Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Destiny Of The Stars. ❯ Chapter 5

©H. Falcon. 2000-2003

--It was daylight, morning had come, the sun was rising in the sky. As I passed the forest I had looked down below and saw a few trees had broken, cracked. I knew they had been the ones that had broken my fall. I laughed… broken… yeah, right. I still had hit the ground hard enough to shatter my shoulder and break my arm. I thought, broken my fall. I laughed at the thought. I flew higher; I have told you how I prefer the night, and this is yet another reason why. I had to fly higher because as I passed over the sea I saw a few humans here and there. Some were trainers, others were just passengers on ships. And although I passed by most of the people I encountered on the ships without being noticed, a few trainers here and there, ether riding on small boats or one of their Pokémon's backs, did see me, and they all looked about at me curiously. But none could see me for long; I was a blue streak in the sky. I flew fast; I had to get home. It was daylight, and I was injured. I increased my speed, wanting to get home faster, and winced at the pain. I felt weaker, having used a lot of strength, and that blast and fall having taken a lot of my strength from me. I had never felt this weak before. I got annoyed at this; how had I let this happen? Something in my mind told me there was nothing I could have done about it; it was so unexpected and so sudden, that no one could have been prepared for that. Yes… I suppose. But it didn't make me feel any better, and I felt myself getting weaker. So I was glad when I could finally see my castle in the distance. It got bigger fast, as I darted for it even quicker. I landed on the balcony with a hard thud, and had to stand still for a moment, gaining my balance. Now I was normally excellent with coordination, but as I said, I was weaker now. I stood still for a moment... and closed my eyes. "Mewtwo... Come to me... I'm waiting for you..." ~NO! SHUT UP! GO AWAY!~ I yelled. I was too tired, too tired and too sore to deal with this voice in my head. ~LEAVE ME ALONE!!!....~ And the voice seemed to stop. I stayed there, my eyes still closed, just relieved to be in the quiet. I opened my eyes slowly, and moved my arm in front of me and made a parting gesture with it. The glass door from the balcony to the room slid open and I walked inside. I moved to the back of this room and went into the room with my bed. I looked at it; I felt sore, all over my body. I felt cuts, I felt the pain in my arm and shoulder, but all I wanted to do right now was sleep. I fell face first onto the mattress, a small amount of dust scattering about as I did. I closed my eyes... and fell to sleep.

