Earth. The forms it can take many do not understand. As the end of a great storm came, three teens sat on the edge of a pier, watching it disappear.
What is my purpose?
“When I first left home, I thought I saw a rare one. And just then, I thought I saw another.”
Who am I?
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A fair distance away, surrounded by clouds as they flew, various forms glided through the air, drawn by a large pink and purple humanoid-like being, who flew by the sheer power of its mind.
How can I find a purpose, when I do not know what to even look for? The being in the forefront questioned itself as it flew, its blue eyes always darting around, the mind behind them always pondering, always calculating. It spied a distant island, one seemingly untouched by the humans it had once served, the humans it had once attempted to destroy. The forms behind him were lowered onto the island. Staring down, he watched blue forms, red forms, flaming forms, and even an electric rodent run around, confused at their new home. The being vanished, its mind drawn elsewhere as it flew.
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A forest. In its mind, a forest drew it closer. A deep forest of untouched wilderness, ruins, and promise of solitude, where it would never be bothered. With a flash, it appeared within the ruins, crossing its legs, and folding its arms.
“This will be adequate. What that human meant... it requires further thought. I am no experiment, but what is my true purpose?” It closed its eyes, reaching out to the natural world around it. It did not sense an overwhelming presence of humans roaming around the world, but those it detected, it did not concern itself with. A sound from beyond the dilapidated walls of where it was floating, something was crying, weeping. It floated to where the being full of sorrow lay, staring up at a broken statue.
“Why can you not see what I see? I love you!” He sobbed. The floating being lowered itself to the ground, looking down. A small equine lay in front of a statue of a very regal equine, one with wings and a horn.
“Why do you weep, young one?” The small equine turned, its eyes wide as it stared. Its eyes darted back and forth, sweat wetting its spotted coat.
“N-None of your business! W-Who are you to ask, anyways?” The being stepped forward, holding out one of its three-fingered hands.
“I do not know who I am, only that I have no purpose. I am Mewtwo.” The equine stopped crying, staring up.
“M-Mewtwo? I've never heard of you before.” Mewtwo sat beside the small equine.
“What is your name?” The young equine pawed the ground, his nervous behaviour obvious.
“I-I'm Pipsqueak. AndbeforeyouaskyesIaminlovewithPrincessLuna!” He panted, his words having tripped over one another as he delivered them.
“... love? What is love?” From somewhere, strange music played for a few seconds. Mewtwo turned around to find three ponies bobbing their heads. “No. Just... no.” With a single wave of its hand, Mewtwo sent the strange three flying. “Well, now that there is peace and quiet-” Pipsqueak had backed away, fear in his eyes.
“H-How did you do that without magic?” Mewtwo glanced down at its hands, confused.
“... magic? I only used my psychic abilities-” Pipsqueak screamed.
“Monster! Monster!” He galloped away as fast as his little legs would take him. Mewtwo disappeared from behind, only to return in front of Pipsqueak. “Get away from me!” Mewtwo held up his hand.
“I am no monster... well, technically, I could be considered as such. I am a being beyond most understanding.” Mewtwo stood up, floating slightly above the ground. His brow was furrowed in an attempt to read the features of the pony in front of him. He could see fear, but not something that he was not used to. The pony in front of him gasped before falling over. “Are you... still alive?” Mewtwo reached his hand down, only to feel something gazing into his back, as if to pierce his very soul. He spun around in midair, staring down the new creature that opposed it.
“What hast thou done to our subject?!” Mewtwo did a once-over of the new pony. It was blue, deep blue, with a glowing, flowing mane that seemed to shimmer like starlight. On her flank, a white crescent moon seemed to glow with a strange inner light.
“I did nothing, I can assure you. But-” He was interrupted by a blast of pure energy slamming into his chest. He recovered, still floating. “You really believe I harmed him?” A ball of energy began to gather in his hand. He waved it around menacingly. “I do not wish to harm you, but if you leave me no choice, I won't hold back.” Mewtwo began to realize something new. He was wearing the same armour that Giovanni had built onto him to help him focus his power. He channeled all of his raw psychic power into the ball that now floated above his hand.
“Art thou telling us the truth?” The pony stared down at Pipsqueak, who had just begun to revive. Mewtwo's eye flashed inside the helmet he wore, the ball of energy stabilizing at its current size.
