Table of Contents:
The Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Legend
Completed
In Progress
Current Word Count:1,221
Current Character Count: 5,780
Prologue
Everything was quiet within the solitude of Mewthree’s chamber. He sat in his prison cell or, as Team Rocket called it, his Containment Unit. He was used to the silence. He grew up in the silence. He was Prototype Three, the third clone of Mew. He was also deemed “too unstable” to get any attention. Personally, he didn’t care. He just knew today was the day of his escape. His brother, Prototype Two, was building up his energy in his own Containment Unit.
Mewthree smiled and slowly closed his dark yellow eyes. It is time, he thought to himself. As if on cue, alarms began to sound loudly and an explosion was detected in the room holding Mewtwo. He smiled slightly and drew upon the energy of the surrounding area. Afterwards, he opened his bloodred eyes and the electric cage that held him captive broke with ease. Mewthree allowed himself to levitate through the air as he crossed the wreckage and landed on his feet again.. He then sent out a telepathic message, Mewtwo! Answer Me!
There was no response for a brief moment, but then a cold, icy voice shot back, He isn’t coming for you. Mewthree gasped with surprise and fell to the floor. He landed on his knees. He struggled to get back to his feet, but to no avail. Cursing to himself, he searched the room both telepathically and visually for the source of the voice.
Who are you? Mewthree demanded. Oddly, the emtire room appeared to be barren, but the voice sounded like it was whispering directly in his ears. There was a deep laugh that echoed in his consciousness. Mewthree clutched his head and landed down on the ground. His head was now pounding from this unseen being.
I am your new master, Prototype Three. Giovanni has abandoned you. Mewtwo doesn’t care about you. I can bring you greatness. Allow me to take over your body and you will be rewarded.
Mewthree growled softly, both hands still holding his head. Never! I will never betray my brother or my master.
Just then, Mewthree’s vision began to blur and dim around him. He let go of his head and gasped. His head was now ringing with pain.
Wrong answer, Prototype Three An eerie laughter was the last thing Mewthree heard before his entire world vanished into darkness.
Chapter One
“Recovery is at 50 percent.” Mewthree groaned and slowly opened his eyes once again. His head was still pounding and he felt very weakened. His aura reading ability was still down, so he could not sense any danger in the room. As such, he was forced to survey his surroundings. He was suspended in a fluid within a dark room. He noticed two Bisharps standing by the door directly in front of him. There was a computer next to his containment unit, which was somehow repaired. He was almost certain he was not in the same room that he “died” in, if that is what death feels like.
“Where….am I?” he asked weakly. His telepathy was just brought back somehow. He then realized he was getting stronger each second. This fluid seemed to be healing him. Just then, the door in front of him slid open and a light shown over him, temporarily blinding him because of the contrasting darkness of the room he was in. He quickly adjusted his vision and saw a human standing in the doorway. The human was feminine with long black hair and clothed in a black outfit. The outfit was simple, black leather pants with long knee-high boots and a leather jacket with a red “S” on the left corner of it.
“Ah, it appears that you are awake,” the female human said, walking into the room, flanked by the Bisharp pair. She appeared to be friendly, but he couldn’t exactly be sure because he could not read her mind. His abilities were still limited, but he hoped eventually he will recover fully.
Who are you? he asked her, establishing a link with the human. The female gave a small smile.
“Forgive me for not introducing myself, Prototype Three,” the female said. “I am Kamara, agent of the Shadow Society. I rescued you from Giovanni’s base. I estimate you have been out for at least five years, but somehow you were still alive, if not barely.”
Five years…that’s impossible. I was attacked only yesterday.
“You may think that, but really, you were found this morning unconscious in a containment field. Giovanni and Team Rocket have long since given up on the cloning project. In fact, nobody knows what Team Rocket is doing nowadays. “
Mewthree hissed at the name Giovanni. He knew the Team Rocket leader well. The smart-mouthed, silver-tongued traitor who kept him locked away during his development stages, only coming when there was a lesson in fighting, academics, or Pokémon in general. The thought of Giovanni in hiding made his gut purge. Just then, the computer beeped next to him and he saw “75% complete” written on the screen of the computer.
