Weak Might

[Count von Dark]

Ha! What a fool Marty is! Trying to murder Accacio for a TOrchic he will never really train, that is really pretty stupid. Anyways, I hope we will all understand what a Darcmu is, and poor Magi and Keshaa... This is where the pain starts...

[Crystalmaster Mike]

You know, I don't know who to 'choose' for here, because they're both mental and both have suffered. I'm just gonna leave it at saying that what ever will happen between them, it will be good.

Lol! A Magikarp at the Beauty Contest! She'll need plenty of Berries!

[Dark Shaman]

Wow, I've been absent, haven't I? Gomen Nasai, SM ^^;;

And I have to agree with GeneChildMewtwo there, that was a display of selfishness that reminds me of my eldest nephew, darn Marty. I had hope for him...which has diminished

And Accio, he reminds me of Jordan from Exploitation Now, cold-hearted, but mostly due to big events screwing up his life, I shudder to think what would happen if Marty tried to kill a mentally unstable Mewtwo ^^;

I'm certainly happy for Kaeesha and Magi, though ^^

And definitly looking forward to the next part

[Darien Shields]

*sigh* Time to fight for Marty again.

Okay, first of all, we have a vague understanding of his hate for Mewtwos. Lets combine this with your hate (I assume you hate) for murderers and molesters. Yeah, you heard me. I mean, they can be a danger to society, and all, I imagine some of you endorse the death penalty (I don't), in which case, you should be able to understand why Marty feels so. He not only hates Mewtwo's, he thinks this one's a total menace. He's the worst of the worst, and let's face it, who's gonna miss a psycho who attacks kids?

Not convincing enough? Well, let's look at another feature. The Torchic. Now, you're all probably sitting back in your chairs thinking "I can understand, but " (Here you stop and bat your eyelids, look all innocent like) "I'd never kill for it" Well, IMO, you can only begin to understand. Think about it. Let's use a metaphorical situation. Say a their's girl (I'm using you as a male for the example, because I think most readers are, plus, I am) you have a crush on. Really pretty, soft rose lips, bronzed skin and gold hair cascading over her shoulders, coupled with her beautifully intense silverry-blue eyes. And of course, 'what every growing boy' likes in a girl. Not only is she a vision of beauty, she's got a good personallity too. She doesn't understad pokemon, or games in general, but will sit and listen to you talk about them, and nod politely, admitting she doesn't understand, but can see the appeal. Generally she's nice and whatever you know, whatever you would go for. Now, you want more than anything (except perhaps, a shiny Kyogre), to be dating her, but you're too scared that she'll reject you, and you'll forever more loose the possibillity of dating her, and possibly even alienate her as a friend. But say, one day, after many years, you sum up the courage to ask her out, and gamble it all.

But guess what? You're arch nemesis (To put it dramatically), a big ugly guy with a mess of oily black hair, and a big puss filled, bulging spot on the side of his nose, is about. He's an ugly customer to say the least, his lips are like two fat green slugs, barely attached to his face. They flap about horribly when he speaks, and send a spray of mucus like flem in your direction. Worse still, he's like some brainless fish, openning his mouth every five seconds for no apparanty reason, other than to catch flys, or drench you in that sticky spit. But he's popular, for some reason, you don't know why, all he seems to do is make fun of you by calling you fat or something, and he frequently shouts "Pokemon's Gay." He's the kind of guy who would join TPM just to Spam and Flame with "Pokemon's Gay, You're all gay!" and then PM you to make sure you specifically are aware that pokemon's gay, and because of the specific situation, you too are gay. Now that he's made sure you're aware of your sexuallity, guess what he's gone and done? Yeah, that's right, he's asked your vision of beauty out. You don't really know why, but she said yes. When you find out you'll go through the stages, buteventually you'll get there. It's a place called "Angry". You've been robbed, and you know it, you were just about to reach out and... but now she's forever beyond your reach, and he's ruined it for you. For a little while, you're willing to kill.

Now, substiture the blond for a Torchic, and the ugly bugger for Accacio. Congratulations, you're now Marty. Maybe the blood lust isn't permanent, maybe it is, but Marty seems to be pretty bad in the first place, and his salvation was stolen from him. That could turn a guy mean for life.

