Different Path
Ah, it's been over a year since my last story. I've actually been working on this one since then, trying to perfect it. Well, this is what we've got.
I've decided to break my own rules with this one and used the first pokemon movie as a base. Instead of going down the road that the movie took, I decided to tilt it to my own means.
Let's see what happens, all right?
Just so you know, this is gonna be a big ol' gay fest. If it doesn't appeal to you, back off. It's also pretty long (15 pages according to my word proccessor).
So enjoy already!
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Flow
Written by Micah Weil (Lone Wolf)
The waves broke on the craggy shore, spraying water up into the air. It was a very unfriendly, very forbidding sire, one that tried to ward off anything that approached the island. It was rather fitting, considering what the island held. It was New Island, and it was to be the stage for an uprising of biblical proportions. Mewtwo was to destroy the world and repopulate it with cloned pokemon. It was where Ash was to die and be reborn.
The future for New Island was dark indeed. It was all set to go down soon. The rise and fall of New Island would happen tomorrow.
Then again, Fate never, ever played fair.
A little sea cave would be invaded by a solitary figure. Well, it wasn't exactly solitary. It was more like a Lapras, one with a passenger. It floated up to a small wooden dock that had been set up, where the passenger pulled himself up onto it and pulled a red and white ball from his belt. "That was great, Lapras. Thank you. You've earned a rest." A beam of red light shot out of the ball, striking the Lapras. It cried out happily before being sucked into the ball. It would be replaced on the young man's belt before he turned and walked up the dock.
His name was Scott. He was a pokemon trainer of little renown. Sure, he placed within the top 16 at the last pokemon league challenge, but he didn't flaunt it. He didn't flaunt his victories in everyone's face, either. This modesty was great, but only rivaled by the love for his pokemon. That was probably why he only made the top 16; he had surrendered before all his pokemon got overwhelmed. It was a truly unique approach to the game, one that would earn him the respect he had.
And that was what got him the invitation to New Island in the first place. It was delivered non-challantly; a dragonite had flown to him one day when he was training, handed him the invitation, and disappeared when the message played through. When he received the message, it said to be at New Island in 72 hours. Nobody had anticipated that he would only be a day away from the small port where the trainers were supposed to meet. Nobody had anticipated his impatience for this meeting, either.
Scott walked quietly up a small set of hewn stone stairs, a bit uneven but nothing he hadn't tackled before. He'd seen what he was in for from the dock. A huge set of double doors towered over him, producing not only a feeling of awe, but the feeling that he was smaller than he really was. He shook his head slowly, trying to get rid of the thought, before reaching for the door knocker and knocking three times. The sound of the heavy metal ring smashing against the door echoed through the cave, scattering a school of Magikarp that had chosen to gather where the Lapras once was. Nothing, not even breathing, could be heard for several moments afterwards. It felt like an eternity before a small door opened. Scott turned to see a young woman, dressed very conservatively approach him. She wore a long, dark dress and a hat that covered her head almost completely, revealing only her face. It was very nun-like, as was she as she approached him. "May I help you?" Scott didn't say a word, instead fishing out the invitation and handing it to her. She took it quietly, pressing a button on the thin card. A small image, one that looked just like her, appeared and spoke.
"The bearer of this invitation is permitted to enter New Island."
She looked at him, silent for a moment, before speaking. "You are two days early. Why have you come so soon?"
Scott smiled and spoke just as softly as he acted. "I was never one to wait for something so exciting. I was the first one to arrive at and the last one to leave the last Pokemon League Conference." Another few quiet moments passed before Scott spoke up again. "...I could always leave and come back in two days if that is what you want me to do."
"No...my Master has deemed that it is okay for you to be here. Come, I will take you inside."
Inside was absolutely brilliant. Everything seemed to be made of the same material - the walls, the floors, the furniture. Everything was polished to a very nice shine, and even that was overshadowed by the material itself. The multiple colors that seemed to be everywhere - soft reds and yellows, gentle greens and blues - all melted into one another. Scott smiled at this and looked at the young woman. "Your master has very refined tastes."
"Thank you." The young woman motioned over to a table, where glasses and food were waiting. "My master wishes that you enjoy this small meal he has provided for you. He also requests that you release all of your pokemon so they can enjoy themselves." She pointed at a fountain which poured forth a beautiful spray of water. "My master will be down shortly to meet you." He smiled and nodded. The woman bowed before walking out of the room.
