Weak Might

[Darien Shields]

From the movies and the game I got the impression that they had a kind of rubbery flesh. What do I mean, they? He!

[GeneChildMewtwo]

Well, I'm finially posting on this story.
I've been reading it for a bit now, and I like it, although it's kind of like reading two stories at once. It started with Keesha and Magi, but then went onto a completely different tangent about a world in which Mewtwo and Humans live together as equals... Nothing wrong with that, although the transition is kind of odd... but it's probably needed to understand the new world that Magi and Keesha have been brought into.

The possibilty of Mewtwo as a species having their own society is an interesting thought, and probably makes for more interesting variations for fanfiction, since if only one Mewtwo exists, then you don't have too many options on what you could do with it alone. Although I find this possibility a little unlikely (I lean a little more toward the "Only one Mewtwo" side of things) it's still very interesting to watch it unfold. Since Mewtwo is my favorite Pokemon, I enjoy reading any fanfiction about it, even if this one was a originally about Magikarp. ^_^

As for the debate about Mewtwo's fur, I would think that both Mew and Mewtwo have fur on their bodies. Mew was probably inspired by a cat (not as much as say Meowth or Skitty.), or something similar, and so it would most likely have fur. In Mew's Yellow version Pokedex entry, it talks about being able to see Mew's fine hair under a microscope, so it seems to have fur on it's body. Therefore, Mewtwo should have fur as well, it's just too fine to see with your eyes alone. (although, we can't test this in real life...)

I guess I said a lot of stuff... but the main point is: I like your story, and I'm waiting to see more of it!

[Darien Shields]

He proved my point! Mew's hair is microscopic, and so is Mewtwo's by extension. The hairs they have are few and far appart, kinda like humans, only I guess, even less hairy.

And also, I don't think their are terrile limits to what you can do with one Mewtwo. I'm doing lots of things with him in Genesis. BTW, what happened to the origional Mewtwo in this storyline? And why isn't Giovanni a criminal?!

[Otto=ottO]

Ok, I think I see your point. It seems Humanity usually doesn't like thinking of other Races as equals, esspecially one we created. I hope you don't mind, but as a favour I'm gonna have to ask you to read a short story of a friend of mine, he's having a lot of trouble getting readers. Don't ask me why, he has great writings.

If you like his shortstory, read his novel linked in his sig.
*cough*postchap*cough*

[Darien Shields]

I agree wih Otto, more chapter!

Also, if you're going to advertise another fic here, I suggest you do it more sneakily. I've been posting repplies with this fancy sig for ages to get more readers. 'Course, doesn't always get replies -_-;

About the equal thing, it's not about considerring another race as equal, but being selective about who we treat as equals. Mewtwo get equal rights, but all the other sentient pokemon don't even the intelligent Alakazam and what not. I betcha if somebody caught a Mew or A Lugia in this world they'd have theright to keep it locked up n some 'ole pokeball, but not mewtwo, nuh-uh, they get freedom and stuff. And they get to catch each other. Hypocrits. I'm not saying it's alright for humans to catch and train pokemon, but it's even worse for a pokemon to do it. Bah! Humbug!

*cough**read Genesis**cough*

[Ultra_Poke2000]

i know ive been gone for a million years, but im back now! there was easter and my mom had her apendix out (she's doing fine, btw)!
nice little chapter. keep posting. this has almost turned into another fic! im short on time, so excuse the short reply.

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Yeah, I haven't posted in a long time... Sorry 'bout that. ^^;; SOMEbody decided to abandone some ducklings at our doorstep, and we had to find them a new home. I miss them now...

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP!!!! *huggles GeneChildMewtwo* I've been watching you, ChildTwo, just WAINTING for you to read my story!!! There aren't many people with Mewtwo in their name anymore, so that makes you EXTREMEMLY special. I'm so happy!!! *throws a party with Raichu's cookies as the snack*

^^;; New, short chappy!

~*~Chapter 16~*~

These weren’t ordinary woods.

They couldn’t be! The forest seemed against him. Trees scratched at his face and the mud was growing harder and harder to move through. The darkness was becoming a handicap for him, making it almost impossible to see. Yet Marty kept going.

He had been searching for what seemed like hours, though he couldn’t tell for sure without some light. The Pokemon had this dreaded forest on their side, and it covered them in its growth and darkness. The only Pokemon at a disadvantage was the Charmander because of its glowing tail, but he didn’t want that Pokemon. The creature he desired was a little Fire bird…

Marty’s leg was caught by a thorn that immediately ripped his pants and caused him to trip. He landed face first in the mud. As he rose from the dark goop he heard a creature giggling, and jerked his head up to see a glow behind a tree.

Charmander.

Marty mused over the coincidence of finding the first Pokemon he thought about as he wiped his face. The glowing remained where it was in silence as the Fire lizard watched him. The light flickered and wavered in the dark, sending a warm orange glow against the nearby trees.

The future Pokemon trainer began to tip toe towards the Pokemon as care fully as possible, his Pokeball ready. It was probable that the different types stayed together, and if that was the case, his Torchic would be in that light. He slowly went, and reached the tree without his spy’s knowledge. Holding his breath, Marty tensed himself for his surprise attack…

“Pokeball go!!!” shouted a feminine voice from behind the tree, and the orange glow was replaced with crimson. Marty looked behind the tree to watch the shocked Charmander turn in a shapeless form of energy and enter its spherical prison. It wiggled for a moment, but then, as if it suddenly remembered its orders, it stopped. The ball stilled with a “ping.”

“Oh yeah! I did it! I got my Charmander!!!” shouted the girl, running up to her newly captured Pokemon and picking it up. Marty just barely managed to take in her slender shape, messy brown hair, and delighted hazel eyes before she was teleported out of the forest. He stared where she had been for a moment in shock. Apparently, he was no longer the only future trainer hunting for their first Pokemon in the woods. This made his getting a Torchic more difficult than ever…

In fact, Marty met five other trainers after that, though some he didn’t get a chance to speak to. Every time someone captured their Pokemon, they were teleported out of the forest to receive their license. The Professor was most likely doing that, since she was a Mewtwo and all. Anyway, each trainer’s capture made the chance of his Torchic being captured increase even more.

