its elbows was a sort of bumpy grayish skin, like the legs and feet of a bird’s, and each of its three fingers had a long black talon at the end. It’s feet were normal Mewtwo feet, and now lay behind it as it hovered on the powerful wind currents. As it flapped for a moment to gain better wind, the trees shook from the might of the wind it created.

The poacher whistled slightly at the sight of the creature and was rewarded by having it turn to look at him. On the side away from him it’s cheek bore a long black scar from some Darcmu attack long ago. This scar was the only blemish on the creature’s entire beautiful body.

Beside the poacher, the female Darcmu began to tremble.
“The Ice Kami…” She hissed in Pokemon tongue, “Mew-clone Slayer and Kin Eater… What is it doing here???” At her words, the male growled.

Only the poacher grinned with delight in the shadows of his cloak as the mighty Articuno/Mewtwo hybrid passed over them towards the city. When they did nothing, it turned its attention on the little nobody village and scanned the area high in the sky like a hawk. It’s gray-black muzzle and arms became the only visible thing in the vast blue of the sky as it drew itself higher where it could fly unnoticed.

Then, quite suddenly, it pressed its wings against its body and dove straight down, its long tail whipping behind it in the wind. It narrowed its eyes as the wind grew worse, and pressed its limbs against it so that it gained speed. It was soon going so fast that nobody could it if they tried.

As it vanished amongst the trees of the forest close to the village the poacher gave a soft sigh, for he had held his breath in awe of the legendary but slightly infamous Kami. The two Darcmu were very close to fleeing as they watched the stillness of the forest, knowing that the Ice Kami could come from anywhere and slay them easily. However, the silent command of their master’s presence kept them still.

Then both black Pokemon groaned as the poacher placed a hand inside his cloak and began searching for something. Only they knew what and why.

As the Ice Kami lifted itself from the forest, the three watchers noticed that it now had its wings folded and was flying Mewtwo fashion. It seemed busy with what it held, though until it got closer they couldn’t see what.

At the speed it flew it grew close to them quickly, and blood could be seen on the creature’s face. The limp form of some poor Mewtwo was made out in its talons as it approached. The Mewtwo looked as though its heart had been ripped out, and the Ice Kami’s arms were already dripping with its blood.

The sight and smell of Mewtwo blood made the Darcmu quiver, but this time with their everlasting blood-thirst instead of fear. Only their terror of the Ice Kami held them back. The poacher, however, showed no fear as he went to the highest peak of the cliff and awaited the Ice Kami to pass as it had before.

The Mewtwo hybrid looked at them with a cold, emotionless expression as blood dripped from its dark muzzle and stained the white of its chest. Its long scar could be seen more clearly now, and it ran down the Kami’s cheek, neck, chestplate and arm. That mixed with the blood, smell of death, and black talons made the beauty of the half Articuno turn to something deadly. As it drew near to them, the Ice Kami stopped using its powers and reverted back to its wings.

Then, as it began to pass, the poacher yanked out what he had been looking for and flung it at the Kami. The item looked like a cord with some sort of little machine attached at one end, and when it hit, it coiled around the Ice Kami’s leg and began to spark with electricity.

The poacher gave a hidden smile as the Ice Kami became enshrouded in lighting, and commanded his Darcmu to attack. The creatures miserably obeyed, fearing their master more than anything.

The Ice Kami suddenly found itself hit by an electric wire and facing two Darcmu who looked ready to rip it apart. Frowning in annoyance, the half Mewtwo neatly shook the cord loose and with a flick of its foot threw the still sparking cable onto the male Darcmu, who howled in pain as it was attacked by the machine. The Kami gripped its newly caught meal tightly as it turned its attention to the other Darcmu, the female, who had begun to shake at seeing the Ice Kami unscathed. It frowned even more.

After once being attacked by a Darcmu, the Ice Kami had kept a grudge against the creatures. Not only did they compete with it for food, but they had also turned out to be unfit for eating, making them useless. The Ice Kami usually killed them on sight, as it planned to do now…

The female Darcmu shivered from cold and fear like a little NewMew as the Ice Kami slowly advanced on her, but her loyalty to her master kept her from fleeing. Besides, such an act of cowardice would end up in her destruction anyway. All she could do was fight…

The battle was very short. As the female dove for her prey’s throat, the Ice Kami merely formed a ball of white energy in its free hand and hit her with a sort of Ice Beam, freezing her on the spot. It watched both its attackers fall with a kind of detached satisfaction, then began to fly away again.

The poacher nearly yelped with surprise as it suddenly dove for him and drove its claws into his skull. Then, content, it lifted back into the air and flew off to some safe place to consume its meal. As the electricity finally stopped torturing the male Darcmu, the Kami was already out of sight.

The poacher just laughed as if he had gone crazy.

~*~*~

“Why in the world would it kill you and you mom if Ashes saved the Darcmu?!” Magi persisted, still thoroughly confused. The idea of the Mew Council of Mewtopia agreeing to killing three for one’s crimes seemed wrong… Though of course, she had no idea how the rules went in this part of the world, or if the Council was just naturally mean. She should ask about that as well…

The Lost Kami looked up at Magi, tears falling from her eyes then floating up and vanishing in the nothingness. Her dark blue eyes were full of pain and suffering, the old wound in her heart reopened from the conversation that was taking place.

Yet before the young Shining Mewtwo could speak, Magi found herself torn away from her and yanked back into her own world. She was blinded with the brilliant light of the Pokemon Center momentarily, then as her vision came back, she found herself in intensive care in a little tank. As she sat there in the water she was too surprised for a moment to think, and simply looked around trying to sort things out.

As the large Magikarp awoke and began to move, Nurse Joy sighed with relief. Magi would live another day.

~*~*~

The cloaked figure lifted a gloved hand to his face, and when he drew in back, his fingers were covered in his own blood. He began to chuckle again at that.

“Such a fine creature… a wonderful Mewtwo slayer! Beautiful and deadly, a hunter of its own kind and more powerful than anything… A prize far more worthy for me than you two, eh?” This last part was directed to the two Darcmu, one who was still mostly frozen and the other who was burnt but doing his best to release her from her ice cage.

Once he had gotten his partner’s head free of the ice, he turned to the poacher and snorted.
“Yeah, catch the Ice Kami! What a dream! An impossible one…” Rumbled the creature with a shake of his head. Then he turned his attention back to unfreezing the female Darcmu. Now that he head was free she was shooting small fireballs into the ice, melting it quickly.

“Master, the Ice Kami is undefeated!” She complained in between attacks, “And you saw how what we did was nothing the creature. That’s why it is called a Kami! It’s practically immortal! It is the mightiest of Mewtwos, and it is what keeps its kind safe from things like us. There is nothing you could do to capture it!”

The poacher laughed a second time, loud and cold and cruel. He tossed his blood off his fingers and walked over to his Darcmu. Then, he smacked them both in the head.
“You underestimate me my pets! I have full knowledge of the Ice Kami, and every other Kami for that matter. I am a hunter, a history professor, a researcher, and a scientist! And I assure you, my dear Darcmu, that in the end with every skill in me I shall overcome the Ice Kami… and then every Mewtwo in Mewtopia…”

Thus the attack was postponed for another perfect time to hunt.

~*~*~

Zac stood there, too stunned to think. His shirt was ripped off and a gash had been made in his cheek, but he made no effort to take care of either of them. Even over the fact that his underdeveloped chest plate was in full view, that his own blood was trickling in his mouth, he still stood there like a statue.

His ponytail was free and his dark purple hair blew in the wind as he stared at a single spot at the edge of the forest, a single dark patch in the leaves. He felt he should cry, but no tears came, but his hands were shaking horribly. He mouthed two words silently over and over, not conscious of doing such, as he tried to understand what had just happened.

As the sun set, Zac finally gulped and looked down into his hands. One of them held a pale blue feather with a small splatter of blood on it. It shimmered with cold energy from the powerful beast it had once clutched to, and the blood looked like an impure sin on its loveliness.

Zac looked at the dark patch again, at the tufts of purple fur around them. Then, slowly, the hybrid backed away until he was close enough to his home to feel safe. After that the little boy turn and ran, ran as fast and far as he could. Tears fell down his cheeks and he gripped the little feather tightly.

His greatest dream had come true. He had seen the Ice Kami up close in real life. But… the price he had had to pay for such a gift…

Zac nearly broke the door as he slammed it open. Through the blur of tears he could make out Inara and his mother in the living room, and both were looking at him. Zac felt himself trembling as he turned to shut the door slowly, softly, as if he were trying to make up for the violence in which he had entered.

Then, the hybrid turned to face his mother and friend. The tears fell from his eyes and allowed him to see the worry of their expressions.
“Mother…” He whispered. “There is something I need to tell you alone… about Dad…”

Silently, the two left for the kitchen with fear and sorrow in their hearts.

~*~*~

Acciaio stood half awake beside a tree, too tired to even notice Marty as the boy ate a hearty meal. His Torchic had been let out by his new master, but he was not allowed to speak with her. Brute and she sat a large distance from the camp, studying the situation uncomfortably. They were very aware that Marty was torturing Keahi’s master.

Only Kidea showed no knowledge of any pain, for she was too wrapped up in her long discussions of Inara. The little thing was obsessed with her “mother”, and shared the Mewtwo’s desire to make peace between the Darcmu and Mewtwos. She seemed determined to talk Marty into helping her reach this goal, and was annoyed how the boy wouldn’t talk to her.

Marty was trying his best to avoid the conversation with silence, and eventually was able to make his new pet shut up by sticking a rather large strawberry that he had found on their hike into her mouth.

“Mewtwo, this fire needs more wood. Be a good Pokemon and fetch some.” Said Marty lightly as he finished his meal and pulled out a bag of marshmallows.

Acciaio moved without thought. He was too tired to think, to care, and he obeyed the voice of Marty automatically. In the bare remnant of his thoughts and feelings there was but one thing left: fear. He feared Kidea more than anything, and that drove his weary body over its limits. The broken cyborg stumbled blindly along, feeling numbly for wood with his feet. His arm had lost its cast sometime during that day, and hung limp and black at his side. His mechanical arm was also still broken, and occasionally shocked its owner with a spark of electricity. Yet Acciaio continued on.

When the Mewtwo finally found a small pile of sticks, he wrapped his tail around them and limped back to the camp. His eyes remained shut, for he was too tired to open them, and he had to find the campfire by the heat in the air. Then he tossed his tiny bundle into the fire.

His reward was a rock thrown at his head.

“Stupid Mewtwo!” Marty barked. “That won’t do anything for the fire! Are you that lazy?!”

The boy scowled behind his black bangs as Acciaio just stood there, and threw another rock to make him do something. However, this just made the Mewtwo fall… right into the fire.

A gasp came from the other Pokemon, and Marty blinked in surprise, as the flames began to catch on the dying cyborg child. A smell of burnt fur and metal began to fill the air.

[V.o.t.M]

That....chapter.... ROCKED!

That was the best thing EVAR! I think I'm weeping with joy! The Ice Kami, doing stuff! :P

And It ate Zac's pa!:( But it kicked Darcmew arse!:D But it ate Zac's pa...:(

Durn it Ice Kami, can't you not eat someone's Parent/parents for once?

