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    Lol... I have got hooked by this fanfic, and spamming it as Status Updates on YCM... This acctually have made me feel that Pokemon is the fanfic of THIS. It's pure epicness.

    Oh, when do you whrite the next chapter?
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    FormeEon: Thank you! I hope Mew's saved too, and I'm the one writing it XD.

    iCakeify: LOL PM me a ink to one of these spams, I'm not sure where to look on the website XD. I take it you're unintentionally getting yourself banned for the sake of this story. If that's the case, and you love the site and thus does not want to be banned, I'm asking you to resort to telling just your friends.

    I'm working on the next chapter. I just got home from church, I have no assignments to do (that's due tomorrow anyway) and I want it done by tomorrow, so we'll see how it goes. Been having a hard time trying to write this one chapter out, so be patient. Updates are going to be irregular from now on.
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    This shipping is almost worth being banned for.
    Status spam? Sure. http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/sta...ber_id__331379
    Also, I made a Forsaken fan club^^
    But only 2 members so far...
    http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/top...8#entry5007148
    Also noticed that you put some lyrics before a chapter. Can you use this? It's poetry of the highest grade.*

    When all the laughter dies*
    We'll see nothingness and realize*
    But does it matter then when all the laughter dies?
    -Versus Terminus, In Flames (Come Clarity)
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    Quote Originally Posted by iCakeify View Post
    This shipping is almost worth being banned for.
    Status spam? Sure. http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/sta...ber_id__331379
    Also, I made a Forsaken fan club^^
    But only 2 members so far...
    http://forum.yugiohcardmaker.net/top...8#entry5007148
    Also noticed that you put some lyrics before a chapter. Can you use this? It's poetry of the highest grade.*

    When all the laughter dies*
    We'll see nothingness and realize*
    But does it matter then when all the laughter dies?
    -Versus Terminus, In Flames (Come Clarity)
    ...I don't know if I should be flattered xD. It's not the best in the universe, there are way more awesome stories out there, lol.

    Hmm, interesting lyrics. I have been looking for something for chapter twelve, but I won't really know until I do get around to writing it. But as far as I know, it'll fit. *goes for a quick listen*

    o___________o;

    Wow... not my kind of music... it scares me... but the lyrics I might still use. We'll see. Thanks for the suggestion ^_^;...
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    Lulz, you got scared? xD
    It is probarly the most melodic band in the universe, and you get scared. But you may not be as comfortable with Melodic Death Metal/Alternative Metal as I am... Tip: Dont listen to Watain if In Flames scares you... Swedens hardest Black Metal Band.

    Way more awsome stories? Yes, but this is the most interesting.

    I am probarly the advertiser Aslynn talked about xD
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    And I thought I already told you iCakeify. I'm SURE i did.
    Yeah.
    Can't wait for the next chapter.
    *crosses fingers* please save mew please save mew PLEASE SAVE MEW ALREADY!
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    iCakeify: Death metal, that explains it. I'm not a fan of the screaming or whatever they're doing.

    Well Happy Valentine's Day! Expecting something happy today? Sorry.

    WARNING: This chapter contains disturbing content and imagery.

    Well, enjoy! Though your mileage may vary... I would have something nearby just in case.

    A/N: 'Italics' is Mewtwo speaking “out-loud”. Maybe that'll help clear up some confusion.

    *~*~*~*
    Chapter Eleven: Through Her Eyes

    “Show me the shadow where true meaning lies
    So much more dismay in empty eyes”
    -- “Exodus”, Evanescence, “Evanescence EP”

    *~*~*

    Mewtwo grew aware of the cold floor he was laying upon before the pain stung through his head. He groaned as he sat up, squinting into the dim chamber at the pulsating lights. He questioned his current location, knowing he had been elsewhere just minutes ago. It took a moment for everything to come back to him, recalling how uncharacteristic he had been as were the other Legendaries. Then Mew arrived, and they had a fit of passion before they recollected themselves—no, that was all him, she was just following along. It was when she had announced it was all an illusion used by Legion that everything started to fall apart.

    Speaking of which...

    “So, you woke up as well,” came a sinister growl, and he whipped his head around to meet an enraged Mew in the eye. He almost stumbled back out of an impulse until he remembered it wasn't entirely her. “I bet she told you everything after snapping you back to normal, did she not?”

    “You!” he snarled. “What have you done to Mew?”

    “Me? I never touched her the entire time. Wish I could say the same about you.” The slitted eyes flashed tauntingly as she licked her upper lip. “How did it feel to know you had her in your grasp? Exhilarating, am I right?”

    “Stop it, Legion!” he barked, shivering at the memory. “What did you do to Mew?!”

    Shrugging, Legion nonchalantly responded, “The same thing I do to all souls taken into possession. She awaits eternal damnation in Spirit Prison. She put up quite a fight, I had expected no less from her.”

    “...she is where?

    “It is where all unclean spirits go to dwell until they are 'bailed out' in a way.” The phrase was hissed out maliciously. “I will be perfectly honest with you, I do not know what goes on there most of the time, I do not stay in there. All I know is good spirits can go in and preach to the bad or the uninformed because that is just what they do. If she is lucky, someone will visit her and convert her over to Paradise. But... she will have to pay the consequences.”

    Mewtwo shivered, half in fright and the other in anger. “You promised to let her go,” he harshly reminded the demon. “Why are you still in her body?”

    Legion laughed. “You only asked me to 'release her', if memory serves me well—and it always does—but you were not specific. I would have done what you might have been thinking of until you broke your end of the bargain before we could make the deal.”

    The clone fought to restrain himself, gritting his teeth and glancing away. He tried not to think hard on his previous actions to no avail; they were still fresh from minutes ago. Despite everything being a trick, and as much as he'd like to deny it, his contact with Mew (her spirit anyway) was real. From the touches to her hard kisses, the hot breaths and heartbeats.... the tears... the discovery of her body... everything. It had happened. His reasons for it, however, were unclear. As his eyes scrunched shut in frustration, of all the past memories he could see, the vision of her pleading for him to stop as he forced himself upon her came to mind. He couldn't think of another time she was so helpless against him.

    Afraid to delve further into the memory, he threw an accusation down the demon's way. “You tempted me to break that promise. I would never dare handle her in such a way.”

    “Surprise, surprise, I had nothing to do with the temptation!” she exclaimed in a strangely excited tone. “Well, the vision was all my doing, but your actions were of your own! Had the real Mew not weaseled herself in, then I suppose I would have been a part of your temptation—how she got rid of it is beyond me. It does not matter, point is, it was all you.” A crooked smile lit up in the dim lighting. “After all, Mewtwo, your immortal spirit carries with it all the memories and personalities you have developed in your mortal life. You are currently warring within yourself about whether-or-not you truly love her, or are just wanting her body. And so far... lust is winning the war.”

    “You lie, I hold high regards to her!” Mewtwo moved to stand only for his knees to give out. He maintained eye-contact with her to continue, “She has been my enemy, a true friend, an equal! I do not want her body, I want her heart, her soul! They hold the Mew I know and respect, and I almost got her back! If there should be any warring going on, it should be you and I fighting for the future of her wellbeing.”

    “Bah, you have not a clue what you are talking about,” Legion interjected, waving a hand. “You cannot challenge a demon and win. Mortality and sin go hand-in-hand because of how you are unable to escape it. That is how fickle bodies are, and spirits do get restless after a while. For all I know, you were extremely curious about how spiritual bodies can still be intimate with each other. It still does not matter, you cannot get Mew back.” Floating closer, her hips swung suggestively. “You can, however, still have the body. At least you will not return home empty-handed.”

    She reached out to cup his face, only for him to jerk away. “Never,” he spat.

    With a huff, she backed off. “Fine, be that way. You will be confined back to the wall, then.”

    When “back” left her lips, Mewtwo's wrists were immediately seized upon, and he was wrenched up from behind to the stone wall. He struggled, noticing whenever he strained his arm away, a thick, shadowed tendril tightened as it forcefully pulled back. “Unhand me, demon!” he seethed out.

    “You had your chance, but you gave it up for 'her virginity',” she mocked, using air quotes as emphasis. “For something as pathetic as that excuse, you are undeserving to be released at this present time. I will let you go, briefly, when you are needed.”

    “I will not do want you demand of me, you will only be wasting your time.”

    “I have all eternity. Time does not exist to me.” The smirk grew into a maddening grin. “I will keep you alive against God's wishes and yours. You will live to see completion of my work.” Mew closed the space between them to place a teasing kiss onto his mouth, sending tremors through his body. “Of our work.” She nipped at his jawline.

    Mewtwo bent away from her best he could, only evoking her to latch on further. Any repelling abilities he had on hand were disabled, rendering him helpless under her control. He bit back gasps when she traced her hand along his throat, scraping her claws lightly against his jugular. He caught at the corner of his eye a warning glare before the harsh kisses resumed along his neck. At once, his recollection of Mew's own reaction to his advances returned. She was like him, being subject under another's will. But unlike him, he realized, she had trusted him enough when she submitted herself to the passion. It must have been a mistake on her part, and yet she willingly went along with it. If what Legion said was true about a soul carrying the same personality into eternity... and having met her soul...

    ...she was of love... he was of lust. Because she loves him, she gave herself to him. But also because she loves him, she had wanted it to end.

    Now, being in her position, he understood what she had felt during those minutes of passion... of weakness. Glancing back at his counterpart, he noticed dark spots on her neck that he identified as bruises, similar to what Mew had obtained from him. Very similar. When she shifted down to kiss his chest, he craned for a look to see bloodied dots and streaks on his fur, no doubt from the gash on her wrist. A sorrowful thought came to him, and he dared to speak to Legion.

    “Why have you not healed her wound?”

    “Why does it matter to you?” she grumbled into his pectoral, digging her claws into him.

    He cringed a little. “Mew has lost too much blood from it. She is going to die if she does not get treatment.”

    “She is already dead.”

    ...many painful shock waves flooded his figure within that second. His heart stung in protest when it skipped a beat, his lungs clenched when he lost his breath, his blood ran cold... so much was running through him, he felt like his body had suddenly shut down. He stared blankly down at her, hardly noticing she still pressed coarse kisses across his torso without another care. All he could think of at the moment was Mew. He did not want to believe it, there was no way she could be dead, not when he had talked to her. She may have been a spirit, but he could vividly remember she was as alive as him, if not more. He had experienced her warmth, her heart beating against his chest. It had to be no more than a few minutes ago, he was sure of it.

    Yet... there had been something in her eyes before they separated. He had seen her sad enough to know what it looked like inside the soul, it was heartbreaking back then (as much as he hated to admit it). But recently... it was more than sadness—if spirits did not have anything further inside their eyes to indicate deep emotion. This sorrow of hers had pierced him in such a way, he knew he couldn't do anything for her. He would not have been able to comfort her, to make her laugh to chase away the tears. There was something personal about her grief he had no right in knowing, and nothing he could have done would have made her better. Any happiness she may have felt with him was temporary, unimportant.

    What if, right then and there in his arms... she had died? Had he been unable to revive her in time?

    Mewtwo tensed in his heartbreak, trying and failing to hold it back. Pausing in her travel, the impostor tilted her head back, scowling deeply at him. “Enough, crying never solved anything,” she snapped impatiently. “Mew is dead, there is nothing you can do.”

