Mystic Mewtwo
Awakening
Part Four

Disclaimer: Don’t own Pokemon. Wish I did, but I don’t.
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Where...... where am I? a male voice asked, groggily.

Dr. Fuji, and the others were gathered around Mewtwo’s tank.
After one scientist alerted them that there was an increase in his brain wave patterns.

“I think he’s waking up,” Dr. Fuji remarked to them, as Mewtwo opened his eyes.

The scientists began whispering excitedly among themselves.

Who is waking up? the voice wondered, Am I the one?

The Pokemon gazed at his surroundings. There was glass all around, and liquid he could see nothing through but shadows.
The Pokemon felt trapped, and confused. He didn’t know where he was.
The last thing he remembered was a snow-covered mountain, and the sensation of flying. But there was nothing like that now.

Could it all have been a dream? Had it always been like this?
The Pokemon wanted answers. He wanted to know what was happening, and he wanted out of this cage full of crap!
On that last thought, the Pokemon heard the glass begin to break.

Outside, the scientists watched with horror, and amazement, as the tank started cracking.
A few seconds later, it blew out completely, sending shattered glass flying. Orange liquid splashed out into puddles on the floor.
An alarm sounded momentarily, and then, shut off.

The Pokemon sat on the base of the ruined tank. Drenched from the liquid, and blinking his eyes in the sudden brightness.
The scientists were talking loudly, and Dr. Fuji made them shut up.

“Quiet!” he shouted.

Everyone became silent, and then, focused their attention on Mewtwo.
He sat there, staring at them.

Who are you? he asked, through telepath.

“We are the scientists who have created you,” Dr. Fuji answered.

“That is Mew,” he continued, pointing to a crude drawing on the wall, “From it, we cloned you. Your name is Mewtwo.”

Mewtwo gazed at the drawing, and then, at himself.

Am I only its shadow? he asked, Do I have no identity of my own?

“No, you are not its shadow,” Dr. Fuji replied, “Your Psychic abilities, and physical endurance, exceed beyond Mew.”

Then, if I’m not its shadow, what am I? Mewtwo pressed him.

“As I said before, you are Mewtwo, and your abilities have been enhanced by our technology, and research,” Dr. Fuji answered again, growing just a bit agitated, “Since, you are the first to survive this, we will conduct serious tests on you. To prove just how advanced you are.”

Mewtwo began to think to himself, as the scientists started talking again.
Clones, tests, what kind of life was he to live? Having no known identity of his own, and being a child’s toy, to a bunch of human scientists. Who cared about nothing, but their own thick-headed selves.

Mewtwo suddenly became angry.
This was not what he thought he was destined to be. He felt there was something out there in the world, that was more meaningful than this.
He had to get out, and he had to do it now!

Mewtwo’s eyes began glowing ice blue, as his Psychic energy began charging up. His body began to glow ice blue, as well.
Tanks began bursting open, surprising the scientists, spilling the orange liquid on the floor.

Mewtwo floated up to a standing position.
Then, blew everyone back off their feet, with a Psychic Blast. The security system, of the lab, tried to stop him, but he destroyed it.
He began making a trail of destruction. Destroying computers, and setting off fires. Which the liquid, on the floor, kept them fueled.

Everyone began running away, trying quickly to escape him.
Dr. Fuji sat up against the wall, panting, staring at a veil of fire. Which suddenly parted like the Red Sea, revealing Mewtwo.

“Why are you doing this?” Dr. Fuji asked him, trying to understand his anger.

Simply because, you proved to me you didn’t care nothing of me, Mewtwo answered, angrily, So, I’m showing you I don’t care about you.

“But we did care,” Dr. Fuji argued, “Our intentions for you would have been good.”

Lies! Mewtwo snapped back, Your good intentions would have only benefited yourselves.

Dr. Fuji did not answer this.
He didn’t know how to.

I grow weary of this, Mewtwo said, irritably.

He began glowing ice blue again. It was time to put it to an end.
Dr. Fuji stared at him in horror. As Mewtwo’s energy became a large, intense, bright blue ball surrounding his body.

“We’ve succeeded in our efforts, to create the world’s strongest Pokemon,” Dr. Fuji said, quietly to himself, as he met his fate.

The whole laboratory exploded; into a bonfire of flames. Creating a funnel of heavy smoke, that could be easily seen even from the mainland.
Among the bits, and pieces, of what was left of the once proud building, was the crude drawing of the Mew.

Mewtwo stared scornfully down at it.

Behold my power, he declared, For I am even stronger than you.
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One could not begin to guess the terrible ordeal I went through with Mewtwo. I was caught off guard when he suddenly became angry, and could do nothing to disconnect, or block it out. His anger became my anger.
I began feeling as though I were in a play, acting out his every move. Except, this was no play. It was terrifyingly real.

As far as Mew was concerned with this, she tried her ultimate best to disconnect me from him, but it was all in vain.
Only when some of Mewtwo’s anger began to dissipate, was I freed from the connection.

I sat on my mat.
The shit frightened out of me, and shaking like a leaf in a rainstorm.

What am I to do, Mew? I asked her, my voice shaking.

I didn’t want to go through this again.

I only know of one thing you can do, she answered, And that is, to destroy the link.

I looked at her hopefully.

How can we do it? Can it be done immediately? I inquired, pressingly.

Slow down, Ki. There’s a lot more involved than you think, Mew replied.

‘What could be so hard about breaking a tiny little Psychic link?’ I wondered to myself.

A lot of things, Mew answered, reading my thoughts.