"Well, you heard the lady," he pulled three pokeballs from his belt and tossed them. "Come out you three...it appears we've got a little break ahead of us."
This all played out on one of several television monitors from an unseen control room. The monitor flickered as the balls opened up, expelling their contents. The Lapras that he had riden to the island appeared first. She sang a soft song, happy to be free of her orb prison again. The other two were not like her. The first one to form was a large, hulking, greyish brute - a machoke. He stretched a little bit and scratched the back of his head. The second was nowhere near as big or bulky as the machoke. This one was smaller, wore a shirt and a pair of boxing gloves, and a sarcastic smirk on it's face. It was a hitmonchan.
The voice echoed not through the room, but in the mind of the female aide that had just walked in.
"It appears so, Master," she said gently. "He is here far too early. What should we do with him?"
Slowly, the Master rose from his seat. The tall figure, six feet tall, with bulky limbs and a small body, white in color except for the vibrant purple tail that started at his belly and trailed out behind him like a whip, turned to her. [I will handle him myself. It may be amusing]
The two fighting pokemon rested against the fountain, out of breath from having moved the Lapras into the fountain's waters. She splashed around happily, enjoying the cool, clean water against her skin. Scott smiled and approached the two, handing over a pair of opened lemonades. "I figured you two could use this," he said. Both pokemon took them and drank up. Scott sat down on the water's edge with them and smiled. "So what do you think he's like?"
The hitmonchan looked up at him and canted his head to the right. "Monchan?"
"You know, the guy who's holding this whole get together." The machoke shook his head and muttered something before taking another sip of his drink. "I know, but we can always wonder."
Human and pokemon alike looked in the direction where the voice was coming from. Scott quickly moved to his feet.
Scott looked at him hard. "...who...are you?"
[I am Mewtwo. I am the world's most powerful pokemon master...AND the world's most powerful pokemon] He watched with an evil smirk on his face as the human just stood there in fear (or so he assumed).
"I..." Before he could utter his response, his Machoke was on his feet. With a feral roar, he charged Mewtwo.
He raised his hand, his eye's glowing a bright shade of blue. The Machoke froze in place. His face twitched a little bit, before he was roughly thrown back. With a pained growl, the pokemon skid to a stop at it's master's feet. Scott quickly dropped down to check on his companion.
Scott looked up at Mewtwo. "What do you want?"
[I want to have a little fun before my guests arrive tomorrow] He started to float forward, approaching the group. His words were too much for the Hitmonchan to take. He charged at the psychic type, his fist crystalizing a shield of ice - an ice punch. He threw it just as he got close to Mewtwo. But something was in the way. He strained against the unseen barrier, trying desperately to connect with it, before he, too, was thrown against the floor, slamming right into the machoke. The psychic type's attention turned to the Lapras.
"Enough!" Scott got to his feet again, looking directly at Mewtwo. "Enough of this, Mewtwo. We are not going to fight you." He ignored the protests of his pokemon as he started to walk towards their assailant.
He frowned and held his hand out. The blast of psychic energy knocked Scott onto his back
"No...I'm not going to die." The human slowly pulled himself to his feet. "Not here...not today." He took a deep breath and started moving towards the pokemon again. "I will not allow it." Mewtwo growled and fired another sharp blast at the trainer. It connected, and it clearly hurt him, but he remained on his feet, and continued his advance.
[I said get down!] His eyes flared up, delivering another powerful blast to Scott. It was enough to get him to take a step back, but not to fall. Mewtwo held his arms out to his sides and leaned forward. An invisible sphere of energy formed, only noticeable because of the cracks in the floor it caused, expanded away from him. It collided with Scott, pushing him back without any ill effects. Even as it pushed him away, though, the human refused to back down, trying to press on despite the obvious and unstoppable roadblock.
Mewtwo was not pleased. The human refused to fight, but refused to back down. Even as the barrier sent Scott to his knees, he continued to fight, clawing desperately at the smooth floor to try to pull himself closer. What was this human thinking, he asked himself. Mewtwo let his mind wander, slowly slipping into the trainer's own. He began to probe, looking for an explanation to why he fought. What he got instead confused him.