And poor Lost Kami! Why did she and her ma have to die if Mr. Gold Kami did the bad thingy? Why?

And Silly Mr. Poacher! Tricks are for kids!

Oh... and whats his face is on fire. Someone should do something about that.;)

Best chapter EVAR!:D

[Krystalline Kabutops]

'Bout time I replied...


This chapter pwned. Lots of action, although I would have prefered to see more of Marty and Acciao.... Ah well.

9/10

[GeneChildMewtwo]

"Well, what happend to Ashes was..."
"Good morning!"
O_O It's not fair.
(and to think, my last post mentioned that Magi should wake up soon... Too bad time travel is evil. ^_^)

Well, I have a feeling you'll explain later. (It's probably too early to give everything away.) And, seeing the Ice Kami here is neat, which means it's still alive. (Although I guess I could have figured that out earlier, but now it's for sure.) Hmmm... It's all very interesting. Although, I feel bad for Zac... He finally met his hero, but find out what the Ice Kami is truely like. I guess everyone isn't aware of that after all.

But, the most urgent matter on hand is the fact that Acciaio is in serious trouble. Somebody needs to do something and fast. Maybe Marty will realize he's a jerk... Or at least decided to help his forced laborer. Maybe the pokemon will start a mutiny for Marty being mean? Hmm...

Well, this chapter was really interesting. I have to agree that it was really good.
I'll be waiting for the next one. Keep it up!
:wave:

[ralts_mudkip]

To me, Marty is pritty mutch off my sympathetic charactor list. *contemplates kicking Marty in the groin* Grrrr... Anyway magi seems okay, and Zac's dad got eaten by the Ice-Kami(poor Zac... :( ). I await the next chapter with great anticipation. :wave:

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Behind the clouds still shines the sun... Atleast Zac won't have to train anymore...

And so the poacher is undead... I mean, if the Ice Kami had driven its claws into someone else's skull, that someone surely would've died? But well, you have to be kind of undead to have no fear of Darcmu what so ever.

Now we come to a crossroads with Marty... Will he realize he's a jerk? Or will he kick Acciaccio in the knee caps for laying down on the job?

I agree, that was evil, what you did to Magi! She'd finally get a good answer, and *boof*! She's alive again!

[Doomykins]

Ice Kami is evil! He must die! *calls out Haikrumn* One more move and your Houndune food Ice freak! Poor Shadow, she was killed for what her daddy did. Though I wonder who her mommy was?
And Marty's gotta go too. Poor Acciaio, poor Zac. Why was he hunting out there anyways?

[Ultra_Poke2000]

*ring*

ice kami: hello?

me: Hello Kami! You are a stupie head!

ice kami: Ultra_Poke2000, is that you? *looks out the window and sees me at a pay phone*

me: ah! *runz*

hehehe... why did he eat Zac's dad? thats retarded! if he's a protector of M2s, then why does he eat them? as 4 Marty, i agree with ralts_mudkip, cuz that is just taking it way too far. Kidea seems to be either completely oblivious to everything or it must just not care. hmmm....

Origonaly posted by V.o.t.M.

And Silly Mr. Poacher! Tricks are for kids!

lol! i was gonna say that! o well.

[V.o.t.M]

Mewtwoness! I dance now! I luv it when stuff happens and theres a Mewtwo there to say, "No sir, I don't like it."

Good story! Goodness! Write more or I will eat and eat and there won't be any food left for the people of Earth. Teehee!

[Team Rocket's Lugia]

Wow, I just caught up with this fic, but I'ts really good! I can't imagine Mewtwos considered Human!

Anyways, a small request: Could you please post a picture of Acciaio please ? Thanks

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

V.o.t.M: Your post made my day ^^

Opaque Onigoori: Welcome new reader! ^-^ Happy you liked it!

GeneChildMewtwo: lol, I'm evil to Magi

ralts_mudkip: Aw... don't be hating Marty just yet...

Crystalmaster Mike: Ain't the poacher creepily cool?

Doomykins: Ah! No! Don't kill the Ice Kami! It has a major part later-*covers mouth* I didn't say that...

Ultra_Poke2000: Because if they all died it would have nothing to eat of course! :D

Team Rocket's Lugia: One pic of Acciaio coming right up! ^^ And good job reading over 100 pages of fanfic!

~*~Chapter 25~*~

Even though he was too weak to even see, Acciaio felt every lick of flame against his skin. He heard the beeping on an alarm in his head as his mechanical parts began to melt from the heat. There were frantic shouts from both Pokemon and a person as he lay there in the fire, cut and burned for the kindness he gave to an enemy. Yet… he was too tired to care. He was too worn to think. Nothing mattered. Nothing. He was a slave now to a hater of his kind, but so what? All humans were like that. The deceptive creatures were all too greedy and power hungry for their own good… They were destined to destroy all life.

But of course that didn’t matter either. Nothing mattered. His very soul had been ripped out of him long ago, and now he felt nothing. He was a machine, a horrific freak that had no purpose whatsoever. He had been made in an attempt to save an infant that was too far gone for rescue. An infant whose family was dead and name forgotten. He was a walking corpse.

Now the human voice was louder, and had a high, frantic tone to it. There was a clatter of dishes being dropped, and the shriek of a Pokemon who must have been stepped on by accident. This was followed by a cry from the young human, and there was a moment’s pause of silence.

The fire was resting on him now, consuming him like a hungry animal. It grew and shifted, consuming his fur slowly as if it enjoyed seeing him tortured. The flame would be disappointed: he was beyond torture. Marty had tortured him already. Another poacher had tortured him even worse… a life’s worth of torture that had ruined him forever…

There was a shuffling noise as the boy got back up, and leaves and twigs cried out in resentment as he walked. Hands wildly beat on the flames on his back, striking his open wounds. It didn’t matter. As the flames died in silent cries, the hands threw aside the embers that melted his sides and metal, saving him from sudden death. It didn’t matter. The hands, somehow immune to the pain of the fire, then wrapped themselves around the Mewtwo’s middle. Acciaio mused that they weren’t just hands, but were actually connected to arms, and these arms a body that was jerking with sobs.

“He’s dying!” The human voice wept, “Acciaio, please wake up! I don’t want you to DIE!!! Maybe be a little broken, a bit more obedient like Pokemon should be… but DEATH… Oh Acciaio, don’t leave! My new Pokemon! Please don’t leave me!”

The words were too many and too loud for Acciaio to discern, but he didn’t care. It didn’t matter anyway. His mind was empty, absorbing nothing as he began to bury within himself away from the pain. Pain didn’t matter, and wanted nothing to do with it.

The limp Mewtwo was lifted gently but quickly out of the flames, and he felt himself dragged away from the campfire. He was laid down on what felt like moss, his ears still filled with the sobbing voice and his body still howling in agony. Stupid body. It was not worth saving at this point, nor was he. Machine. Clone-spawn. Freak. Orphan. Monster. He was these things—things hated and destroyed. So he had to be destroyed... He was already dead.

“Why are you helping him?” Asked a new, slightly deep and gruff voice, “I thought you hated Mewtwos…”
“I DO!!” Snapped the first voice, “I hate them! I’ll always hate them! They’re heartless monsters!”
“Then why are you helping him?” Said a third, much higher voice that Acciaio was sure he knew. It was feminine, and sounded just as frantic and upset as the human’s. “I thought you wanted to kill my masta…”
“No! I… I hate them… but… He’s my Pokemon! I’m responsible for him now, and I won’t let him die!”
“He’s not your Pokemon,” said the gruff voice, “You haven’t captured him. Besides, it’s illegal to… Master, what are you doing?!”

Acciaio felt the cold tap of a button on his burnt chest, then his body losing all feeling. He was suddenly shapeless energy that was compressed into a tiny sphere. Then, the sphere closed, leaving him trapped. It didn’t matter.

Almost as soon as he was trapped, he was let back out and found himself on the moss once more. Everything ached and burned again, and he found himself longing for the nothingness to return.
“There, he’s mine. Therefore he’s my responsibility, and I need to save him! Satisfied?” The human voice snapped. Then quickly, before the other voices had a chance to respond, the human dashed away, and Acciaio heard a shuffling sound a few feet away.

When the hands came back, they were covered in a cooling gel that covered his wounds and extinguished the burning sensation in his flesh. Though he still felt it didn’t matter, nothing mattered, he gave a soft sigh of relief as his burns left him from the Burn Heal. Then the hands left again.

“He’s still in bad shape…” Muttered the human voice, “I thought his arm was just bruised, but it looks like that chip of my blade is slowly carving what’s left of him…” A deep, stressed sigh came from the voice.
“We’ll need to cut it out if he’s going to make it… That means surgery… And we can’t take him to a hospital or Pokemon Center fast enough…” There was another moment of shuffling, then a gasp from the Pokemon.

“You’re using that??? Isn’t that what—” The gruff voice started, but was cut off by the human.
“I KNOW it’s the blade I stabbed him with! … But it’s the only blade we have…”

The next thing Acciaio knew, a horrible pain shot through his side that filled him with cold only a Dark Pokemon could have possessed. The blade sliced through his skin, his muscle, probing and searching like the claw of a Darcmu playing with its food. He had felt that blade before, felt that pain… So much pain…

Before he knew it, Acciaio had slipped into unconsciousness.

~*~*~

Magi stared through the walls of the tiny tank with surprise. She had been so close to finding out about Ashes!!! And now here she was in… a Pokemon Center. With the blue eyes of a Nurse Joy staring at her. Great. Just great.

“Well, you scared a lot of people!” Smiled the Pokemon nurse as she took out the needles that had been placed under Magi’s scales while she was dying. The large Magikarp winced at each one, but made no reply. Nurse Joy wouldn’t have been able to understand her anyway.

When the Nurse was done she recalled Magi to her Pokeball, where she would recuperate. This made the Magikarp even more depressed as she stared at the darkness of her small round prison. So close to finding out… yet so far… The chances of her ever seeing the Lost Kami again was near impossible. How could fate mock her so?!

It seemed like forever before Magi was released again, and the large Magikarp flopped and cried out happily at the sight of her master and Keshaa. The obese fisherman stared in surprise at the sight of her, and seemed unable to think how to react. Keshaa, however, was off his master’s shoulder in a flash and babbling on too fast for Magi to comprehend. She didn’t care. She was going on and on in senseless babble as well.

When they were finished, Joe continued to gape, then gave a small cough.
“Well er… Courtney… I see you’ve turned orange…”

Magi looked up in surprise.
“Orange?” She questioned despite her master’s inability to understand her. “I’ve always been orange…”

Keshaa was gaping as well.
“Magi!” He yelped, “You’ve changed colors on us!”
“I did?”
“Yes! You’ve lost your golden hue…” The bewildered Seadra cocked his head as he continued to stare like a young Magikarp. “You’re just a pale orange now!”
“What?!” Magi sat in shock, as she tried to picture herself as a normal everyday Magikarp color. No, not normal, Keshaa had said pale. So she looked like a terribly WEAK everyday Magikarp. Magi felt her happiness leave her for the second time that day.