    “HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT?!” he screamed at her, wanting to reach out and strangle her. He struggled to toss her off, though she calmly removed herself. “Mew did not die, I saw her! I touched her, I was intimate with her! She was as alive as ever, how can you say such a horrendous thing?!”

    “I hate repeating myself,” the demon grumbled before speaking louder, getting in the clone's face. “Do you not get the definition of 'dead'? She is gone, ceases to exist, extinct! Get over it and move on.”

    “I cannot!” Mewtwo cried out on the verge of tears. “H-How can I when you are in her body to torment me?! But I know she is not dead! She is just lost, and too weak right now to do anything! She needs help, or she will die! Surely not all demons are cruel!”

    “Well, as much as the bursting of bubbles are so cliché, I love doing it. So there!” Legion cackled upon pretending to “pop” the feline's outer “bubble”.

    Shaking his head, he weakly struggled against his hold, too overcome with grief to steady himself. His knees nearly gave out from quaking so much, the demon's words slowly sinking in. “...i-it does not make sense... it may have just been her spirit, but... spirits cannot die...”

    “Not in the way you are thinking of.” He could barely bring himself to look at her, preferring to stare at the floor. “There are two types of death: the physical death, and the spiritual death. When I say that Mew is dead, what I mean is that she is about half of both. This body is only alive because I will it to, and also because a spirit still inhabits it—namely me, again. The other is much more devastating, you can say. The spiritual death is basically being damned, the opposite of eternal life. Mew is on her way to spiritual death because she has committed a grievous sin.”

    “No, not Mew!” he quickly gasped out, forcing himself to look directly into the slitted irises. “Not her, she is pure, she is all things good! It is I who has committed sins, not her!”

    A jagged-looking grin split her face. “Everyone who has lived on this earth has committed a sin,” she declared in a deathly whisper, “especially your precious Mew. How else was I able to possess her?”

    “Legion, tell me the truth! Mew is innocent, she has to be!”

    “Say all you want, you know what I say is the truth. She is not as perfect as you think she is.”

    “W-Well I know she is not perfect, no one is, but—”

    “No one except God,” Legion corrected him. “But she is not God, and thus she is imperfect. And imperfect people are destined to make mistakes.”

    “Then that is all it is, a mistake!” Mewtwo hysterically exclaimed. “Mew has done stupid things before, but she always made up for it!”

    She slapped him with her tail and hissed, “Shut up and listen, or I leave you here to rot in your insanity, your choice!” When he bit his lip, she straightened with a smirk. “You have much to learn about your sweetheart. There are things about her past she has not told you because she fears you will judge her. She has not lived an easy life. She lost her mother to poachers as a young kitten, and she barely survived into adulthood. The more she had fought to live, the more she learned the world was cruel to its inhabitants. She was hunted down, nearly eaten, often deathly ill, almost drowned twice, was trapped by a fallen tree until she taught herself to Teleport, then took longer to learn Recover...”

    Legion trailed off for a moment. “I could go on, but it is a tiring list of disasters and near-death experiences she had, all as a child. Though she was once captured by a poacher and lived in a cage for a few months because she was still too small to even be the cuffs of a coat. Thanks to her ability to learn every attack, she 'accidentally' caught the camp on fire and escaped. Then she was stupid enough to get captured again, this time to be put up for auction as a rare, exotic pet. Once she remembered she could Teleport, she fled deep into the Amazon. It took her another several grueling years before she knew all the dangers.”

    Mewtwo squirmed in discomfort, feeling unworthy to hear Mew's life's story. His movements went unnoticed. “A few years into her adulthood, Arceus granted her permission to be an immortal Legendary, and to be the Tree of Beginning's guardian. She accepted, and you should already know what happened during the next thousand years,” she droned, waving her hand around. “She has seen many things in her lifetime, more horrific than yours, and considering the time-line when it came to wars and all, your days were terrible, but not like hers. Name anything, she has seen it.”

    “Why are you telling me this?” he moaned. “Mew would have told me when she was ready.”

    “So you can learn for yourself how hellish her life was. And how she is no different from you.”

    He slowly shook his head. “No... she is nothing like me... I have done things... terrible things. Mew is too pure to be near my range of status.”

    “You would be surprised,” Legion smirked. “She would be able to relate to you oh-so very much.”

    “How can she? She is my opposite, there is no way she can.”

    Her smirk spread from ear to ear. “I think I will have Mew take over for me,” she slowly whispered, letting out a breathy chuckle. “There is so much, and so few words.”

    “What are you talking about?”

    Without another word, she floated up to eye-level and pressed her forehead against his. He stared in confusion into her demonic eyes, attempting to shrink away. His wrists were given a painful squeeze in prohibition, forcing him to freeze in place. The grin eased up to a wicked beam as the narrowed oculars flashed a light blue.

    Then Mewtwo's vision blacked out.

    *~*~*



    ...he didn't know how long he was out for, how long the silence had been going on. Somewhere in his subconscious, Mewtwo knew he should be dreaming at that moment. He didn't care what it was as long as he was dreaming. He was going to force himself to wake up if he didn't—since when was light so bright? He blinked a few times to get used to it, then sat up and stretched. This was feeling familiar...

    With a yawn, he levitated away from the branch he had been sleeping in—Wait, why am I in a tree? he questioned himself, then waved it off like it was nothing. He was probably dead tired right now. Once he got himself ready, he'll be up like normal and... why was everything so green? Did spring come early? Why the heck wasn't he freaking out by now? And why was the thought “Today is going to be a new day!” running through his head? That was a bit out of character... maybe he really is dreaming, just in a slightly different way. Which was about time he got something pleasant.

    After a few minutes of air-travel (which was feeling so natural in this dreamworld, it made him smile), he reached water, and knelt down. Leaning forward, he cupped a handful into his paws and washed his face, shaking the droplets from his fur. Once the surface calmed, he stared down at his reflection, blinking a few times and wiping the sleep from his eyes. Then, slowly, he looked around at the healthy green foliage, taking in the morning songs of the many Bird Pokémon, the chirps of Butterfree on their daily duties, the scurrying of little feet upon bark and vines as other inhabitants foraged for breakfast. The jungle sounds were very relaxing, so very normal, but beautiful...

    ...wait a second...

    Mewtwo looked back at the water, getting lost in his scrutinizing of the tiny rosy body contrasting against the greens and blues, aqua irises developing a rather far-away look to them.

    And suddenly, thoughts were made clear, like a remembrance. “Tomorrow is Latias' birthday. Eee, can hardly wait to see her face when I give her her present!”

    'Wha... what is going on?' the clone inwardly gasped. 'What kind of dream is this?'

    Then he—or in actuality, Mew sneezed. “Oh, gosh, that was strange,” she muttered to herself, wiping her nose. “Guess some Butterfree scales were on the wind.”

    'What is this?!' he continued like it never happened, getting weirded out from it. 'Am I having an out-of-body experience?! This cannot be real!'

    It was apparent he was speaking out loud to himself, but Mew did not react in an acknowledging way. She instead fell back to sprawl on the grass, gazing up at the clouds. While Mewtwo had the beginnings of a mental breakdown, his counterpart mentally traced out shapes. She would occasionally comment to herself, which quieted him down so he could hear before it started up again in a seemingly never-ending cycle (though the outbursts did simmer down to mumbles after a while). He began to wonder if he had been drugged when Legion knocked him out, thus causing this strange hallucination of him being manifested inside Mew's head.

    Though what made it more confusing was if he was inside the head of Mew... if that was even possible. The thought itself made his own head hurt.

    A low, rather melancholy sigh escaped from the lips of the small Legendary, catching his attention. “I bet this is what Mewtwo does when he's bored,” she murmured, shrugging her shoulders. She flipped herself over, then scooted herself to the water's edge, running her fingers in a circular motion through the liquid. “I don't know how he can stand being alone in a large city like that. He really doesn't have too many visitors... not since Pikatwo died...” (Mewtwo felt his heart ache at the mention of his dear friend.) She sighed again. “If I could... if he would let me, and if the Tree wasn't so demanding... I could travel around with him. Maybe then he wouldn't be so lonely. I don't know why no one's bothered to stay more than a few hours. 'S not like a hundred years ago where he would have ripped off their heads for showing up.”

    When she giggled, a wave of nostalgia rose up inside him. The giggle he had hated, yet missed so very much... “Oh, Mewtwo... he's changed so much since then. Maybe it's about time I do, too. Especially now...”

    A twinge of sadness tugged at him from somewhere in a subconscious area, realizing this was a memory from not too long ago—maybe. He recalled that as the years had gone by, in between bouts of depression, Mew had slowly been maturing ever since she felt the world take a turn for the worse. Was this one of those very days?

    She lightly closed her eyes as she let out a long breath (though it took Mewtwo a couple of seconds to figure it out), head resting against her arms. “Maybe then... things will get better...”

    Mew trailed off, succumbing herself to her inner thoughts he caught snippets of when he least suspected them. They were of her typical thinking, he wasn't really surprised about it all. She had always been the one who loved all her friends, who believed everything would get worse before getting better, who saw the world's beauty amidst its ugliness. In a way, it grieved him.

    'Always the hopeless optimist,' he muttered. 'If only you had known what was coming...'

    Then her eyes snapped open as she sat up, turning to scan the jungle background. There was a noticeable eerie silence that Mewtwo could have sworn was just filled with Pokémon cries not a moment ago. Mew might have as well, but she was too engrossed in her alertness to mind it. Her ears flicked as she stared intently into the trees, the constant flicking of her vision making the clone feel a little motion sickness. She cautiously levitated a few feet above the ground.

    Click.

    Faint as it was, they both heard it, and she whipped her head towards its direction. It was just enough for her neck to be skimmed by a smooth, cold surface, followed by a splash behind her. Spinning around, she peered at the ripples, bending over for a better, curious look. There was a catch of glint shimmering beneath the surface before there was a sharp jab on the back of Mewtwo's neck. Hissing from the sudden pain, he went to reach for the source when Mew did as well. Tugging whatever it was from the skin (sending another vibe through the neck), she brought it to her line of vision, staring in disbelief at it.

    “It's still standing?!” came a gruff gasp from behind, startling her to drop the tranquilizer.

    “Shit, it must have been from when it moved!” a second voice growled. “Reload, and don't miss this time!”

    “I got it, sir!” a third blurted out before another click was heard.

    Almost immediately, a second harsh prick on the shoulder was felt. Her vision started to blur, and a headache ensued, but she remained afloat, if clumsily. Breaths began to become ragged, as did her hearing. Mewtwo could pick out rough uses of language whenever it briefly refocused to normal. Whoever was shouting was most likely the leader, angry about the other's actions. Then he observed something odd about Mew's behavior. Despite all her wavering, she made not one motion to fly off, choosing only to gaze down where the three disembodied voices were arguing from.

    'Why is she not running?'

    The three must have noticed as well for the bickering quieted down. “Sir... not doing any...” was picked up from the faltering hearing before it blanked out. Then from the bushes appeared three, no four humans in what was hinted to be hunting gear. The sunlight was either glaring or she was losing her eyesight for their faces were barely visible. From what could be seen, they stood there in bafflement, one scratching his (maybe her) head as they gawked down at the small Legendary. Mew's thoughts manifested themselves in vain attempts to come out as words.

    What's going on? Why are there humans here when there's so little left? How did I... oh Arceus, it hurts so much... hurts to think. Feeling sleep coming... I don't feel good.