A boy who looked like him in coloration captured the Mudkip, a chocolate-colored Mewtwo captured Chikorita, a slightly overweight girl with red hair caught Treecko, another boy with buzz-cut brown hair got Tododile, and most recently he saw what he had thought was a Mewtwo, but said she was only half. She was looking for Cyndaquil.

The sixth person he met was a smaller girl, who looked too young to be attempting to be a trainer. She stood there in the darkness, knee deep in mud. Her long mud-gold hair hung about her messily, and she looked positively exhausted. In her arms lay the Squirtle, who looked worse off than she.

At the sight of Marty’s approach, the girl struggled to get out of the mud. Marty sucked his breath in surprised when she called out to him telepathically.
{Please help, sir! This Squirtle’s hurt bad…}

A Mewtwo hybrid, he thought bitterly. Even if she looked nothing like a Mewtwo, she was telepathic, so she had to be one.
{I am not!} Intruded the small voice. {I am a psychic person, like my sister Kina, the leader of the Psychic gym. Now please stop thinking ill of me and help! This Squirtle’s shell is cracked, and she needs medical attention…”

Marty frowned and waded through the deep thick mud towards her as best he could.
“Why don’t you catch her? Then you two can be teleported and Professor Two can fix her up?” he suggested, annoyed.

Wait a minute. Rely on a Mewtwo to heal an injured Pokemon? Those selfish beasts were more than likely to finish it off for fun instead!

The girl shook her head.
{I don’t want a Squirtle. I wanted a Mudkip.}

In her arms, the Squirtle gave a gurgled cry and tried to get free. When this only succeeded in injuring it further, it settled back down, its breath coming in short, painful gasps. In its new position, Marty could see deep holes in its chest as though something had come and tried to bite it in half. There were only two holes, but they were HUGE, and had internally injured the creature.

{I saw a black monster attack her} said the girl quietly, as though to answer his thoughts. {It’s eyes glowed green and it stood at least ten feet high. It had enormous teeth and claws. It spoke to her telepathically how it was going to kill her slowly…}

As though it had heard her, the Squirtle gave another feeble cry. At the sound of the creature’s pain, Marty became angry. He completely ignored the story.
“Look, if you don’t capture her she’ll die! Do you want to be responsible for that?!”

The girl had gone pale as soon as she started describing the “monster.” She now looked even more fragile than before as she stared at him with pain.
“I wanted a Mudkip all my life…” she whispered verbally, her voice trembling. “It’s always been my dream.”

“Well, you’re too late anyway girl,” growled Marty. “Mudkip was caught a while ago. If you don’t take this Pokemon, you probably won’t get a good one.”

The girl’s eyes widened with horror, then she hugged the Squirtle close to her with misery. Slowly, reluctantly, she withdrew her Pokeball, enlarged it, and lightly tapped it on the Water Pokemon’s nose. It didn’t struggle.

The small girl gave Marty an almost relieved glance that transformed into something of relief and excitement. The Squirtle may not have been the Pokemon she wanted, but it was her Pokemon! She had saved its life, and their bond together would be closer than most. They had a great future ahead of them.

Marty did not think of these things, but he was happy to see that smile of hers, and waded through the rest of the mud with renewed energy. The Torchic was destined to be his.

~*~*~

It took two more hours before he finally came across his destined partner. It was sitting on a patch of grass so deep in the forest he couldn’t see how he’d been able to find it. The Torchic sat there half asleep. Its tiny beak was hidden in the thick, soft golden down around its neck, and its small eyes were shut. It would never see him coming.

Marty snuck towards it carefully, avoiding mud whenever possible. He inched closer and closer to his prize. He had been searching the entire day for this elusive creature, and now, finally, it was within his grasp. He was close… so very close…

There was a sudden rustle in the bushes, and the Torchic woke up with a start. It saw Marty in the corner of its eye and gave a cry of surprise. Marty groaned as it ran into a bush. At least it ran no farther.

He walked slowly to the bush, and enlarged the Pokeball he had been carrying in his hand. He studied the red and white sphere for a moment, then silently threw it. As his Pokeball fell into the bush, however, another ball, this one with the dark purple markings M2 on it, fell into the bush at the same time. Both balls found a Pokemon and caught it.

To Marty’s astonishment, a Mewtwo came out of the brush and lifted his new prize. Now, the fact that it was a Mewtwo did not bother him. He stared because he knew this Mewtwo. This Mewtwo had attacked a little girl a year ago and frightened most of the humans out of the town. This Mewtwo had been sent to a rehabilitation center after that, and had not been heard from for a year. This Mewtwo was half robotic.

Acciaio.

The cyborg Mewtwo stared at Marty with his red mechanical eye coldly as he was teleported away. The sight made Marty shiver, and stand still for a moment with shock. Why was Acciaio becoming a Pokemon trainer?! How could they let such a cruel monster take care of Pokemon?!?! He would most likely eat them, being what he was, and then go after poor unsuspecting trainers.

Death was too good for him.

Marty took hold of himself and realized he had captured his Pokemon. With a happy cry the boy snapped out of his thoughts and dashed over to his Pokeball. He gently lifted the object and cradled the slightly heavier ball in his hands. He finally had his freedom. He could finally become a trainer.

[Powarun]

Well who did Marty catch, the part with squirtle was sad.

[V.o.t.M]

Welp, whats-his-face got his birdy AND found another reason to be a bitter little....blah.

What untold horrors await the brat and his new birdy friend?

Third degree burns?

Cannibals?

Angry papa?

Gold Kami?

Or could it be the most unspeakable horror of them all? A crusty old guy with his rabid Seaking and super ninja Magikarp?

The horror.

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Wow... Marty... seems quite cynical, or however you describe it. But... he caught SOMETHING (some thing?), so he'll be a trainer. Yeah. He also seems quite the loner there, thinking his thoughts, doing what's to be done, alone. Well yeah, if you hate Mewtwos in a city all most only inhabitated by Mewtwos, you'll become a loner...

[GeneChildMewtwo]

I'm appreciated! Whee! And I get cookies too! ^_^

That picture for your avatar is neat... It looks like it's from the Anime, but I don't remember Mewtwo ever wearing a cloak/cape (or anything else sans his armor in the movie).

