{My First} The Experiment {Pokemon Fic}

[Binkatong]

I'm really big into writing, so I decided to make a Pokemon Fanfic. To bad I only have a vauge idea of where this is going... But at least I have some idea. xD

Don't expect me to post a character log right away, or at all for that matter. I may, if I have the impulse.

 

So, here's the chapters so far:

 

[spoiler=Prologue]

October 16, 2009

 

"Let, me, go!" I growled, kicking and flailing around in the men's arms. The held strong, not even flinching when my tiny foot hit their leg. "Mommy!" I screamed. "Daddy! Brother! Help!" But it was futile. The men tightened their grip and began walking, holding me several feet above the ground.

 

I was scared, confused. Why were they doing this? Did they want to hurt me? I cried out again, but one of the men shushed me. I ignored him and continued to wail.

 

Parked right outside of the alley was a big white truck that looked like the ones mailmen drive. They opened the back and forcefully tossed me inside, slamming it shut before I could begin to scramble. I did anyway, tripping over my shaking feet until I feel on my knees right in front of the hatch. I banged on it with petite fists, sobbing. Mommy said I was too adorable for anyone to hate me. But why do these people hate me?

 

I heard muttering from behind the door. Stifling my sobs to slight sniffles, I put my ear to the door and listened.

 

"I'm not sure if this will actually work," one of them pointed out in a gruff, low voice. "Using a human mind might just increase chances of rebellion."

 

"Ah, but that's the genius of taking a small child," another one, his voice higher and squeaker. "With our technology, we could easily block the entire memory of a seven year old child. This child is only about five. That gives us time to nurture her, which will be the only memories she'll have, and she will follow us like a lapdog."

 

"Oh, I get it. Come on, let's get her to the lab before she does anything drastic."

 

I turned around and leaned against the wall, whimpering. This wasn't good. Even though my young mind couldn't process most of that, that plan didn't sound very nice.

 

The truck began shaking as the junky engine started, making me slide down the wall onto my backside. I tucked in my knees and put my head down, crying my heart out.

 

Somehow I knew that I would never see my family again.

 

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 1]

June 8, 2011

 

It's kind of hard to believe that I had my memory wiped.

 

Someone let it slip a year ago. As far I as I was concerned at the time, I was raised by Mr. Hobbs. Then again, I was only 6, so I wasn't concerned about much. I was playing with my favorite Sunflora doll when Megan (she's another scientist- I'm on a first name basis with most of them) pulled me into the bathroom and broke it to me.

 

Apparently I was born in some city in Kanto and raised by my Mom and Dad, both expert coordinators. Then, when I was five, I had wandered into a dark alley and was captured by some other scientists (who were later fired for their harsh methods) who brought me here. All of the memories I have of growing up here with the scientists are all lies.

And, personally, I don't really care.

 

I'm not one of those orphans who just mopes around all day wishing that they could see their parents again. I mean, it's hard to miss someone you don't even remember. Besides, I already have enough parental figures in my life- another pair would be worthless. Then again, they are my blood relatives.

 

Okay, I'll admit- I do miss them every once in a while, but usually forget it in minutes. I have a very mild case of ADHD, but Mr. Hobbs says that he'll fix it when I'm old enough to get a lobotomy, which was the 9th. And that's tomorrow.

 

So, the 8th started out like any other day of that week- I woke up, grabbed Silvia, put her on my lap, and started thinking about the upcoming surgery.

 

"Silvia, do you think it's going to hurt?" I asked for the millionth time. The Glameow simply looked up at me and purred. She closed her eyes as I stroked her back.

 

"Yeah, I know, there aren't any pain receptors in your brain, but isn't getting your skull split open painful?"

 

We locked eyes, and there was a long moment of silence. Well, except for her purring, but that was becoming white noise.

 

"You know, you're about as helpful as a Metapod right now," I told her. She yawned, obviously not understanding my insult. If she had, I'd have been shredded to ribbons.

 

The intercom turned on, filling the room with "Everyone, please report to the dining hall for breakfast. Thank you."

 

I pushed Silvia off of my lap, making her hiss in complaint. I sprinted down the stairs and through the hallway, took two lefts and a right, and about five minutes later I was in the dining hall. It took me three more minutes just to find Dad.

 

"Hello, Maia," he greeted, pulling out a chair for me.

 

"Hi Dad," I replied, sitting down.

 

"Here," he pulled a lemon poppy seed muffin out of a small paper bag on his lap. My favorite. "It was the last one. I hope you like it."

 

"Wow, thanks!" I exclaimed, grabbing the golden pastry and taking a huge bite out of it. A sweet, slightly lemony taste spread over my tongue. Swallowing, I realized how much a treat this was. I raised an eyebrow.

 

"Alright, what did you do this time?" I asked. Mr. Hobbes was infamous for making crazy mistakes.

