Kindness and Cruelty
Chapter 1.


Summary: MewTwo's POV on his life, his creation and how he was treated in the lab. Sort of a pre-quel to the Movie.



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Sleeping... waking... darkness... light.... silence.... sound...

All of these are jumbled and confused..they come crashing down on me like the waves of an ocean in a distant memory. Memories.. what memories? I strive to reach for those visions that tease my mind, struggling to grasp that one tid bit of fact that I know is in here somewhere. It simply moves away from my grasp.

Voices? A lot of voices.. echoing in my mind... and my ears.. through a thick liquid like state I can hear a voice.. no.. two.. maybe three? So hard.. so hard to focus.. why won’t my senses work?! Why can’t I focus... wake up? So hot... why is it so hot.. then cold.. it’s like being in the pits of hell one minute and then suddenly thrust into ice. Moving is like being dragged across a bed of glass. Focus!!! I feel the power within me struggling to get out.. lashing at the person who’s done this... here comes the darkness....

A soft mew jolts me from a dream or was it a memory? Was that me? No... it’s not possible.. I have no voice box.. they made me without one. They? Who were they.. white coats.. faces pressed against glass. Clipboards, hushed voices. The stench of too many bodies in one room for too long. Except for one body. A nice smell one who did not reek of sweat , onions , garlic or other scents my sensitive nose picks up. What was the scent... fresh rain evaporating in a humid place. Why can’t I remember?! Why do these memories tease me!!? Maybe I should focus on trying to make my head stop hurting. ... hurting... falling...

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“Good Morning MewTwo.” A bright smiling female greets me through the tank that is my birth place.. my ... prison. Her rather portly form is distorted by the glass I look through. “ I see you are awake. How are you feeling?”

<< How do you think I feel human? >> My telepathic voice is hard and cold my anger very apparent in the tone and inflections. << Perhaps you would like to trade places? You can float in this tank, having things stick out of you, unable to move? >>

She frowns at me, it annoys me the way humans do that. It makes them look like mankeys..especially this human female. She looks like a mankey without frowning. Her voice breaks me from my observation, its full of condescendance. “MewTwo. You know why your in there. It’s to keep you safe from your own abilities. We have no idea what the extent of your powers are. We already know your telepathy is amazing. Your reach and distance is far better than we expected."

<< woo hoo.I’m so happy that I can get one of you guys the Nobel prize. >> I look past her shoulder to see a man watching us. He is in a suit, a buisiness suit. Who is he? Why is he watching us so closely? I glance to see the Persian that sits loyally by his side. Pathetic creature, trailing after the human like a mewling grub. Looking back to the female I try to snort, but the liquid in the tank makes it difficult. << Look female, I will not remain in this tank forever. I will get out >>

It’s a weak threat, but one none the less. She looks at me with a sad smile, that mankey smile. “ MewTwo.. call me Dr.Nuemer, I have a name other than ‘female human’. Just like Dr.Usher, the man who comes to draw samples is not a ‘human male’ . Those are our genders. Not our names.” Turning away she moves over to the man in the suit and speaks quietly. I cannot hear their thoughts either. They have some sort of inhibitors on them. I find that rather annoying.

Turning away from Dr.Nuemer and the man, I notice that the nice smelling female is here. She spots me watching her, she smiles and gives me a small private wave; I twitch my tail in response. That is all I can do in this damn tank. My arms are pinned to my chest, my legs tucked underneath me. I hate it. The trapped feeling, my legs and arms cramp up to the point of waking me even during my drugged sleeps. I am only taken out maybe once, twice a week. Even then it is only for a few hours at a time. The nice smelling female, she is the one that works with me. She allows me to move about, working out the cramped muscles. Sometimes it hurts too much to move. But I do it for her.. something compells me to do it for her. Even if it means having my powers mostly blocked by drugs and inhibitors. Drugs that make me ill and unable to eat..

Today she is working on her reports. I can see her writing away at the small desk that sits near the machinery that reads my heart, oxygen, bloodflow levels and of course my brain waves. Constantly beeping, reading and ticking effortlessly away. So that these humans may obtain the knowledge they seek. For what.. I wish I knew.. She is writing away, I can almost hear her pen scratching the paper. I wish she was here to take me out, my legs hurt... and I want to breath oxygen not this liquid. The IV’s don't help either.