Anyway, you can come back with "But I never endorse killing" or "Even so I wouldn't do it", or "I've never felt that way" (Don't pretend you weren't going to post saying one of these things. You were, I know), but think long and hard. Wouldn't you?

[Otto=ottO]

I admire your arguing capabilities and loyalty towards Marty.

Anyhoo, sure Marty's crazy and all. But now that I know he's sadistic Well, he could always catch another Torchic. I have to say sadly, it's not in my personality to be jealous. Well, not jealous in his sadistic sort of way. I'd shrug it off. Maybe because my parents deprived me of everything good early in life. So, I guess it's going a little over board to kill Acciao, but what else could he do?

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Powarun: Magi is still Magi, she's just called Courtney... ^^;;

V.o.t.M: Aint' Acciaio cool?

GeneChildMewtwo: I don't know exactly how to pronounce the word, since I don't know French, but I pronounce it U-see-ae-ee-oe. ^^;;

Otto=ottO: *cringes* If Pokemon rebelled we'd all be dead.

Count von Dark: Who says Marty couldn't train a Torchic? Just because he's towards Mewtwos doesn't mean he'd be a bad trainer.

Crystalmaster Mike: Don't diss my Magikarp.

Dark Shaman: Welcome back! Now is we could only get Aquababe back we'd all be together again...

Darien Shields: lol, I can always rely on you to defend my Marty, eh? That was an interesting argument you made there... A little unaccurate, but good.

My goodness, this is a bit lengthy, eh? Enjoy!

~*~Chapter 19~*~

“MARTYYY!!! Inara’s hurt!!!” screamed a voice behind the two trainers. Both the boy and Mewtwo turned to see a mix of both their breeds dashing towards them in desperate flight. He nearly collided with them in his haste, and had to catch his breath before he could explain.

It was Marty’s friend Zac.

“What happened?” Marty demanded, jerking his body to face the hybrid fully. Zac’s furry human face had a fearful look on it as he righted himself.
“She had an argument with your dad, and he BEAT HER!!! Then he shouted that you were right, that she was just a Pokemon and had always been, and that he’d just married her to let you have proper upbringing… I don’t know why he said that.” The boy paused and ran a white fuzzy hand through his long purple hair, trying to calm down. Marty stared at him with a twisted mouth from mixed emotions.

“They were arguing whether or not you should go on your journey… Inara wanted you to go and be happy.” Zac said quietly. “So he beat her, and stabbed her with a Dark Matter blade. She’s alive, and we’re keeping her at my house until she’s better… She sends her love to you, and wishes you the best… Oh, and she sent you a gift!” The hybrid stuffed his hand into his pocket and fished around for the object. Marty watched in silence, and Acciaio stood several feet away, listening with interest.

The Mewtwo-hating boy gave a gasp at what was drawn out.

It was a beautifully made, hand crafted, brand new Ultra Ball, with a glistening black top and gold markings that reminded him of the coloration of an Umbreon. Zac enlarged the ball and pointed out the carved signature of the maker of it, and both of them noticed the purple M2 in small print on the bottom. The fact that the object was made by a Mewtwo almost changed Marty’s idea of accepting it.

However, the boy did take it, and to his surprise, the ball was already weighted with the presence of a Pokemon inside. His curiosity stirred as he wondered just what his “mother” had gotten him for his journey. He thought about opening it right then, but decided to wait until he had his Torchic, and gently lowered the living gift into his pocket.
“Yay. A ball. What fun.” He said dully, turning his back on his friend to start his journey. Zac grabbed his backpack to keep him from leaving.

“I’m not done yet! Come on, Marty, I’m never going to see you again! You could at least be decent to me for ONCE in your life!” the kid complained. Marty obliged reluctantly, his mind more on the murder he was about to commit than anything.
“What?”
“Can… I have your Mewtopia card collection?”
“…Sure.” Zac gave a loud whoop at this then continued.
“You’ll tell me all about your adventures, right? And maybe get me my own Pokemon?”
“Whatever Zac. I guess, if you want…” The hybrid whooped again, this time spinning in midair and almost hitting Marty with his thick purple tail.

