Mewtwo's Perfect World

Ash and his friends tried absolutely everything to release Mewtwo from his electrical prison from above. Even with the strength of Ash, Brock, along with the two Pikachus and Meowths combined, everything seemed hopeless.

"We can't stop it!" Brock yelled.

"Then I must use what remains of my power," Mewtwo struggled to speak. "Either these machines will be destroyed, or I will be!"

Mewtwo gathered all what power he had left, and suddenly screamed vigorously as he focused all of his psychic power into the machines that held him prisoner. He then began to turn a pinkish-red colour. This was not normal, even for Mewtwo. With each passing scream, Mewtwo's body started to spark as electricity coursed all over his body - it was as if he were part of the machine. Even with everything Mewtwo had left, it still seemed to have no effect on the machines.

"Hang in there, Mewtwo!" Ash decided that a little encouragement was needed. "Pikachu - both of you - help out with your thunderbolt!"

Even with Mewtwo's devastating cries of pain, he could still hear Ash's words of encouragement, along with his 'family'. This now made him more determined than ever. After everything that had happened to him; being created out of a scientific lab, not belonging in this world, running and hiding from everyone and everything in this world. Would the pain ever stop? Mewtwo knew he had to do it. He knew he had to save them from Giovanni's clutches.

Both Ash's Pikachu and his clone both stood forward. With a cry, both Pikachus let out an extremely powerful thunderbolt onto one of the machines. With that being done, Mewtwo knew that this was now or never. He took one last push of strength, and poured his entire might of power onto the machines.

With the combined power of the electrical thunderbolt caused by the Pikachus and Mewtwo's most powerful psychic attack, a beam of light suddenly burst out of the machine and cast itself onto Mewtwo. He screamed in the most powerful pain imaginable as he was being surrounded not only by the electrical prison, but now by a sudden beam of light that seemed to have been caused by the combined attack of Mewtwo and the Pikachus.

Mewtwo's screams suddenly stopped as the beam of light closed around him, blocking him from both human and Pokemon sight. The light then began to cast a very soft electrical static that seemed to be growing louder and louder.

"MEWTWO!" Ash screamed. He ran towards Mewtwo, just like he had done before, all those years ago. But this time, there was nothing he could do.

With that scream, the light exploded causing Ash to fall back suddenly. The explosion was unlike anything anybody had ever seen. An electrical field blasted out from where Mewtwo was standing, causing its surroundings to shake. Ash became instantly blinded by the sudden explosion. To everyone witnessing the blast, it was just a blur. Then without warning, the explosion sucked into itself and disappeared.

Everything happened so quickly, as if it had never happened. Ash's Pikachu was the first to recover. Pikachu gazed up and saw Ash lying unconscious. Pikachu remembered that day. The day he almost lost his friend. He was not going to lose him now.

"PIKAA!!!!!" Pikachu's scream alerted Brock and Misty to where Ash was laying.

"Oh my god Ash! Are you okay??" Brock leaned down to help Ash pick himself up. He obviously felt concerned for his friend. Fortunately for Pikachu, Ash was not seriously hurt, and regained conscious.

"Yeah..... I'm.. I'm fine," Ash weakily said, dusting himself off. "What.... the hell just happened?!" Ash was now in full panic mode.

"We're not sure. The blast that came from the machines blinded us too. We couldn't see a thing!"

Ash finally stood himself up and observed his surroundings. The weather had suddenly changed from clear blue skies to overcast dark clouds. The air was breezy. Everything was so..... quiet.

Ash dazed off for a moment, then suddenly remembered what had just happened to his friend.

"Wait, what about Mewtwo?!?!?" Ash looked over to see the machines completely destroyed by the blast. Small parts of the machine were seen in all directions, even in the water. Mewtwo was gone. Giovanni was gone. Team Rocket was gone. Everyone was gone.

In the years that past, Mewtwo is remembered as a hero to Ash and his friends. It is remembered that Mewtwo had sacrificed himself and stopped Giovanni and Team Rocket that day. The rest of the cloned Pokemon that Mewtwo had cared for lived in peace and harmony on the top of Mt. Quena, as he had wanted. They were never again bothered by Giovanni or Team Rocket. The cloned Pokemon to this day, remember Mewtwo as their great and valiant protector; their guardian. Forever and always.

Little did everyone realize however, Mewtwo was not gone. Not yet. He was alive. Only just.