Chapter 2
Title: The Ultimate Weapon
Word Count: ~2500
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Chapter 2: The Ultimate Weapon
POV: Lab Observation Chamber – 3rd Person Limited
The room was silent, save for the low hum of arcane machinery and the occasional hiss of pressurized fluid cycling through reinforced tubes. Dim lights cast a greenish glow over the polished metal floors. Along the far wall stood two containment tanks—twin monuments of obsession. One held a child. The other, a god in slumber.
Outside the glass, the voices returned.
"Is the Mewtwo stable today?"
"He hasn't twitched in weeks. Whatever readings he's giving off—it's calm. Or… suppressed."
"And the child?"
"Vitals… unchanged. Psychic waves, still peaking. Honestly, it's beyond what should be possible for something that young."
A pause. The click of shoes echoed against steel tiles as one of the white-coated figures stepped forward, peering into the boy's tube.
"Still no signs of external awareness?"
"None. His eyes follow movement sometimes, but that's likely just nerve reflexes. The brain can't interpret language this early. He's too young to even process sound structure."
A quiet, humorless laugh followed.
"Then we're safe to speak."
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POV: MC (Internal Monologue – Psychic Awareness)
Wrong.
You're not safe.
I hear everything.
I've memorized your names. Your shifts. Your voices.
I know which one of you has a nervous stutter when you mention Mewtwo.
I know which one of you treats me like a failed prototype.
And now… I know the name of the man who cursed me with this new existence.
Professor Qinnin.
I'd wondered what kind of person could design something so unnatural. So precise.
Now I know.
A broken grandfather.
A genius with ash in his heart.
The story poured out of their mouths like slow poison.
They didn't even try to hide it anymore.
They didn't know I could understand.
But I did.
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POV: Scientists – Dialogue Sequence
"Qinnin's grief has transformed him. The old man we knew from the Academy… he's gone."
"He didn't even flinch when we lost Subject-X17. Burned alive by a failed mindlink attempt."
"His daughter's death changed everything. He swore never to speak of her again, but when he cradled that child—his grandson—in his arms, he… wept."
"He begged the Empire for help. But when the medics failed, and no tonic or crystal could stabilize the boy's psychic channels… something cracked."
"Do you blame him?"
"I understand him. That's not the same."
A long silence. Then:
"Still. To forge a weapon using Mew's DNA… and clone technology interlaced with Zygarde's regulatory cells… that's not desperation. That's... madness."
"Failed experiments are natural in this line of work."
"Not when they scream."
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POV: MC (Internal Thought – Psychic Feedback Loop)
They think I can't understand language.
They think my mind is fogged by infancy.
But I'm no ordinary infant.
I hear everything. Every whispered curse. Every footstep. Every confession they've dared speak in this chamber.
Psychic energy is information.
And I am a receiver now.
My body may be one week old, but my mind…
It's evolving.
They spoke of Qinnin like he was once a man of light. That he had given everything for peace, for discovery.
Now he's bargaining with forces darker than the void I fell through when I died.
All for me.
And the container they made—
Mewtwo.
Not just a weapon.
A failsafe.
A cradle designed to hold my psychic power, to shield me from my own energy.
I should be horrified.
I should be grateful.
I am neither.
I am awake.
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POV: Observational – 3rd Person
Beyond the reinforced tubes, Mewtwo remained still.
His body, larger than the child's by far, floated with eerie poise. Muscles defined, tail curled like a silent question. But his mind… empty. Quiet.
He had no consciousness. Not yet.
His creation had been a miracle—where Ditto failed, where other synthetic tissues collapsed into gel, the hybrid of Mew's genes and Zygarde's cellular balance had formed something stable.
Perfect.
And yet—
Incomplete.
The psychic containment barrier between the two tubes shimmered faintly, reacting not to Mewtwo, but to the child beside him.
The child who was listening.
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POV: MC (Internal)
I've spent the last few days pushing my limits.
My psychic awareness started like static in my mind—then echoes—then words.
And today?
Today I heard the first spark inside him.
Not words. Not thoughts.
Just… a vibration.
Like something deep inside Mewtwo was stirring.
I reached out, barely, with my newborn mind.
The moment my awareness brushed against his aura—
It was like pressing my hand to a slumbering volcano.
And then—
He moved.
Not much. A twitch.
But it was enough.
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POV: Observation Chamber – Scientist Dialogue
"Did you see that?"
"Mewtwo's tail just shifted—mark the time."
"Could it be an error in the suspension field?"
"No. No. That was a reaction."
"To what?"
Silence.
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POV: MC – Psychic Monologue
Can you hear me?
You don't know who I am.
You don't know what I am.
But if there's even a sliver of consciousness deep inside that cloned shell—
Wake up.
You were built for war.
You were born to suffer.
But I'm not here to use you.
I'm here to talk.
To reach out—not as a commander to a weapon, but as a mind to a mind.
Can you hear me?
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POV: ??? – Mewtwo (Deep Subconscious)
…something…
…light…
…pressure…
…warmth…
…voice?
Not word.
But tone.
Intention.
A mind, brushing his.
Gentle. Focused.
Alive.
His core, long frozen, flickered with response.
Memory?
No. There was no memory.
Only existence.
And now—
curiosity.
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POV: MC (Internal Monologue)
I felt it.
A pulse.
A response.
He's in there.
Buried deep beneath biocoded silence, under the chain-forged barrier of engineered instinct.
But he's in there.
They say he has no mind yet.
But minds are like fires.
Even the smallest spark can become a storm.
And I…
I will be the one who speaks to him first.
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POV: Flashback Fragment – Scientist Dialogue (Earlier)
"Subject 02—designated Mewtwo—was created using Zygarde-cell templates as structural stabilizers."
"A necessity. The combination of Mew's limitless potential with the boy's unstable power would've collapsed without Zygarde's core framework."
"So the body was built to house both?"
"No. The boy is not meant to merge with it."
"Then what?"
"He is meant to control it. Guide it."
"And if it fails?"
"Then both will die. Simple as that."
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POV: MC (Concluding Monologue)
So that's the game.
I am both the key… and the risk.
They see Mewtwo as a sword.
They see me as its wielder.
But I see something else.
Something they can't measure with scanners and charts.
I see a partner.
And one day, when we stand outside this cursed lab…
When the walls crumble and the sky breaks—
They'll see too.
Because I will talk to Mewtwo.
Not as a test subject.
Not as an experiment.
But as someone who knows what it means to be made for war.
And maybe—just maybe—he'll talk back.
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End of Chapter 2
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