    She dropped from the air, barely catching herself from collapsing onto her face. Her breathing shallowed out, her arms quaking beneath her. One of the nearest humans flipped her over with a boot, leaving her sprawled out before them. They stood around her, and Mewtwo could feel their stares boring into her. The one that didn't have a noticeable beard grinned and the lips mouthed. The throbbing worsened, causing Mew to scrunch her eyes shut in pain.

    Why... does it hurt... why...?

    Then there was another pinch to the neck, her thoughts faded, and the psycat was left in blackness. All outside feeling dissipated a moment later, and then the pain was gone. He steadily grew nervous, unsure what was going on in this helpless, immovable state. The long silence was suffocating, it made him more anxious and mind-consuming. For how long was she unconscious? What were those humans doing there? Were they planning something? Why her?

    Amongst the uneasiness, he felt anger rising in him. Was this what Legion wanted him to see? She got ambushed, that was it? As unlikely as it was, he knew Mew would easily escape from them once she got up. There was no way they could lay another hand on her—

    Blurp.

    ...as faint as it was, it caught his attention. Wherever he looked, it was still black. Great, was he starting to go insane from it now? Unless... could Mew be dreaming?

    Blurp.

    It was louder this time. If she was, she might be dreaming about swimming. Mewtwo couldn't help but grin awkwardly at the idea. He was getting worked up over a stupid dream.

    “...waves spiked. It's gaining consciousness.”

    What! I thought it... to be knocked out for a good few months!”

    “Well, it is a Mew. Guess we calculated wrong.”

    He felt his heart tense. She wouldn't be dreaming something like that... would she?

    “Should we give it more of the sedatives then, sir?”

    “No, the drug we used must be interfering with the experiments. Can't have it—” The voice continued to speak, but it was now suddenly muffled.

    He could not care less at the moment what the unfinished dialogue was. His mind was being thrown into shock at what he had heard. 'It... it cannot be...'

    A disturbance felt in the black was evident enough Mew was stirring, the eerie gurgling increasing in volume. Her arms slowly rose, then bumped up against a smooth plane that was chilling to the bone. Her chest ached every time she took a breath like it was being compressed. A small thought of worry blipped by, though it went unheeded by Mewtwo. He feared the worst, hoping it wasn't the case. And as she slowly opened her eyes, everything came crashing down on him, revisiting a world he never wanted to see again in his life.

    It stung the moment her eyelids lifted, vision blurring for the first minute. A golden orange was what awaited them, a slight glare somewhere in the depths. Fuzzy shapes drifted upward before she (and her clone) identified them as bubbles, or rather congealed bubbles. They stared at the curiously haunting substances until she decided to look past the glaze. For a while, it was distorted, all one shade of color with no other distinguishing shapes or lighting. The more she grew aware, the clearer the world beyond was. And Mewtwo wished she had stayed asleep.

    The room was similar to what he once knew well: advanced computers against the wall, polished tile floors with garish fluorescents, tubes and wires lining the walls and ceiling, glass cylinders scattered throughout, humans observing in their bland white coats... things he never again wanted to run into. Shuffling and electronic beeps were the ambient sounds next to the gushing of liquid. Unbearable noise... he felt his mind keeping in time to the steady beats, disturbing his thoughts. He tried to focus on the reflection of Mew in the hopes it would all fade to background hums, but as she wasn't looking at it directly, it wasn't viewable.

    Where am I? her thoughts gasped, and he mentally locked on—anything to get rid of that blasted beeping. What's going on, what is all this? Why can't I move? I'm so cold...

    She tried to take in a deep breath only to start gagging. Her lips closed over a plastic lining, and when she glanced down, she panicked further. A thin tube was lodged inside her mouth—no, it was her throat—and extended down into the bottom of her tank. Attached to various parts of her body were wires, holding her in place.

    Outside her glass container, a monitor was rapidly pulsing. “I thought you subdued it already!” a voice snapped.

    “I just typed in the coordinates, give it time!” came the immediate defense.

    Coming in the line of vision was a thin, furious human man, brows pinching his glasses as his teeth gnashed. He pounded the surface once, emitting a thunderous sound to vibrate throughout the liquid, startling Mew and causing her to choke again. “Knock it off, you stupid creature!” he shouted. “You're going to kill yourself in there!”

    “Sir, don't yell at it! You're frightening it further!” Another one much like the first but taller and hairier rushed forward to hold him back. “It'll calm down soon.”

    “Is that tracheal tube working? It's not floating in liquid oxygen, you know!”

    “Yes, sir, but if you just let it be, it'll calm down and the procedure will proceed smoothly.”

    “You bet on your ass it will, or guess who kicks it out on the street?!” He turned to huff in her direction before storming off, shouting for a drink. The second man left without a glance, returning to his seat by one of the monitors. The beeping began to slow down after a few moments, and Mew was now able to breathe without gagging.

    Fighting to hold back tears, she brought herself to scan the room. Both she and Mewtwo agreed it was a sterile, uninviting place. Despite the human activity, they were all cold towards one another, avoiding eye contact, rarely speaking to each other except for arguing over formulas, or working individually far apart. The most common traits they seemed to share were being scientists and physically languished, otherwise they were like complete strangers. Some, upon closer inspection, looked and acted like they hadn't slept in days.

    Why would people do this to themselves? her thoughts meekly wondered as she tore her eyes away from the humans. Has this gone on for a while? Maybe... when I was put in here?

    Mewtwo questioned this himself as well. It reminded him of the scientists who aided in creating him. While the years had blurred their faces, he could still remember the tired, but relieved tones when they congratulated each other on succeeding. They had spent grueling long hours, long months on making sure he survived. For all he knew, they must have eaten and slept very little the entire time. It was likely the same situation here. The one raging human only known as “Sir” must be in charge of whatever was going on. He must know that Mew was valuable, that one mistake could kill her. They couldn't afford mistakes—scientists rarely did. However long she was in the tank for was probably as long as they had gone without rest, without certainty.

    Mew gagged again when she swallowed (tried to), and leaned up against the glass barrier. When she took another glance beyond, her jaw dropped as her eyes widened in horror.

    Not even a yard away was another tank, occupied by a creature suspended in identical fluid, bent backward nearly in half. It was of unknown species, one she nor Mewtwo had ever seen before, but closer inspection revealed to them it was supposed to be a common Rattata. It still had its rodent shape to it, but with a feline touch. The ears were rounded like a normal Rattata's except for the notable pointedness. The buck fangs were replaced with canine teeth, the whiskers nearly absent. From the paws were extended claws, the forelimbs and hind legs strikingly similar to that of a feline's. Its tail caught their attention the most, being extended to twice, possibly three times the length of its body, but still curled at the tip. Whether it was from the vermillion coloring or not, it was a sickly yellow, though the clone was sure it was gray.

    But Mew hardly noticed that. She was too transfixed on its eyes. Its cold, blank eyes unblinkingly staring into emptiness.

    ...dead...

    “...aw, damn it, Tyson, why didn't you catch this?” a voice snarled out. One of the scientists walked up to the tank and glared at the body, teeth gritting.

    “Wha-a-at, I went on lunch break—oh...” Another one had stepped to his side, grimacing at the sight. He sucked in breath through his teeth. “...you know, the wires could never stick—”

    “That's not the point, you dumbbell, it was your post!”

    “How the hell was I supposed to know it'd die just when I'd go on my frigging lunch break? And what are the odds the wires would unstick themselves just as it died?”

    “Doesn't matter, it's another failed experiment.” Ignoring the rise of exclamations in the room, the human walked over to a computer, typed away, and watched impatiently as the tank drained. The corpse sank down through the hole, and the other scientist pulled open a hidden compartment to drag it out. “That's the third failed clone we've had. We're beginning to run out of options here.”

    The human, Tyson, dangled it by its skinny tail, frowning deeply. “It's strange, the fetus would grow normally... so why give out now?”

    “Because someone decided to go on lunch break. Science doesn't wait on anyone.”

    “You sure it's because the cells stop mutating and it poisons the body... or something?”

    Throwing his hands up, the disgruntled human yelled, “I don't know, and I don't give a damn! Just dispose of it while I collect more of the Mew's hair, we used the last of the batch on this one.” He pinched his brows when the man left, grumbling indecipherably as he once more typed along. “How many more embryos do we have in storage?” he asked out loud.

    One of the few female scientists, when she pulled herself together, announced, “Due to a tight budget and the shorting out of the freezer, we're down to our last.”

    “What tight budget?”

    “Our funding is being threatened to get cut by next month. Weren't you there when the contract was being signed?”

    “I'm not as high of a class as you are,” he sneered. “Why did no one tell us?”

    She scoffed, taking off her glasses to prevent smearing when she face-palmed. “We were quite sure we'd get living specimens because we have a live Mew and advanced equipment. Okay, yes, they'd live to the juvenile stage half-way through the mutation, but then they would suddenly shut down. This is the third time it's happened.”

    “Look on the bright side, we've progressed quicker than the first cloning attempt in history,” Tyson blurted out when he returned empty-handed, attempting to bring out the positive. “It took them a year to figure out how to fill in the gaps in DNA. Dr. Fuji followed it as well, even though it did take him longer to alter DNA.”

    “We get it, Tyson, what's your point?” she huffed, crossing her arms.

    “Well... all he had was a thousand-or-so-year-old fossil to work with. We have a living, breathing Mew.”

    “What does this have to do with our failed experiments?”

    “...Crap, I had it...”

    “You're wasting our time and patience!” the man at the computer snapped, swerving back around to continue punching in numbers. “Go make yourself useful and fetch the last embryo, and pray to your personal god or whatever it survives this time!”

    “Wait, wait, I remember! It had to do with the lifespan!”

    “So?”

    Other scientists had by now given up on listening to him and returned to their own work. The woman and the angry man remained rooted in place. Pointing to Mew, Tyson noted, “There are legends that say it has a special life-force that enables it to live forever. Fuji was familiar with it, and he had tried to copy it. And he succeeded—at the cost of many other experiments, yes, I'm aware of it, but they successfully cloned it!”

    Mewtwo felt his counterpart stir in discomfort, though he was sure his stomach had tightened into a knot. How did they get that information? This Dr. Fuji... he never got the scientist's name, but whoever he was... did he somehow survive? A colleague of his? Some of the machinery had managed to remain in working order after the destruction. Did the records still exist? It had to be the only other reason, the project was a well-kept secret, but he knew they had to jot down notes. So how did they get off the island?

    “What are you getting at, you better have a reasonable explanation for this,” the woman sighed displeasingly, glancing at her watch.

    Tyson boyishly grinned. “What if the clone is still alive?”
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    Mew flinched, her heart clenching in fear. The impatient man was quick to reply, turning away from the monitor for the occasion. “That was a few centuries ago, and there have been no reports of any sightings or its existence for that matter. It's dead, end of story. Now shut up and go back to your lunch break.”

    “No, I'm serious! It may still be out there!”

    “Tyson, we're not sending men out there to hunt it down just because Fuji's last words declared it lived,” the female interjected. “For all we know, it killed itself destroying the lab, and even if it didn't, it went into hiding.”

    “You sure natural instincts didn't kick in, and thus it found a way to survive in the wild, maybe even produce offspring?”

    “Tyson, it was a clone, it had no natural instincts!” Jamming down on a key, the furious scientist quickly stood up to tower over him. “Your arguments are invalid because of lack of proof, how many times do we have to tell you this? We have a goddamn Mew in our possession, that should be satisfying enough!”