 

"Well, it turns out that your lobotomy isn't tomorrow," he admitted. "It's today."

 

I nearly dropped my muffin. "Say what?"

 

"You've got to be in the genetics main lab by nine o' clock this morning or you've never get rid of your ADHD," he explained. I squirmed in my seat. Today was supposed to be the day I enjoy my hyperactivity while it lasts. You know, do what I've always wanted to do before I don't want to do it anymore. But apparently not.

 

"Crud," I swore, putting my muffin down. The thought of getting my head sliced open before I was ready sure didn't add to my appetite.

 

"Come on, Maia, you've been waiting for this for so long!" he said. "It won't hurt. They numb the whole area that they cut so you can't feel it. Sure, it's a bit sore afterwards, but you'll be fine."

 

"Do you promise that they won't do anything uncalled for?" I asked. "I've heard some stories about mind control chips."

 

"Don't worry, we're only getting rid of your ADHD," he assured. "You have an hour before you have to stop eating. I suggest you fill up now."

 

"Right," I stood up. "Be right back."

~~~

 

I slumped down on the bed, my stomach full and my head swirling. This is usually what I do all day- sit around my room and think. The only other kid in the headquarters is Amanda, and she's twice as old as me. And you have to admit, it's not very fun hanging around a 14 year old who can't stop talking about 'cosmetics,' as she calls them. I think she just means makeup. Maybe I should go try some on...

 

I shook my head. My mind was starting to wander again. And when my mind wanders, I start making bad impulsive decisions. Ah, what the heck, I thought. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts. So I sat down, foot tapping, letting my mind go crazy and thinking what it wanted to think.

The whole experience was quite entertaining. I think one time I started thinking about how cool a burmy shaped ice pop would be, but I don't remember. Anyway, I ended up lying there for the whole hour before the surgery. Nice way to spend my last day of insanity.

 

"Maia, come on!" Dad interrupted my train of thought. "We need to get going!"

 

I let out an exasperated sigh. Well, so much for doing that ever again. "Coming!"

 

I jumped down the stairs two at a time, anxious after lying still for so long. Together we walked through the halls, saying hello to people we knew and ignoring the ones we didn't. That's just how it works here.

 

You see, I'm not exactly sure where here is. I've never left the headquarters, as most people call it. They kept it all top secret and kept me in the main areas, pushing me away from most of the labs and research rooms. All I know is that they're called Team Rocket. Like that helped much.

 

I've never actually tried to find out where the headquarters is located. Nor have I tried to learn about my parents, or find out anything about my real self, or even what Team Rocket is doing. They don't tell me, and it's for a reason. Learn what you need to learn and ignore what you need to ignore, that's my philosophy.

 

After only two minutes I was wandering through unknown territory, holding onto Dad's hand to keep myself from taking a wrong turn. The halls looked about the same- dull metal walls with Team Rocket logos printed on almost every wall- but the fact that they were so big scared me out of my wits. It seemed like every time we turned a corner, my surroundings became more and more alien. I squeezed his hand tighter and moved onward.

 

"Don't worry, we're almost there," he said softly, patting my head. I gazed pitifully up into his eyes. Almost every feature on his face reminded me of myself; his cool blue eyes, his slightly hooked nose, his strong chin, even his thin eyebrows. The only difference I could notice was his hair, which was dirty brown rather than my strawberry blonde. Sometimes I couldn't believe he wasn't my blood father.

 

"Here we are," he announced, stopping in front of a white door with a brown plaque that read 'Genetics Lab 032'. Of course- this was where my dad worked. I sighed with relief, feeling the weight of my worry lifting. My dad would never let them hurt me.

 

He opened the door for me and I wandered into the room, taking in my surroundings. The walls were covered with closely packed charts and graphs, all labeled with words I couldn't even begin to understand.

 

There were multiple computers on every desk, and I swear, there were enough desks to cover the floor of my room plus. There was a laid back chair, almost like a hospital bed, oddly placed in the middle of the room. That was probably where I was going to get my surgery. Then again, there may be a separate room for that based on how much these kind of things are done here.

 

Almost everyone I know has gotten some kind of brain surgery here, even my dad. They call it a memory booster, and it's supposed to clear out unwanted and unneeded junk from your memory. Of course, since I don't have any memory before the age of six, I probably won't need one. I'm just there for the mental disability cure.

 

"Why hello, Maia," a gray-haired professor greeted, lifting himself from his revolving chair with great effort. "I'm Dr. Charles, but you can call me Joey."

 

"Hello, Joey," I replied. I sized him up- shaky hands, wrinkled face, and that old person smell. Not exactly the person I want messing with my brain. "Are you the one doing the lobotomy?"

 

"Oh, goodness no," he laughed. "I'm much too old. But, I will have to give you your shot."

 

"Shot?"

 

"Yes, the shot. It numbs your skull so you don't feel a thing," he explained. "Now, just lie down on that chair and hold out your hand.

 

"This may hurt a bit." I followed his orders, bracing myself. He took out a short needle and stuck it into my vein.

 

Now, I'm known for a lot of things, and a high pain tolerance isn't one of them. The second the thin needle pierced the skin, I screeched and kicked my feet up and down. But I managed to keep my hand still. After a couple of painful seconds, he gently pulled the needle out and put a band-aid on my wrist.

 

"Nighty night," he cooed, slamming the needle down on the desk.

 

"What?" I shouted, struggling to get up. The injection must have done something to my muscles. After a few seconds they failed altogether, causing me to crash down on the chair at an odd angle. My vision blurred, distorting the unfamiliar room around me. I could still make out the face of Dr. Charles smiling menacingly down at me.

 

"Don't worry," he said, his voice fuzzy and distant in my ringing ears.

 

"You'll wake up in a week. But until then," he leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, but I was too numb to feel it. "Sleep tight."

 

Then, everything in my body failed at the same time, and I drifted into oblivion.

 

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 2]

June 15, 2011

 

