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The Bleakest of futures
By: Shiguya Retomasi
Catagory: Pokemon
Genre: Angst/Drama
Status: Incomplete
Rating: T for language and violence

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.
Summary: *Based on characters from Anomaly*. Mewtwo's death left more than a scar upon Mew, it destroyed a part of her heart. And in a moment of weakness, she threw away everything... but, in that short time... something sinister began.. Summary sucks.

As the summary says, this story is based on a few characters from another story.

Things are not the same, not after that day… I still can’t close my eyes without seeing his face, those normally emotionless features twisted in pain. We should have been more careful, should have been better prepared… maybe then, Mewtwo would still be alive. I knew that moping wouldn’t bring him back, but… I still couldn’t face Eve, not after just dumping her at my summer home and vanishing without really saying goodbye. At least she didn’t question it much, probably due to the shock of finding out her brother, the one who had always seemed invincible, was dead…I know a part of me died that day.

The water below me rippled below as I hovered inches above, watching a small flock of Pidgey swoop in and out of a large pecha tree. It was a beautiful day, just like the past weeks have been at the sevii islands. I’ve been living out of here ever since that day, not even bothering to change my form and disguise myself; there was no point. The Rockets had given up chasing me, now that Mewtwo was dead and in their hands. They could simply make more from his DNA; I was obsolete in their eyes.

Even in his death, Mewtwo had left his mark upon the land; his underground dwelling had remained as a silent monument to the great power that once walked the earth. Now, it stood empty, abandoned by all but me. It served me well: both as shelter from the cool nights, and as a place to let my emotions flow outward; the sobs, shouts and curses at whatever cruel being controlled fate, heard only by the cold stone walls around me.

I really should have kept Eve with me, if only to have someone to lean on… but, I couldn’t let her see me in this state. She needed someone to look up to, not just a sister who couldn’t go a single day without breaking into tears, or trying to avoid even looking at her. If anything, I would have looked to her for comfort, her naïve outlook on the world and optimism are something I could never imitate…for being a legend, and I’m just as weak as the lowliest Rattata inside. I couldn’t even face the last living relative I still have without seeing his face…that look of defiance burning in his dark eyes.

“All I ask is why? Why couldn’t I have been just a bit faster… why did he have to be the one to die? I’ve lived a long life, longer than any other Pokèmon could even hope to… and for what? To watch as so many others had families to play with? To stand by idly as death took its toll on them all, calling them to the afterlife while I remained?” And why… why did my first real chance at having that… why did Mewtwo have to be taken away from me?

It’s been four weeks since I left the tree of beginnings, and even now I can hear that telepathic voice begging me to return. Maybe… it’s time to let go of the past and embrace the present. I still have Eve, my sister; someone who needs me just as much as I need her now. But, letting go is harder than just going back, making a few apologies and just going on…I’ll never forget him, my first real brother. I just wish… the last time we had talked was another argument…