    “What is this nonsense prattling I'm hearing instead of fingers clacking away and monitors beeping?!” came the sudden outcry when the bespectacled man from before barged into the room. The scientists, startled at his appearance, hurriedly stood before him and bowed apologetically. He leered at them. “What the hell is going on? And you better give me a damn good explanation.”

    “You see sir, I was trying to explain to them about the possibilities of—”

    “I wasn't talking to you!” he barked at Tyson, who shrank back, hanging his head. “Miss Bridget, what's with this idiocy? Why aren't you at your posts?”

    Fumbling with her glasses to put them on, she responded, “We were just about to fetch the last embryo once we discovered MXP-303 was a failure.”

    A vein pulsed in his temple, his face darkening. “A failure?” he seethed through his teeth. “I thought you said you had learned your lesson after the failure of MXP-101.”

    “We have, sir, but we have also been experiencing problems lately, and—”

    “I don't want to hear excuses, I want to hear success!” He pounded on the nearest tabletop, knocking over cups and spilling the beverages. “We are on a tight schedule! If we don't have a living specimen in the works when they come to see our progress, we lose our funding, and we'll have to pay out of our pockets! And guess what we last manually paid for?” His eyes glinted over at Mew, and she shrank far back as she could.

    “S-Sorry sir... we'll do our hardest with this one,” she sputtered out.

    “There's no time for that, we're going with plan B.”

    A scientist huddling over his notes meekly raised a hand for attention. “Sir... the Mew has been unconscious for so long... Err, all we know is that it's a female... but we don't know its ov—”

    “There's no time,” he stressed. “Now I want cooperation this one time. Let's get it out of there, bring out the sonogram, and thaw out the semen. When they come, we'll have a month-old embryo in the process, and hopefully be labeled as acceptable. Since we can't grow it in a test tube, we'll just have to grow it in a surrogate mother.”

    “Why didn't we do this in the first place?” one of the humans muttered to himself.

    With a silent warning glare, the man nodded in Mew's direction. The woman returned the gesture and walked over to the computer, and clacked away. The fluid gurgled as it emptied, and she was eased down to rest at the bottom of the tank. Once the water was gone from her ears, the wheeze from the tube inside her mouth was clearly heard. The cylinder then was split in half as it withdrew deep into the compartments. Having been growing used to the liquid, her vision was watery and her eyes stung. She could barely make out the shape of one of the scientists that stepped up before her (possibly the woman, Bridget). The tracheal tube was tugged straight out of her mouth, gagging her and leaving an uncomfortable sensation behind. Then one-by-one, the wires were detached from her. Judging by the winces and dull aches, Mewtwo had a feeling these wires weren't exactly suctioned to her skin.

    She was too weak to move about and even fight off the human picking her up, so she lay limply against the arm. The others shuffled about, bringing things together and clearing workspace. “Sir” continued to spout out orders and snapped at Tyson to be careful with the equipment when a loud “bang” was heard. “Put it on the table, Bridget” was the next demand, and she obeyed. The cold surface jolted her for a moment, and her sight cleared up. Just above her, the woman quickly pulled on some rubber gloves, briefly meeting eyes with Mew. Shivering, the Legendary forced herself to look ahead in time to see one of the scientists bring forth a stubby, cordless device, placing the flat end on her abdomen. The surface was even colder than the table, and she jerked.

    “Hold it still, Bridge!” he barked at her, and she pushed her hands down against the sternum to pin her. “Can you bring that a little closer, I don't think it's reading the image.” He lightly pressed it against her again, turning his head away to look at the machine. Because he was in the way, Mewtwo and Mew couldn't determine what it was he was looking at, or even looking for. The clone had been around a few hospitals to know it emitted ultrasonic waves into the body. Usually, though, he noticed they were used to show a human fetus.

    'But she is not even pregnant,' he duly noted, growing confused. 'What are they looking for?'

    Judging by some groans and a displeasing sigh from the woman, they were unable to find their target. “No sign of ovulation,” the man announced, removing the device.

    “I didn't say put it away!”

    “Sir, you saw for yourself—”

    “That means nothing. We're going to manually fertilize and alter the genomes of one of her eggs in the lab.”

    There was a great pause. “You mean... sir, what about the last embryo?”

    “Forget it, that was from a different mother, which might explain the failure of the experiments. If it came from the Mew itself, we may have better success in starting fresh.”

    “Sir, transvaginal oocyte retrieval is a human procedure!”

    “Who says?” With a snap of his fingers, he asked the nearest scientist, “Is there a vaginal transducer on hand?” to which he was given a positive nod. Pleased with the response, he gestured to the outside direction, and after the human left, he pointed at Mew. “It needs to be in lithotomy position. Bridget, you have it covered, or do you need extra hands?”

    “She's weakened enough,” she coolly answered. “But extra hands won't hurt.”

    “I'll elevate the hips.”

    “You already have the sonogram, Tyson will do it.”

    He stepped into place without a hint of hesitation, nodded at Bridget, and when the feline was forced into a sitting position, he spread out her legs and supported them up.

    Mew immediately began to squirm in her best attempt of a struggle. “Let go of me,” she mumbled, though the man blinked down at her.

    “That was a pitiful whimper, wasn't it?” he commented, quirking a brow.

    “Indeed...” She looked skeptically at how he held the legs up. “I don't think this is going to work with the Mew. Looks out of her flexibility range.”

    “It shouldn't take no more than half an hour, she can handle it.” The quiet whines convinced Mewtwo otherwise.

    The moment they brought the needle into view, her stomach (and his) twisted, and she resumed fighting them, albeit weakly. “Sir” glared in her direction. One of his colleagues noticed. “Think we should sedate her some more?” he inquired concernedly.

    “We have the equipment, just get it over with.”

    Bowing his head, he frowned down at Mew. “I'm not seeing the vulva...” When he reached down to poke his fingers about, she kicked at them, forcing the two scientists to snatch her ankles and lay her flat on the table, pressing on her pelvis to hold her still. “Oh, there it is. Yeah, good call, lithotomy position wasn't going to work well here like this. Keep her legs up.”

    “Make sure to hold it down,” “Sir” added, adjusting his glasses.

    The small Legendary was finding herself out-matched by two humans, only able to limitedly move certain parts of her body as she was compressed further into the table. While still foggy from the sedatives, she was more alert in her senses, and even Mewtwo was finding himself squirming from it. The sonogram's wireless scanner lingered on her lower abdomen as the scientists talked among themselves on what they needed to do; the two were attempting to block them out (Mew was, anyway), wanting to be spared the details.

    And then...

    At first, she couldn't feel it, but there eventually came an uncomfortable sensation like she was cramping between her legs, spreading upward. And what felt like a squeeze followed after... and there was movement. Her eyes slowly widened, a tingle running down her spine and her lower region at the same time. There were murmurs of “Careful, careful” going around, and Tyson—or Bridget—tightened the hold on her.

    What happened next hit her like a kick to the stomach. It might have been for all she knew, but there was no denying she was now in pain. She let out a sudden cry, alarming the humans. One let out a cuss under his breath, and she could swear something was burning inside her.

    “She's feeling it. We're giving her more sedatives.”

    “Not too much,” “Sir” warned, but gave his permission nevertheless.

    Until they stuck a needle into her thigh, the pain was growing intense, more than just a cramp or an internal squeeze. Whatever it was, there was something foreign inside her body, and somewhere down below she could just feel it rub against a sensitive area. “Get it out!” she begged, tears starting to well up. “Whatever you're doing, stop it! It hurts!”

    Mewtwo had caught himself about to shout it out as well, until he wondered how it was the internal agony was affecting him. As provocative as it was, even distracting his thoughts to focus on it, it made no sense how he could feel the pain as well. This had to be another trick, it had to be...

    Momentarily, it dulled, and she trembled and moved less, but it was unable to chase away the sensation. Inwardly, she could still feel it slide. She had never once felt something like it before, such unwanted pain. Her mind was sick enough to think back to it, trying to guess what exactly was going on. She wasn't good at these terms, it was more of Mewtwo's thing (so he managed to catch of her thoughts). Though... the more she thought on it... the less longer it took her to put two and two together.

    They said they were going to... impregnate me... weren't they?

    “Pull it out carefully, we don't need any vaginal bleeding right now,” the one holding the scanning device advised.

    “Then stop moving around, the image keeps getting blurred.”

    “I'm not moving it...”

    ...oh sweet Arceus...

    She lay there in silent shock even when they announced they got what they wanted. The voice of “Sir” demanded that it would be fertilized at once, then Bridget spoke up. But she was only half-listening, and she didn't care, her mind blanked out. Mewtwo hardly paid attention himself, wishing he didn't understand the situation. He mentally went through all that had been happening: capture, sedated into a deep sleep for no more than a few months, altering an embryo so it slowly morphed into another Mew, salvaging for her eggs...

    It was of a different procedure, but it was still cloning. He wondered if this was how he came to be, through the manipulations of an embryo tweaked and forced to be the strongest Pokémon in the world. There was no surrogate mother except for the tank he grew in... as far as he knew. He might have been formed in a womb, then was cut out and placed inside to finish growing to his adult form, being kept asleep as a precaution. It was a disturbing thought. He hoped this wasn't the case for Mew.

    She remained motionless on the table as the scientists went about their own business for the moment, deaf to them and unblinkingly staring at the light above. Time became non-existent, the surrounding space frozen into place. It was like Dialga and Palkia decided they wanted to go on break—if only from this very room—and hit the pause button. It could be she was now stuck in sleep paralysis, or that she was experiencing the horror of waking up in the middle of an operation. But nothing mattered, to Mew anyway. It was a breaking point, the undeniable outcome she wished she could refuse to acknowledge. This was her way of handling such pressure, emptying everything around her, secretly wishing it was all a nightmare she could wake up from.

    Mewtwo could feel her mind crack.

    After a long passing of time, if it was still existing, she suddenly jerked, and a muffled voice was heard, followed by another. The tension sensed by them lasted only for a few seconds before all was quiet again. The internal sensation returned, and she shuddered, closing her eyes tightly. In a repetitive manner, her thoughts echoed through what he was sure were lyrics to a song she knew or stanzas of a poem, or a chant; whatever it was, she was distracting herself to keep from thinking back to whatever was going on below. The more she felt it, the vigorous the recitation. It strangely sounded like a lullaby...

    “...transfer complete.”

    Their breath caught at those words. It went unnoticed.

    “You sure?”

    “Positive.” A short pause. “We won't know if it'll survive into the following week. It is fairly young, just starting to divide its cells. We managed to get a second egg along with it, and we went ahead and let it be fertilized on its own. If this one doesn't live, the other will.”

    “Mmm, maybe Lady Luck is on our side after all.” There was a deep laugh before it abruptly stopped. “Put it in a cage for now. We'll worry about room later.”

    There was a blur of movement above her, the faint outline of one of the scientists picking her up. “Sir, I think she's in shock.”

    “It'll get over it.” And the conversation was over.

    Everything was deathly quiet as she was carried out of the room as though the subject matter, if any, was too solemn to mention. The walk down the hallway was long, the temperature feeling like it dropped with every step. Any human scientist they passed by was just as cold, hardly if ever stealing a glance (and if they did it wasn't friendly), turning their back on them when in range, and those were the small ones. Mewtwo was sure they didn't like her, the person holding her, or even both. While aware of this, Mew felt no sense of emotion over it. She just didn't care at the moment.

