I'm on Spring Break, but I think I would have finished this chapter even if I didn't. Maybe.
I found this a hard chapter to write. I don't exactly know why, whether it was lack of inspiration, the stress of the final weeks of college, I have no idea. Maybe it was because I really did take my time, and it was just slow work. Whatever the case, I'm still not happy with the outcome, but I'm done with the chapter nonetheless.
Chapter Twelve: Broken
“Again, the devil taketh him up into an exceeding high mountain... And saith unto him,
All these things will I give thee, if thou wilt fall down and worship me.”
-- Matthew 4:8-9
September nights were usually fairly mild in the Johto region. However, a cold chill lingered in the camp that night, and a fire did little to heat them up. Not that it would have mattered if they did notice. Their anxiety was enough they could not care less if they slept or ate. On the whim of Ho-oh and their guardians, the youngest of them (Manaphy and Latias) had to get their rest. The others willingly searched for Mew and Mewtwo, and medicinal herbs for Celebi around the clock. While expected to live, he was still recovering from the attack and had to remain at the site as much as he wanted to join in the searches. Mesprit had chosen to keep him company and be the main healer (even with Deoxys jokingly calling her the “personal nurse”, much to her chagrin).
After the last group returned for the night, they met around the fire for a meeting, huddled up with little physical contact. The phoenix gravely started it off, his eyes appearing sunken in from exhaustion and worry. “It's been about forty-eight hours, give or take, and there is still no sign of Mew or Mewtwo. They have left no traces, and even if they did, none of us have been able to pick it up anywhere.”
“It's like they disappeared off the map, what the hell, Mew,” Raikou sniveled lowly from where he slouched. His sister was too tired to even give him a small swipe. She just gave him an aside glare in warning.
“Your argument is invalid,” Rayquaza grunted.
“Like yours is any better,” Palkia snorted, rolling his eyes. “Seriously, what were you thinking? So apparently, according to you, Mew is suffering from some form of 'sexual withdrawal syndrome' in that she finally snapped, thus she beat up Celebi to screw him, but she failed and stole Mewtwo away. How does that make any sense?”
“Don't judge me, it makes sense in context!”
“We know Mew long enough to know she would never do that,” Shaymin piped up, having altered to her Sky Forme. “And besides, prior to that, she had been avoiding the lot of us—and by 'lot' I mean the males—and had been having a hard time sleeping. Actually, come to think of it... I don't think I ever saw her sleep that whole week.”
“I'm telling you, it's the hormones! They attack your brain and take control of your body!”
“You're just saying that because you're incapable of scoring with dames,” the alien quipped under his breath.
Cresselia smacked him.
“Can we stay on the subject, please?” Ho-oh sighed heavily, pinching his brows. “We're wasting time that we could be spending on finding Mew and Mewtwo.”
“Or sleeping,” Giratina coughed to the side, quickly fanning himself with a wing. Then he added with a smirk, “You think they are as we speak?” A few Legendaries snickered to themselves.
“Giratina, this is serious!” the Sky Guardian snapped, irises gleaming in the firelight.
“So am I.”
Fighting the want to smack him, he resumed like he hadn't spoken, “We don't know the situation behind it all. All we know is that Mew isn't acting herself. If she proves to be wild, Mewtwo may be in danger—that we all may be in danger. If she is unable to control herself, then this world will die.” Lugia raised a feather for a correction, prompting him to harshly explain further, “For good.”
“May we ask why?” Groudon grunted with a glare.
Uxie stepped forward, lightly touching Ho-oh's wing for silent permission. When he backed off, the Knowledge Legendary took over. “Have you forgotten about Mew's ability? She is believed to have the DNA of all Pokémon, and thus she should be able to create all the species, possibly more. We do not know how the first Mew did it, whether she had a mate or not. But if Mew were to die, so would the world when the last of us dies.”
“Who says we need to recreate every single species?”
“Arceus, dumb-ass,” Kyogre gurgled to himself, making sure no one could clearly hear him.
“What was that, fish sticks?!”
“Arceus commanded us to,” Uxie echoed in a louder tone, scowling at the land titan. “This entire planet cannot be filled with just thirty-three species. There needs to be hundreds, the way it was meant to be. Mew is the key to achieving that.”
The land titan grunted. “And that means the twenty-five of us all have to knock her up however many times it takes to fill the whole earth.” Giratina, Deoxys and a few others quickly covered their mouths or ducked to giggle.
The shudder running through the fairy was so subtle, only Ho-oh noticed it. “It may not have to come to that.”
“Right, because Mewtwo will have taken all the goods for himself. He'll spoil the fun for us.”
“Enough of this!” Shaymin screamed up at Groudon, face contorting in rage. “Please, no more! This is a matter of life and death, and you're treating it like a joke! How can you make assumptions like that?!” They stared down at her like she had suddenly spouted out a wave of expletives, slowly glancing at each other from the corner of their eyes. Shaking her head, she choked out, “Do you not care about this world anymore? About Mew? She and Mewtwo are in trouble, and thus our fate hangs in the balance. And yet... th-these obscene jokes... they have to stop. This is our future we're talking about... not the past.” She then hung her head, covering her eyes with a paw. Slowly, she reverted back into her Land Forme as she broke down before them.
