"Dreams of an Absolution"

 

By: Crichton55

 

Prologue

 

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A/N: Here it is, the long awaited sequel to “Whispers in the Dark”!  I intend to make this one and the next one way more in depth than the first, as I have spent the last few months formulating an ultimate plotline and all the twists and turns in my head.  Sorry for the wait for all of you that enjoy my fanfictions.

 

Disclaimer:  You know what a disclaimer is.  Why do I need to say it?  I don’t own Pokémon or the songs that I use in my fics.

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---June 14th, 1999---

---Cinnabar Island---

---One month before the Incident at New Island---

 

            Life is wonderful.

The thought replayed through his tired brain.  He had lost track of how many times the statement had confused him.  He could remember the fuzzy outline of something…teal colored…or was it blue?  The thing appeared human-shape, like a small child, hovering in front of him up against a brilliant smear of sunset colors.  He could see the child moving as if trying to speak, and he heard the same frustrating statement…

 

Life is wonderful.

            But why was it wonderful?  Why couldn’t he remember?  Why did he feel like he had to know more, to know who the small child was?  Why couldn’t he just forget about it and concentrate more on his training?  No…training was pointless.  Every day, for days on end it was nothing but battling.  He had watched in suppressed fury as countless humans in black uniforms collected the numerous wild Pokémon like little combine harvesters.  This was not training.  It felt like…slavery.

 

Going through this life, looking for angels.

People passing by, looking for angels.

 

            He watched as the unconscious Kangaskhan fell, wincing at the sickening crunch that greeted his ears.  He did not like using his powers on fellow Pokémon.  It felt…wrong, like he was a traitor killing his own men on the battlefield.

 

            His psychic abilities were becoming easier to control, but he did not care.  They felt like more of a curse than a gift.  They were the reason that these…people…were taking such a big interest in him.  What did they really want with him?  He felt like a lab rat being studied again and again and again, and felt no different than the countless other Pokémon being trained by the men in uniforms.  Every excursion out into the grassy fields he saw Pokémon being treated extremely harshly.  He couldn't see any that weren't cursed with numerous cuts and bruises.  Some even had deep gashes running down their forehead.

 

Walk this world alone try to stay on my feet.
Sometimes crawl, fall, but I stand up cause I'm afraid to sleep.
Open my eyes to a new day, with all new problems, and all new pain.
All the faces are filled with so much anger,
Losing our dignity and hope from fear of danger.
After all the wars, after settling the scores,

At the break of dawn we will be deaf to the answers.

 

            He heard crunching footsteps from behind him and turned to face a tall man walking slowly towards him.  The man wore his usual black suit and red tie, and his polished black shoes shone in the sunlight.  He walked in a sort of unhurried, casual stride, quite disproportionate to his attire.  The man gave a friendly smile as he approached, his hands tucked loosely in his pockets  "Your powers…they continue to impress me, Mewtwo."

 

There’s so much bigotry, misunderstanding and fear,

With eyes squinted and fist clenched we reach out for what is dear.

 

            Mewtwo gave Giovanni a sideways glance.  "If you wanted to speak to me in private," he said in a low voice.  "You didn't have to walk all the way out here."

 

            Mewtwo knew that Giovanni had not left his office for a mere stroll in the meadow.  It was a rare sight to see him out and about like this.

 

Giovanni gave a small chuckle and stood next to Mewtwo, looking out to the green field rustling in the light breeze.

 

            "When I was a kid," he said calmly, as though lost in a distant trance.  "I had a dream of becoming a Pokemon Master.  I traveled throughout Kanto and Johto, collecting badges and catching wild Pokemon.  I met many people along the way, but one decided to travel with me on my quest.

 

            "I didn't know what to think when I saw her battle for the first time," Giovanni went on.  "She commanded Pokemon with such grace and elegancy the likes of which I had never seen.  I soon found that she was all I could think of, and I was falling in love with her whether I liked it or not."

 

            Mewtwo glanced at Giovanni and chuckled slightly.  "Was she beautiful?" he asked.  He watched Giovanni's cheeks redden slightly as the man closed his eyes and smiled.

 

            "Mewtwo," he said with a brief snort of amusement.  "You're a mind-reading creature, just like my dad.  Wouldn't you know if she was beautiful?"

 

Giovanni paused for a moment, opening his eyes and surveying the grassy field.  He did not speak for a few moments; he merely stared out at the grass with a slight grin on his face.

 

"Yes, Delia was like a goddess,” he said finally, glancing over at Mewtwo.  “Even without makeup.  I'm pretty sure she caught me sneaking the occasional glance."  Giovanni grinned heavily at the pleasant memory.

 

            Mewtwo surveyed the man with a curious gaze.  He had never seen him so...peaceful, and happy.  He had always been barking orders with the ever-present aura of anger and hatred, but now he seemed to glow with happiness.  “And you eventually made a move on her?” he asked.

 

            “Eventually, yes,” Giovanni answered.  “At first I thought it was the best thing that ever happened to me.  From Goldenrod onward, it was nothing but bliss.  I won every battle and my Pokémon grew stronger at a faster rate.  Everything was perfect.”

 

            His smile lingered for a fraction of a second, then faltered and disappeared, only to be replaced by a look of sadness.

 

“Then everything changed,” he continued with a sting of pain in his voice.  “The morning I was about to finally take on the League, I woke up to find our room totally empty, as though I had been the only occupant.  I looked all over for her, but she had fled, and I never found her.  My training began to suffer almost instantaneously.  I had already registered for the League, so I had to battle them, and not surprisingly, I lost the first battle.”

 

            Giovanni lowered his head slightly and peered at the ground.  Mewtwo merely stared at the man disbelievingly.  He had never seen Giovanni so distressed. 

 

            "There is something that I wish to tell you, yes," said Giovanni, wiping his eyes and regaining his composure.  "How'd you guess?"  He gave another light chortle and glanced at Mewtwo.

 

            "Because," answered Mewtwo.  "You never tell me classified information outside your office aloud.  You always speak in thoughts."

 

            Giovanni smiled and turned to face Mewtwo.  "You're right," he said aloud.  "But this time, it does not matter.  Meet me in my office in half an hour."  He nodded his head and gave Mewtwo's bony shoulder a couple of light pats before walking away.

 

            “Then I will tell you the reason behind Amber’s murder.”

 

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A/N: Mwhahahaha!  Spooky cliffhanger!  No way to know where it will go!  I hope you enjoyed it, and I really hope you like where I’m gonna take this when I do.  I have a lot of very good ideas on how I’m going to dictate this trilogy.  Please review!  Thanks!