Weak Might

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Wow. Nice, though it's too bad they didn't know the reason for the slaughter, or they could've ended it. Also, noting the quote in your sig, I don't think Magi or Fouls suffering has ended yet... The poor thing...

[AquaBabe727]

Whoo!!! New chapter! Yeay! ^_^ I feel so sorry for Stripfang; he went through a lot of heartache only to have her run away from him again. Poor guy! Keshaa and Magi make good friends, but it did kinda suck for him while he couldn't help her in return. But he evolved! Whee! It's so cool... But that stupid Haunter had no reason to do what it did...dumb peice of crap...
So Magi and Keshaa are finally going to get a taste of the human world, huh? And they had to land on a boat with a fat, smoker guy. Oh well, its better than nothing, right? Really, really good chapter, Shadowed Mewtwo, no joke. Good job!

[Rainstone]

YAY!! A new chapter!!! And Keshaa EVOLVED!!! ^_^ EEEEE!! Does the fat old guy help Magi or eat her? o_0 Interesting to think about ...

[Ultra_Poke2000]

othumnesh(awsomeness)! wars, discoveries, torture, evolution, and finding some old fisher dude that smokes. alot happened while i was gone! i guess that ghost pokemon would probaly haunt sunken ships gaurding their "treasure", but the part where Keshaa said that he'd kill the Haunter was a bit redundant, but funny! hehehe....

[Zach Starmourn]

Good chapter... Keshaa evolved, and now he can start to help Magi as she helped him. Maybe the human will help here, but being a fisherman, I don't see it happening that way exactly.

Also a hunch, but the human in the boat wouldn't be the same one from the quote that leaves Foul to die for a being a Magikarp would he? Well, it was just an idea.

[Darien Shields]

Are ghost pokemon technically ghosts? I saw someone else posting something about this before, that they're ghost as in gasceous, not dead. So it might still die , but I'm no expert.

[Dark Shaman]

As a member of the PASBL *Shines his "Dark GT" badge* I think that ghosts are technically Undead, and therefore, they can be killed

Although it's difficult, using Foresight helps

I didn't think poor Keshaa would ever be able to evolve! Nice to see his and Magi's loyalty to each other is still pulling them through ^^

Great chapter, SM, I'm looking forward to more when you're ready, I'm sorry you were sick

[V.o.t.M]

Why must all the bad crap happen to the Blue thing and the Gold thing? WHY?! WILL the plump fisher man help? OR will he FEAST on FISH RELATED foodstuffs? Huh? HUH?! Hehehe, dis is fun!

[Powarun]

What a nice story about a Magicarp with a dream. A good fic, and hello. and for what you say is bad shadowed Mewto it is pretty good. By the way the stale snacks do not taste good after nine chapters unlike the story.

[Darien Shields]

Still the Ghost type's immunity to Fighting and Normal isn't supernatural, but sourced from their gascious form... While the Psychic could really be either... Oh, I need to write the next chap to my ficn ow, I'll be back to talk later...

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

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.

[Rainstone]

Oh, BOY!!! I like Kate. n_n Acciaio and Marty seem kind of ... not nice. I lurv the poster, by the way!! I signed you guest book. Heh. Keep writing, pleeze!

[Powarun]

nice decent chapter but I am confused why is this not about that awsome magicarp and seadra? And why all the Mewtwos this is sorta freaking me out here.

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Rainstone: Thankee! I'm a Zac fan myself

Powarun: Why do you think I went "Buahaha"? The Water Pokemon are in the human world now, and thus you are being taught just what's going on right now on land! You wouldn't think I'd make a story with just two main characters, would you? ^^;; I like big, twisty plots too much for that! ('Dun worry, you'll find out what's going on with Magi and Keshaa later!)

[AquaBabe727]

Aahhh! It's like a whole different story! And I must say, the human world doesn't seem like a very happy place to be... But I miss Magi and Keshaa! And your descriptions of the ocean and the water pokemons and stuff! I think I'm gonna cry....