As Marty watched his half-Mewtwo friend irritably, another idea crossed his mind. He firmly grabbed Zac’s black T-shirt and jerked him close.
“Do you have the blade used on Inara?” he whispered in the hybrid’s Mewtwo-like ear. Zac looked at him oddly.
“Why?”

Marty made a motion with his head in the direction of his traveling partner. As soon as the mix saw Acciaio, he gasped, getting the cyborg’s attention. The Mewtwo looked at him suspiciously as he got his red jacket from his dark blue backpack.
“Um… hey… Aio… Erm… What’s up?” asked Zac nervously. His only answer was an even colder look. The half Mewtwo turned back to his friend.
“What are you doing with a crazy killer like him?!” he hissed in Marty’s ear.
“He stole my Torchic. I’m getting it back.”
“You’re taking something that Acciaio’s claimed??? He’d kill you!”
“Not if I kill him first.”
“…How?”

Marty grinned evilly.
“That Dark Matter blade does wonders against Psychic Pokemon, you know… The injuries heal slowly by themselves, and since the blade has what makes a Dark Pokemon Dark, it hurts Mewtwos deeper than where the blade cuts. All I need is one good swing to knock out his one real arm, and poof! He can’t attack! All he knows is Shadow Ball, you know. And he can only make those with his real arm.”

Zac looked far from convinced, but he still drew the blade from his pocket. It was actually a large pocketknife, as Marty knew it would be since it had belonged to his dad. He also knew Zac would take it just for the sake of carrying a weapon around.

The trainer took the blade with a dark grin and stuffed it in his pocket. Everything was going perfectly. The Torchic was as good as his.

The pain Inara had suffered for him was already gone from the boy’s mind.

~*~*~

“C’mon Courtney! Evolve girl! Stop fighting it!” a very overweight man roared to his terrified Pokemon. His face was flushed with rage, and his hands were clenched as he watched the Magikarp disobey him.

Magi lay there trembling for a moment after fighting her evolution once more. She was getting better at it, but it still exhausted her, and these repetitive battles against all these wild Sentret were taking their toll. She didn’t know how much longer she could do this.
“Please… make him stop…” she whispered, but of course no one was there to hear her who could understand. Cursing, the man recalled his worn out Pokemon when the evolution failed. Magi found herself in the dark nothingness of a Pokeball for the umpteenth time that day. The man had wasted no time for this training.

He wanted his beautiful Magikarp to evolve into an even more beautiful Gyarados so that he would have an even better chance of winning. Magi needed a good set of attacks to impress the judges, however, and since he she had only recently learned how to use Tackle on land instead of just flopping, and that wouldn’t help her much. So, she was going through this torture until her master figured out that she would never, EVER, evolve.

~*~*~

The two trainers walked silently, each thinking their own thoughts. Not surprisingly, both planned on going on his journey alone, without his partner.

All Marty had to do was cut off Acciaio’s arm from behind, spin in front of him, and drive the blade into the cyborg’s chest. The Mewtwo couldn’t make a Barrier, so his plan was flawless! He’d get his Torchic before the day was done!

Acciaio was making his own plans. He had to somehow escape Marty, either by flight or attack, and make it to his true home in Mewtopia. There he could live the life he’d been stolen from, and perhaps even train his Torchic into the mighty Pokemon all trainers dreamed of. He also had to train himself to be able to fight again, then maybe, just maybe, he could avenge his parents’ death. That would be difficult, of course, since the one who killed them was such a skilled poacher…

They continued to the forest like this, both planning, both scheming. Two of the lowest and most hated creatures in the entire town, both mortal enemies, going into a black forest with no one to watch them…

They reached the forest by nightfall.

~*~*~

Marty stumbled through the darkness while Acciaio carefully walked around anything that could trip him. In the night air came the cries of various night Pokemon, some closer, some farther, but all of them made Marty feel uncomfortable. He got goose bumps when a Zubat came out of nowhere and brushed the back of his neck with its wings as it passed, and almost screamed when an angry Arbok rose out of the bushes and shot some sort of poisonous substance at them.