“All well, guess I’ll have ta use the backup plan, eh Storm?” Sighed Joe. Keshaa made an angry snort, but was ignored. The fisher silently drew out a Pokeball, and let it fall to realease… another very beautiful Magikarp. It was Magi’s turn to gape.

The Magikarp was a darker red than any she had ever seen, and it was just as large as her. It flopped on the ground with powerful muscles that could be seen clearly under its crimson scales, and it looked to be in perfect condition.

However, the Magikarp stared at nothing in particular as it flopped up and down with its mouth gaping open like an idiot. It didn’t seem to understand what was going on or even who its master was. This gave Magi the impression that it was both newly caught and very stupid.

Yet Joe appeared proud of it.
“Meet Jaws!” He declared. “He’s gonna evolve into a Gyarados fo’ me! … Unlike some little Magikarp we know…”

Magi watched in disgust as Joe petted his new prize on the head, though this seemed to distress “Jaws”. The crimson Magikarp spun around and started flopping away from its master… and towards her.

Magi practically cried out in protest as she was tackled by the thing, and soon found herself gazing into an unfocused eye.
“You girl.” The Magikarp said with a deep male voice. “Pretty. Pretty girl. MY pretty girl!”

Magi really cried out as Jaws ran himself along her side in a courting maneuver, very much attracted to her. She was disgusted with the whole thing. How could Joe to this?! How could he replace her with this… with this…

Magi gave a shriek as Jaws pressed against her and laid large wet lips on a gill.
“NO!!!” She screamed at him, “I don’t want a mate!! Please leave me alone Jaws! Go away!! If I ever have children I want them with someone smart!” Jaws of course didn’t understand her, and began to make a cooing noise that made her flesh crawl.

Keshaa knocked the Magikarp away and glared with dark anger.
“You will not force my friend to do anything, weak might. Especially not spawn…” Magi blinked at this. He had not used the term “weak might” for a Magikarp in a long time… Now it was being used as an insult.

However, Jaws was not daunted, and bared a set on sharp little teeth.
“Pretty fishie. You take. You bad. She mine. She mate. She ready. We spawn. You challenge. I hate you… GIMME BACK!!!”

With that, the large Karp dove towards Magi’s comrade with wild fury. Joe merely watched.

~*~*~

Acciaio had no mechanical parts; he had no knowledge of such. He was an infant again, in a world of love and happiness…

The young Mewtwo sat on his father’s shoulders, laughing and babbling in baby talk while he was hugged and praised by both his parents. His mother kissed him on the cheek and his father took him down and embraced him, telling the child how proud he was. What were they proud about…? He couldn’t re—…wait.

Baby Acciaio floated into the air, giving excited squeaks at how high up he was while his parents praised him even more. Flight. He had learned how to fly that day! He flew around and around, dodging trees and his mother and father as best he could. They were in a… park. In… Mewtopia? Yes. Or at least in the outskirts of Mewtopia, on the outer edge, away from the city. His memory of that day was rather fuzzy, but at least he remembered some.

His father wore a badge around his neck, signifying the fact that he was a champion of the leagues held in Mewtopia. The strong looking Mewtwo was Pure—a bloodline that was becoming rarer and rarer as Pures and other breeds of Twos had children together. His mother was a Pure as well, but she was slimmer with smaller eye ridges, as was every female Mewtwo. She was not a fighter, but merely a mother and proud mate of a champion. Acciaio could remember neither of their names anymore, nor what he was called in his infancy. He did know, however, that he was showing signs of ending up as strong as his dad. He could remember them discussing it, and that that discussion had ended in the training he had started that day just outside the Mewtwo city.

He flew away from his parents, giggling with a squeaky little voice like a Mew. Through the trees he went, his heart pounding in his chest from excitement despite the fact that he was hardly going faster than a slow walk. Then, he reached a boulder.

With every bit of concentration his little mind could muster, the tiny Mewtwo began to slowly snake around the giant rock. He went out of sight of his parents, and for a moment looked behind himself as he flew, waiting for them to become visible again. Yet when he stopped looking where he was going, be bumped lightly into something… something furry…

Acciaio turned to find himself staring into the black face of some huge Pokemon. The little Mewtwo was about the size of a Mew, and this monster had to have been at least a dozen times larger. Yet because of his lack of maturity, Acciaio felt no fear.
“‘Ewo, sah. Wha’ ‘ou?” He said as politely as he could, struggling with the words. The creature merely sat and gazed at him, its dark purple eyes gleaming coldly. It had a few stripes on it, and its tail was covered in jagged, zigzagged rings. Sitting there like a shadow it was about seven feet tall… Yet for some reason Acciaio found it reminded him of a cat. It was that reason that he smiled at it and started stroking its long yet broad muzzle.
“Dun’ woi… I won’ ‘urt ya, kitty…” He cooed. The creature made no response.

A pair of gasps made the child turn around to see both his parents with very pale faces. Their mouths hung gaping like fish on land, and their eyes had a wild look like a cornered Mankey. Acciaio was too young to understand why they were in such a state. All the tiny Mewtwo could tell was that his parents were upset, and he immediately felt the urge to comfort them. Carefully he turned and slowly flew to them, half eager to make them happy and half afraid he might be the cause of their distress.

Yet before he could reach his parents, a large clawed hand grabbed him around his middle and yanked him back. The little Mewtwo made no sound as he found himself looking at the large Pokemon again, but the cries of his parents made him cower a bit. The creature curled back its lips in a cold grin, revealing two sets of long fangs and teeth. Acciaio knew what those were at least. He gave a whimper and cowered even more.

His father was there in a flash, kicking and striking the monster as best he could. The creature merely turned and watched.
{Release me child Darcmu!} Acciaio’s father shouted, ramming his whole body into the Darcmu’s side. This did not faze it at all: its girth seemed impervious to damage. Instead, it gave the champion that same cold grin and growled slightly.
“Why don’t ya make me, Mew-clone …” It snarled. The little Mewtwo’s dad tried to do just that, but nothing seemed to faze the high-leveled Mewtwo killer. He beat it with his fists, his feet, his tail… He even tried repeated Body Slams. Nothing worked…

Then, the Mewtwo got another idea. Using his telekinesis, he lifted a decent sized rock with sharp edges and proceeded to hurl it at the Darcmu’s head. The stone struck it right above the jaw.

The Darcmu gave a howl at that blow as a dark liquid flowed from its head, but this was more out of anger than pain. Acciaio yelped when the monster tightened its grip on him as though it planned to crush his bones… It probably did. The baby Two found it harder and harder to breath…

Another rock on the head made the Darcmu stop and turn to snarl at Acciaio’s father. This move was rewarded by another stone, and soon it rained large chunks of rock on the Dark Pokemon. Yet the Darcmu refused to let Acciaio go.

Finally the Mewtwo’s dad lifted the giant boulder, sweating from the exertion. Over half the rock was underground, and the part that remained visible was far larger than any Darcmu. The boulder hovered just above the Darcmu, darkening the sky above them.

Then, it dropped.

While the Darcmu was distracted with the need to save itself, Acciaio’s mother dove towards it and yanked her child from its grasp. As she drew away, her mate let the boulder come crashing down. The Mewtwo slayer did not stand a chance.

Yet just before the stone crushed its prey, two more dark shapes dove in and knocked the rock away. The small Mewtwo family gaped at the pair of young Darcmu who landed on either of their older comrade. The Darcmu were small—they stood about six feet high, which was short even compared to a Mewtwo—and they looked scrawny and far too young for their evolution. However, they looked more eager for blood than their elder.

Then, a fourth visitor arrived.

The thing made its entrance by first shooting the largest Darcmu in the head, then walked silently into view as it fell. It was a figure cloaked in black from his head to his feet. He had no smell and no sound; not even his breathing could be heard. Yet he gave off the appearance of a person, and when he spoke, it was comfortable human speech in human accent.
“Well well well… It looks like we’re a member short of our happy hunting group now, aren’t we my pets?” He chuckled, scratching the less striped of the two Darcmu under the chin. It bristled at his touch, and gave a small shudder at his words.
“What?” He protested, “She was beaten by a single Mewtwo! She’s a disgrace to her breed! Isn’t she, Dark Slaughterer?” His question was turned towards the other Darcmu, who seemed less daunted by the murder it had just seen.
“Was.” It grinned maliciously, “She was a disgrace.” The cloaked figure howled out a laugh that made Acciaio shiver in his mother’s arms. For some reason, the three Mewtwos could not leave. Their own fear held them.

“Aw… Look at the little baby, Mew Killer my dear!” The figure turned the less striped Darcmu’s head to look at Acciaio. “Isn’t he darling? Looks just like his big strong daddy!”

Mew Killer looked terrified as she stared at the three Mewtwos. She made no response to her master. Because of this, she was struck outside the head by the figure’s fist. Somehow this drew blood, which he wiped off and forced her to lick off his gloved hand. Then he turned towards the Mewtwos.
“I apologize for my Darcmu. She was weak, you see. They all are of course, what with their starving to death in a forest somewhere, but my three are especially pathetic. Or two, I should say… Well, otherwise you would have been beaten. Good help is hard to find, especially when we’re dealing with Mewtwo hunting!”

The father Mewtwo’s tail lashed and he began to bristle at this statement, obviously realizing the danger of their situation.
{You will find no sport here, poacher} He growled, his eyes starting to glow. The poacher simply chuckled at this.

“What a stupid thing to say, Pure Mewtwo. These are the outskirts of Mewtopia! And here before me stand two healthy young Mewtwos and their precious son. I have indeed found sport…” With that, he snapped his fingers, and his two Darcmu grabbed Acciaio’s dad before the Mewtwo had time to react.

They dragged him over to their master, who studied his prize for a moment.
“You are a very pretty Two, my friend…” He murmured, “Such a glossy coat and rich color… Just beautiful.” Here he paused and traced the Mewtwo’s cheekbone. “And your mate is the same way! What a lovely pair you make!” Then, he turned and strode away.
“Come with me my lovelies, and I will show you my happy mobile home…”

As he left, his Darcmu dragged Acciaio’s dad away, and his mother gave a cry. Feeling the need to save her mate, she set baby Acciaio down, told him to stay, and dashed after her husband. The tiny Mewtwo sat alone in silence, unsure of exactly what had happened. He gazed around himself, but nothing stirred except once when the Ice Kami flew by seeking a meal. When he waved to it, it gave a small nod and continued on.

~*~*~

Marty sat staring at Acciaio with mixed feelings.

He had finished his work on his traveling partner, but it had worsened the Mewtwo’s state instead of helping. The black blade he had used to retrieve the chip had simply made more black wounds, and these wounds could not be healed by normal means. Not even Kidea’s Recover had done anything, and Acciaio was slowly bleeding to death. That mixed with his melted mechanic parts and lack of nourishment left the Mewtwo in a very bad condition that had little hope of growing better.

And here Marty found himself debating on whether or not he should even save the Two. He had a bad history with Mewtwos, and his father had hated them just as much as he did now. He had good reasons for his hatred… all thanks to a single Mewtwo that ruined his life… but now was not the time to dwell on such things. But it was hard not to. But he should take some action. But he couldn’t decide what sort of action to take! It was driving young Marty crazy. He was a ten-year-old boy! What was he doing taking on big responsibilities like this?!

