Summary: Team Rocket does an experiment on Mewtwo and Mew, and they come up with a ultra powerful; albeit dangerous, Pokemon codenamed Mewthree!
Setting: A darker world of Pokemon, where Kanto has been invaded/destroyed by the Rockets. All the survivors flee to either Hoenn or Johto. Hoenn is our setting.
Characters: Koga, Misty, Mewthree, Brock, Tammi Noals
Brock walked over to the table, brushing up against me. The slightly sour smell of Pokemon semen; as always, caused my stomach to lurch a little bit. He turned to face me; his whiskery face peered into my eyes. He opened his mouth. "Earth to Tammi! Is the Torchic ready to be fertilized?" I nodded, and gently gripped the Torchic, placing my hands underneath it's wings and lifting it up onto the table. The little Pokemon was squirming and I stroked it's fur with a few fingers, calming it down so Brock could administer to it. With a few quick motions, Brock placed an intravenous needle into the tiny fire pokemon's wing, and it started sleeping as the tiny vial of drug seeped into it's bloodstream.
After the producure was finished, I placed the Torchic in a sleeping basket, and hung it into the air with a quick tug on the pulley system. "There! In a couple of days, Flannery will be able to pick up a powerful rookie Torchic!"
Brock was pulling his latex gloves off when I asked him about travel time. He snapped them off with a little too much force, and sent a hanging basket with a Natu in it spinning. "What?! Are you joking - it's almost Christmas holidays for the kiddies, and that means contest registrations will be up, as will our sales!" I interjected with a reply, but Brock just glared and shook his head..."Go home, but I'd expect to see you tomorrow. We have an order for a Wynaut for a week from now!"
As a walked out from Brock's designer shop; I got a call on my Pokedex. "Good evening, Tammi." The familiar voice snaked out from the tiny speaker on my Pokedex. "Yes? Boss? Do you have a mission update for me?" The musty voice replied with a negative. "...no...I wish you to the best of luck capturing M3...do not fail me....." With that, the voice merged with static and my Pokedex turned on of it's own accord. It's program started speaking..."M-m-mmm-e-e-ewww--t-t-ttthh-rrr-eeee's last known location: Team Rocket's HQ, Kanto... Projected Location for June 18 3001: Ilex Forest, Johto..."
A bloodcurdling shriek had come from Brock's house. I nearly dropped my Pokedex; but I ignored the noise, and trekked on towards Fallabor Town. As I approached the fence of Lavaridge; I saw Misty Waterflower attempting to scale the fence. She finally successed; and sat down with a thump on the hard bumpy ground. You don't know who Misty Waterflower is? Hmmm...let me explain - she is our local nutcase, and fashion don't. She wears a scorched looking red hat with an odd logo on it (Mr. Slate later explained that it was the old Kanto League symbol),a vest, a blue and white trimmed outer jacket, a tatterred yellow inner shirt, green cutoff trainer's gloves, and to complete the strangeness, a pair of very tight jean low-rider shorts.
Waterflower was now pointing a finger at me, and was mumbling something about challenging me to a Pokemon match. I ignored her, until I saw the sparkle of a released Pokeball. A small, harmless looking Starmie came of out the ball. I quickly summoned Pichu in response. I gave a wordless order to Pichu, a single twitch of a finger. The Pichu charged up energy, and released a giant thunder at the Starmie. The foe rolled out of the way without touching the ground, and wheeled around for a hit on Pichu. "Pichu! Use agility!" The command was unneccessary, as Pichu was thrown into the air. I ran over to my Pichu, and discovered it was lying face-down in some mud. As I looked up, the Starmie came barrelling into me, and knocked me flat on my back, still holding Pichu.
"Starmie - get that Team Rocket idiot! Rollout!" I couldn't run, my legs were like lead and I was still sitting on the ground. Only one option left...I pressed a button on my wristwatch, and entered a few familar numbers......
** Anyways...hope you enjoyed the prologue to dark story about war and growing up in a bad crowd. More will be explained in future chapters! Please write comments/reviews/flames at perriergurl@yahoo.ca!