Weak Might

[V.o.t.M]

Whoa! That is a messed up punk kid! If HE had wound up catching Hakujo (Though I doubt he would, hating Mewtwos and whatnot. He'd probably of laughed and left 'em to rot.) then that kid woulda experienced head exploady the moment Big H was outta his ball.

Really, that kid ticks me off. I bet he's gunna have a close encounter of the Mewtwo kind very, VERY soon.

And I'll just laugh and laugh, on into the night!

[Darien Shields]

Oh Yeah! This kind of racist abuse I whole heartedly support (Not racist, but don't like Mewtwo's). IfI were him I'd sneak back with an Ultra Ball, catch Inara, and hide her inside a pot plant. That'll teach the filthy Monster. Are you going to make terms like Pocket Monster become a swear word, like um... well, and example I can use is Mud Bloods. Ooh, I have a question, if Mewtwo are half human, half pokemon, can you get three quarter human, one quarter pokemon? Or seven eight human, one eighth pokemon? That Scyther should so have been made a trainer. Of course, he didn't have hands, I admit that's a drawback, but... Why does a Mewtwo have more rightthan say an Alakazam? Can some Mewtwo still be caught and trained? Is their level discrimination between Mewtwo? lol, that'd be funny, i can picture all the "Level 5 Rights" campeigners. Ahahaha. What level is yer average Mewtwo then? Presumabley most of them won't be that strong, otherwise their'd have been a lot of attacks and stuff. What about Psychic humans? Are they still about? Could they be considerred Mewtwo?

[Darien Shields]

Marty isn't a jerk! How the hell would you feel if someone forced you to live with someone you hate? If you were beaten for not lieing and pretending you like them? How would you feel if somebody could invade your privacy like that? I'm not saying it's Inara's fault, ubt Marty's no jerk, even if he had no great reason to hate her origionally, being made to live with someone you hate and obey their rules and what not... It's like having a "Wicked Stepmother" from Cyndirela. Bessides, Mewtwo een't people, and being made to obey one is... demeaning. Would you even hate Marty if SM had started writing about him *after* he left home? I think if any of us were beaten we'd have some undesirable traits.

In Short, don't blame Marty.

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Hmm... I wonder how many people posted... *trots in*
*sees three new pages*
*faints*

Wow!! People are having arguments and conversations about my story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! MEEP!!! *feels honored*

Powarun: No... no Deoxys in my stories yet. ^^;; Not until I see its personality and life story in the anime.

V.o.t.M: I'll laugh too.

Dark Shaman: Thanks! ^^

Crystalmaster Mike: *chuckles* You're clever with your correct thoughts of Inara...

Doomykins: *grins evilly back* "Golden boy" eh? Yes, that WOULD be fun to see...

Darien Shields: o_O;; Do you hate Mewtwos or something??? I like how you're defending Marty, but you were just all excited about him hating Mewtwos in your first post... O-O;; Just to let ya know, Mewtwos play a huge part in this story!

Ultra_Poke2000: Hakujo is the name of Vappy's Mewtwo. ^^

Otto=ottO: LOL! Yes, let's all hate Marty's dad! *throws a random object*

stickachu: Hey! A new reader!!! Welcome!! *throws a party* I'm so happy you like my story!

Raichu748: O_____O Meep!! Another reader!!! *is handed the cake* *smells the cookies baking* OMG thank you!! ^^;; *eats some cake* This is delicious! You're so kind! I really appreaciate it!!!... and welcome!! ^^;;

Alright, enough arguing peeps! Here's some more story!




~*~Chapter 15~*~

A furry, human-looking boy sat staring at his wonderful card collection of Mewtopians. His white face looked exactly like any human’s despite the fuzz and the almost Mewtwo ears on his head. Long, dark, purple hair was held in a loose ponytail, and what was free fell over his face. His hands were human as well, however, they were also covered with white fur. Large Mewtwo feet were covered by a long purple tail, but his legs were just like a human’s. The boy wore a shirt with one of the many Pokemon Masters on it, and a dirty pair of jeans.

The boy glanced up as another boy, this one pure human, ran down the street. A heavy green backpack caused him to bend over as he ran along, gasping for breath. He had obviously been running for a while.

Curious, the Mewtwo mix put his things down, levitated himself into the air, and flew easily over to the other boy. The boy glanced at him, but neither stopped nor slowed. He was very much determined to reach his destination.
“What’s up?” asked Zac, the mix. The other boy, Marty, finally stopped and tried to catch his breath.
“Gotta… get… Pokemon… license… become… trainer… before… caught…” he gasped, and suddenly collapsed on the ground.

Zac picked him up.
“Your pack’s too heavy Marty! Mew above! How in the world did you run with it???” He cried out in alarm, almost collapsing himself. When Marty made no reply, he levitated himself again, this time with much more difficulty. Then he flew off to Professor Two’s lab, carrying the exhausted Marty on his back.

~*~*~

“Zale, use your Water Gun!” commanded Keshaa’s master enthusiastically. The Seadra responded by squirting a small yet powerful jet of water at the opposing Slugma. With a bubbly cry, the lava bug fell into a gooey pile of muck, very much fainted.
“Oozoo!!” Zale said enthusiastically, sticking his scaled chest out with pride. His heavy trainer chuckled at this boastful gesture.
“It’s just a Fire Pokemon, Zale! No reason to act like ya killed Zapdos or something!”

The rival trainer, however, was not amused.
“You just had a type advantage, meanie!”
“Muk spit!” cursed the massive trainer, glaring. “This’s the best Seadra in the whole city boy! The best! An’ I’m sure you’ve never seen a Magikarp like THIS either!”

A Pokeball, glittering red and white in the sun, was dropped onto the ground with a muffled thud from the sea grass. It opened on impact, letting loose a beam of light. The light quickly took shape and form, then became a fish.
“Magikaaarp…” cooed a HUGE Magikarp, flopping eagerly on the ground. Her orange-gold scales looked like individual pieces of treasure as they glittered with a healthy sheen, and she was able to flop especially high for her breed. However, the thing that took the boy’s breath away the most was the SIZE of the Magikarp. She had to be twenty pounds at least, and this size of a fish was not found around the bay. For a Magikarp, she was beautiful.
“Meet Caitlyn! The biggest, prettiest, most fit Magikarp in the whole bay! A prize not even the best trainer could show! I found her far out at sea with Zale. The two of them are a fine pair of friends, they are! I couldn’t ask for better Pokemon!”

Keshaa and Magi cried out their support, while the boy silently recalled his Slugma. He gave a respectful nod, tossed the man half his money, and waltzed off to the Pokemon Center.

The master in turn gave his Pokemon each a treat, though Magi had done nothing, praised them, then took them to go swimming.

Magi and Keshaa had the most blissful lives they could ever hope for.

~*~*~

Slowly, the darkness that enveloped Marty’s mind began to clear. The black turned grey, then rust, then green. He began to see grass greener than any he had seen before, a few milky white stones, and a tiny everyday caterpillar. The little bug crawled along, close to his nose, and its hairs tickled his skin gently with the grass.

Suddenly, another nose pressed itself close to the caterpillar. It was orange, with wide, flaring nostrils like a dragon’s, and the mouth under it had a single sharp tooth sticking out. Marty looked up carefully to find himself staring into a pair of blue eyes that could only belong to the fiery Charmander. The little creature noticed his gaze and jumped away with surprise.

Marty slowly got up, wiped some black hair out of his face, and looked at the little fire lizard curiously. Beside the orange reptile were the other fire starters, all looking at him with interest and fear.

The bird, the mouse, and the lizard sat comfortably there before him, and Marty’s heart ached for one of them. He loved Fire type Pokemon more than any other. Their power, spunky personality, and determined loyalty were the most common traits of the flaming Pocket Monsters. He loved them. He wanted them…

Marty slowly walked over to the Pokemon so he wouldn’t scare them. Then, he reached down and gently stroked the little Fire bird. It made a soft cheep and leaned into his hand, making him smile. He wanted Torchic most of all. It was almost impossible to get Pokemon from the distant continent of Hoenn, and the chance to raise something most trainers of Kanto and Johto had never seen before would leave him at an advantage.

The shadow of another presence made Marty look up, then gasp in shock. There before him stood smiling a rather tall female Mewtwo in a lab coat. She held two starter Pokemon, a Bulbasaur and a Mudkip, in her arms, and was studying him curiously.

“I take it that you are Marty Larnezz. Your father recently called and informed me that you were coming, and are going to be a Pokemon trainer,” she said pleasantly, lowering the two starters to the ground. They clumsily crawled out of her arms and walked over to the Fire types. The rest of the starters were now staring at him fearfully behind their master.
“You will call me Professor Two. I am to be the caretaker of your extra Pokemon unless my title is withdrawn, whereas your Pokemon will be sent to Professor Oak. You can trust both of us.” She added this last part because Marty was starting to look offended.