Everyone, the titans especially, felt awkward at the sight of her emotive state, and they averted their gazes to the trees as the silence deepened. Their thoughts wandered to other matters to help lighten up their mood, though some grew notably depressed.
There was a cough off to the side, followed by a slight groan. They turned their attention to Celebi making an effort to sit himself up against Mesprit's demands. He only held up a hand to silence her as he looked up at the Legendaries. “I... I can't believe you would think of Mew that way,” he croaked out, visibly trembling. “Sh-Shaymin is right... our future is important... not about someone's s... sex life. If any.”
His arms gave out under him, the Lake Guardian promptly catching him to hold him up. After another painful cough, he continued, “And all those theories... they can't be true. Mew didn't attack me, she never would have. No... it was something else pre... tending to be her. I saw it... i-in those eyes.”
“We all saw it, Celebi,” Lugia grunted, folding his wings. “Mew was getting ready to kill you.”
“It had nothing to do with her wanting sex... or anything of the like. Don't tell me... none of you saw her cut.”
“What cut?” Ho-oh inquired, brows knitting together. “I saw no signs of injury.”
“On her left arm—wrist.” He made a feeble swiping motion on said-wrist. “There was so much blood... she was so pale... I-I couldn't believe it...”
“What are you saying, Cel?” Cresselia spoke up worriedly. “You implying she cut herself?”
When he nodded, a few murmurs rolled through the crowd. Latios was shaking his head in near-disbelief. “No. There's no way she would have. I had seen her a couple of hours before, she seemed fine then. Except she did have an argument with Mewtwo.”
“Was it a lover's quarrel by any chance?” Deoxys blurted out, a hint of a smirk in his voice.
He glanced up at him with a raised brow, but answered nonetheless, “Sounded like it. From what I gathered... as confusing as it was, considering that Mewtwo had been beating me up shortly before, they're rather close. They actually may be mates.”
“Wait, wha? You were beat up?” the alien interrupted, drowning out the last part of his statement. “But you said you ran into a tree!”
“Mewtwo said it,” Heatran corrected him, rolling his eyes. “You were getting ready to play some stupid card games at that moment.”
“Like I was saying,” the Eon dragon stressed while glancing at them, “while they were arguing, I heard Mewtwo mention something about them having 'more than one intimate moment together', or something along the lines of that. From what I've gathered, they might be mates.”
Some of the larger Legendaries lost their balance while the others gaped at Latios. Only Ho-oh seemed unfazed enough to speak. “And when two beings are mates, then some form of intercourse most likely has happened, thus the 'intimate moment' part.”
“So Mewtwo banged Mew?!” Entei gasped, eyes bugging out and jaw unhinging. Suicune walked away elsewhere, not wanting to deal with him anymore at the moment.
“Now, we can't draw to conclusions about that—”
“So the reason for Mew attacking Celebi and stealing Mewtwo away was not due to a form of withdrawal syndrome, but because she's pregnant?” Rayquaza snapped his claws together. “It all makes sense now!”
“Mew's not pregnant,” Moltres huffed.
“Yeah, we would have heard it,” Zapdos quipped. His sisters and peers sent him death glares.
“I didn't say they are mates, I said they might be,” Latios sighed, pinching his brows.
Darkrai frowned a little, resting a hand under his chin. “If they are, it doesn't make sense why they wouldn't be together this whole time.”
“Yeah, well, you and Cresselia are together, but you aren't mates,” Palkia snorted. “Though come to think of it, you're always together.” He looked between them in suspicion as the phantom ducked his head, a visible blush burning on his cheeks. The swan found herself strangely interested with the sparks flying from the fire.
Giratina smacked the Spatial Legendary with a wing. “Shut up, idiot, you're not helping.”
“I'm trying to make a point!”
“It didn't make sense, now shut up.” He slapped him again.
“Stop hitting me!”
“I don't think it matters at the moment if the two are having some form of relationship,” the Sky Guardian intervened (sending the renegade a warning look), “all we can agree on is that Mew is not herself. There is something else at work here, but whatever it is, it's not a good sign. With Mew going rogue, it puts our fate on the line, and it's her decisions that determine if we live or die. Whether or not Mewtwo is involved in this is not for us to make assumptions. If what Latios says is true...”
He closed his eyes with a slight shake to the head, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly. His voice lowered somberly when he looked back up. “Mew is the key to our survival. It is from her that all life shall come to pass. However... she is a believer of life-mates, and thus multiple mates do not set well with her. This is just a guess, but it's possible the stress of this sacred, responsible duty has finally taken its hold on her. And out of some desperation of feeling like she had to choose, she went with the one who will most likely be compatible with her. She and Mewtwo will create life together... if that's what she wants. Only time will tell what will become of us, if we get along, or fight to the death.”
He kept his beak shut for a few minutes, trying to get his emotions under control and waiting for anyone to speak up. There were some restless shuffling from the Legendaries, but no other sound was made, except for Shaymin sniffling beside him (unless it was coming from elsewhere). Most of them had their heads down or tilted back, generally avoiding eye-contact. The emotional atmosphere pushed down on them, compressing their hearts and making them feel ill.
