Pokemon Fan Fiction
Double, Double Trouble
By: Gema J. Gall
Disclaimer: I'll own pokemon when I own Nintendo. But that doesn't
look like it is going to be happening in the future..... at all.
AN/ FF.N seems to be determined to make my life miserable. It is now deleting anything inside , if those even show up. So I had to change the telepathic communication symbol to {Talk}, which really bothers me. Grrrrrrrrr. And, as always, please read, review, and enjoy! (
Kanto League.....
The laboratory was shadowy and sterile. The faceless scientists worked in silence. This was the most critical time in their experiment. If they made one mistake, the creature in the glass tube would die before it even had a chance to live.
The creature was lost in its own mind. It had a violet tail that hung over its curled up form. Its ears were pointy, tapered, and stationary. Its neck seemed too thin to hold up its head. But a second neck connected the back of its head to the area between its shoulder blades. Its arms were across its chest, revealing two paws with three round fingers. Its legs were tight against its chest, and they seemed out of proportion to its body. Its triangular eyes slid open a few times, unknown to the observers.
A few air bubbled slipped up unmoving feline form. It had been kept in suspended animation until it had matured. Now was the day the scientists had decided for it to be 'born.' They worked in haste at their computers, not wanting anything to go wrong.
But, their creation had a mind of its own. The glass began to shatter, then it broke, sending liquid everywhere. For a moment it was silent. Everyone feared that something had gone terribly wrong and that the project had failed.
Then, their creation looked up at them with violet eyes, seeing the world for the first time. The bustling scientists paused, shocked at what they were seeing. Their own creation had just decided that it was its time to live. Finally, one scientist stepped forward.
"Quiet," he urged the others. "Let us hear its psychic powers."
{Psychic powers?} the creature asked back, telepathically. This further amazed the scientists.
"For years we have struggled to successfully clone a pokemon to prove our theories. But you are the first specimen to survive," continued the scientist. He had become the unofficial speaker of the group. "That is Mew, the rarest and most powerful pokemon in the world." He gestured to a picture of an ancient carving on the wall. "From its DNA we created you, Mewtwo."
{So, I am no more than a copy, nothing more than Mew's shadow?} Mewtwo asked. He had made no attempt to move yet. He simply sat, perplexing over the strange world he had awaken in.
"You are greater than Mew, enhanced by human ingenuity," answered the scientist.
{So I am nothing more than the end result of your experiment. What becomes of me now that your experiment is over?} Mewtwo asked. None of the scientists noted the fear in his question. They were still surprised he understood everything so fast.
"Our experiment isn't over yet. It is just beginning. Now the serious testing begins," answered the scientist. There was no hiding the excitement in his voice. As if on some invisible command the other scientists broke into congratulations and excited planning.
"We did it!"
"Congratulations."
"Radio Giovanni's helicopter, tell him what happened!"
"After all these years of work..."
"Great job."
"Is the new tank ready?"
"No, we'll have to get a cage."
"We succeeded."
Despite the bustle, no one seemed to care about the creature who was the source of their pride. He listened to their conversation, somewhere between shocked and terrified. His future seemed bleak in deed.
He lowered his head. Then he moved his hands up to the level of his eyes, seeing part of himself for the first time. His hands were knobby and mutated, hardly like the paws he remembered Mew having.
Remembered? No, that was not his life. The visions in his head were not his own. This laboratory was all that he had known. And these experiments were his future. His eyes narrowed as the scientists jabbered on, oblivious to the turmoil he felt inside, his building rage, or his forming plan.
The first blast of psychic power blew the floor into pieces. The scientists stopped in shock as several pipe burst open. Then, complete chaos ensued. The scientists began to panic. Their only thoughts became survival.
Machinery broke and the building was burning. One of the scientists hit a button and the air was filled with metal claws. They shoot straight towards Mewtwo, but he easily deflected and destroyed them.
The scientists were running for dear life as debris and smoke filled the room. But everywhere they turned there was fire. There was no way out, and the entire place was burning. They had completely forgotten about the pokemon who was dictating the fire. The one they had created, who now turned on them.