As if by some natural impulse, or perhaps just a telepathic order, the rest of the starter Pokemon (a Treecko, a Chikorita, a Squirtle, and a Tododile) ran over to Marty and gave little cries of excitement as soon as she finished saying this.
“These are your choices, Mr. Larnezz. You may only have one Pokemon, so that the others that will come throughout the year will have a chance. Since you are first, however, you have an unfair advantage, so I am going to make it a little fairer by making your choosing of your starter a little challenging…”

Once again simultaneously, all the starter Pokemon got up and walked away. Marty watched them go sadly, wishing he could just take his Torchic and be done with it. Professor Two was just trying to make it fair though, which he had to admit was a wise thought for a Mewtwo.

~*~*~

Marty’s pockets now bulged as he stood absently listening to Professor Two’s rules. He had been given five Pokeballs and a Pokedex, items that every trainer should start with. He fingered one of these balls as the Mewtwo talked, trying to grow accustomed to the smooth, round spheres that would soon hold living, breathing creatures.

“You are to treat your Pokemon with respect. Be obedient to Gym Leader’s laws. Never steal. Never use your Pokemon for the upper hand in an argument. Don’t capture Pokemon in certain areas. Keep alert, or you’re dead. There are strange things out there, and with Pokemon constantly changing, there’s no telling what will pop up next…”

Marty fought back the smart remark that popped up in his head from this sentence. Though he loathed Professor Two’s species, he found she herself was a very respectable individual. She avoided things that annoyed him, and had a sure, proud personality that made him less annoyed that she was his equal. She was just, just, naturally dominant. He also noticed that she used her Psychic powers a LOT, and with great skill. He could easily be killed if he made her angry.

In his mind Marty compared the two female Mewtwos Inara and Professor Two. One was bold and one was shy. One was polite but unafraid, while the other was loving yet somehow terrified of him. One couldn’t care less about him after this because she didn’t know him, and the other would most likely worry about him the rest of her life…

Marty shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts of his stepmother. He hated her. He couldn’t think of her feelings about him. He WOULDN’T!! She was scum, as was this “Professor” who was giving him his starter. Mewtwo’s should never have been made in the first place!

Professor Two paused at Marty’s sudden, out of place outburst. He didn’t seem to realize he had made it, however, and was staring blankly at the floor. She frowned at it, but decided not to mention that he had just said such a horrible thing about her people. He probably hadn’t meant it. However, it brought up Mewtwos in general, so she placed the laws about them last.

“And finally,” she said, slamming down a Pokeball and causing Marty to jump out of his daydream. “You will NEVER EVER catch a Mewtwo!! They are, currently, considered people, even if a Pokeball still works on one. You will be arrested. And,” here she glared darkly, “Even if the rule were to be dropped, which I suspect will happen someday soon, catching a Mewtwo is foolishness. You either force it, or befriend it. If you force it, it will most likely either kill you of simply run away. If you befriend it, a very rare thing, the two of you will most likely form a telepathic bond, which can be dangerous. Sometimes bonds grow so strong, you see, that you feel each other’s pain. If one is killed, the other dies. Get it?”

Marty nodded quietly. He hadn’t actually meant to ever think about capturing a Mewtwo, but now the idea was there. He would certainly be a stronger trainer with one, if he could tame it… and if they’d be put back in their place as Pokemon.

“And now that the rules are completed, it is time for you to choose your Pokemon…” said the Professor casually, leading Marty away.

It was a funny thing how Marty had not seen a building yet. The Professor seemed to live and study outside, like a wild Pokemon. They had been in the forest through his whole visit, ever since he had woken up from his exhausted collapse. The Pokeballs and Pokedex had been teleported into her hands—he had no idea where they’d come from.

They were now walking through this forest, away from the grassy patch he’d first seen and into the dark depths of the wild. As they walked along the air grew colder from the lack of sunlight. The branches were so closely interwoven he could see no sky whatsoever, making the entire place eerie. Marty gave a small shudder because of this.

They stopped at a place where the trees were a little farther spread apart. The ground under Marty’s feet was moist here, and he felt himself almost sinking in it. The muck was covered with moss, a few weeds, and a great deal of dead underbrush that poked through his jeans and into his sensitive, pale skin.

The Mewtwo, however, did not seem to mind, and to Marty’s surprise, let her small feminine feet sink into the mud with out thought. A second shock made him quiver as her mind entered his.
{Welcome, human, to the true world of Pokemon. Here, we are the masters, and you are a MOUSE before us! Your dream is to be a Master most likely, but first you must gain the skills. To get your first Pokemon, human, you must pass this test.} She said in a cold, telepathic voice.

Marty stared as the Mewtwo’s eyes glowed, and with a broad sweep of her arm, all the starters appeared before them. He had never seen a Mewtwo able to do such a thing before.
{You are to capture one of these Pokemon, and only one, if you can do even that. You have this entire forest to search for the one you desire, and these starters are trained not to struggle when sucked into a Pokeball. Wild ones will not. Once you capture a Pokemon, I will install you license into you Pokedex. Goodbye.}

Before Marty could speak, the Professor Teleported away, and all the starters scattered before him. Then, an extra Pokeball appeared before him, with an odd purple marking on top of it. He picked the cold orb up and enlarged it with a click of its button. The purple spot turned into the symbol M2. The ball had been created by some company in Mewtopia most likely, where the Mewtwos still disliked people and thought themselves superior. They made little marks like that on their products.

Marty frowned with disgust, pressed the button again, and put the now tiny Pokeball into his pocket. He didn’t trust items made by Pokemon. ESPECIALLY items made by Mewtwos. He pulled out another Pokeball, this one clean of any marking whatever, and smiled at its plain red-and-white coloration. That was much better!

Enlarging the Pokeball, he twisted his mouth into a crooked grin, and marched into the depths of the forest, his shoes making sucking noises in the mud as he went.

[V.o.t.M]

That darned keed! He actually dared, even just for a second, to THINK aboot catching a Mewtwo, in this day and age? This injustace shall be avenged! As soon as I find new batteries for me game boy!

Write more! Faster! I'm in a writers slump and reading dis inspires meh! Whoosh!

And yes, the Flareon Hybrid is mah friend. He make me laugh.

[V.o.t.M]

Whats-his-face has the right idea with wanting Torchic. Of all of the carpy looking Pokes in R/S, Blaziken (Ze final evolution of little Fire chicky) is the coolest looking thing EVA! Though that extra fluff on Its crotch does make me suspious...of somthing.

I can imagin the brat and bird's relationship:

Keed: "So Chirpy, you want this here donut?"

Chirpy: "Peep! "

Keed: "Well Chirpy, NO! I laugh at your pathetic Pokemon gulibility! Here I go! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Chirpy: (Cries)

From that day forward, Chirpy vowed to have It's horrible revenge. HORRIBLE revenge.

2 Months later...

Keed: "Wow Chirpy! You've evolved into a Blaziken! Wanna beat up my step mom for me? Its fun on a bun!"

Chirpy: "IKEN!" (Eats brat's head)

And everyone lived happily ever after.

My brain is a magical place, filled with sarcasim and murder.

I want new chappys! I'm so alone! Need story!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

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

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

^^;; New, short chappy!

~*~Chapter 16~*~

These weren’t ordinary woods.

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

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

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

Charmander.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

Acciaio.

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

Death was too good for him.

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

[V.o.t.M]

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

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

Third degree burns?

Cannibals?

Angry papa?

Gold Kami?

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

The horror.

[V.o.t.M]

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bulbasaur: Bulbasaur! (Please love me!)

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

Bulby: Saur. (Weep)

Ha! This mental image amuses me!

(Edit:Added more stuff)

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

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

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

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

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

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

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

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

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

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

Darien Shields: *chuckles*

~*~Chapter 17~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

However, he never expected what came out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was the Pokemon from her dream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And she could do nothing. NOTHING!!!

[Crystalmaster Mike]

Hehe...

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

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

[V.o.t.M]

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

Sooo....

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

...Or Mewtwos. Peep!

[V.o.t.M]

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

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

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

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

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Anywho, more story! Yay! Love me!

~*~Chapter 18~*~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

And that is just what the trainer did.

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

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

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

~*~*~

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

The dark forest ahead never looked more welcoming.

[V.o.t.M]

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

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

Anyways...

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

[AndrewPDes]

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

[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!

[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.

[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!

[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...

[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.

[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!

[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.

[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!

[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.

[V.o.t.M]

Gasp! Pokeblock overdose!
Gasp! Human is still a soulless bastard!
Gasp! Krazy man is going to pop the Mewtwo town!
Gasp! LEMONY FRESHNESS!
Gasp! Newmew! Too kwet!

If I was Acciaio, I woulda ditched that annoying meaty human the first chance I got. Also, Magi has kooky dreams. KOOKY dreams indeed.

AND....Year O' da Clones! WHEE!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

*huggles* Thankee for requesting that pic CM! ^^

(The following writing contains slight spoilers!)

And now, an announcement...

*Walks away* *comes back dragging and shoving many of her main characters, who are all wearing sombreros, in front of her readers*

Me: I'm going to Mexico this week! I will be building homes for people who do not have them, and will most likely be burned alive from the sun or die of sickness or injury. ^^;; Perhaps next weekend when I get back I'll be able to finish before my parents drag my tattered remains into a vacation of roller coasters... oo;;

Marty: *wearing a sombrero with pink edges* Don't say a word...

