Crystalmaster Mike: You have no idea... ^^;;

AquaBabe727: Yeah, I feel kinda bad leaving StripFang behind... but I'm sure I'll think of something to make it up to him!

Rainstone: Yes, Keshaa shall now kick major butt! Yayness!!

Ultra_Poke2000: Thankees!

Zach Starmourn: Maybe...

Darien Shields: Nah, they CAN'T be ghosts, 'cause they reproduce!

Dark Shaman: *stares at the badge* Ooo... Shiny. Yeah, I enjoyed having Keshaa evolve. He's cool

V.o.t.M: You'll find out...

Powarun: Why hello there! I'm happy you like the fic! *gets out the party stuff* A new reader! Yayness! Let's celebrate!! *offers everyone sugary things like cookies, candy, and ice cream*

Heh heh... Here's a little teaser poster for part II... Which is being posted now!

http://imageevent.com/draganie/pokemonpics

(No saying your guesses about what happens in Part II! I want at least some of you to be surprised with stuff!)



Part II: Might's Wrath

~*~Prologue~*~

“All right, class. Today starts the second semester, and history is now to be switched from human history to Mewtwo history,” said Mr. Perdayne, the school’s social studies teacher. A few of the students moaned, but others cheered, glad to be rid of the boring human lessons. Humans’ ways were just depressing.

Mr. Perdayne smiled at the enthusiastic part of the class.
“Who can tell me a few things about Mewtwos?” he asked after a pause. Several hands shot up.
“Ok… Marty, what can you tell us about Mewtwos?”

Marty, a small skinny boy with jet-black hair and dark eyes lifted his head with a scowl. He had not raised his hand. The boy’s pale face flushed as the whole class looked over at him, but his scowl stayed pasted on his lean nine-year-old face. Barley in a whisper, the boy answer, “Mewtwo are dumb, lower animals called Pokemon that were created by a madman to take over the world.” His scowl intensified at the silence that followed, and he lowered his head again.

Reluctantly, a small, fuzzy, white, three-fingered hand rose to its owner’s shoulder, then stopped.
“All right, what do you know about Mewtwos, Kate?” asked the social studies teacher, relieved someone else had volunteered. The little girl giggled slightly, her deep purple eyes shining with amusement.
“I think I’d know! Anyways, we’re NOT lower animals,” here the little female Mewtwo shot a cold glance at Marty, “but a species that is a mix between Pokemon and human, giving us human rights. The rights were pressed and established twelve years ago by Micah Deathburn.”
“Excellent, Kate! Anyone else?”

Here another hand raised, this one also white and fuzzy, but had five fingers instead of three. As the boy was selected, he scratched an oddly shaped ear; like a Mewtwo’s but not quite, then rubbed a very much human nose. In fact, this odd creature’s entire face looked like a human, but the long purple tail resting around his desk showed he was far from it.

“The ICE KAMI!!!!!!” the boy shouted, a goofy grin on his face. The entire class started laughing.

This boy was named Zac, and he was a Kami fanatic. The powerful Mewtwos were all he thought about, and he had collected every trading card of them there was.

Though he was half human, he felt more Pokemon, mostly thanks to his father.

His mother was a human, his father a Mewtwo, and how he had come from the cross breeding with no casualties was a wonder. Zac had just turned ten, but he’d decided to stay in school instead of becoming a Pokemon trainer. He slightly feared the outside world, and what they would think of something like him.

“What?” Zac asked, the goofy smile still on his face. “The Ice Kami is awesome! How many Ancients do you know that’ve never been beaten?!”
“Which leads to another interesting topic,” Mr. Perdayne cut in, before Zac could start to ramble about the famous Articuno Hybrid. “What exactly is an Ancient? Can anybody tell me?”

Mr. Perdayne waited in silence, looking for someone new to call on. However, not many in this class were that outgoing, and finding a volunteer was difficult. Sometimes he blamed the class for the gray that was starting to appear in his dark brown hair from all the stress of always having to pick people. They found it funny.

A clatter echoed through the silent room, causing everyone to jump. Slowly, a male Mewtwo’s face reddened, and he bent down to pick up his lunch money. He fumbled with the coins, his hands almost completely incapable of grabbing them, and stuffed them into the pockets of his light, red jacket.

The Mewtwo’s name was Acciaio, which is French for steel. He was called this because half his face, chest, and one of his arms were robotic.

It was said that a poacher had gotten at him when he was little and “had some fun,” as the adults put it. Acciaio obviously had had little fun, and sadly lost his parents to the poacher. He now lived with two humans who ran a trade market in the south of town. They were kind to him, but he had gone cold from everything that had happened in his life, and would give them no love back. Nor would he speak to anyone.

“Acciaio, would you please tell us about the Ancients? It’s the least you could do after that,” the teacher said, picking up a large piece of blue chalk. Sighing, Acciaio gave a slight nod, tried to smile, and ended up with a smirk because he could only control half his face.

Lifting his good arm, the cyborg Mewtwo’s one real eye glowed ice blue as he lifted the chalk with his Psychic powers, and used it to write his answer on the board:

Ancients are the first generation of Mewtwos to ever exist. They were created to destroy the world, but are not robots, and would not allow themselves to be used as weapons. No matter how many were created, none would obey, and in fact many escaped. They joined to form the first Mewtwo city, Mewtopia, which still exists today. They made laws and assigned advisors and even made competitions. Their wisdom helped turn the city great, and their experience with man helped them keep safe from the humans.

Giovanni is the main maker of the Ancients, and still creates them today. Currently he has been working on a new breed of Ancients called the Unreal Mewtwos, which are actually living beings turned into a Mewtwo. They can be anything from a Pidgey to a human, and he has actually tested the project’s success on himself.

“Um… Acciaio, could you please give us a simpler answer?” asked Mr. Perdayne, grinning slightly at the neat paragraphs on the board. Obviously the little Mewtwo was going to get an A+ this semester!

Acciaio nodded silently, and wrote under the two paragraphs in small letters:

Ancient: Any man-made, un-naturally born Mewtwo or Mewtwo hybrid.

“Very good, Acciaio!” Mr. Perdayne praised. The Mewtwo lowered his hand and set it over his mechanical one. Then he allowed himself to look at his other classmates, most of whom had fallen asleep. They had stopped paying attention a long time ago. Acciaio snorted in irritation, and lifted his hand again. A Shadow Ball began to form in his palm…

“NO! Stop! Don’t you dare throw that energy ball!” the social studies teacher shouted. Those who were awake cringed in their desks, especially the humans. For a long while there was silence, while teacher and student glared at each other.

Then, a human slowly girl raised her hand.
“May I go to the bathroom, sir?” she asked Mr. Perdayne meekly, and let out a shriek as the Shadow Ball was flung at her, just missing her head.

“ACCIAIO! To the principle’s office, NOW!” roared Mr. Perdayne.

Slowly, silently, the cyborg rose and walked out of the class. Every student was awake now, staring with fear at the hole in the wall from the attack. The girl who had been shot at was crying and trembling with fear.

Marty, who had had his head lowered the whole time, now lifted it and looked at the hole, then at Acciaio’s empty seat.
“Like I said, they were made by a madman… You can’t trust them to be human at all!” he mumbled, then lowered his head again.