Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Rejected ❯ Keep on Running ( Chapter 14 )

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CHAPTER 14: KEEP ON RUNNING
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That Salamence... I still remember him...

It is strange how Pokemon accept death easily... but in a world where most live about twenty years at most, where the fight for survival is daily and extreme... there is no place for sorrow and the failure to accept.

Death... is quick to strike... more than anytime before, I am convinced of it.

Derlank... killed by age... Spark... killed by drowning... but most of all... Mew...

I barely realised I had met my mother that she was taken away from me... and I suffer from this...

Finally, I had a face to place on the figures of my dreams... I knew who my parents were... but even now, they remain only that... a dream... and will forever remain this... for Mew has died.

It is strange how a Legendary Pokemon, who is supposed to be above death, was destroyed with such ease. All that it took was a single, precise blow to the heart... and she was gone.

I... I suffer greatly from this fact... I wanted my dream to come true... my dream to become reality... and now... it has become a futile dream... a dream that won't come true...

The worst is that she won't find peace... she will not be allowed to rest. Not only did that vile Pokemon, whoever it was, destroyed her... but he dared to take away her consciousness...

I remember... when Spark died and then Salamence... both claimed that I was Mew... both repeated it as life left them... and this mere fact, seeing me as Mew, was enough to take away their regrets...

Hope is a beautiful thing to have... but do I have any left? Can I give something to the world that I do not have?

No use in thinking like this... I should act... if I am to build a future devoid of the Poison... then I should start right here and now!

"HALF-MEW! COME OUT!"

CLAC!

FWOOOOOOOSH!!!

The colors... returned. I am no longer in the dark now... I am back at the artificial jungle... that place where Mew was locked when she was alive... when she...

I... I... sniff... I am maybe suffering a bit... more than I... had thought at first...

"DITTO! COME OUT!" it was the enslaver...

CLAC!

FWOOOOOOOSH!!!

In a flash of red light, a purple shapeless figure was standing before me. It was small and it was most obviously semi-liquid... no features were present except for a plain-looking face...

"Ditto!" the Pokemon said it's name, happiness in it's voice...

"Ditto... you remember, don't you? This Pokemon..." the enslaver took it's Pokedex and shown whatever was displayed on the screen to the small slime Pokemon...

The enslaver... the so-called Champion... I hate you... I hate you with all of my heart. You didn't just robbed innocents of their freedom... but you tortured them as well, trying to turn them into living weapons in order to fulfill your sadistic, evil ambitions.

"Ditto! Transform!" he ordered.

The slime... begun to change... it concentrated, reminding itself of what it had seen, so long ago... and soon enough, the purple body begun to change color... to become pink... a long tail sprouted, the slime became solid, forming curves... small, delicate hands and a cute little head came out...

Soon enough, I found myself in front of Mew... or rather, a mock-up of her. I knew it was fake... that it was a Ditto, not the real Pokemon. Although I could feel the powerful psychic powers... the overwhelming power... I did not feel the aura of kindness and faint light that the original had.

The human smiled... his grin... I hate it so much... I hate the way you look at people... I hate the way you smile... I hate the way you walk around... I hate everything about you. You are awful, horrible!

What keeps me from destroying you? From killing you? Your daughter, Eliza? She despise you. I'm not sure she'll even grieve if you die. Pity for your Pokemon? It will be a liberation if I kill you... then... why do I spare you? Why aren't my Dark Powers unleashed yet? Why didn't my cold anger claim your life when I had unleashed it?

He is walking away... and I have only one occasion to do this... he is almost out... almost... the door is opening... he walks through it...

Hatred... reaching... it's... peak... urge... to... kill...

I pointed at him and the very air was folded, forming blades of emptiness... then, I directed them toward the fool, aiming to strike his heart.

CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!

The door closed at the last second and the blades shattered, striking only metal...

"HEY! What was that for?!? You could have hurt him!" Mew's voice... but the soul behind it is not here.

I turned to face that Ditto, hovering in front of me, staring at me with confusion...

"I should have shot the blades a second earlier... but even then, I don't know if he's worth covering my hands with blood any further." I stated.

The Pokemon was obviously angered by this. "He is the best Pokemon trainer in the world! He's the Champion! Show respect!"

"I won't show respect for a being whose only goal in life seems to be torturing innocents and claiming trophies for doing so." I explained in a cold, serious tone...

The Pokemon turned it's back to me, frustrated by my answer... Yep... one more brainwashed fool... Trained Pokemon are all the same... all the same soulless beings...

"I can read your thoughts! I'm not soulless!" replied harshly the Mew mock-up, turning toward me with her face all red from anger.

You can read my thoughts? Well... I figure out that you can't understand them. Why are you out in this form anyway? I'm wasting my time...

The Pokemon remained there and stared at me in a strange way... "Hmm... not bad... I seen worse... seen better..." she whispered.

This is starting to get on my nerves. I'm wasting my time! "Why are we here? Why are you looking at me like that?" I asked, trying not to show any sign of my annoyance in my voice... and failing miserably.

