Team Rocket47's Bestest Fanfic
Chapter 1: Abandoned Past
Story alternates point of view. Begins from Mewtwo's point of
view.
I walked though the bare snow covered forest. It was early
December and it was quite cold. The trees had all lost their
leaves and only the black twisted branches remained. I didn't
know what I was looking for but I still walked on.
Then I stopped, hesitant. Why was I out here? It made no sense.
It was freezing right now. The temperature was at 24 degrees
Fahrenheit. I could freeze out here!
The wind blew against my fur, as if urging me to continue.
Reluctantly I walked forward, not knowing whether to go by this
gut feeling I have or my common sense.
Switch point of views.
I didn't remember anything. Nothing at all. It was cold in the
forest and I was alone, walking only to keep myself from freezing
to death. Who was I? Where did I come from? Why was I all
alone?
The icy wind blew against my damp purple fur. It was so cold! If
I stopped walking the cold would consume me and take what
small life I had. My muscles ached from the cold and soreness of
walking. How long had I been walking? What was I?
It began to snow softly, covering my fur in a thin white coat. I
didn't know anything other than the cold. I knew that in it's
seeming white softness lurked the evil black of death. Again the
wind blew as if it was trying to kick me down into the snow and
to my death. I wrapped my small arms and my tail around me.
Why was I created? Did I have a family somewhere?
I kept walking, slowly dragging my feet on the ground. I was so
sleepy. Hungry too. But more sleepy. Slowly my eyelids began to
close. I could just rest my eyes a bit...
No! I couldn't rest my eyes! If I did then I would fall asleep and
that would be the end of me. But why bother living? I was all
alone. No one cared about me. But maybe, just maybe someone
out there did care for me. Someone who was waiting.
Switch back to Mewtwo's point of view.
It had begun to snow. Along with the wind the cold would have
any normal pokemon freeze to death. But not me. I was the world
strongest pokemon so I was barely effected by such harsh
weather. But the temperatures were still dropping. I would have
to leave this forest soon. But something was out there for me.
Something that would change the destiny of the world forever.
Switch point of view.
I couldn't go on much longer. It was still getting colder. I could
feel my own blood slowing it's circulation, my own heart
beginning to skip beats. I couldn't feel most parts of my body
anymore. It was so cold. I just couldn't keep going any longer.
But I just had to. Why?
Suddenly I tripped over a root of a tree that was concealed
beneath the snow. I feel onto the freezing snow. I tried to get up.
I couldn't! I couldn't move! Slowly I closed my eyes.
A word echoed in the back of my mind. Abandonment. I had
been abandoned by someone, somewhere. Somewhere that
someone was sitting, warm in front of a warm blazing fire,
laughing. Laughing at the small mew he had left in the forest to
die in the cold winter. The coldest winter it had been in years.
I felt my blood slowly freeze to a stop. My steady heartbeat
slowed even more. Icicles formed on my fur as the snow came
down more, pressing on my skin and causing it to freeze with the
cold. This was the end. I was going to die.
Switch to Mewtwo's point of view again.
I broke into a run. It was 9 degrees Fahrenheit and still dropping.
Something was seriously wrong. It shouldn't have been this cold.
Someone was trying to tell me something.
I stopped dead in my tracks. I bent down into the white snow and
picked up something small. It was a mew, frozen like a statue,
dead. I held it close to my chest, hoping that I wasn't to late. It's
body was like an ice cube as I held it. It didn't move.
It was what I had been looking for. And I was a damned fool for
hesitating before. Now this small creature, the mew, was gone. A
tear rolled down my cheek. Why? I didn't even know who it was
or anything about it, other then it was a light purple mew who I
was sure I had never seen before. It wasn't the mew I had battled
at New Island. No. This mew was smaller, with a far different fur
colour. But why was I still crying?
I held the mew against me, the tears being frozen before they
dropped. I didn't understand. I just held it, hoping that some way
it would live, and that I hadn't failed in my destiny to find it.
Switch to the mew's point of view.
Was I dead? My body was still cold but not as cold as when I
fell. I was slowly becoming warmer. But how? There was no way
I could still be alive. So I must have been dead. That was right. I
was dead.
Switch to Mewtwo's point of view.
It wasn't dead! It still had a heartbeat, though it was very faint.
So I wasn't too late after all. I kept hold of the small mew,
keeping it warm and protected from the cold wind.
I smiled. Then a sort of wonder came over me. Where did this
small mew come from? I looked down at the creature I held in
my arms. It was still so young. Who were it's family?
I noticed around it's neck was a dog tag necklace. A form of
identification possibly. With one hand I slowly turned it around
to read it, hoping to find a clue to who this mew was. The writing
on the tag read: Experiment # 9034
Female Mew Species
7345 602837
I didn't understand the bottom numbers, but I assumed that
wherever she came from, they used her number as her name. But
a number was no kind of name. Whoever created her must have
abandoned her for some reason or another. I'd have to raise her
myself, seeing that she probably wouldn't survive on her own. I
was glad to do the task. But I needed to give my new daughter a
name.
For the sake of simplicity I decided call her Joey. As I held her
slowly recovering body, she yawned and made me smile. I
looked around and noticed that slowly the weather was getting
warmer. It was at 28 degrees Fahrenheit now. The snow had also
stopped falling. I looked to the sky and noticed between a small
break in the clouds, a blue winged pokemon flying south. I
smiled and looked forward to a new day.
(c) Joey Oak March
2, 2001