Ah, but nice chapter anyway, Shadowed Mewtwo! ^_^

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Well, to quote Giovanni apparently:

"Un-real"!! Heh, it's actually not that hard to picture the teen Mewtwo Bunch in that class! They like, blend in! Obviously, I soooo not agree with Marty!

MEWTWO ARE PEOPLE TOO!!!

Heh... Well, hmm, yeah, I too wonder what'll happen next... Hey, and was that a Tiger Mewtwo on that poster or someone else?

[Zach Starmourn]

YAY!!! Finally we see what has happened after all of these years. Well, Giovanni creating more Mewtwos sounds farfetch'd , after what happened with the first and all, but it will make it interesting. I need more...

BTW, I've been working on a theory lately that explains the creation of all Pokemon in my opinion, and also exlains that Mewtwo were an actual race, non-cloned that is. It also states Mew are also offspring of something higher, though they supposedly contained the DNA of all Pokemon. It is in an upcoming chapter of Eternity and Back if anyone wants to read it. The link is in my sig.

(This is my pitiful way of asking if anyone will read it )

Anyway, I know you will remember Eternity and Back if you read it SM, I just gave it a new title and rewrote a bit... or all of it.

[Doomykins]

I miss the fishy people, I hope they come back soon. But I guess it should be expected from you to put a bunch of Mewtwos in all of you stories.

Darby: Mewtwos as a speceis...How little does he realize how right he is.

Darby! You're going to ruin it!

Darby: If you would get of your bumb and write, even through the next few chapters, you wouldn't have to worry about anyone thinking that the idea you've had for what...a year or so now? was copied from somewhere else.

.-_.- Well, I have a hard time getting off my bumb...

But that's being poopy thoughted. I can't wait for more SM, but I guess I'll have to wait.

Darby: *grumbaling* Like we'll have to wait for you to write the part where I roast turky-boys @$$.

[V.o.t.M]

You have no idea how happy this chappy made meee!

[Otto=ottO]

Been almost a month since the authors post here, really great story, a whole bunch of people love it. So, where's the chappy?

I'd PM the person in question but who checks their PMs?

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Well, Shadowed Mewtwo's still around... she's been posting in Votty's fic... Maybe she suffering from writer's block? You could still PM her, who knows...

[Ultra_Poke2000]

sry i havent replied in like a million years, but life had sucked me into an interdimensional portal of things to do so i have had no time to reply to anything. what a strange world it is on the surface now... post more later!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Meh... o_O;; I'm so sorry peeps! What with sickness, projects, and my new Saphire game, I've been kinda buisy! ^^;; I'm learning all sorts of stuff about the new Pokemon, and should be able to put some in my story now! Yayness!!!

Okay... I think I have today free... let's see if I can get a chappy done! *shuffles off to write*

[Crystalmaster Mike]

No problemo!! If you learn more about the new Pokes, this'll get even more interesting!!

[Darien Shields]

New Chapter coming? Yay! Hey, SM, did you do your banner in Paint? I'm trying to figure out how I could make a cool sig, and whatnot, anyway...
I Keesha evolved *again* would his eye be fixed?

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

FINALLY!!! I wrote it!! Praise me!

~*~Chapter 13~*~

The light shown brightly that day, filling the sky, the world, all with color, creating a beautiful variety in the land. It fell upon vegetation, upon buildings, roadsides, soil, and… some Pokemon.

They sat there, nine Pokemon, all the starters from every region, including the rare Torchic, Treeko, and Mudkip, all impossible to find wild in Kanto. The small group lay on a blanket of soft grass, enjoying the smell of the fresh dew that still lay mixed with greenstuffs. Each lay a little closer to his or her own Type, enjoying each other’s company more than they would with the others.

As they lay there, they watched their current master argue with a Scyther. The huge, frightening, reptilian bug was growing angry, since he was not being permitted to do what he wished.

“Look, Slash, I understand you want to be a Pokemon trainer, but I cannot just give you a license! I have already turned other Pokemon down, and it would be unfair for me to give you special rules. Besides, it is wrong for a Pokemon to train another Pokemon!” said Professor Two unhappily. She sounded tired and strained from this long, fierce argument, and a bit annoyed, since the Scyther wouldn’t give the matter a rest.