The cyborg Mewtwo gave a small, feeble cough and whimpered in his sleep, then grew still again. How long had he been unconscious? What time was it? These things Marty did not know. All he knew was he needed time to think… time he did not possess.

With a howl, the boy suddenly leapt up and fled, unable to take the stress anymore. He hated Mewtwos! Why was he even thinking of saving Acciaio?! That monster was the worst Mewtwo of the lot… Yet seeing him there, his skin stained black and covered with blood, his face contorted with pain as he lay dying… Any child would feel the need to help! … Right?

Marty suddenly found himself by a slow moving stream that glittered silver in the moonlight. It was clear and peaceful, a gentle beauty that mocked his inward turmoil. Shouting with rage, Marty lunged into the chilling water and struck it again and again with his fist, disrupting the glass surface with waves that cut into the air echoing his anger.

When he was finally exhausted, Marty sat down in the water and let his emotions flow away from him down the creek. He stared at his reflection in the water as he did this. His hair was still stiff with dried blood… And a red cloth bandage was wrapped around his head… ???

Marty lifted his hand to his head and touched the cloth with surprise, not realizing it was there until now. He slowly unwrapped the bandage from his head and held it out in front of him, gazing at it with shock. He knew that cloth… It was a piece of Acciaio’s jacket! Acciaio had helped save HIS life?!

Marty felt his stomach churn as he fingered the blood still in his hair. Acciaio had helped him… When he had attacked…

He had to save that Mewtwo!!!

Defying everything he had ever taught himself in life, Marty leapt up and ran to find help for his new friend.

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[GeneChildMewtwo]

So, Marty finally begins to see what's going on. I guess he hasn't made a sudden "I love Mewtwo" change or anything... But at least he understands that he owes something to Acciaio. Even if it's illegal to catch Mewtwo with a pokeball, would that be over looked for the sake of saving their life? If you walk into a Pokemon Center with a pokeball containing a Mewtwo in that condidtion... With some explination they might understand. And technically, you can release a pokemon, so you could just let it free afterward. But I don't know if Marty is quite like that. (Well, I wonder what his view on the law is.)

And that new Magikarp is not cool. Magi needs to give him a stern slapping or something. Although, I don't know if she's the kind that's prone to physical violence... So she probably won't. But Keesha could. I wonder if Magikarp and Seadra are in the same Egg Group...

Well, I liked this chapter. I also really liked the flashback to Acciaio's past. It's always interesting to find out about the character's pasts. Even if they are depressing. Well, I'll be waiting for the next chapter. Keep it up! :wave:

[Powarun]

Eh, finally Marty has his prioties right, maybe if he woudl have been less concentrated on hate he may have not almost killed Accocio. Now it seems that Accioro, spelling errors are likely, has felt much pain in his life, with all the bad rotten stuff happening, yet if he survives he may just be the most powerful Mewtwo alive, and can his arm be replaced? Poor Magi, becoming more like a Magicarp than a special magicarp. Nice chapter though a lot of character development.

[Crystalmaster Mike]

It seems Magi's other self, Foul the Seer, is still somewhere in the surroundings of the Lost Kami and the Voiceless Roar (?). Other wise, I wouldn't be able to explain what happened.

Jaws... An appropriate name for such a *ick Magikarp. But when did Keesha ever called Magikarp "weak might", huh? For some reason, I suspect the quote in your sig to appear in a chapter very soon! But I might be mistaken...

So... The poacher knows Acciaccio AND Marty? Or maybe...
Ah well, we'll see. No matter what, Acciaccio seemed... cute, as an infant. And the picture you drew of him makes me understand how he became an outcast after what ever they did to him. I mean, that isn't the prettiest of faces, is it?

[V.o.t.M]

Poor 'lil Acciaio. His life sucks like suckness. For some reason, the Marty and Acciaio kinda remind me of Zim and Dib from this show called Invader Zim... only Acciaios not trying to take over the world and Marty isn't trying to catch and dissect him.:D

And Magi lost her Goldness?! No! And whats up with her plump owner?

Nurse Joy: "Um, sir? Your Magikarps are... fornicateing. Aren't you going to do anything?"

Fisher Man: "Eh, these things happen" *Takes a big bite of chicken from KFC tub of chicken*

Little Girl: "Mommy look! The Magikarps are playing tag! Yay!"

Mwahahaha....:P

[Krystalline Kabutops]

Good chapter, in multiple aspects! I really like the pic of Acciaio... and I've been reading for a while, just didn't get the initiaitivr to post until recently. I dwell solely in RPG ^^;

[Otto=ottO]

So, if Acciao is living his whole life with half a metal body, wh would that metal melt if that fire would probably not melt any coin? Copper is cheap, and it wouldn't melt in that low heat. Acciao probably has stainless steal, which needs an Oven to get it hot enough just to BEnd it, let alone melt it. The plastic around the wires might melt, but not the wires. Argh, it boggles the mind.

[ralts_mudkip]

*Finishes reading chapter* ... Well, it seems that for Marty, even when it comes to Mewtwo, there are exceptions(in this case, Acciaio saved his life :D ). But I'm pritty sure everyone knows that... o_0 *Ahem* anyway that flash back was a bit scary, and it was kind of sad to see(or at least get an idea of) how Acciaio's life was ruined. :( ... I hope something bad hapens to the new Magikarp... Oh and I like that pic of Acciaio, he looks kind of like the Terminator. 8) I'm ready for the next chapter. :wave:

[Team Rocket's Lugia]

Shadowed mewtwo, where are you?

Aww come on someone update this fic! It's really good, and i want to see what Marty does!

Oh and that picture is soooo cute, thanks!

Just one question: Didn't you say he had a Metal chest plate?

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Where am I? In prison! ><

School is evil! School has started! AAAAAA!!!! I have SIX honors and advanced honors classes, all who don't seem to realize the others exist! I haven't gotten a decent amount of computer since school began, even on the weekends! Within the first day of school I've found myself assigned to five projects, and tests torture me! My grades have never suffered this bad!!! ;_; *falls on the ground, and twitches slightly* So... much... work...

But I have not forgotten this story! Indeed, I have spent what occassional free time I have to talking a Pokemon hater (oO;; ) into accepting Weak Might for his online Nintendo library! His site is not even a year old, but it already gets 200 hits a day! Think of all the people that would read my fic if he accepts it... *drools* He says he'll accept it finally *dances* but I have no idea if his helpers will accept it. Well... here's hoping!

Yes... Acciaio has a metal chest plate... but only on the side he was carved into like a pumpkin. ><

I need to write now! Must finish a new chappy with what little time I have! Aah! *runs away*

[V.o.t.M]

I know how you feel. I haven't gotten SQUAT done on my story either, and I have to type 2 papers and find a monolog over the weekend! Poop!:mad:

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

~*~Chapter 26~*~

A tiny, infant Acciaio sat all alone in the forest, growing slightly cold as clouds began to cover the sky. He had been there for a while, waiting for his mother and father to come back and praise him for staying put. Yet for some reason they did not come back, and his little mind began to panic. To him they had been gone for almost forever, and he was getting hungry…

The thought of his mother’s milk, warm and nourishing filling his stomach, drew the little Mewtwo to his feet. He was tired of waiting! He had to find his parents!

Clumsily, the Mewtwo began to do an odd mix of crawling, running, and stumbling as he tried to find his mother as fast as possible. His large purple eyes began to water as his need for food heightened, and he wished he could move faster. Yet all he could do was dash, fall, dash, fall, crawl, jump, dash, fall, over and over. It was faster than his flight, but still annoyingly sluggish.

Yet somehow he made progress, and to his delight, his sensitive little nose caught the scent of his parents after only a few yards. He quickly followed it, scuttling across the ground much like a one-year-old human would. He called out for them excitedly, speeding as the scent increased. Sometimes he went so fast he flipped over.

After a while of this the little Mewtwo came across one of the black monsters. He stopped in his tracks and jumped into some grass to hide, but the thing had seen him coming. It picked him up with no trouble and trotted away to where he was destined to meet his doom.

~*~*~

Marty raced along, jerking Acciaio’s Pokeball out of his pocket and enlarging it with the click of a button. His heart beat wildly in chest as he thought about everything he had done to the Mewtwo, and the idea that after all that Acciaio had saved him…

Marty could hardly remember what had happened, but he vaguely remembered getting hit in the head with a rock or two. Then, there was a sensation of power he did not understand escaping him… and darkness. If he had been so badly injured, how had he recovered so quickly? His head didn’t hurt at all; when he fought through his stiff bloodied hair to touch the scalp underneath, he could feel a scar, but nothing more.

Acciaio must have used Recover on him.

It was the only explanation. But the idea of the cyborg acting so kind to him, something it never did for anyone, was a bit unnerving. It must have been difficult for Acciaio to use the attack, especially after a battle, just for him. However, it explained why he had been so weak when Marty awoke…

Marty felt a child’s tear fall down his cheek. He was a boy, nothing more, and the idea of Acciaio dying because of him after the Mewtwo had done so MUCH… He could hardly bear it.

The boy shouted at his legs, who took forever to lift from the ground. His running was in slow motion now, driving him nuts, but he could go no faster. He hated it! He watched his left foot lift from the ground, struggled to quickly lift it despite its weight and resistance, then stretch it forward to land a small distance ahead of him. After that, his right foot lifted as his left pushed him. There were too many steps to running; too many things to do before he moved!

But it was all he could do. And if he didn’t concentrate on his reaching his goal he would either trip or get lost in the darkness of the forest. Grinding his teeth, Marty sprinted as fast as he could, thinking of nothing but helping his traveling partner.

~*~*~

Zac stood before the fireplace in his living room, gazing dully at the embers. Several objects were now being burned slowly amongst those embers, but he could not bear to look at them. They filled him with too much pain, and such pain he feared to have come back. The last shock of sorrow was still burning dully in his soul, and it would be a long while before it left. It might take months… years… before the fact that his father was gone could be endured. Perhaps he would never be capable of facing it.

The fire was the only light in his living room. The red glow shifted around his walls slowly, giving off the illusion that the dead wood in the walls of his home had suddenly awakened and were moving with renewed life. Or perhaps that some spirit were spying on him, attracted by his odd actions of revenge.

Yes, the hybrid was now doing the only revenge he dared to do for his father’s death. He had taken every Ice Kami item he had ever owned and put them in Marty’s black bag. Somehow he understood why Marty had chosen a black bag to hold his Mewtwo cards; he hated Mewtwos, and the black of the bag represented the evil he believed they had. It was the perfect thing to use. Zac had taken out Marty’s old cards of course; they were safely tucked away in Zac’s own card case. But the bag was evil, and now was truly full of evil.

And also, that bag was no more.

It lay burning in the flames, consumed to ashes. The Ice Kami’s things were no more, every single item down to a little pin with its name on it. And Zac had stood there before it and watched their execution in Marty’s black bag.