And then, after what felt like only a second, I was conscious again. My whole body was numb and none of my muscles were responding, but I was awake.

 

Oh no, don't tell me, I thought. If I was awake, then I would be conscious of what ever they were doing to me. And, even though I couldn't feel a thing then, I may be able to later. And that meant a whole lot of pain. I needed to open my eyes, move my hand, do something that told them I was awake again.

 

I focused completely on my eyes. The lids felt heavy and stiff over my eyes. I pulled as hard as I could, trying to force the lids up. Finally, after minutes of tugging, they squinted open slightly. Now I could at least use one of my senses.

 

I was in a completely different room, filled with gigantic computer screens and pieces of strange equipment. There were at least twenty people there, all monitoring data with bland, serious faces. To the far left was a man watching what looked like a heart rate that definitely caught my eye.

 

It was Dad.

 

I wanted to tilt my head in confusion. What was he doing? I stared at him, my mind focused on him for a whole minute. I didn't wander off once. Wow, I guess they did get rid of it.

 

A bubble of air floated up in front of my face. Where did that come from? The world did seem at little out of focus, but I thought it was just the injection. I was really floating in some kind of clear liquid.

 

Finally, one of the geneticists noticed that I was awake.

 

He cried something out, making the other scientists turn their heads. They all jumped up and crowded around me, like they expected me to do a back flip or something. I just glared at them, numb as ever.

 

One of them pressed a button, spewing a stream of red particles into the tank. I closed my eyes as I was engulfed in crimson. A second later, my entire body was alive and in pain.

 

I screeched, filling my lungs with the liquid as I inhaled. I kicked out, expecting to stub my toe on the glass tube. But my foot blasted through it, forming a huge hole in the side. I recoiled and the liquid rushed out in a powerful stream. Soon my feet touched the ground and

I doubled over, still howling as the wetness burned my skin.

 

The scientists had backed away, causally moving behind the closest tables to my tank. One of them hadn't done it fast enough, however, and had gotten his leg soaked and was screaming almost as loud as I was. Serves him right. I couldn't help but smirk a little.

 

"Now Maia, that's no way to treat your superiors," a familiar voice scolded. I glared over my shoulder. Dr. Charles.

 

"You-"

 

"Nuh-uh," he cut me off light-heartedly. He pointed to my left. "Hopefully that will answer your questions."

 

I turned my heavy head to the side and noticed a huge screen jutting out of the wall. And what was on that screen was the most devastating thing I've ever seen. Me.

 

I couldn't decide whether what I saw was grotesque or beautiful.

My entire body was twisted into a horrible, curvy shape. My head was completely warped, with a short round muzzle and two small, hornlike bumps, all framed by an aqua frill that half circled my face. My eyes had a baby like, almost anime quality to them, and had been greatly enlarged and brightened into a deep sky blue. And all of my body was covered with pale lime skin, sleek and completely flawless. But the oddest part was the tail- bright neon green, thick and as long as my body, and tipped with a sharp talon-like stinger.

 

But then there were my shoulders. Jutting out of both of them were five huge sheets of what looked like spring green metal, all separated and unfurled like spread wings.

 

I looked away from the screen, closing my eyes. This was just too creepy to be real. What did they do? Did they mutate me or something?

 

I looked down at hands, now three fingered prongs with purple tipped claws at the end. Did they turn me into some kind of pokemon?

 

"Do you like it?" he asked. If I had teeth, I would have bared them.

 

"We made it especially for you," he continued. He reached out and touched my tail lightly. "Green is your favorite color, is it not?"

 

"What did you do to me?" I demanded, ignoring his last question.

 

"Oh, we merely transferred your brain to this new body," he explained, paying no heed to my rage. "We have spent years upon years of our lives creating this body just for you. Perfectly shaped, just to your liking. And not only that, but it is equipped with the most amazing functions."

 

"Like what," I growled.

 

"You are now entirely constructed of artificial cells, each able to fully heal itself when damaged. Every inch of your body is full of a paralyzing poison that you can emit from your skin and claws. Your skin deflects almost any kind of attack. You're infused with strips of DNA from several legendary pokemon, giving you all their strengths but none of their weaknesses. Your attacks are ten times stronger than Mew and Mewtwo combined. You are invincible. You are Mewthree."

 

Mew? Mewtwo? Legendary pokemon? She'd never heard of any of those.

Then again, she only knew about thirty or so pokemon and heard the names of about thirty more. But whatever they were, they sounded powerful.

 

What he just said was starting to sink in. Super-healing, poison, power beyond my wildest dreams. They really did make me invincible. After several minutes of shocked silence, I scanned the room again. And there he was; my dad, standing behind several others in hope of going unnoticed.

 

"You," I barked, trudging over to him. The others parted as I approached, leaving him exposed and defenseless. "How could you let them? You said that they wouldn't do anything I didn't want them to do!"

 

"Please understand, Maia," he pleaded, "this is necessary. We need you. Without you, all of our plans will fail!"

 

I widened my eyes curiously. "What plans?"

 

"Millions of pokemon are injured every day by trainers trying to level up their own pokemon. Team Rocket is trying to stop this before it gets out of hand. We've set up hundreds of preserves across the world where wild pokemon can live safely. We're in the process of building training gyms where trainers can level up pokemon without hurting others. We need you to help us gather the pokemon and herd them into the preserves."

 

"Maybe if you told me that earlier, I would have agreed," I retorted. "But you didn't, so I don't. I'm out of here."

 

I lashed out my tail, clearing the men in front of me, and bolted for the door as fast as my elongated feet could carry me. Which was, sadly, not very fast. I hobbled down the long hallways, trying to follow the course me and my dad took when I was normal. The scientists were pursuing me, but I lashed out at them and hissed whenever they got to close. They brought guns, but the bullets ricocheted off my skin. They brought nets, but I ripped them to shreds with my claws in seconds. They brought pokemon, but I shrugged them off as easily as the bullets.

 