--I slowly stirred from my sleep. For once, it seemed I had slept without the restlessness or any of those strange dreams. For once… since those dreams began... it was a peaceful sleep. My eyes shot open as I had moved onto my left side. I felt a searing pain shoot through my broken arm, and my mind wanted to yell, but I did not. It was pain… I could handle it. I sat up; how long had I slept? I did not know, but it was dark again outside. I stood up and went to the window. I peered out through it, seeing another calm, beautiful night. I looked up into the stars. ~Ai, Ai… what is happening to me?~ I stood there looking at her... at the star I had called Ai. ~Ai... am I going mad? Have I finally gotten to the point where I am so alone I am creating my own world to live in?~ The star, of course, didn't reply, but in a way it did, for it seemed to glimmer, as if responding, as if to say, "No, Mewtwo... you're not going mad. You will see… all your questions will be answered..." I shook my head. Great… now I was hearing the stars talk to me. I had always talked to this one star, for the same reason I called it the name I had, for I told you… it was as if I could feel her there, looking down on me. But although I had talked to this star many times, it had never answered me back. Great, you really have gone mad, Mewtwo... now you're hearing the star reply to you. ~Ai... why did you have to go? Why... why did you have to...~ I shook my head. No, that was the past. The past was already done; nothing I could do would change it. Even as powerful as I was, I could not reverse time. I would not dwell on it. I moved from the window, and looked at my left hand. I tried to move it, and only succeeded in giving myself more pain, but I saw my three fingers move. So I knew it was not completely inoperable. I walked out to the next room and noticed I had left the sliding glass door to the balcony open. No big deal, I thought. I lived here alone. I walked out onto the balcony and stared out into the sea, looking at the stars and moon reflecting in it. Now was the time to see what damage I had endured. I looked down to the dome and waved my right hand in a wave gesture over it and the dome began to open. Why was the dome closed, if I had closed it in my dream, my mind kept saying. I pushed it back for now; plenty of time to figure that out later. This needed to be done now, I could not stay like this. I let the dome open only a short way and then I jumped over the rail of the balcony and through the part of the dome that had been there but was now empty space. As soon as I was past it, the dome began to squeak and complain as it started to shut again, obeying my command. I landed on the ground hard and felt a sharp pain through my left leg. I feel to my knee, my right foot shifting taking my full support, and I placed my right hand on the ground, supporting myself. Apparently I had damaged my left foot as well... indeed, it seemed the left part of my body did take the full impact of the fall. I felt foolish, having fallen like that. I stood up slowly, feeling that sharp pain in my back again. I stood up and walked to the wall on the left side. Now if you know what this room was like it was rectangle, not square. It was as I mentioned before; like a stadium, only slightly smaller. So it had two shorter walls and two longer walls. On the two shorter, farther apart walls, was a door on one side. The door… well, I'll call it a door, as it was more of a wall that opened then a door, but it did open, so I will call it a door. On the farther side across from that was where I had the cement pillars, if you remember them. Well, on the two longer walls that were not as far apart as the two shorter walls where from each other (you know what I mean as I'm sure you know what a rectangle is like), there was a panel that blended in very well with the other parts of the wall, but looked slightly different. I went to it, standing before it, and waved my right hand in the air. A grinding, squeaking sound was heard as the panel rotated around, revealing a very large three-panel mirror, bigger then most mirrors ever are. It was about 7 feet tall and the middle section was 4 feet wide. The two other side panels were both slightly smaller at 3 feet wide. I stood there, looking at the reflection I saw, and I could not believe it. What had happened to me? I had not even realized how seriously hurt I must have looked to those children. You see… what I saw was this... My body had cuts everywhere, some not so deep, others that were very deep indeed. My blood had clotted in different places and dried. I had cuts even on my face, my skin seemed bruised, and I had different coloration all over my body. I even noticed shiny things reflecting in the mirror, and when I examined them carefully I realized it was shards of metal. Yes… shards of metal had pierced into my skin. That is how I first realized it was metal in the cliffside that had stopped my powers... It was that same blackish metal I told you about earlier. That is how, I later found out. I looked at my belly where I had a large laceration, and felt something sharp. I tugged at it and pulled it. It finally came out, and I winced as it did, and felt my blood pour from the wound. I looked down at my hand covered in my blood, and brought the rather large shard to my face. Metal? That same blackish metal that my powers had no effect on. But… what kind of force would shatter metal this strong in this manner? I knew this metal was not indestructible, but it took a lot to break it, and especially to send it into pointed shards; daggers. But you see... it wasn't only because of the sheer force, but because of two other things. One… the sheer quickness of it all, like I told you; it all happened very fast. And two, my powers had hit the metal... the metal absorbing my blast would have heated up considerably, even to the point of weakening it enough so that when the explosion occurred and as fast as it did, it shattered the metal. Like making something cold, as metal often was in it's dormant state, and making it hot very quickly, and then on top of that the explosion. You understand what I mean if you have ever tried to pour a hot drink in a very cold glass; sometimes if the temperature change is too quick or too much for the glass to adjust it cracks and breaks. So I stood there, removing the pieces of steel from my body, small and large alike. And then when I saw no more, felt no more, I turned around, and found out why my back was bothering me.