Ice is melted in flame. Evil is burned in fire. Deep inside him, an anger stirred like this flame in a building rage, knowing that this small act did nothing but destroy rare and expensive items. Zac was, after all, half Mewtwo. Such acts of cruelty were not taken lightly among his kind. It was in his blood to take true, serious revenge… But to attempt that would be suicide. True, he was as strong as any pure Mewtwo his age, but that wasn’t enough. The Ice Kami was called a Kami for a reason. It was as powerful as a god…

Zac watched a tear fall from his cheek and hit the stone that surrounded their fireplace. It splattered and left a small spot on the dark ground that reflected the light of the fire. As Zac studied this, a second tear fell, and the water splattered against the rock as well. As soon as it settled, it joined with the first tear, making an even larger mirror of the flames. Zac watched the reflection for a minute or two then turned his attention back to the fireplace.

He could not distinguish the bag of evil from the rest of the embers anymore, a fact that calmed him a little. He would be a Kami fan no more, and now that he no longer had any Ice Kami things, he could start over again. He would become a Mewtwo, a real Mewtwo, just as his dad had wanted, and train his best to be like a Mewtwo in every way he possibly could. In that way he would honor his father, since he could not avenge him. It was a much better choice than suicide.

But still the pain and a dark shadow of anger remained in him. As it built up, he found he had to turn away even from the embers of the fireplace. He listened to their crackling of imaginary pain as the flames continued to eat them, as it would do until there was nothing left but black powder.

Zac was unsure what to do next, especially with his mom and Inara both sound asleep since it was the middle of the night… So for a long time he just stood there with his eyes closed, fighting back his pain.

When he looked around his living room again, he grew alarmed over the fact that the red glow was fading, and thus the fire was declining. He watched the darkness gradually consume the red, eventually leaving him enveloped in a black as empty as his mood.

Lack of any light was the final thing to break the young hybrid. He flew through his window sobbing, not caring that he broke the glass and cut himself a bit as he did so. A gust of wind from the broken window blew out the last of the fire, leaving the room cold and dreary. Zac’s mother came in moments later and stared, confused, at the broken glass on her floor, completely oblivious about what she had just missed.

Zac flew as far and fast as he could, aching for more light than the pale green of the moon. He thought dully in the back of his mind how the first Mewtwo must have gone through something like this over a hundred years ago, and how that first Mewtwo had lived alone his whole life. It was said the Original was slightly crazy, as were most man-made Mewtwos, for they had no fathers, no mothers… No love of any sort. That was why hybrids came, why people died, why wars were fought. Now he, Zachary the Mewtwo hybrid was destined to go down that path, and he would chose any path but that one if he could.

Yet he could think nothing to get out of it, and so he flew. He flew from his pain and fear and past, from his passions and memories. He just needed to get away, he thought to himself, just long enough to calm down. He didn’t want to end up hurting anybody because of a stupid sadness in him. So he continued to fly until he was too tired to go on.

This did not take very long, what with his lack of sleep and rest from his last training. The shock of what had happened also had strained him past endurance, so before he even went all the way through the forest around his village, he had to stop.

It was not a smooth landing. Zac had flown until he could fly no more, and fainted in the air. The young hybrid plummeted down into the trees and eventually got caught between two branches. There he lay alone and motionless, his heart as torn as his shirt.

In the light of the moon a single tear glistened in a suspended beauty at the end of Zac’s human nose. It reflected everything around it as it grew rounder and rounder, fighting to stay where it was. Yet gravity was too much for it, and the weight of increased water made it finally let go.

Then, the tear fell to its destruction in the night.

~*~*~

Magi watched Keshaa and Fang battle from behind Joe, though every time she accidentally touched the man he would kick her away. She had no idea why her master was suddenly so cold to her, but it hurt her feelings a great deal. It also bothered her why he didn’t do something about his own Pokemon battling. It didn’t really make any sense. Didn’t trainers usually want their Pokemon to be on friendly terms so they could work as a team? Joe didn’t seem to; he actually appeared amused that a male Magikarp and Seadra were fighting over her.

Magi didn’t find it funny at all. Fang may be stupid, but he was astoundingly powerful for a Magikarp, and leapt at Keshaa with speed she could not match. The female Magikarp winced once when Fang dove at Keshaa and hit the counter instead, putting a big dent into the plastic frame and cracking it. The sight of such power even made the mighty seahorse cringe a bit before dodging another attack and sending a shot of water at the oddly beautiful fish. Fang hardly noticed the water, and merely dove at Keshaa again.

“My girl! My mate! Mine! Leave alone!” He shouted, hitting Keshaa in the stomach. The scarred Water Pokemon got the wind knocked out of him for a bit, and allowed himself to fall to the ground to catch his breath. Fang hit him again in the head, and when Keshaa made no movement to fight back, the red male gave a triumphant grin. Then, he turned to Magi.

“Here, fishy fishy fishy!” He said with slight mockery. Magi cried out as he began to approach her, but Keshaa was up in a heartbeat and began to strike the Magikarp repeatedly with his spiked fins. This caught Fang off guard, and the stupid fish could only sit and bear the blows as best he could until they were finished.

Keshaa did not slow for a second, however, but hit viciously with an anger Magi had never seen him have before. He drew blood he hit so hard, and was definitely going to win the battle.

Then, to everyone’s surprise, Joe recalled the Seadra before he could do so.

Magi stared with horror as her master withdrew a Super Potion and healed Fang. Next he picked them both up and silently left the Pokemon Center. It was cold and dark outside; it must have been the middle of the night.

Magi watched Joe with utter bafflement. He looked angry, but the anger was aimed at everyone but his new pet. She couldn’t believe that he actually favored Fang in this argument, though it appeared to be the case. The creature had practically tried to… She shivered at the thought. What was Fang’s problem? Were all wild male Magikarp like that? It didn’t seem right… She felt nothing for him, and he didn’t know her. How could they have children together? She wanted a school of little ones with someone she loved, and she definitely didn’t love…

“Courtney, I don’t want you to do that again,” Joe said quietly, an edge of anger in his voice. Magi looked silently up at him, knowing that he couldn’t understand her and not understanding what he meant anyway. Fang looked at Joe too, obviously not understanding what his new master was saying.
“This Magikarp is even more pretty than you are because he can s’mehow eat more Pokeblocks without getting sick. But he’s stupid. You’re smart, Courtney, if not a bit stubborn. You both ‘ave different skills… which is I’d like ya two ta make babies. Magikarp can make a hundred eggs atta time, an’ one of ’em’s bound ta have a kid with all the skills. It’d be perfect, see? Pretty, smart, and strong! Get it Courtney? I need ya to breed with Fang!”

Magi didn’t believe what she was hearing. She stared at Joe for a long, long time, trying to convince herself she had heard wrong. Yet the look on the man’s face and the eager coo from Fang made her realize she was not imagining things. Her master planned on breeding her with that… that…

“No,” Magi said slowly, coldly. “No, master, I can’t. I hate him, and I will never breed with him even for you. I wouldn’t evolve, I won’t spawn, I won’t do ANYthing I don’t approve of for anybody! There are lines that must be drawn!”

Joe did not understand her, of course. He couldn’t hear the small speech she gave him; decipher the complex Pokemon tongue. However, he had been with her long enough to catch a word here and there now, and he was able to catch a single word now…
“No.”

That one word was the word of rebellion, of a creature that did not accept her place as his servant. She was below him! She was his slave!

Magi found herself suddenly in a crushing grip, and for a moment she feared she would crack. She eyed Joe with fear, confused at why he was suddenly being so violent. He stared back at her with fury. She struggled, cried out, but her master would not let go. Instead, he squeezed tighter.

This simple, primitive cry the female Magikarp uttered was the one thing that entire night that Fang had understood. He had been dropped to the ground, and was now looking up at Magi screaming in pain, slowly comprehending the situation. She was such a pretty Magikarp… A creature worthy of him, and a female he had claimed, therefore owned… Thus he had to protect her form harm! And this human was hurting her!

Joe dropped Magi in surprise as he was struck by his other Magikarp. He watched the male flop over to the female, cooing to her when she had landed. He brushed against her again, but she reacted the same way she had before. She cried out and tried to flee.

Such an act of disobedience made the man even angrier. He grabbed Magi and recalled Fang to his Pokeball.
“Look, Courtney. If you don’t breed with Fang, I’ll sell you to a fish market! You’re worthless to me now because ya won’t evolve, and Fang is more beautiful. I don’t feed Pokemon who don’t earn their keep! Get it?!”

Magi wasn’t even given a chance to respond. He just recalled her to her Pokeball.

~*~*~

An infant Acciaio sat in a cage, sniffing quietly to himself. He had been struck unconscious a while back, though he had no idea how long. Now he found himself behind bars, staring at stretched hides of various colored Mewtwos. Some had feathers, some had fur, some scales, and some skin, since many of the hides came from hybrids. In fact, there were only a few traditional Mewtwo hides with the practically invisible purple and grayish white fur.

Acciaio, however, was too young to realize what they were. All he knew was that he was hungry, and had yet to find his parents.
“Mummy? Daddy? Whe’ aw ou?” He called verbally since he didn’t know their location and therefore couldn’t send a sentence to their minds. The little Mewtwo expected no answer, but to his surprise, one came from behind.

{Son?} Croaked a weak Psychic voice, belonging to a male Mewtwo. Acciaio spun around immediately, blinking with disbelief.
{Daddy?}

It was his father, and beside the champion Mewtwo was his mother. They were tied to two charcoal-colored poles each, their arms and legs stretched out in an uncomfortable fashion and tied to the poles with thick black metal cables. They looked tired and sore, and his mother had a bruise under her left eye that was starting to swell slightly. There were no cuts on them, but they still looked terribly frightened. At least his mother did; his father was trying to hide it.

“Aw… the tike’s awake!” Chuckled a dark voice once again from behind. Acciaio turned a second time to see the cloaked figure leaning casually against a tree. A cigarette stuck out of the shadows where his face hid, and wisps of smoke left it in long silver streaks. Gripping the thing in his mouth with a gloved hand, the poacher took one last inhale, removed the cigarette from his mouth, and let the smoke out slowly. He was so calm and normal for a human it was scary, especially with what he was doing that day. Acciaio watched his parents tremble at the sight of the man.

{You human scum! Do you truly take pleasure in killing so many innocents for money?!} His father barked, straining at his bonds. The mother watched her mate with a blank stare, practically in shock at what he was doing. He ignored her.
{You are a beast! If I were free, I would tear your sorry body limb from limb!}

An odd laughter came from the shadows of the cloak, and the poacher dropped his still smoking cigarette into the grass then shifted over to it to stamp on it without showing his foot. When he was satisfied, he went to his prey with a movement so flowing it was like he was floating. It was eerie, the sight of him, and he reminded Acciaio of a show the Mewtwo once saw on a television about a ghost.

When he reached Acciaio’s father, he paused before him and gave a deep chuckle.
“Is that a challenge, Mewtwo?” He said mockingly. Acciaio’s father responded by spitting in his face.

This did not faze the poacher at all. He simply undid one of his prisoner’s binds around the Mewtwo’s arm and extended a gloved hand.
“Can you beat me in an arm wrestle, Champion?” He said, still amused. Acciaio’s father accepted by grabbing the inviting hand. Immediately, his arm was twisted backwards until a crack was heard, and the trapped Mewtwo gave a choked sob. The poacher laughed at that sound.
“Still think you can kill me, Mewtwo?” He jeered.