Ho-oh then let out a sigh to help release tension from within. “I feel we need to pray.”
It snagged their attention. The more solemn of the group only glanced up before nodding. Others, like Groudon and Giratina, stared at him like he spontaneously combusted. “You serious?” the land titan growled.
“I know we're not the praying type, but when it comes to times like this, we don't have a choice.”
“I have to agree, what's the point?” Kyogre remarked, though he was more skeptical than pessimistic. “What's praying going to do? We going to expect Arceus or whoever to show up and give us more pointless instructions?”
“You don't have to join us if you don't feel comfortable about it,” he simply stated. “You may even leave if you want to. I won't stop you.” He held out his wings to the two nearest Legendaries, Shaymin and Moltres. They grabbed hold without a word, then reached out for another hand. Mesprit aided Celebi over when he had moved to stand, prompting her brothers to join in. Others helped form the circle, some more hesitant, such as Deoxys who grumbled about how dumb it sounded, but went ahead to hold hands anyway. Much to the surprise, but delight of Latios, his sister and Manaphy rushed over from the forest, crying rivers. Slowly, the giant and older Legendaries made up their minds and squeezed themselves in (though some, like Rayquaza, had to improvise if they couldn't clasp hands).
Giratina was the only one to remain motionless, a frown of disappointment on his face. “Let me get this straight: we're praying to a being who may or may not exist, and who may or may not care for us.”
“It's all we can do right now,” Darkrai breathed out.
“Why, what's it going to do for us? I've heard people say their prayers, but look where that got them.” He snorted. “For all I know, Arceus is too busy to listen to us.”
“Who said it was Arceus?”
He rolled his eyes. “Well gee, he was the only one who showed up at all.”
“Is it because you still have issues with him?” Dialga muttered, Palkia and Regigigas keeping a hold on his crystalline wing. He was turned away from the renegade to see his glare, though he twitched a little upon feeling the stare.
“If you don't want to pray with us, Giratina, then you are free to leave,” the phoenix assured him. “We just ask of you to keep Mew and Mewtwo in your thoughts.”
He stood there for half a minute looking incredulously at the group, stomping in place while grumbling under his breath. Finally, he grew too frustrated and pushed himself in between Darkrai and Heatran with a glower. He glanced down at the two, and with a huff, lowered his wings for them to take a hold of. They nodded up at him before turning to Ho-oh. He sent the ghostly dragon a mellow look before bowing his head.
It took a few seconds for him to think of the first words to say, then they hesitantly stumbled out. “...Our Father in Heaven... we come to Thee as... a family group in a state of sorrow...” He felt his wings being lightly squeezed, and his heart lifted a little. (There was a quiet scoff possibly from Giratina, but it was too far off to know for sure.) Ho-oh quickly took a breath. “We know Thou hast spared us so for the sake of Thy work, that it may come to pass as it was declared in the days of its beginnings. Ye know of our weaknesses, of our failures...” There was a short pause, and he swallowed. “...we have let Thee down, have gone as far as to forsake Thee.
“Lord... we come to Thee for Thy merciful hand in this dark hour. Please help us... protect us from this evil which plagues this land... we have strayed into its grasp. We realize now that we cannot do this on our own.” Somewhere before him, he heard what may have been a mumble of agreement. “We ask of Thee to watch over our dear friends, Mew and Mewtwo, precious souls of Thine... wherever they may be. Keep them close... they need Thee more than we do. But we also ask of Thee to guide us to them, to bring them back... to deliver them from their inner demons. Save them—”
His voice caught, and he struggled to choke the words out as his eyes watered behind their lids. With encouraging, tighter squeezes from Shaymin and Moltres, he found the strength and opportunity to redo the sentence while he began to crack. “Lord, please bless them with safety. If not from sin, then from a premature death. They cannot return home to Thee at this present time... not while in this filthy sin... n-not while they are so broken. We beg of You—Thee... mend us together again... make us whole again... for our children's sakes... for everything. F-Fill us all with love... with the strength of Thy Spirit, and forgive us... forgive us of our i... iniquities. We all say these from th-the bottom of our hearts... in the name of Thy Son... the Savior, Christ Jesus... amen.”
A chorus of “amen”s slowly weaved its way through the group. It was only after he was sure it was done with that the phoenix cast his eyes about. Many had sorrowful looks as they stared at him, some weeping silently (few like Latias and Entei were fighting back sobs). Everyone still held hands, refusing to move from their spot or to even wipe away tears. Ho-oh was aware he was close to crying himself, though he tried to ignore the watery film clouding his vision. When he locked eyes with Giratina, he noticed the solemn gaze in his scarlet oculars, almost that of a far-away look. The moment he blinked, he was more aware of him, staring back.
It was then a lone, silver tear dropped down his face, and he briefly nodded in his direction. “Amen.”
He smiled as he wept.
He couldn't sleep that night. He couldn't because he didn't want to. And he didn't want to because he didn't care.