All but one, that is. He cringed in the corner furthest from the fire. The screams of his companions dying and of fire cracking filled the air. Then, the flames cleared to reveal Mewtwo, as he summoned his energy for one final assault.
"We dreamed of creating the world's strongest pokemon. And we succeeded," he said. Then the entire building went up in a burst of fire and psychic energies.
Smoke rose from the smoldering rubble. Only one creature was alive on that island lab. The rest had all been killed. The creation had turned on his creators. And now, the entire world had to deal with him.
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Johto League.....
"This has to work, it just has to," said one scientist.
"It'd better," snapped another. "Or else our funding gets cut."
"That wasn't what I meant," retorted the first.
"Quiet you two, we have to be careful that nothing goes wrong," a third scolded them. In the room were seven scientists total. It hardly seemed to matter that they were individuals. They all looked alike in their sterile lab coats, with the strange lighting falling on them
The room itself was simple. Only the necessary equipment was allowed. A large computer set up took up the better half of the center. Wired in front of this machinery was a single tube. The creature sleeping inside of it seemed to be lost in the shadows of the machines. Three other monitoring centers had been set up. At each center was two scientists. The seventh supervised the process.
Inside of the tube was a green creature that had never seen the world before. It had flowing green hair that went down to about the middle of its back. Two curly antenna wrapped around the sides of its head. The only distinguishing feature about the face were the two large eyes, that were still closed. Behind it sprouted two delicate gossamer wings, which curled around the entire body, almost like they were shielding the pokemon from the rest of the world. Its arms seemed a tad too long for the body. They ended into short hands, which looked like mittens, consisting of a big mitt and a thumb. The lowest part of its legs were a dark forest green, which faded into a pale pastel green around the neck. Its legs was muscular, but its knees seemed a tad knobby. The same could be said for its elbows. Several wires ran from various points on the pokemon's body.
The scientists monitored everything carefully. Pulse, blood pressure, and brain waves were normal.
It was a tense time. These scientists had been hired by the same people who created Mewtwo, to do the exact same thing. But how they had gone about that had been entirely different. The two groups had been competing for their financier's favor. If this failed, they lost. This was the point of no return.
"All signs are normal," reported one scientist. The lead scientist nodded.
With a deep breath he ordered them to continue, "Drain the tank."
"Draining tank," repeated one as she pressed the button. With a slight bubbling noise, the level of the liquid in the tank began to drop. First uncovering the head of the pokemon, then shoulders on down.
"Status," snapped the leader.
"All things are normal," they reported back.
"Proceed," he ordered.
The liquid had been completely drained from the tank, but the pokemon still had not moved.
"The specimen should be waking by now," muttered the very first speaker. "Doctor, we may be having problems."
"What is it?" he demanded.
"The pokemon should be coming around, but there has been no change," she reported. Then, one of the alarms began to flash.
"The pulse is dropping!" cried one.
"The brain waves are going erratic," reported another.
"Stability it!" ordered their leader.
"No improvement. Switching energy to life support," said another, while frantically working on the keyboard.
"It has gone into cardiac arrest!"
"Oh, dear lord no."
"This can't be happening."
"We won't lose it!"
"We have to get it out of there!" said the first speaker. She hit a button on her panel and the glass casing slid away, leaving the pokemon sprawled out, unconscious on the platform.
"What are you doing!?" demanded the leader.
She ignored him. She raced out from behind her console and raced to the pokemon. Showing why she truly earned her degree, she ripped several wires off, sending sparks everywhere. She then used these as a defibrillator. The pokemon convulsed at the sudden surge of energy that raced through its body.
"Try it again," urged the one at the heart monitor.
She did.
"Pulse is stabilizing."
"Its brain waves are returning to normal."
"It's breathing," said the first scientists, when she noticed the rise and fall of their creations heart. She brushed a sweaty piece of hair aside and watched in amazement.
"Everything has returned to normal," reported one.
"I think Celebitwo is going to make it," added another.
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Hoenn League.....
While Team Rocket was earning its reputation in the Johto, Kanto, and Orange Island Leagues, a new power was rising in the island league of Hoenn. This new gang was actually formed by dissenters from Team Rocket. Since these people knew Team Rocket's aspirations, they used their old background to create new trouble.