    At last, they reached an end in a poorly-lit room lined with nothing but cages. It was silent as well, though he caught glimpses of implied occupied kennels. The person paused at one and jerked the gate open before slipping her inside.

    “You'll only be in here until we know if we'll be keeping our funding or not,” the human whispered, now identifiable as Bridget. “I'll check up on you daily until then. You're too important a specimen to lose.” She snapped the cage shut (with some difficulty), then sighed, pushing her glasses higher up her nose. “I wonder what it's like to know you're the last of your kind. It must be painful...” Then she left, hands in her pockets.

    She remained motionless, leaning against the side and gazing across the room. The kennel before her held a Furret, starved and unkempt. It was probably a specimen used for experiments, but there was no infliction to be seen. When it came closer, however, Mewtwo cringed at seeing it was tailless.

    Placing its paws flat against the cage, it peered directly at them. “Hey... you're a Mew, aren't you?” it squeaked, indicating it was a female (unless they all sounded like that). “What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be a goddess?”

    Mew's response was a blank stare. The Furret squirmed, scowling. “Well? Aren't you?”

    “Did my ears deceive me, or did you say 'Mew'?” Crawling into view was a Spinda, patches over its eyes.

    “There's a Mew across from us,” the rodent explained.

    “...describe her.”

    “Uh... looks to be the size of a healthy Pikachu. Cat-like... long tail, big blue eyes—they're so gorgeous, I don't think even a poet can describe them. Wait... there's something about her eyes. She looks disturbed.” She did a quick scan and quietly gasped. “She's bleeding... oh heavenly Ho-oh, they did something to her.”

    “Do you know what it might be?” the Spinda questioned, tilting its head and twitching its ears. “Where's she bleeding from?”

    “Down there... you know.” She turned to Mew's direction in sympathy. “Honey, did they take your baby? Do you remember?”

    Slowly, her head dropped, noticing the small patch of blood beneath her, but taking no heed. Instead, she raised a hand and laid it upon her stomach. Then she solemnly murmured, “The exact... opposite.”

    Mewtwo wordlessly watched the world go dark like she had fallen asleep. He felt his heart constrict and his breath catch as he waited anxiously. During the silence, he reviewed all that had happened. It was a surprise, even though he shouldn't be. There was always going to be attempts at cloning, it was what ultimately brought back the prehistoric Pokémon—for the most part. To create the world's strongest Pokémon was a different issue. He knew these people, only doing this for money, or to satisfy an evil person's desires. There was no love put into it.

    Since his birth, it was a fact that had continued to haunt him even after the passing of his nemesis. Another was the lack of remorse in the man's eyes as he drew his final breath. Despite his vow to never cross his path, when he had heard of Giovanni being on his deathbed, it was the sign of victory. He'd get his justice beyond the veil, and he had wanted him to know about it. The weight may have been lifted off his shoulders, but the man's reaction held back some of it: he didn't care. He had no regrets, he made history, he was famous. To hear he had been been a (financial) part of his creation only made him more proud of himself. He had died laughing triumphantly.

    Whoever wanted Mew to be cloned had his mindset; he wouldn't be surprised if he idolized him. The scientists implied the files of his creation had gotten out, published for the sake of science. Perhaps he wanted the fame of having proof of an actual Mew clone, made from the cells of a living Mew. If it was the case, she was to be treated well, always healthy to continue supporting a new generation until they tired of her. And because of her immortality... she would be there forever, drugged and forced to be the mother of clones.

    '...oh, Mew...'

    There was a stir as the blackness opened up to the inside of a roomier cell, almost no different from the cage except for a blueish color. She blinked up at the ceiling, refusing to move. Thoughts instead ran through her head—no, they were more than just thoughts.

    Lord... why me? Why was I subject to this torture? Okay, what I mean by 'torture' is the lab. I'm not free to go anywhere, I'm on a schedule. You know this already... but I am not fit for this. I can't carry a child that's not from Your hand. Yeah, I love the whole idea of pregnancy, it feels nice and all... but I don't love it, at how I got it. I have issues with this baby not being natural. She paused when the image of Mewtwo flashed by. ...did You have issues with Mewtwo? You probably didn't, he's still alive. But well... is this very baby meant to live, too? Because honestly... I don't know how much longer I can stand to carry it. It doesn't feel right, like it's not really alive...

    A kick against her ribs distracted her, and she groaned a little. “Oww, did you have to kick there?” she muttered, flipping over to her side. Her hands caressed against her bulging belly, and when the baby kicked again, a smile came to her. “Funny... you always know when I wake up. Maybe we wake up at the same time. Or am I now a slave to your schedule?” She giggled, a heartbreaking sound. Pushing herself up with a groan, she stretched behind her head. “I heard from Bridget I should be exercising more, though I'm not sure if I'm supposed to or not. It's not like they know about the pregnancies of my species better than I do. Mother never got around to talking about it.”

    Mewtwo was puzzled as to why she was talking to herself—unless she was talking to the baby? He noticed that pregnant female humans when they were alone sometimes did talk out loud, almost like it was second nature for them. Mew had given her reply then that it was so the child would be able to recognize its parent's voice. In a way, he agreed with her, though by taking his own accounts he was liable to claim it false.

    Her sigh brought him back to the present. “I wonder if they'll let us go. Everyone must be so worried by now, wondering where I am. I missed Latias' birthday, I missed Lugia's, Shaymin's, Darkrai's, Celebi's... I even missed Mewtwo's. I make sure to celebrate everyone's birthdays... and I missed them.” She moaned and leaned up against the wall. “I wonder if they're worried... Mewtwo especially. He doesn't like his birthday, but I always make sure he celebrates it—once I found out the date, of course. I don't think he likes being reminded of his age, but he ends up in a better mood by the end of the day. Mewtwo's a good guy... you'll like him. Maybe you two will hit it off, you're so alike... He's never going to believe I got myself pregnant, though... if I tell him why...” Mew shook her head. “No, I won't tell him you're a product of science. I'll just tell him you were an orphan. But if you come out looking like me, then we'll have a problem.”

    It hurt to hear her ramble on like normal despite her being part of an experiment. 'She is acting like this was meant for her. Does she really not mind carrying a man-made child?'

    “Tell you what, I'll introduce him to you first thing we get out, okay? Oh boy, he's going to be in for a treat, especially if you come out like me. He got used to just one of me, imagine double that!”

    “Hey, shut up in there!” a passing scientist barked at her, pounding on the gate before he opened it and shoved a bowl of berries inside. “Honestly, you talk more than my pet Chatot did before I strangled it.” He slammed it shut and stormed off.

    Mew pressed her paws on the sides of her stomach, almost like she thought it would cover the fetus' ears (which Mewtwo was astonished to realize was involuntary). “Oh, don't listen to him, he doesn't mean well,” she crooned, scooting over to the bowl. “Let's just have breakfast and be on our way, okay? What are you in the mood for?” She picked through the mix, smelling them and only eating those that didn't make her feel sick. She saved the Lum berry for last, savoring it the best she could.

    When she (and the baby) was full and happy, she patiently sat at the entrance, scanning the room before she grew bored. She picked out the seeds in the uneaten berries and attempted to make shapes out of them, then flicked them at passing scientists for the heck of it. It made her more giddy; it frightened Mewtwo. She was in what was the closest to a prison cell, and she couldn't be more happier. On the outside, anyway.

    Inside, thoughts continued to drift, even asking God for help or just to spill her hidden feelings. From what he could glean from them, she was complaining about her current state. She had a love-hate relationship with the child, but all she was mainly asking for was freedom. She was allowed to roam in a small built-in terrarium for an hour or two daily, and was taken out once a month for an ultrasound, and that was it. If they needed blood or samples, they did it through the gate, and gave her fresh food and water to keep her well nourished.

    He felt that wasn't even half of what had happened.

    Every now and then, she'd speak to the child, telling it stories or humming songs she had learned over the years. She was fond of bringing up friends and what each of them were like as individuals. The longer she would talk, the sadder she'd become. Eventually, she'd trail off and only resort to staring at her growing belly, sometimes imaging what the child would look like and the activities they could do, or wishing this had never happened. By the end of the day, she was depressed until she fell asleep.

    That was the routine day-by-day as she slowly grew big with child. At one point, she heard from two passing scientists she had entered her third trimester, and she became excited. Though she was straining to hold herself up and was finding it harder to fly around, Mew couldn't wait. The baby would be born, and she would be out of there. Mewtwo found himself wondering about the end result, having never once seen evidence of a child when she was in the Tree.

    True to his suspicions, it would seem life had other plans.

    She woke up in the middle of the night while cramping. It became uncomfortable enough she sat up and attempted to fall asleep, but couldn't. Steadily, the pain worsened, and if she moved in any direction, a sharp sting traveled downward through her abdomen. Attempting to stand made it worse.

    “What's going on?” she let out a whimper, her breaths accelerating. “Is the baby coming? Oh Lord, please let it just be a false alarm. I don't feel ready yet...”

    One of the scientists happened to walk by and hear her feeble cries. Looking in, he scoffed. “Oh, what're you whining about? Go back to sle—” He took a closer look, and his face contorted into bewilderment. Pulling out a small flashlight for a better view, he hissed out a swear and fumbled with the gate. “Get the professor, something's gone wrong!” he called out into the room.

    “Is it contracting already?” an unseen human responded back in an equally-surprised tone.

    “Damn it, don't ask questions, just get the professor!” He reached in and pulled her out.

    He ended up handling her wrong, triggering another wave of pain. She bit him out of fright and involuntary reaction—Mewtwo knew it was out of self-defense. She was trying to protect the baby when he grabbed her wrong. The man, of course, let out more expletives.

    “What happened, Harv?” Tyson asked after a sudden jolt.

    “The goddamn thing bit me!”

    “You had it coming, put her on the table.”

    Shaking her off, she was laid out as a blinding light sparked to life. When the humans took one look at her, they went wild as well. Bridget pushed herself through and let out a frustrated growl. “She's in her third trimester, she can't miscarry!”

    Mew's heart skipped a beat, as did the clone's, and the agonizing vibes were briefly tolerable. No... no. No, no, no... it has to be a false alarm. Miscarriage? This late?

    “Sir, something's gone wrong!” the woman shouted, catching her glasses when she wheeled her head around. “She's miscarrying!”

    What!” the bellow of “Sir” thundered. He raced up to her side, almost pushing her away. His own spectacles hung off the edge of his nose, eyes blazing in fury. “Miscarriage?! That can't be!”

    “For all we know, it's a stillbirth, and the body is trying to abort it itself but got stuck midway due to the size,” Bridget hurried explained, trying to steady her breath. “I-It's... also possible the fetus has grown too large for her... so it suffocated.” She flinched when her boss swerved to face her. “She attempts to deliver it... she'll die.” She glanced down at Mew's lower half, covering her mouth with a hand.

    “Then cut it out!” he sputtered out, face reddening with rage. “If there's an inkling of life in that thing, we'll revive it! I want it alive!”

    Quickly turning away, she nodded. “Okay... let me give her an epidural, and then we'll—”

    “There's no time for that! Do it now!

    Though it was clear she was not in agreement with him, she hesitantly called for some hands to hold her down and surgical instruments. When enough scientists surrounded her (one brought a drape to shield the lower body from view even though he was told off for it), and once the arguments were settling down, the first cut was made.

