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Prologue~ Dustin's Story:
"Mommy...Daddy...Where are you?" A little boy sobs into his pillow.
Mommy and Daddy said they'd be back in a week....
"Why?" The boy sniffled and buried his face deeper into the plush.
He was used to his parents going away on trips. They were both scientists and very busy with their work, but they usually came back on time... They were now nearly three weeks overdue returning home in fact, and the boy lost all hope of seeing his parents again. His clothes were very dirty, his blonde hair hadn't been combed in days, and he was running out of food. No one in their small town even noticed something was terribly wrong in the house. No one had called, not even a salesman. To make matters worse, today was his birthday...He had turned ten years old all alone. The sheer loneliness of it all was overwelming for the boy.
Pirrrrr-hooooooo!
"unh?" The boy groaned at the sound.
Pir-hooo-hooo!
The boy looked up from his pillow trying to wipe his damp face.
hooooooooooo....
A little pidgey had come in through the open window and was standing on his desk.
A single tear rolled down the boy cheek and he quickly wiped it away, looking curiously at the little creature. He had never been this close to a pokemon before.
The bird cocked it's head at the boy and almost had a look of concern upon it's feathery face. It hopped closer to the boy and stretched it's neck out to get a better look.
piiiirrr.... It said soothingly.
Slowly, the boy reached out a trembling finger to stroke the tiny pidgey's crest. He didn't want to scare his only company away!
The pidgey cooed happily and seemed pleased with the boy.
The boy's expression softened gloomily as he remembered the situation at hand and stopped stroking the pokemon.
Piiirrrr-ho? Pidgey said with concern. As if remembering something the pidgey hovered just above the boy's lap and nipped gently at his hair. Then it flew down the hallway wanting him to follow.
"Wait! Don't leave me too!" The boy cried as he scampered down the hall after it.
Down the hall, through the kitchen, and straight where the boy dreaded to go. Into his parents' deserted room... He choked back tears as he noticed a photo of the three of them on the night stand and looked away from the room wondering if it was really right to go in there afterall. He remembered how the pidgey seemed to want to show him something...Perhaps it was a clue about where his parents went? With this in mind he sucked in a deep breath and slowly crept in as if his parents' ghost were haunting the place. He looked slowly around the room. It was untouched and exactly as mom and dad had left it. He spotted pidgey sitting on the bed gazing at him expectantly.
The pidgey suddenly fluttered into the closet, coming to rest upon a large white box on the top shelf. Pushing aside many white labcoats and some old clothes, the boy pulled out a step ladder, climbed up, and took the box down to a space on the floor beside the bed. He lifted the lid and peered inside.
Suprisingly, a box so large held few things in it. Only two fat, orange envelopes held shut by brads and a small red, plastic case. The boy lifted one of the envelopes and tugged a paper out.
6/13/98
Dear Patricia and Norman Belle,
Allow me to introduce myself; I am Armon Firhitski, the head scientist and co-founder of a special project open exclusively to the most brilliant minds in the science communtiy. Let me explain further, this project, though top secret, could be a gold mine of information, provide new techinques in the area of DNA studies and cloning, and perhaps even be the key to restoring life itself. Are you interested? I'm hoping you are because you have already both been selected to take part in the project. My next letter shall contain the details of your work and untill then you have time to think about this offer. Please call me if there are any questions or if you choose to decline. Thank you.
-Armon Firhitsky
1-800-548-9475
A letter? To mom and dad? What is this? The boy thought.
He decided to abandon digging through the first envelope stuffed with other letters addressed to them and go for the next. The first page he pulled out had the words: DNA SEQUENCING typed across the top. There were several diagrams of strange spirally shapes labelled with words the boy didn't undertsand underneath. He puzzled at them for a moment and dug in the envelope for more.
His fingers felt something thick and he slid out a large packet with the silhouette of what seemed to be a pokemon printed on front. It was rather like a cat with a long tail and a head nearly as wide as it's body. The boy hadn't seen many pokemon before and gazed at it, wondering what sort it might be.
He finally tore his eyes from the simple print on the front and flipped to the next page. There was another letter to his parents, he flipped again. Another diagram. This one had the pokemon from the front page modelled out in detail. It was actually very cute with friendly, twinkling eyes and cute little paws. 'Mew' it was labelled. It's statisics were printed below it's name and next to it was another picture. This pokemon was tall and muscular, yet reminiscent of mew. It had lost all it's cute aspects and had cruel, uncaring eyes. 'Hopeful turnout of project mewtwo' it was labelled. The next pages had various articles about DNA (What ever that is! The boy thought) more diagrams, and photos of laboratory equipment...
Then he spotted a very desturbing photo of a curled up creature in a liquid filled glass case. Several electrodes were attached to it's pale, grotesque body and scientists were standing around the case with proud looks on their faces. 'First Mewtwo Attempt' was typed underneath. The boy shuddered. He couldn't stand to look at it even.
He shoved the papers aside and went for the red, plastic case that was also with the envelopes. He carefully clicked open the lid revealing two syringes.