The boy's mind was filled with thoughts and memories of his pokemon. They were all trivial, thinks like when he first received his Hitmonchan and when his machop evolved into the form that he had just sent flying. The contents were irrelevant. The fact that they almost dominated his mind was what had him. Slowly, the barrier retracted, allowing Scott to move closer.
"Why?" Scott looked up at him, and they met eyes. "Why?"
Mewtwo's tough demeanor wavered in favor of the inquisitor.
"Why do you hate us?" Scott pulled himself along the floor, pulling himself on his belly, closer and closer to him. "Why do you hate humans? Why do you hate your own kind?"
The barrier tensed a bit. His voice flared with anger.
"You are a pokemon, just like mine, Why do you hate them?"
The barrier waned again.
"Then why are you trying to destroy them?" Scott reached out, his hand reaching out to land on top of Mewtwo's foot. The barrier disappeared completely, leaving the confused psychic type looking down at the exhausted human. "Why?"
Mewtwo watched him silently. The boy had a point. Why did he hate them? He slowly picked him off the ground, a mental energy expended to pull him into the air and keep him upright. The energy field around Scott compressed a little bit, starting to crush him. The Machoke and Hitmonchan started to move closer. They were worried about their trainer. They would fight to protect him.
"STOP!" The words echoed through the hall, shocking all pokemon present. Scott, despite the energy holding him in place, despite the crushing force his system was going through, had forced the strength to turn around and look at his own pokemon. "I do not want you three getting hurt. Stand down." The machoke began to protest, but stopped when he saw the seriousness in his trainer's eyes.
Mewtwo was impressed by this act and released the crushing pressure.
He smiled a little bit. "I have every right to, don't I? You've threatened everyone's lives, attacked my pokemon, and you've attacked me. I should attack you, shouldn't I?"
"It's not my style." He smiled. "It's a last resort." He slumped a little bit as Mewtwo released his psychic grip on him, barely standing.
He chuckled. "If I honestly felt my life was in danger." His legs gave way, sending him falling forward. Mewtwo was there to catch him, looking down on him as he breathed heavily. The world went dark for Scott as the fatigue finally overcame him.
I've decided to break my own rules with this one and used the first pokemon movie as a base. Instead of going down the road that the movie took, I decided to tilt it to my own means.
Let's see what happens, all right?
Just so you know, this is gonna be a big ol' gay fest. If it doesn't appeal to you, back off. It's also pretty long (15 pages according to my word proccessor).
So enjoy already!
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Flow
Written by Micah Weil (Lone Wolf)
The waves broke on the craggy shore, spraying water up into the air. It was a very unfriendly, very forbidding sire, one that tried to ward off anything that approached the island. It was rather fitting, considering what the island held. It was New Island, and it was to be the stage for an uprising of biblical proportions. Mewtwo was to destroy the world and repopulate it with cloned pokemon. It was where Ash was to die and be reborn.
The future for New Island was dark indeed. It was all set to go down soon. The rise and fall of New Island would happen tomorrow.
Then again, Fate never, ever played fair.
A little sea cave would be invaded by a solitary figure. Well, it wasn't exactly solitary. It was more like a Lapras, one with a passenger. It floated up to a small wooden dock that had been set up, where the passenger pulled himself up onto it and pulled a red and white ball from his belt. "That was great, Lapras. Thank you. You've earned a rest." A beam of red light shot out of the ball, striking the Lapras. It cried out happily before being sucked into the ball. It would be replaced on the young man's belt before he turned and walked up the dock.
His name was Scott. He was a pokemon trainer of little renown. Sure, he placed within the top 16 at the last pokemon league challenge, but he didn't flaunt it. He didn't flaunt his victories in everyone's face, either. This modesty was great, but only rivaled by the love for his pokemon. That was probably why he only made the top 16; he had surrendered before all his pokemon got overwhelmed. It was a truly unique approach to the game, one that would earn him the respect he had.
And that was what got him the invitation to New Island in the first place. It was delivered non-challantly; a dragonite had flown to him one day when he was training, handed him the invitation, and disappeared when the message played through. When he received the message, it said to be at New Island in 72 hours. Nobody had anticipated that he would only be a day away from the small port where the trainers were supposed to meet. Nobody had anticipated his impatience for this meeting, either.