“Look, you’re a Mewtwo, and that’s a Pokemon, and I want what you get! It’s not fair! Why can’t I have a license?!” The Scyther’s wings beat hard and fast as he said this, and the small starter Pokemon cowered as he raised his scythes in the air with a cry. Professor Two sighed.

“I am half Mew, half human. We all are. That is why we are treated differently, and will always be treated differently, but there is nothing I can do about it. You are pure Pokemon, and do not even act like a human, so you have no business enslaving creatures the same status as you. You have no right. So just… just go!”

Slash went into a fit.

The mantis hissed and growled, eyeing the Mewtwo professor with hatred. She ignored him, however, and turned to see how her Pokemon were handling this situation. As soon as she did this, the Scyther dove at her, slashing a scythe right across her chest.

The Mewtwo was faster.

With lightning reflexes, she jumped back as soon as she saw his attack from the corner of her eye. Slash’s attack only ripped across the dress she was wearing, cutting a long hole in it exposing her chest plate. Professor Mewtwo quickly covered her chest as her face turned red. She glared at the Scyther angrily, but said nothing, and held her new rage in.
Slash lunged at her, knocking her hands away and exposing her chest again. She stood perfectly still, however, and simply waited for what the Scyther would do next.

He slashed the dress more, until the Professor stood mostly bare. Her face was hot as she shook with rage, finding it more and more difficult to hold her anger.
“YOU’RE A POKEMON!!!” shouted the Scyther, hitting her chest plate with the blunt edge of his scythe. “You look like a Pokemon, smell like a Pokemon, and your kind usually acts like Pokemon! I WILL NOT HAVE A POKEMON ABOVE ME!!!” Slash turned his scythe and bore the sharp blade into the Mewtwo’s body.

That was the last straw.

The Scyther cried out as he was lifted into the air. He felt the Psychic power all around him, burning his very skin. He tried to fight it, but it was useless. In another instant, the Mewtwo closed her outstretched hand into a fist, her eyes still a deadly ice blue, and her prey felt his very bones crack and grind. He gave another desperate cry before he crumpled into goop and bone. It was impossible to tell what he had been.

The Professor used a Recover and then silently went about to cleaning the mess. There was a fire in her eyes her Pokemon were not used to seeing, and the lot of them continued to cower. So much power… Mewtwos were very much deadly things.

When she was finished, however, the fire was gone, and she looked very sad and strained.
“I hate doing that…” she said softly to her Pokemon.

Professor Two carefully lowered herself among the little starters and began to gently pet her Charmander.
“How about we spend one more day together, and put giving you to strange trainer newbies off a little while longer?” All the Pokemon heartily agreed.

~*~*~

“Hey, look!”

Marty lifted his head to see a few people and a young Mewtwo walking up to his group. He sucked in his breath.

It had been a year since Acciaio had attacked a person and been sent away. A year for his school to forget him and go on about their business. Marty was ten now, and today he would get a Pokemon license, more because it was tradition than because he wanted to. So would several of his classmates… The cyborg Mewtwo’s coming this day was not especially good luck.

“Acciaio!” Zac hissed under his breath.

The human/Mewtwo hybrid was truly the closest thing Marty had to a friend, and still they were distant because he was part Mewtwo. (There weren’t many pure people in the city anymore because of what Acciaio did…)

“What do you think he’s back for?” asked a human boy called Stick. The tall, skinny, dark-skinned boy was both an athlete and card collector. It was a strange mix, but allowed him to be in many different groups of people/Mewtwos.

Marty shrugged. He could care less what would happen to the Pokemon, and had better things to do anyway.
“So, are you going to trade your Second Edition Ice Kami card or not???” he persisted, changing the subject to what it had been before. They wouldn’t get their starter Pokemon until the afternoon, so they were playing with their collections.