They both avoided it and fled farther into the forest.

After an hour of this, Marty was at his wits end. Acciaio was calmer, being a Pokemon himself, but felt a little uncomfortable traveling at night.

The human trainer suddenly spun around and confronted the Mewtwo behind him.
“That’s enough! We need to camp out and get some sleep, Mewtwo. Help me gather some firewood.” Acciaio silently agreed, and they collected the firewood together. The cyborg Mewtwo made the fire easily with some contraption in his mechanical hand. The flames frightened away the wild Pokemon as well as the darkness, and the two grew more comfortable.

While they sat there, neither hungry, neither trusting, Marty plucked the Pokeball with his Bulbasaur in it out of his pocket. The young Mewtwo across from him watched as he lay the Pokeball down near the fire.
“Wanna trade, Mewtwo? Your Torchic for my Bulbasaur? A Fighting Pokemon would die from your Psychic powers. My Bulbasaur wouldn’t.” His “partner” shook his head without a comment.

Marty shrugged and put the ball back in his pocket. Then he got his backpack and pulled out a thin, worn blanket.
“Mewtwo, go get some more firewood to keep the fire going through the night.” He commanded coldly. Acciaio eyed him, but did not obey.

Marty looked up angrily and took in the left half of the Mewtwo’s upper body once more. It always fascinated him how some human doctor somewhere, had made the Mewtwo a fake face and head to replace where it was destroyed or removed, a fake arm, and a chest plate. The stainless steel glittered in the light of the half moon, and the red eye sensor glowed eerily. He had always found the cruel Mewtwo completely bizarre, evil, and worthless, something to avoid and ignore, but now he wondered if he should keep some part of his prey as a trophy… Maybe to remember him by?

Marty laughed at the thought of carrying around some random chip or gear he found in the Mewtwo’s body in his pocket. That would certainly be interesting. He could show it off to his Pokemon and make them fear ever challenging his command. Maybe he could hunt Mewtwos for sport!

Suddenly in good humor, Marty smirked and slowly lifted himself.
“Fine, Mewtwo, fine… I’ll get the firewood. But you’ll regret it.” He said. Then, whistling, he wandered behind the large Pokemon as Acciaio stared into the fire. The boy carefully put his hand into his pocket and clasped his hand around the cold he’d been carrying. He stood there, holding it, and found himself unable to whistle anymore. The blade warmed in his hand, and as he pulled the black weapon out, it seemed like a little creature eager to kill. Oh, how he would help that creature do so. That Mewtwo would regret the day it decided to make him mad…

Sucking in his breath and fighting off all fear, Marty flung himself onto the Mewtwo, taking him completely by surprise. The knife at first scratched along the bony chest plate that covered Acciaio’s shoulder, but soon found its way into his arm, peeling away skin as it went in a bloody mess. The cyborg cried out in surprise at this sudden violent act and twisted his body away from his attacker.

Marty stood there shaking from his move and stared coldly at Acciaio, the Dark blade still in his hand. The Mewtwo was also shaking, and when he tried to lift his arm, he winced and had to let it fall again. Blood was splattered across his chest and dripped down his arm and leg. The wound was deep.

“I have you now, Mewtwo. You think you’re so clever, ruining my life. That’s all your breed does, though, so how could I expect different? Especially from the likes of you! Nobody will care if you die. You’re insane, and a murderer! You’d most likely die soon anyway from some crime… So I’ll just do you a favor!” The boy spat, gripping his blade tightly. Then, with a shout, he lunged toward his target again.

However, this time Acciaio was ready.

The Mewtwo neatly avoided Marty’s awkward dive and slammed his tail down onto the boy’s back. Marty was knocked to the ground, but had enough sense in him to roll away from another slam but the Mewtwo’s powerful tail.

{And you believe you are not insane?} Growled Acciaio irritably, gripping his arm in pain. The cyborg then closed his eyes and did his best to make a Recover move. A gentle glowing light surrounded him, but his arm healed little from the attempt.

During his move, Marty charged at his and attacked again, this time trying to sink the blade into the Mewtwo’s chest. However, the chest plate proved to be more than for looks, and the blade simply scratched the thick bone underneath. Acciaio angrily knocked him away and tried another Recover. This one failed as well.

