'Lo, all. This is Psychic, from SPPf. I've been a fic writer and reviewer for quite some time now, and upon deciding that I should branch out and have a look at some other Pokémon forums I decided to join this one.
As such, I believed it would be a good idea to post one of my stories, just to show what I can do. It actually won third place in a writing contest on serebiiforums, and I am generally quite happy with it.
So enjoy. Comments, criticism, all of it is more than welcome, as I would love to hear some thoughts and opinions on it. Oh, and yes, I love Mewtwo: he is my complex emo boi whom I want in between the sheets. Read first, judge me later. X3
He watched on.
He watched on, horrified, terrified, by what he saw. Unable to do a thing, unable to find a way to stop the madness.
The sky was filled with crimson clouds, blocking out all the sun’s light and casting the world in shadow. Hellish fire rained from the sky, scorching everything in its path. The ground opened up and created gaping chasms, swallowing up anything nearby. Fierce gales swept even the heaviest objects off the ground, sending them crashing down miles away. Huge waves crashed on the shore, flooding areas miles around. Lightning flashed across the blood red sky, illuminating the scene below.
Creatures of every shape and size were running about in panic, trying desperately to escape the natural disasters that took the lives of hundreds every second. The panic was like a disease, spreading like wildfire, affecting humans and Pokémon alike causing them to scream out in desperation, running as if blind, trampling one another in a mad dash to find nonexistent safety. The flames falling from the heavens ignited whatever they touched, consuming plants, buildings, even living creatures, causing them to burn to the ground. An unnatural fear gripped the heart of every living creature, clouding their minds with single one thought: run. Friends had become enemies, blocking all possible escapes, and in their fear some even rung the necks of others. It was mad, and the world no longer made any sense.
And still, they watched, doing nothing to protect the earth which they had been charged to protect. It was now being destroyed, the natural, yet unnatural calamities killing everything in sight, with none able to hide or protect themselves.
Doom was imminent.
He looked about; seemingly calm despite the chaotic scene before his deep, lavender eyes. The creature stood tall and firm despite the appearance of the wiry thin body he had been given, a sickly grey in color, with only a chest plate protecting his upper body. Long, bony arms remained at his sides, the hands with balled fingers curled into fists. A thick purple tail swished slowly behind him, like a snake attempting to hypnotize its prey. He was deep in thought, trying to understand what he was seeing, and why he was feeling things he had never before felt.
At first glance, Mewtwo seemed almost unfazed, unaffected by what he saw, but looking deeper, his eyes seemed troubled, and his sharp mind was not at peace, but hard at work solving a puzzle. The clone could not understand why, even as he looked down upon a world that had only caused him pain and suffering, that had taken advantage of him, that had refused to see him as anything as a tool, why he pitied them so.
“It must be done,” the Pokémon announced in a great, booming voice that echoed against the damp cave walls. He spread his grand multicolored wings wide, bright red feathers shining like a million dancing flames. The sharp black eyes of Ho-Oh were upon every creature in the huge cavern, all of whom had gone silent at the phoenix’s words.
They ranged in colors and sizes, each representing a different element that kept the world in place, each unique, each cherished by humans. No two were the same, and just like they were different in appearance, so were their roles in the world different. The one thing they all shared was an aura of power, of dignity, of wisdom and knowledge gained from their countless years of life. Respected, revered, some even feared by mortal creatures.
Now each contemplated, and each couldn’t help but feel an intense sorrow. Overwhelming sadness filled the ancient chamber in which the Legendaries had held their Councils, but each was resigned and knew there was no other choice, no way to hide it.
“It must be done,” Ho-Oh repeated solemnly, dipping his great head and allowing one, single tear to fall from his ruby red eye. The last tear he would shed, with it letting go of his love and attachment for the world.
The clone had been at the Council, and he knew what would transpire because of it. However, Mewtwo had not spoken up, remaining silent as he watched the other Legendaries each shed a single tear for the world, a pure drop of water fall from each of their eyes. He had remained motionless at the back of the cavern, doing nothing, not once speaking. He had always felt out of place among these god-like creatures, even despite his own power which rivaled most of their own. He had really only been given the privilege to attend the Councils because of his relation to Mew, and it was only because of this similarity in DNA that he had a small say in what was done, smaller than even Latios and his sister. Not to say he was looked down upon- they had been kind to him and welcomed him with open arms, but he knew well that some of the Legendaries were still wary around him.
