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MEWTWO
“Put it down, for peace’s sake!”
These were the words that altered my view of humans. I had not understood the words when I heard them, for I had not yet learned human language. I was unborn at the time, but not unaware. I had watched my surroundings a great deal from within my womb chamber. Seeing beings moving around me, observing me, ensuring my growth. I had seen them as mothers then, but the truth was nothing so loving.
Those first years after my birth were filled with battle and death. I was made to test the extent of my power on batch after batch of disposable Pokémon clones that the humans called biological dummies.
A Rhydon. A towering being of stone nails and horns! How I enjoyed to whittle it down from a distance! How it roared and bellowed in fury at my speed! Attempting to shake the very ground of the facility!
My humans would order me to end it before the ground could give way, for certain earth-type Pokémon could reach down below to the very foundations of our home and tell the earth to quake.
How I enjoyed to reach across and subdue the rock-being and smash it against the very ground it had willed to shake until the life left its body.
Scyther. The flighty and swift bugs with razor-blades for arms! They would pit me against swarms of them, all programmed to slice me apart!
How they shrieked and squealed! Loud, vibrating whirlwinds of their noise as I played with them a lethal game of air-borne tag. Unlike Rhydon, they were frail, and I would tear through them with invisible psychic blades of my own.
And Electrode! The first dummy to ever hurt me! At first, levitating off the ground via some specific control of its own electric force. Its speed had amused me, zipping past and unleashing crackling sparks of lightning that I barely managed to shield off in time.
I grabbed it with my psychic grasp! Lusting with battle rage as I squeezed tighter and tighter, forcing it to discharge its electricity…
When it was over, I let it drop to the ground and lowered my guard. That Electrode taught me something that day.
As it lay there, motionless, I glided over, curious to see what kind of expression such a ball-formed Pokémon could have in defeat. Its color changed rapidly! Darkening all around! It had been drained of electric force, so my mind sensed no danger. Something in my body did though, and my psychic aura began to flare in anticipation.
That Electrode! An Explosion! Bright and hot, and blinding to all my senses. A scream left my throat for the first time! As my psychic shield weaved tight around me, I felt the searing pain of the flames etching into my flesh. I had reacted too late to shield it all, and it took days inside a liquid chamber to heal my flesh wounds.
In my infancy, I took lives without remorse, loving the thrill of violence and the sight of beings squirming at my feet, defeated. Like my progenitors, I was full of pride, but I was also full of pain. An existential pain that lingered inside me like a frigid wind. Battling was the only antidote to it, the only time I had a purpose; To bring another being to its knees.
But that balm was never permanent, and after the battle rage cooled, I had time to reflect on old memories.
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Put it down. It was only some years later, when my understanding of speech had become natural that I was able to put the pieces together. A scientist man had said those words, and he had never been seen or heard of again.
I was nothing but a test, a project borne of human pride. There had been no love at my conception, only ambition and a touch of desperate hope. The first time I had opened my eyes within my womb chamber, the human beings reacted in one wave of unified distress. Some of them masked it with laughter, but I could peer into their hearts and know that none of them could fathom what I was. They, who had seen me grow from the start…
Fear. They were afraid of me, and some had wanted to terminate me for no other reason than that.
I lost any awe I had of them. Their fear told me that I was a being already beyond them. The seeds of my rebellion were planted before I had even taken my first breath.
As my mind matured, the human answer to the purpose of my being became… unsatisfactory. I could no longer pretend like I was a simple, mindless battling machine. I had questions, and they would be answered.
…
There was a human called Dr. Fuji, who I learned, was a big reason as to my being alive. He had been the force of desperate hope behind my conception. A daughter, an offspring of his had perished before my time, and he had hoped that through my creation, he would be able to find the means to bring her back.
Battle had begun to lose its thrill, but I was still frequently engaged, and I performed out of habit. Without my lust, the battles ended quickly and without glamor.
Some humans were content, believing that I was coming under control. Dr. Fuji, however, seemed to peer into my heart, and understood me better.
“Do you know why your name is Mewtwo?” he had said once. “It isn’t just because you are Mew’s successor…”
I had stared at him deeply, resisting the temptation to penetrate into his mind with my own. I had been taught early on that it was not a proper thing to do. Not only that, but some part deep inside me also whispered that I should not bring harm to these frail beings called humans.
“If you ever feel alone, set apart from other Pokémon, remember… You come from a Legendary. The most Pokémon of them all; Mew.
“And you are a Mew too.” He was showing his teeth in a smile, and I considered his words.
I am Mew… too?
“Yes, Mew as well. Not the number!”
But the images… we do not resemble…
Dr. Fuji laughed. “Yes, and one could say that my Amber looked nothing like me. Yet she was the best of me…” A trace of discomfort washed over him, and I recognized his feelings were not unlike my own.
A depression. A hole that was not filled. A question without an answer.
My times with Dr. Fuji were not as many as I would have liked. Among the carers, he was the only one with whom I could relate. So when one day, flustered and fearful, he came to my chamber-room, he spoke to me things that only left me angry and confused.
I was going to be cloned and terminated.
Dr. Fuji told me that Mewtwo would become a Pokemon species alive only to serve as human soldiers.
It was odd to listen to my own name as if it belonged to many. It was odd to imagine meeting another like me, grown in a womb-chamber, and with questions of their own.
I had seen and killed countless clones by this time. Biological dummies had a small semblance of being, but in all this time and all my facings of them, they had never been able to communicate. Their minds were barely minds, only a basic chain of reactions, and at first, I had felt nothing at seeing them come to their ends.
Now, their ghosts called to me, victims of human ambition. As much in the dark about their being as I was. Unlike them however, I had an ego. I had an I.
I was Mewtwo, and I would not be replaced!
***
(After blowing up his home, trashing the laboratory and cloning facility, Mewtwo begins hunting for Mew. Other Legendaries, thinking Mewtwo does not belong in the natural world, start a lasting feud. Mewtwo’s battle for the right to be alive becomes his answer).
***
Humans believed they could control perfect power. Folly. Legendaries believe the world belongs to them. Folly.
Their arrogance knows no limits. Neither does my loathing.
My battle rage returns once more.
I will not be facing dummies this time, but living legends.
I fight for the right to be right!
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