“DIE MEWTWO!!!” Marty shouted with all his might. He ran again, but this time tripped over something in the darkness and lay still for a moment. Acciaio flew several yards away and tried a Recover again. This time it worked some. At least he could move his arm without being filled with agony.

As Marty lifted himself, he looked up to find a large rock rushing towards him. He could do nothing as it slammed into his face, knocking him down again. Nothing broke, but now Acciaio wasn’t the only one spilling blood. For a moment Marty couldn’t see.

He wiped the blood from his eyes and shuffled away from a second rock as he tried to let him mind clear. This was crazy. Of course the Mewtwo knew levitation! How could he forget that? Stupid stupid stupid!!! He thought miserably, ducking a third stone.

As soon as the fourth stone swept past, Marty leapt to his feet and sprinted to Acciaio as fast as he could. When he reached the Mewtwo, he was simply knocked several feet away by the Mewtwo’s tail and hit his head against a tree trunk. When he lifted himself, he was hit in the back of the head by a rough stone. Acciaio meant business.

The cyborg wasn’t thinking anymore. His mind had switched gears to attack mode like the robot he was, and he was now determined to get rid of his enemy. The loud thud that followed the throwing of his most recent stone, however, calmed the Mewtwo, and he let out a sigh of relief. His opponent was as good as dead.

~*~*~

Keshaa looked into the starry sky with wonder, his mind wandering on other things. Magi swam in her tank next to him, since she was more comfortable in the water. They regarded the night sky with silence for a while, but Magi decided to, in the end, speak what was on her mind.

“I’m never going to evolve.”

Keshaa turned to her, surprised at the outburst, and turned to face her.
“Why?” he asked curiously, giving her his full attention. “It would make our master happy.”
“Yes, I know. But… I feel like my evolution would bring doom to all. My dreams have been strange for a long time, Keshaa. I don’t understand half of them. But those I do understand are that if I were to evolve, our friendship would be in jeopardy. I might even kill you. I sometimes dream I’m a Gyarados, and my mind is full of anger and hate… and I see death all around me, and they all blame me for their lost lives… And I don’t care… I think I sometimes enjoy it…”

Magi shuddered at the thought. She never, ever wanted to see that many dead creatures in real life. Charred bodies, ripped things, and the pain from them filled her mind momentarily, and she quickly shoved these away. These sort of thoughts reinforced her desire to never evolve, and she planned to keep from evolving forever.

“I’m never becoming a Gyarados.” She said flatly. “Ever. I never want those things to happen, and I can’t do them as a Magikarp.”

Keshaa looked sadly at his friend through the glass of her tank. She looked very beautiful already, with her soft orange-gold coloration and her scales that glistened in the moonlight. Her eyes had more intelligence in them then her entire species, and she had wisdom that went far beyond most Magikarp. Why did their master push her so hard? She could win that beauty contest as she was! Keshaa thought desperately for a moment how he could help his friend, then an idea crossed his mind.
“Hey Magi, how would you like for me to talk to our master about it? He’s starting to understand things I say and gestures I make, so I bet I could tell him you don’t want to evolve ever! Would you like that?”
“Very much,” said Magi quietly, giving a slight grin.

They exchanged smiles, and then Keshaa turned away.
“Well, it’s late, and I need to get some sleep in my tank.” He murmured to his friend. Then he jumped off the table.

“Keshaa!” called Magi in a loud whisper.
“What?” He whispered back, looking up at her from the ground.
“Um… We haven’t slept together in a long time… and I was wondering…” Her voice trailed off with embarrassment.
“Of course I’ll sleep in your tank with you!” laughed the scarred Seadra. He coiled his tail and used it as a spring to get up onto the table. A second leap, and he was in the tank.
“I miss us being together too!” He grinned. “I suppose that’s what happens when you’re caught, eh? You get caught up in the fighting.”

The large Magikarp cuddled close to him silently and gave a loud sigh, as though she were relieved that he hadn’t turned her down. Keshaa took in her great size before he shut his eyes, full of wonder how a Magikarp could get that big. She was almost four feet long now, and had to weigh a ton. He was far smaller.