"Considering that you will mount me, I want to print your image in my memory..." she explained.

Wait a minute? I? Mount her?... wait a minute, here! Does this means that... UGH! Disgusting! That stupid enslaver... he's trying to breed me like you breed cattle!

She landed on the ground... "This is so awkward... I never thought I'd be the one doing that. I thought Mew would do it... but well, she always refused me anyway. She was so uptight and stupid. She was a Pokemon! Pokemon don't love! When a male and female meets, they reproduce and then leave each others. It's that simple."

I heard that stupid explanation from that retarded Plusle, thank you. "Your input is appreciated. Now just buzz off before I blast you to kingdom come!" that came out incredibly harsh... in fact, I was surprised at how mean my reply was. I heard Mightyenas bark with less aggressiveness than this...

The Mew mock-up frowned, staring at me, her face filled with disgust. "What? You do not believe in that "love" stupidity, don't you?"

"Just read my thoughts already... if you're even half worthy of that form you hijacked." I taunted.

She closed her eyes... and her face begun to distort about as I opened my thoughts to her, showing her my time with Cherlie... and when she finished, she opened her eyes and...

"YUCK!!! You LOVE a retarded MINUN?!? What kind of disgusting Pokemon are you?!? She's UNDEAD!... and besides, you LOVE her! Love is an illusion and anyway, it's disgusting!... and she sucks in bed!" she barked.

I ignored those insults. I didn't cared about that stupid moron... not at all. Say what you want... you will never, ever touch my... thing... whatever you may be thinking. I will not be used in a breeding plan that a retarded human devised to create an army of Mews.

Furthermore... the Pokemon in front of me has my mother's body... thus, EVEN if my instincts were going toward it... I wouldn't for mating with someone who has my mother's body would be just... wrong.

"Just... go away." I asked that... that thingy.

"What? Afraid that I said the truth about your little Minun friend? I just read your thoughts... and my thoughts were confirmed! She is a sick, perverted who..." she couldn't finish her sentence. I did not allow her to.

I grabbed the fake Mew's neck and felt the anger rise... flames... erupt all over my body as rage rise...

"Never... NEVER insult Cherlie ever again!" my voice... was as sharp as a razor, the threatening tone all too obvious...

The Ditto is glowing with a blue aura... but I am safe. Psychic powers cannot grasp Darkness's true form...

I spun the stupid Pokemon about, winding up for the throw... but then, I suddenly felt something in my neck...

Huh?

"AAAAAAAAAARG!!!" SUCH PAIN!!!

UGH!... huh?...

BAM!

Zzzzzz...

...

"He's waking up it seems..."

"You're sure it will work?"

"There's enough chemicals in that to plunge even the most shy of Pokemon into a state of heat bad enough to make a Taurus in heat looks normal."

"Alright. Inject it already and let's leave."

Ugh... I... I must have been shot with sedatives... so dizzy...

Guuuuh... the pain... I... I despise injections... I... I really hate them... stupid needles...

BZZZZZZT!

BZZZZZZT!

CLANG!

Well... everything's going back to normal... and I'm still in the artificial jungle. I was in the middle of a clearing, the figure of the Ditto hovering in front of me...

"Heeheehee!" she giggled, in a voice that had once belonged to Mew... "So... you're finally awake! I had been waiting!"

Ugh... my head... I... I feel... it feels awful...

I stumbled... I was unable to remain on my feet... I was shaking so hard... I felt as if a Pikachu pack was constantly filling my nerves with electricity, not letting me breathe...

I...

BAM!

Not again... fell down...

...

ACK! It's... It's... Wheeze! Can't that stupid enslaver adjust the room's temperature or what?!? I'm burning in there! It feels as if a dozen Magmars had turned the room into their lair!

I... I tried to use my powers... to summon a Blizzard or anything cold to counter the heat... but I... I cannot concentrate in such heat...

I struggled against the intense heat and slowly got up... well, I tried to...

My legs... are... shaking... trying... to support myself... with hands... hands hurts... arms shaking... so heavy... burning up... I'm sweating so much... my fur... is all wet... despite having next to no fur...

But... after a long while... I could do it... I'm finally... standing up... UGH!... so heavy... can't stand...

Huh?

"So... how are you feeling?" such a heavenly voice... visions of Cherlie and Mew entered my mind... their voices both were beautiful... and when mixed together... it formed this voice... the perfect voice... I couldn't help but smile...

I turned... and saw...

Blue eyes... shining in the shadows of the artificial jungle... eyes that looked like the ocean... and then, there was this small, so cute smile... this quiet, innocent smile...

So cute... even more cute than anything I ever saw... nothing was more cute than this... ever...

Up... and down... up... and down... she is hovering... and I have difficulty keeping up... my whole body... burns...

A long, articulated, thin tail with a oval tip... delicate hands and feet... perfect curves... She screams "perfection"... I am burning... completely burning... and the heat slowly vanishes...