“This machine is used to recover injured Pokémon and humans. My master developed it so that we may restore you to your previous condition. All of your stats and abilities should be regained in about thirty minutes.”
Mewthree smirked. Suddenly, the world around him became clearer. His aura reading ability was now back. He closed his eyes and concentrated on Kamara’s energy. He opened his eyes, which were now filled with anger. The two Bisharps beside her got into attack position as if they sensed what was coming next. He growled softly.
You are a liar! This machine is not to recover me! You were thinking of bringing me back so that you could make me into a weapon. Kamara let out a slight chuckle.
“I see your aura reading ability is back. You have foreseen my true intentions. Why wouldn’t we want to make you into a weapon? You are the third clone of the legendary Mew. You could bring riches to the Shadow Society. The Shadow Society is your master now, Prototype Three.
Wrong. I have no master With that, Mewthree lifted one of his clawed hands and Kamara was lifted in the air via telepathy. He smiled and then made a pushing motion, which broke the glass and sent Kamara flying towards the wall. The fluids in the tank spilled all over the floor and Mewthree stepped out.
“Bisharps! Attack!!!” Kamara ordered, her back against the wall. The Bisharps hissed and charged at Mewthree. He grinned and dodged their incoming blades. Mewthree then caught a blade belonging to the Bisharp positioned right of him and then threw it against the other one. Both of them hit the floor, but got back up instantly. Kamara lifted her hand up and spoke into a watch-like device. “Shadow Soldiers, report to Lab XB5 immediately. I repeat, report to Lab XB5. Prototype Three has broke free.”
Aren’t you such a nuisance Mewthree pointed a finger at Kamara. Aura Sphere! With that command, a red ball of energy formed at his fingertips and flew towards Kamara's body. Upon contact, there was an explosion, followed by blood flying everywhere. Mewthree smirked and turned towards the Bisharps, who were now backing away in fear. Whats wrong? Are you scared by my power?
The Bisharps did not reply, but continued backing away, their eyes wide with fear. Well, I don’t waste time on weaklings.
The Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Legend
Completed
In Progress
Current Word Count:1,221
Current Character Count: 5,780
Prologue
Everything was quiet within the solitude of Mewthree’s chamber. He sat in his prison cell or, as Team Rocket called it, his Containment Unit. He was used to the silence. He grew up in the silence. He was Prototype Three, the third clone of Mew. He was also deemed “too unstable” to get any attention. Personally, he didn’t care. He just knew today was the day of his escape. His brother, Prototype Two, was building up his energy in his own Containment Unit.
Mewthree smiled and slowly closed his dark yellow eyes. It is time, he thought to himself. As if on cue, alarms began to sound loudly and an explosion was detected in the room holding Mewtwo. He smiled slightly and drew upon the energy of the surrounding area. Afterwards, he opened his bloodred eyes and the electric cage that held him captive broke with ease. Mewthree allowed himself to levitate through the air as he crossed the wreckage and landed on his feet again.. He then sent out a telepathic message, Mewtwo! Answer Me!
There was no response for a brief moment, but then a cold, icy voice shot back, He isn’t coming for you. Mewthree gasped with surprise and fell to the floor. He landed on his knees. He struggled to get back to his feet, but to no avail. Cursing to himself, he searched the room both telepathically and visually for the source of the voice.
Who are you? Mewthree demanded. Oddly, the emtire room appeared to be barren, but the voice sounded like it was whispering directly in his ears. There was a deep laugh that echoed in his consciousness. Mewthree clutched his head and landed down on the ground. His head was now pounding from this unseen being.
I am your new master, Prototype Three. Giovanni has abandoned you. Mewtwo doesn’t care about you. I can bring you greatness. Allow me to take over your body and you will be rewarded.
Mewthree growled softly, both hands still holding his head. Never! I will never betray my brother or my master.
Just then, Mewthree’s vision began to blur and dim around him. He let go of his head and gasped. His head was now ringing with pain.
Wrong answer, Prototype Three An eerie laughter was the last thing Mewthree heard before his entire world vanished into darkness.
