The Dark Side of Kanto

Chapter 3 Omega

                “…don’t cry…”

                “…you are alive…”

                “…life is wonderful…”

                Indeed it is, for I am the most powerful being in existence.  There is nothing to stop me from achieving my goals, from discovering my purpose.  I am Mewtwo, the most powerful Pokémon in the world, even greater than Mew.  Who can stand before me and deny me my right as ruler of this pathetic planet?  I can do as I see fit, and I will see to it these foolish mortals get what they deserve.  None shall stand in my way!

The blizzard whips around me, but I pay it no mind.  The cloak I have fashioned from the hide of an unfortunate Ursaring who thought I could be its dinner flaps in the wind.  Meditation here has been vastly beneficial.  My power only grows more and more, and when I am finished here, I shall fly down to the Indigo Plateau, the pinnacle of man’s power of their domain, and wipe them out.  I shall crown myself the master of this world and the plateau will be my throne.  Who knows, if the puny humans residing there are strong enough, I may keep them around for entertainment.  We shall see.

                The time has come, mortals.  The reign of Mewtwo is imminent.  You all shall pay for your crimes against nature, both humans and Pokémon.  I rise into the air, my power swirling around me.  The surrounding snow melts as I propel myself through the sky.  I have my eye on the plateau in the distance.  Through the raging storm, I can see the giant building sitting atop the mesa.  Within it, I sense the presence of its occupants.  Four humans, along with their powerful Pokémon, waiting inside for challengers.  The power of these Pokémon are great indeed.  This may be fun.

                I spot the entrance below and dive toward the ground.  I flip the hood of my cloak up, covering my head.  I slowly walk up to the massive doors.  On each side stands a human guard.  They step in front of the door in a pathetic attempt to bar me entrance.

                “Halt!” the guards say.  “Only those who have acquired eight League badges may enter.”

                I raise a hand and swipe it to the side.  The guard to the left flies off to the side and slides across the ground.  The other guard makes a vain attempt to attack me, but a quick swipe of my hand hurls him off the cliff, where he plummets to his inevitable death.  I force the massive doors open and step inside my new kingdom.

                The entrance is vast, like a cathedral, with a dome ceiling decorated in various art depicting Pokémon.  To the left, a female human with pink hair stands behind the counter.  To the right, a man in a stupid hat stands behind yet another counter, as if these structures are going to protect them somehow.  The woman greets me, but I ignore her, for my prize awaits inside the two door in the middle of the room.  Through there, my unsuspecting victims, and my throne, await.

                As I approach the doors, a young human male jumps in front of me, gripping a Pokéball in his hand.  “Wait your turn, pal!” he says.  “I was here first!”

                What kind of insolent pup does he think he is?  I glare at him from within my hood.  The Pokéball within his rises from his hand.  I crush the ball with my mind and I hear the squeal of pain from the creature inside.  The ball shatters and the twisted mangled corpse of what was once a Raichu falls to the floor.  The boy looks upon his pet in horror.

                *You were saying?* I ask.

                The boy picks up his dead pet and runs to the woman with pink hair, crying like the sniveling brat he is.  The woman gasps and picks up a telephone.  I pay her no mind.  I force the doors open and walk down the hallway.  These humans have a curious taste for large, empty corridors. The end of the hallway greets me with more doors.  I push these open and find myself in an icy room, not quite as cold at the peaks of the mountain, but close. Nothing I cannot withstand.  Ice sculptures surround the perimeter, while a woman with long red hair sits in a chair in the middle of the arena.  She eyes me with intrigue, caressing a Pokéball on her belt.