Sighing I watch her write her report until I feel the sleepiness steal over me again. The drugs.. the damn drugs they constantly insert into me. Why are they afraid??

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Hot... pain... fire.. can’t move... am I in a poke´ball? No.. I feel the air.. hot air.. am I home? The jungles? Water I can smell it. So thirsty..just a drink.. if I can just lift my head.. open my eyes , but .... I can’t move..hurts to move.. no.. no more darkness..

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I am finally allowed to be outside. I was given a “treat” today. Emily calls them Cheetos. Dr.Emily Stranton, that is the females name that exercises me. She got permission from the suit man and the head scientist to take me to a caged courtyard. She brought me outside and let me walk the cramps off. I think she knows how much the tank pains me.

“MewTwo, you know Dr. Krandle says that you are progressing nicely. Your learning to control your powers better. “ She pulls out an orange bag with an odd looking creature on the front. “ Dr.Krandle says that you have behaved as well. You don’t know how much your cooperation helps us MewTwo” Pulling open the bag she give me her smile. A smile I like to think she only gives to me. “The man funding this project has put a lot of money and effort to make sure you remain alive and healthy. BUT, for today I’ve been allowed to give you a treat! “ Smiling brightly she hands me the odd looking tidbit. Cautiously I take the chip, not wanting to touch her skin for some reason. Popping the food in my mouth I stagger back a bit and shake my head at the taste.

<< What is this? It has.. a lot of flavor... >> Chewing on the chip, my taste buds become accustomed to the taste. I find myself warming up to the food quickly. I reach to take more. I’m suddenly stopped as I see the man in the suit.

“Doctor Stranton!! What do you think you are doing with the subject?! “ The man with the Persian strides over to Emily and grabs the bag from her, crushing the food inside and throwing it away. “ What did I tell you about his diet?! He is on a strict regiment of vitamins, protiens and carbohydrates! You will NOT feed him this “ Points to the garbage can. “Crap! Don’t make me have to transfer you to another department miss Stranton!” The mans face is contorted in rage, I can sense his anger even with the inhibitors.

<< I asked her to bring them to me... >> I know that I’m looking at him in anger, I can feel something inside me stirring.. growling and wanting to strike. << I asked her to bring them to me.. I was curious .. I ... fed her the impression.. she did it without knowledge.. >> I glance at Emily hoping that she will remain quiet.

The man glowers at me. “How did you find out about human foods MewTwo? No one is allowed to bring that stuff into the lab. Must I see to it that Krandle places you into a more secluded tank?”

Clenching my jaw, to keep from lashing out I merely shake my head. << No, seclusion is not necassary. I’m sorry.. I... >> I know I will be punished by Krandle later. << Forgive me, Dr.Stranton for using your mind for my own reasons. >>

Emily and the man stare at me. Emily out of disbelief that I lied to cover her, and the man out of anger and frustration. “See that it doesnt happen again MewTwo; you are too valuable to be thrown away like the rest.” Without another word he walks away. I wait until he is gone from the institute before turning to Emily.

<< The rest? >>

A sigh, I hate it when she sighs. It means she’s disappointed or angry. “ Don’t worry about it MewTwo. He’s just a jerk who thinks he can control humans and poke´mon alike.” She waves her slender hand in the air as if to wave off the frustration and anger. “Giavanni, is the one funding this project.. he’s the one who’s paying for your... staying here.”

I can tell she’s avoiding the issue, but I let it go. I know that it’s time to return to the tank and I take my time walking back to the lab. I know I am making Emily frustrated but I dont want to go back. Not yet. She walks just a little ahead of me, trusting me enough to follow and not run off. She is the only one, the other Doctors or scientists use a leash type object, as if afraid I’m going to run off and start spraying the walls. We’re here, the lab, my home. She opens the door to let me in. I somewhat reluctantly go into the large room.

It makes me smile to see the look on their faces as I walk by them. Behind Emily. They part for me and her as if afraid. I know they are afraid, what they are afraid of. They have very good reason to fear... very good reason. Dr.Usher looks me up and down carefully to make sure I’m not hurt before inserting the IV’s once more; giving me a thorough check up, looking into my eyes, nose, ears and mouth. I smirk slightly seeing the scars on his hands the from the first time he jerked my mouth open and tried to press the flat wooden stick on my tongue.