Time slipped by without a moment's notice, that Mewtwo hardly even noticed he was tired. As much as his body wanted its rest, he refused to take heed of it. All he did was slump against the wall, staring blankly at the floor with dry eyes. His thoughts were fixated on the harsh past of his counterpart at first, then they gradually melted away into nothing when it was burned into memory, leaving a hollow, burning space. There was no indication he knew of Legion's presence when Mew had entered the chamber with a pleased expression. Even when the shadowed shackles released him, he only fell and remained motionless on the floor. Somewhere inside his psyche, he caught word of her ordering him to leave the room to relieve himself, and he slowly forced himself up to trudge by wordlessly to the next room. He was vaguely aware of a chill and what may have been the exit to the outside, but the clone easily pushed it from mind. When he finished up, he returned and at last felt the need for a long rest.
Mew then paused before him, softly laying her paws against his chest to bring him to a halt. She stared for a while into his dim eyes before waving her tail back and forth in front of his face. Mewtwo barely even twitched, not once glancing away. Chuckling to herself, she skimmed her claws against his jaw, then leaned forward and licked his chin. Not a movement. Pressing herself into his torso, she planted a kiss to his mouth, easing it open to poke her tongue inside. Her hands kneaded his shoulder blades and sternum sensuously as she wrapped her tail around to lightly fondle his limp appendage.
He let out a moan, and slowly shook his head, pulling away. “No,” he mumbled, closing his eyes. “I will not...”
Legion seethed at his response. “You must be stronger than I thought. Your heart is broken, yet your spirit remains whole.”
“...even my spirit is broken...”
“Then should you not care what you do anymore?”
He swayed in place, forcing Mew to move him against the wall. He slid down to a painful sitting position, exhaling out a shallow breath. “Not anymore...”
Entangling her tail around his waist, she straddled his chest. “Then you shall be able to do as I say from now on, Mewtwo. And we will start off by having you submit your will to me.” She ghosted a kiss onto his nose. “You are mine, to forever satisfy the wants of this body. You shall obey every word that leaves these lips,” a quick lip-locking, “to follow the sound of your beloved's voice. If she tells you to come, you shall come. If 'move that mountain' is ever mentioned, you shall move said-mountain.” She ducked down to run her tongue against his throat. “You shall answer when called upon, shall go wherever she goes...” During the short pause, she scooted down to kiss his chest, and her voice lowered to a sultry purr. “...and you shall play along when she wants you to play.”
When she pressed numerous kisses to his belly, the clone shuddered beneath her, his trembling hands reaching up to grasp her shoulders. “...I-I cannot,” he gasped, though the crack in his voice gave it away.
Mew slyly slid one of his hands along her body. “Of course you can, Mewtwo. You and Mew are mates for life. Anything goes, if that is what you are worrying about.” She clamped her lips around a finger.
“No... I will not touch her...”
“You are too confused right now, Mewtwo, you know not what you are talking about.”
“She is undeserving of me...”
Growling, the tiny feline lifted herself up to take hold of his face, glaring into his eyes. She grew more furious when she saw the light flicker inside. “You are too delusional to understand your own words, Mewtwo,” she snarled, digging her claws into him. “Can you not feel the fire burning through your veins right now, your heart pumping in excitement? You are close to receiving the desire you have longed for your entire life. All it took was a simple kiss to her lips for you two to be committed to one another, and you refuse to take the next step. You two have waited long enough! You shall be the mate of Mew, and you shall consummate!”
He tried to turn his head away when she harshly forced him into a kiss. The moment his mouth opened to welcome her in, he was suddenly aware he had no control over his body. His fingers greedily searched and caressed her figure, pushing her closer into him. She hoisted herself further above him, forcing him to slide further into a reclining position. His tail hooked around to teasingly rub against the bulbous end of her own limb, bringing out a carnal, gurgling moan from her. Desperately struggling to keep himself from falling and to pull himself together, Mewtwo quickly and coarsely bit at her tongue and lips in the hopes she'd fall back.
While she gripped him hard enough to cut his cheeks open, all she did was give a rumbling chuckle as she pulled away. Gasping for breath, he spat out “Mew is not mine to do with!”, wincing at the stinging.
“You arrogant mortal, of course she is yours!” Legion hissed. “You are bound by life, by spirit! All that is left are for your mortal bodies to cleave. Do not lie to me any further, you have been desiring for her love. You cannot deny it, you are held under oath. She has been yours since your first kiss!”
Mewtwo stared back like he was in a daze. “...how?”
Mew deeply scowled, then took a breath to fight back a frustrating holler. “'How?' Have you forgotten what Mew told you? What I told you? The kiss is binding, you promised your loyalty as part of the agreement. That was several months ago. However... yesterday, you took it to a high level of commitment, almost celestial. There were very, very few members of her species that took it as far as how you two sealed it.” Taking one of his hands, she flattened the palm against her chest. “Your hearts were open at that very moment, making it perfect for a special connection to develop. You felt in your heart the sorrow and anguish she has gone through. Imagine what she is feeling from you in the afterlife.” Vision falling onto the blood raining down his face, she leaned forward to lick it up.