“As much as I want to at this current moment. Blast me again, and there will be consequences.” He leaned forward, his feet now touching the ground, his tail moving slightly as he shifted into a more combative stance. The pony in front of him bent down, a horn in the centre of her forehead glowing with energy.
“Art thou challenging us?” A blast escaped from her horn, narrowly missing Mewtwo. He glared from behind the mask of the helmet.
“I did warn you.” The ball of energy flew towards the pony as Mewtwo swung his arm. It resonated with dark energy, slamming into the pony with an immense amount of force. Pipsqueak merely stared as Mewtwo sunk to his knees. “I... used too much energy in that attack...” He fell forwards, his vision fading to black. Before he passed out, the last word he heard were spoken not toward him, but toward another entity altogether.
“Our sister will be most displeased at this...”
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Light. It streamed in from a nearby window. Mewtwo struggled awake, his eyes taking in his surroundings. He did not understand. There were iron bars across the window, and iron reinforced walls blocking his path into the corridor. It struck him then and there.
“They seek to imprison me. We shall see-” The door to the cell opened, revealing a large white pony with a horn and wings. It walked in, nodding to various armoured ponies in the hall. It began to speak, the gender of the voice a female. Her voice, when she started to speak, felt like a calm wind. It eased Mewtwo's worry.
“I'm very sorry. I didn't think that you would be so... odd. Then again, prophecies usually are cryptic beyond reason.” Mewtwo stood up, floating slightly. His eyes flashed blue behind the mask that was still attached.
“Apology accepted. I'm assuming you are here because of...” Something piqued his curiosity. A head peeked out from behind the pony. A human head.
“So, this is him? Well, I thought the fucker'd be taller.” A rather strange, bald man sauntered into the holding cell, metal plates adorning his person. “And I thought he'd be fucking human. Well, at least, more human than he appears.” The man stuck out his hand, staring at Mewtwo. “The Courier, Courier Six, although some still call me Jason Fawkes.” The Courier shrugged. He had not had to use his real name in a long time. It felt... relieving, to say the least. This strange creature before him reminded him somewhat of a deathclaw, although deathclaws were mostly hostile. Another, taller bald man entered.
“Your name... is Jason? Curious. I want to know what this is.” Minsc, without any single allusion to his action, poked Mewtwo in an unprotected area. Mewtwo recoiled at the unfamiliar touch, holding his hand up.
“Stay back. I do not wish to harm you.” His eyes flashed. He lowered his hand. He felt a familiar presence. The pony that had attacked him entered beside the slightly taller mare.
“Luna, I believe you have something to say? And don't shout. We want this place to stay in one piece.” Luna, the darker winged, horned pony, stared at Mewtwo.
“We apologize for jumping to conclusions. We saw one of our subjects, and thought-” Jason held up his hand.
“You seem to jump to conclusions far too fucking quickly. I really don't give a shit, but seriously, your people think the worst of us. Well, with Minsc here-” he jammed his thumb in a backwards direction towards the slightly confused ranger. “-I would say it is not entirely undeserved.” Mewtwo floated towards Jason, holding his hand out.
“You appear to be a respectable human-” Another presence he felt, floating past them into the corridor. A man in an orange shirt, a light attached to his shoulder, and a heavy weapon in his hands, ran his hand through his short, brown hair. Although he did not speak, Mewtwo could still hear his words as clear as day.
“I am John Raimi. Although you probably can't-”
“I can hear you, Raimi. I do not understand how, as you seem... disconnected from yourself.” Mewtwo held his hand to Raimi's head. He could feel the inner push and pull between Raimi's mind and body, as if the two were not entirely one and the same. He removed his hand, looking at Raimi. “I am the psychic Pokemon, Mewtwo. The strongest psychic pokemon in my world, and the only one here.” He stood back, crossing his arms. Raimi rubbed his chin, contemplating the thought.
“So, I don't have to keep using a sheet of paper to talk? That's a relief. Any way you can fix this?” Raimi looked to Mewtwo expectantly.
“Sorry, Raimi, but I do not understand this fully enough to help.” His reaction elicited confused murmurs from the rest of the group assembled. “Unlike the rest of you assembled, I am psychic, which allows me to hear even now the supernatural speech of this John Raimi.” The others quietly nodded, leaving Mewtwo as the de facto interpreter for Raimi. Jason put his hand on Mewtwo's shoulder.