Although the heat vanished... I am still burning... burning with desire...

"I see... then there is nothing to be said..." I... barely understand what she is talking about... and I don't care... such a beautiful voice... such a beautiful body...

What of her thoughts? What is that angel thinking about?

I concentrated... and found myself able to, strangely enough... and then, my brain was filled with visions... and the visions were so quick... so sudden... intense pictures of unknown origin...

The vision... her thoughts... way too fast... can't keep up...

FLASH!

Time seemed to freeze and my mind was focused on a single vision... two pink blurs... one with a hint of purple on it... the second totally pink...

FLASH!

The vision... blurred once again and sounds filled the blur... and I found myself in the center of it all, confused... and then...

FLASH!

Another still picture... A tall male pink cat grasping a smaller female pink cat's hips and was frowning as he was doing a seemingly extremely physically taxing effort... and the smaller female cat had a similar expression too... and both were so close... so close they touched each others at a specific location...

FLASH!

The vision blurred again... the sounds were mixed to voices... voices which got louder and louder... a flurry of feelings thrown in... and as the blur continued on, I felt more and more tense...

FLASH!

A third picture... frozen in time, the couple stood... the male's eyes had widened and he stood there, an expression of shock all over his face... He was still holding the female, who had seemingly thrown her head back, an expression of intense pleasure all over her face... a small cloud of exploding white was visible between the two, linked through a single cylinder link...

FLASH!

"You want it soooo badly..." stated the voice, lashing out playfully at my heart and twirling it about in it's hands...

She... floated closer...

"You want the vision to become reality... I know it... your thoughts told me so..." I'm... I'm melting... such a voice...

ACK! She... she is touching me...

"Unleash your instincts..." she slowly said... and I seen her, staring into my eyes... I got lost into the endless ocean within those pupils of hers... and I felt the fur... the skin... it touched me... and I liked it...

She lowered her tail and I felt it touching something...

FLASH!

Cherlie slowly opened her eyes and stared into my eyes... she stood there, her face filled with happiness and satisfaction... "I... I want to stay with you forever, Mewlt..." she whispered, out of breath.

FLASH!

"What's wrong?" asked the beautiful cat...

What's wrong? I feel... dirty. I feel... defiled. Although I like the feeling that the contact of her tail with my organ gives me... I can't help but feel defiled.

My anticipation only grows... but a sense of dread fills me as well. This is just... wrong...

The pink female... she lowered herself... and stood there, just above my organ...

"It's so big... Do you think it can fit?" she asked...

FLASH!

Cherlie stared at me... and then, she climbed on me and stood there, clinging to my chest... "Not a good idea?... maybe... or maybe not. You know that I just cannot die... so I really don't care if you "explode" me... literally. It's kind of twisted... but well, I'm a twisted female. Are you a twisted male?"

She grinned in a naughty way and lowered herself, sitting on... calm yourself... you're not thinking straight... but well... neither is she... but then... I really... REALLY... feel like... oooh... My entire body twitches with anticipation... I really wanna accept her proposition...

Bah! I won't know if I can do it or not if I don't try, isn't it? I overcame our limitations once... why wouldn't I be able to do it again?

"I'm suuuch a twisted male..." I answered her question, using my psychic powers to place her right in front of... you know.

FLASH!

"Psychic powers? That could work..." I... I feel angered... but I don't know why.

She now floats there, legs spreaded, waiting for me to thrust foward... and she smiles... I really feel like going inside but...

FLASH!

"Mewlt... Promise me that you will never betray my feelings..." she asked me.

Betray her feelings... I would never do that... but would she betray mine? Would that strange hormone that cause females to hate males who mated with them for life force us apart?

"Will... you hate me?" I asked.

"Fate cannot force me into the arms of all the males I run into... for I have made my choice. Mewlt... did you choose?" she said.

I had her word... and for me, it was more than enough. "I have chosen... you have my word. I will never, ever betray your feelings."

FLASH!

"What's wrong? What are you waiting for?" that's strange... her voice... sounds a lot less beautiful than before... in fact... it sounds... fake...

"Do... you love me?" I asked.

Her smile widened... "Of course not! Pokemon do not love. Just do it already, okay?"

The hatred is clearly defined now. The desire... has died off. My instincts urge to ram a female... but I refuse to ram any female. I do not care if Pokemon do not love... and if they do not enter permanent relationships. I have made my choice!

"Mating with only one female is stupid... and since you're so slow..." she said, in a slow, naughty tone...

She closed her eyes... her aura grew more intense and...

NO! YOU'RE NOT DOING THIS!

She pressed her entrance against my organ... but I instantly gathered my psychic powers and blasted her with all of my strength...

UGH! GROSS! GROSS!

"Why do you resist?!? Why did you slowed down the initial contact?" she moaned.

GET OUT! GET OUT YOU STUPID BITCH! I HATE YOU! I DESPISE YOU!

I gathered the intense dark flames and, seeing as she just won't pull out herself... then I will do so myself!