Acciaio: *stifles a chuckle* That suits you perfectly, human...

Ashes: *wearing a Mexican hat and shirt* Well, this is the oddest situation I've ever been put in... oo;;

Magi and Keshaa: *both hidden under a rather large sombrero* hello? We're stuck!

Currently nameless cloaked villain: *also wearing a pink edged sombrero* I'm going to kill Shadowed Mewtwo for this when she gets back...

Brute and Keahi: *wearing little sombreros* oO;;

Evil figure's two Darcmu: *look over at Ashes and Acciaio* Heheh... *lick lips*

Ashes and Acciaio: OO;;;;;;;;

Kidea (As a Darcmu! Woo!): *growls* Leave them alone! I'm not afraid to fight you two...

Marty: *notices Acciaio is wearing no sombrero* HEY!!! That's not fair! Why isn't Aio wearing a hat?!

Acciaio: Because I'm special...

Might: A creature as powerful as I should not have to go through such embarrassment... -_-;;

Slave: I dunno, these are kinda nice! It is hot out, and they are well made...

Foul: *is staring at Marty* If Shadowed Mewtwo had not instructed me otherwise, you would be dead...

Marty: oo;; Why?

Foul: ALL HUMANS MUST DIE!!! *blows up the area they're in in a sudden surge of anger*

*all Kamis make a Barrier to shield everyone else from the brutal attack*

Me: ^^;; Well, this was a bad idea...

[V.o.t.M]

Poo I say! What did Mexico ever do for me? Besides inventing those tasty Choco Tacos? *Drool*

Have "Fun"

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

I'm back! It's good to see that everyone likes my little joke!And thanks Dari for the review! Sure you can leave it up! ^^ Be sure to tell me when you rate the second part though!

~*~Chapter 23~*~

The Lost Kami had finally stopped crying. She now hung limply in the nothingness, absorbed in the sorrow of the memory of her father. How long ago had it been since she had allowed such things to enter her pained mind? And what was this Magikarp doing here, proclaiming it knew her father when SHE knew he had been dead for fifty years?! Foul the Seer… Could it possibly be able to communicate to the deceased? Was that why it was here, in the empty void that souls sometimes find themselves stuck in when they are almost dead but not quite? Or was it for some reason dying…

Magi watched the silver and black Mewtwo calm down and turn to study her suspiciously. Thankfully, the wild violence the Kami had once had was now absent, and she did not seem to want to kill her anymore. She watched her expression change from suspicion to surprise to sorrow to an odd mixture of eagerness and fear. Then she stopped crying completely. Slowly, deliberately, the Kami straightened herself and lowered her golden arms to her sides.

“You swear you have met my father? My DEAD father, who left this world long ago? A big shining yellow Mewtwo with three black scars down the left of his face and a blind eye? His tail and stomach are a reddish brown, and toward the base of his tail it fades to a dark dark almost mustard yellow. He also has a nick in his right ear.”

Magi frowned as she tried to think of such specific details, but she found her poor memory blurred his features.
“I don’t remember,” she finally said, feeling guilty. “I don’t think I paid that much attention to details. I’ve… never seen a ‘Mewtwo’ before I saw him.” The two female Pokemon looked at each other for a moment leaving an oppressing silence. Then the Lost Kami spoke again.
“Were you awed by his glimmering beauty? Did he look at you with eyes so dark you could hardly tell they were blue, yet they filled you with peace and content? Did he have a long black scar down the center of his face? Those things are what I remember of my father most.”

Magi was surprised at how right she was about how the Gold Kami made her feel inside. She was also relieved to recognize the mental image of the black scar that stood out so plainly on his golden face. As she pictured the details, the rest of his features cleared up, and she say him as though he were standing there right at that moment. The sight of him relieved her of her stress.
“Yes, that is him…” She murmured softly, remembering his smile, remembering his pain… Where was he?

“Then you can communicate with the dead.”

The statement struck Magi hard. ‘Communicate with the dead’?! What in the world??? Ashes wasn’t dead! He was alive, and he had saved her! He had spoken to her like he knew her, and she had had to watch the agony he would have to go through in the future!

Or… had all that she dreamt happened in the past…

“He’s… dead…?” Magi questioned, not wanting to believe it. Shadow, the Lost Kami, nodded her head slowly. Pain was beginning to fill her features.
“He died fifty years ago for saving our enemy…”

Magi was even more confused. Enemy? Their enemy? Or just his and her enemy? What was this enemy? Had it attacked him, or someone else? What in the world was she talking about?!

However, Shadow did not leave such an odd sentence hanging, and sorrowfully began to explain. In her vast knowledge, the Kami explained almost everything, as though she knew Magi knew nothing.
“There is a monster that was cloned from Mewtwos to destroy Mewtwos… It nearly did once, if a Shining blue Mew had not been born specifically to destroy it. That was long past, though, and is a practically forgotten time when there was no Mewtopia and only a few Mewtwos cloned from Mewtwo by Mewtwo.” The Lost Kami nearly got off topic with her great knowledge of the past, but caught herself before overwhelming Magi completely with more information than the Magikarp could handle. Instead she merely skimmed her species’ past so that Magi could have a firm grip on what she was getting into.
“Well, at first there was only one Darcmu, and that Darcmu almost wiped out our breed. Even surviving and winning the first attack of them, our numbers had been dwindled to about three or four and they were all males, so doom was upon us. However, the horrible slaughter also brought attention to what few Mewtwos there were, and humans began to clone us and created females so that we could continue on our own. Giovanni also began to clone like mad, making horrific monsters of Mewtwos and hybrids of anything he could to try and make the perfect bio-weapon.

“During that time, however, while the Mewtwo’s numbers grew, the single Darcmu fell in love with a Houndoom, and together they made many little NewMew that grew into Darcmu themselves. Their numbers increased, but they did not hunt Mewtwos until they felt sure of their numbers. Then, they made a surprise attack and nearly succeeded in wiping the Mewtwo race out a second time. If it weren’t for the Ice Kami, we would all be dead. However, if it weren’t for my father, the Ice Kami would have succeeded in destroying every Darcmu alive. Such an act caused him his life…” Shadow hung her head, unable to say more.

Such an end sounded slightly like the Magikarp’s dreams…

The thought made Magi want to weep.

~*~*~

Walking slowly through the forest were two figures: one of a young male human, and one of a young male Mewtwo. The two made a horrible racket, and so much noise kept all Pokemon away from them. This wasn’t that bad a decision.

Marty walked along as fast as he could, his new NewMew on his shoulder. Kidea, whose name was simply the first halves of the words “Kind Death”, had quickly won her master’s appreciation, though she hadn’t actually done anything herself. It was more of what her presence had done to the boy’s assigned traveling partner that made him so happy to have her.

Acciaio had automatically lost when he became too frightened to battle at the sight of the baby Darcmu. The cyborg Mewtwo now had to accept his fate, and stumbled behind Marty without complaint. However, the thought of being a Mewtwo hater’s slave was far from appealing.

A rope was tied around his main neck and had already been pulled so hard his skin was raw. He was also still weak and completely helpless—his real arm was badly injured from the dark blade and his mechanical arm was broken at the elbow where he could no longer use it. He was very much at Marty’s mercy, and was frightened to realize that if he was not given some sort of treatment to revive himself he was doomed to die.

Marty gave no sign that he cared.

“Keep up, Mewtwo,” the boy growled as Acciaio stumbled for the hundredth time that day. The Mewtwo silently complied as best he could, too hurt and frightened to really care about how low he looked. Besides, even if he had been healthier, prouder, more ready to resist, Kidea crumbled every bit of his will. He had no choice but to obey and pray that he didn’t make Marty angry enough to have the NewMew attack him.

They continued their unmerciful pace until nightfall.

~*~*~

The two days went horribly slow for the eager poacher, but he had learned the importance of patience long ago, and did not hurry in his task. He removed his cloak only to bathe and feed, and made sure to hide himself in the shadows of the forest when he did so. He would let not even his own Pokemon see himself.

His Darcmu for the most part simply wandered, and would sometimes come back with a nice little fur from some rare Pokemon, perfectly cut off so their master could sell it. However, they were only praised when they managed a Mewtwo pelt, though this was difficult for them, and were often sent back with their long tails tucked between their legs like some abused Growlithe. Their master had no pity for them.

However, the Darcmu were welcomed the second day as their trainer declared it the day of their hunt. The black shadows of Pokemon flashed their teeth in bloodthirsty grins and their eyes glowed a horrible pale green in their violent delight at his decision. He grinned back at them, though his smile was hidden in the darkness of his cloak. Then, they began their plan…

~*~*~

Zac was very close to getting a haircut. He hated that it was the “fashion for hybrids today” to let their hair grow long no matter what age or gender they were. His hair was driving him crazy! It went in all directions and was too thick for a comb to do anything—the best he could do was to put it in a poorly made pony tail. That made him feel like a girl!