From the folds in his cloak the man drew a black blade. Both parents cried out in horror.

{Let us be! You gain little from us, and we will produce many children together if you leave alone! If you kill Mewtwos as many as you do each day, there will soon be none left!} The male begged telepathically, trying again to break free. However, with his now broken arm it was even more impossible than before. The poacher ignored him. He just studied his blade, debating on if it was sharp enough for the task ahead.

Acciaio stared in silent shock, the fact that his father had just gotten hurt not computing well. Though the little Mewtwo was too young to truly comprehend the situation he was in, he felt and understood the danger of it. He understood his father had been injured, though his picture of injury was different than that of a fully-grown Mewtwo: more vague.

Acciaio was scared. His hunger was very much gone, and he began to shake with fear. Suddenly he knew the evil of these black monsters, these black objects… He had to get free! He had to get away!

But there was no way out…

A yelp jerked Acciaio’s attention back to his parents. He had to look at was going on for a moment to roughly figure it out, but when he did… The baby gaped at the horrible sight before him, but could not figure how to react to it.

His mother was being skinned alive.

She had turned her face away and whimpered as the blade swept underneath her hide and separated from her muscle underneath. Blood fell in waterfalls that were increasing in size every second.

Meanwhile, her mate was demanding he be killed first. He strained against his bonds with all his might, snarling and weeping at the same time. Foul language was spoken that the child had never heard, followed by threats, and finally, begging and desperate promises.

The poacher ignored them all. He was engulfed in his work, concentrating on making sure the hide was perfectly cut to increase its wealth. Screams and sobs were blocked completely, and the blood covering his clothes was treated as important as a light rain to a Steel type. It was as if his killing were nothing.

Eventually, Acciaio’s mother sagged, then grew completely limp as death took her away. Acciaio stared at the mostly skinless Mewtwo with frightened confusion, no longer being able to recognize her and therefore not realizing what had happened to her. An emptiness in his heart told him something was wrong, but he still could not understand.

The poacher finished his job, then turned to the male Mewtwo, who had grown still and was glaring at the man with an intense hatred. He did not speak, did not move, did not do anything. The Pokemon knew by now that it was all useless and that he was going to die. So, he spent his last energy intensifying his hatred, letting it take control of him. He could do nothing with it so such emotion was safe. He merely glared with a look so dark and deadly that little Acciaio had to cover his eyes.

He did not open them the entire time his father was skinned. He could not bear to look, even if there was silence this round. His father was too proud to scream, to beg, to cry while being killed. He converted all his pain into anger, and that anger into a glare. Acciaio felt the hatred burn through even him, which is why he did not look until the feeling left and his feet were wet with a warm liquid.

Then he turned to watch two ugly bloody forms tossed to the two Darcmu, who consumed them eagerly. The new hides were tied and stretched to dry in the sun the next day. Then the poacher left to get himself a meal and another cigarette. Acciaio watched all this through the bars of his cage, far to young to understand.

His feet were now stained with his father’s blood.

[V.o.t.M]

I love how you discribe this stuff! So gory! I can't beleave you maniged to write something, what with school and all. I can't beleave that Magi's owner became such a jerk! And poor baby cyber-mew! His life sucks like suckness! Boo!

Skined alive! Poop! And Zac! Life sucks even more!

[Crystalmaster Mike]

That... was horror. Unknown, dark and scary. To think an infant witnessed it all... To think a man did it as if it was a job like anyone else's... Horrifying.

The other parts of the chapter almost don't weigh up to its end, but I'll try communicating my feelings about them:[list=1]
That fat guy's a jerk.
Zak is going Original.
Marty... is running around.
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[Mew Trainer Rose]

O_O poor...everyone. Magi, Acciaio, Marty, Zac, Acciaio's parents...even Keshaa, to some extent, and Marty and Zac's moms.

....you're really mean to your characters. :P

[GeneChildMewtwo]

That was... disturbing. Although, I can see now why Acciaio has become so withdrawn. That poacher is very cruel, not that most poachers aren't, but... It seems there's something wierd about him. I don't think that a normal human would be stronger than a Mewtwo who had become a Champion in the arena. Hmmm... I have some ideas about that, but I'll keep them quiet for now.

As for Magi's situation. I guess in a way, I can see why Joe thinks the way he does. Sadly he forgets that Magi has her own feelings, equal to (or possibly beyond) that of his own. You had a quote in your sig a while back... I have a feeling that will become more relevant soon.

As for Zac... I feel bad for him, but I understand what he has to do. He has to become strong, and avenge his father. But... Is that possible? The Ice Kami's strength is far beyond that of a normal Mewtwo. As you said, it's power was comparable to that of a god. Although, has anyone seen the true limits of one's determination? Maybe Zac can rise to that level in time. I believe in him.

Well, I'll be looking forward to the next chapter. (No rush, I understand that school is going and such. ^_^) Keep it up!

[Espeon12]

^^;; Heh, new-ish reader here, and my first time posting in Fanfic. Anyway, this story is easily one of the best I've ever read here. One of my biggest concerns in a story is how well the characters are written, and you do this awesomely. You've made them multi-dimensional and believable. I love being able to become attatched to characters, which I have with Acciaio. Poor little guy.
As for this chapter, it was written well, and kudos on getting it done with school and all. The scene with the poacher and Acciaio's parents was just... wow. Nice and dark, and I liked it from the (somewhat) young Mewtwo's viewpoint. I'm looking forward to seeing how Magi will deal with Fang and her trainer. *Thumbsup*

[Ace Blaze]

I finally got back to reading this, and boy did it take a while! I have to congratulate you on the work- not many people can pull off the more grotesque parts of writing like you have. Keep up the good work!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

School School SCHOOL!!! AGH!!! I HATE SCHOOL!!!!!

... Welcome Espeon and wb Ace Blaze! ^^ With the speed I'm going right now it'll be pretty easy to keep up with me I should think.

... This fanfic is now over 160 pages long... oo;;

Meh, I have no idea if I did well or not on this chapter... All I can say is, it's pretty nasty... and pretty sad.

~*~Chapter 27~*~

Marty lay still in the middle of nowhere. His black hair covered his face, but the rest of his body was tense as he tried to hold back a sob. The boy’s foot was wedged between a root and a rock, and his ankle was turned the wrong way. It was noticeably black even in the dark of night, and was slowly swelling.

If he knew any curse words, Marty would have screamed them now.

Acciaio was going to die because of him. His Pokemon were almost definitely going to leave after that, not caring what happened to their new master. He would never get his Torchic. He may never even make it out of the forest alive by himself. With his leg as it was, he would get lost, starve, or picked off by some wild Pokemon. After all, it was rumored Darcmu were in the woods, and they probably didn’t care what they got to eat…

Marty tried to move his leg, and shuddered at the pain that answered him. It was only twisted, but it still hurt badly, and the more it swelled the harder it was to get out. Marty made a small sobbing sound, then let himself grow still. He was stuck.

~*~*~

It was past midnight. The pale moon shone a small sliver of light through the window, forming a green-white band where the wooden floor appeared to glow. It stretched across the room in its eerie beauty, and stopped at another much thinner band of yellow light.

The Magikarp who was observing this winced at shouts came out from under a door with that light. Keshaa and Joe had been arguing all night, their voices vicious and brutal. They sounded ready to tear each other to pieces, and it was all because of her…

“DON’T YOU DARE TELL ME WHAT AND WHAT NOT TA DO WITH MY POKEMON!!!!” her master screamed at the top of his lungs.
“I’m NOT!! I’m TELLING YOU NOT TO KILL MAGI!!!! LEAVE HER ALONE!!! She doesn’t have to mate with Fang if she doesn’t WANT to!!!!!!!” Keshaa shouted back. Their shadows were barely visible with only a stripe of light an inch long to reveal them. Magi had to concentrate hard to figure out what they were doing.

A dull thud vibrated through the wooden floor as Joe’s heavy feet stomped back and forth. There was violence in those steps… hostility. Keshaa could possibly be in danger doing this. Such a thought made Magi’s heart beat in her throat.

“What I do wi’ my Pokemon is none of your business, Zale. None at all! You belong to ME! I decide what you do! I AM YOUR MASTER @#*$ ^$#$#*(%#*%!!!!!!!”

There was a sudden sound of water striking an object hard, then the ground rattled as Joe was knocked to the ground.
“I obey you only when I respect you, ‘master’…” hissed Keshaa, his voice difficult to hear behind the door. “Remember, I am at least level thirty-five if not more, and since you have no badges… You are currently very lucky. If you want to win that competition at the fair, you had better do what I want…”

“You have no right to say that Zale! What I do with my Pokemon is none of your business! In fact, what I do wi’ YOU is none o’ ya business! You’re MINE!!! How many times to I ‘ave ta repeat that?!”

“No matter how many times you say it, it won’t matter. As long as Magi is destined for doom, I will not yield. She saved my LIFE! I OWE her!!! I won’t let you do this!!”

Magi had never heard Keshaa so mad in her life. Would they truly kill each other?

“She’s justa Magikarp! They hardly think! An’ now that she’s not even golden, she’s worthless! What else c’n I do wi’ her but breed’r?!”

At that Keshaa could not reply. There was a long time of silence, and Magi realized with a knot in her stomach that her master was right. As a Magikarp, she was useless, worthless. Her intelligence was nothing to a Pokemon trainer, or any other creature for that matter. She had had a special color for a while, but that color was gone somehow from her sickness. She was just pale now, possibly even sickly after her near-death incidence, and if she didn’t evolve…

But she COULDN’T evolve! She just couldn’t!!! She could still feel within her hear the danger of what that would do to her and all who were close. She loved everyone too much to danger them for the pride of a fat fisherman. But still… he didn’t want to die… or be forced to have children when she didn’t want to…

But she could never evolve. She would be betraying herself if she did.

“You could always release her,” Keshaa finally said in a quiet, sorrowful voice. “Then we’d all get what we want.” There was another shuffling of feet, then the surprised cry of her friend as he was recalled into his Pokeball. Magi stared at the door, not sure whether this answer agreed with Keshaa’s idea or opposed it. She definitely didn’t like it. She was screaming inside with misery at the thought of being forever separated from Keshaa. Being dropped into those dark waters after so long… Journeying through them alone….

Magi was surprised to find herself crying in the back corner of her tank. She didn’t even remember swimming there.

~*~*~

Marty was shocked to find a pair of dark round eyes staring at him. He must have fallen asleep, for he couldn’t remember a creature coming over. He was very much awake now, however, and stared wide-eyed into those eyes, afraid of what they belonged to. Would he be killed so soon?!

However, instead of attacking him, the eyes sparkled with delight and a tiny squeaky voice began to babble in his head. He recognized it immediately.
{Marty Marty Marty Marty Marty!!!!! You’re okay! I was afraid you’d be dead! We were all so worried! You went away and its been hours and you didn’t come back and—}
“Shut up,” Marty cut in as gently as he could despite his impatient anger and pain. “How’s Acciaio doing?”