Somehow the fact that they made me too good didn't make me feel much better.

 

I burst though the door to the lounge in a fit of blinding rage, shoving and slicing any innocent grunt that was unlucky enough to stand in my way. Then, for the first time in my life, I headed for the one place I've only dreamed of going.

 

The exit.

 

After tossing the security guard against the wall, I pushed open the steel door. The new sensations were almost overwhelming- the fresh air, the cool breeze, the sunshine. The magic of this outside world washed away my anger, leaving room for new emotions. Confusion, fear, sadness...

 

I stumbled out the door and away from it all, crying my heart out.

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 3]

May 4, 2014

 

"Eight, two, three, three," I chanted the code as I pressed the buttons for the millionth time in my life. What used to be the most exciting and risky thing in my life was already becoming momentous. I entered the last few digits, hit the enter key, and let the door unlatch itself. I pulled the door open lightly, watching for any sign of life. If I saw any, I'd just punch it and throw it into the woods.

 

After robbing the same grocery store hundreds of times over a few years, all off your ethical doubts about it disappear. Besides, it's not like anyone would ever buy something from here if it wasn't for the publicity I brought. Thanks to the skin and venom samples I leave behind every once and a while, reporters flock to this place like Combee to honey trees. And how do I know this?

 

They haven't changed the security code yet.

 

"Let's see here," I muttered, working my way over to the fruit section without thinking. I knew this place like the back of my hand. "I'm craving Pecha." I picked one of the pink berries up as I passed, tossing it a few times until I saw the sticker.

 

"Well what do you know, it's on sale. They can sacrifice this."

 

"Meow?"

 

I glanced down at my feet, and there was Silvia. A day after my episode with Team Rocket a few years back, I went back to the base to apologize and compromise and found her sitting out in the woods. Apparently they had thrown her out when I left, which virtually killed off any chance of a truce. I took her and ran as far away as possible. She's been by my side since.

 

Anyway, in her mouth was a fresh Razz berry.

 

"Why not?" I said, patting her on the head. "You can get it."

 

"Glam glameow," she mewed, walking off in the direction of the bakery. Wait, the bakery! I giggled at my forgetfulness and followed her. Another minute and we were there, examining the fine cakes and pies. I picked out a small pink one smelling of Cheri and lemon.

 

"Happy birthday to me," I congratulated myself, taking another whiff. I couldn't wait to get home and stuff my face.

 

Curiously, Silvia reached her head out and sniffed it, only to recoil in disgust. She yowled in complaint.

 

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, I'll get you something else. How about a muffin?" She nodded understandingly as I reached into a bin and tosses her an Oran muffin.

 

I gestured to her, walking towards the exit with an amount of grace that I could never stride with two years ago. "Come on, let's go.” We made a beeline for the door, carrying our bounty in our arms and jaws. We were just about to make a break for it when I remembered something important. “You still have the note, don't you?" I asked. Silvia held up her right paw. Attached to it was a folded piece of dirty paper.

 

"Great," I whispered, unraveling the string that held it on. I unfolded it, just to make sure all of it was still there. It all was. I read it over again, admiring my handiwork. (Okay, I admit- it was chicken scratch worthy of a two-year-old. Laugh all you want. But while you’re at it, try writing with a three fingered prong for a hand.)

 

Thanks for the cake.

~The Birthday Girl

 

And, in a pouch at the bottom (really just the bottom of the paper folded up) sat a 1000 Poke bill. I've got to pay them sometime, right?

 

That's how it works here. They supply me with food, and I supply them with customers and 1000 poke on my birthday. Aren't mutual relationships wonderful?

After that, we speed out the door (don't worry; I reactivated the security first) and into the nearby woods. Five minutes of dodging the same old sticks and stones in the dark later, we were right outside the mouth of a huge cave. I could see it clear as day. I have to admit, being a mutant had its perks. Like night vision improvements.

 

I flicked my tail and we wandered in, tossing our food into the corner and adding to the large pile of supplies. We both flopped down against the wall, exhausted.

 

Alright, I'll admit something. Today wasn't actually my birthday. But it would be in two hours. And it's no use being whipped out on your own special day, so sleeping seemed logical, and much needed. So I curled into a tight ball on the cold cave floor, waiting for sleep to take me. Fifteen minutes later, still no luck.

 

"Hey, Silvia, you awake?" I whispered.

 

"Glam," she mewed back tiredly, not even raising her head.

 

"You know, if I was still human, I could be a trainer tomorrow," I realized. Not getting any of the privileges of normal people- one more reason to add to the list of why I hate Team Rocket.

 

Silvia, in return, was silent. I guess she wasn't too thrilled about another pokemon coming into her life.

 

"Not like I want to be a trainer," I argued. "I mean, who wants to go around with a pokemon sleeping in the woods every night?"

 

She turned her head and raised an eyebrow at me. I wanted to slap myself.

 

"Look, I didn't pick this situation for us," I replied in a weak attempt to bounce back.

"I'd rather be in a house with a family, but you don't always get what you want."

 

Silvia yawned and tucked in her head, most likely deciding to ignore me. Following her example, I tossed over and closed my eyes. I had totally lied about the training thing- I wouldn't give a second thought is someone told me I could be a trainer. Me and Silvia, out on the road, catching pokemon and interacting with real people for once. We wouldn't have to steal for food, because we could pay for it with the money we get from battling. We could catch more pokemon and train it to beat every pokemon it comes up against.

 

Man, that would be awesome

 

But wait- why couldn't I be a trainer? Because some powerless humans thought I was weird? Because Team Rocket would find me again and try to capture me?

Because my body wasn't human? My looks don't matter, as long as I'm human in my heart and soul. They didn't have the right to discriminate me because of a frill or a pair of weird wing thingies. There was nothing stopping me from becoming a trainer!

 

With those rebellious thoughts burned into my brain, I drifted off to sleep.

 