“What’s you’re offer again?” asked Zac, absently wiping his long purple hair out of his face. Marty quickly shuffled through a black bag.
“Well… I’ve got a Lugia/Mewtwo hybrid… a Zapdos/Mewtwo hybrid…”
“Either of those hybrids Kami?”
“No… But I DO have Sea Lord!” Marty said eagerly, drawing out another Lugia/Mewtwo hybrid, which looked much more impressive than the previous. The attacks underneath were also double in power, and it was holofoil. A rare card indeed.

Zac shrugged.
“I already have three of those…” he said, yawning. He then drew these out to show the boys, the white fur on his hands protecting them from oil in his skin. Marty moaned.
“What? I’m the Mewtwo Card Master Collector!” laughed the hybrid.

“What about one of these?” asked Stick, drawing out five cards. On each one was a different colored Shining Mewtwo. Zac’s eyes widened, and he grabbed them eagerly, studying them one by one.

He studied them a long time, studied every little detail. It was obvious he was a serious card collector: he was obviously seeing both their stats and conditions. However, Marty was not the patient one, and as he got bored, he questioned what they were like. Zac answered by reading the cards for him.

“Alex,” he read aloud for the silver Shining Mewtwo with a sky blue tail and green eyes. He skipped the stats, but instead read the description. “A younger Shining Mewtwo, and though not especially powerful, he makes up for it with his dazzling beauty. This Mewtwo currently lives in Mewtopia.”

The next card had a picture of a Mewtwo with purple eyes that stood out against his green coat. He was in a threatening pose and was forming an energy ball in his hands.
“Might. The youngest of the Shining, he is a deadly fighter and ruthless killer. Some know him as the second Ice Kami, and he will most likely grow to deserve this title when he’s fully grown.”

A second silver Shining Mewtwo was drawn, but this one had a golden tail and eyes that matched.
“Treasure. Powerful enough to be a Kami, this female Shining is widely respected. The only reason she’s never won in a tournament is because she doesn’t like to fight.”

Zac, his face still full of excitement, then drew another silver Mewtwo card out, this one with a black tail and dark blue eyes. She looked very younger, but also bold and very sure of herself.
“Shadow. The only Shining Mewtwo to be born from another Shining. Her outgoing personality and strong beliefs give her a great many allies… and enemies.”

The final card had a frightening picture of a scarred, golden Shining Mewtwo making a charge for the camera. His face was full of rage, and he looked ready to destroy anyone.
“Gold Kami (Golden). The second Mewtwo to ever live, and the first Shining. A powerful, deadly, fierce creature, widely known throughout the Pokemon and human world.”
Zac held this card in the air, gazing at the Mewtwo’s holofoil coat and the first edition symbol underneath the picture.
“How did you get these?” he whispered. Stick shrugged.
“They’ve been passed down through the generations. I have two of each, so I don’t mind trading one. Take your pick!”

Zac quickly handed his Ice Kami card to the boy and carefully placed his new Gold Kami card in his case. He’d never admit it, but he had gotten the better deal. When a Mewtwo dies, its cards stop being printed, unless it was dead before the card company began. The Ice Kami was still alive. The Gold Kami died nearly fifty years ago… as had Shadow, but her card wasn’t first edition and her stats weren’t as good.

~*~*~

“MARTY!!! TIME TO COME HOME!!!” shouted a distant voice. Marty sighed and put his cards away. All he had gotten that day was an Electabuzz hybrid, while Zac had managed to get a brand new Deoxys hybrid from Stick. He was having a bad day… and little did he know, it would only get worse…

The pale, jet-haired boy waved good-bye to his friends, picked up his bag, and set off toward home. He walked slowly, dreading his house for his own private reasons that nobody knew of. He walked down the street, took a left at the Pokemon Center, walked past the market, and across a great field to his neighborhood. His “mom” shouted that loud.

“Marty, what took you?!” scolded his “mom” as soon as he walked in the door.
“I’ve been waiting fifteen minutes!”
“What would you care?” Marty mumbled, not looking at her. Instead, he started toward the stairs.
“Come back here!” hollered his “mom” after him. “I won’t stand for things like that, young man!”
“You aren’t the boss of me!” screamed Marty back, just before he slammed the door.