Scott walked quietly up a small set of hewn stone stairs, a bit uneven but nothing he hadn't tackled before. He'd seen what he was in for from the dock. A huge set of double doors towered over him, producing not only a feeling of awe, but the feeling that he was smaller than he really was. He shook his head slowly, trying to get rid of the thought, before reaching for the door knocker and knocking three times. The sound of the heavy metal ring smashing against the door echoed through the cave, scattering a school of Magikarp that had chosen to gather where the Lapras once was. Nothing, not even breathing, could be heard for several moments afterwards. It felt like an eternity before a small door opened. Scott turned to see a young woman, dressed very conservatively approach him. She wore a long, dark dress and a hat that covered her head almost completely, revealing only her face. It was very nun-like, as was she as she approached him. "May I help you?" Scott didn't say a word, instead fishing out the invitation and handing it to her. She took it quietly, pressing a button on the thin card. A small image, one that looked just like her, appeared and spoke.
"The bearer of this invitation is permitted to enter New Island."
She looked at him, silent for a moment, before speaking. "You are two days early. Why have you come so soon?"
Scott smiled and spoke just as softly as he acted. "I was never one to wait for something so exciting. I was the first one to arrive at and the last one to leave the last Pokemon League Conference." Another few quiet moments passed before Scott spoke up again. "...I could always leave and come back in two days if that is what you want me to do."
"No...my Master has deemed that it is okay for you to be here. Come, I will take you inside."
Inside was absolutely brilliant. Everything seemed to be made of the same material - the walls, the floors, the furniture. Everything was polished to a very nice shine, and even that was overshadowed by the material itself. The multiple colors that seemed to be everywhere - soft reds and yellows, gentle greens and blues - all melted into one another. Scott smiled at this and looked at the young woman. "Your master has very refined tastes."
"Thank you." The young woman motioned over to a table, where glasses and food were waiting. "My master wishes that you enjoy this small meal he has provided for you. He also requests that you release all of your pokemon so they can enjoy themselves." She pointed at a fountain which poured forth a beautiful spray of water. "My master will be down shortly to meet you." He smiled and nodded. The woman bowed before walking out of the room.
"Well, you heard the lady," he pulled three pokeballs from his belt and tossed them. "Come out you three...it appears we've got a little break ahead of us."
This all played out on one of several television monitors from an unseen control room. The monitor flickered as the balls opened up, expelling their contents. The Lapras that he had riden to the island appeared first. She sang a soft song, happy to be free of her orb prison again. The other two were not like her. The first one to form was a large, hulking, greyish brute - a machoke. He stretched a little bit and scratched the back of his head. The second was nowhere near as big or bulky as the machoke. This one was smaller, wore a shirt and a pair of boxing gloves, and a sarcastic smirk on it's face. It was a hitmonchan.
The voice echoed not through the room, but in the mind of the female aide that had just walked in.
"It appears so, Master," she said gently. "He is here far too early. What should we do with him?"
Slowly, the Master rose from his seat. The tall figure, six feet tall, with bulky limbs and a small body, white in color except for the vibrant purple tail that started at his belly and trailed out behind him like a whip, turned to her. [I will handle him myself. It may be amusing]
The two fighting pokemon rested against the fountain, out of breath from having moved the Lapras into the fountain's waters. She splashed around happily, enjoying the cool, clean water against her skin. Scott smiled and approached the two, handing over a pair of opened lemonades. "I figured you two could use this," he said. Both pokemon took them and drank up. Scott sat down on the water's edge with them and smiled. "So what do you think he's like?"
The hitmonchan looked up at him and canted his head to the right. "Monchan?"
"You know, the guy who's holding this whole get together." The machoke shook his head and muttered something before taking another sip of his drink. "I know, but we can always wonder."
Human and pokemon alike looked in the direction where the voice was coming from. Scott quickly moved to his feet.
Scott looked at him hard. "...who...are you?"
[I am Mewtwo. I am the world's most powerful pokemon master...AND the world's most powerful pokemon] He watched with an evil smirk on his face as the human just stood there in fear (or so he assumed).
"I..." Before he could utter his response, his Machoke was on his feet. With a feral roar, he charged Mewtwo.