The creature, who was actually Kidea the NewMew, scooted away from him and lowered her purple head.
{He’s still alive… But barely, and he keeps crying out in his sleep.} She looked at Marty again and made a small whimper in her throat. {He’s calling for his mother and father right now, but his voice is so weak you can hardly tell. He’s dying, Marty…}

Marty snarled and struggled to get free again. The pain made his head swirl and his stomach churn, but he ignored the sensation. He pulled and tugged and twisted to free his leg until a horrible, meaty crack filled his ears and a pain so severe burned his leg that he nearly fainted. Marty buried his face in the dirt and screamed.

{Why did you just break your ankle like that?} Asked the young Pokemon as she walked over to her master’s now badly bleeding ankle and chewing away the cloth to see the injury better. It was swelling horribly now, and still the root held it. Noting this, the NewMew began to chew the root instead.

Marty cried and screamed and wept as he waited for his loyal (but rather oblivious) Pokemon to finish her job. For some odd reason she took her time with it, carefully cutting the root in a way so that it would later grow back into the ground and the tree could remain healthy.

When she was done, she began to bite at another section so there would be a gap for Marty to pull his leg out. It would be too painful for him to scrape it against the root. She had been trained to keep a level head during situations like these, and was very proud of it. She felt even more proud with her master squirming and shouting in a childish tantrum. That was why she slowed her process even more.

“Hurry up you dumb Pokemon!!” Marty turned and shouted at her angrily. Kidea merely tapped his bloody ankle and watched him scream in the dirt again. While he was distracted with the pain she gnawed through the rest of the root.

Carefully, Kind Death crawled under Marty’s foot and lifted it out of its snare.
{You need to see a doctor} She said matter-of-factly.

Before Marty could make some sort of rude reply he found himself back at the camp. He decided not to move, but watched his NewMew tell the other Pokemon to gather everything their trainers owned then recall themselves, which they did without question. It appeared that somehow during his absence she had earned a leadership of them.

The tiny kitten walked back to her master and studies him, then looked over at Acciaio. Marty looked as well, but regretted it.

Acciaio looked dead.

He was still burnt-looking, and still the black injuries from that Dark blade cut across his silver-ish purple hide. A light was flickering and his mechanical parts were beeping a warning that they were no longer working…

Kidea looked back at Marty with a dark look.
{The Mewtwo needs a doctor too} She said quietly.
“I know,” rasped Marty, “but even if I could get there it’s too far away…”

The NewMew nodded. It looked like the situation they were in had just hit her, and now she had a forlorn expression. She began to pace around desperately thinking of what they should do.

Back and forth, back and forth she went, her tiny paws racing in her little trotting gait. Marty eventually just closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep, leaving her the only conscious leader left. This irritated and frightened her more, near to the point of just killing them both. However, she fought down this idea with ferocity to equal her evolution’s, and continued to think of what to do.

They were far away from any city in the middle of a forest with no way of transportation. They couldn’t even walk! She couldn’t carry them; they were too big. And even if she could go and just capture them both she had no idea where a human hospital would be. The best she could do would be to teleport to a Pokemon Center… But what good would that do them? And she wasn’t that good at teleporting yet! She could leave someone behind, or jump into the middle of the ocean, or somehow mess up and completely destroy them! She could hardly teleport herself!

Yet as soon as that idea popped up into her little head, Kidea couldn’t get rid of it. She had no other options, and though this one was risky, it was all she could do. They were all going to die anyway, so what did it matter?…

Summoning all her courage, the little Pokemon took out Acciaio’s Pokeball from Marty’s pocket and recalled him. Then she took both backpacks and put them against her sleeping master.

Finally, her heart pounding and the Pokeball in her mouth, she placed a paw on Marty’s shoulder, closed her eyes, and used Teleport.

~*~*~

Baby Acciaio cried quietly. The little Mewtwo had spent an entire night alone, and did not understand why his parents had not come to his calls. He was hungry, frightened, and covered in a dark crimson liquid that had caked over his fur. The stuff was very uncomfortable and made his limbs feel stiff. He had tried to lick it off, but it tasted nasty and he couldn’t bear doing it for very long. And on top of all that, he was still in a cage.

“Mummy! Daddy! *** ‘ere pwease!” he called desperately. There was no response. “MUMMY!!! DADDY!!!” he screamed at the top of his lungs as tears streamed down his face and matted his fur. Still no parents came.

Thus the child curled into a little corner and began to cry again, sobbing with fear and hunger and lonesomeness. He had not realized they were killed yet, which was usual for his age, and it drove him nuts they were gone. He felt very much abandoned...

“Aww… What’s wrong kiddo?” asked a voice warmly. Baby Acciaio looked up to see the cloaked figure peering through the bars of his cage, studying him. The babe had already forgotten the evil he sensed from the hooded poacher, and replied without thought.
“I c’n’t find my mummy’n’daddy, sah…” he whimpered.

Gloved hands slowly opened the cage and lifted the child out. Acciaio pressed close to the warm body of the man, enjoying the softness of his cloak, and wiped his tears. Being with an adult made him feel much better. The poacher had a strong yet gentle grip as he cradled the little Mewtwo in his arms, and for a moment was content to rock him slightly. Acciaio loved it. He snuggled up to the poacher and shut his eyes, taking in the love he had missed for what seemed like forever.

Then, the poacher stopped and held Acciaio above his head to get a good look at him. The kitten of a Mewtwo tucked up his legs like any young Pokemon would and curled up his tail awkwardly. He felt uncomfortable and vulnerable in the air like that, but the strength of the grip that held him kept him quiet.

He up there for a long time, and at last he began to squirm uncomfortably.
“Pwease, sah, lemme d’n… I needa f’nd mah mummy’n’daddy,” he asked as politely as he could. The cloaked poacher held him a moment longer, then did as asked.

“Do you know where your parents are?” he asked in that same pleasant, civil tone. Acciaio shook his head, and began to cry again as he realized this. He wiped his tears on his new friend’s cloak.
“No, sah… I dunno…” he paused and wiped his eyes again, “but I wan’ mah mummy!”

The tiny Mewtwo started sobbing in sorrow, even as the poacher patted him comfortingly on the head. When this little kind movement did no good, the adult hugged the babe close.

“I know where your parents are, kid…” he whispered in Acciaio’s ear, “and I can take you to them if you really want.” The little Two looked up with surprise.
“Weally?” he asked hopefully, “Ya can?”

The poacher nodded.
“Would you like to see them?” he asked pleasantly. Acciaio bobbed his head up and down. He had no idea what he was getting himself into.

The poacher gave no hint of it either. He still cradled the baby Mewtwo in his arms much like a father would as he walked over to a bag beside a roughly constructed old tent. He fished around in it for a long time with his free hand. While he did, he conversed with the Mewtwo in his arms.

“So what’s your name kiddo?” he questioned lightly. Acciaio answered, but for some reason he did not hear himself. However, the odd censoring of his name did not affect the tiny Mewtwo.

“Really? I’ve never heard that name before,” said the poacher with polite interest and he continued to search, “and how old are you?”
“One an’ a ‘alf, sah,” said the baby Acciaio.
“Well, I’m impressed! You act much older than that.”

The poacher pulled out an item, but he kept it hidden in his sleeve where no one could see it. As he walked over to a fallen log he continued talking in that cool, calm, friendly voice.
“Well, I got the thing we need for you to see your mom and dad! But I must ask you—are you willing to do exactly what I say?”
“Yessah,” baby Acciaio chirped happily. The cloaked figure nodded. Then, he pulled out several strips of thick cloth and commanded the child to close his eyes. The baby did as he was told without a moment’s hesitation.

While the babe kept his eyes shut, his hands and feet were bonded together. After that was done, he was told to open them again.
“Are you sure you want to see your parents? No matter what?” the poacher asked one more time, a hint of eagerness slipping through his voice. There was malice in that eagerness, thirst for blood… But the baby Acciaio was far too young to notice it.
“Oh yes sah! Wi’ aw mah hawt!” he squeaked happily. The poacher nodded again.
“Very well… You know, I’ve noticed that there’s an ugly white spot on the palm of one hand. That needs to be removed before you go see your parents.”

A scream ripped through the forest right at that moment, and sent many smaller Pokemon running. Other Mewtwos who happened to be in the outskirts of Mewtopia turned at listened uncomfortably. They had so many predators and enemies they were not surprised at the sound, but none planned to go and help.

The baby Mewtwo sat staring with shock as blood dripped from down his injured palm. Or… at the hole where his palm had once been.

The poacher had cut it out.

He was laughing now, that horrible dark thing, laughing with cold delight at baby Acciaio’s expression. The infant did nothing but stare, too hurt to fight and too horrified to cry. He could see the ground through his hand.

“Why?” was all the child could hiss through his tight throat, “Why?”
“Because you’re going to see your parents!” laughed the poacher as he roughly grabbed the little Two’s injured hand and thrust the blade deep into baby Acciaio’s wrist. The child screamed again, this time much louder than before, and squirmed to get away.
“Why?!” he screeched in a bitter sob, unable to stop what remained of his hand from being chopped off.
“I just told you!” said the man a little more coldly. “Don’t you want to see your parents?”

Acciaio sat staring at the stump where his hand had been with a blank expression. He began to bury into himself and try to figure out exactly how having one’s hand removed helped one see lost family members. He was too young to understand what the poacher was doing.

The poacher watched with glee as the baby Mewtwo’s eyes took on a glazed look. Blood was gushing out of his wrist like a mini waterfall, and the sight and smell of it excited his senses. Mewtwo blood. His cloak was becoming covered in it. And, for once, he would not have to be careful with his catch to keep the hide nice. He could finally have some fun.

“Well, this is a drag, isn’t it?” laughed the poacher at the dumb child, “I was just planning on getting rid of the spot, and then I made the hole too big! So, there was no way your hand was going to be useful again, so I just got rid of it for you! But now, you just have an arm, and there’s really no use for it anymore so…”

Off went the already bloody arm.

Acciaio did not scream this time, but let out a small gasp and a whimper. His head was already swimming with more pain than he had ever imagined, and he had never seen so much sticky red stuff in his life. He could sense the evil again, stronger than ever, and that darkness that came from the poacher made his stomach sick. Also, he had been thinking, puzzling, doing his BEST to find out why the poacher was doing this.

It didn’t make sense.

The way the poacher was talking made it obvious he was mocking the little Two, he was fooling with his naïve mind. Acciaio was young, but every Mewtwo is born with enough sense to keep themselves from ending a total fool. They are also born able to reason as well as they’ll ever be. That was what Acciaio was doing now, reasoning and brainstorming and reviewing to try and figure out what was going on. He went farther and farther backwards, looking for any clue he could. However, when he figured it out, the babe wished he hadn’t.

At that moment, years before he should, he understood death.

“Please sah…” he whispered, shaking off the shock and the pain, “plz… no mo’…” The exertion of speech after losing as much blood as he had made him feel faint. His whole side was stained with pain and a dark blackish red color. It was… overwhelming. His little mind nearly fell back out of computing what was going on.

The poacher just laughed.