Zac glanced at the black blade which he had left on his dresser. The thing looked long and deadly… a perfect Mewtwo killer. But it could also be used for good things if in the proper hands… like haircuts…

The Mewtwo hybrid shook his head and covered his furry human face. He didn’t dare touch that thing again, since while going home he had accidentally cut himself with it. The wound felt like it had been made with an evil ice that could never melt, and indeed, the pain still hadn’t gone away. It was disturbing how his flesh turned black from the blade…

Zac shivered at the sight and turned away. It was just a little cut, but it had been enough to teach him the danger of such a deadly blade. He would not use it even for fashion emergencies, no matter how great they were. He would just have to live with long hair.

The hybrid easily made his ponytail with slender human fingers, then grabbed the picture he had gotten from Marty’s bed and dashed to the other side of the hallway where Inara slept. It was morning, true, but she was a Mewtwo, and Mewtwo usually awoke at the crack of dawn unless they were injured or something. She had recovered enough where such things shouldn’t keep her in slumber.

Still, Zac was polite and opened the door quietly to see if she was indeed awake.

Inara was very much awake and was limping around the room sobbing over everything that had happened. She was a depressing sight, what with her new scars and still unhealed bruises, but she would come out okay in the end. Zac’s father, being a Mewtwo like Inara, knew exactly how to heal such injuries as the ones she had acquired. His dad was as stubborn as anything and had refused to take Inara to a hospital, but the female Mewtwo had actually been very happy to stay in the mixed family’s house. Only recently had she started becoming depressed with how she had been used in what she had once considered her family.

Zac was afraid to bother her, seeing her so miserable. Her slender body shook as she continued to cry, and her dark violet eyes were soaked with a never-ending stream a tears.
“This is the story of a girl,
Who cried a river and drowned the whole world…” Zac sang with a quiet sadness as he watched his guest. The hybrid sorrowfully decided to leave Inara alone after witnessing her state, and accepted his lack of knowledge of Marty’s real mother. Such questions would probably make Inara feel even worse.

Yet as Zac turned to leave Inara heard him shut the door, and invited him inside. The Mewtwo human mix looked carefully into the room and gave a sheepish grin before accepting her offer. He walked in carefully, feeling as awkward with a crying Mewtwo as he had felt with Marty’s dad. Yet he knew Inara could be trusted, for he had met her before and always loved how gentle she was for a Mewtwo.

Indeed, Inara sat there on her bed at that moment with a loving grin on her face despite the tears that still fell down her cheeks. She welcomed Zac and thanked him sincerely for letting her stay at his house, and asked about his father and mother. It was small talk, but it helped Inara out as they chatted about little things, like Pokemon training and things that were going on in the town.

Inara cheered up greatly as she chatted with Zac, and her pleasure of his company surprised him. She lost all sadness in no time, and was soon as content as ever. She played with his hair and made it a little neater for him, then gave him tips on how to keep his fur straight. They talked for a long time, for Zac was unsure how to raise the questions he had. The picture he hid.

Finally, though, the young boy began his questions.
“Um… Inara…” he began uncertainly as he watched her brush his tail.
“Yes?” she asked pleasantly, not looking up. Zac gulped.
“What… was in the Ultra Ball?” It wasn’t the question he had planned to ask. In fact, he hadn’t thought of the Ultra Ball until now, and the chosen topic surprised him. It also surprised Inara. She looked at him uncomfortably, and she answered in telepathic speech as though she wanted no one to overhear their conversation anymore.
{Why do you want to know?} She sounded awkward. Zac, noting her change in speech, also switched to telepathy.
{I don’t know, Inara… It just popped up in my head. What could you possibly give to Marty that has to be captured in an Ultra Ball? Wouldn’t a powerful Pokemon hurt him?}

Inara set the brush down between them and studied Zac quietly. Her smile was gone, and her pleasantness went with it. It was clear she did not want to talk about the gift.
{This Pokemon I would trust with my life} She said quietly. {She is more intelligent than any starter he could receive, and she loves everyone no matter how many badges they have. We had a deep bond together that let me get to know her more than anyone else.} Now Zac was interested.
{Why give such a valuable friend to Marty? He doesn’t exactly respect Pokemon… or hybrids…}
{Marty loves Pokemon as much as any boy his age. He just hates Mewtwos, though I don’t know why. I know he’ll take good care of Kidea…}
{Kidea?} Zac had never heard such a name before. Inara squirmed uncomfortably before answering.
{It’s short for Kind Death…} She muttered, her telepathic speech barely audible. Zac blinked.
{Why in the world would you call your best friend ‘Kind Death’?!}

Inara winced, and did not reply for a long, long time. When she finally did, she sounded like a little child.
{Because the Pokemon I owned… the one Marty now has… in that Ultra Ball… is a NewMew.}

Zac leapt up in horror and backed away to the far wall. Inara was a Darcmu trainer…?! Mewtwo were imprisoned for such acts! Darcmu ate Mewtwos! Their sole purpose in life was to eat Mewtwos! What was she doing raising the very creatures that threatened their species’ future every day?! And now MARTY had it…

Inara looked ready to cry again.
{Please don’t tell anyone} She whimpered. {It was an experiment to see if I could raise a Darcmu that didn’t hunt Mewtwos…}
{Then why in Mew’s name did you give it to Marty?! He’s MARTY!!!! He wants to kill us all deep down, and enslave what’s left!! He’s my friend ‘cause I’m only half, but what about my dad?! What about the Kamis?! What about YOU?!?!}

Inara remained silent. She could think of nothing to say.

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Otto=ottO: oo;; Don't worry, it'll pick up the pace... And Magi will be interesting again! ^^;; You just gotta wait a few more chappies...

Crystalmaster Mike: The Darcmu first attack didn't happen in Mewtopia... That was a bit o' Year of the Clones in there with the "only three or four left"... though there were only around twenty-five Twos to start with at that time period ^^;;

[V.o.t.M]

Yay! You return!

Yay Ice Kami! It keeled ze bad things!

*Reads a little further*

Wait a minute! Bad Ice Kami! You ate the Shiny Mewtwo! *Smacks Ice Kami with rolled up news paper* Bad Kami! No cookie!

As for Crystalmaster Mike's question, its like SM said. Sun (The Mewtwo who started Hakujo's clan of genderless Mewtwo) was created by a crazy old guy in the Unknown cave place many years after the whole Year O' the clones deal.

Did you know I have no grasp on the passage of time?

Yep. Mr. Rocket Boss and all those other crazys made their own Mewtwos earlyer, once they saw that they'd been chomped to near extintion. Yay? I hope I got that right.

Yay for explinations! Yay for still hateing Marty! Yay for what the bloody hell was Inara thinking giving a baby Mewtwo muncher to her Mewtwo hateing son?! Yay for is Magi dead? Cake!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

Darien Shields: Human copies have been attempted, but the longest for one to live was four years I think... Mewtwos were cloned from Mew, but tweaked to where they weren't really clones! oO;; In this way the first one lived, and every Mewtwo clone is actually slightly different from the other. They survive because they are naturally really strong, while humans' bodies are just too weak to survive cloning.

If Mewtwos are compatable with other Pokemon, they don't show it. Mewtwos are a proud race that mostly keep to themselves as much as possible, and most are as horrified with these natural born hybrid humans as you. Humans can't breed with any other Pokemon... and Mewtwo/humans are often born dead.

Have you seen any reproduction organ on any Pokemon? It's internal! Gah!

And... MEWTWOS HAVE FUR!!!! Trust me! I study Mews and Twos! I know what I'm talking about!!! And until Nintendo tells me otherwise, I am not changing my mind! *frowns*


V.o.t.M: Aw... let the Ice Kami have the cookie. I don't mind! ^^ lol.

Lookie! A piccy of Marty and Zac playin' tha Mewtopian Card Game! Woo!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

GeneChildMewtwo: Teehee, you missed me! Yes, it's fun to make a timeline for two stories, though at first it was very difficult...

ralts_mudkip: Inara's cool!

Doomykins: Whee! You really like Zac? ^^ That makes me happeeeee!!! Yeah, and Marty's being a total jerk right now... ^^;;

Ultra_Poke2000: You were right with Kidea's name the second time. (Though she's not really picky with what you call her.)

I'm hoping you guys like this one more than the last... ^^ It was sure entertaining to write!



~*~Chapter 24~*~

“So… what exactly are Darcmu? And did they kill Ashes?”

This question was asked by Magi, who had started turning over the situation in her head and found that she really didn’t have enough details to jump to her conclusion. There was no mention of an evil dark cloaked figure thing in any of that…

“Darcmu are rarely seen now, but they are known as death shadows to Mewtwo. They can grow to be ten feet tall and over thirty-two feet long if you include their tails. They attack with tooth and claw, and their roar is said to freeze whoever hears it in its path.”

Shadow. Tooth. Claw. These were what Magi remembered of the evil beasts in her dream…

“But no, they didn’t kill the Gold Kami. They loved him too much for that.”

That statement made Magi jump and she eyed the Lost Kami eagerly, hoping that she had not dreamed the past.
“What did?” She demanded. She found her heart pounding in her chest…

“The Ice Kami… with the approval of the council… killed my mother, my father, and… me.” Shadow, the Lost Kami and daughter of Ashes, hung her silver head and buried her face in her hands. Magi was more confused than ever.