This new gang had no name yet, but it was determined to do one thing, beat Team Rocket at its own game. Many of their techniques were similar to their former gang, not just only techniques, but goals and methods too. One facet of this new gang was their desire to control the strongest pokemon around.
But, they knew about Team Rocket's ambitions to create the world's strongest pokemon. They didn't know how far Team Rocket had gotten, though. But Team Rocket wasn't the only gang with scientists.
The new gang began to focus on one legendary pokemon, Jirachi, who is said to have disappeared from the face of the planet centuries ago. Well, maybe Jirachi didn't completely disappear, because, through rigorous studying and searching, enough was found to study.
Granted, a few golden strands aren't much, but when someone is trying to revive an ancient legend, every little bit helps. Also, this wasn't the only thing the new gang was formulating. Maybe they would have been better off if they didn't diversify. But, they did, and rifts began to grow.
Disagreement came in about what pokemon to study, and what different methods to use. Two other legends, Kyogre and Groudon, proved to be the straw that broke the Camerupt's back. The new gang split into two parts. These two parts began to call themselves Team Aqua and Team Magma.
But, before they split, they attempted to clone a pokemon, just like Team Rocket had. They didn't have near the facilities or the knowledge, but that didn't stop them from trying.
Their lab was unique, it was the first to have windows. Their lab was clean and well lit, both with sun and florescent lighting. Their technical set up was well organized, too. The tank was in the middle, with several monitoring stations around it in a full circle. There was also a decent number of scientists. They may not have been the smartest, but they had worked hard, motivated out of sheer hatred for the rival gang.
The pokemon inside that case was far from thinking about revenge though. Its thoughts dwelt on flying, of blue skies and crystal waters, green trees and lovely flowers, on things that could be summed up in one word; freedom.
Unlike the previous cloning attempts, this tank horizontal and the pokemon sleeping inside was laying on its back. It was primarily sky blue. Its head was a slightly darker shade of blue. It had the large hat like anatomical part that Jirachi had. But, instead of the points being finished by short blue ribbons, the clone's ribbons were long and golden. They wrapped around it neck and stopped halfway down its back. A golden charm was embedded in the center of its chest. Its arms were long and they ended in dainty, too small paws. Around its waist was a ridge of longer, darker blue fur. Its thighs were thick, but its forelegs were narrow. Its feet were about the same as its paws, too narrow. All in all, the pokemon looked a little top heavy.
Images began to flash more rapidly in Jirachitwo's mind. (No one said they were good with name, in fact, quite the opposite is true, considering they hadn't even named themselves yet.) The scenes changed from beautiful sunsets to rolling ocean waves to majestic mountains. But, the sunsets became more and more dominating. The scenes became night. Jirachitwo began to drift deep and deeper off as darkness began to take it.
"Vital signs are dropping!" a voice rang out, panicking.
"Jirachitwo is becoming unstable," warned another.
"Then do something about it!" snapped a third, who was frantically typing on his keyboard.
The monitors continued to beep their alarm. But, that only succeeded in making the scientists even more panicky. The only one who wasn't effected by the noise was Jirachitwo. It was too far gone to notice anything.
But then, in a massive surge of energy, the pokemon's eyes flew open, only to shut again. The monitors began to beep everyone's worst fears; flatlined.
"We are going to lose it!"
"We have to do something!"
"Revive it!"
"Preparing for electro-surge." A bolt of electricity was sent through the tank, but it had no effect.
"Do it again!" Jirachitwo's body convulsed from it, but the low moaning machines only reaffirmed that they had failed.
"Increasing voltage." Jirachitwo was jolted with another surge, but this one was as futile as the last. The long beep continued, and everyone in the room was silent.
Finally, one voiced the truth, "We've lost it."
This incident was quickly forgotten in the rift which tore these scientists into Team Aqua and Team Magma. But, though forgotten, Jirachitwo would still have an impact on the pokemon world.
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AN/ I really wanted to start this fic, so I went out on a limb with Jirachi and Team Aqua/Magma. But many thanks to firewolf for helping with some of the blanks. And, as always, please read, review, and enjoy!)