I blasted her with all of my strength and although the brutal exit hurt me... the pain was a minor cost compared to all the relief I felt from seeing her fly backward!

BAM!

She passed right through a tree, splitting it in two!

BAM! BAM! BAM!

She passed through a bush, a rock, one more tree... she was passing through obstacles, each time the sickening sound of bones being broken echoing, breaking the obstacles into pieces as well...

BAM! BAM! CLAAAAAAAANG!!!

Finally, she broke through it all and slammed right into the metal wall. The sound echoed for a long time and large cracks appeared on the wall... the Ditto coughed up blood, her Mew body completely broken... and she collapsed.

She was not dead... but for a second, I wished she was...

"HALF-MEW! RETURN!" that stupid human... how did he got in here so quickly?

I turned around. As long as I am bound to this stupid ball... as long as I am not free to go wherever I want... I will never accomplish my destiny. I must break free... and I know there aren't thousands ways to break free. I'll become a Defect once again... Pokeballs... will not hurt me anymore. I will be superior to them... I will overcome their cursed power...

The red beam struck me and I can feel my body being forced into energy...

I WILL REMAIN WHERE I AM!

Must... concentrate... more... UGH!

"What the... it's... struggling?!?"

My hand... is almost gone... I grasped the wrist and let the power flows from my brain to the fingers and then from the fingers to the wrist... from the wrist to the hand... and slowly, the red energy turned pink and turned back into a hand...

But quickly enough, I saw my left foot turned red... and then I could no longer feel the tip of my tail... must... concentrate... harder...

"Well... I rarely saw a Pokemon struggle THAT much!... but it's useless. This Shadow Ball was built after the GS Ball."

I... DON'T... CARE... IF... IT... WAS... MADE... AFTER... THE... GS... BALL!

FWOOOOOSH!!!

A huge field of blue light expended around me, forcing my body into physical shape and repelling the red energy... but soon enough, it begun to make openings in the force field and dived toward me, like Arboks infiltrating the lair of the Raticate who hides in vain, hoping to save it's doomed life...

... but I am unlike those Pokemon... for I am not a Pokemon...

I am Mewlt... and I will become a Defect... and then... a Legendary Pokemon!

FLAAAAASH!!!

"WHOA! That was a big one! How long do you think he'll last?"

"HALF-MEW! YOU CAN DO IT!" this voice... it's different from the enslaver...

"WHAT?!?"

"Chip?" it... it is... Eliza's... Torchic...

A human and it's Pokemon... are rooting for me? They actually, REALLY want me to be free rather than being a slave?

UGH!!! So... difficult... to fight it... I'm... tired... so tired... NO! I will do it... I'll break free...

"HALF-MEW!" Eliza... worry... in her voice... why?

I... I looked at myself... I'm... I'm almost completely made of energy... the blue energy... is weak-looking... weak just like me... I feel... so tired... I...

I... I won't do it... I... I can't do it...

NO! I MUST do it! Failure is not an option...

AAAAAAARG!!! I WILL DO IT!!! I WILL BE FREE!!! I WILL NOT ALLOW YOU TO TAKE MY FREEDOM, YOU CRUEL MONSTER!

"Half-Mew... return."

NO! AAAAAAARG!

FWOOOOSH!!!

CLAC!

I'm... not free... I'm... still enslaved... just like Mew was... but I will break free. I don't know how... but I will do it... I must... I... I... Huh?

Stupid Pokeball... restraining... thoughts... can't... hold... so... tired... zzzzz...

Can't... even sleep... Pokeball robbing me of my dreams... can't think...

...

CLAC!

FWOOOOOSH!!!

I'm... I'm awake once more...

Huh? Where is this? So unfamiliar... all green everywhere... forest?

"Half-Mew! Half-Mew!" whispered a familiar feminine voice...

I turned to face Eliza. She was looking the exact same way as yesterday, back at the Pokemon Center, before the fateful battle with Groudon... I... ugh...

"Why are you so sad, mister Half-Mew?" asked a little figure, just next to the figure of the human girl...

My eyes... are all wet... my mother... is dead... I... I could not even say goodbye... I could not even let her know that I knew that I was related to her... I...

I closed my eyes and wished for the pain to go away...

Mew... wouldn't have wanted me to be sad despite her unfair death... she... loved her son... she loved... me... and I now realise that just like I survived in the Defect Center thanks to my memories of her... she survived because that she knew that I was alive... and despite feeling pain from it... it still gave her the strength to live on.

And now... she is gone... my mother... my mommy... the one I had always wanted to see...

Mommy... I never had a childhood... I was robbed of my years as an immature, playful child...

I had always knew only of suffering and despair... only of the dirty prison, the awful food, the cold muddy floor, the lack of light, the painful experiments, the cruel battles...

I was born out of love and raised in suffering... my mother... who only wanted me to be happy... to love me... was separated and we both suffered, alone, lonely, not even sure of each others' existences...