~~~

 

I awoke to a paw to my face.

 

My eyes shot open and crossed, staring at furry gray foot pressed against my nose. Silvia.

 

"Uh, Silvia, what are you doing?" I moaned, pushing her paw off my face. She stumbled off my chest and scrambled as she hit the ground, filling the cave with the sound of claws on stone. I rolled my fuzzy head to the side. Every hair on the Glameow's body was on end, and she was hissing and spitting in panic like she just saw a Haunter.

 

"Jeez, what is your problem?" I grunted, reaching out to pat her. She hesitantly nipped my finger and recoiled as soon as my hand touched her. I rolled my eyes and picked her up, hardly noticing when her claws met my skin. Three years after the tube, and I'm still numb to most pain. Thank goodness I'm invincible.

 

I patted her head, making her calm down a bit. "Look, you can show me what's freaking you out so much, and I'll get rid of it. Okay?"

 

"Glameow," she sighed, giving in. She slipped through my arms and landed gracefully, then dashing out of the cave away in the general direction of Pallet Town. Was there some kind of danger in Viridian? Either that, or it was in Pallet. I followed her out into the trees, constantly tripping over rocks, twigs, and my own two feet. Even in your own territory, trailing a running cat-thing through a mess of trees isn't the easiest thing in the world. You've got to give me credit just for keeping up.