Double, Double Trouble
By: Gema J. Gall
Disclaimer: I'll own pokemon when I own Nintendo. But that doesn't
look like it is going to be happening in the future..... at all.
AN/ FF.N seems to be determined to make my life miserable. It is now deleting anything inside , if those even show up. So I had to change the telepathic communication symbol to {Talk}, which really bothers me. Grrrrrrrrr. And, as always, please read, review, and enjoy! (
Kanto League.....
The laboratory was shadowy and sterile. The faceless scientists worked in silence. This was the most critical time in their experiment. If they made one mistake, the creature in the glass tube would die before it even had a chance to live.
The creature was lost in its own mind. It had a violet tail that hung over its curled up form. Its ears were pointy, tapered, and stationary. Its neck seemed too thin to hold up its head. But a second neck connected the back of its head to the area between its shoulder blades. Its arms were across its chest, revealing two paws with three round fingers. Its legs were tight against its chest, and they seemed out of proportion to its body. Its triangular eyes slid open a few times, unknown to the observers.
A few air bubbled slipped up unmoving feline form. It had been kept in suspended animation until it had matured. Now was the day the scientists had decided for it to be 'born.' They worked in haste at their computers, not wanting anything to go wrong.
But, their creation had a mind of its own. The glass began to shatter, then it broke, sending liquid everywhere. For a moment it was silent. Everyone feared that something had gone terribly wrong and that the project had failed.
Then, their creation looked up at them with violet eyes, seeing the world for the first time. The bustling scientists paused, shocked at what they were seeing. Their own creation had just decided that it was its time to live. Finally, one scientist stepped forward.
"Quiet," he urged the others. "Let us hear its psychic powers."
{Psychic powers?} the creature asked back, telepathically. This further amazed the scientists.
"For years we have struggled to successfully clone a pokemon to prove our theories. But you are the first specimen to survive," continued the scientist. He had become the unofficial speaker of the group. "That is Mew, the rarest and most powerful pokemon in the world." He gestured to a picture of an ancient carving on the wall. "From its DNA we created you, Mewtwo."
{So, I am no more than a copy, nothing more than Mew's shadow?} Mewtwo asked. He had made no attempt to move yet. He simply sat, perplexing over the strange world he had awaken in.
"You are greater than Mew, enhanced by human ingenuity," answered the scientist.
{So I am nothing more than the end result of your experiment. What becomes of me now that your experiment is over?} Mewtwo asked. None of the scientists noted the fear in his question. They were still surprised he understood everything so fast.
"Our experiment isn't over yet. It is just beginning. Now the serious testing begins," answered the scientist. There was no hiding the excitement in his voice. As if on some invisible command the other scientists broke into congratulations and excited planning.
"We did it!"
"Congratulations."
"Radio Giovanni's helicopter, tell him what happened!"
"After all these years of work..."
"Great job."
"Is the new tank ready?"
"No, we'll have to get a cage."
"We succeeded."
Despite the bustle, no one seemed to care about the creature who was the source of their pride. He listened to their conversation, somewhere between shocked and terrified. His future seemed bleak in deed.
He lowered his head. Then he moved his hands up to the level of his eyes, seeing part of himself for the first time. His hands were knobby and mutated, hardly like the paws he remembered Mew having.
Remembered? No, that was not his life. The visions in his head were not his own. This laboratory was all that he had known. And these experiments were his future. His eyes narrowed as the scientists jabbered on, oblivious to the turmoil he felt inside, his building rage, or his forming plan.
The first blast of psychic power blew the floor into pieces. The scientists stopped in shock as several pipe burst open. Then, complete chaos ensued. The scientists began to panic. Their only thoughts became survival.
Machinery broke and the building was burning. One of the scientists hit a button and the air was filled with metal claws. They shoot straight towards Mewtwo, but he easily deflected and destroyed them.
The scientists were running for dear life as debris and smoke filled the room. But everywhere they turned there was fire. There was no way out, and the entire place was burning. They had completely forgotten about the pokemon who was dictating the fire. The one they had created, who now turned on them.