    Mewtwo never heard such a painful scream, nor felt such pain in his life.

    The humans were quick to pin her down to keep her from thrashing about as they continued to make the incisions. Mew tearfully begged for an end in between her wails, unsure what bloody mutilation they were doing to her and what the outcome of the child was. She refused to believe them when they were saying she was stuck in a miscarriage, wanting nothing more than for the safe delivery of the baby. And in between screams about its well-being, she pleaded to God for help. A few times, “Sir” roared at the surrounding men to silence her, sedate her or anything, and every single time it failed. One managed to stick a needle in her, but she kept on fighting, her will out-powering them.

    The harsh tugging beyond the drape stopped, and the sound of rushing footsteps faded as they left the room. She felt exposed amidst the penetrating pain, the sensation of warm blood flooding her stomach... and empty. The weight that was in her belly was gone, leaving behind what felt like an impression. Glimpses of scientists walking from behind the cover was always seen with red-soaked hands, a few faces splattered. Bridget had yet to be seen. Exhaustion fell over Mew, and she could no longer care how much pain she was still in. It would go away eventually.

    Mewtwo, however, heard one of her weak thoughts blip by ...my baby...

    “Hey, Bridge, you okay?” a voice soothed past the cloth.

    “...I will be,” came her quiet answer. “Want to help me sew her up?”

    “Was never good with embroidery. Did you have to make that incision?”

    “I wasn't thinking, the professor was screaming and the Mew was crying... and it's late. Can't tell him that she'll only have a few pregnancies because of this, he'll have my head.”

    “...strange how a Pokémon's anatomy may look different from ours, but still function the same way.”

    “I know... I wanted to be a doctor because of that.”

    “Explains everything, really.”

    “You're just jealous—oh, my God!” She backed away into view, eyes wide and jaw dropped in awe. The man she was talking to also stepped back, running into a passing scientist who turned to yell at him before following his frightened gaze. Without Mew looking around, Mewtwo knew from the scuffling the other humans in the room were coming to investigate.

    “What's going on here, why's everyone standing around—” Wherever he was in front, the voice of “Sir” stuck in his throat. It was a few moments of silence until he started again. “What the hell is this?! What's it doing?!”

    “I didn't know Recover could go that deep,” an awed scientist off to the side murmured.

    Shortly after he spoke, the pain had gone away, and Mew slowly sat up. She knocked the drape to the floor to study her body. To their surprise—to some degree—it was normal, there were no signs of scarring or that there ever was a baby. The tabletop and her stomach spotted with drying blood were the only available evidence something had gone on. She ran a hand down her belly, and a freezing vibe ran throughout her body.

    Head still hung, she murmured hoarsely, “Where's my baby?”

    At the corner of her eye, she noticed the humans tensed up, even “Sir” twitched. A frown deepening on her lips, her ears flicked as she tilted her head, gaze unfaltering. “Where's my baby, Bridget?”

    A whimpering gasp shuddering from the woman, she steadied herself to give a reply. “Y-You had a complication... we had to perform a Caesarean-section.”

    “I want my baby,” Mew interrupted, raising her voice a little. “Where's my baby?”

    Choking back a sob, Bridget plainly responded, “It's dead.”

    Her blood ran cold as something snapped inside her. Her stomach churned when her heart skipped a beat, and she quaked. “...dead?

    The woman covered her face as she nodded. “It was stillborn... it was what I thought.”

    Dead?

    “Yes, Mew. I'm sorry, Mew...”

    DEAD?!

    Bridget wept, dropping to her knees. “Sir” shook off his surprise and stepped forward. “Enough of this delusion. We still have a second egg on hand, we'll just try again. We forced the first to fertilize, so the fetus must have had an unbalanced number of chromosomes. This one was fertilized by itself, we should have no problem with it when we get in there to fix the genome.”

    Mew snapped her head up, baring her teeth at the man before her. Adrenaline pumping through her veins caused her arms and legs to tremble as she lifted herself from the table. “I don't want another baby, I want my baby!” A red film falling before her eyes, she let out an enraged scream. A power surge erupted from her body, the shockwaves pulsing through the air knocked over the scientists, shattered glass, and short-circuited electrical equipment, sparking fires.

    A few of the humans recovered quickly and started to run for the exit, possibly to set off an alarm or to save their own skins. Mew raised her hands up, and telekinetically jammed the doors shut. One unfortunate scientist was caught in it, and was crushed before he had time to scream. The sight of blood only seemed to excite her. Using her psychic powers, she pulled wires from a nearby tank and shot them at another, skewering him in the areas she remembered they monitored.

    She sensed a presence behind her, but didn't bother to turn around. So much energy was being let off her body, it acted as a repellent, her only protection. She resumed to massacring the room they were trapped in, chucking objects around and finding ways to torture the scientists to their deaths. Mewtwo realized she was repeating the end experiments of the Pokémon she had seen as they flashed through her memories: the eye removal of the Spinda, decapitation of a Doduo's twin head, cut in half much like the Furret's separation of her tail... the body mutation that was of the Rattata fetus. There were more she did he couldn't bear to think on, wanting it to be done with. When more scientists managed to break through to flood in, they were found with shotguns. “Sir” ordered them not to shoot, and they disobeyed, not knowing of her defense. She smirked and bounced the bullets back.

    When she was certain no others were going to barge in, her head whipped in the man's direction. “I have a better experiment for you,” she snarled, inching closer. He stumbled back into the wall in fear. “Let us stick you full of tubes and force you to carry a child. We shall lock you in isolation, where you shall be forced to bond with it and dream of a better future while hating it all the same. Once several months go by, we shall take you out, lay you on a table, and cut out the child. You shall remain conscious and aware of the pain as you feel them take the baby from you.”

    Bridget ran in between her and “Sir”. “Mew, enough, please!” she implored shrilly. “Let us go!”

    “Step aside, Bridget. You aren't of my concern.”

    “I should be! I never wanted this to happen, I swear! These things happen, it's a part of life! Just please, Mew, have mercy! You're killing us!”

    Mew paused, taking the frightened woman in. She didn't look like she was ever touched from her wrath except for being splattered with the blood of her colleagues, but her eyes gave it away that she was traumatized. The longer she stared her down, the more her trembling worsened. For a moment, she felt sorry for her, and even considered her words. Going through her memories, she had been the only one who cared for her in this whole lab. She wanted her to be comfortable... to be her friend. The closest thing to love was from her.

    She meant well, she sighed to herself. But she helped as well. She despises her boss, and here she is protecting him...

    Narrowing her eyes, she murmured, “If you didn't want this, then you should have prevented this from happening when you had the chance.”

    A sickening snap sounded when the professor's head spun a full one-eighty, and the body crumpled. Bridget, tears in her eyes, fell to her knees, raising her hands for Mew who floated away from her reach. “Forgive me, Mew... I kept them off the path in the Amazon as long as I did. I didn't want this to happen... h-had the baby lived, it would have been trained to be a killing machine. You were never going to see it, you would get pregnant again immediately and the whole cycle would have restarted itself. I didn't want you to be subject to that.” She hung her head, sobbing quietly. “So I... slowly poisoned the baby through the berries. I-I didn't know your body... Y-You've consumed so much it's in your bloodstream... i-it'll take a long time before it's diluted. You won't get sick from it... but your babies will.” With a wail, she bent forward, pressing her forehead to the floor.

    The Legendary gaped down at the woman, paralyzed from shock. It was too much to take in... and she was refusing to believe it. No, it's a lie! her mind went into hysterics. My baby wasn't poisoned! It didn't die! You took it away from me! She took it away from me! Her energy boiled over, and in a bright flash, she released it. The red clouding her vision was over-taken by white, and her senses blacked out just when a blast occurred.

    ...and it was silent. For a long time, everything was disturbingly still. Mewtwo, already close to his breaking point, began to panic. 'M-Mew, are you there?' he called her, even though he knew he would go unheard. 'Mew, say something... a-anything! I know you are alive, do not cut yourself off! For God's sake, Mew, come back!'

    The emptiness continued to greet him. Unsure if it was Mew or himself who was shaking, the clone grew more desperate as the seconds ticked by. No matter where he looked, if he could even move himself around, there was only nothing. Swallowing down a growing sickness, he cried out in a broken tone, 'Legion, no more of this, I-I have seen enough! I beg of you, end this nightmare, return me to reality!'

    The madness weighed too far on his own mind, breaking down from it all. As much as he loved Mew, he knew he wasn't ready to learn—worse, experience—what she went through. His voice faltered, stopping any more screams he needed out of his system. The despair surrounded him, tightening up to suffocate and leave him in the blank slate.

    ...I did this?

    He let out a gasp, straining his ears to listen, hanging onto the echoes. 'Mew?'

    ...no. No, I-I couldn't have. I—

    She abruptly cut herself short, and the clone's heart froze. What was going on? Those were her own thoughts, her voice. Why did it sound like she was struggling?

    No one will believe me when I say I killed... what? Whose blood...?

    There was a small whistling not far in the distance, and a hacking cough joined in. The blackness quickly gave out to a deep, empty blue, and Mewtwo felt a jerk as Mew hurriedly sat up, choking and heaving up her contents. When she got her breath back, her wide-eyed stare fell upon a demolished computer before her. Glancing about, she noticed a sea of debris surrounding her. Beyond that was desert landscape, a dust storm looming on the horizon.

    Slowly taking in a breath, she looked down on herself. She was covered in a thin film of dirt, but beneath that was the unmistakable color of blood drying into a deep pink. Sitting up on her knees, she caught a glint at the edge of her peripheral vision. A slight tilt to its direction revealed it to be a pair of bent, cracked glasses. When she crawled over the hot surface to pick it up, she recognized the familiarity of the frames almost immediately.

    Shutting her eyes shut, she dropped them and willed an image of a green field with crystals scattered throughout to pop into her head. As though carried away by wind, the burning floor was replaced with a cool silky feeling (complete with the splash sound effect) and a tiny prickles from when she fell forward.

    There came a startle yelp, followed by an astonished cry. “Mew, you're alive!”

    “Of course she is, otherwise we wouldn't be here,” a scoff of a second voice answered it. “We lived here how many years?”

    “Shut up, my memory's not as great as it used to—is that blood?”

    “Arceus, it is! Smells like human!”

    Rolling over, Mew's eyes refocused on a crystalline structure suspended high above, squinting in the bright shine it gave off. Peeking into view were two worried Omastar, shuffling nervously in place. “...you don't look good, Mew,” the one on the right pointed out. “Where have you been? The Tree has been calling for you for months now. Can't remember the number...”

    “Eight, nine months,” its companion stated.

    “Oh yeah. Some friends of yours came by as well. They were looking for you. That red one was in hysterics when she couldn't find you anywhere here. Brought along a few others for a search party. It was crazy.”

    “Then there was that one who was only here for a few minutes before the cells came in to throw him out. Looked like you, sort of. He sounded surprised when we told him you hadn't been here in months.”

    “That reminds me, we need to send someone out to let them know she's back.”

    Frowning down at her, the left Omastar said quietly, “I don't think she's completely back, if you know what I mean.”

    “...yeah, you're right. She hasn't blinked or said anything. It's creeping me out.” It stared back for a few moments. “Let's go get some herbs for her.”

    “And berries to wash it down.” They nodded, and squirmed away.