Sill, in regards to making this decision, Mewtwo had nothing to say. After all, he had been created by mortals, so who was he to decide their fate?
Just as he had remained silent at the Council, so he remained silent here. Above the desolation, the fear, the suffering it was harder to understand and believe what was happening below. A nightmarish scene, taking place in a world the Legendaries had breathed life into and that had in turn created him. He did hate the humans for what they had done, or he at least hated the individuals- as he had learned, not all humans were all that bad. But they were all long gone, having died many years ago, and there were no traces of his creation left. Mewtwo had no attachments left in the world, nothing left to which he could feel a connection down below- not to good, nor to bad.
Yet he still felt an intense sense of pity for them. But…why? After all, this, what was transpiring below, was to benefit the Earth: cleansing it, then starting again.
Mewtwo sighed. It still seemed almost…wrong. Was this what the world truly deserved?
The clone’s uneasy thoughts tugged at his mind, but his confusion seemed to reach other ears as well.
A small, cat-like creature sensed Mewtwo’s thoughts, even from afar. Her short ears seemed to twitch, and she turned her elegant body, covered in fine pink fur to look at him with a large pair of bright sapphire eyes. Mew turned away from her previous perch and floated over to her clone, giving her long whip-like tail a little flick, the ovular shape at the end swishing.
“You seem troubled, Mewtwo,”
she said in his mind, the words ringing clear and pure as a crystal bell.
He seemed taken aback from her approaching him and speaking- until then, they had all been staring below in silence, each lost in their own private thoughts.
Mewtwo could never help but find it strange how the two seemed to share a bond, connected like no others. Although it was not great, it was still firm, like a rope tied between the two that despite creating a connection between them, still gave them room to be independent creatures. Of course, Mew did share a slight connection to every living being; she was, after all, the Mother of them all. Every living creature was hers, each loved, and each given a blessing by her that fit the individual. Mewtwo suddenly understood that no matter how much this pained the others, Mew was the one who was most affected, and her pain must run deeper than any other.
Mewtwo hung his head, closing his eyes. “Yes,”
he finally answered. “Though the reason why eludes me.”
Mew nodded solemnly. “That is unlike you, Mewtwo,”
she said gently. “This is the first time you have felt pity, is it not?”
“Yes, but it makes no sense. The humans and Pokémon below have given me nothing. Only one has brought me anything other than pain, and he is long gone. Not a trace of my existence is left, save a small myth. So why do I…care?”
Mew paused for a moment, then smiled, more to herself than to him. “Because life, no matter how small, no matter its importance, no matter its weight in the world, is still…wonderful.”
The clone’s eyes widened in unexplained shock. The words were words that had always rang gently in his head, like a distant whisper on the wind of his thoughts. No more real than a figment, grounded only by a flash of a memory. But with Mew’s words they became persistent suddenly, the always unspoken words seeming real, now. “Mew…” he began, but the little Legendary merely smiled and floated away, somersaulting in the air as she left him to his own thoughts once more.
A long breath escaped his lips, and he closed his eyes, blocking out the scene before them. If life is so wonderful, why is this world so full of life being destroyed?
They descended from on high, like a group of angels returning to a god-forsaken earth.
Finally, it was over.
The world looked like it had been ravaged by war. The ground, once rich, loamy soil was now red with blood, covered by lifeless bodies and pieces of debris from trees, buildings, cars, everything and anything was scattered about. Some piles were indistinguishable, the difference between steel, nature and flesh impossible to make out. Small fires still burned in some places, carrying the strong stench of burnt flesh into the thick air in pillars of black smoke.
The feelings of pain and defeat hung in the dead air, a ghastly stench that would overwhelm any mortal’s nostrils. Not to say the Legendaries were unaffected by what they saw: grief radiated off each one, the sadness gripping their hearts clear in each set of eyes that surveyed the scene of destruction. A world they themselves had shaped, now destroyed by its own creators.