All but one, that is. He cringed in the corner furthest from the fire. The screams of his companions dying and of fire cracking filled the air. Then, the flames cleared to reveal Mewtwo, as he summoned his energy for one final assault.
"We dreamed of creating the world's strongest pokemon. And we succeeded," he said. Then the entire building went up in a burst of fire and psychic energies.
Smoke rose from the smoldering rubble. Only one creature was alive on that island lab. The rest had all been killed. The creation had turned on his creators. And now, the entire world had to deal with him.
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Johto League.....
"This has to work, it just has to," said one scientist.
"It'd better," snapped another. "Or else our funding gets cut."
"That wasn't what I meant," retorted the first.
"Quiet you two, we have to be careful that nothing goes wrong," a third scolded them. In the room were seven scientists total. It hardly seemed to matter that they were individuals. They all looked alike in their sterile lab coats, with the strange lighting falling on them
The room itself was simple. Only the necessary equipment was allowed. A large computer set up took up the better half of the center. Wired in front of this machinery was a single tube. The creature sleeping inside of it seemed to be lost in the shadows of the machines. Three other monitoring centers had been set up. At each center was two scientists. The seventh supervised the process.
Inside of the tube was a green creature that had never seen the world before. It had flowing green hair that went down to about the middle of its back. Two curly antenna wrapped around the sides of its head. The only distinguishing feature about the face were the two large eyes, that were still closed. Behind it sprouted two delicate gossamer wings, which curled around the entire body, almost like they were shielding the pokemon from the rest of the world. Its arms seemed a tad too long for the body. They ended into short hands, which looked like mittens, consisting of a big mitt and a thumb. The lowest part of its legs were a dark forest green, which faded into a pale pastel green around the neck. Its legs was muscular, but its knees seemed a tad knobby. The same could be said for its elbows. Several wires ran from various points on the pokemon's body.
The scientists monitored everything carefully. Pulse, blood pressure, and brain waves were normal.
It was a tense time. These scientists had been hired by the same people who created Mewtwo, to do the exact same thing. But how they had gone about that had been entirely different. The two groups had been competing for their financier's favor. If this failed, they lost. This was the point of no return.
"All signs are normal," reported one scientist. The lead scientist nodded.
With a deep breath he ordered them to continue, "Drain the tank."
"Draining tank," repeated one as she pressed the button. With a slight bubbling noise, the level of the liquid in the tank began to drop. First uncovering the head of the pokemon, then shoulders on down.
"Status," snapped the leader.
"All things are normal," they reported back.
"Proceed," he ordered.
The liquid had been completely drained from the tank, but the pokemon still had not moved.
"The specimen should be waking by now," muttered the very first speaker. "Doctor, we may be having problems."
"What is it?" he demanded.
"The pokemon should be coming around, but there has been no change," she reported. Then, one of the alarms began to flash.
"The pulse is dropping!" cried one.
"The brain waves are going erratic," reported another.
"Stability it!" ordered their leader.
"No improvement. Switching energy to life support," said another, while frantically working on the keyboard.
"It has gone into cardiac arrest!"
"Oh, dear lord no."
"This can't be happening."
"We won't lose it!"
"We have to get it out of there!" said the first speaker. She hit a button on her panel and the glass casing slid away, leaving the pokemon sprawled out, unconscious on the platform.
"What are you doing!?" demanded the leader.
She ignored him. She raced out from behind her console and raced to the pokemon. Showing why she truly earned her degree, she ripped several wires off, sending sparks everywhere. She then used these as a defibrillator. The pokemon convulsed at the sudden surge of energy that raced through its body.
"Try it again," urged the one at the heart monitor.
She did.
"Pulse is stabilizing."
"Its brain waves are returning to normal."
"It's breathing," said the first scientists, when she noticed the rise and fall of their creations heart. She brushed a sweaty piece of hair aside and watched in amazement.
"Everything has returned to normal," reported one.
"I think Celebitwo is going to make it," added another.
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Hoenn League.....
While Team Rocket was earning its reputation in the Johto, Kanto, and Orange Island Leagues, a new power was rising in the island league of Hoenn. This new gang was actually formed by dissenters from Team Rocket. Since these people knew Team Rocket's aspirations, they used their old background to create new trouble.