He let loose a trembling breath, scrunching his eyes shut as his fingers twitched against her fur. As much as he hated to admit it, Legion was right. The horrific memory of Mew's was more than just filled with pain. Every thought he heard had her emotions striking his heart, from excitement and joy, to heartache and anger. The fear and confusion from when she awoke inside the tube... her being forced to be pregnant... then torn between loving and hating the child... Mewtwo understood what she had been through, but hers was different from his own experience, almost the polar opposite. What made it worse was the stripping away of what had remained of her purity, leaving her with nothing except the breath of life.
She was forced to grow up.
No, that wasn't growing up. Loss of innocence doesn't entirely make one a mature being. She was mentally tortured for almost two years, which in turn nearly ended in death. The whole time she was unresponsive, what was she thinking? Did she replay the entire event in her head? Were the spirits, or at least the memory of the scientists haunting her? Had she made a completely different world for herself, a different ending?
...did the child ever cross her mind?
Remorse for her increased the longer Mewtwo thought back on it, wishing he had spent more time with her like his gut feeling had told him to. She was unable to sustain herself, he couldn't bear to leave her behind. Had it not been for the bond between Mew and the Tree (and him being unwelcome), he may not have had to. At least the others had thought of her in some way... but for how long was she alone? As he stared back at the smirk growing on her once-smooth features, he remembered the two Omastar that showed some sympathy for her. Did they give up on her much like the other inhabitants did?
He let out a sorrowful sigh. “Why Mew?” he murmured, almost inaudibly.
“What about her?” Legion questioned back, raising a brow.
He inhaled deeply. “Why did it have to be her? She was so innocent... why would... God allow her to suffer like that?”
“That is like asking why bad things happen to good people. How the hell should I know, I do not even go near God, let alone talk to Him.” She snorted, leaning back. “She must have deserved it for all I care.”
Mewtwo immediately jumped to her defense. “Mew did not deserve it. No one does...”
“You can argue the wicked do not as well, but guess what the outcome was?”
Another shiver ran through his body before he willed himself to push her off him, attempting to stand back up. The moment he did, his wrists were seized upon to hold him against the wall. He didn't bother to struggle, he was too weakened enough he couldn't stand for a long period of time and had to sit back down. Legion wickedly grinned behind a sneer before turning to float off.
Gritting his teeth, the clone growled out, “I heard about your plan.”
Freezing in place, she glanced back at him, eyes frighteningly radiant. “You know nothing.”
“All I know is you are bringing back the Tree of Beginning and you want her pregnant. Why?”
Narrowing her stare, she snarled out, “Whatever gave you that idea? I said nothing of the sort.”
He only matched the gaze, trying his hardest not to tense so much he would tremble. Slowly, her eyes widened, a grimace clenching her teeth. “You... you cannot have figured it out on your own,” she hissed. “Who told you? It was her, was it not?”
A noticeable shiver quivered through her body as her breathing quickened, almost a warning. Mewtwo hurriedly braced himself. Turning away, her hands curled into tight fists. “Sh... shit... I had completely forgotten... She was a spirit... of course she would...” She whirled around, causing his heart to leap in shock at the sight of her flashing eyes. Floating into his face, Mew growled out, “How much did she tell you?”
He had to fight himself to keep from flinching and stammering. “A little, admittedly. But enough was said that it explains why you are so anxious to let me succumb to my urges. She was unable to tell me about the Tree, however, I believe I was waking up then. Or, and I am taking a wild guess here, you discovered a flaw, and attempted to take her from me.”
It was obvious Legion was in a fit of rage, he could feel the evil presence pressurizing around them. Despite his claims to be a spirit, he was good at controlling facial and bodily emotions, though the eyes darkened and the pupils shrank. “What about herself?” was the next breath, strangely constricted. “Did she say why I chose her and not you?”
Mewtwo frowned a little, biting his lip. “She... briefly mentioned it. But she does not know why.”
“That is still proof she knows!” the demon snapped. Mew's tail missed the clone a few inches when it slammed into the wall, cracking it. “And the longer she's there, the more she discovers herself and the plan! Damn, damn, DAMN!” Her energy built up enough she took out her anger on the wall, floor, the ceiling, anything she felt like hitting while avoiding her captive.
He stumbled forward when he ducked, but caught himself before hitting the floor. He almost didn't realize he was free until she screamed out “Fools, why did you unhand him?!”, and he was snatched back. His head sharply whacked against the brick, bringing him to his knees in pain. She then grabbed him by the shoulders and forced him to straighten up, pushing him into the wall. He choked back a cry when he felt his sensitive cord squeeze.
“I knew I should have stuck with you!” she hollered, her voice rippling through the room and him. “The plan would have gone simpler and smoother! You may be the strongest alive, and thus it would have been more difficult to keep you in control, maybe, but you would have been indestructible! The other Legendaries would have been dead within hours, and Mew would have had no choice but to sell her body when you demanded of it! She would have delivered the first child and be prepared for another one by now! And the Tree! Oh, the Tree would have fed on enough energy to last a good millennium! But no, she had to get in the way, and change everything!”
She paused, the hateful glare softening to a thoughtful stare, her grip loosening. He cautiously bent his head to release his cord from the pressure, still keeping direct eye-contact. “However... though the plan may have taken longer... it still has a better chance of success,” she slowly murmured. “If I was to remain in your body, I would have been unable to change the unborn child to my liking. I would have to wait until I could touch it. But babies fresh from the womb are occupied with a sinless spirit... they cannot be touched by evil. However... if this body becomes pregnant... I can insert a spirit of my own before God allows one to enter it. It will take over and prevent another one from casting it out... it will be their body... a body we were forbidden to have.”