I wonder... After all that wandering around, did Marty catch his prized Torchic? Hmm... I bet Marty would be really angry if a certain Cyborg Mewtwo snatched up Torchic right out from under him...

So, Mewtwo are part human, and therefore have rights as humans do... But they're not human enough to stop a Pokeball from working on them? Maybe someone should look into that... But this does put the whole Trainer/Pokemon heirarchy into question, since Mewtwo are Pokemon... Maybe they lose that status later, and simply become "People" at that point?

But Darien brings up something interesting... What about other intelligent Pokemon? If most Alakazam have an IQ of 1000 as the game states, they are vastly more intelligent than humans... and yet, humans rule the earth and all other creatures stand below them.. Although most people view the Pokemon-Trainer relationship as Partners, and not as Master-Underling. I wonder how Marty thinks of it... Although since Pokemon are as animals are in real life, most people probably would keep humans seperate from Pokemon, although we still treat them as friends.

Hmm... this story has brought out some very interesting points. I wonder if this was the desired effect from writing such a story? And one final question... The "Mewtopia" that is talked about in this story is the same Mewtopia from the Ice Kami story, right? (Somebody even mentioned the Ice Kami earlier...) Does that mean that this story takes place after that one? Since the circumstances of Mewtopia are different between the two... (and V.o.t.M, I plan to reply to your story, although when I typed this I hadn't just yet... ^_^) Well, I guess I should stop... since this reply is probably gigantic... I'll be waiting for the next chapter, keep it up!

[V.o.t.M]

Its true, this all takes place in....THE FUTURE! Whoosh!

Where as my fic is in...MEXICO! Wait...THE PAST!

Yes. Not mexico. Thats were my butterflies migrated to.

The ending to ze Ice Kami is going to tie in as closely to this story as possible. Go me.

Hehe. I'd luv ta see the look on Braty's face if he discoverd that he did NOT have his fire peep.

Keed: Bulbasaur?! NOOO! Why have you forsaken meee?!

Bulbasaur: Bulbasaur! (Please love me!)

Keed: Nevar! Fetch me my happy pills, and make it snappy!

Bulby: Saur. (Weep)

Ha! This mental image amuses me!

(Edit:Added more stuff)

And as for all of you people ranting about wether Mewtwos should have the same rights as humans while other Pokemon should remain as footsrests and doorstops, remember this: Mewtwos are very powerful. They can distroy citys and screw around with the weather.

Think about it, they didn't HAVE to let the humans live. They could of wiped out humanity and become the new dominant creatures on the planet. But they DIDN'T.

They insted, somewhere in history, chose to live alongside the same people who had created them with the intent of them being slaves.

So that HAS ta mean somthing, don't it?

As for Alakazam, when one of those "Look at me! I'm smarter the computer!" Psychic types learns to speak in compleat sentences, THEN I'll give them a College diploma. Untill then, they must fetch my happy pills!

[Otto=ottO]

Um... So why was Acciao teleported away if Marty had caught the pokemon...? Anyhoo, good, we got a chap.

[Darien Shields]

Marty gets bulbasaur, and Accacio beats him in a battle, furtherring his hate for the species? It stands to reason. Or Marty gets Torchic and whoops Accacio. Well, whicever way works.

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Powarun: I know. Seeing the Squirtle like that was sad...

V.o.t.M.: lol ^^

Crystalmaster Mike: *nods* Marty's cool. I've made him a very odd character... Very emotional.

GeneChildMewtwo: *beams* My Avatar IS from the anime!!! It's from the trailer for the sixth Pokemon movie in Japan! *huggles Mewtwo* Well... ANYway, about the intelligence thing. *cough* As you know, Alakazam starts off as Abra, and Dragonite starts as Dratini. Both are average intelligence for a Pokemon. And, it takes far too much work for them to reach such evolutions to get that smart! Therefore, there are few of them, and not near enough to make an impression on people's thoughts about them. Mewtwos do not need to evolve. Also, other intelligent Pokemon have a willingness to obey, while Mewtwos fight for freedom. Such small details make all the difference.

Darien Shields: *chuckles*

~*~Chapter 17~*~

Marty gave a brief shudder after the teleportation. It was a very odd thing to have happen to you: it felt as if your body was compressed and shot through a gun momentarily into another dimension. He had luckily landed on his feet, unlike some human trainers, and was now watching them all release their Pokemon. The only ones missing were Professor Two and the girl with the injured Squirtle. They were most likely at the Pokemon Center, however, so he wasn’t worried.

Chattering excitedly to one another, the trainers began to release their Pokemon and nickname them. Each trainer and Pokemon interacted differently, some instant pals, while others were a bit awkward.

Marty grinned down at his Pokeball. He and his Torchic would be friends forever, without a doubt. They would train like crazy, and possibly even become strong enough to gain badges from the several Mewtwos’ gyms that had been newly installed into the league. It was said they were the toughest to beat… Well, he’d show those Pokemon who’s boss!

Marty looked back up to find Acciaio staring smugly at him. His robotic eye of course had no emotion at all, but mixed with the very unfriendly look the cyborg was giving him, it was frightening. Very frightening.

Without turning his silent stare from him, Acciaio enlarged his Mewtwo-made Pokeball and dropped it to the ground. The ball automatically opened, and the creature inside burst out as a shapeless blob of crimson energy.

Marty lowered his eyes to the shifting form curiously. The Pokemon the crippled Mewtwo had captured had been in the same bush; so skilled it hadn’t been seen. In fact, it most likely wouldn’t have been found if the Torchic hadn’t run into the bush. He’d lost track of what Pokemon were left…

However, he never expected what came out.

A tiny, fiery looking bird stood before him on one foot at cheeped happily to its master. Acciaio gave Marty a smug look once again, then lowered himself to his new Pokemon. He murmured to it with odd, meaningless sounds, and gently stroked it with his one real hand. The Torchic cheeped happily and pressed close to its trainer.

Marty stared with disbelief. Acciaio had his Torchic. HIS Torchic! The Pokemon he had worked so hard to find!! His little bird was now in the hands of a monster!! It was going to be TRAINED by another POKEMON that shouldn’t have a chance to be a trainer in the first place!!!

