Disclaimer: I don’t own pokemon!!! If I did I’d be filthy rich! So go sue someone else!! The only thing I take credit for is the story line.

Rating: I’m thinking PG or PG-13. Violence.

1.) Giovanni’s Revenge

2.) Meg

3.) No.1

5.) General

It has been a year since I drew my first breath and a year has passed since I eliminated those who witnessed it. A year since my conquest of cleansing a world so cruel, a world that had no place for me in life but to be poked and probed by lab instruments or to be someone’s lowly slave, a world infested by pathetic pokemon and their humans that ruled. A year since I had seen the young trainer who changed my heart from blood lust and destruction to life and growth.

Now I lay in a huddled heap at the feet of my "master". When I placed a permanent amnesia on those who came to New Island or those who had known of my existence, I had forgotten one individual in my haste to leave with the clones and Mew to hopefully have a fresh beginning with the world.

However, he remembered my unearthly power, found a way to render it harmless, and hunted me down to quench a thirst of revenge long over due. The only comfort that I have is that the clones are safe from this man. This man holds my thread of life and I await his death sentence. Only a year has slipped away and so many things have changed….

"Sir, Mewtwo is within your grasp. I suggest you strike now before it regains it’s strength," a masculine voice stated.

"So it is," I murmured. I examined the once powerful Mewtwo: eyes barely open and glazing, laboring lungs, bruises and various wounds litter it’s body, and a tiny stream of blood dribbled at the corner of it’s mouth. I knew a dying pokemon when I saw one. I delivered a swift kick to the exposed soft underbelly for good measure. A pitiful groan escaped it’s lips as it curled into a fetal position.

I spat and walked away. That damned pokemon had cost me many irreplaceable scientists, moneys, and head quarters. I didn’t want to hear it whimper I wanted to hear it scream. I thought for a moment and smiled, before the night was over it would.

"Um, Sir?" It was the same voice from earlier.

"What?" I snapped. I was getting tired. Tracking, imprisoning, and slowly destroying Mewtwo was taking its toll.

"Your not just gonna leave it there… are you?" That was the question. A satisfying blow to the lungs was the answer. I stepped aside and allowed the winded man to sag to the floor. I met many questioning gazes from my other agents.

"The pokemon known as Mewtwo is no longer a threat. If it survives I will personally dispose of it in the morning. Until then don’t disturb me. Oh yes, and one more thing." I withdrew my handgun and aimed at the man lying on the ground gasping for air. He didn’t labor for long. I had everyone’s undivided attention.

"Bury that," I ordered my highest ranking officers. I inclined my head to the corpse. "Let that be a lesson to you all. My judgement is not to be questioned. My word is law in this organization. Obey it and you shall be granted a higher rank and salary. Disobey and no one will know you existed nor will they care. Despite what you may think, I am not cruel to those who follow me. That man who now lies dead served under this organization for many years. I loved him as a brother. That poor excuse for a pokemon known as Mewtwo I don’t even like."

Author’s note: I’m looking for feedback of any kind! Do you want to read more? Do you hate it? What do you like? What don’t you like? ANYTHING!! My info for this fic is a combination of the TV series, video games, comics, and other sources that include pokemon.