She quietly let out a chuckle, a sinister, maddening grin splitting her face. Steadily, her laughter increased in mania the more bolder her voice grew. “We will raise a physical army, and live, live on a planet we will inherit all to ourselves. An earth that will officially be the birth place of the third rejected by God! Lucifer will gain his own eternal body, just like we all will! All of Elohim's children will have gotten their bodies like He wanted! It would be like the War never happened! A body! It was all we ever wanted, Father! None of Your children would have been in this mess had You just let us have one! We would have behaved, we all would have lived with You forever, a one big, happy family! That is all You ever wanted, and You would have gotten it had Lucifer been sent down instead of Jehovah! Who is imperfect now, Father?!”
Mewtwo ducked his head and scrunched his watery eyes shut, wanting to get away from the madness enshrouding him. The image of Mew screaming up into the heavens was disturbing to him, it was unlike her. It was something he would do, but this was crossing the line. The way Legion was doing it, it was like he was cursing God while laughing in His face. No, that was too mild—why is he reflecting on it? This was wrong, he would never do something like this, could never tell off the one who let him live.
...could he? Did he?
The cackling finally faded away, leaving behind an unpleasant ringing and emptiness. His head was lifted back up, and his eyes involuntarily opened. Mew's face was still contorted with the smile of a maniac, irises glaring deep into his soul. He shivered, attempting to move his arms to push her away. They remained limply pinned to the wall, though they inched upward to show effort.
She just laughed. “How pathetic. You are just giving up so easily. It is a wonder we have yet to consummate.”
“I do not know what you are planning, but leave us out of it, please!” he implored, fighting back tears. “So you want a body. I am sure you will get one eventually.”
“Oh, did I not tell you? As an evil spirit, I cannot get a body. Ever.” Glancing down at herself, she quickly added, “Of course, as a spirit, I can possess other bodies, but I cannot have one of my own.”
“Because you... rebelled?”
“Precisely. The body is God's gift to all mortals. It is His greatest creation and is one of the greatest gifts. To get it, one has to be born of parents, of course.” She glowered, scanning him up-and-down. “Though there are exceptions... I suppose.”
He wiggled uncomfortably. “What are you getting at?”
“If a spirit is allowed to live inside a man-made body, then surely a demon can have one of its own!” she snapped. “There should be no reason why God would make an exception for you and your clones! All the other clones died, why not you? What makes you special?”
Mewtwo only shook his head. “I have asked myself that many times, so I do not know. Mew thought it was because I was made for her, but it cannot be that. Besides... she only said that because we were...” He quickly pushed the thought from mind.
Legion only smirked. “Ah, yes. Fits of passion tend to make one just scream out inner thoughts, hmm?”
He shuddered, trying to think of something else. “What is it about Mew that you must torment her so much? Why her, why me? What makes us so important?”
She barked out a short, harsh laugh. “You just are not getting it. Let me sound it out for you.” She floated closer to the point their noses squashed, her tiny hands clutching around his neck. Her voice dropped to almost a whisper, her enunciation drawling out. “You control the mother, you command the children. Command the children, and you rule the future.”
His eyes widened, breath catching as cold sweat began to develop. She snickered again, then pulled back. “It never fails. Even the strong-willed will fall. And when we compare yours and Mew's stats, you two will have strong, intelligent, beautiful children, no doubt with equally valiant spirits. It will take a lot of my good minions to convince them to fall away.” Her oculars flashed menacingly. “Luckily, I am in command of this body, and thus everything about it is in my control. I'll choose my best followers to possess the bodies, or if we do not reach it in time, we can brainwash it easily. We demons have such a way with words.”
Mewtwo was nearly speechless, only managing to croak out one word: “Monster!”
Mew let out a wicked laugh. “Go ahead, call me all you want, I heard it all. Still will not change my mind. Although, I would be cautious what you say to me; I may just damage this body beyond repair if I have to.”
A gasp died in his throat, a painful knot twisting in his stomach. “Y-You... you cannot be serious! But... I thought you were using her for...” He couldn't bring himself to say it.
Her expression darkened as she bared her teeth in an unpleasant way. “I am, but only if I have no choice. If I were to leave this body for any reason, I will wreck her to the point she will be lucky to breathe. Mostly, though, I will sterilize her, but if measures call for it, I can mutilate an organ or two. It will not kill her, per se, but it will leave her disabled in a way. However...”
Mew tilted her chin in, flashing a mad grin as she licked her lips. She extended her claws and slitted three deep cuts down her cheekbone to the jaw, then held up the damaged wrist. Smirking, she dug into the wound and widened it. Mewtwo could swear his heart stopped. “I do have this fascination with blood and the heart. I will bleed her dry if I must, maybe even ingest every last drop.” To prove her point, she swiped her paw along the bleeding gashes and licked it. “Or I can stop and restart the heart at will, just for the heck of it. Unless you want to hold it until it stops beating? I can tear it out from her ribcage and give it to you. It would be a rather symbolic gesture, would it not?” She returned to sucking the blood off her hand.