The Pokeball in Marty’s hand wiggled slightly, as though his new partner sensed his distress. The boy paid it no heed. His entire world had gone dark, and all his dreams were crumbling around him. All the other trainers seemed to vanish as he stared angrily at Acciaio, who continued to pet and love on his new Pokemon. His mind centered on that cold, terrible Mewtwo, who needed to die. DIE!!! He was a THIEF!!! He’d caught that Torchic just to SPITE him!!! Wasn’t that just like a Mewtwo?! Always somewhere close, ruining his already ruined life!!! They needed to all be wiped out!!!!

Acciaio looked over at Marty again to find the boy in a sort of trance. He seemed dead as he stared silently at Acciaio and Torchic. If he was, it didn’t bother the cyborg Mewtwo at all. People were dangerous, and needed to be destroyed anyway. He could tolerate them for only so long. This training thing would hopefully give him a chance to live in peace. Humans stressed him too much, filled him with too many memories. Bad memories. Things that gave one nightmares and that changed one forever.

Acciaio gave a small shudder as the memories flooded into his mind, and for a moment he found himself gripping his mechanical arm, trying miserably to push them away. He glanced down at the assortment of gears and wires mixed with metal bars and such that now was a part of him with pain.

He had always longed to just rip the fake arm off, as if the loss of it was a second choice to rid himself of his past, but he’d never done it. Humans thought badly enough of his mental state as it was, and another stunt of violence like the one he did last year would most likely end up with a procedure they did to insane Mewtwos… It turned them into vegetables. He could spend the rest of his days sitting there, thinking of nothing and always drooling and smiling stupidly. Acciaio couldn’t help but shudder again at the idea.

The human boy Marty was getting worse. The wriggling Pokeball in his hand slipped from his grip onto the ground, but he paid it no notice. He continued to look at Acciaio with shock, anger, and pain burning in his eyes. His mouth had gone slack and his breath was becoming shallow. Acciaio grinned at his misery and turned back to the source of it: his Torchic.

The tiny bird watched as a Bulbasaur popped out of Marty’s Pokeball, and chirped a greeting. The Bulbasaur took no notice, however, as his master fell to his knees. Acciaio wanted to laugh at this, but focused his attention on Torchic instead. It… She, now turned back to him, and huddled a little closer to his body.
{So, you are accustomed to telepathic speech?} he asked curiously, continuing their little conversation. She nodded.
“Yes, Masta, my old Masta was Professa Two, and she talked to us like that all the time!” Acciaio was surprised to be called “Master.”
{You accept Mewtwos as creatures above you?} He asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Yes sah.”
{Well, I do not. You will consider me a friend, not a master. Agreed?}
“If you wish, sah.” She answered. Acciaio smirked.
{Good. My name is Acciaio. What title do you go by?}
“Keahi, sah.”
{Kay-ah-he?}
“It’s Hawaiian for fiah, sah. My old masta thought it up.”
{Well, I am very pleased to meet you, Keahi! You and I will travel together, and I am very eager to get to know you.}
“Me too, sah.” The two Pokemon sat silently after that, just content to be together, and took the time to grow accustomed to each other’s scent.

Marty was close to tears. Acciaio was being NICE to his Torchic… and it liked him. He could hardly bear watching them cuddle like that, now oblivious to him… Why oh why had fate done this to him?! He’d lost his chance to get most likely the ONLY Torchic outside of Hoenn!! Was his life always going to be this miserable???

Marty’s new Bulbasaur stared at his master with worry. There was pain in the human’s eyes, as well as hatred, but a dark sort of emptiness was beginning to eat those emotions as he burrowed in his misery.

Now, the Bulbasaur had no idea what was wrong with Marty, but his loyalty to his new trainer already filled him, and he found himself trying to snap his master out of his trance. The frog/dinosaur Pokemon nudged him with his broad head and gave a worried cry. When there was no response, he crawled into Marty’s lap and regarded him for a few moments with large ruby eyes. When the new trainer still gave no response, he smothered his pale face with kisses like a pet Eevee.

That brought Marty back.
“Get off me you dumb Pokemon!” he shouted as he wiped the slobber off his face. The green-blue starter jumped off with surprise and gave Marty a hurt expression. Marty glared at it, then at the other trainers now staring at him. All of them were on the ground stroking their new Pokemon lovingly, except a couple who had put them back in their Mewtwo-Pokeballs.
“Stop staring! I’ll treat MY new Pokemon how I want!!” he shouted.

The amused expression Acciaio gave him made him feel no better.

~*~*~

Magi found herself on the ground, in the warmth of the bright sun. She looked up with wonder at the sky, and watched contentedly as a small patch of clouds passed by. The sky was like a pale ocean, with its soft color blue, and for a moment she wondered what it would be like to swim in the sky like a Pidgey…

“Magi? Come on!” called Keshaa, floating gracefully above her. “Our masters want us!”

Magi lifted herself from the ground and took flight, the air suddenly thick enough for her to push her fins against it. The two of them swam together, laughing and playing, and more Pokemon joined them. These Pokemon she did not know the names of, yet she recognized them, and they chased each other like friends.

The golden Magikarp swam into a network of trees as she chased Keshaa, but here the other Pokemon did not follow. She paid no attention to this, however, as she searched for her best friend. She went deeper and deeper into the forest, searching in the branches and between the trunks. Keshaa had vanished.

Suddenly, Magi came to a meadow. The sun was bright here, and made her glitter like a Shining Pokemon. The lush grass was filled with beautiful flowers, and the world seemed perfect. Magi let her body fall among the flowers so that they would tickle her face, and she laughed when they did.

As she went further in, she came upon another Pokemon. This Pokemon was golden, more so than she, but his beautiful coat was scarred and ruined from horrible injuries from the past. He was a land Pokemon, biped, with large feet, two necks, and a long tail and arms. He almost looked like a person from a distance, but closer it was found his oddly shaped ears were on top of his head, and he had a small muzzle with slitted nostrils. His dark blue eyes reminded Magi of the deepest part of the ocean, and was full of knowledge and emotion. He was not looking at her, but into the sky, as though deep in thought.