--Here is what I saw. Apparently, during my fall, the trees not only acted as a sort of cushion to break my fall, but apparently some of them felt it was their duty to act like spears. I had multiple small pieces of very sharp branches sticking into my back towards the left side. I counted five in all. They had broken off very short and only a little remained sticking out; the rest, of course, was inside me, under my skin, having torn into it. I wanted to get mad, but there was no point. The trees had not done this on purpose. I had merely fallen into them. The trees did not move; did not purposely spear me with their branches; still, I wanted to get mad. I pulled four of them out with not much trouble. I say not much trouble, but you forget I had the use of only one arm, and I said not much trouble… I didn't say not much pain. It hurt… a lot. It felt like a fire running through me as I pulled each one out. The fifth one was the hardest; it was the lowest and the longest, and this was the one that had caused me the pain in my back. It was deep, and it hurt like hell pulling it out. I wanted to pull it out fast, get it over with and deal with the pain. But my mind cautioned me against that. You see, this very sharp, long, tree branch, which to me felt like a dagger in my body, was not entirely straight, as you no doubt know tree branches aren't, and have never seen one that was, because they simply don't exist. This one was jagged, and as I later found out, and probably why it hurt even more, was that it had two points to it, slightly split from each other. It was sort of like a crude, ancient fork or double arrowhead, if there was such a thing. I did not know, but my mind cautioned me against simply ripping it out. For it was like a spear, or arrowhead. Easy going in... much harder to get out. So I slowly pulled it out. You might be worried that maybe I would break it? No, I did not. It was a strong piece of branch; if it had not broken off when I hit it and instead speared me with it and went this far into my body, it had to be strong. So I slowly pulled it out… feeling as if someone was pushing at something in my body, trying to force it out. I closed my eyes when it got to the last part, and I yanked it out. I once again fell to my knee as I did, my right hand supporting myself again. I had dropped the piece when I had pulled it out of my back. I just kneeled there like that for a moment, my eyes closed, feeling my blood run down my back. I had felt pain before, but not like this, this… this was intense. I opened my eyes and slowly stood up, and turned my back to the mirror. I looked over my right shoulder, and saw the wounds. Where the other four had been were just small holes, compared to the last one; splinters, really. But the last one, where that one had been, was a large slash... no… a gash across my back on the left side. I looked at it; it hurt, but it would heal. I turned back to face the room and looked down at the spear of a tree that had impaled me. It was indeed double pointed, two branches beginning to form from one. I knelt down and picked it up. It was around thirty centimeters in length. Now, thirty centimeters, you might be saying, and you'd be either thinking that was very large, or not large at all, depending on what you consider large. But take a ruler, and look at that length. Now picture that almost completely entirely in your back. Still feel the same way? I didn't think so. The only thing I could be thankful for as I looked down at this twisted blood covered spear, was that good thing it had impaled me and went downwards instead of straight through my back. Good thing my angle had been not directly on it in a straight down fall. Thank the stars I fell in a downward arc and not straight down. Yes… thank the stars. I looked at this thing and got angry with it… why, you ask? I have no idea, it was just the way it was, as you might get mad at some kind of furniture you stub your toe on. So I looked at it, and my eyes started to glow blue, a good sign of my psychic powers, and when I might be angry. I threw the tree spear forward and watched it sail across the room and hit the other wall. So you watched it hit the wall and break you ask? No... it did not break. I had thrown it with such force that it actually drove into the wall. Impossible, you say? A branch, no matter how strong, cannot go into a wall! No matter how hard you throw it! If you say that, then you still do not comprehend my strength. I looked at it as it hung there, half imbedded into the wall. And then I turned to the mirror again, this time looking at my limp arm, and my shattered shoulder. If it wasn't for the look of immobility, and the slightly sagging effect, you wouldn't have known anything was wrong with my arm or shoulder. No bones stuck out, no obvious signs were present, just the way it hung there. But that boy was right, you could tell just by the way it looked. I looked at the mirror and grinned. I grinned so wide my upper fangs showed. Upper fangs? Some of you who think you might know all about me are saying? What fangs? I've never seen your teeth. Well, did you think I had none, simply because you have never seen them? It is foolish to think that way. Just because they were rarely seen, or even never seen, didn't mean I didn't have any. Do you question the wind, even though you don't see it? No... Of course I had teeth. I was a creature; I ate, just like every one of you. I was created, not born, but that didn't mean I didn't have teeth. Anyhow, I had grinned so wide my upper fangs showed, and why did I grin so wide? Well, I'll tell you, simply this. Because I knew I would be fine, that I would heal, and would be back to normal, and it wouldn't take long. You might think big deal. But when one realizes that oneself is going to be fine and OK, and back to their normal self, I can assure you, it is something you feel good about. So I grinned a wide grin, looking into the mirror.

