Weak Might

[Crystalmaster Mike]

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

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

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

[V.o.t.M]

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

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

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

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

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

Mwahahaha....

[Krystalline Kabutops]

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

[Otto=ottO]

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

[ralts_mudkip]

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

[Team Rocket's Lugia]

Shadowed mewtwo, where are you?

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

Oh and that picture is soooo cute, thanks!

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

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Where am I? In prison! ><

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

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

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

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

[V.o.t.M]

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

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

~*~Chapter 26~*~

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

Acciaio must have used Recover on him.

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

And also, that bag was no more.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But there was no way out…

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

His mother was being skinned alive.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[V.o.t.M]

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

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

[Crystalmaster Mike]

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

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

[Mew Trainer Rose]

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

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

[GeneChildMewtwo]

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

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

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

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

[Espeon12]

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

[Ace Blaze]

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

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

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

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

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

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

~*~Chapter 27~*~

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Acciaio looked dead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The poacher had cut it out.

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

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

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

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

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

Off went the already bloody arm.

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

It didn’t make sense.

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

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

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

The poacher just laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your brain.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

Acciaio awoke with a jerk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This time Acciaio was spared from having to dream.

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

… Yeah right!

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

Yes, that was what he’d do. Go home.

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

Soft?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He had no idea what was going on.

[Mew Trainer Rose]

so...much...going on....

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

[Crystalmaster Mike]

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

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

Those... are my two cents.

[Ace Blaze]

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

[GeneChildMewtwo]

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

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

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

[ralts_mudkip]

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

*Reads Chapter*

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

... Just a thought...

[V.o.t.M]

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

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

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

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

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

... Yeah.

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

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

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

[Ultra_Poke2000]

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

[Crystalmaster Mike]

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

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

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