Like what? I asked, a bit annoyed.

Breaking a Psychic link is a very delicate matter, she explained, It should be taken one step at a time. Otherwise, you might severely damage yourself or him, even possible death.

I started feeling despaired.
Why was I the one to be linked to Mewtwo? How was I?, was the better question.
I didn’t know him, not personally anyway, but what was the significance of it that I had to be the one to be chosen?

Perhaps you have been chosen, to perform a special task, Mew mused.

Then her face lit up.

You’re the one to save the world from him, she said, excitedly.

Me?! I cried, incredulously.

That’s why you are linked, to witness just what his power can do, she replied.

But why me? I asked, perturbed.

Do not question Destiny, she chided me, It is an honor to be chosen to such a fate.

An honor?!
More like a pain in the ass to me.

However, you may like this, Mew added, It is beneficial, and absolutely necessary, to destroy the link between the two of you for it to work.

I was certainly thankful for that, but I was still curious, as to why.

Why is it? I asked.

Being linked would be dangerous to yourself, as well as others, she explained, Plus, in order to stop Mewtwo, you can’t be an outsider. You’d have to be someone he puts all his trust in, a friend.

What?!
I had to be friends with him?!

Have you lost your senses?! I asked, flabbergasted, Look what I just went through! How could I be “friends,” with someone like him?!

Another part of the reason why, is you’ll be erased of your memory of Mewtwo, completely, Mew answered, The only thing you’ll remember is, the special mission, and why. It’s like starting over again on a clean slate.

I didn’t respond to her explanation. I just sat there, thinking.
There was no way out of this. Either way, I’d be stuck.
I was preferring, though, to break the link, and start fresh from the beginning.

I still didn’t like the idea of me being chosen to stop him, and being his friend in the process, but I’d forget about not liking it.
Once the link was severed.

I took a deep breath.

I’m ready, I told Mew, quietly.

She nodded, and closed her eyes, a look of concentration on her face. A few seconds later, she began glowing light pink.
I watched her a minute, and then, felt something snap in my head. Sending pain throughout, like that of a bad headache. I groaned slightly, and then, everything began to get fuzzy.
I blacked out; a couple of seconds later.
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Standing there, among the heap of rubble, Mewtwo felt a slight twinge of pain in his head.
When it ceased, he wondered what had caused it. There was no time to play “20 Questions,” though, because he then heard the sound of a rotating blade behind him. He turned around, to see what had made the noise.

It was a helicopter. It had landed not far from him, and the still burning fire.
The door slid open, and revealed the towering form of a man. Mewtwo stared at him curiously, but kept his guard up.
As of right now, he was not a big fan of any human.

The man stepped down, out of the helicopter, and walked over to him.
He stopped, keeping a respectable distance between the two of them.

“Those scientists were mindless fools, in thinking they could control you,” was the man’s greeting.

Mewtwo raised an eyebrow in question.
Just what was this strange human getting at?

“I am Giovanni,” the man introduced himself as, “I head the famous world wide organization known as Team Rocket.”

And your point? Mewtwo asked, dully.

“I am a powerful man, you are a powerful Pokemon. Together we could rule the world side by side, as equals,” Giovanni answered, with just a slight hint of an edge.

Do you really think I need you for that? Mewtwo asked, annoyed.

“You are not aware of your destructive powers,” Giovanni replied, “And it could easily destroy us, as well as you. I could help make you aware of them though.”

How would you? Mewtwo asked, slightly interested.

“Come with me, and I’ll show you,” Giovanni said, with satisfaction, knowing he had won.

Very well, I will come, Mewtwo replied, his curiosity getting the better of him.

He boarded the helicopter with Giovanni.
Inside, the pilot gave him a wide-eyed stare of surprise, and fear. Mewtwo stared right back at him, and he quickly turned away.
Mewtwo looked around him. He wasn’t sure about flying in this contraption, but he forgot his nervousness, once they took to the air.
Flying posthaste, to the illustrious headquarters of Team Rocket.

Once there, Giovanni escorted him to a large training facility. Where he was fitted, and attired, with a suit of metal armor.
Mewtwo expressed his complaints of it, openly.

The armor protects me, but it restrains me from using my powers, he said.

“It does not restrain them, but helps you, in learning to focus them,” Giovanni corrected him.

“Let’s test it out, shall we?” he continued, “I have a gym in Viridian, in which it will be perfect. In defeating challenging trainers.”

Mewtwo complied.
He himself was a bit anxious to see just how this gadget worked.
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Ki? a concerned voice asked.

My eyelids fluttered open, and I looked into Mew’s worried blue eyes.

I’m all right, I answered, slowly, sitting up from my sleeping mat.

As I wasn’t quite sure.
I mean, I felt fine, but I also felt like I was missing pieces of my memory. Because I couldn’t remember what I did earlier today.
It was the middle of the afternoon now.

That’s good, she said, smiling a little.

I was confused by her smile.

What are you smiling at? I asked, curiously.

Nothing, Mew replied.

I knew it was something, but I decided to let it go.
Something important, I remembered, was nagging me.

Did you mention to me about a special mission, sometime today? I asked her.

Yes, she replied, cheerfully, About the Pokemon.

Becoming his friend, in an attempt to save the world. Before something drastic happened.
I remembered now.

Come with me, Mew told me, as she flew from the room, We’ll have to get you ready for it now, because I don’t know how much time we have.

I began following her.


End Part Four

Stay tuned for Part Five, that’s when the sparks start flying.

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