--I turned back looking to the center of the room, and moved forward about two spaces. I stood before a large pattern on the floor. It was a long rectangular shape, the same shape as the room, but a much smaller rectangle. One might think it was merely a nice pattern on the floor to highlight the room perhaps. This was not the case. I lifted my good hand and held it in the air, and then closed my eyes and moved my hand, lowering it. There was an audible click and the floor in the form of the pattern dropped down a little and then started to part. Now, if you remember what I had said earlier, then you know what was under there, and if you do not remember you will see. The floor continued to part; I kept my eyes closed as I heard it sliding under the other part of the floor, then there was another clicking sound as the sliding floor panels locked into there places. I opened my eyes, and before me now was a rather large pool, the water shimmered in the light. The light? Yes… I did not mention it before because I either found it to be irrelevant at the time or figured you would have assumed automatically that there were lights in this room as there were in most rooms. Yes, there were lights; they were along the top part of the walls, just where the dome receded into. They weren't bright, but there were many along each of the longer walls, so it provided adequate light. The light shimmered off the water; it was a nice sight. Now you might think of a blueish color water, as in a pool, but this water was crystal clear. You see, when you look into a pool, the water seems blue because of the lining. It had no lining. This was an in-ground pool; cement; that sort of thing. Also, chlorine tends to affect water as well. I had no need for chlorine. This was fresh water; it was filtered directly from the sea. Just one of the benefits of having your home on a cliffside near a body of water. I moved to the edge and hopped off, feeling the cool water hit my skin. This was not any ordinary pool, not by far. You see, right now the way it currently was it was only four feet deep and looked more like a very huge tub, or something like you might call a hot tub or Jacuzzi. It was not always this way. In fact, it was adjustable. I had built it this way. The floor could sink down into the ground. Since this arena was built on a side of the castle it wasn't a direct part, and had nothing but ground underneath, ground of the cliff, which I had made so it could sink into. It could go as deep as 150 feet. Why, you ask. Well, I told you this was my training area, and that I liked to train myself and further my abilities and powers. If you only assumed I used the room to test my Psychic powers and not other things as well like my body, then that is your mistake. If you have learned anything in my tale so far it is that you should not assume anything. Anyhow, what I am saying is the floor was able to adjust to different depths, up until 150 feet. Right now, it was at four, perfect for what I wanted to use it as. The water was just a little more then half way up my body. I moved in towards the edge and lowered my body into the water, keeping my head above, and I sat in it, as you might when you are in a bath. I closed my eyes and let the cool water clean me. I felt it against my skin; it was cold, but felt good. I opened my eyes and noticed the water around me was already becoming a reddish brown color, stained with my blood. I let the water lap against me, cleaning out all my cuts and gashes, even the large one in my back. After a while, I'd say 15 minutes or so, I closed my eyes, and focused on myself, my body, my powers. And although I did not see it, since my eyes were closed, I could feel it. My body started to glow, first purple, then red, then orange, then bluish color, then purple again.

--What was happening, you ask? I was healing myself. I was using my powers to recover myself. My cuts started healing, the wounds closing. My arm and the bones in it started to mend, to reform together, healing. Same as my shoulder. My body continued to glow, I kept my eyes closed and just concentrated on healing myself. After a few minutes the wounds had totally healed, even the large laceration on my back. All of them gone, without a trace. No scars, nothing. Such were my abilities. The arm and shoulder took a little longer; they were internal injuries, not just surface wounds. So it took a little longer. But within minutes after, they where healed as well. It was not long at all, maybe 15 minutes in all, and probably would have taken less time had I not been so exhausted from the previous events. After I was completely healed, the glowing slowed and then stopped. I opened my eyes, and moved my left arm to look at it. I moved it, and clenched my three balled fingers together. Everything was as it was before. I smiled; back to normal, I thought to myself. I looked down at the water and it was still reddish brown in certain places, floating spots. So I moved my now perfectly good left arm forward slightly and the suction jets at the far end came on, sucking the water out slowly, and then moments later the pressure jets came on, shooting new filtered water into the pool. I leaned my head back over the edge and rested it on the edge, feeling the cool water all around me. When the pool had contained all new filtered water and the old water had all been sucked out, the jets and pumps of course stopped, having it all done by computer calculation. I stayed in this pool like this for some time, enjoying the cool water around me, letting it soothe my body. I closed my eyes; I had a lot of thinking to do. What the hell had happened? What had happened to the cliff? What was in there that caused that to happen? Obviously there was metal in there, I knew that much. But what kind of energy had been in there to cause that explosion? Or better yet... why? Why in the hell was there energy flowing through a mountain? Of course I had to go back... I would find out what in the stars was going on.

©H. Falcon. 2000-2003