~*~*~

Zac had run into his room as fast as he could.

The hybrid now hid in the corner, shivering with fear over the fact that he had been carrying a NewMew and handed it over to Marty without even realizing it. Everyone was so doomed… And Inara HAD to be as crazy as the Gold Kami raising NewMew like that… Should he turn her in? Tell his father? His mother? Should he go straight to Mewtopia and see what the wild Mewtwos thought? He had no idea…

And he knew nothing more about Marty. Inara had known just as little as he, and that made Zac feel even worse. The boy pulled out the picture and studied it quietly to ease his nerves. The woman had to be Marty’s mother she looked so much like him. Indeed, Zac now noticed a tiny bundle in her arms that he recognized as Marty as an infant. The babe had a wide toothless grin as he played his mother’s long black hair, and she was smiling as well, though it looked more sad than happy. She was very beautiful, but she looked torn and depressed despite her grin for the picture.

Zac growled at his lack of knowledge of them both.

Momentarily forgetting Inara in his anger, the half-Mewtwo flew over to his dresser and hit the picture onto it with a growl. Then, ignoring all thoughts of caution, he yanked up the deadly black blade and swished it in the air like a sword. The darkness within it sent a chill through him like a Dark Pokemon, and he had already learned the wounds it inflicted affected his Psychic flesh like a Dark attack. He had never seen such blades as the ones Marty and his father carried. However, for some reason Zac was sure that these blades were only Marty’s, though where he would get such strange and deadly weapons as this he didn’t know.

How could Marty keep so many secrets from so many people?!

As the chill of the blade finally forced Zac to drop it, the boy took notice of Marty’s videotape. Marty had for some reason hidden it with a personal photo and the finest made of the black blades as though it were something important. What was on the tape? Could it possibly have some sort of valuable information??

Yet before Zac could find out his father appeared in the doorway. The large Mewtwo stood half a foot taller than most, and he was as muscled and fit as and wild Two. His coloration and basic shape were just like most Pure Mewtwos, even if he wasn’t of that bloodline. A single stripe on his nose categorized him as a “Neo” Mewtwo, a breed made not by Giovanni but a zoo… A strange history to most Mewtwo breeds.

Zac’s father had been born in Mewtopia, but at the passing of the law of Equal Rights for Mewtwos he went out into the world to explore. In a distant city he met a female human with amber hair and green eyes named Lara, and the two spent a great deal of time together. Eventually they fell in love, though when they tried to wed they were banished from the city. Zac’s dad then brought her to Mewtopia hoping they could live together there, but Lara was hated there and not permitted to live among Mewtwos. Then, when Mewtopia found out they had become mates and were attempting a child, they were banished from the city. That’s when they found the little town they lived in now, and thus after many tries they brought Neo Mewtwo Zachariah, or Zac, into the world.

Yet even as he adjusted to the lives of humans, Zac’s father always kept a wild side to him in the fact that he trained himself daily. And, when Zac was old enough, the young Mewtwo/human hybrid had been forced to train as well, though he did not have his father’s passion of battling. The boy preferred trading cards and video games.

Zac moaned as he realized that it was time to train with his dad, and without a word dragged himself unwillingly after his father to the field for a long day of work.

~*~*~

As dusk came three shadows left the forest and ran swiftly and silently towards the little Mewtwo and human village. The two larger shadows raced with jaws gaping open in blood thirst, and bits of saliva fell from their lips. The cloaked figure looked as though he were taking a leisurely stroll, but he moved far to fast to be doing such. With calm, suttle movements, the poacher was somehow able to keep up with the wild sprints of the great Mewtwo hunters. They reached the edge of the village without a sound.

As the three prepared for their great attack, a sudden chill in the air made them pause. There was a faint flapping of huge wings somewhere far off, but whatever it was, it covered ground far faster than they.

With a hiss of delight, the cloaked figure ran back into the forest and up onto his little cliff to get a better view of what he knew was coming. He caught sight of it immediately.

The creature was a Mewtwo, or appeared to be, with blue fur or feathers and eyes as red as blood. Large muscled wings were opened to their fullest and beat the air wings smooth powerful strokes, though the creature really didn’t need to use them. A long streaming river of a tail rippled behind it in the wind beautifully as it came along, still a blur to its unknown observer.

By the time the Darcmu had caught up the thing was closer and could be seen in more detail. On its head were three dark blue feathers, and on its chest soft white ones. Starting at its elbows was a sort of bumpy grayish skin, like the legs and feet of a bird’s, and each of its three fingers had a long black talon at the end. It’s feet were normal Mewtwo feet, and now lay behind it as it hovered on the powerful wind currents. As it flapped for a moment to gain better wind, the trees shook from the might of the wind it created.

The poacher whistled slightly at the sight of the creature and was rewarded by having it turn to look at him. On the side away from him it’s cheek bore a long black scar from some Darcmu attack long ago. This scar was the only blemish on the creature’s entire beautiful body.

Beside the poacher, the female Darcmu began to tremble.
“The Ice Kami…” She hissed in Pokemon tongue, “Mew-clone Slayer and Kin Eater… What is it doing here???” At her words, the male growled.

Only the poacher grinned with delight in the shadows of his cloak as the mighty Articuno/Mewtwo hybrid passed over them towards the city. When they did nothing, it turned its attention on the little nobody village and scanned the area high in the sky like a hawk. It’s gray-black muzzle and arms became the only visible thing in the vast blue of the sky as it drew itself higher where it could fly unnoticed.

Then, quite suddenly, it pressed its wings against its body and dove straight down, its long tail whipping behind it in the wind. It narrowed its eyes as the wind grew worse, and pressed its limbs against it so that it gained speed. It was soon going so fast that nobody could it if they tried.

As it vanished amongst the trees of the forest close to the village the poacher gave a soft sigh, for he had held his breath in awe of the legendary but slightly infamous Kami. The two Darcmu were very close to fleeing as they watched the stillness of the forest, knowing that the Ice Kami could come from anywhere and slay them easily. However, the silent command of their master’s presence kept them still.

Then both black Pokemon groaned as the poacher placed a hand inside his cloak and began searching for something. Only they knew what and why.

As the Ice Kami lifted itself from the forest, the three watchers noticed that it now had its wings folded and was flying Mewtwo fashion. It seemed busy with what it held, though until it got closer they couldn’t see what.

At the speed it flew it grew close to them quickly, and blood could be seen on the creature’s face. The limp form of some poor Mewtwo was made out in its talons as it approached. The Mewtwo looked as though its heart had been ripped out, and the Ice Kami’s arms were already dripping with its blood.

The sight and smell of Mewtwo blood made the Darcmu quiver, but this time with their everlasting blood-thirst instead of fear. Only their terror of the Ice Kami held them back. The poacher, however, showed no fear as he went to the highest peak of the cliff and awaited the Ice Kami to pass as it had before.

The Mewtwo hybrid looked at them with a cold, emotionless expression as blood dripped from its dark muzzle and stained the white of its chest. Its long scar could be seen more clearly now, and it ran down the Kami’s cheek, neck, chestplate and arm. That mixed with the blood, smell of death, and black talons made the beauty of the half Articuno turn to something deadly. As it drew near to them, the Ice Kami stopped using its powers and reverted back to its wings.

Then, as it began to pass, the poacher yanked out what he had been looking for and flung it at the Kami. The item looked like a cord with some sort of little machine attached at one end, and when it hit, it coiled around the Ice Kami’s leg and began to spark with electricity.

The poacher gave a hidden smile as the Ice Kami became enshrouded in lighting, and commanded his Darcmu to attack. The creatures miserably obeyed, fearing their master more than anything.

The Ice Kami suddenly found itself hit by an electric wire and facing two Darcmu who looked ready to rip it apart. Frowning in annoyance, the half Mewtwo neatly shook the cord loose and with a flick of its foot threw the still sparking cable onto the male Darcmu, who howled in pain as it was attacked by the machine. The Kami gripped its newly caught meal tightly as it turned its attention to the other Darcmu, the female, who had begun to shake at seeing the Ice Kami unscathed. It frowned even more.

After once being attacked by a Darcmu, the Ice Kami had kept a grudge against the creatures. Not only did they compete with it for food, but they had also turned out to be unfit for eating, making them useless. The Ice Kami usually killed them on sight, as it planned to do now…

The female Darcmu shivered from cold and fear like a little NewMew as the Ice Kami slowly advanced on her, but her loyalty to her master kept her from fleeing. Besides, such an act of cowardice would end up in her destruction anyway. All she could do was fight…

The battle was very short. As the female dove for her prey’s throat, the Ice Kami merely formed a ball of white energy in its free hand and hit her with a sort of Ice Beam, freezing her on the spot. It watched both its attackers fall with a kind of detached satisfaction, then began to fly away again.

The poacher nearly yelped with surprise as it suddenly dove for him and drove its claws into his skull. Then, content, it lifted back into the air and flew off to some safe place to consume its meal. As the electricity finally stopped torturing the male Darcmu, the Kami was already out of sight.

The poacher just laughed as if he had gone crazy.