It was the Pokemon from her dream.

“Gold Kami…?” Magi murmured with awed surprise. The Gold Kami was beautiful on land, with a powerful majestic look to him that made her feel a great deal of respect. As she got close, she found that his golden coat glittered, and could feel the intensity of his power.

Magi swam through the sky towards the great Pokemon until she was close enough to touch him.
“Gold Kami?” she questioned again in disbelief. The creature turned to her.
{Foul? I did not expect you back so soon…} Magi was once again startled by the voice in her head.
“Did… did you expect me, Gold Kami?” she asked awkwardly.
{I am not ready, however, for you to take me. I must have more time to strengthen myself} He was speaking things she did not understand again.
“Take you where, Gold Kami, sir?”
{Please Foul, just another day at least? I know being a Rocket means nothing to you, but I have a natural hatred for Giovanni…}
“Who?”
{I DEMAND IT!!!}

Suddenly, the Gold Kami took flight, but he used his power instead of just swimming. As though in panic, he fled from her across the grass.
“Gold Kami!!!” she called. Then, much to her surprise, she shouted, “Please come back Ashes!!! I won’t take you back to Team Rocket!! I promise! At least not today!”

However, when she tried to swim to him, another figure placed itself in her path. It was a cloaked thing that appeared to grow out of the ground. She could not tell what it was, but she felt a sudden fear at its presence. With a dark chuckle, the cloaked thing raised its arms and gave a shout.

Magi jerked her head to her left as a sound echoed back. It was a horrible, frightening sound, like the snarling of hundreds of creatures thirsty for blood. The cry froze her very heart, and for a moment she was petrified with fear. The Gold Kami was affected the same way.

After the sound came a thing of terrible evil. It crawled slowly across the ground in a huge mass of darkness, roaring and snarling its hunger for blood. The earth crumpled below it and grass withered as it drew the life from it. Magi was shocked to find that it was moving towards what she had called “Ashes.”

Indeed, it quickly encircled him, hissing strange words.
“Mewtwo… flesh… death… food… DIE!!!” Were the only things the large Magikarp could make out as it blocked off all the Gold Kami’s escape ways. Claws and teeth and cold glowing eyes became visible as it began to close in. Ashes’s eyes were wide with terror.

“Ashes!! NO!!!” Magi screamed, rushing towards him. The cloaked figure merely lifted its arm to block her.
“No no, pretty missy. There is no way I’m losing THIS prize!”

With that said, the figure lifted his arms, and out of the sky fell a great net. It fell upon her Mewtwo, and sent a horrible shock of electricity through his body. Ashes screamed in agony as the electricity cooked him, and then he crumpled to the ground in a heap. A bit of smoke drifted from his ruined body when it was over.

Magi woke up from her nap screaming and crying for the creature that had saved her life against a Mantine in her dreams… cried out for him to be okay. Her mind was filled with his screams, with his fear, with his pain, and it made her miserable.

As a very worried Keshaa tried to comfort his friend, Magi began to sob. The Gold Kami was going to die somewhere, and there was nothing she could do. She did not understand her dream, but she knew Ashes was real… and he was in trouble.

And she could do nothing. NOTHING!!!

[GeneChildMewtwo]

So... Accacio does have a heart behind his cold exterior... I truthfully think that the Torchic would be better off with him than with Marty... Especially after Marty's selfish display. Poor Bulbasaur... It'll always be "second best". A reminder of Marty not getting Torchic. I guess I know where Marty stands on the Pokemon position scale...

Accacio thinks that humans should be removed from the world... Although, it seems a little more passive than Marty's hatred of Mewtwo. (It seems Accacio would probably be happy spending time with his Pokemon off in a remote location, and could probably live just fine without seening humans, even if they did exist.) However... I wonder if Marty would ever be happy as long as Mewtwo existed? If he moved to a human exclusive society, would this event (and others like it) still haunt him? It seems to me he'll hold that grudge until the day he dies. (Or longer... ) I'll just have to wait and see what happens to them.

As for the second part...

Someone has to do something! Ashes in in trouble! Hmmm... I wonder if Magi is as helpless as she believes... Well, hopefully she'll find a way to her distant friend. Something interesting is building behind the scenes... I can't wait to find out about it! ^_^

[totodilelover]

This is a very intresting chapter and Marty has to many mood swing's it seems. That poor bulbasaur. Very good lengthy and descriptive chapter. I can;t wait to read the next one.

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Hehe...

So... The cyborg has the fire chick, and the brat gets the frog... Fitting. Just... fitting. Yes, I believe Marty will be traumatized or something! Not getting what he wants...

And so Magi (or Foul) is a Seer... Meh, could work! The Magikarp Seer...

[Otto=ottO]

Coo, very good job. Good twist as well. Well, um... I feel Magi is telling the future, or present because that was prob a dream because she swam in the air like a pidgey...

Whatever, we got a chapter.

[V.o.t.M]

Curses! I was right! The poor little Bulb-Frog is gunna live a life of unloved-ness! HE JUST WANT DA LUV!

Sooo....

Poor Gold Kami! His life is one big pie of pain! The kind of pie thats all hard and crumbly 'cuase ya burnt it! Curse my bakeing skills! I sure hope that what ever the 'ell gold fishie just dreamed dosen't end up cuasing the possible distruction of all HUMANS!

...Or Mewtwos. Peep!

[Darien Shields]

Oh well, Bulbasaur's still cool, especially in "Pokemon Adventures" (A Manga.) I don't like Venusaur though. Too fat. Same with most of the final starters, except Bashaamo and maybe the newest Grass Starter. Typhlosion and Meganium aren't really fat, but they're still no good, not humanoid. Humanoid good! Anyway. Ashes? Kami? Wha? Do I really care? Well, presumabley this crazy hallucination stuff will make some more sense soon. Otherwise this'll be difficult... Does anyone know a good Diviner?

[Count von Dark]

Die Marty DIE!!!!! DIEE!!!! I hate Torchic. I love Bulbasuar. I hate Mudkip. I love Squirtle. And I love MEWTWOS!!! DIE MARTY! Fool!