She wouldn’t come after him. He knew that all too well. She feared him as much as he hated her. She was, after all, lower than he was, and her very instincts told her that. Yet…

Marty looked at his small white box of a room angrily. It had once been full of decorations of Pokemon, something he had once loved with all his heart. Of course… those times were long gone, and he had ripped the pictures and figurines from wherever they lay.

The room was now white. It had white walls, a white ceiling, and white carpet. His furniture was white, including his dresser, toy chest, and bed. The only colored things in the whole room were his clothes, his black bag that held his Mewtwo cards, and himself. He would never let his private life out of the pure whiteness. It protected him on all sides, like the gentle kindness of a real Mew.

Marty dropped his bag by the door, walked over to his bed, and let himself fall limp onto it. His “mother” would tell his father about his smart mouth, and his father would yell at him. They’d argue over hurtful subjects, he’d eventually be beaten with a belt, and his father would leave him sobbing. He never stopped until Marty cried.

Then, later, his “mother” would come in and help take the pain away.

Oh, how he hated her… How he wished she would go away… He cursed her name silently every time she entered his white box, and every time she found a little more about him. It was none of her business.

He wanted to lock himself away from everyone. Zac, his father, his “mother”, his schoolmates, that horrible Acciaio, his past… Marty gave an involuntary shudder. Why did it have to happen to him?! Why not someone else?! Curse them!! Curse them all!!!

A gentle tap on the door made him start. However, he realized who it was, and regained him composure soon.
“Go away!” he shouted at the person at the door.
“May I come in Marty? I need to tell you something…” said a feminine voice softly, as though the owner of it were unsure of herself.
“You can tell me through the door!”

There was a brief pause, then the voice responded.
“Professor Two has postponed giving out trainer licenses. You’ll have to wait until tomorrow to become a trainer.”

Marty answered this with a stream of curses, all said in his pillow where his “mom” couldn’t hear. Oh, what a day this was turning out to be.

[Doomykins]

yay! New chapy! New chapy! I like reading about the mew clones, though I am missing the fishy dudes. Maybe once he starts out he'll meet them. Hmm, I wonder what waits for them after that.

[Crystalmaster Mike]

I like finding out how the things are organized in Mewtwo/Human Land!! Yeah, and it actually is quite logical, the thing that happened to Professor Two... When one group has more privili-le-lo... rights, there tend to be troubles!

“Shadow. The only Shining Mewtwo to be born from another Shining. Her outgoing personality and strong beliefs give her a great many allies… and enemies.”

Anyone you know? Seriously though: another fine chapter!! And I like how you call them Shining instead of Shiny, to make out the difference. You know, that Might... He reminded me of someone... But because he ain't a she...

Once again: I like finding out how the things are organized in Mewtwo/Human Land!! *sob* Why can't we have a TCG of Mewtopians...

[V.o.t.M]

Yay! This inspires me! I should write more so I can find out what happens ta my poor tormented Hakujo in..THE FUTURE! Dun dun duuun!

[Darien Shields]

Originally posted by Shadowed Mewtwo
and her prey felt his very bones crack and grind.

Scyther's a Bug, technically do they have bones? I thought they had an exo skeleton.
The whole Mewtwo society sounds alot like Animatrix to me (It has how the robots seperated from humannity and made their own city, and eventually how humands made war on robots.)
Now, wait, Mewtwo count as memeber of society and all that, but technically, if you chucked a pokeball at them they'd still minimize (at least for a while), wouldn't they? Can you picture how easy that could make murder? Sorry to wander... But yeah, can the Mewtwo and more Mewmen (Or Mentwo or Humentwo or whatever you would have us call them) be put in Pokeballs? Also, Mewtwo regularly can't reproduce, and pokemon lay eggs... What do these do?

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Darien Shields: Yes, I debated that... but if you look closely, a Scyther also has a reptillian quality to it, and even if it is a Bug type, I believe it is possible that is might have at least some bones. ^^;; Besides, this is fiction! Let's have fun with it!