This new gang had no name yet, but it was determined to do one thing, beat Team Rocket at its own game. Many of their techniques were similar to their former gang, not just only techniques, but goals and methods too. One facet of this new gang was their desire to control the strongest pokemon around.
But, they knew about Team Rocket's ambitions to create the world's strongest pokemon. They didn't know how far Team Rocket had gotten, though. But Team Rocket wasn't the only gang with scientists.
The new gang began to focus on one legendary pokemon, Jirachi, who is said to have disappeared from the face of the planet centuries ago. Well, maybe Jirachi didn't completely disappear, because, through rigorous studying and searching, enough was found to study.
Granted, a few golden strands aren't much, but when someone is trying to revive an ancient legend, every little bit helps. Also, this wasn't the only thing the new gang was formulating. Maybe they would have been better off if they didn't diversify. But, they did, and rifts began to grow.
Disagreement came in about what pokemon to study, and what different methods to use. Two other legends, Kyogre and Groudon, proved to be the straw that broke the Camerupt's back. The new gang split into two parts. These two parts began to call themselves Team Aqua and Team Magma.
But, before they split, they attempted to clone a pokemon, just like Team Rocket had. They didn't have near the facilities or the knowledge, but that didn't stop them from trying.
Their lab was unique, it was the first to have windows. Their lab was clean and well lit, both with sun and florescent lighting. Their technical set up was well organized, too. The tank was in the middle, with several monitoring stations around it in a full circle. There was also a decent number of scientists. They may not have been the smartest, but they had worked hard, motivated out of sheer hatred for the rival gang.
The pokemon inside that case was far from thinking about revenge though. Its thoughts dwelt on flying, of blue skies and crystal waters, green trees and lovely flowers, on things that could be summed up in one word; freedom.
Unlike the previous cloning attempts, this tank horizontal and the pokemon sleeping inside was laying on its back. It was primarily sky blue. Its head was a slightly darker shade of blue. It had the large hat like anatomical part that Jirachi had. But, instead of the points being finished by short blue ribbons, the clone's ribbons were long and golden. They wrapped around it neck and stopped halfway down its back. A golden charm was embedded in the center of its chest. Its arms were long and they ended in dainty, too small paws. Around its waist was a ridge of longer, darker blue fur. Its thighs were thick, but its forelegs were narrow. Its feet were about the same as its paws, too narrow. All in all, the pokemon looked a little top heavy.
Images began to flash more rapidly in Jirachitwo's mind. (No one said they were good with name, in fact, quite the opposite is true, considering they hadn't even named themselves yet.) The scenes changed from beautiful sunsets to rolling ocean waves to majestic mountains. But, the sunsets became more and more dominating. The scenes became night. Jirachitwo began to drift deep and deeper off as darkness began to take it.
"Vital signs are dropping!" a voice rang out, panicking.
"Jirachitwo is becoming unstable," warned another.
"Then do something about it!" snapped a third, who was frantically typing on his keyboard.
The monitors continued to beep their alarm. But, that only succeeded in making the scientists even more panicky. The only one who wasn't effected by the noise was Jirachitwo. It was too far gone to notice anything.
But then, in a massive surge of energy, the pokemon's eyes flew open, only to shut again. The monitors began to beep everyone's worst fears; flatlined.
"We are going to lose it!"
"We have to do something!"
"Revive it!"
"Preparing for electro-surge." A bolt of electricity was sent through the tank, but it had no effect.
"Do it again!" Jirachitwo's body convulsed from it, but the low moaning machines only reaffirmed that they had failed.
"Increasing voltage." Jirachitwo was jolted with another surge, but this one was as futile as the last. The long beep continued, and everyone in the room was silent.
Finally, one voiced the truth, "We've lost it."
This incident was quickly forgotten in the rift which tore these scientists into Team Aqua and Team Magma. But, though forgotten, Jirachitwo would still have an impact on the pokemon world.
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AN/ I really wanted to start this fic, so I went out on a limb with Jirachi and Team Aqua/Magma. But many thanks to firewolf for helping with some of the blanks. And, as always, please read, review, and enjoy!)