The Legacy of Mewtwo

Prologue

Giovanni looked at his scientists' creation in despair. The nerve of these people! He had quite specifically requested a massive dragon with an obviously unnecessary number of spikes, claws, and other vicious fighting tools, but what had they given him? A freak! This thing looked like some mouse/dog/human and it was freaking purple! He had requested black and yellow(after his favorite song) but noooooo, they just had to make it purple. And it was a psychic Pokémon. Giovanni hated psychic Pokémon with all his heart, although that was just because no matter how many times he had tried, he just couldn't beat Will of the Elite Four.

Suddenly, the freak stirred.

Chapter One

(which follows a ridiculously short prologue, and should probably be part of the prologue, but who cares about that anyway?)

Mewtwo hated Mondays. And that was kind of odd because it was Friday, and he had been created just two days ago. But he was reasonably sure that Monday was a bad day. He shifted, and then winced as he felt a bunch of sharp objects sticking into him in places where the sun don't shine. He looked around, only to see nothing but orange goo and a bunch of wires connected to him.

"He's moving! Oh mah Arceus, we actually did it! I never thought we'd actually be able to make something!" Came a high-pitched squeal. Mewtwo looked around crossly to see where the ear-splitting noise was coming from. A quick look around the room revealed an odd shaped blur-oh wait, everything was blurred through the glass cylinder. He stopped though, at the sound of another voice.

"You guys suck. I told you to create a super dragon with a pointless amount of spikes, claws, and other vicious fighting tools, but no, you just had to make the mouse/dog/human freak that doesn't look like it could hurt a fly. I mean, I had such high hopes for this pro…"

The voice trailed off as Mewtwo chose this moment to figure out how to use his powers. Unfortunately, he couldn't use them very well. Where he had just wanted to teleport out of there, he ended up blasting the cylinder and the goo around him to pieces. All the sharp needles were blown away in the psychic explosion. A bit surprised at the effect, he looked around, mouth opened to give out an apology, when for some reason there was another explosion. This one flattened the lab and made a nice sized crater in the island. An onlooker might have seen two figures flying away towards the mainland, along with a Persian.

Mewtwo frowned as he looked around him. Okay, he thought, I definitely did not mean to do that. Oh well, it was too late now. The lab was scattered around him in pieces, and there was smoke all over. He shook his head again, and then he figured out how to teleport. This time he didn't fail.

Just outside of Littleroot Town, Hoenn

Mewtwo looked around him. For some reason, he knew where he was, but he had yet to figure out what the location meant. To the south of him, there appeared to be a village, where a crowd was gathered around a big white building. A man in a white suit not unlike those he had seen at the other lab opened the door. Mewtwo hissed under his breath. He had decided, it his confused mind, that white suits were what the enemy wore. So, still standing in plain sight, he glared furiously at the man.

A few minutes later, shorter humans started filing out of the building. Each held a shiny red and white sphere proudly, along with an assortment of other stuff that they couldn't find room for in their tiny backpacks. One specific one, a boy with what looked like white hair, charged out onto the path recklessly. Not watching where he was going, he slammed headfirst into Mewtwo. Both collapsed in a tangled heap on the ground. Not even saying sorry, the boy leapt up and was about to run on when he saw what he had crashed into. His eyes widened as he pulled out a pokedex, which somehow managed to pull out confidential files that only Team Rocket had possessed. Mewtwo, the DNA Pokémon. Mewtwo is a genetic mutation of the legendary Pokémon Mew. However, it's ridiculously powerful, so you better run for your life brat! Mewtwo took these words to heart, and charged off in the opposite direction.

Brenden stood there for a moment. "Ridiculously powerful? I'm gonna catch it! Go pokeball!" The kid threw the red and white sphere in his hand. "Go Torchic!" The ball hit Mewtwo in the head and sucked him in. It rolled around a bit before clicking shut. What the **** you actually caught it? Quick, let it go! This is a catastrophe that has never before occurred, except in every game of Pokémon. Wait, this is a game. Never mind. Brenden scratched his head. "I thought that was Torchic's ball. Wait, it only has one of them? The perverted comment passed right over the innocent ten-year-old's head. "Oh well," he said.

Brenden picked up the ball and went onward with his journey. Not two steps later, he got mugged by three men in blue clothes. The middle one, who was kind of fat, stepped forward and said, "We're Team Aqua, and our goal is to eliminate all fire Pokémon. You started with a Torchic, hand it over!"

"No way!" Brenden said as he threw out Torchic's pokeball. Torchic popped out with a friendly chirp. The three grunts rolled their eyes and tossed out their own Pokémon. In a relatively short amount of time, Torchic was lying face-down in a puddle of blood, surrounded by three massive Mightyena. Brenden said, "You may have beat Torchic, but you don't stand a chance against my next Pokémon!" He threw out Mewtwo's pokeball. The grunts looked puzzled.

"Whazzat?" The third one mumbled drunkenly. "This is Mewtwo, the genetically created, super powerful Mewtwo!"

"Never heard of it. Mightyena, crunch!" All at once, the Mightyena struck out with crunch attacks. A thoroughly bewildered Mewtwo yelped in pain as their powerful jaws closed around his arms and legs.

Brenden pulled out his pokedex again. I'm guessing you want to know Mewtwo's attacks right? Sighing, it pulled up a list on the screen. Well, not really a list, since it only had one move: Psychic Blast

"Cool! Mewtwo, use psychic blast!"

A pained Mewtwo could only obey, and it let loose another massive blast of psychic energy. While the Mightyena were unaffected by the psychic energy, the massive explosion that it caused ripped them free of Mewtwo's now thoroughly bloody arms and threw them across the clearing. Once the smoke cleared, the victor was clear: Mewtwo stood at the center of yet another crater in the ground. Unfortunately, the blast had also blown Brenden back a dozen feet. He sat up, his white hair smoking, and said, "That was wicked awesome!"

Mewtwo frowned as it crossed its now conveniently healed arms and looked critically at the ten-year old who was now his master. He couldn't help but wince when he noticed the obvious signs of idiocy on the boys face. The Pokémon sighed, he would just have to deal with it. He walked over to his trainer. The boy didn't seem to notice, instead he stared off into space, daydreaming of winning the Pokémon league with his new Pokémon. Mewtwo snapped his fingers in front of Brenden's eyes, bringing the boy back to life.

Brenden looked at the purple Pokémon. "C'mon," He said excitedly. "Onward to Odale Town."

Mewtwo followed his hyperactive trainer down the path. "Ummm, I think that goes back to where you just came from."

Brenden whirled back to the other direction. "I knew that! I'm going to pick up my best friend." And with that, the scatterbrained child turned back to Littleroot yet again. Mewtwo sighed and kept walking with him. There was one thing on his mind though:

This was going to be a very long journey.

A/N I'm writing this one alongside a very dark fic, so this is going to be very light and playful. I don't care what you think of it, so you're perfectly welcome to flame me.