 

After what felt like hours of scrambling after Silvia, she stopped at the edge of a clearing and darted into a bush. I peered in, and what I saw made me want to give Silvia a punch in the muzzle.

 

A trainer.

 

What the heck was he doing out here? This was no place for pokemon training. By the amount we ran, I estimated we were at least a mile from the nearest route. Only desperate idiots leave the routes. I guess the guy was a desperate idiot. By the way he was talking to his Luxio, you'd think he was training a show Growlith to sit or something. Strangely enough, it was listening and shooting huge streams of lighting into the forest. I was surprised that the forest wasn't on fire by then.

Then Silvia made the biggest mistake in both of our lives- she snapped a twig. And the trainer noticed.

 

I gasped and pressed myself against a tree, tucking my tail in, laying my frill down, doing anything to make myself smaller. He turned around, confused.

 

"Who's there?" he shouted. The Luxio paused mid-spark and sniffed the air.

 

"Um, I suggest you leave," I said, trying to disguise my voice as much as possible.

 

"It's not very safe here. The pokemon here are vicious."

 

"Well, why don't you come out and prove it!" he retorted angrily.

 

"Um, I'd rather not," I replied, trying to think of an excuse.

 

"Why not?"

 

"Bad hair day."

"I've been out in the woods for days training. Do I think I care if someone had messy hair?"

 

"Well, I care." Yet another flat out lie. How can I care about my hair if I don't even have any?

 

"If you're not coming out, I'm not leaving," the boy shouted stubbornly, sitting down on a burnt log. (The only reason I could see his was peripheral vision- thank you Team Rocket.) We were silent for a while, just sitting and hiding for minutes on end, when Silvia decided to give him an idea.

 

She jumped out of the bush, growling and hissing like a tire being emptied of air. His face lit up, and he took out a pokeball. From the looks of it, he was aiming to catch her.

 

"Wait a second, that's my Glameow!" I cried, my temper getting the better of me. It took all of my dwindling self control to keep from jumping out and punching him in the face.

 

"Hey, I've got an idea! What if we battle?" he proposed. "If I win, you come out. If you win, I leave."

 

"Deal," I agreed.

 

"Three on three, winner takes all."

 

"One on one, or no deal," I said.

 

"Why?"

 

I shrugged. "I've only got one pokemon," I admitted.

 

"Alright, just one pokemon," he sighed. "I pick Luxio."

 

"Well, my choice is obvious," I chuckled nervously. The mutated freak's having her first pokemon battle on her tenth birthday- who would've thought? "You ready, Silvia?"

 

"Glam glameow!"

 

"Luxio, Thunderbolt!" he commanded. A thin stream of electricity flew off Luxio's fur.

 

"Silvia, dodge and Fury Swipes!"

 

Silvia hopped a few feet in the air, landing gracefully on all four paws. Even though this is my first real battle, we've had to fight of other pokemon enough to raise her to at least level 30. She lunged forward, slicing at the Luxio with sharp-tipped claws. It stumbled back, badly injured. Just what I was aiming for.

 

Desperate, the boy cried out another command. "Toxic!"

 

"What?!?"

 

By the time the words escaped my lips, Luxio was barfing up purple acid like a sick baby, with Silvia right in the line of fire. In seconds she was coated in the stuff, screeching as the toxins burned her skin. But all I could do was stand there and grimace as the attack did its work. It was such a gruesome sight, even I didn't want to look. Several long, guilty minutes later, it stopped. Silvia was down.

 

"Yes!" the boy screamed. "Now you have to come out."

 

He was right. I did have to come out. Then I could punch his face in and hopefully give him amnesia. Or give him some poison, to make him think it was a dream. Either way, he would forget this. I would make sure of that.

 

Sighing, I slowly stepped out into the clearing.

 

 

 

[spoiler=Chapter 4]

May 5, 2014

 

The look on his face was priceless.

 

His skin had gone so pale, he looked like a ghost type. His face was frozen in an expression of complete and total terror, his eyes wide, his jaw hanging open. Just to give him a little extra jolt, I spread out my wings and frill again and half hissed, half giggled. Apparently he only heard the hiss.

 

"B-back off," he warned, backing away himself. "Or... Or..."

 

"You'll send your Luxio on me?" I chortled. "Look, kid, do you seriously think your little second stage could take me out?"

 

"I'm gonna catch you!" he threatened, taking out an empty pokeball. Yeah, right.

I sighed. "None of this is real," I lied, "it's just one big dream. I'm not real, that Luxio isn't real, even this forest isn't real. It's just an illusion made by your own mind. Now," I held out a claw and inched forward. "If you could stand still for a second, I can give you a tiny poke and it'll all be over..."

 

I was really planning to knock him out and put him back in the city so he really thought it was a dream, but was I going to tell him that? No way.