If Derlank hadn't been there... I... I'm not sure I would have survived all those years... I would have probably thrown myself into the deadly chemicals on that small table, back in the lab... or I would have presented my neck to the blood-thirsty Pokemon and Defects I fought back then...

Apart from my time with Derlank and Cherlie... I never knew of happiness. How can a being who knows only of suffering, anger, and despair bring hope and happiness to all?

"Don't be sad Half-Mew... it's over... we're leaving this awful place once and for all..." Eliza... her voice is pure, innocent... she is untouched by the Evils of this world...

I wish I could have her purity and innocence... but I am not Mew and I lack both. I am tainted... and sadly, I am not Mewtwo either... unlike him, I am the slave of my Darkness instead of being it's master...

Neither Light or Darkness... just a pathetic, weak excuse for a Pokemon who has both and fail at both...

... and yet... I am Mew... I have been designed to be the new Legendary Pokemon of Light... but then, I doubt it. Yes... Spark told me... then that Salamence did... but... I cannot be the new Mew... can I? Can the Legendary Pokemon of Light be a Shadow Pokemon?

But then... what is Light? What is Darkness? Light... is positive... Darkness is negative... so... I should be Darkness, right?... right?

... I'm not sure...

I... I remember the time I spent with people other than Derlank and Cherlie... and I remembered those people...

Spark... I could not save him... but I could give him hope... and in the end, he died, his soul at rest in the thought that his life had not been in vain... that he had mattered to someone.

People... told me not to fall to my hatred despite being consumed by it... they told me how I was better than this... how I brought them happiness despite bringing them death as well...

I... bring positive feelings back to blackened hearts... but I also bring death and destruction...

Why must I carry both?

Light and Darkness... I carry both. Just as I bring hope... I bring death...

Can... I control my Darkness? Can I become like Mewtwo and be one with my Darkness rather than be it's tool?

I... ... well... ... maybe not... but then...

His blood... course in my veins... Mewtwo... my father... I am of his line... I am the son of pure Darkness... and as such, just as I wield Mew's Light... I wield his Darkness.

I cannot begin this journey without having control over my powers... and as such, I MUST see my father and... and besides...

Besides...

He is... my father.

My father... my father lives...

Did he missed me, like Mew did? Did he thought of me? Does he loves me, even tough I'm far away? Do he knows I still live?

I want to meet him... I do not want him to suffer mother's fate... I want him to be happy... to know that his son knows of him and loves him, despite barely remembering him... but then... I know of him...

The visions... I saw him... I saw his thoughts and dreams... I saw his suffering and happiness...

Physical contact... there's no longer any. I turned to the Pokemon trainer... and I couldn't keep curiosity from showing all over my face despite my feelings...

She smiled sweetly... "You must be wondering how we got here, right? Well, I decided I had enough! Daddy can be the Champion all he wants! He didn't do anything to protect Mew... and for that, I won't forgive him! I'm a Pokemon trainer! I can travel alone! So... I stole your Pokeball and now, we're going on a journey! What do you have to say about this?" she asked, after explaining everything.

She got past the security? But how... soon, guards will rush after her... she is unsafe... we are unsafe... The enslaver lost control over Mew... I know there's no way he'll let me go... not after all this...

But we cannot remain here, either. I must go and see my father... and as such, even thought I knew she wouldn't understand, I nodded and stated that I agreed.

"YAY! WE'RE GOING ON A JOURNEY! WE'RE GOING ON A JOURNEY!" the little Torchic chanted, bouncing in the darkness, next to his trainer...

Then I realised that it was the night... since everything was dark and since the ceiling was covered of small white dots instead of a large yellow one. I wondered... how are we going to leave this place?

A loud sound... like wings...

... and then, I saw a large dragon, about my size, land next to her. The dragon was merely a head lower than me... and for a Pokemon, I knew that this was huge...

I stared at the Charizard... and I made a guess about why it was here...

"You'll carry us out of here, right?" I asked the large orange dragon.

The dragon nodded. "Master decided to give me to the Pallet Town Science Institute to serve as an Alpha male for Charmander breeding... and while master completely forgot about me, his hatchling still visits me... and as such, I guess it's only common sense that I repay the favour."

The Charizard laughed nervously... "It must feel weird to you, mister... but you do not know what true loneliness is until you have been forced into the arms of thousands of females which you'll never get to even know the names... and then see all of your children disappear before you could even remember their voices... It doesn't matter how many thousands disappear... my heart still breaks every time... but I'm probably boring you to death with that..."

I shook my head. "No... not at all. I understand...I think I do, anyway."

The Charizard turned toward Eliza and growled, hopping the human would understand... and although she couldn't understand his words, she could understand the meaning behind the growl...

She took out the two Pokeballs... the black and the red ones... and stared at them, her face filled with distress.

I knew why she frowned... I was too heavy and large to probably get on that Charizard while Torchic would probably fall off... and as such, trapping us into those prisons was the logical answer... although it pained her.

But then... am I truly willing to do this? Of course not! Doing such a thing would be hypocrisis...