“Aww… You’re a polite little bugger, you know that? It’s cute! Though, it’s kind of creepy, what with the fact that I’ve never heard of a polite Mewtwo before. Not even your parents were nice to me! Nasty things, Mewtwos. Just nasty.”

Acciaio’s gaze grew unfocused as his already bad state continued to worsen. He lay there struggling to keep himself thinking straight despite what was happening, yet it was becoming more and more difficult. He’d do anything to be left alone to fall asleep, but while he was bound and in the poacher’s grasp he did not dare. He just stared at his torturer and whimpered.
“Plz stop…”

The poacher tapped the infant’s nose with the flat end of his blade lightly and rocked the little Mewtwo from side to side. Once again he was acting oddly gentle for a cold-blooded murderer.
“There you go again! We’ve gotta do something about that, kiddo! You can’t see your parents like that, no sir! It’s a disgrace to your kind!”

Acciaio blinked with confusion and gave a small shudder of pain.
“Plz no mo’, sah… plz…” he repeated again, desperate for survival. It did no good.

“Now, I’ve heard that kind words like that comes from a ‘bleeding heart.’ You ever seen one? I bet that’s the problem, ya know. A bleeding heart!” chuckled the poacher, sliding the blade across Acciaio’s still soft chest plate. It would be a number of years before the thing hardened, and until then he was as vulnerable as a young human. The poacher knew this.
“Well, we’ll just have to remover this problem too, eh?” he snickered, sliding his weapon over to the open wound that once held an arm.

Another cry escaped the baby’s throat, but this time much weaker than the first, and much much shorter. Acciaio’s eyes widened with horror as he felt the left side of his chest ripped open and his heart cut out. His mouth gaped with silent screams that were too intense for him to truly utter, and tears fell down his cheeks so thickly that he nearly dried his eyes out.

The poacher tossed the meat and heart to his male Darcmu, who was now sitting close by. The thing gobbled it up greedily.

Acciaio felt his life drain so fast he realized he couldn’t last much longer. His body shouted for oxygen, and he did breath with wild ragged gasps, but his heart was gone. There was nothing to send the oxygen to.

Despite all this, the infant managed to stay awake and think straight. He was frightened of death, frightened to leave a world he had entered not that long ago. In his desperation, the child whispered faintly, using everything he had in him, “Plz… no… mo’… sah…”

The poacher’s eyes gleamed from the shadows of his cloak.

“Well, if it’s not your heart, then there’s just one other place to look kid!” He ran his black blade up to Acciaio’s head and nicked his left ear.

“Your brain.”

The Mewtwo stared back with glazed eyes, having used what remained of his energy to give that one little beg of mercy. However, he was still fully aware of what was happening, and it filled him with terror. His mind was the next victim of this sinister human’s torture… He wouldn’t last through this round.

The poacher suddenly moved with fast, hungry movements as he drove the blade straight into his prey’s left eye. As blood and other liquid poured from the wound, the poacher cut to the Mewtwo’s skull and began to saw through the thick bone.

Acciaio felt the pain only a moment before it became so severe he went numb.

Soon a hole had been cut, revealing his mind. This was also maimed and sliced, ripping apart everything the infant had ever learned. Soon his head was a bowl of blood, though much of it had spilled all around them, covering them. This excited the poacher slightly, and his breathing quickened. He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.

“Next I will cut you… And I will slice you… and I will skin what remains! You’re body will be so mutilated that even the Kami’s will be sickened by the sight! MEWTWO SCUM!!!!”

Acciaio no longer heard him. He was too far gone.

It was at this moment that a man and a Mewtwo happened to be walking together, discussing how they would go about entering Mewtopia. Both were new adults, and had young, bright faces. It was obvious they were close friends.

They heard the soft cries of the dying baby and grew worried, unsure of what was going on. They called out for it, and began to look around when there was no answer.

The poacher heard their shout and snarled in anger.
“It looks like we’re done with our game, Two. I can’t be caught.”

Acciaio managed to figure out later that he was in a tree, hanging on a limb by his second neck. There was no trace of the man that had hunted him.

It was in that tree that he was found by the two friends, a bloody maimed body staring down with a single clouded eye and a hole in half his head. His chest was in just as bad of shape, and shreds of meat hung that used to be attached to his long gone arm.

When they got him down, they were shocked to find him not only alive, but conscious. However, he fainted soon after he was in their care.

~*~*~

Acciaio awoke with a jerk.

He was sweating, and as he gasped for breath, little whimpers escaped his throat. For a moment he forgot his age and what was going on, especially when he found himself surrounded by glass. He thought at first that he had just survived the most terrible event in his life. It took him a moment to recollect that it had occurred eight years ago, and he was just suffering from a nightmare.

Still, he felt weak, sore, and miserable. He could not remember what had happened the last few days and it frightened him. Being in a sort of tube made it even worse.

As other things began to focus outside the glass, Acciaio found that he was not alone. Two creatures stared at him with worried expressions.

One was a Pokemon who looked much like a Mewtwo, but had soft blue eyes and gentler features. It was covered in pink fur and wore a nurse uniform.

The other looked to be a boy he had seen before… When had he seen this boy? He had messy black hair and a red headband. He wore jeans and a black shirt, and was resting his weight on crutches.

Acciaio was lying on a mattress behind the glass looking up at them, utterly confused. His intense dream had scrambled his memories it seemed, and he was close to panicking. In fact, he soon did, and started trying to his the glass.

The pink creature wasted no time in filling his prison with a glass that put him back into a deep sleep.

This time Acciaio was spared from having to dream.

~*~*~

Zac lay unconscious in his tree for a long time, too exhausted from everything to awaken even when dawn broke. He just hung limp in the branches, and even when he awoke he did not move. He was too depressed to bother moving. He was still at a loss of what to do.

The half Mewtwo thought about it for a long time, measuring the results in his head. Honor, or life? That was a difficult thing to decide. His human half really didn’t care about honor, but his Mewtwo side… well…

Maybe if he challenged the Ice Kami to a friendly battle where he wouldn’t have to die? Did that really count?

Zac moaned and shut his eyes again, not really wanting to think about it. Yet, he really couldn’t put it off, since this decision would affect how he raised himself.

He could always hide away and teach his children to hate the Ice Kami when they grew up… Then again, all hybrids were born unfertile, so the idea of having children really didn’t work that well. Maybe he could forgive the Ice Kami! That would prove his fandom once and for all!

… Yeah right!

Perhaps he should ask his mother. Even Inara, despite her Darcmu raising ways, might have a helpful word of advice for his situation. After all, he was calm now, and should use his level head to his advantage.

Yes, that was what he’d do. Go home.

Zac squirmed to get out of the tree, but as he moved, it broke. Zac found himself falling again, but he hit the grow before he could levitate. Lucky for him he landed in something soft…

Soft?

Zac leaped up in surprise to find he had fallen onto some sort of cloaked creature… Whether it was man or Mewtwo, male or female he could not tell. The thing looked unconscious and limp, and blood stains blotched the top of its head and around its shoulders. It looked to be injured.

“I’m sorry! You okay?” he apologized hastily, but the figure did not move. This made Zac worried.
“Black-cloak person? You okay?” he asked uncomfortably. The figure still made no reply.

Zac, momentarily forgetting his own troubles, crouched down and gently shook the thing. When it did not react, he shook it harder.
“You need help? You alive? Hello-oo—AAAA!!”

Zac yelped when the figure suddenly jerked out its gloved hand and grabbed him around his wrist. He tried to get away, but the strength of this cloaked thing was far superior to his own, and he could not.

The creature pulled him close and studied him for a while. Then, to further Zac’s discomfort, the thing started petting his head with its free arm.

“What a pretty hybrid…” it, he, chuckled. “The finest mix I’ve ever seen. I have a thing for beauty, and you fit it perfectly, kiddo. Just perfectly…” Just then a twig snapped behind them, and the cloaked figure uttered a dark, quiet laugh. He was looking behind the ten-year-old mutt…

Zac snapped his head over his shoulder to watch with shock as two Darcmu came towards them, vicious grins on their faces.

He had no idea what was going on.

[Mew Trainer Rose]

:o so...much...going on....

...and a lot of it not good. :( poor guys (and gal)...

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Darcmu. Dark Mew(two). It fits this story perfectly. Dark, for blood, death, pain... and Mew(two)... for the rest.

Because of this death, sorrow and pain, it's hard to believe there will ever be light again for Zac, Acciaccio and Marty. As well as for Magi and Keshaa. These dark parts are horrific: horrifying, and terrific.

Those... are my two cents.

[Ace Blaze]

Now I really wonder how much a living being can live through before dying.... Really, that scene there was one of the darkest I've ever seen!

[GeneChildMewtwo]

This was probably the darkest thing I've ever read. Although, I can see how these nightmarish events explain the truth about Acciaio's past. After reading this, I can begin to understand why he's become the way he is. But, to live through all of that? It must have been very difficult. Even through all of that suffering, I guess Acciaio still wanted to live? Or maybe he was just afraid to die. And even in the present, he has to suffer. Will he ever find happiness?

Also, this telling of past events has shown us how dangerous this poacher is. And it seems that now Zac has fallen into a perilous situation. It seems that the future does not look good for him.

Although, this chapter was very dark, I still want to know what will happen. I'll stick with this story until the end. Keep it up! :wave:

[ralts_mudkip]

There you are!!! Lol, I had almost given up on you. XD

*Reads Chapter*

You are realy, realy, realy meen to your sympathetic charictors, S_M :o Though if you are planing anything nice to happen to them, you could some how give Acciaio an Up-Graded, Swiss Army Knife style, Mechanical Arm, or some thing like that. :)

... Just a thought...

[V.o.t.M]

Wow! Longness! So much is going on! I wish I had time to work on my story *Sob* Its not fair! This is soooo gooood!:D

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Well... I've been gone forever. oO;; Sorry everyone. School got really bad. I haven't been able to do any writing in a long, long time.

However, after I finish my final project (out of eight... grr...) I think I may have time to write another chappy! ^^;; Yay?

Yeah, that last chap was really disgusting, but fun to write. oo;; It was just Acciaio's dream, thankfully, and probably won't get that bad again.

... Yeah.

I must go and continue to work. If I never come back, e-mail me so I can save your address, and then when I write my first original work, I'll send you all signed copies! :D

(Wanna see what my original work is about? Go here:
http://draganie.deviantart.com
This place is full of my artwork. Look around at my pictures and read the descriptions to find bits from my new non-Pokemon story. It's the most I can safely put on the internet.)

Oh, and don't forget... My birthday's Wednesday! ^-^ I'm gonna be sixteen!

[Ultra_Poke2000]

that was an evil chapter! so much evil stuff: the gruesom history of Acciaio, Marty breaking his ankle, and Zac ran into the poacher dude. whats up with that guy? what is he even made of? why would something be that evil? *shudders* o well. hopefully things wont get much more darker than that. 'till then.:wave:

[Crystalmaster Mike]

I've been practically living in AP/CP the last month, so that's why you'd never have seen then...

Anyway, when the exams are over, I hope to be reading more Fics again during the holidays!

[EDIT:] I accidentally deleted my post above...