 

"J-just get away from me!" he screamed, blindly throwing the pokeball right at me. Just in time, I leaned back and instinctually knocked it out of air. If I were a normal pokemon, just hitting the ball would have activated it, but I'm not a normal pokemon. Instead, the second my hand made contact, it exploded into tiny shards of metal and flew off in all directions. Several ricocheted off my skin, but the boy wasn't as lucky. An especially thin and sharp piece grazed his arm, opening a short but deep cut where it hit. His shirt sleeve was already turning darker with blood. He winced and pressed his palm against the wound.

 

"This isn't a dream," he growled, realizing what was going on. "This hurts. It can't be a dream. You just want to kill me!"

 

"I don't want to kill you!" I yelled angrily. I hate it when people jump to conclusions.

 

"I was just going to knock you out. But now you're really going to get it!" I lunged at him, blinded by rage, and swung my tail right at him. But it didn't hit the boy- it hit a tree. My tail crashed straight through its thick trunk and sent it plummeting down right at him.

 

And the next thing I knew, I was crouching over the boy, bracing myself for impact. The tree hit my back with an ear-splitting crack, bursting into large splinters and landing all around me. I didn’t feel a thing.

 

Why did I do that? Why was I trying to save him? I was aiming to kill him seconds earlier. I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His eyes were wide with shock, and he looked worse than when he first saw me. This must be one bad day for him. I guess I felt sorry for him. When you think about it, he was perfectly right to freak out and throw stuff at me. I was a freak, and no situation would change that.

 

“Look, I’m sorry,” I sighed, getting up. “About the cut, and assaulting you, and everything. I’m just not used to people anymore.”

 

Amazingly enough, his scowl turned into a straight face. I think that’s a good sign. “What are you, anyway? Some kind of Abra Skorupi thing?”

 

I rolled my eyes. “Yes, I’m a radioactive mutant Abskropi.”

 

Silence.

 

“I’m kidding.”

 

He continued to stare at me blankly. What happened to all those people with senses of humor?

 

“Okay, really, what are you?” he asked again.

 

“I’m a ten year old girl who was subject to cruel scientific experimentation,” I explained solemnly. “My name’s Maia,” I added.

 

“Oh,” he said, letting it sink in. Hopefully he wouldn’t run for his life at this point.

 

“I’m Tim.”

 

“Well then, Tim, let’s make a deal. You stop throwing pokeballs at me, and I’ll stop trying to crush you with trees.” I held out my hand, retracting my claws as much as I could. “Deal?”

 

He smiled nervously and grasped my hand in his. “Deal.”

 

~~~

 

“You’re serious?”

 

“Yep.”

 

“Wow,” he sighed, deep in thought. “That’s hard to imagine.”

 

“Not like I care much,” I explained. “It’s hard to miss your parents if you don’t even remember them. So, I don’t even care.”

 

He raised an eyebrow. “But aren’t you curious? Why have you been spending all these years in a cave when you could be traveling around Kanto, looking for your family?”

 

“Because I’m not the type to get curious about these things,” I replied. “As I always say, ignorance is bliss. You’d probably be a whole lot happier right now if you didn’t know I was here.” I adjusted Silvia a bit, whose limp body was beginning to slide of my shoulder, even with the wings.

 

He stayed quiet for a second, processing that. “Okay, you’re right. I probably would be a bit happier.”

 

“And that makes me feel so much better,” I retorted, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Being so loved makes me feel and warm and fuzzy inside.”

 

“Alright, alright, I’m sorry,” he said. “I keep forgetting that there’s a human under all that pokemon.”

 

“I do too, sometimes,” I admitted. “If I wasn’t so angry at the people who did this to me, I probably would’ve gone feral by now.”

 

It went on like that for a while, just us making small talk. And I managed to squeeze a good deal of info out of him. His name was Tim Flores, he was 12 years old, he was a seasoned pokemon trainer, and had 5 gym badges. He had a Luxio, a Breloom, and a Swalot in his party at the moment, and he had stopped by his house to rest up and train a bit on the routes. And he liked buttermilk waffles.

Even though I was totally absorbed in the conversation, I instinctively halted right before we came into visual distance to anyone outside the forest. He kept walking for a second, turned around, and gestured for me to come.

 

“Um, hello, I’m a mutant pokething!” I reminded him snidely, flexing my wings and claws for emphasis.

 

“Oh. Right.”

 

“I’m going home. If you need me, I’ll be in a cave next to that big boulder we passed.” Hopefully he’d never need me. Ever.

 

He tilted his head in confusion. "We passed a boulder?"

 

I groaned and slapped my forehead. Man, this guy was slow! "Yes, we did. About three minutes back. It's big, gray, has black stripes and looks like a jelly bean. You stubbed you toe against it."

 

"Oh, that boulder!" he recalled. "I knew that."

 

"Well, Tim, if you ever need someone to move something big, you know who to call. Bye." And that was it. Without even waiting for him to say goodbye, I turned around and strode off into the forest. Tomorrow, I would pack my things, heal up Silvia and go. I didn't trust that human keeping her secret as far as I can throw him. A lot shorter, actually, since I can throw him pretty far.

 