~*~*~

“Why in the world would it kill you and you mom if Ashes saved the Darcmu?!” Magi persisted, still thoroughly confused. The idea of the Mew Council of Mewtopia agreeing to killing three for one’s crimes seemed wrong… Though of course, she had no idea how the rules went in this part of the world, or if the Council was just naturally mean. She should ask about that as well…

The Lost Kami looked up at Magi, tears falling from her eyes then floating up and vanishing in the nothingness. Her dark blue eyes were full of pain and suffering, the old wound in her heart reopened from the conversation that was taking place.

Yet before the young Shining Mewtwo could speak, Magi found herself torn away from her and yanked back into her own world. She was blinded with the brilliant light of the Pokemon Center momentarily, then as her vision came back, she found herself in intensive care in a little tank. As she sat there in the water she was too surprised for a moment to think, and simply looked around trying to sort things out.

As the large Magikarp awoke and began to move, Nurse Joy sighed with relief. Magi would live another day.

~*~*~

The cloaked figure lifted a gloved hand to his face, and when he drew in back, his fingers were covered in his own blood. He began to chuckle again at that.

“Such a fine creature… a wonderful Mewtwo slayer! Beautiful and deadly, a hunter of its own kind and more powerful than anything… A prize far more worthy for me than you two, eh?” This last part was directed to the two Darcmu, one who was still mostly frozen and the other who was burnt but doing his best to release her from her ice cage.

Once he had gotten his partner’s head free of the ice, he turned to the poacher and snorted.
“Yeah, catch the Ice Kami! What a dream! An impossible one…” Rumbled the creature with a shake of his head. Then he turned his attention back to unfreezing the female Darcmu. Now that he head was free she was shooting small fireballs into the ice, melting it quickly.

“Master, the Ice Kami is undefeated!” She complained in between attacks, “And you saw how what we did was nothing the creature. That’s why it is called a Kami! It’s practically immortal! It is the mightiest of Mewtwos, and it is what keeps its kind safe from things like us. There is nothing you could do to capture it!”

The poacher laughed a second time, loud and cold and cruel. He tossed his blood off his fingers and walked over to his Darcmu. Then, he smacked them both in the head.
“You underestimate me my pets! I have full knowledge of the Ice Kami, and every other Kami for that matter. I am a hunter, a history professor, a researcher, and a scientist! And I assure you, my dear Darcmu, that in the end with every skill in me I shall overcome the Ice Kami… and then every Mewtwo in Mewtopia…”

Thus the attack was postponed for another perfect time to hunt.

~*~*~

Zac stood there, too stunned to think. His shirt was ripped off and a gash had been made in his cheek, but he made no effort to take care of either of them. Even over the fact that his underdeveloped chest plate was in full view, that his own blood was trickling in his mouth, he still stood there like a statue.

His ponytail was free and his dark purple hair blew in the wind as he stared at a single spot at the edge of the forest, a single dark patch in the leaves. He felt he should cry, but no tears came, but his hands were shaking horribly. He mouthed two words silently over and over, not conscious of doing such, as he tried to understand what had just happened.

As the sun set, Zac finally gulped and looked down into his hands. One of them held a pale blue feather with a small splatter of blood on it. It shimmered with cold energy from the powerful beast it had once clutched to, and the blood looked like an impure sin on its loveliness.

Zac looked at the dark patch again, at the tufts of purple fur around them. Then, slowly, the hybrid backed away until he was close enough to his home to feel safe. After that the little boy turn and ran, ran as fast and far as he could. Tears fell down his cheeks and he gripped the little feather tightly.

His greatest dream had come true. He had seen the Ice Kami up close in real life. But… the price he had had to pay for such a gift…

Zac nearly broke the door as he slammed it open. Through the blur of tears he could make out Inara and his mother in the living room, and both were looking at him. Zac felt himself trembling as he turned to shut the door slowly, softly, as if he were trying to make up for the violence in which he had entered.

Then, the hybrid turned to face his mother and friend. The tears fell from his eyes and allowed him to see the worry of their expressions.
“Mother…” He whispered. “There is something I need to tell you alone… about Dad…”

Silently, the two left for the kitchen with fear and sorrow in their hearts.

~*~*~

Acciaio stood half awake beside a tree, too tired to even notice Marty as the boy ate a hearty meal. His Torchic had been let out by his new master, but he was not allowed to speak with her. Brute and she sat a large distance from the camp, studying the situation uncomfortably. They were very aware that Marty was torturing Keahi’s master.

Only Kidea showed no knowledge of any pain, for she was too wrapped up in her long discussions of Inara. The little thing was obsessed with her “mother”, and shared the Mewtwo’s desire to make peace between the Darcmu and Mewtwos. She seemed determined to talk Marty into helping her reach this goal, and was annoyed how the boy wouldn’t talk to her.

Marty was trying his best to avoid the conversation with silence, and eventually was able to make his new pet shut up by sticking a rather large strawberry that he had found on their hike into her mouth.

“Mewtwo, this fire needs more wood. Be a good Pokemon and fetch some.” Said Marty lightly as he finished his meal and pulled out a bag of marshmallows.

Acciaio moved without thought. He was too tired to think, to care, and he obeyed the voice of Marty automatically. In the bare remnant of his thoughts and feelings there was but one thing left: fear. He feared Kidea more than anything, and that drove his weary body over its limits. The broken cyborg stumbled blindly along, feeling numbly for wood with his feet. His arm had lost its cast sometime during that day, and hung limp and black at his side. His mechanical arm was also still broken, and occasionally shocked its owner with a spark of electricity. Yet Acciaio continued on.

When the Mewtwo finally found a small pile of sticks, he wrapped his tail around them and limped back to the camp. His eyes remained shut, for he was too tired to open them, and he had to find the campfire by the heat in the air. Then he tossed his tiny bundle into the fire.

His reward was a rock thrown at his head.

“Stupid Mewtwo!” Marty barked. “That won’t do anything for the fire! Are you that lazy?!”

The boy scowled behind his black bangs as Acciaio just stood there, and threw another rock to make him do something. However, this just made the Mewtwo fall… right into the fire.

A gasp came from the other Pokemon, and Marty blinked in surprise, as the flames began to catch on the dying cyborg child. A smell of burnt fur and metal began to fill the air.

[V.o.t.M]

That....chapter.... ROCKED!

That was the best thing EVAR! I think I'm weeping with joy! The Ice Kami, doing stuff!

And It ate Zac's pa! But it kicked Darcmew arse! But it ate Zac's pa...

Durn it Ice Kami, can't you not eat someone's Parent/parents for once?

And poor Lost Kami! Why did she and her ma have to die if Mr. Gold Kami did the bad thingy? Why?

And Silly Mr. Poacher! Tricks are for kids!

Oh... and whats his face is on fire. Someone should do something about that.

Best chapter EVAR!

[V.o.t.M]

Mewtwoness! I dance now! I luv it when stuff happens and theres a Mewtwo there to say, "No sir, I don't like it."

Good story! Goodness! Write more or I will eat and eat and there won't be any food left for the people of Earth. Teehee!

[Shadowed Mewtwo]

V.o.t.M: Your post made my day ^^

Opaque Onigoori: Welcome new reader! ^-^ Happy you liked it!

GeneChildMewtwo: lol, I'm evil to Magi

ralts_mudkip: Aw... don't be hating Marty just yet...

Crystalmaster Mike: Ain't the poacher creepily cool?

Doomykins: Ah! No! Don't kill the Ice Kami! It has a major part later-*covers mouth* I didn't say that...

Ultra_Poke2000: Because if they all died it would have nothing to eat of course!

Team Rocket's Lugia: One pic of Acciaio coming right up! ^^ And good job reading over 100 pages of fanfic!

~*~Chapter 25~*~

Even though he was too weak to even see, Acciaio felt every lick of flame against his skin. He heard the beeping on an alarm in his head as his mechanical parts began to melt from the heat. There were frantic shouts from both Pokemon and a person as he lay there in the fire, cut and burned for the kindness he gave to an enemy. Yet… he was too tired to care. He was too worn to think. Nothing mattered. Nothing. He was a slave now to a hater of his kind, but so what? All humans were like that. The deceptive creatures were all too greedy and power hungry for their own good… They were destined to destroy all life.

But of course that didn’t matter either. Nothing mattered. His very soul had been ripped out of him long ago, and now he felt nothing. He was a machine, a horrific freak that had no purpose whatsoever. He had been made in an attempt to save an infant that was too far gone for rescue. An infant whose family was dead and name forgotten. He was a walking corpse.

Now the human voice was louder, and had a high, frantic tone to it. There was a clatter of dishes being dropped, and the shriek of a Pokemon who must have been stepped on by accident. This was followed by a cry from the young human, and there was a moment’s pause of silence.

The fire was resting on him now, consuming him like a hungry animal. It grew and shifted, consuming his fur slowly as if it enjoyed seeing him tortured. The flame would be disappointed: he was beyond torture. Marty had tortured him already. Another poacher had tortured him even worse… a life’s worth of torture that had ruined him forever…

There was a shuffling noise as the boy got back up, and leaves and twigs cried out in resentment as he walked. Hands wildly beat on the flames on his back, striking his open wounds. It didn’t matter. As the flames died in silent cries, the hands threw aside the embers that melted his sides and metal, saving him from sudden death. It didn’t matter. The hands, somehow immune to the pain of the fire, then wrapped themselves around the Mewtwo’s middle. Acciaio mused that they weren’t just hands, but were actually connected to arms, and these arms a body that was jerking with sobs.