“So, if you're done with the introductions, why not tell us what your name is?” Mewtwo stared down at his hands, the armour adorning them. He looked up with a fire in his eyes. A psychic aura stormed in the small area around him.
“I am Mewtwo, the strongest Pokemon in the world!” He stopped, staring down. “... also the only one.” He shrugged, looking back. “I can sense two other humans. They are not far, but one might need assistance.” Mewtwo focused, attempting to see who the man was.
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Near the outskirts of the Equestrian city of Canterlot, a large man in a dark cloak was flanked by two griffins in black armour and dark cloaks. He pulled down his hood, spitting on the ground. Dropping the butt of the cigar he had been smoking, he lit up another, looking ahead. One of the griffins piped up, curious.
“Lord Castellan Creed, sir! What is your plan, sir!” Creed merely pointed with his cigar at the distant towers.
“We walk in there, and meet with their rulers. By the Emperor, it's like I'm home on Cadia!” He chuckled, his distinctive 'hurr' echoing softly. He stopped to think for a minute. “Minus the fact that I'm not on Cadia, and there are no mystical creatures lingering about on Cadia. Come, guards! We have a meeting to attend!” As Creed left, a shadow detached itself from a nearby crevice in the mountain. Disappearing, it returned to its master. Creed shivered in the distance. Something did not feel quite normal.
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“So, Creed has landed in a place that has not heard the whispers of Chaos Undivided, nor of the pitiful words of the Imperium's Corpse-Emperor? Beautiful. More souls to corrupt and return to the fold! Our warriors! Our legions!” Thousands upon thousands of heads turned to face the beings in front of them, the Chaos gods Tzeentch, Khorne, Slaanesh, and Nurgle. Former men clad in heavy, clanking powered armour shouted their praises to the Chaos Gods. One stepped forward. He was a former champion of the one that Creed served with all his heart.
“My lords! We are ready to bring the glory of Chaos to this world! Just say when.” He smiled, his formerly human face twisted by decades of Warp exposure. Mutations had deformed most of the armoured soldiers throughout the Legions of Chaos. He himself was not spared, the most hideous mutations bonding him directly to his armour, as if it was fleshmetal. Tzeentch held up his hand, silencing the soldiers before him.
“Traitor Legions! We do understand your thirst for battle, and blood, in Khorne's servants' case. But it is not time. There will be the time when we strike down Creed, take this 'Equestria', and show them the power that is to serve Chaos Undivided!” The other three Chaos gods murmured in agreement. The Traitor Legions before them screamed in lust-filled anger. A new world untouched by the Imperium was almost too tempting to forget the commands of Chaos Undivided. Slaanesh turned to Tzeentch with a question that was as important as warranted.
“Do you really plan to open the gateway near that world? Once the Imperium discovers it, and our influence, we will lose another world-”
“In glorious bloodshed! Beautiful bloodshed!” Khorne had risen from his Skull Throne and was shouting. His Berserkers down below pounded the ground with their powerful close combat weapons, their red armour streaked with the blood of many a battle. Tzeentch held up his hand.
“Khorne, truly it is not time! Be quiet until it is an appropriate time, or else Creed may force our hand yet again-” Slaanesh pointed at Tzeentch and began to laugh.
“Is he not the human that defeated you, the Lord of Fate, in a chess game?” Khorne, not one for simple subtlety, bellowed out a long, dark laugh. Tzeentch looked down.
“Yes, but he will die for his transgressions! When the time is right, all of our Traitor Legions will descend upon this unsuspecting world, and we will consume it!” Tzeentch breathed out slowly. There were still many preparations to make if he was to commit to this. Including the preparation of the gateway between the warp and the material universe.
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Author's Notes STILL not working:
So, to write this chapter, I had to watch the first Pokemon movie. THE FEELZ! I loved it.
Mewtwo was always my favourite pokemon, and people who said he sucked were always beaten by me in Pokemon.
I needed the meeting of the four of them so I could show that at least one character could interpret for Raimi.
Also, needed DESPERATELY to introduce what may become a force of evil in future chapters. I will be throwing up a poll at some point for people to vote. I would appreciate all of your votes.
So, as always! Criticism is welcome, along with opinions.