Chapter One
“Recovery is at 50 percent.” Mewthree groaned and slowly opened his eyes once again. His head was still pounding and he felt very weakened. His aura reading ability was still down, so he could not sense any danger in the room. As such, he was forced to survey his surroundings. He was suspended in a fluid within a dark room. He noticed two Bisharps standing by the door directly in front of him. There was a computer next to his containment unit, which was somehow repaired. He was almost certain he was not in the same room that he “died” in, if that is what death feels like.
“Where….am I?” he asked weakly. His telepathy was just brought back somehow. He then realized he was getting stronger each second. This fluid seemed to be healing him. Just then, the door in front of him slid open and a light shown over him, temporarily blinding him because of the contrasting darkness of the room he was in. He quickly adjusted his vision and saw a human standing in the doorway. The human was feminine with long black hair and clothed in a black outfit. The outfit was simple, black leather pants with long knee-high boots and a leather jacket with a red “S” on the left corner of it.
“Ah, it appears that you are awake,” the female human said, walking into the room, flanked by the Bisharp pair. She appeared to be friendly, but he couldn’t exactly be sure because he could not read her mind. His abilities were still limited, but he hoped eventually he will recover fully.
Who are you? he asked her, establishing a link with the human. The female gave a small smile.
“Forgive me for not introducing myself, Prototype Three,” the female said. “I am Kamara, agent of the Shadow Society. I rescued you from Giovanni’s base. I estimate you have been out for at least five years, but somehow you were still alive, if not barely.”
Five years…that’s impossible. I was attacked only yesterday.
“You may think that, but really, you were found this morning unconscious in a containment field. Giovanni and Team Rocket have long since given up on the cloning project. In fact, nobody knows what Team Rocket is doing nowadays. “
Mewthree hissed at the name Giovanni. He knew the Team Rocket leader well. The smart-mouthed, silver-tongued traitor who kept him locked away during his development stages, only coming when there was a lesson in fighting, academics, or Pokémon in general. The thought of Giovanni in hiding made his gut purge. Just then, the computer beeped next to him and he saw “75% complete” written on the screen of the computer.
“This machine is used to recover injured Pokémon and humans. My master developed it so that we may restore you to your previous condition. All of your stats and abilities should be regained in about thirty minutes.”
Mewthree smirked. Suddenly, the world around him became clearer. His aura reading ability was now back. He closed his eyes and concentrated on Kamara’s energy. He opened his eyes, which were now filled with anger. The two Bisharps beside her got into attack position as if they sensed what was coming next. He growled softly.
You are a liar! This machine is not to recover me! You were thinking of bringing me back so that you could make me into a weapon. Kamara let out a slight chuckle.
“I see your aura reading ability is back. You have foreseen my true intentions. Why wouldn’t we want to make you into a weapon? You are the third clone of the legendary Mew. You could bring riches to the Shadow Society. The Shadow Society is your master now, Prototype Three.
Wrong. I have no master With that, Mewthree lifted one of his clawed hands and Kamara was lifted in the air via telepathy. He smiled and then made a pushing motion, which broke the glass and sent Kamara flying towards the wall. The fluids in the tank spilled all over the floor and Mewthree stepped out.
“Bisharps! Attack!!!” Kamara ordered, her back against the wall. The Bisharps hissed and charged at Mewthree. He grinned and dodged their incoming blades. Mewthree then caught a blade belonging to the Bisharp positioned right of him and then threw it against the other one. Both of them hit the floor, but got back up instantly. Kamara lifted her hand up and spoke into a watch-like device. “Shadow Soldiers, report to Lab XB5 immediately. I repeat, report to Lab XB5. Prototype Three has broke free.”
Aren’t you such a nuisance Mewthree pointed a finger at Kamara. Aura Sphere! With that command, a red ball of energy formed at his fingertips and flew towards Kamara's body. Upon contact, there was an explosion, followed by blood flying everywhere. Mewthree smirked and turned towards the Bisharps, who were now backing away in fear. Whats wrong? Are you scared by my power?
The Bisharps did not reply, but continued backing away, their eyes wide with fear. Well, I don’t waste time on weaklings.