    Once they left, Mew whimpered, scrunching her eyes shut. In her mind's eye flashed the many faces of the scientists, knotting her stomach enough she forced herself to think about the other Legendaries. She only felt more ill, letting out a moan of torment. She wasn't bringing herself to keep herself away, the thickening of the darkness a sign she was growing unconscious. Before she succumbed herself to it, she drew in a shaky, painful breath, letting out in a hushed whisper:

    “My God, my God... why hast thou forsaken me?”

    And everything was silent one last time.

    *~*~*

    Mewtwo struggled to draw in breath as he regained consciousness, body quaking in such heavy sorrow, he felt he had no strength left. Tears stung his eyes when he felt the lump in his throat rub against him wrongly, his voice trapped beneath it. He was cold, and his heart hurt with every beat. His arms ached from being held above his head for so long, his knees stiff and glued to the floor he was kneeling on. Lifting his limp head, his lips brushed up against cool skin, and he found himself breathing in lukewarm air that he felt he should know, but couldn't register. Then it was pressed against him, covering his mouth and leading him in a hard kiss. He moaned in a lamented tone, when he returned it in a half-hearted manner, knowing deep inside he wasn't in control.

    His head was tilted back painfully, forcing his neck to hold it up against his will. Thrown into another tremor, he brought himself to open his eyes, crossing visions with the demonic eyes of his beloved above him. She separated space with a toothy smirk, running the tips of her claws against his cheekbones. With a lick to the nose, she released him, and in his weakened state, he fell limp but held suspended by his numb wrists. Without even a small chuckle to accompany the unambiguously-triumphant grin, Legion left him be, slipping out of the room.

    The clone hardly ever noticed. He was fighting a losing battle to uncontrollable sobs as he mournfully wept for Mew.
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    I'm in the confused state that I think I should be in due to literary devices, so I'm going to hold off on the questions. I do like this part a lot, and I'm just glad that Mewtwo did catch himself, and Mew forgives him.
    They are just too cute. :3
    As for the other story at large, I really want to know what the two of them have to do with Legion, but I have a few guesses, but I'll need some more info to verify. So, until a new chapter, I'll sit back and wait. :P Awesome work, as always.

    EDIT: Crap, this is about Chap 10. I think you posted Chap11 the moment I was writing this. XD I'll have to catch up sometime in the future.
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    As my name may indicate, I take great pride in knowing all about the DNA alterations and different formes of Pokemon. *puffs out chest* Point is, with the way you wrote this, its obvious you did your research. Kudos to you! However I was slightly expecting Blaine to show up too, since he was thought to have helped with Team Rocket's project alongside Dr.Fuji.

    Also I was not expecting for Mew to go on a rampage like Mewtwo originally did. That was not expected. Especially with all that rage she had... Hell hath no fury like the wrath of a woman scorned. Also, was this what happened right before Mew became full of emptyness and stopped eating? It seems like it because of how she acted at the end.

    Bridget sounds worse than those doctors. I mean, Mew had the power to break out, with her kid. Gosh.

    Amazing chapter. :3
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    OMG YOU KILLED MEW!
    As always, beautifully written. I've never seen such a well written story.

    So, basically, Mew got caught, then got pregnate through science, and Bridget, who was the nicest of the scientists, killed the baby, and Mew went into a hyper active state where she hardly knew what she was doing.
    WoW......
    I really feel sorry for Mew. SOMEONE SAVE HER ALREADY! SHE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS.... this... TORMENT! *sobs loudly*
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    Encyclopika: Lol, it's okay, you have plenty of time, trust me x3. If you have questions, shoot me a PM whatever it's about, I'll be happy to answer. Legion will explain more about what he has to do with Mew and Mewtwo in chapter twelve. Mew has mentioned it was going to be Mewtwo originally, but again, all will be in chapter twelve. I think all will be mentioned in that chapter... Also in chapter eleven, Legion does drop hints, but I'll let you read it first before I start saying stuff.

    FormeEon: Lol, I wouldn't have guessed, honestly. Yes, I had to do some research, and it was very squicky research. *shudders* I go more for the anime than the manga or the games. I was going to touch on the games a little bit here, but whether-or-not it showed up is up to the reader. Blaine is more for the manga and games, while Dr. Fuji and Giovanni's for the anime. And since this is the anime universe, and that I'm more familiar with Dr. Fuji than Blaine, that's what I went for. And yes, this happened before she became depressed. I was going to have it where Mewtwo showed up and show the days he was there for (and that Mew did know he was there), but I liked how I ended the memory.

    For a long time I had this belief that a Mew slowly suppresses abilities when pregnant so as not not unleash it while giving birth due to her being so powerful. Teleportation, even though it's a natural ability, is the first to go, as the baby is new and the body has of yet to connect with it. And by the time it does, she will have been unable to teleport herself around. Perhaps this is what happened with the Mew in the games, it was never stated what happened or how the progress went—if the Mew was a surrogate mother.

    As for Bridget, I was going to make her as bad as the other scientists, but I feel more pity towards her, as she may have been one of the few good people left who was in the wrong place at the wrong (maybe right, because who knows what would have happened) time. She wanted what was best for Mew when the others wouldn't. Of course, she miscalculated with the berries... and Mew's bond with the baby. She died a tragic death, in my opinion. You are free to have your own, so interpret how you want.

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    Have'nt got time to read it now, but I promise I'll read it next week. Seems awsome.
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    Quote Originally Posted by iCakeify View Post
    Have'nt got time to read it now, but I promise I'll read it next week. Seems awsome.
    It's okay, take your time. And next time send these kinds of messages through PM so they won't be listed as spam, okay ^_^?
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    Finally got to finishing the story. X.x
    I'm glad I had you change it to R, because this was very gruesome. However, I think you really villianized science, that most of it was more literary than realistic. It worked to portray a most terrible time in Mew's life, and a side of her that Mewtwo's never seen. However, as far as the real world, there are still ethical protocols that must be abided by, especially if they planned to make their "discoveries" public. Otherwise, it appears as if you did research on this topic and tried your best to see what cloning consists of.

    All in all, the thought process and writing were amazing - you applied reasonable and expected reactions of Mew as a forced mother and a horrifying lab experiment.

    Great work - keep it up! ^^
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    I agree, Encyclopika. I especially loved the parts where Mew was consantly wrestling with herself over whether wanting this baby or not. Keep up the good work.

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    Encyclopika: And a good thing, too. I probably should have figured it WAS going to be R at around this time, since I... decided to write out those gruesome things... because I'm very descriptive... o_O What the heck is wrong with me?

    I did not mean to intentionally make science evil like that. Science is the reason I'm alive today, and that my brothers are the only twins in our family to have survived childbirth, and many, many other reasons that have blessed our life. HOWEVER. It all depends on how science is done. Many of our many, many medicines and other scientific discoveries came to be for the benefit of our world. But science has also been done for evil intentions as well (like AIDS and swine flu, to name a few--yes, I believe swine flu was man-made), and I'll be honest when I say cloning is an evil intention. I'm sure they mean well to learn more about the body and its functions, but if it means playing God, then that crosses the line. Mom always questions how it is the cloned animal (and I believe there are some "cloned" humans as well) has a soul.

    I'm sure this very scene could work when technology advances far enough in the real world--maybe. I'm going to defend myself by saying this takes place in the future, a few centuries from the present-day Pokémon world. But otherwise, I honestly swear I did my research (to the point of mentally scarring myself), and maybe filled in some gaps with guesses I'm pretty sure may be close to if not accurate enough. I love science, I really do, and I will take it upon myself to learn these things. But... when it came to things like this... especially the medical science behind it... I don't know how people can stomach it.

    As for ethical policies, this was the pre-apocalyptic Pokémon world where evil pretty much is a part of life, and even if people spoke out about it, there would be talk of it, but it may be held to the highest regard in the science field to actually successfully clone a Mew. It was hinted at that Fuji's cloning notes was leaked out, and thus they may have been put into textbooks, and so someone got the idea to go ahead and fund the project. Mewtwo had never lived, according to them, so to have a clone alive would be a big deal.

    And besides, aren't there entries of cloning in our textbooks today? I'm sure the Christians and other religions/ethical policies weren't happy about it being taught to our children, but it's been published and accepted as a breakthrough.

    And that's my defense/reasoning for it. I agree with you, 'Pika, but this was what was going through my head at the time. (And I guess Dad was right. I AM too literal for my own good xD.) Thanks for reviewing!

    Qymaen: Thank you! I actually enjoyed that part, honestly. Originally, I was going to have it where Mewtwo watched the slow changes that were going on within Mew, and so as the months went by, she went from cursing and hating the child inside her to feeling the motherly instincts kick in, to finding herself loving this unknown child, all while questioning God as to why it had to be her. (All through her eyes, of course. Again, I was going to have it where he was "projected" into the memory and watched everything happen around and not through what Mew saw. But I wanted him to feel the pain as well, and it would make more sense if he saw it the way she did.)

    It was also done to test her faith. At the end of chapter six, Mew mentioned she once believed in God, but during her time at the lab, she began questioning where He was, at why He wasn't helping her despite all her prayers. And when she miscarried, all that love she was developing for it was ripped right out of her before she killed the scientists. Her last question to God was "Why have you forsaken me", and she gave up. She had nothing left to live for.

    I'm pretty sure this is what all mothers go through when they experience a miscarriage. I remember that my mom had one (because of X-ray exposure when my brother went to get an X-ray), but shortly after that, she got pregnant again. This is most likely because we're very religious people, we put our trust in God in many of our trials, so Mom may not have been as affected as much. But I know that it varies between women as to how they react to a miscarriage.

    So to have Mew be impregnated, start to doubt whether God was in her life or not, then lose the baby when she was developing a connection and thus causing her to lose her faith in everything... and Encyclopika hit it on the head. No need for me to continue explaining .

    Thanks for the review!
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    Ahhh late as alwaysss. shii....

    Anyway this chapter had the words WOW all over it. like just WOW. i can't explain it. chp 10 and 11 were filled with such emotion that somehow i was touched. and i don't read pokemon fics at all. except yours. Your research is very well done, some that i didn't know until i read your fic. The descrition is fantastically written. at some parts i thought. this is a M rated fic? lol, needs to be R with all the yummy nutierous grumsome parts. lol.

    I eveny your talent in writing. its funny at fist only me and Pika reviewed this fic and now that number is doubled. Well done.

    Also can i ask, how long do you take to write one chapter? i take at least two hours max for eleven pages and wondering if thats normal to write eleven pages in one sitting. just a thought.

    I wish i can write like you somehow and sorry if im replying late. sorry.

    PS: I'm not eating healthy cookies. their bad for my health. rofl.
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    Lol, you haven't been late at all, midnight x3.

    I honestly have no idea there were going to be gruesome parts, I just wrote down whatever my fingers and brain wanted. And I suppose they wanted that description XD.

    It is funny, ain't it? Guess it's because I advertised went around on the forums. Unless you two went around telling people, lol.

    As for your question... I'm not sure o_o. I don't monitor myself. Last night I only wrote about two pages in about two hours. Because most of the time I was... day-dreaming... Yeah, sometimes my own mind wanders while writing, but mostly I'm just trying to recite the scene in my head of how I want it to go, and sometimes the connection between the brain and fingers shorts out, so I just sit there staring into space. (Maybe I should video-tape myself just to see how stupid I would look.) But it all depends on brain fuel, inspiration, and time. If I have enough time that day, I will write out half if not all of a chapter in one sitting. Bonus points if fitting music is playing in the background. Instrumental music (mainly piano and violins) really cranks it out, it just gets me into the mood quickly and smoothly.

