Mewtwo's Daughter

Chapter 1

I don't remember much about my earlier life. I hardly even remember anything before that. The earliest I can clearly remember is my father's face. He was holding me up as if I was the most precious thing he'd ever seen. He had this huge grin on his face, which doesn't happen a lot. And then I saw my mother and the both of them together. They were both just beaming as much as could be. We were so happy when I was younger. Maybe that's why they named me Miusha; it means contentment in our natural language.

I remember them telling me stories, like how at the very moment when my mother became pregnant, a mew appeared to them. Apparently, it had sensed my presence leaving the Dreaming, and it wanted to see me off safely. Then it met my parents, (still rather flustered at the time,) and they clicked like beetle wings. The mew stuck around with my parents, and taught them many things about its kind, and consequently, our kind. That is how we learned our language, from Mew. Before that, my parents only knew the English thought-speech from "before."

They would oftentimes mention "before," but they would hardly ever speak of it. My father was especially touchy on the subject, and my mother didn't remember much of it. Neither she nor he would tell me why. I asked Mew about it, and it shrugged and said that I would learn in due time. So, I tackled it to the ground, and asked it again. It laughed and said that it actually didn't know.

Mew was funny like that, it would sometimes try to act wise, and sometimes it would be like an infant, so innocent and curious. I knew it was a very ancient creature, though. It would sometimes speak of days when there were no humans, and pokemon ruled the earth. I didn't know what a human was, and Mew said it was better that way. It just flipped around in the air and teleported back and forth, bringing me food. Mew cared for me quite a lot, because oftentimes my parents would go away together for long periods of time. I asked Mew where they went, and it would just giggle.

Mew seemed to have two different outlooks on life. Sometimes it would say things like, Without going out of your door, you can know all things on Earth. Without looking out of your window, you can know the ways of Heaven. The farther one travels, the less one really knows. And it would teach me how to tap in to the consciousness of the Dreaming. It said I could learn anything from doing that. And I tried, I really did, but I never really understood. And sometimes Mew would say things like, The only way to truly learn the secrets of the world is to live in it. And it would teach me things like how to fly, and how to live in the forest. It would teach me about the natural ways of the world, and the history of life.

My father, on the other hand, knew very little of this. He would teach me other things, things that he had learned from "before" and things he had taught himself. He taught me "modern things," as he would call them. He taught me science, math, English, mechanics, and physics and psychics, like how to use the powers contained within my brain. He would hook me up to his machines in his lab, and tell me what they did and all about how they worked. He let me study my own brain patterns, and he would take me outside and teach me how to use them. I became very strong through his training, in body, mind, and spirit. My father taught me the pride of our kind.

My mother taught me love. She told me of the days when she and my father had first met. She told me of her love for him and of her love for the Earth and for all living creatures on it. She taught me about the bond that our kind and humankind should share with pokemon. She paired me with a Meowth from a litter that our two Persians had had at about the same time I was born. She taught me about what it means to be a pokemon trainer, and what it is to have a mate. She told me that someday, I would find a mate of my own. I never knew what she meant, because I didn't know anybody but my family.

Then, when I was about seven years old, almost an adult, my parents finally sat me down for "the talk." I had just come in from outside, where I had been laying in the sun with Meowth. The entrance was empty, and the house seemed deserted. I walked down the halls, looking for some sign of life, when Mew popped into existence in front of me. Follow me, Miusha, it said, and laid its hand on my shoulder. It teleported again, taking me with it. We reappeared in an underground laboratory, one that I had never been in before. Mew led me though a sliding door, into another room filled with a complex machine and huge glass tubes filled with liquid. I gazed around the room in wonder, until I spotted my parents, seated at a large computer terminal. I went over to them, and they looked first at me, then at each other in apprehension.

Your father and I have been talking, My mother said. We've decided that the time has come for you to come of age.

We need to tell you about our past, My father continued for her, about "before." His eyes showed weariness I had never seen out of him.

"It's about time," I grumbled. I was accustomed to using my physical voice, having done so since birth. I would only use telepathy when I needed silent communication or to convey deep emotions through words.

My father bowed his head, and clasped hands with my mother. They then each laid a hand on my head. They began to project images into my mind; they would do this when words proved too much for them.

I appeared in yet another lab, but I seemed to be surrounded by liquid and glass. There were excited murmurings going on around me.

This was the first thing I saw, my father told me. I was not born, as you and Meowth were. I was created by human scientists. I was meant to be an ultimate weapon of destruction, the most powerful pokemon on earth.

You're a pokemon? I asked him.

It's hard to believe, I know, but yes. Or at least in the eyes of the humans. To them, anything that isn't a human is a pokemon. At least we can differentiate ourselves from ordinary pokemon. But in any case, I was cloned from Mew, the very one who has been living with us since your conception. Apparently the poor thing lost an eyebrow somewhere in the rainforest, and the human researchers happened to find it 500 years later, fossilized.

They brought it back to civilization, he continued, and many people set to work decoding the genetics found in the eyebrow. Then a rich man, named Giovanni, came upon the project and hired the best scientists he could find. He then agreed to fund the entire cloning project, on two conditions: That the scientists would use the Mew genes to create the most powerful pokemon on earth. And that the result would belong to him.