“He’s dying!” The human voice wept, “Acciaio, please wake up! I don’t want you to DIE!!! Maybe be a little broken, a bit more obedient like Pokemon should be… but DEATH… Oh Acciaio, don’t leave! My new Pokemon! Please don’t leave me!”

The words were too many and too loud for Acciaio to discern, but he didn’t care. It didn’t matter anyway. His mind was empty, absorbing nothing as he began to bury within himself away from the pain. Pain didn’t matter, and wanted nothing to do with it.

The limp Mewtwo was lifted gently but quickly out of the flames, and he felt himself dragged away from the campfire. He was laid down on what felt like moss, his ears still filled with the sobbing voice and his body still howling in agony. Stupid body. It was not worth saving at this point, nor was he. Machine. Clone-spawn. Freak. Orphan. Monster. He was these things—things hated and destroyed. So he had to be destroyed... He was already dead.

“Why are you helping him?” Asked a new, slightly deep and gruff voice, “I thought you hated Mewtwos…”
“I DO!!” Snapped the first voice, “I hate them! I’ll always hate them! They’re heartless monsters!”
“Then why are you helping him?” Said a third, much higher voice that Acciaio was sure he knew. It was feminine, and sounded just as frantic and upset as the human’s. “I thought you wanted to kill my masta…”
“No! I… I hate them… but… He’s my Pokemon! I’m responsible for him now, and I won’t let him die!”
“He’s not your Pokemon,” said the gruff voice, “You haven’t captured him. Besides, it’s illegal to… Master, what are you doing?!”

Acciaio felt the cold tap of a button on his burnt chest, then his body losing all feeling. He was suddenly shapeless energy that was compressed into a tiny sphere. Then, the sphere closed, leaving him trapped. It didn’t matter.

Almost as soon as he was trapped, he was let back out and found himself on the moss once more. Everything ached and burned again, and he found himself longing for the nothingness to return.
“There, he’s mine. Therefore he’s my responsibility, and I need to save him! Satisfied?” The human voice snapped. Then quickly, before the other voices had a chance to respond, the human dashed away, and Acciaio heard a shuffling sound a few feet away.

When the hands came back, they were covered in a cooling gel that covered his wounds and extinguished the burning sensation in his flesh. Though he still felt it didn’t matter, nothing mattered, he gave a soft sigh of relief as his burns left him from the Burn Heal. Then the hands left again.

“He’s still in bad shape…” Muttered the human voice, “I thought his arm was just bruised, but it looks like that chip of my blade is slowly carving what’s left of him…” A deep, stressed sigh came from the voice.
“We’ll need to cut it out if he’s going to make it… That means surgery… And we can’t take him to a hospital or Pokemon Center fast enough…” There was another moment of shuffling, then a gasp from the Pokemon.

“You’re using that??? Isn’t that what—” The gruff voice started, but was cut off by the human.
“I KNOW it’s the blade I stabbed him with! … But it’s the only blade we have…”

The next thing Acciaio knew, a horrible pain shot through his side that filled him with cold only a Dark Pokemon could have possessed. The blade sliced through his skin, his muscle, probing and searching like the claw of a Darcmu playing with its food. He had felt that blade before, felt that pain… So much pain…

Before he knew it, Acciaio had slipped into unconsciousness.

~*~*~

Magi stared through the walls of the tiny tank with surprise. She had been so close to finding out about Ashes!!! And now here she was in… a Pokemon Center. With the blue eyes of a Nurse Joy staring at her. Great. Just great.

“Well, you scared a lot of people!” Smiled the Pokemon nurse as she took out the needles that had been placed under Magi’s scales while she was dying. The large Magikarp winced at each one, but made no reply. Nurse Joy wouldn’t have been able to understand her anyway.

When the Nurse was done she recalled Magi to her Pokeball, where she would recuperate. This made the Magikarp even more depressed as she stared at the darkness of her small round prison. So close to finding out… yet so far… The chances of her ever seeing the Lost Kami again was near impossible. How could fate mock her so?!

It seemed like forever before Magi was released again, and the large Magikarp flopped and cried out happily at the sight of her master and Keshaa. The obese fisherman stared in surprise at the sight of her, and seemed unable to think how to react. Keshaa, however, was off his master’s shoulder in a flash and babbling on too fast for Magi to comprehend. She didn’t care. She was going on and on in senseless babble as well.

When they were finished, Joe continued to gape, then gave a small cough.
“Well er… Courtney… I see you’ve turned orange…”

Magi looked up in surprise.
“Orange?” She questioned despite her master’s inability to understand her. “I’ve always been orange…”

Keshaa was gaping as well.
“Magi!” He yelped, “You’ve changed colors on us!”
“I did?”
“Yes! You’ve lost your golden hue…” The bewildered Seadra cocked his head as he continued to stare like a young Magikarp. “You’re just a pale orange now!”
“What?!” Magi sat in shock, as she tried to picture herself as a normal everyday Magikarp color. No, not normal, Keshaa had said pale. So she looked like a terribly WEAK everyday Magikarp. Magi felt her happiness leave her for the second time that day.

“All well, guess I’ll have ta use the backup plan, eh Storm?” Sighed Joe. Keshaa made an angry snort, but was ignored. The fisher silently drew out a Pokeball, and let it fall to realease… another very beautiful Magikarp. It was Magi’s turn to gape.

The Magikarp was a darker red than any she had ever seen, and it was just as large as her. It flopped on the ground with powerful muscles that could be seen clearly under its crimson scales, and it looked to be in perfect condition.

However, the Magikarp stared at nothing in particular as it flopped up and down with its mouth gaping open like an idiot. It didn’t seem to understand what was going on or even who its master was. This gave Magi the impression that it was both newly caught and very stupid.

Yet Joe appeared proud of it.
“Meet Jaws!” He declared. “He’s gonna evolve into a Gyarados fo’ me! … Unlike some little Magikarp we know…”

Magi watched in disgust as Joe petted his new prize on the head, though this seemed to distress “Jaws”. The crimson Magikarp spun around and started flopping away from its master… and towards her.

Magi practically cried out in protest as she was tackled by the thing, and soon found herself gazing into an unfocused eye.
“You girl.” The Magikarp said with a deep male voice. “Pretty. Pretty girl. MY pretty girl!”

Magi really cried out as Jaws ran himself along her side in a courting maneuver, very much attracted to her. She was disgusted with the whole thing. How could Joe to this?! How could he replace her with this… with this…

Magi gave a shriek as Jaws pressed against her and laid large wet lips on a gill.
“NO!!!” She screamed at him, “I don’t want a mate!! Please leave me alone Jaws! Go away!! If I ever have children I want them with someone smart!” Jaws of course didn’t understand her, and began to make a cooing noise that made her flesh crawl.

Keshaa knocked the Magikarp away and glared with dark anger.
“You will not force my friend to do anything, weak might. Especially not spawn…” Magi blinked at this. He had not used the term “weak might” for a Magikarp in a long time… Now it was being used as an insult.

However, Jaws was not daunted, and bared a set on sharp little teeth.
“Pretty fishie. You take. You bad. She mine. She mate. She ready. We spawn. You challenge. I hate you… GIMME BACK!!!”

With that, the large Karp dove towards Magi’s comrade with wild fury. Joe merely watched.

~*~*~

Acciaio had no mechanical parts; he had no knowledge of such. He was an infant again, in a world of love and happiness…

The young Mewtwo sat on his father’s shoulders, laughing and babbling in baby talk while he was hugged and praised by both his parents. His mother kissed him on the cheek and his father took him down and embraced him, telling the child how proud he was. What were they proud about…? He couldn’t re—…wait.

Baby Acciaio floated into the air, giving excited squeaks at how high up he was while his parents praised him even more. Flight. He had learned how to fly that day! He flew around and around, dodging trees and his mother and father as best he could. They were in a… park. In… Mewtopia? Yes. Or at least in the outskirts of Mewtopia, on the outer edge, away from the city. His memory of that day was rather fuzzy, but at least he remembered some.

His father wore a badge around his neck, signifying the fact that he was a champion of the leagues held in Mewtopia. The strong looking Mewtwo was Pure—a bloodline that was becoming rarer and rarer as Pures and other breeds of Twos had children together. His mother was a Pure as well, but she was slimmer with smaller eye ridges, as was every female Mewtwo. She was not a fighter, but merely a mother and proud mate of a champion. Acciaio could remember neither of their names anymore, nor what he was called in his infancy. He did know, however, that he was showing signs of ending up as strong as his dad. He could remember them discussing it, and that that discussion had ended in the training he had started that day just outside the Mewtwo city.

He flew away from his parents, giggling with a squeaky little voice like a Mew. Through the trees he went, his heart pounding in his chest from excitement despite the fact that he was hardly going faster than a slow walk. Then, he reached a boulder.