<< I’m alive Dr.Usher.. cease with the examination.>> I fight the urge to bite him again. I chuckle mentally as I notice that he jerks his hand away from my mouth. << Dr.Stranton makes sure I do not harm myself while exercising. Give her credit. >>

Dr.Usher looks at me with a cruel gleam in his eyes. The 38 year old physician lightly slaps my arm. I glare at him. “Not today big guy.. today you are getting the complete exam. You have Dr.Stranton to thank for that.” He winks over at the seven or eight other physicians that are watching me closely. “After what happened today we get to run the whole gauntlet of tests.”

Emily looks infuriated. I know she is; I can see it in her expression and body language. Not to mention I smell it coming off her in waves. “Dan, that isn’t necassary. He’s fine! God, do you have to do that? It’s like your punishing him.”

“Take it up with Giovanni Emmy. He’s the one who ordered his “pet project” here get the whole scope of tests. Blood, brain, oxygen, electrodes, response and such. Says you got busted feeding Sylvester here Cheetos.” Dr.Usher looks rather pleased with himself. I on the other hand do all I can do from jerking his spine out telekinetically through his back.

Instead I look at Emily. << Sylvester? >> She merely shakes her head not responding. << Are the tests necassary? I am fine. >> The statement is cold and final. << I think if you have managed to keep me this long, that I wil not go anywhere for a while yet. >> I thump my tail on the cold steril steel floor, it echoes dully in the room. << The tests are painful. >> That was the first and last time I ever admitted to that. Admitted to feeling pain.

Dr.Usher looks up at me with a cold look in his eye. "Tough; you've not exactly been painless for the rest of us. Now be a good kitty and go get your leash" He points to the rope inhibitor haning on the wall.

<< No >> Crossing my arms I stand and glower at him. I can feel my powers sluggishly stirring. The familiar crackle of energy. << I will not wear the leash >>

Ushers smirk turns to a look of anger. "Do as I say MewTwo or you to three weeks without exercise with yer precious Dr.Stranton."

"Dammit Dan!! You know what that would do to his muscles if he went three weeks without exercise?! They could weaken and possibly atrophy! Giavanni will be pissed if we lose another!! We can't afford it!" Emily's voice is angry and it cracks. I find myself watching the two like one would watch a tennis match. Emily is quite upset, and when she gets upset, I find myself responding. With my mind I pick up the leash off the wall. As it hovers in front of Usher he reaches for it. Just as he goes to grab it, I drop it.

"Ha ha, funny MewTwo, your a regulare freakin comedian of the poke´mon world. Right next to Meowth." Grumbling Dan Usher picks up the leash and promptly snaps it to a collar around my neck. Grabbing the IV lines he jerks them as well dragging me forward. I try to yelp but I can't.

<< That hurts!! >> I pull back instictively but it only succeeds in making the IV's pull on my veins. Suddenly I find myself thrashing in panic at the pain. Lashing out I fling trays with my mind, trying to get away. In the distance I hear sirens and doors slamming shut with a finality of the gates of hell. I pull away from Ushers grasp and back towards the holding tank.

Emily watches this with a scared look in her eyes. She knows what's going to happen. As well as I do. "MewTwo, calm down. Please.. dont make them use force. It will only make things worse." Her voice is calm and reasonable, I find myself responding to it... too late.

Suddenly I'm slammed with volts of electricity. My body arcs and shudders as my feet and tail were touching metal. Curtains of black fall in front of my eyes. The last thing I see before I pass out is Usher holding the large punishing device in his hand. The setting almost as high as it will go. The last sound I hear is Emily screaming.

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End Chapter 1.

Disclaimer: MewTwo nor Giavanni belong to me.. if they did I wouldn't be writing on a crappy Macitosh and living with my mom. *grins* The doctors in this story however belong to me and no one else. No pokemon were hurt during the making of this story, well except for pikachu, but that's only cause I accidently sat on him during one of my brainstorms.. he's okay tho...

Please send comments or suggestions to :: kala_jl524@hotmail.com .... be kind, this is my first fan fiction involving pokemon and am stabbing in the dark on this one.

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