TW Graphic description of violence, murder
There are some things that change. Quite a lot even. After all, the world keeps moving. It rotates slowly everyday and circuits every year. All the creatures who were fortunate enough to live there took part in that annual event, willingly or not. And so everything keeps moving, changing. Yet never returns.
This wretched truth seems even more obvious for the girl who observes how the Celadon City's lab is slowly consumed by fire. A few small leaks in the crate she was in let her observe the red glow which becomes more and more visible proportionally to the distance the truck passes. Thankfully the driver seems to be unaware of what's going on behind his back and just continues the journey forward. Even whistles something under his breath. Quite bizarre accompaniment to the nightmare that happened there.
Yet not only the whistling driver seems unfitting here. Basically he was the most ordinary part of that strange picture. The man was supposed to reach Pallet Town where a ship with smuggled goods waits. Then the sail will drift towards Alola. With stowaway, who wasn't a part of the plan. Yet this sounds like every other day in Team Rocket. Except the stowaway. And the conflagration in Celadon City's lab. And the fact sooner or later the victims of it will be found.
All in all, it doesn't seem ordinary at all. Or maybe it stopped being ordinary as the girl set the fire. Or even before, as she studied when supply delivery would arrive and started making this ridiculous plan. Or even erenow...
Four years ago
It was the natural order that people who do something great like to be praised. So do Team Rocket. Yet they were lucky owners of common sense and decided not to show their achievements immediately. After all, too many people would like to see their fall. And about half of them won't hesitate to make their fall real.
At the begining only Giovanni and a few people of the scientific team were convinced that their strange research will eventually bring some results. A fragment of Mew's genotype was found in the dense jungle. To specify - its eyelash. Naturally people will report such a finding, bring it to a museum, or research lab. But not Team Rocket. They use it. With it they create the most powerful creature that walk (or levitates) in this world. Mewtwo.
This discovery, or rather invention would make Team Rocket the most powerful organization in the underworld. Yet some time must pass. For now they were just a bunch of morons, pretending to be something better. And in order to prove this, they would like to show off. That's why they invited some guests and try to present what Mewtwo can do.
"You must be kidding." Even via telepathy the Pokemon's snort was easy to notice. "I'm not going to do that."
At this time Mewtwo was young. Unaware of the world around it, or the role that it has to fulfill. Not only as Team Rocket's Pokemon but also their invention. Living weapon. The villain.
"I-I just passed the orders." The young scientist said nervously, lowering his head.
Eventually the scientist just corrects his glasses and nervously leaves, followed by Mewtwo's careful gaze. The creature just observes how his hasty movements, wagging its tail. Such a reaction wasn't something new or unexpected. People tend to have such a ratty attitude. Yet only when talking to it. In every normal circumstance they behave differently. Talk lightly, laugh, enjoy the company of others of the same species. Surely they fear the boss, but he was the kind of person everyone was afraid of.
Mewtwo likes to observe them. Notice how they live. Behave. Such behaviour could be considered as creepy. Mostly because it was. Yet it couldn't help but feel curious how those creatures proceed. For example this scientist has a name. Josh. The scientist team doesn't consider him as a serious criminal. Josh tends to talk a lot. Socialize. Go out with friends. Addicted to caffeine. Just light-hearthed person. People like that don't live long in such demanding circumstances.
Eventually the creature sighs. Or rather let a telepatic sound that resembles sighing. It doesn't use its mouth, nor waste oxygen on talking. So it just stops and levitates down the stairs. It doesn't need a map of this place. Just glimpses of everyone's thoughts, that points what is were. Someone knows that if you follow the path, having the tubes on your right side, you'll reach the exit. Someone knows that at the crossroad, the road that leads to the boss' office is the left one. And someone else was aware that right now a prisoner was about to be brought to the boss' office. A prisoner Mewtwo has to kill.
"I'm not going to do that!" The door opens with a loud bang, caused by Mewtwo's telekinesis.
There were five people in total. Giovanni, the Team Rocket's boss, his three guests, and some tied man. The man Mewtwo was supposed to kill. In order to present Team Rocket's power.
A bunch of laughter followed Mewtwo's words. The creature manages to hear the foreign word 'reatrei' by its physical ears, while the mental senses understand the meaning of that. The one who retreat. The one who tries to deny its fate. But the one, whose effort was pointless. After all, soon learn its place and return.
At first Mewtwo doesn't comment on it. Just looks with corner of its eye at Giovanni The man also has nothing to say. Just supports his head on arm and with a half-hearted smile he's looking at the whole scene. Like he doesn't care at all what Mewtwo will or won't do. Yet the creature knows it's not true.
What is the truth is that criminals lacks of moral compass. But there were things that doesn't steam from the law. Like harming others. Or killing. And moral principles have to be followed to...
...To what? To get praised by others? To seem good or right? After all, even now people tremble at the very sight of the creature. Afraid it could harm them for every word. And despite its wish, Mewtwo won't become like them. It wasn't human. Or even humanish.
With such thought Mewtwo closes its eyes. See the beating heart in the chest of the tied man. Heart which wants to beat. Wants to live. And with a simple gesture Mewtwo crushes it down. But with that, it also crushes some of its own expectations. That maybe someday it could go out. Talk to someone who it could be call friends. Drink a coffe with.
Suddenly the laugh stops. Right now there were only four people in the room. And a corpse.
"I do not appreciate when someone laughs at me." A telepatical voice, simillar to whisper, could be heard.
Giovanni didn't smile in a half-hearted way anymore. Just laughs aloud as the three foreign guests fall on the ground. Lifeless. Leaving only one person in the room. And one monster.
"Good job." He said.
Like he has nothing else to say. Most likely he doesn't. It wasn't his hopes which were crushed down. It wasn't him who learnt that reality is... real. And in reality monsters shouldn't exist. That in reality monsters have to fight in order to survive. And not be stopped by their own hesitation. Not retreat. Like the creature who just leaves and rests in its lab's tube.
"I'd never retreat." Mewtwo growl telepatical.
Its voice somehow vibrates through the tube. Or maybe it was just presentiment.
"Have you said something?"
Mewtwo opens its eyes. Only to see that right above, at the metal bridge, there's a human. Lab coat, pair of glasses, curly hair. Caring nature. What was his name? Josh?
Or does it matter? He was just a scientist. Another human. Something Mewtwo would never become.
"Forget it." The creature replies.
Later, as it recalls this moment, Mewtwo realizes something out of the ordinary. It decides to say that aloud. Not make him forget by itself.