So, the scientists worked diligently, happy to have a chance to work on the most groundbreaking project in history. They made many clones, and spliced their genes with many different creatures, even including some from Giovanni himself. The end result, after many failures, was me. I am Mewtwo, or the second Mew, though I look nothing like it. I was grown in this test tube, he said, indicating the giant tube of liquid the eyes were seeing, in a period of two months. The scientists were able to speed the growing process in the lab, which was a good thing, because Giovanni was a very impatient man.

Unfortunately for the scientists, however, they didn't count on my personality upon awakening. When I awoke, I broke out of the tube, discovered the scientists' plans to use me as an experimentation subject, and promptly destroyed them and their research facility. My father made the scenes change around me, to show me what had happened. He continued this as he told the story.

It was there, amidst the flames and ruins that Giovanni came to me. He offered to teach me to control my powers, and offered me partnership. So I agreed to go with him, and he took me back to a human city, where he had a facility that was a cover for his heinous crime syndicate. Once there, he locked me into armor that restrained my powers and limited my freedom. He ran me through endless battles, and even though I won every single one, he still tortured me at the end of every day. I winced as I felt his pain.

He had promised me partnership and instead threw me into cruelty and slavery. He said that I was a pokemon, created by humans to obey humans. He said I could never be his equal.

So I escaped. I fled from the city, shedding the armor as I flew. I should have burned down his building, as I had before, I don't know why I didn't. His people gave chase. They shielded themselves in technology, and hunted me down. I fought them off for as long as I could, but then… I don't know how it happened, but I teleported. I hadn't known how yet, but I did. I ended up here, where there were no humans. I came upon this building, and claimed it as my own. I lived here for five years without interruption.

And in the meantime, my mother chimed in, having been listening to the whole thing with us, Giovanni commissioned a second try at the project. That's how I came about. He called me Mewthree, even though I was essentially the same species as Mewtwo. I did not first awaken when I was created, however. I was in a trance-like state, absorbing my surroundings without having a sense of self. I was like a trained Growlithe. As it turned out, Giovanni was trying to prevent another escape incident, and the scientists had implanted a control chip in my brain.

I said nothing, too shocked to even comment on Giovanni's wickedness.

Then about five years after I escaped, my father continued, everything started to happen at once. I was discovered by a young human girl. She taught me that not all humans are as evil as Giovanni was. We became what you could call friends, but almost immediately after, she was informed of a dire piece of news. Her home city, which happened to be the city where Giovanni's building was, was under attack. With her help, I staged an attack on Giovanni's group. When she arrived in the city, carrying my army and me incognito, she was assaulted and killed by Giovanni's men. I went on from there, determined to finish what I had come for. When I advanced upon Giovanni's company, I caught sight of something I'd never thought I'd see.

Me, my mother stated. Giovanni was using my psychic powers to attack the cities and try to gain control of the world. I was helpless to stop him, still under control of the chip in my brain. That's where your father came in. He immediately disabled the chip, so I was free for the first time. He was the first thing I saw with free eyes.

The battle was quickly over from there, my father narrated. With your mother no longer under Giovanni's control, and his troops incapacitated, he was left as the helpless human he truly was. I overtook him easily. I transported all of us back here, where I held Giovanni for questioning, and eventually, execution.

You killed him?!? I was aghast at the thought.

I would have done much worse, he answered, had his memories not defended him. His pet Persian, then, came to live with me. It is now the father of the litter your Meowth came from. And Mewthree came as well, and became the mother of… you. It has now been about fifteen years since I was first created, and now you know our story.

He brought us out of our coma-like state. I awoke, only to find Mew curled up asleep on my head. I shook my head and Mew flew off, hurtling through the air. It made a quick pink bubble and bounced off the wall safely, then flew back and sat promptly on my head again. I sighed.

Looking at my parents, I realized how much this must have taken them to bring to light again. With small tears in the corners of my eyes, I swept the both of them into a hug. We embraced for a couple seconds, and Mew playfully hugged my ear. Annoyed, I reached up and brushed it off with my tail. Facing my parents again, my father looked as though he were about to speak again, but he was overcome with emotions and buried his head in my mother's shoulder.

She looked up and spoke for him. We're letting you go, she said, and I could hear her anxiousness in her telepathy. It's time for you to go see the world, you've been here your whole life, and it's time for you to see what else is out there. Mew will insure that you run into no trouble, but aside from that, you'll be on your own with just your pokemon.

As much as I hate the idea, my father added, You need to meet humans. You need to see what they are, and to try to coexist with them. Beware, though, most human adults are corrupted by greed, and cannot be trusted without further investigation. Trust your instincts, use your powers appropriately, and keep safe. Mew will see you off safely before returning to us, and should you ever need its assistance, you can call it through the Dreaming.

I was awestruck. I thanked my parents repeatedly, a strong feeling of apprehension settling over my stomach. As I set off to leave, my mother left me with some parting words.

Remember, we love you. But also remember to find love of your own. Good luck, and have fun!

And Mew and I flew off into the sunset.