[Darien Shields]

Interesting point of view, "Count". Now, I always wonderred just how bad the applicants had to be to get that guy on Seasamie Street, but your post makes me glad he got the job.

A bit more on topic though, your exclamation marks won't phase SM or compell her to change the plot, or at leas t I don't think so anyway. One Exclamation mark to one sentence gets the point accross. And a double E isn't very professional.

Die Marty, Die! DIE!

I think that's better. And anyway, Marty's cool, cooler than you. He must feel like someone who just found out their kid was retarded. Or a father hoping for a son, but got a daughter, and it also turns out he's not the father, his arch nemesis is. Something like that. Marty may be screwed up, but in his circumstances, you'd be screwed up more.

Go Go Marty! Irradicate the Mewtwo Filth!

Note: Marty gets a bad rap for hating Mewtwo's, and the worst thing he's done is make his nitwit mother cry, but Accacio hates humans, and has killed/mamed/m*lested a little girl, and he's getting nothing. Tch, why don't you all go and marry him...

[Powarun]

Werll the Magi part, was a little different. IMO,
Marty, should have killed the mewtwo. the dan thing just made fun of Marty and Marty is just sitting there taking it. You should get them a counsler Mewtow that can read thoughts.

[Otto=ottO]

Originally posted by Darien Shields

nitwit mother

News flash:

Marty's step mother is not a nitwit. Her only crime is trying to love him. It is Marty's Dad's fault for everything. He beats him and married a different species.

End Flash


I'm opposed to intespecies mating. Technically it doesn't even work well. And they call those hybrids 8astards. Do you know that a mule is a Donkey and a Horse put together the same way? And that Mule cannot have a child.

Aren't Mewtwos all the same sex? And even if not, to be classified a Pokemon, wouldn't they have to lay eggs? Even the cow pokemon lay eggs. Don't believe me? Play gold/silver/crystal.

[Count von Dark]

Thank you, Darien Shields. I am not professional at all. And yes, I must say, your remarks are very interesting, that Marty is cooler than me. He is, really. But I really wouldn't stick to a starter Pokemon until death. And if you say cool, then Accacio would be the coolest. I really like this guy, if he really killed all the humans for the Pokemon, although that is totally unnecessary. The best idea would be training his Torchic like crazy and fight trainers for their Pokemons' freedom. And then, release the Torchic. Sure, Shadowed Mewtwo wouldn't change the plot, but I just want to spill out all my anger. Another thing, you are REALLY a cool guy, 'cause you like to put out flames. Thank you again for putting out the flames on my head, or I'll get burned to death, which I hope is Marty's fate. Powarun, I don't agree with you. I think it should be Accacio killing Marty and then the Torchic burniing Accacio to death. Hmm, that's a cool plot.
Anyways, Shadowed Mewtwo, please ignore my idiotic remarks. One thing, I think Magi's vision was a bit confusing. You could try to fix that. Thank you for bringing us another pleasurable read.

[Crystalmaster Mike]

I would like to ask the other readers something: what is so confusing about the vision? If it's the fact you guys hadn't heard of Ashes before? If so, I could understand.

Thanx in advance, ey!

[Darien Shields]

The dark thing. I wasn't sure whether it was a dark snake thing, or a long piece of dark, with teeth and eyes sprouting out in all directions. Plus their was the fact that GK was so moody, and that he's also called Ashes, and that she's also called Foul, and somehow a magikarp was supposed to take a mewtwo back to team rocket. Something tells me she wasn't so in any former lives... I didn't find it as confusing as antagonising, instead of a character build, or plot developement for Magi and Keesha, we're being given and out of place prelude of things to come. Or memories past. Either way, I think it would have worked better amidst some actual writing about Magi.
Like one of those "Ah, I guess now my life's perfect..." then something smacks you in the face and says dream on. Well, whatever. Keep up the spectularrre work SM.

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Ah, OK! Thanks for clearing that up...

[AndrewPDes]

I just read the whole thing! its GREAT! (like frosted flakes)

[V.o.t.M]

Kay, I just re-read da entire story. I jusr reolized somthing about all de parts with Ashes:

He's been talking about his future obviously, and how our favorite fishy ruined it for him. Obviously then, but this is just a guess, our golden friend has the power to see the future OR he is comunicateing through dreams to the past.

I'm guessing that in the future Magi evolves, gets stolen by Team rocket and is used to recapture the elusive Gold Kami.'

Poor guy, I can imagin him now: Trapped in a stasis tube, broken and without hope. Left only with his memories in the dust of a ruined life. I sure hope I ain't right. Sniff, I luv the guy too much...

[Darien Shields]

Note: He's also "dead".

[Count von Dark]

Thank you, V.o.t.M, you cleared it up for me. I was thinking what was happening. Now it's all clear. Of course, it would be quite painful for your plot to happen, but who knows? I wonder where's Shadowed Mewtwo these days...

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

GeneChildMewtwo: *grins really wide* Ain't Acciaio cool?

totodilelover: Thanks! And welcome to the story! ^^

Crystalmaster Mike: lol! You know me far too well...

Otto=ottO: Yeah, it was a dream... ^^;; And no, a group of men figured out how to make a female Mewtwo in Vappy's story, and I took advantage of that for mine.

V.o.t.M: Aw... I didn't know you liked Ashes so much! He'll be so touched! ^-^ As for your idea... I can't tell. I'd ruin the story.

Powarun: The Magi part was SUPPOSED to be different! And freaky. And a bit confusing.

AndrewPDes: Why thank you! ^^ I like Frosted Flakes, too.

Count von Dark: I'm right here! I was just grounded a bit... *blushes*

Anywho, more story! Yay! Love me!

~*~Chapter 18~*~

It was a surprising thing when two men followed Professor Two and the girl with the Squirtle back. It was even more surprise the way Acciaio reacted to them.

The small group of future trainers had been sitting for about thirty minutes chatting while they waited for their licenses and Pokedexes. Acciaio and Marty, of course, sat away from the group. The cyborg Mewtwo had his Torchic on his shoulder as he sat watching Marty shout out harshly as he tried to start training his young Bulbasaur. The little Plant type had terrible aim, and was having difficulty Tackling a tree at full speed. Every time he missed, Marty struck him and shouted cuss words as punishment.