Mewtwo CAN reproduce, as can Mew from which they were cloned. They simply refuse to have (live) children in a strange person's backyard. It's the same with every legendary. In fact, through research I have concluded that the main reason a breed of Pokemon becomes legendary is because a SINGLE POKEMON among them does not breed and has astounding powers. The One also usually has a long, or perhaps infinite, lifespan.

I do not believe the first Mewtwo (*huggle*) will ever have children. Only the Pokemon cloned from him and some others cloned from Mew.

Now, the idea of there being multiple Mewtwos is very popular, especially among Mewtwo fans. That is one reason I have placed this story so far in the future: to show what will happen if a bio-engeneered legendary becomes a common creature.

(Yes, Mewtwo can be captured, just like any other Pokemon. This very argument will be made by an individual later against them being humans.)

I'm done.

[Powarun]

Thanx for the chapter. I don't follow the ice Kami, but I will follow through with this fic. Any way, the violent Scyther part was awsome, how it gored that Mewtwo. Wouldn't Scyther have an upper hand for it Bug attack? Can not wait to meet Magicarp and Seadra again.

[Otto=ottO]

I'm confused... did you ever say what Acciaio did? Did you ever say why he calls her his "mom". Honestly, I cannot remember much, but they story's still good.

[Count von Dark]

Well, okay... So Mewtwos are as much as the common populated as humans. But what about Magi? We haven't seen her for chapters! Come on, let us step back to Magi, right? And I wrote something! Really, it's true! Welcome to read it.

[Darien Shields]

She's his stepmother you Nit!

[Otto=ottO]

Originally posted by Darien Shields
She's his stepmother you Nit!

That's not very nice. Do not make fun of other peoples misfortunes. My misfortune is being confused a lot.

Anyhoo, so, are you going to go into more detail on his family relations?

[Crystalmaster Mike]

You know... I've got my own theory about his "mom"... Not only that she's his stepmother...

[Darien Shields]

Is that theory as sinister as I think it is?

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Iiii... doooon't... think so...

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Doomykins: Ya get to see them sooner than ya think! ^^

Powarun: Well, you must realize, this IS a Mewtwo it was fighting... ^^;; If you can't follow the Ice Kami well, go read Vappy's story: Listen to the Word of the Ice Kami. It's really a good story! ANd it should clear some things up.

Otto=ottO: Acciaio attacked a little girl... OO;;

Count von Dark: LOL!! It was only a Prologue and chappy without them! ^^;; But, if you insist...

Darien Shields: ^^;; *sits watching the conversation curiously*



Meh... I didn't proof read this chap, so I apologize for any errors.

~*~Chapter 14~*~

Light. So much light… Weight… pressing her down… she couldn’t move. She couldn’t move! SO MUCH WEIGHT!!!

NO WATER!!!! SHE COUDLN’T BREATHE!!! Her gills opened and closed as fast as they could, trying desperately to give her water… air… WHATEVER!!! She just needed to breathe!

Magi lay perfectly still, in a great deal of shock. She had never been on land before, and she had no idea how to live out of water. She just lay there, her gills moving in a useless attempt to gain breath. In her confused panic she barely noticed Keshaa urging her.
“Calm down Magi… Stop using your gills. Open your mouth, and gulp the air! Gulp the air, Magi! Please? For me?”

Keshaa nudged her, then looked worriedly over at the human who now owned them. The man was studying the two of them curiously, absorbing their appearances with his small dark eyes. He had caught them, turning their very bodies into shapeless energy, and brought them to his home by the sea. They were inside it now, in the kitchen, on a smooth, white, plastic floor. As soon as Magi had been let out, she flopped around a bit screaming, then eventually fell to her current state. She had not even had a warning that she would be out of water, and had no idea what was happening.

When the man did nothing, Keshaa shouted out pleads to him for help. The man couldn’t speak Pokemon, however, and had no idea what he was saying. This was awful!

Then, Keshaa got an idea. He gently nudged Magi closer to the man, continuing his pleads for help. Then, he clumsily slipped across the floor to the human, grabbed his pants in his mouth, and started pulling at it. He actually was able to yank the man out of his seat!