With every bit of concentration his little mind could muster, the tiny Mewtwo began to slowly snake around the giant rock. He went out of sight of his parents, and for a moment looked behind himself as he flew, waiting for them to become visible again. Yet when he stopped looking where he was going, be bumped lightly into something… something furry…

Acciaio turned to find himself staring into the black face of some huge Pokemon. The little Mewtwo was about the size of a Mew, and this monster had to have been at least a dozen times larger. Yet because of his lack of maturity, Acciaio felt no fear.
“‘Ewo, sah. Wha’ ‘ou?” He said as politely as he could, struggling with the words. The creature merely sat and gazed at him, its dark purple eyes gleaming coldly. It had a few stripes on it, and its tail was covered in jagged, zigzagged rings. Sitting there like a shadow it was about seven feet tall… Yet for some reason Acciaio found it reminded him of a cat. It was that reason that he smiled at it and started stroking its long yet broad muzzle.
“Dun’ woi… I won’ ‘urt ya, kitty…” He cooed. The creature made no response.

A pair of gasps made the child turn around to see both his parents with very pale faces. Their mouths hung gaping like fish on land, and their eyes had a wild look like a cornered Mankey. Acciaio was too young to understand why they were in such a state. All the tiny Mewtwo could tell was that his parents were upset, and he immediately felt the urge to comfort them. Carefully he turned and slowly flew to them, half eager to make them happy and half afraid he might be the cause of their distress.

Yet before he could reach his parents, a large clawed hand grabbed him around his middle and yanked him back. The little Mewtwo made no sound as he found himself looking at the large Pokemon again, but the cries of his parents made him cower a bit. The creature curled back its lips in a cold grin, revealing two sets of long fangs and teeth. Acciaio knew what those were at least. He gave a whimper and cowered even more.

His father was there in a flash, kicking and striking the monster as best he could. The creature merely turned and watched.
{Release me child Darcmu!} Acciaio’s father shouted, ramming his whole body into the Darcmu’s side. This did not faze it at all: its girth seemed impervious to damage. Instead, it gave the champion that same cold grin and growled slightly.
“Why don’t ya make me, Mew-clone …” It snarled. The little Mewtwo’s dad tried to do just that, but nothing seemed to faze the high-leveled Mewtwo killer. He beat it with his fists, his feet, his tail… He even tried repeated Body Slams. Nothing worked…

Then, the Mewtwo got another idea. Using his telekinesis, he lifted a decent sized rock with sharp edges and proceeded to hurl it at the Darcmu’s head. The stone struck it right above the jaw.

The Darcmu gave a howl at that blow as a dark liquid flowed from its head, but this was more out of anger than pain. Acciaio yelped when the monster tightened its grip on him as though it planned to crush his bones… It probably did. The baby Two found it harder and harder to breath…

Another rock on the head made the Darcmu stop and turn to snarl at Acciaio’s father. This move was rewarded by another stone, and soon it rained large chunks of rock on the Dark Pokemon. Yet the Darcmu refused to let Acciaio go.

Finally the Mewtwo’s dad lifted the giant boulder, sweating from the exertion. Over half the rock was underground, and the part that remained visible was far larger than any Darcmu. The boulder hovered just above the Darcmu, darkening the sky above them.

Then, it dropped.

While the Darcmu was distracted with the need to save itself, Acciaio’s mother dove towards it and yanked her child from its grasp. As she drew away, her mate let the boulder come crashing down. The Mewtwo slayer did not stand a chance.

Yet just before the stone crushed its prey, two more dark shapes dove in and knocked the rock away. The small Mewtwo family gaped at the pair of young Darcmu who landed on either of their older comrade. The Darcmu were small—they stood about six feet high, which was short even compared to a Mewtwo—and they looked scrawny and far too young for their evolution. However, they looked more eager for blood than their elder.

Then, a fourth visitor arrived.

The thing made its entrance by first shooting the largest Darcmu in the head, then walked silently into view as it fell. It was a figure cloaked in black from his head to his feet. He had no smell and no sound; not even his breathing could be heard. Yet he gave off the appearance of a person, and when he spoke, it was comfortable human speech in human accent.
“Well well well… It looks like we’re a member short of our happy hunting group now, aren’t we my pets?” He chuckled, scratching the less striped of the two Darcmu under the chin. It bristled at his touch, and gave a small shudder at his words.
“What?” He protested, “She was beaten by a single Mewtwo! She’s a disgrace to her breed! Isn’t she, Dark Slaughterer?” His question was turned towards the other Darcmu, who seemed less daunted by the murder it had just seen.
“Was.” It grinned maliciously, “She was a disgrace.” The cloaked figure howled out a laugh that made Acciaio shiver in his mother’s arms. For some reason, the three Mewtwos could not leave. Their own fear held them.

“Aw… Look at the little baby, Mew Killer my dear!” The figure turned the less striped Darcmu’s head to look at Acciaio. “Isn’t he darling? Looks just like his big strong daddy!”

Mew Killer looked terrified as she stared at the three Mewtwos. She made no response to her master. Because of this, she was struck outside the head by the figure’s fist. Somehow this drew blood, which he wiped off and forced her to lick off his gloved hand. Then he turned towards the Mewtwos.
“I apologize for my Darcmu. She was weak, you see. They all are of course, what with their starving to death in a forest somewhere, but my three are especially pathetic. Or two, I should say… Well, otherwise you would have been beaten. Good help is hard to find, especially when we’re dealing with Mewtwo hunting!”

The father Mewtwo’s tail lashed and he began to bristle at this statement, obviously realizing the danger of their situation.
{You will find no sport here, poacher} He growled, his eyes starting to glow. The poacher simply chuckled at this.

“What a stupid thing to say, Pure Mewtwo. These are the outskirts of Mewtopia! And here before me stand two healthy young Mewtwos and their precious son. I have indeed found sport…” With that, he snapped his fingers, and his two Darcmu grabbed Acciaio’s dad before the Mewtwo had time to react.

They dragged him over to their master, who studied his prize for a moment.
“You are a very pretty Two, my friend…” He murmured, “Such a glossy coat and rich color… Just beautiful.” Here he paused and traced the Mewtwo’s cheekbone. “And your mate is the same way! What a lovely pair you make!” Then, he turned and strode away.
“Come with me my lovelies, and I will show you my happy mobile home…”

As he left, his Darcmu dragged Acciaio’s dad away, and his mother gave a cry. Feeling the need to save her mate, she set baby Acciaio down, told him to stay, and dashed after her husband. The tiny Mewtwo sat alone in silence, unsure of exactly what had happened. He gazed around himself, but nothing stirred except once when the Ice Kami flew by seeking a meal. When he waved to it, it gave a small nod and continued on.

~*~*~

Marty sat staring at Acciaio with mixed feelings.

He had finished his work on his traveling partner, but it had worsened the Mewtwo’s state instead of helping. The black blade he had used to retrieve the chip had simply made more black wounds, and these wounds could not be healed by normal means. Not even Kidea’s Recover had done anything, and Acciaio was slowly bleeding to death. That mixed with his melted mechanic parts and lack of nourishment left the Mewtwo in a very bad condition that had little hope of growing better.

And here Marty found himself debating on whether or not he should even save the Two. He had a bad history with Mewtwos, and his father had hated them just as much as he did now. He had good reasons for his hatred… all thanks to a single Mewtwo that ruined his life… but now was not the time to dwell on such things. But it was hard not to. But he should take some action. But he couldn’t decide what sort of action to take! It was driving young Marty crazy. He was a ten-year-old boy! What was he doing taking on big responsibilities like this?!

The cyborg Mewtwo gave a small, feeble cough and whimpered in his sleep, then grew still again. How long had he been unconscious? What time was it? These things Marty did not know. All he knew was he needed time to think… time he did not possess.

With a howl, the boy suddenly leapt up and fled, unable to take the stress anymore. He hated Mewtwos! Why was he even thinking of saving Acciaio?! That monster was the worst Mewtwo of the lot… Yet seeing him there, his skin stained black and covered with blood, his face contorted with pain as he lay dying… Any child would feel the need to help! … Right?

Marty suddenly found himself by a slow moving stream that glittered silver in the moonlight. It was clear and peaceful, a gentle beauty that mocked his inward turmoil. Shouting with rage, Marty lunged into the chilling water and struck it again and again with his fist, disrupting the glass surface with waves that cut into the air echoing his anger.

When he was finally exhausted, Marty sat down in the water and let his emotions flow away from him down the creek. He stared at his reflection in the water as he did this. His hair was still stiff with dried blood… And a red cloth bandage was wrapped around his head… ???

Marty lifted his hand to his head and touched the cloth with surprise, not realizing it was there until now. He slowly unwrapped the bandage from his head and held it out in front of him, gazing at it with shock. He knew that cloth… It was a piece of Acciaio’s jacket! Acciaio had helped save HIS life?!

Marty felt his stomach churn as he fingered the blood still in his hair. Acciaio had helped him… When he had attacked…

He had to save that Mewtwo!!!

Defying everything he had ever taught himself in life, Marty leapt up and ran to find help for his new friend.

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[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....

[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.