... can I fly? Can I use my powers to fly?... I could in the past... but it was always instinctive, never conscious. My only attempt at flying by myself was back at Mt.Moon... and it didn't went out very well... but I'll try my best.

As for the Torchic... I will carry him. That little chicken shouldn't be too heavy...

I picked up the little bird Pokemon and held him in my arms... "What are you doing mister?" it chirped.

"We'll follow Eliza." I stated, nodding to the Charizard.

He nodded too and turned to the human, growling. The human smiled... "I should have expected it. Half-Mew is psychic... he can use his powers to fly most probably."

She stared right into my eyes... "Half-Mew... follow us, okay?"

I nodded... and she understood that I had understood. Humans may not understand the Pokemon's spoken words... but body language is mostly the same for all creatures... most of them, anyway.

She climbed on the Charizard's back, held on tight... and then, the Charizard took off quickly, a gust of wind forming as he flapped his wings with a lot of strength... I concentrated on the Charizard and wanted to follow him...

... I'm... I'm above the ground and rising fast! I'm actually following him!... Concentrate... keep your balance...

UGH! Why must this dragon do so many barrel rolls?!? Why is it turning around like that?!? Can't it go straight foward?!?

... I lost him! I lost him!... phew! No! He's to the left, a bit below...

I blasted myself with psychic energy, sending me back in the right direction... and I felt fear... external fear... fear in my hands...

I bet that Torchic must be terrorised...

HMPH! More barrel rolls... What does that dragon thinks he's doing?!? That's... that's tiring... it's hard to keep up when you do such stupid acrobatic feats for who knows why...

...

F... FINALLY!

Three hours... THREE HOURS! It took three freaking hours taking here! My head... hurts... and I feel like collapsing any second... stupid dragon...

"We are here!... AND WE'RE ALIVE!!!" the Torchic seemed relieved... very relieved.

He jumped out of my arms and kissed the ground. I knew I wasn't good at flying around... but I'm not THIS bad!... "Jerk."

OOPS! That last thought actually came out of my head and reached his own...

The yellow and red bird turned to me, frowning... but he was not frowning from sadness... not at all! His stare... He really looks angry and if his face wouldn't already be red, it would have turned this color...

"Jerk?!? You almost caused me to fall! I thought I was goona..." the last word was not said, the little chicken gulping loudly instead.

I felt... very embarrassed. I had no justification for calling him a jerk... for yes, I am really, really bad with flying and it was a miracle I could make it...

"Look... I'm sorry. I knew I wasn't very good at flying... but I preferred that to being stuffed into a prison." I explained.

The Torchic tilted it's head to the right and stood silent, it's eyes burning... and then... "WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST POKEBALLS?!? WHAT DO YOU HAVE AGAINST TRAINERS?!?" Holy Miltank! Loud! Loud! My ears...

Ugh... I... wheeze... so tired... I... the adrenaline that... that was in my veins while... whi... le... pursuing that dragon is... is vanishing and... and I finally realised that... that three hours straight of... pursuit... had a toll on... wheeze... on me...

Ugh...

"HALF-MEW! Are you alright?" that was... Eliza. She must have seen me kneeling down and remaining there, trying to catch my breath...

"It was a bad idea! I knew it! You look so tired... I'll return you to your Pokeball!" she announced.

You... are... NOT... stuffing... me... in... there!!!

"Huh? Purple flames? What are those?"

CLIC!

A pokedex... great... just great... I can already guess what kind of stupidity is going to come out of that stupid machine...

"Shadow Flames. Whenever a Pokemon's soul has been sealed away and the body infected with Dark Power, the Pokemon loses all personality and gain Shadow moves. Shadow moves are terribly destructive and as such, are forbidden in Pokemon League matches. In fact, Shadow Pokemon should never be used. If you catch any, it is in your interest to bring them to the closest Pokemon Center so they can be sent to the head Pokemon scientist of your continent for Purification."

My soul? Sealed away? Me, having no personality? You wish!

"I'm sorry... I didn't knew." said Eliza, her voice filled with mercy.

A way... ANY way to interact with her! I must tell her that I'm not what her machine says I am!... HMPH! Why can't one of those convenient spheres appear now, when I need them?

She pointed the Pokeball toward me... "Don't worry. Unlike daddy, I won't let you remain in this awful state. I'll purify you. Now... take a rest."

FWOOOOOSH!!!
CLAC!

So tired... can't fight... Pokeball... why can't... understand... why... not fair... zzz....

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Darkness... only darkness... and yet, the sky was so bright at the same time... blinding light from the sky and yet, the world plunged into a thick veil of darkness...

A gigantic figure with crimson eyes was staring at a familiar one... the cloaked Pokemon!

"Did you got it?" asked the gigantic figure, in a voice that sounded loud and deep and yet, high-pitched and almost bird-like in another way... it was really strange...

"Yes..." answered the cloaked figure, giving a strange Pokeball to the figure...

It grabbed the spherical machine with a four-fingered, clawed hand...