    Just keep practicing, midnight ^_^. Here's a tidbit: if possible, try to have weekly composition assignments whether from your teacher or just by having someone else tell you to. Trust me, the more you write out five-paragraph compositions, the more creative juice you create, the broader your vocabulary becomes, and thus the more need to make a story longer. It really, really works wonders. Did it for two years straight (it pretty much was for two years straight, I had a really great English teacher in middle school).

    I need to get around to actually reading your story, but I have skimmed through it and liked what I was seeing. You have the talent, you just need to keep at it, don't give up. Took a look at your FanFiction account (you have more stories posted than me, but you were on before I joined XD), and it's very noticeable how much you've improved since 2008. Trust me.

    And everyone has their own unique style. It's what identifies you and only you ^_^.

    (It was an accidental healthy cookie, I swear XD. I didn't realize bugs had gotten into the cookie dough when I wasn't looking until after I gave you the cookie.)
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    Quote Originally Posted by Kutie Pie View Post
    Lol, you haven't been late at all, midnight x3.

    I honestly have no idea there were going to be gruesome parts, I just wrote down whatever my fingers and brain wanted. And I suppose they wanted that description XD.

    It is funny, ain't it? Guess it's because I advertised went around on the forums. Unless you two went around telling people, lol.

    As for your question... I'm not sure o_o. I don't monitor myself. Last night I only wrote about two pages in about two hours. Because most of the time I was... day-dreaming... Yeah, sometimes my own mind wanders while writing, but mostly I'm just trying to recite the scene in my head of how I want it to go, and sometimes the connection between the brain and fingers shorts out, so I just sit there staring into space. (Maybe I should video-tape myself just to see how stupid I would look.) But it all depends on brain fuel, inspiration, and time. If I have enough time that day, I will write out half if not all of a chapter in one sitting. Bonus points if fitting music is playing in the background. Instrumental music (mainly piano and violins) really cranks it out, it just gets me into the mood quickly and smoothly.
    Haha, i see. i tend to dream my ideas when i get to bed. so i can actually fall asleep. hehe. but thats very interesting.

    Quote Originally Posted by Kutie Pie View Post
    Just keep practicing, midnight ^_^. Here's a tidbit: if possible, try to have weekly composition assignments whether from your teacher or just by having someone else tell you to. Trust me, the more you write out five-paragraph compositions, the more creative juice you create, the broader your vocabulary becomes, and thus the more need to make a story longer. It really, really works wonders. Did it for two years straight (it pretty much was for two years straight, I had a really great English teacher in middle school).
    My English teacher is evil. i don't trust her. she would get spam s... all over my work. she trumatises young childern like me. I had never seen English that same again. lol.

    Quote Originally Posted by Kutie Pie View Post
    I need to get around to actually reading your story, but I have skimmed through it and liked what I was seeing. You have the talent, you just need to keep at it, don't give up. Took a look at your FanFiction account (you have more stories posted than me, but you were on before I joined XD), and it's very noticeable how much you've improved since 2008. Trust me.

    And everyone has their own unique style. It's what identifies you and only you ^_^.

    (It was an accidental healthy cookie, I swear XD. I didn't realize bugs had gotten into the cookie dough when I wasn't looking until after I gave you the cookie.)
    Well yeah, i have improved since 08 and if i didn't get any critism reviews i would probably keep writing that way.

    Yeah, you got a point. =)

    BUGGGSSSS??? Thats not a healthy cookie now is it? lol. tsk tsk, you seem to have a dirty kitchen if bugs went into the dough when you weren't looking. rofl.

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    The last chapter...

    Well, I did'nt really like it. First of all, it did'nt really feel like it changed the whole story in this fanfic so much except for Mewtwo's mind, then it was kinda disgusting. The last of the negs is that I'm not sure if Tyson is alive or not... He seemed like a good person, so I hope he was on a lunch break.

    But, good whritten as always.
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    iCakeify: It's okay if you didn't like it. I don't know how it was supposed to change the story, but it was to help explain why Mew was the way she was at the beginning of the story. And I guess to break Mewtwo... since he didn't know what had happened to her. As for Tyson, no, the entire lab was destroyed, and she may not have recognized Tyson during her rage. It's been implied he may have been tortured to death. He may have looked like a good person, but for all we know, he showed interest in the project, especially when he mentioned Dr. Fuji's project. So he could have been as bad as the other scientists, I never really did touch on his character except to just give him a name and maybe make him look like a disliked colleague. (Lol, lunch break. Sorry, had to giggle at that.) Thanks for reviewing, sorry you didn't like it.

    Quote Originally Posted by midnightjewelz View Post
    Haha, i see. i tend to dream my ideas when i get to bed. so i can actually fall asleep. hehe. but thats very interesting.
    That only happened to me once, and I'm planning on turning it into a book one of these days. Otherwise, I just get weird dreams. They've been getting messed up lately, though o_O.

    My English teacher is evil. i don't trust her. she would get spam s... all over my work. she trumatises young childern like me. I had never seen English that same again. lol.
    ...wow... reminds me of my temporary fourth grade teacher. Only I think she (the hag of a teacher we had) was worse.

    I got around to reading The Dark, The Light, just to chapter four for the moment. And I gotta say, it may be slow, but it's building up to something. But I can't give a complete review until after I catch up.

    BUGGGSSSS??? Thats not a healthy cookie now is it? lol. tsk tsk, you seem to have a dirty kitchen if bugs went into the dough when you weren't looking. rofl.
    No, the kitchen's not dirty, it was just... well... *looks around* CAAAAAAAT! *throws a cat at you*
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    I guess that's where we differ. :P I'm not religious, don't believe in souls and such. Cloning and engineering DNA is being primarily done for medical reasons, as well as production. If we could clone, say, corn, in the lab, to grow more quickly or have traits that allow it to survive in many different regions, we could end world hunger. It's a long shot, but the science of cloning has it's good intentions. I'm a biology student, so it fascinates me that every living thing on Earth follows the same genetic code (humans, cats, bacteria, etc.)...and recombinations of the code or trading of that code between species makes for some mind-blowing experiments.
    In the real world, the treatment of animals as experiments is much better today than it was a while ago. It is mandatory, from what I've been taught, to have a vet on board should something go wrong, as well as to follow very strict ethical rules. As far as studying the insides and how they work, dissections are usually done on already-dead specimens. Live specimens are usually used to study behavior, psychology, etc. Of course, there will always be those that don't follow the rules (like some of these soap and makeup companies >> ), and your story just shows an example of that. The scientists in your story were rushing and being rash, they really weren't thinking anything through. XD But you're right - it did fit with your apocalyptic, evil world.

    I'm sure the Christians and other religions/ethical policies weren't happy about it being taught to our children, but it's been published and accepted as a breakthrough.
    Separation of church and state/education. Thing is, religion is taught as well in history. Children are taught in school about the facts...and cloning happened, just like religion happened and has been shaping the human race for eons. I don't really remember being taught about cloning in gradeschool, though. It wasn't until college that I got fully submerged in it (literally, by homework for lab...that's all it's about. Really boring too XD)

    I don't mean to start a debate, though. XD Now that you mentioned it, as said, you're right - what you wrote is accurate to what your world in your story was like, which is more important that being accurate to this world. XD;
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    Quote Originally Posted by Encyclopika View Post
    I guess that's where we differ. :P I'm not religious, don't believe in souls and such. Cloning and engineering DNA is being primarily done for medical reasons, as well as production. If we could clone, say, corn, in the lab, to grow more quickly or have traits that allow it to survive in many different regions, we could end world hunger. It's a long shot, but the science of cloning has it's good intentions.
    I'm sure it did in the beginning, things always start off good, and to clone food to help end world hunger is a good idea. But as time goes on, that's when corruption begins to creep in, and then things stop working well, which is why world hunger still exists, and will for a very long time. It's the sad, sad truth, and unfortunately the bad reputations are what's remembered of the most when there gets to be so much of it. And this is why I am very, very cautious about stem cell research (because it's around the same vein as cloning if I remember correctly off the top of my head). They mean well to cure illnesses, but when it comes to embryonic stem cell, then that's where everything gets messy.

    In the real world, the treatment of animals as experiments is much better today than it was a while ago. It is mandatory, from what I've been taught, to have a vet on board should something go wrong, as well as to follow very strict ethical rules. As far as studying the insides and how they work, dissections are usually done on already-dead specimens. Live specimens are usually used to study behavior, psychology, etc. Of course, there will always be those that don't follow the rules (like some of these soap and makeup companies >> ), and your story just shows an example of that. The scientists in your story were rushing and being rash, they really weren't thinking anything through. XD But you're right - it did fit with your apocalyptic, evil world.
    Oh gosh, I just had to be reminded of that disgusting pathos commercial that PETA did, and I hate PETA >_<;. I love animals, I really do, but I'm not like these people, so I don't go around preaching "save the whales" and all that. It's animal testing or just lab experiments (and dissections) that have helped in scientific breakthroughs, as well as learning about the body. I do feel sad for these animals, but I look at it as a way to help benefit the world and make it a better place. If done right, of course.

    Separation of church and state/education. Thing is, religion is taught as well in history. Children are taught in school about the facts...and cloning happened, just like religion happened and has been shaping the human race for eons. I don't really remember being taught about cloning in gradeschool, though. It wasn't until college that I got fully submerged in it
    Ehh, the facts not really. We touch on it, but schools mainly just leave it alone. Except for the Catholic schools probably, lol. But personally, I'm not happy with the whole separation of church and state. It's not that I would be comfortable having other adults teaching my children about religious faith, but it would at least give off a more peaceful atmosphere to at least have a small prayer or moment of silence. But people had to go "baaaw" over it, and thus that's why we don't pray at school anymore. In fact, I have the feeling less schools are having the Pledge of Allegiance. I noticed that in high school, we weren't having it as often as we should have. And that colleges don't even have the flag in classrooms... it's very sad.

    But yeah, about being taught cloning, it was more or less mentioned, but I do recall it in the textbooks, just in the back with the present day entries. The Life Science textbooks most likely have it.

    I don't mean to start a debate, though. XD Now that you mentioned it, as said, you're right - what you wrote is accurate to what your world in your story was like, which is more important that being accurate to this world. XD;
    Lol, it's okay. I like a good debate every once in a while, and I haven't had one in quite some time. It's always interesting to hear what the other side has to say, as long as no one is yelling at the other and putting each other down.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Kutie Pie View Post

    I got around to reading The Dark, The Light, just to chapter four for the moment. And I gotta say, it may be slow, but it's building up to something. But I can't give a complete review until after I catch up.



    No, the kitchen's not dirty, it was just... well... *looks around* CAAAAAAAT! *throws a cat at you*
    Well i didn't expect you to read it straight away but take your time. there's no rush.

    *catches the cat with my awsomeness catching skills* aww, a cute thing like this put bugs in cookie dough? you should look after your pets more often. lol.

    Oh yes i forgot to say in the original review of mine for chp 10 and 11 is that what you did to Mew was Pokemon Abuse. lol. it was just so sad, Mes loses her kid and goes insane. i love the statement in chp11 where the docs say we can always make a new baby for Mew but Mew yells she wants her baby and not another one. sad sad. =(

    And when Mewtwo said about he touched Mew i just went o.o. is it really what i think it means?

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