He finally shook his head vigorously, and tore his sight away from her bloody cheek, letting his tears overflow. “No, no more!” he pleaded in a near holler. “Enough, please, I do not want to hear of it anymore! Please, stop hurting her! It is me you want, not her!”
She glanced over, a sly smile spreading on her lips as she watched the teardrops drip to the stone floor. “Really? Will you do anything to get me to leave her alone?” she challenged.
“Anything!” he sobbed out. “Just please, leave her out of it while she is still alive and pure!”
Quirking a brow, she snapped her fingers, and he was released. He wobbly crawled forward a few inches before he curled before her in anguish. She remained in place, staring down at a trembling, broken Mewtwo as he quietly cried and tried to stifle his whimpers. She gave a small “hmph”, crossing her arms.
“I find it hard to believe the world's strongest Pokémon would easily give himself up for the love of his life,” she noted. “You must have really developed a soul all these years to bring yourself to this level. For someone who claims to be a fake, your emotions are real, if strangely close to a human level.” Legion paused while she ran her hand down her cheek again, waiting for the clone to speak his mind. When he didn't, the demon rose the bloody paw to eye-level, and resumed. “Before I forced Mew to attempt suicide, you were the last on her mind. And she admitted to knowing you love her, refusing to believe it may have been a ploy against her emotions to hurt her. She loves you as well, but I take it you already knew that.”
Mew floated down to his level, taking his head into her paws and tilting it back. The tears looked to be endless, smoothing out his usual cold countenance to the exact opposite of a submissive wreck. She let the salt water wash past her hands, leaving smears of watery blood on his left side. “She was difficult to break. I had her in my sight for months, haunting her dreams. She ignored me at first, and when I refused to leave, she had no choice but to acknowledge my existence. It was then she slowly went mad, and I was able to enter her mind, to be her second 'conscious' in a way. She lost sleep because of me, thus making herself more vulnerable to my influences. She tried to fight back, and she did a hell of a job, but in the end, I won.”
She flashed her bloody gash, which Mewtwo for a split second glanced at. “I forced her to spill her blood as her final sin, and what a sin it was. Murder lands you in Spirit Prison, and suicide is no exception. She continues to reflect on it, and thus she stays. She will pay for it as she painfully dies a spiritual death, and hating herself for it. If all goes well, you will cease to be life-mates when the bond breaks. You may see her again in the afterlife, but you will never remember your relationship with her. It will have been just a dream, not reality.”
Realization slowly found its way into clone's eyes, and he moved to push himself away until she caught his hand. “You promised, Mewtwo,” the feline purred, smirking at his trembling form. “You promised you would do anything if it means saving your precious mate. As improbable as it is now, your word is still bound. As is mine.” Mew lightly trailed her fingers across his palm and wrist, leaning down to plant a kiss to it without breaking eye-contact. “You are mine. You will do as I say.” She bent forward and sensually locked lips. “Think of me not as a demon, but as your lover. This body changes nothing of what happens between you and her. Anything you do with me, you do with her. And who knows... I may make her look better in bed.”
He took in a short breath to speak, only for her to silence him. “I want no complaints from you, you are to be completely obedient. If I order you to raise up a new island, or rip apart one of your friends, you will do it. When I ask for the head of said-friend, you will say 'medium or well-done'. I would even tell you to commit hari-kari, and you will obey without question. Am I understood?” He nodded, though it brought a small scowl to her face. “I think you mean, 'yes, Mew.'”
Mewtwo stared in fear for a moment before he nodded once more. “Yes... Mew.”
She smiled, running her knuckles against his cheek. “That is much better. Now... love me.”
As hesitant as he was, the psycat recited a “Yes, Mew” just when they pressed lips.
Mew led the kiss, deepening it with every breath. They touched tongues, making it more overt and salty the longer it lasted. Reluctantly and shakily, her clone ran his hands along her curves, kneading with his fingers, and she reached behind his neck to stroke his cord. She pressed herself into him, lowering her tail down his belly. He let out a groan, bestowing a bite onto her lips to silence himself. She pinched the sensitive organ in warning, then forced him to his feet. Backing up without parting, she pulled him along until she was nearly bent in half running into an obstacle. She gasped, disguising it as a moan when she noticed he had landed on her in the process. Smirking, she took a hand and pressed it against her lower abdomen, close to her thigh.
Mewtwo briefly froze in place, feeling his temperature rise when he recognized her intentions. He tried breaking the kiss, to get himself away from her, but Mew had a tight grip on him. Nipping in frustration, she forced his paw to slip underneath, pushing his fingertips onto her womanhood. At the same time, the tip of her tail rubbed upon a sensitive area, making him squirm and fluster. Afraid of what was coming next, he momentarily pushed himself off, knowing he crossed lines.
She swiftly lunged at him, fire in her eyes. “You try my patience! Even if it means I have to tie you down or knock you unconscious, you are going to uphold the end of your agreement, Mewtwo! How many times am I going to tell you before you get it?! There is nothing wrong with you enjoying yourself, now love me, dammit!”