"Excellent... now you know which one I want you to eliminate next..." stated the figure.

The cloaked creature seemed to flinch...

"Your feelings are irrelevant, worm. You WILL comply. Fate cannot be moved... and my will is Fate." the gigantic figure spoke with such arrogance... It gave me the urge to punch it's face, whatever it was...

The cloaked figure faded... and the crimson eyes pierced through the darkness, staring deep into my soul...

"I can see you... and know that your efforts are in vain. The path of this world is set. Your destiny WILL be fulfilled!"

With those words said, the vision faded... and I had the strange feeling that the creature had shared my vision... and thus, knew that I had seen it, whatever it was...

...

Ugh... so... dizzy...

"Ha! He's coming to his senses..." this voice... this sounded like a Chansey's...

I opened my eyes, expecting to see the whiteness of the walls of a Pokemon Center... and I guessed right. The walls, the floor, the ceiling... everything was white... blinding white... but while the whiteness of it all was burning my poor, sensitive, tired eyes... lying down on a bed still felt great.

Those soft, comfy things... humans are lucky to be able to sleep on such things as beds while Pokemon and Defects are stuck sleeping on the cold, hard floor...

To my left, the familiar pink, egg-shaped frame of a Chansey... "How are you feeling today?"

I didn't felt like talking with a zombie... but well, since not answering would be rude, I figured out I'd better answer her... "I feel fine... thank you."

The Chansey smiled in such an ignorant and innocent matter... but although such a smile would normally ease my frustration... in this case, I suspected that she was grinning because that she thought of me as an ugly monster about to be cleaned through the process of Purification...

As if Shadow Pokemon were all soulless monsters... sigh...

"I bet you must be excited! Purification day for you, today!" she seemed excited... but I couldn't keep myself from sighing even more loudly...

The Chansey's eyes widened with a mix of worry and curiosity, wondering why the statement wasn't making me all happy and all... "Is there something wrong?"

I nodded. "Well... Purification is useless on me. They're just wasting their time." I couldn't finish my explanation...

"Useless? Don't worry! They will not give up until you have recovered your soul and..." I have no patience for such speeches. I've stood idle and listened to enough stupidity already!

"Look! I'm not soulless! I was BORN this way! It's natural! When will people understand that being a Shadow Pokemon is not a crime?" I made no efforts to hide my frustration and anger.

More stupidity came out of her mouth. "Non-sense! You'll feel so much better once you'll be freed from the control of the forces of Evil!"

I changed my position, preparing to get out of the bed. The bed is so warm, so cozy... and the floor is so hard, so cold... ugh! I wish I wouldn't had to go on and deal with the stupidity of such creatures...

... what am I thinking? It's my second day or so as Mew's successor and I'm already seeing stuff in a negative way, giving up so early? Father wouldn't be proud seeing me like this...

... father... I heard that he was similar to me and to Mew physically... but well, since I didn't got many details from neither Derlank, Cherlie, or anyone... the only thing I really knew about Mewtwo was that he was a cat and was tall, very tall for a Pokemon... easily as tall as I am.

Darkness... he is pure Darkness and yet... he is not evil? How can one have pure hatred flow through your veins and not be evil?... but then, I have the Dark Power and I'm not evil... well, I don't think so...

... ugh... why do I have doubts? Why do I feel... guilty?

But then... the old Pikachu... the small Pichu... the Sandshrew... Cherlie... Che... Cherlie...

I stood up and turned toward the window... the bed was cold, hard, like the floor of a prison... and the sun shined through the window, filling the room... like the sun shined through the window of my cell back at the Defect Center.

Cherlie... awaits my return. She is at the river, awaiting my return... and I will find her!

... but I need to control my powers... and only one who master them, such as my father, can help me control them...

I turned to the Chansey... "Do you know... where is Mewtwo's trainer?"

The Chansey's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Do... don't ever mention this name ever again!" she whispered, her voice filled with intense fear. "Don't ever mention the name of the Devil Pokemon ever again..."

Devil Pokemon?... the Legendary Pokemon of Darkness... being called in such a way? Well, I guess that it's shorter than "Legendary Pokemon of Darkness" but still... that's like saying that father is pure Dark... well, actually, he IS technically pure Darkness... and thus, really is the Devil Pokemon... but that didn't kept me from hating that title. It implied that he was evil... while I am sure that he is not.

After all... Mew wouldn't have loved an evil monster... isn't it?

"Just tell me... who it is." I repeated my question, ignoring her panicked state.

The Chansey stared at me... and a question popped into my head... Why are all Chanseys female idiots with an awfully high-pitched voice?... well, maybe not all are idiots... probably... but why are they all female and have high-pitched voices like that?... I mean... it's hard to be more girly than Celebi and even that manipulative freak had less of a high-pitched voice than those pink egg-shaped bunny thingies!... and how come they aren't extinct if they are no male Chanseys?