Ho-Oh’s sharp ruby eyes glanced over each Legendary present, boring into them intently and sending each a silent message. When they reached the lavender eyes of Mewtwo, holding them and locking them sternly, the clone couldn’t help but shudder. In the bird’s eyes he could see the pain he had endured from watching the Apocalypse, the intense sadness from seeing the death overwhelming the Legendary. But there was also the will to move on, to keep going, to begin anew. Ho-Oh was willing to lend them his strength, but they had to be willing to take it.
Mewtwo nodded in silent acceptance. He was willing to help.
With a satisfied gleam in his eye, Ho-Oh brought his long, elegant neck upwards, staring straight into the sky. Firm, resolute, and utterly dedicated. The mighty phoenix opened his golden beak wide, and from it released a long, mournful cry. The sound was pure and clear, echoing in the still air for a moment as if it was all that existed. A cry that could be heard all across the barren world.
Once the sound began to die away, the world around them seemed to melt, everything on the ground turning into a grey, powdery substance that almost dissolved at the touch. Mewtwo blinked, and upon further inspection found it to be ash. The ashes of the dead world, now all that remained of it.
The clone, however, still didn’t comprehend. The world, everything the Legendaries had been charged to protect, everything the humans had created, every part of it was gone. Now it was all just a barren wasteland, devoid of anything other than the residue of a cleansing fire. What was there to be done now? Leave the land to rot?
“Et vetera, et nova. From the old comes the new.”
Mewtwo snapped his head to see who had spoken, his eyes falling on a small green creature with a large, swept back head and short, stubby arms who floated in the air on blue pixie wings. Celebi’s deep-sunken sapphire eyes met with Mewtwo’s violet ones, and she gave him a small smile.
she said in almost a whisper. The Time Travel Pokémon closed her eyes, and as the other Legendaries watched her intently, the tips of the two antennae on her head began to glow an electric blue. A great power was emanating off of her, one that each Legendary could feel: this was her greatest strength, drawn from the innermost part of her soul. There was a great rumbling underneath the ground, like a great beast stirring after a long slumber. The clouds in the sky shifted, first losing their red tinge, then dissolving and completely disappearing to reveal a perfectly clear azure blue sky, the sun lighting up the world for the first time in days, shining brighter than ever before.
Her antennae stopped glowing, and Celebi opened her eyes, a peaceful, content look on her face. She looked calm, though slightly drained and somewhat unstable in the air, smiling slowly.
Mewtwo looked around, unsure of what had just taken place. Did it even make a difference? The world would never be the same, and while he didn’t miss a world that had hated and shunned him, he still…missed it.
“What is this all for?”
Mewtwo asked aloud, a sudden anger in his voice. “Everything is gone! Nothing is left, save memories and ashes! There is no life left!”
Didn’t they understand?! They had destroyed it, and they couldn’t bring it back! It was all for nothing! Even if the world had been evil, consumed by hatred and greed, it had still been full, and there had still been life in it!
“From the old comes the new. All is not lost,”
Ho-Oh announced, walking over to the clone, black talons digging into the ground and sending small puffs of ash into the air.
Ho-Oh spread a great, rainbow-colored wing, gesturing to Suicune. The beast of the Northern winds nodded to the phoenix in understanding, the huge crystal mounted atop her head shimmering in the light of the sun. She gave Mewtwo a gentle smile with her white muzzle, then with one blue-furred paw Suicune brushed away a layer of ash on the ground, revealing underneath a single bud with two tiny leaves barely poking out of the ground. As the ashes were brushed into the air, the young plant’s leaves unfurled, welcoming the sun and soaking in its rays for the first time.
“The world shall be rebuilt, Mewtwo. It will not be the same, but it shall still be beautiful and unique. All will be well for everyone once again,”
Ho-Oh explained gently, a small smile dancing on his lips. “And even you shall have a place among this new world.”
Mewtwo’s eyes opened, and he saw the offer he was being made. To be accepted, not as a clone, not as a shadow, but to have a true place in the world and be accepted. That was, in a way, what he had always wanted, But did that mean he would lose his identity, and no longer be Mewtwo? Would he have to become something he wasn’t? Or did he still wish to be a mere copy?
After a long moment of thought, Mewtwo finally spoke, closing his eyes and imagining what this new world would be.
“Life…is wonderful. And now I can be a part of it; but as none but myself.”
And he would be content.