When the men appeared, they walked behind Professor Two and the girl briskly. They had a choppy, stiff stride that the group of kids didn’t like, and their angry shouts at the Professor made them look no better. The Professor paused to shout something back at them then continued. The men were silent for a while after that.

When Acciaio noticed those two odd looking men, he seemed to go nuts. He recalled his Pokemon hastily, gave a small cry, and ran behind Marty as though trying to hide. The already angry boy gave him a good kick.
“Get away from me you THIEF!” he shouted, shoving the now trembling cyborg Mewtwo away.

Acciaio turned and fled behind the rest of the crowd. When they shifted away from him he gave another cry and levitated. Just as the men reached the clearing where all the trainers sat, he had flown to a nearby tree to hide.

“I still do not understand why you would just let the Mewtwo free in the forest! He is dangerous, and has not been permitted to go about on his own. He has not been passed as mentally stable yet!” One of the men complained.
“Yes. What if he were to throw another Shadow Ball at some innocent child again?” The other agreed.
“If I understand you men correctly, Acciaio threw that attack at a girl because she spoke while he was already holding it, correct? Over a year ago?” questioned the Professor quietly. Then men nodded.
“But attacking someone just because they speak is no excuse!” added one. Professor Two nodded.
“He is a little cold, I admit, but what I have heard that you men do to him I do not believe will help! He seems perfectly fine without you! He’s very polite, and the only injury that came out of that forest belonged to this girl’s Squirtle. The injury definitely did not come from a Mewtwo.” The men sulked at this argument, but did not leave. Instead, they began to look for the fugitive Mewtwo.

When Acciaio was found, he nearly flew away. Professor Two caught him, however, and wrestled him to the ground. The Mewtwo kept screaming and crying as he struggled, his on real eye full of fear. The other one seemed to glow a little brighter than usual in his panic.

Once between the two men, Acciaio grew still. He refused to look at anybody, but deliberately stared at the ground. He knew they were all staring at him after all that commotion, and he hated it.

Marty turned away from his Bulbasaur and regarded the pair of strangers angrily with everyone else. All Pokemon had been recalled but Bulbasaur, and all eyes were turned to the men and Mewtwo. Acciaio gave a small cough in the silence that followed.

“Who are you?” asked Marty slowly, wiping his black hair out of his face. The men gave odd smiles like one would give to a three year old then turned to Acciaio. Apparently, they thought Marty was talking to the still Mewtwo, because they then said, “Why don’t you answer him?” Acciaio remained silent as they watched him.

Mart laughed.
“You won’t get anything out of that freak! He’s never spoken to anybody!”
“That’s where you are wrong, boy!” answered one of the men with that disturbing smile.
“Social skills are one of the many things our patient has been taught!” With that said, he nudged his patient.
“Go on, boy, tell this young man your name!”

The cyborg glanced up at Marty with a pleading look, but refused to speak. At his silence, the other man took out an odd instrument and jabbed it into Acciaio’s mechanical chest plate. A jolt of electricity was sent through the creature’s body, and he was twitching with pain when they were done.
“TELL HIM YOUR NAME!” ordered the first man coldly.

Acciaio let out a sigh.
“Ewo… Mawee… Oo wo oo mai wam. Oi m Ecciaio,” he muttered. Marty couldn’t understand a word he said, even though he obviously had tried to speak. The Mewtwo’s tongue didn’t seem to work, if he still had one, and the mechanical half of his face kept him from forming his lips correctly.

A little bit of electricity flickered out of his body as he stood defeated and broken between his captors. He looked empty and dead, like a walking corpse. The only sign that there was any emotion left was a small tear that fell down his cheek and the flush on his face. The men on either side of him seemed satisfied with his attempt to obey.

Professor Two looked ready to kill. She stood their in her own white lab coat, her three fingered hands clenched and her tail twitching. She glared at them and gritted her jaw to keep from exploding. Marty grinned at the sight of the two Mewtwos in such a state. They deserved it.

“Anyway…” said Professor Two, forcing herself to turn away from the trio.
“Lara claims that she saw a Darcmu. Now, this idea is almost impossible since the Darcmu were said to be wiped out fifty years ago, but I have decided that each Mewtwo will have a human partner in their journeys. Just in case.” Though she did not look worried, the words brought fear into the young trainers.

As she passed out the licenses, murmurs ran through the group. The young Mewtwos’ already large eyes were even wider with terror as they muttered to each other about the things they’d heard about Darcmu. The idea of one being in their forest filled them with unfathomable fear. Acciaio was only Mewtwo who had no reaction, for he was far too deep within himself to take notice of much of anything.
“We’re all going to die…” was a repeated phrase.

Marty took his Pokedex and license quietly as he wondered what in the world a Darcmu was. He backed away a bit as the Professor started choosing partners for each Mewtwo, not wanting to be with any one of them. Mewtwos were evil.

However, when all the Mewtwos were paired up, Professor Two walked over to Marty and lowered her small muzzle to his ear.
“I want you to watch Acciaio, Marty. He needs someone to guard him, and no one else is willing. I have found you have no fear of him, and I need that. If there are Darcmu around, that boy will need protection most. I don’t think there are, mind you, I honestly find it an outrageous idea, but I cannot take any chances.” She took a step back and regarded the now shocked trainer. “Please?”

Marty wanted to scream bloody murder to her. Why would HE care a thing about a Mewtwo, particularly one like Acciaio?! That monster was a killer!!! He’d die as soon as they were out of sight of civilization!!!! Just one Shadow Ball and Marty’s head would be blown off!! How could she trust him to take care of the Mewtwo, especially when she KNEW he hated them with all his heart! She knew! He’d said it to her!!

That’s just like a Mewtwo to try something like this!

Marty opened his mouth to decline to wish, but shut it again as another thought crossed his mind. Acciaio had his Torchic. If he stayed with the crippled Mewtwo, he might be able to kill it in the forest and take his prize. He grinned at the idea.