The answer was, of course, inter-specie breeding... something that was more than a little too common among Pokemon. Many species just couldn't reproduce on their own... the Chanseys being one of them. Still... although Derlank always used to tell me that Chanseys are among the most beautiful and desirable females around... I have difficulty believing it. One would have to be quite twisted to actually desire mating with a fat egg-shaped bunny thingy with an awfully high-pitched voice! They look, sound, and act in such a ridiculous way...

She's still staring at me... and she isn't answering. I'm getting impatient, you know... "Who is it?" I asked for the third time...

She stared at me... I could see it... it was just too obvious... She was hesitating... I stood there, waiting... and finally, she decided herself...

"Julius... The human they call Julius is the Shadow King's trainer..." she whispered.

I walked toward the door... and the Chansey panicked again. "HEY! What are you doing?!?"

I turned to face the bunny thingy. I stared into her eyes and answered her question bluntly. "I'm leaving this place."

"But... you can't!" she protested, running to me and grabbing my right leg. I could feel her pull on it... but she was weak... very weak. I did not move. She could do nothing to stop me.

"And why couldn't I?" why didn't I left? Why didn't I left here and now?... dunno... maybe I feel like wasting time hearing that pink fool talk...

"You're going to be purified today! You're going to be purified!" that purification non-sense again...

I turned my back to her again and walked toward the door... and she continued to cling to my leg, trying in vain to slow me down. I stared at my hand... a hand which ended with three delicate, beautiful fingers... fingers inherited from my mother...

I placed my hand on the door knob... and I remembered what to do... I turned the door knob to the right and a sound was heard... and as I pulled on the door, it slowly opened...

I grinned and walked out of the room and into the quiet, empty hall. "WAIT! YOU CAN'T ESCAPE!" shut up! You're going to make everyone notice me!

I looked around for something, anything to put on her mouth... but there was nothing.

I had to move quickly... quickly before she warn everyone...

I quickened my pace... then quickened it some more... and more... and more until I was running. The Chansey yelled loudly, clinging to my leg, growing more and more scared, panicking...

Why is she still clinging to me? LEAVE ME ALONE!... but I know it's useless. I sprinted as quickly as I could toward the exit...

GREAT! The entrance! Now all I have to do is run through the exit and...

"HALF-MEW! What are you doing here?!?" Eliza... why? Why did I had to run into you? My escape attempt...

That's it. The alarm has been triggered... I can hear the footsteps... the Pokemon and humans running toward me... that stupid Chansey clinging to my leg is smiling in such a rage-inducing, moronic way...

"You're going to be purified. You'll feel so much better... believe me!" I cannot be purified. I am a Shadow Pokemon and nothing will ever change that...

A Shadow Pokemon... a Defect. Defects... are immune to Pokeballs... immune to enslavement. I may be caught using Pokeballs... but they can't erase my free will. Someday, I'll be immune once more to Pokeballs... I will not fear slavery ever again... I know it. A Defect... I will forever be a Defect.

Eliza... is staring at me... I know she doesn't understand... she can't understand... or can she? I wish I could communicate with her...

Mother... supposedly gave me the power to speak to humans and yet... I still can't use it. My words still are a complete mystery to them...

If only... I could send my thoughts into her mind... if only a telepathic link could be established...

The humans... they're surrounding me... I can see them, with their strange objects... they're going to paralyse me or put me to sleep... and their Pokemon stand by their sides, eyes empty, awaiting orders... awaiting to activate themselves like the machines of flesh they are.

I wish... for Eliza to understand me... I wish with all of my heart. She must understand... she must understand that I am what I am and that I need to find my father to complete my task... to fulfill my promises... Eliza... is kind and pure. She is untouched by the evils of the Pokemon League... I wish for her to understand... she must understand...

I pointed at the door... "Eliza... I must leave... Please... let me go..." I projected my thoughts toward her, hoping that she would understand them...

But then... I felt... weird...

An echo... a distant, faint echo...

"L... e... t... g... o..." let go? The words repeated... again and again... again and again...

Everything is immobile... I stand suspended in time, surrounded, in front of Eliza as she stares right into my eyes... and something changed... her eyes showed a change...

Time unfroze and the humans prepared to immobilise me... but Eliza stepped foward. "STOP!" she yelled, at the top of her lungs.

I was a bit startled... and so was the humans. Everyone faced her, stopping what they were doing, staring at her... awaiting her next action...

"I'm taking Half-Mew back with me. Leave him alone!" Eliza's words were insistent... and yet, filled with a bit of worries. She knew that they wouldn't accept most probably...

"Miss! This is a Shadow Pokemon! It is dangerous! We must purify it before you can safely use it!" they spoke of me... as if I was an object, an item... and I felt saddened by it all.

Please... please... Eliza... understand... do not listen to them... please...

"You are... right. I should wait until he's purified..." when she pronounced those words... I felt all my hope disappear.

I know what's going to happen... they'll begin by injecting that stuff in me and...

UUUUURGH! Such... sharp... pain... ACK! That injection... did not... felt good...

Can't... stay...

BAAAAM!!!

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