Keshaa wondered how he had managed to drag her to the boat of their master about… half a year ago? Had they been owned that long? It was incredible how time flew.

~*~*~

Marty’s head felt like it had been split in two. He had difficulty seeing, and even more difficulty getting up. As he struggled to onto his knees he felt everything spin, and his stomach tied into a knot from the motion. He coughed, or he thought he coughed… he couldn’t tell. What had happened?

Through the red mist in front of his eyes Marty made out the shape of a rock and the deep crimson blood around it and himself. Those things reminded the trainer of what was going on: Acciaio had nearly killed him. Or had the thing succeeded? Marty wasn’t sure. He just knew he felt like an Onix had tried to play golf with him… or something as painful.

Gasping, the boy felt around, trying to find something… he didn’t know what. As he crawled he lost what vision he had to the cursed blood fog. He paused as his stomach knotted again, and tried to cry out. As he sat there motionless on his hands and knees, he wondered if he’d made any sound…

Acciaio looked up from his inspection of the injury of his arm to see a pathetic excuse for a human sitting there on his knees, his raven black hair now drenched in blood. His face was also something of a wreck, both injuries thanks to the Mewtwo’s wonderful aim.

Acciaio now levitated another stone, planning on finally spilling the monster’s brains and ending his life forever. A jolt of pain in his arm made him stop however, and made him grip the wound with his mechanical arm. A bit of the blade had chipped off against his bones and was lodged in there somewhere, and it was a torturous pain that was making it harder and harder to attack. The cyborg gave a cold glance to his enemy, who was still sitting there, unmoving. He seemed to be watching his blood drip off his forehead.

Well, there was more than one was to kill a bug.

Acciaio was young, with the wide eyes of a child. His eye ridges were just beginning to form, and his body was just starting to gain the glossy coat and hard muscled body of a fully mature male Mewtwo. His tail, however, was past its years, and was already a deadly weapon as long as the rest of his body from head to foot. It was a very useful thing, and he was skilled with it.

It was this long tail he now used to lift a great log. It was this tail that he spun around to give his object extra speed. It was this tail that threw the mighty log to the very unaware Marty, marking his death. It was a perfect aim.

Marty’s mind was shifting to something unnatural to him. The rock had jolted something loose that he had long forgotten, and even though he felt himself slipping, a new skill suddenly replaced his sight. He could, somehow, sense his opponent. He could feel the energy the Mewtwo gave off, the Psychic ripples the Pokemon unintentionally made in the air. Because of this, he sensed Acciaio lift a heavy object and throw it at him. He automatically defended himself.

Acciaio’s grin left his face and turned to something of shock at Marty’s reaction to his attack. The boy lifted his head, his glazed eyes unseeing, to the log moving towards him. They were so unfocused, yet he looked as though he were watching it…

Then, suddenly, those eyes of his glowed… glowed ice blue… and the log was splintered into harmless pieces from a Barrier that came out of nowhere. The boy’s eyes stopped glowing, and he collapsed. He was unconscious after that.

The cyborg Mewtwo stood motionless for a second, having difficulty making himself understand what had just happened. Marty… was Psychic? A real Psychic? Hadn’t he heard listening from others’ conversations that the boy verbally abused anyone who even tried to use a trace of Psychic power? And yet he was one himself?

…Or had he not known?

Acciaio walked carefully over to his enemy and studied him. Marty’s face was turning slightly gray… He wasn’t going to last much longer with such a head injury. The cyborg thought for a moment, then carefully lifted his partner’s limp form and put it on his back.

He had planned on leaving Marty to die… That’s what he SHOULD do… But the surprising skill of this human filled the creature’s mind with questions, and he wanted answers. The only way he would get them would be to get the boy to talk. It would be hard, but he was going to find everything out he could about this kid… And maybe grow to understand humans a little more.

His one real arm dangling uselessly at his side, the crippled Mewtwo walked slowly into the depths of the forest to find any medicinal plants or helpful creatures he could. Marty lay cold and dying on his back, oblivious to the fact that his enemy was saving him.