He raised his hand, his eye's glowing a bright shade of blue. The Machoke froze in place. His face twitched a little bit, before he was roughly thrown back. With a pained growl, the pokemon skid to a stop at it's master's feet. Scott quickly dropped down to check on his companion.
Scott looked up at Mewtwo. "What do you want?"
[I want to have a little fun before my guests arrive tomorrow] He started to float forward, approaching the group. His words were too much for the Hitmonchan to take. He charged at the psychic type, his fist crystalizing a shield of ice - an ice punch. He threw it just as he got close to Mewtwo. But something was in the way. He strained against the unseen barrier, trying desperately to connect with it, before he, too, was thrown against the floor, slamming right into the machoke. The psychic type's attention turned to the Lapras.
"Enough!" Scott got to his feet again, looking directly at Mewtwo. "Enough of this, Mewtwo. We are not going to fight you." He ignored the protests of his pokemon as he started to walk towards their assailant.
He frowned and held his hand out. The blast of psychic energy knocked Scott onto his back
"No...I'm not going to die." The human slowly pulled himself to his feet. "Not here...not today." He took a deep breath and started moving towards the pokemon again. "I will not allow it." Mewtwo growled and fired another sharp blast at the trainer. It connected, and it clearly hurt him, but he remained on his feet, and continued his advance.
[I said get down!] His eyes flared up, delivering another powerful blast to Scott. It was enough to get him to take a step back, but not to fall. Mewtwo held his arms out to his sides and leaned forward. An invisible sphere of energy formed, only noticeable because of the cracks in the floor it caused, expanded away from him. It collided with Scott, pushing him back without any ill effects. Even as it pushed him away, though, the human refused to back down, trying to press on despite the obvious and unstoppable roadblock.
Mewtwo was not pleased. The human refused to fight, but refused to back down. Even as the barrier sent Scott to his knees, he continued to fight, clawing desperately at the smooth floor to try to pull himself closer. What was this human thinking, he asked himself. Mewtwo let his mind wander, slowly slipping into the trainer's own. He began to probe, looking for an explanation to why he fought. What he got instead confused him.
The boy's mind was filled with thoughts and memories of his pokemon. They were all trivial, thinks like when he first received his Hitmonchan and when his machop evolved into the form that he had just sent flying. The contents were irrelevant. The fact that they almost dominated his mind was what had him. Slowly, the barrier retracted, allowing Scott to move closer.
"Why?" Scott looked up at him, and they met eyes. "Why?"
Mewtwo's tough demeanor wavered in favor of the inquisitor.
"Why do you hate us?" Scott pulled himself along the floor, pulling himself on his belly, closer and closer to him. "Why do you hate humans? Why do you hate your own kind?"
The barrier tensed a bit. His voice flared with anger.
"You are a pokemon, just like mine, Why do you hate them?"
The barrier waned again.
"Then why are you trying to destroy them?" Scott reached out, his hand reaching out to land on top of Mewtwo's foot. The barrier disappeared completely, leaving the confused psychic type looking down at the exhausted human. "Why?"
Mewtwo watched him silently. The boy had a point. Why did he hate them? He slowly picked him off the ground, a mental energy expended to pull him into the air and keep him upright. The energy field around Scott compressed a little bit, starting to crush him. The Machoke and Hitmonchan started to move closer. They were worried about their trainer. They would fight to protect him.
"STOP!" The words echoed through the hall, shocking all pokemon present. Scott, despite the energy holding him in place, despite the crushing force his system was going through, had forced the strength to turn around and look at his own pokemon. "I do not want you three getting hurt. Stand down." The machoke began to protest, but stopped when he saw the seriousness in his trainer's eyes.
Mewtwo was impressed by this act and released the crushing pressure.
He smiled a little bit. "I have every right to, don't I? You've threatened everyone's lives, attacked my pokemon, and you've attacked me. I should attack you, shouldn't I?"
"It's not my style." He smiled. "It's a last resort." He slumped a little bit as Mewtwo released his psychic grip on him, barely standing.
He chuckled. "If I honestly felt my life was in danger." His legs gave way, sending him falling forward. Mewtwo was there to catch him, looking down on him as he breathed heavily. The world went dark for Scott as the fatigue finally overcame him.
Chapter End Notes:
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