With shortness of breath, he could only shake his head, trying to pry her off. He didn't struggle long, for the colored lights caught his eye. Now that he was closer, the lights were indeed curiously illuminated from ground. No, it was a pedestal, constructed in a triangular shape with circular markings engraved on the surface. The lights rested at the three points, each containing symbols inside. One was obviously another triangle, but the other two looked more like floral patterns. They all pointed directly to the center, though nothing was visible.
Mew didn't bother to glance over her shoulder, scowling at his confused expression as she rolled her eyes. “Yes, the lights are pretty. Stop looking at them and let us return to what we were doing.”
“What is this place?” he muttered, looking around the room. “More ruins, is it not?”
She huffed, pulling away. “Figures you would not recognize it. Mew might, as could some of the other Legendaries, at least through legend. This is the main chamber of the Sinjoh Ruins where it holds the Mystri Stage. It is said that when Arceus steps onto the platform, he creates an egg. But mortals are fickle-minded, they cannot comprehend the powers of creation. They do not realize this can be used to control the world, if one knows how to use it.”
Mewtwo tore his eyes away in surprise. “You are saying this is a weapon?” he gasped.
“In a way, yes. It can create life, but it can take it away.” Mew floated to the middle of the base. “If a normal mortal attempts to operate this, he or she will right-away faint. Stronger mortals can feel their life-force drain, and may pass out as well. Unfortunately, they will be too consumed by the madness to walk away.” She grinned, spreading out her arms. “Us immortals, on the other hand, are more than capable of keeping it in control. Thanks to the quick thinking of some of the Legendaries, the world has managed to quietly stay on path of prosperity. Yes, Mewtwo, the world has been teetering on edge ever since its birth. But do not go thinking the world has ended because this has been neglected. This is used in emergencies only. It activates itself when it feels the world needs a little power-boost, and sends a signal, alarming a Legendary willing to listen to come work the controls.”
He felt his knees quake, and he leaned against the stage for support. “Then... y-you are saying—”
She cruelly laughed. “I did not bring you here for that, Mewtwo. You are not in the position or power to use it, you never were. You may be a Legendary, but you were never immortal. Had you been foolish enough to attempt this, you will have shriveled up alive. It is a horrible way for the body to die. Now Mew, if she was still immortal for one thing, would have easily brought the world back to order without breaking a sweat. There would really be no need for you all to waste away waiting for trees to grow fruit.”
Mewtwo stared at the glowing circles, slowly shaking his head in skepticism. “This... this is impossible. This structure cannot possibly be tapped into the world's essence... I-I thought the Tree was.”
“It was. But what made you think the Tree existed in the first place?” His eyes widened in sheer awe, turning to the demon. “It is not known who created the Tree, though it is very likely Arceus' doing. But humans have come here in the past and tried to play God themselves. It is believed one of the Golems was brought here and they used it to form the Tree to their liking. They were rather stupid back then, I am sure they followed orders without questioning it. My guess is they brought in Regirock, it would explain why the Tree was a rock formation.” She snorted at her joke. “From what I could gather, it was originally going to be for the earth's benefit. When it was not what they had expected, they went ahead to do it themselves. Somehow, though, the creation had of yet to finish, and something went terribly wrong. Instead of feeding the earth, the Tree now fed itself, shortening the life-span of everyone on the planet.
“Because humans messed with it, it was imperfect. It could no longer stabilize, nor take care of itself, so a guardian was chosen. However, mortals were being used. It needed someone who was would live long enough, and was strong enough to handle its berserks. Killing the Tree was not an option at the time, so in a desperate attempt, Arceus went to Mew and offered her the gift of immortality if she would guard the Tree, and the world to an extent. What he had failed to mention was the everlasting bond the two would share. She learned that the hard way.”
The clone hung his head, not wanting to believe Legion, but the burning, aching feeling in his heart said otherwise. He couldn't deny it if his life depended on it. As mind-blowing as it was, it brought into light the full understandings of Mew's harsh life. She had wanted to get away from it all, and she had to have felt the Tree would end it. As subtle as it was, it only made things worse. A rather selfless desire to serve the world was done from selfishness of wanting a better life. She slowly paid for it over the years, watching a thousand years of change go by.
He wondered if she ever regretted her decision to keep the world at bay. She had to give up her personal freedom to form a symbiotic relationship with it. It could be why she returned after her rampage, it was truly all she had left, her reasoning to continue living. Those months she had spent (forcibly) away from the Tree may not have done much, though the longer he thought about it, perhaps it was harmful? She only did not notice because of the stress in the laboratory, it possibly not once ever crossed her mind. What if, then, her pregnancy failed for that reason?
Though the longer he thought of it, he could not come up with an explanation for how it would have made sense at the time, for if she was protected from it, then so could have the child. He doubted either of the scientists had known about the Tree and her immortality. The poisoned bloodstream was more likely to have been the cause, as she was not truly immune to it, she just could not get sick from it.
There was a blast from above, startling Mewtwo out of his thoughts. He whipped his head up, and quickly jumped back, chunks of the ceiling crashing around and onto the platform, covering them in dust. Mew looked over at him in annoyance, unfazed by the destruction. “We stalled long enough. Let us begin the creation of a better world!”