“Yeah, I noticed you had trouble getting anybody to team with him. I’ll… be happy to guard him!” he lied. Professor Two studied him suspiciously for a moment, but she then left without saying anything. She hadn’t bought his fib, but she probably wasn’t worried about the Mewtwo’s capabilities. She didn’t know Acciaio could hardly fly without straining himself.

The deceiving boy could not help but chuckle at his plan.

~*~*~

“What’s this?” asked the heavy fisherman as he stumbled into the room. With him came the strong smell of tobacco, for a moment causing the Magikarp and Seadra’s eyes to water. The smell also made the Magikarp finally stop crying. She stared up at her master miserably, tried to talk, gave up when he didn’t understand her, and let her body fall limp on the ground. The Seadra looked at her worriedly, gave her a slight nudge, then looked in desperation for his trainer to DO something.

And that is just what the trainer did.

The huge man tottered over to his Pokemon and dropped his massive weight onto the ground, causing the wooden floor to jump and tremble a moment.
“Now what seems ta be the problem, guys?” he asked casually. Both Pokemon looked at him sadly, both knowing that if they said anything it would be a waste of time. He couldn’t even understand motions.
“Well, I know how ta fix a pair of glum faces like yours!” the man laughed, his deep rumble vibrating through the two friends and calming them a bit. Their master would always be there, and could always keep them content. It made them feel better knowing just that.

The man’s fat fingers slid into his back jeans pocket and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. This paper he opened with a loud cough to make sure he had their attention, and once done he began to read:
“The Sea Beast Bash. A fair for people and Pokemon of the sea to enjoy with fun games, rides, and contests! Water Pokemon get in free.” He looked over at them and chuckled at their baffled faces.
“This here tells about a fair. A place like a big party, where you can play and fight! An’ I figured ya’ll would like to go!” Here the two Pokemon looked eager and excited.
“And look! You, Zale, get ta go into this competition and fight in a league.” He showed a picture on the battlefield to his eager scarred Seadra.
“And you, Courtney, get ta go into the beauty contest! See?” He showed his large orange-gold Magikarp a picture of beautiful Pokemon she’d never seen sitting proudly before a group of judges. She flopped with enthusiasm.
“That’s the spirit! Now, we’ll need ta work hard ta win these contests, but we have a while, so I have our training and such planned out. Here’s what we do…”

With that, the overweight fisherman shared his plans to his close comrades.

~*~*~

Marty patted the Pokedex in his pocket as he walked along the dirt path. His heavy backpack at the moment did not bother him as he pictured his new Torchic on his shoulder and the bloody carcass of the foolish Mewtwo that tried to take it from him at his feet. He laughed out loud at this, a cruel, horrible laugh that made Acciaio eye him uncomfortably. The cyborg had actually been willing to join him on their journey, most likely because it was the only way he could have gotten away from those men. He hadn’t spoken a word since they started walking, and probably never would, but Marty didn’t care. The stupid thief was going to die very, very soon…

The dark forest ahead never looked more welcoming.

[Powarun]

I loved this chapter, a Mewtwo in agony, the laughter. And Marty, you better watch out, Accio has been know for killing. How about they kill themselves. Lol, also don't stick you tongue out at me, Magi might think it is a lure. Why in the world did you reneame Magi Courteny?

[V.o.t.M]

Whoa-ho-ho! What is WRONG with this kid?! Murder the tormented Cyper Mew for his flame bird?! What the eff?! I would LUV to smack that Keed. Oh how I would relish it.

As for our poor tormented Mewtwo pal, I weep for him. First he loses his ma and pa and gets molested, then he gets a hidious robo arm that serves of a constant reminder of what he's lived through, then he gets sent to a town with the Hitler of Mewtwos for a neighbor, THEN he goes ca-ca for coocoo puffs and blasts a kid, THEN he gets sent to the crazy house/tourture home and have gee-bus knows WHAT done to him, THEN when he FINNALY gets a chirpy pal and the opertunity to be free, he gets paired up with a mentally unstable, mama hating, easily ticked off kid who is currently planing on ring-a-ding-dinging him. Whoo.

Anyways...

Magi and friends is going ta da fair! Whee! All is well! For now! Yay! Yay for impending distruction! Yay!

[Darien Shields]

Ahahahaahahahaahahahahaah! Ahawahahaahhhahah! Heee, hoo hoo, ho ho... Ahahaha! Ahahahahha. Oh, oh, ahahahahah! Aha! Aha! Oh-ho-ho.

I love a good sit-com.

Mwahaha. Mwahahahahaha. Vweeheeheehee! Hee hee, hoo hoo...

*chuckle*

[AndrewPDes]

that was a GREAT chappy. I love this fic. That kid... should catch a snorlax with a diarhia problem.

[GeneChildMewtwo]

Magi and Keesha get to go to the fair! Hopefuly Magi will cheer up... Although I wonder what the future holds for her, and for Keesha...

And as of this Chapter... I've lost any respect for Marty I may have had. Before it seemed possible that he had an equaly (as compared to Acciaio) legitimate reason to be the way he was... but now I'm not so sure he does. To be so selfish that you would kill someone (although in Marty's eyes Mewtwo aren't held in that regard...) and steal their pokemon... I hope that Marty's plan backfires, and he recieves the punishment he deserves. (Not so much as death but... )

Now, Acciaio isn't an angel either... but after finding out what those men have been doing to him, I could understand why he would not like humans. If I was a Pokemon (or really any non-human species), and humans did that to me... I don't know if I could keep myself from sending them all to a squishy oblivion.

I guess time will tell what happens... But even if Acciaio is weaker than an average Mewtwo (as implied by the comment about his trouble with flying) I bet he could still more than hold his own against that little brat.

Well, it was a very interesting chapter, and showed a lot about Marty and Acciaio's personalities... I can really see what they're thinking, and why. Keep up the good work. I'll be waiting for the next chapter.

Oh, and one more thing... How do you pronounce "Acciaio"?

[Otto=ottO]

I bet that Magi is talking about Marty in that quote in your sig.


Marty is mental, I like that. Although he is a bit racists. It would be better if he was like that to everyone ;D .

Imagine if pokemon rebelled. It would hurt. Especially with ghost pokemon. Oh well, they're too stupid to realize they would destroy humans