Keshaa slipped back over behind Magi (Who’s scales were starting to turn blue on the edges) and hid behind her. The man lay sprawled on the ground for a moment, and then slowly, carefully, lifted his heavy bulk off the ground. Keshaa was afraid he’d made him mad, but when the man got up, he was laughing!

“Okay, okay big fella! I see’er! She won’t last much longer out of the water, will she? Poor thang. A prize winning Magikarp, she is, so I s’pose I should save her and put her in a tank, eh?” The man practically had to waddle over to them with what little leg he had that stuck out freely from all his blubber. It was a funny sight really, despite the worries of the moment.

The human gently lifted the dying Magi, and waddled to an empty fish tank. He held her in where she could inhale. She didn’t move.
“Help her!! Oh Magi, dear Magi! Help her PLEASE, my new master!! I love her more than any other Pokemon alive!” shouted Keshaa in panic. He was at his master’s feet, his tail wrapped around his ankle, as he cried out his alarms.

The man, however, ignored him, his mind concentrated. Slowly, he started moving his new Magikarp forward and back, forward and back, causing water to flow into her still gills. It only took a few of these movements before the gills opened and shut themselves, and Magi jerked loose of his hands. Still not understanding what was going on, she tried to flee, ran into the glass, and then turned and his behind a plastic rock. The man laughed.

“She’s fine, my new Seadra! Don’t worry about her! Such a fine, big, healthy Magikarp! A gem in all this fool’s gold!” He then scooped up his other Water Pokemon and waddled over to his chair.

Keshaa’s whole body was tense and unsure. He was in a strange place, and now he had time to realize he was no longer home, and could never go home again. He belonged to a human. Somehow, deep inside his instincts, he knew this. He would follow this human’s every command to the best of his abilities, just as he was meant to do. He had no other choice.

“Now,” grunted the man as he sat down, the chair creaking under his weight, “Now, Seadra, such a fine feller as you needs a nickname!”
“Vizoo!” chirped his Seadra, with what he assumed to be with eagerness. The man laughed.
“So… what should I call you?… Hmm…”

~*~*~

In a very white room lay a boy, in a troubled sleep. His messy, black hair covered his pillow and frightened pale face. Tearstains ran down his face, from his bare red back. His father had beaten him. Just because he wouldn’t accept what they thought would be a good foster mom for him, he’d been beaten. Well, it didn’t matter. THEY could call her his mom all they wanted, but he wouldn’t ever. EVER! They’d never make him!

The boy moaned in his sleep.

Slowly, the white room’s door opened a crack, then a little more, and a head peeked through. However, this feminine head was not a human’s… but a Mewtwo’s. And this Mewtwo was the very thing the pale boy’s father had married, MARRIED, and that they expected to be the boy’s foster mother. The creature, though she had not ever done anything wrong, but loved him and worried over him, was hated by Marty. Completely hated. It shredded her heart that he did, but there was nothing she could do to stop it. The best she could do was try to ignore his hatred, and do her daily parental tasks anyway.

She entered the room hovering just above the ground, so that she wouldn’t wake him up with footsteps. Marty was an incredibly light sleeper. In her pale, grayish-purple arms she held a bowl full of healing items.

She floated over to her adopted son, and sat down beside the bed. Gently, carefully, she dipped a very soft towel into the medicine, then began to dab the boy’s raw back. She loved Marty so very much, and healed him without her dear husband’s knowledge. These humans were distant now, because of her, and yet there was no way she could fix the problem. This fact tormented her every single day. The only reason she didn’t leave was because she loved them both, and her husband needed her more than anything after the loss of his previous wife. Her foster son… she wasn’t sure about him. He was in an odd, isolated category by himself.

A bit of medicine somehow splashed onto Marty’s face just as his foster mother was finishing up. His eyes snapped open, and he leapt out of bed, quickly yanking the blanket in front of him so she wouldn’t see him without his shirt.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, INARA?!” he shouted angrily.

Inara blinked, then lifted up her bowls.
“You had a bad beating last night… I was helping heal your back…” she said awkwardly. Marty snorted.
“Using your Recover on me I suppose, Pokemon? It’s just like you to rely on your Psychic powers! You Mewtwos are all alike!”