It was daylight when their fight was over.

[Otto=ottO]

Ooooo.... Marty is psycho, Accioa is not psycho. Very strange...

Magi sucks, she should evolve. I'm tired so I can't reply any longer than this.

[GeneChildMewtwo]

Hmm... So Magi won't evolve, because she doesn't want to become as the other Gyarados were. But at the same time, couldn't she control the power? She could become a Gyarados, and not destroy everything... Her will is very strong. Although I have a feeling that the future holds something special for her... I wonder if the part that the Gold Kami has to play in this story will be revealed soon.

As for Marty and Acciaio... Maybe they can find a way to understand one another? That would be a nice thing to see... although it will take a lot of work on both sides for that to occur. Although... Marty proves his selfishness once again. He doesn't even care about what happened to his step-mother... Although it's not the same as a real mother but... still. Although I see now how infamous Acciaio was, since Zac didn't really hesitate to help Marty with his evil plan... What kind of kids live in society now?

Well, This was a very interesting chapter. I'll be looking forward to the next one!

[V.o.t.M]

Lordy, I sure dislike that keed. Why save him? The kids obviously only gunna try ta keel our poor cyber-mew again. And whats in the ball? Could it be Step moma herself? Or perhaps a Torchic? Heh, that would be irony.

Keed: I've finnaly killed that stoopid Mewtwo! His Birdy is mine! Now to see whats in this here ball...

Pop!

Birdy #2: Peep!

Keed: Ummm....

Bulby: Oh Master! You and your wacky hyjinks!

(Insert canned laughture!)

Keed: Quite you! (Kicks Bulby)

(More canned laughture)

I need more story!

[Crystalmaster Mike]

The irony! The Psycho-Pokémon Hater is a Psycho(ic) himself! Very descriptive battle there! Thumbs up!

Gotta go now! School's calling!

[Darien Shields]

Curiouser and Curiouser.

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

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

[Powarun]

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

[Darien Shields]

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

[Ultra_Poke2000]

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

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

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

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

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

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

[Ultra_Poke2000]

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

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

[ralts_mudkip]

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

[demosdemon]

I approve Shadowed Mewtwo!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

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

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

~*~Chapter 20~*~

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

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

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

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

Then, his beloved mother faded away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marty had finally fallen unconscious again.

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

Keahi looked ready to cry.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[GeneChildMewtwo]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keep it up!

[Darien Shields]

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

[Otto=ottO]

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

[ralts_mudkip]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Keep it up!

You took the words right of my fingertips. what can i say? keep writing!

[Powarun]

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

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

[Doomykins]

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

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

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

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

[V.o.t.M]

Yay! New chapter! Now I can write again!

Aw, Marty misses his biological mama.

*Everyone goes aww*

Aw, Cyber Mew nearly left him to rot.

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

Whoosh!

[Crystalmaster Mike]

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

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

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

[Zenith Magus]

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

[Darien Shields]

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

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

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

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

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

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

Otto=ottO: Well thank you very much!

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~Chapter 21~*~

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

[Doomykins]

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

[V.o.t.M]

Ha! The Marty Zone!

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

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

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

Fish nightmares are the worst kinda nightmares!

[GeneChildMewtwo]

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

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

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

[Crystalmaster Mike]

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

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

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

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

[Ultra_Poke2000]

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

neway, keep up the good work!bye!


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

[ralts_mudkip]

"I am not afraid of you, room!"

My sister would find it awfully familiar, she went somewhere like that once, only the whole house was white! almost every thing in it was white. except the people in it of course, who were more brownish pink.

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

KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK!!!

[Otto=ottO]

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

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

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

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

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

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

Crystalmaster Mike: *Sits there grinning*

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

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

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

Woo! Here's a biggun!

~*~Chapter 22~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

A Darcmu.

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

“GET OFF ME YOU DUMB MEWTWO!!!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

Joe petted him without even realizing it.

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

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

Joe took all this in without thinking.

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

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

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

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

The Nurse left Joe and his Seadra in shock.

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Marty wasn’t sure what it was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Crystalmaster Mike]

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

[Doomykins]

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

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

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

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