~~~

 

“Maia.”

 

My eyes shot open to find that I was in the middle of a nightmare. Not like I expected much less. Sleeping in a dank cave with a half-dead Glameow after your secret almost got out doesn’t give you sweet dreams. I did my tried-and-true routine wake up- I closed my eyes, pursed my lips together painfully, and lifted my eyelids again. I groaned.

 

Either I was starting to have prophetic dreams, or I wasn’t dreaming in the first place. It ended up being the latter.

 

“Hey,” I yawned, trying to sound like I wasn’t at all surprised or pissed. Which I was.

 

“Come on,” he whispered, pulling me up unwillingly by the arm. I yelped and stumbled when he let go, almost smashing my face into the ground. Why did he want me to come?

 

“Okay,” I automatically agreed. Apparently my critical mind hadn’t had a chance to wake up yet. He smiled triumphantly and walked off into the forest, me following him close behind. We walked for several minutes, me almost blacking out half the time, until I could keep my head up long enough to look around. No trees. No undergrowth. Just grass and a whole lot of houses.

 

That was it. I was going to kill him.

 

“Keep moving!” he whispered, dragging me along the arm. I was stunned to do anything about it. What if people saw me? What if Team Rocket found me? I was becoming more afraid than angry.

 

As I was trying to regain my composure, he stopped on the porch of a large house and released my arm. And I didn’t do anything about it. He was already ringing the doorbell. He shouted, “Mom! I’m home! And I brought someone I want you to meet!”

 

That’s when my instincts kicked in. He grasped and squeezed my arm, but I pulled it out and hissed. I didn’t even have time to turn tail and run before the door creaked open. And there was his mom, staring horrified at me.

 

 

[Binkatong]

Chapter 1 is up.

[Binkatong]

Bump?

[Shradow]

This is good, though you said, "in some city in Kento". Do you mean Kanto? And Sunflora is one word. Other than that and other spelling mistakes I ignored, it's really good. When I saw "Team Rocket", that explained a lot.

[Binkatong]

Thanks. I thought I fixed the Sunflora thing... Stupid spell check. =/

I'll fix it.

[Binkatong]

Chapter 2 is finally up!

[Chaos Impact™]

no offence i see no evidence of a pokemon battle anywhere i've heard the odd one but this doesn't give the pokemon essence i wanted

[Shradow]

Mewthree... Awesome... Is there ever going to be a real Mewthree, in yet another spin off?

[Toxic-skull]

whoa really cool fan fic can't wait untill ch3. ^_^

[.:Abarai Renji:.]

poor girl....Having your brain transferred into a pokémon must be really painful...

[Shradow]

Not really, she had anesthics, or something.

[Binkatong]

Chapter 3 is coming soon, hopefully. I just have to change my Dana's batteries and then I can work again... I wrote the first 5th of it at Home Depot. 0_o I kept hitting my head against a metal bar there...

[Shradow]

I found an amv that I think kinda fits with what you have so far. (just 1 number off) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R-mJ1x_21SE

 

Keep up the good work!

[Mago Arcano de los Aesir]

Great Fan Fic, im actually looking forward to chapter 3 and, is mewthree the same as this mewthree, as I have seen this mewthree twice on google images.

[Freeshooter]

AWESOME FANFIC

[Καsτοr]

Wicked Stuff, dude. Creepy too.

 

I await chapter 3.

[Shradow]

So far, this is the most realistic picture of Mewthree I've seen. Looks kinda like Mewtwo fused with Nights.

[Godot]

Wow, Nice Fic. After reading this yesterday I had an odd dream...I became a Mudkip.....lol....:O

[Binkatong]

Yeah, you've got to love the frills. ^_^

 

And, I'm going to post this on another forum, so if you see this anywhere else, I posted it. Don't flame me for stealing from... me...

 

And, I'm going to name the chapters from now on. I still lol at chapter 4's. xD

[Godot]

Cool....Is chapter 3 ready yet??

[Binkatong]

Sorry I haven't been on the past few days- my internet router broke or something. But now it's fixed, and I'm happy. Chapter 3 is up (it was really finished on Saturday).

[Big Bad Pennar]

Holy Freaking Crap, I wonder whats going to be Next O_O 9/10

[Godot]

Chapter 3 is Awsome!!..I wonder if the Pokemon Trainer captures her or something..

[dcardmaker]

Great fanfic!

[Shradow]

Awesome, keep up the good work! I'm curious, is the trainer a trainer from the tv series, or is he just someone you made up? Well, I guess I'll find out in Chapter 4, but I'm an impatient person...