Inara frowned.
“I didn’t use a single bit of my Psychic powers to help you! And don’t call your own mother a Pokemon!”
“Why not? That’s what you are, Pokemon!” Marty fumed. He then pointed at Inara’s feet, where she was still floating just above the carpet.
“Didn’t use you Psychic powers, huh?”

Inara sighed, and landed. Trying to keep her cool, she walked over to Marty’s dresser and started taking out clothes for his journey.
“Now, if you’re going to be a trainer you’ll need to pack plenty of all forms of clothing. Also, it might be cold out, so I’ll add a jacket just in case—”
“GET OUT YOU DUMB MEWTWO!!!”

The two of them stared at each other, Marty’s face full of rage, Inara’s full of pain. Silently, she set his jacket down. Then, as though in slow motion, she turned and walked out of the room, her head held high with hurt pride.

Marty grinned. He had the commanding power of a Pokemon Master, and today he could finally do something with his life! He would be a trainer for the first time!

Excitement surged through Marty’s whole body at the fact hit him. He was finally free. No more school. No more beatings. No more Mewtwos. His grinned broadened at that. Complete freedom, with only a single Pokemon for a companion, which he would train to the maximum. They would travel the world, across mountains and deserts and plains, and see the beauty of it all. Just the two of them.

Marty suddenly couldn’t wait to become a trainer. It was going to be great!

~*~*~

In the warmth of a greenhouse sat three Grass Pokemon hidden in a patch of ferns. They were grooming each other excitedly, chittering about what they planned on doing when they started their own journeys with their humans.

“Do you think we’ll get good humans?” asked a large, bipedal lizard, with wide, golden, slitted eyes. A fan-like tail flowed out behind him, almost like a Vulpix’s, and he had a dark orange stomach: a Treecko.

“I hope so! I would hate to have a meanie!” laughed a little Chikorita, her large head leaf drooping lazily over her face.
“Me too,” agreed the Bulbasaur, who then went back to licking any dirt off his blue-green skin. Then, he paused, and glanced up with a confused look on his face.
“Is our human really a human, or a Pokemon like that Scyther said?”

The other Grass Pokemon looked equally puzzled.
“I’m… not sure,” said the Treecko finally, scratching his head. The Chikorita let out a soft sigh.
“Does it really matter? I know I’d never let that crazy Scyther train ME! Though, if the Scyther had been nice, calm, and a good leader, I’d’ve let it be my master, no doubt! If our master is a Pokemon, well, so be it! I don’t mind.” Her large ruby eyes glittered with emotion. She very much meant what she had said.

The other Pokemon heartily agreed with the Chikorita’s decision, and went to grooming each other again. They didn’t mind who was their master either, as long as they were treated well.

~*~*~

Marty sneered at his father. The brown-haired, dark skinned man looked nothing like him, nor was his personality similar in any way. Marty knew why, but he’d never, ever, say. It was just one of his many secrets.

“APOLOGIZE TO YOUR MOTHER NOW!!!” roared the man, shaking a finger at him. Marty quietly shook his head, pulling the green backpack onto his back. It was heavy with all the necessities of a Pokemon Trainer.

This movement made Marty’s father even angrier.
“Look, Marty, your mother’d give her life for you, and here you are calling her—”
“A Pokemon,” Marty answered simply. “Which is what IT is. Not a human. Not an equal. A bio-engineered POCKET MONSTER!”
“Marty…” whispered Inara, her eyes filling with tears.
“You shut up, Pokemon!” growled Marty. “You have no right to be my mother. NO RIGHT!! I will not be raised by a living weapon! YOU are below ME and I won’t stand for you trying to scold me, tell me what to do, or anything! I HATE YOU MORE THAN EVERY EVIL HUMAN COMBINED!!!”

Marty’s father lunged at him, fuming, but Marty was already going out the door. As fast as he could, he ran. He ran with all his might to leave his horrid world forever. Good riddance. He was starting a new lifestyle now!