He removed one of the and held it up at eye level to examine it. The words 'Negrada Sycabis' were taped on the side. What is this? He thought.
"Dustin Belle." An echoing voice said.
The boy jumped making the syringe fall from his hand and right into his leg. He whirled around to see who called him but was almost instantly blown against the wall by an unseen force. The impact had caused the plunger on the syringe to be pushed down and inject him with the deep red liquid that had once been in the syringe.
The boy's vision was blurry. All he could make out was a dark figure kneeling at the box and inspecting the papers. He shook his head a bit and squinted at the figure. It appeared to be reading them and inspecting the diagrams carefully, but what? It...It had a tail?
"This can't be...." It mumbled sounding startled.
The boy stared hard at the figure trying to get a better look. "Yah!" He cried. Something suddenly felt as it were twisting inside of his veins. His skin burned all over. His eyes seethed. There was a growing coldness within him as if it were erupting from his very heart. His vision darkened more...
The figure leaned forward to pick up the syringe box and a ray of light from the window shown across it's face.
"Mewtwo!" The boy rasped.
There was no response. A blue orb of light formed with a dark sillhouette of mewtwo in the center. The orb grew and writhed until it looked more as if mewtwo were in a fire of blue flames. Two blue eyes glowing like the flames were in the center of it all glowering upon him.
"No..." The boy coughed weakly.
The flames grew and grew. There was a great flash of light and a seering pain.
"NOOOOOOOOO!!!" I screamed into the night with beads of sweat flicking off my face.
"Scizor? Scizo-sciz?" My scizor, Vice, asked in concern.
I smiled weakly at him and gulped hard. It was just a dream, a flashback of that day so many years ago...
He killed mom and dad...He killed them...I had only survived because of the syringe... What would have happened without it? I shuddered, knowing the answer. Later I found out the word 'Negrada Sycabis' which had labelled the syringe, was the scientific name for sneasel.
I had inadvertantly been injected with sneasel DNA and gained it's attributes; it's dark and ice types qualities. On the outside, not much change had taken place, just the fact my hair color had turned black and had green streaks in it. I suspected the green had been an attempt at recreating a sneasel's blue ears. In fact, not much change actually took place at all, I could occasionally freeze things, but that's it. On the other hand, the dark power only helped me not be affected by mewtwo's attack that day. I still repel psychic attacks in fact and it proved very useful to me...
I gulped hard again... Remembering what happened next...
Pidgey woke me up. I had no idea how many days I had been passed out, but I figured it had been quite a few considering the amount of leaves that had blown in through the window. I sat up weakly, unusually, I remembered every event clearly even if I had been out of it for so long. It was burned into my brain eternally almost. There was a loud bang and I snapped to my feet suddenly. I rushed to the window and gazed out; dozens of men in black suits with red Rs on their shirst were busting into the front door. Pidgey flew out the window coo-ing for me to follow. I scrambled out and we fled the town to Saffron never looking back.
It was then I began my life as a thief with pidgey as my trusty friend and accomplice. I never stole pokemon, I figured that it was wrong to take away what trainers worked so hard for, I only took food and clothing. What I needed to survive. I had not yet come into contact with my only living relative, my sister Erika, who was away on her 4th year at pokemon tech at the time of the incident. She thought I had died when she heard the house was ravaged and no one was found inside. When I heard of an Erika gym leader I rushed to celadon to see her. We had a tearful reunion and discussed the events since we last saw each other. However, I never told her about mewtwo and the syringe, nor did I confessed to her I was a thief. It just made us both feel better we had someone left in the world to count on.
The years passed by and pidgey and I got into much more 'interesting' heists. Jewelry, artifacts, things that weren't essential to live. Pidgey even evolved into pidgeotto and then into pidgeot, plus I had aquired plenty of other pokemon. I had a pretty sweet set traveling around Kanto in a tauros pulled wagon I actually built myself instead of stealing one. Then I met someone who turned my life all- well- different.
It started one night when my bayleef, Lucy, and I had a very close call with a farmer whom we were stealing hay for the tauros from and were off to the pokemon center to get patched up. Lucy was healed and we about to go on our way, unfortunately Lucy was struggling like something was wrong. A girl out of no where told me to get the cops and that my bayleef wasn't healed at all. I was puzzled, but I ran to get the cops all the same.
The bad part was, the cops seemed to think I was just pulling their leg about the trouble at the poke center and waved me away. I was walking back to the center when I realized what must've been going on at the center! It was like the notorious breeding center scams! I picked up the pace to a run and arrived with a plan. I burst in the door with my electrode who used explosion and reduced the place to a smoking skeleton of a building. I had no clue if the girl got out alright or if I would ever even see her again. Then the next morning I was suprised to see her sleeping in the back of my wagon! Ever since then we became close friends... She was never so sure she could trust me, not that she ever said so, but I just had the feeling...
I looked up at the starry sky. Now it was time to show her she could... I stared at the tall chain link fence topped with razor wire to the right of the bushes where I was hiding.
Tomorrow she would be free....
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