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WARNING! LOOOOOOOONG FANFIC APROACHING!
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"Help me...please..."

I will never forget that voice pleading for help,echoing in our minds.It sounded so peaceful,yet desperate.

We were all scientists,hired by Team Rocket.Ten,to be precise.

Nine of us were old partners from College.
The only one we didnt meet before was Nolan.

Apparently,Nolan have been working for TR for a long time now,and was sent with us by the Rockets request.
For a TR employee,he was a very nice guy...always smiling and joking.

We were sent on a mission for the New Team Rocket's leader,who we only know as "S",to retrieve whatever valuable documents we could find from an old laboratory,located on a small island,property of TR.
It seems that this laboratory has been used by the Rockets years ago,to create some kind of Bio weapon.An enhanced clone of another creature,to be precise.
But the experiment went wrong,and the creature blew up the entire place and managed to escape.

The whole place was reduced to ashes and bricks.How were we supposed to retrieve anything from this mess?

Then,we saw it.Below the ashes,there was some sort of huge trap door,made entirely of heavy steel.

We had a hard time trying to open it.
We tried everything,but it wouldn't budge.
While we were trying to force the door,Nolan was standing a few steps away,laughing at our futile attempts.

Dr Richards:-What's so funny,huh? maybe you could help us!

Nolan:-Hahaha! You 've been trying to force this trapdoor for almost half an hour! I cant believe that you haven't asked me for a way to open it yet! seeing as how im a TR employee and all that...

Dr Richards:-...*embarrased* Ok.Do you know how to open it?

Nolan approached the trapdoor,and placed some sort of card through the right side of the door.We heard a "click",and the door opened.

We saw some stairs that went all the way down to some sort of secret basement,but it was quite dark,due to the lack of electric energy,and we couldnt see a thing.The smell of damp coming from the hole was almost unbearable.

We prepared our flashlights to descend the stair.

Then,it happened.

As soon as we put a feet on the stairs,we heard a faint voice.

"Help me...please..."

We were stunned! Even Nolan had a serious look in his face! Was this voice coming from the basement? Was somebody trapped down there?

We started to descend.The stairs seemed like they had no end!.Was this some kind of secret section of the lab?

Was that voice just the sound of air flowing to the outside?

"Please...Help"

Again! We couldnt believe it!
This time it sounded more like it was inside our heads...

As we went deeper and deeper into the lowest levels of the laboratory,the voice asking for help sounded louder in our minds.

We finally reached the lower level of the basement.
The creepy silence,along with the complete darkness,started to creep all of us.

Suddenly,the voice stopped.

There where some old chairs and tables,and lots of papers and books,all filled by spiderweb and dust.
Somehow this place survived the massive explosion that destroyed the laboratory at the surface.

Me and my partners started to examine the old crippled documents and files.

A file caught my attention.

"Mewtwo Proyect-Failed Attempts"

So Mewtwo was the name of that creature...

To my surprise,this file listed every single attempt at the Bioweapon experiment,with each step taken between them,and the reasons of failure in each attempt.

Me and Nolan studied the file closely.The rest of the crew did the same,but with the rest of the documents.
The file listed about 9 attempts at the Mewtwo Proyect.All 9 of them were a failure due to several reasons,many of them
because of growth dissorders.Each "Mewtwo" in this list was named by their number attempt.
It seemed that attempt number 10 had been a total success,seeing as how it wasnt listed here.

In short terms,the file said something like this:
(I will refrain myself to give details about the life and development of each clone)

Mewtwo Proyect.

DNA samples combined:

Mew DNA
Male Alakazam DNA
Male Human DNA

(Human DNA!? Is this even allowed by the United Nations.Oh...yeah...,its Team Rocket we 're talking about)

Goal:13 Months of life for full growth

Attempt N°1:
Heart stroke at 2nd day of life.

Attempt N°2:
Absense of inner organs.Died inmediately after birth.

Attempt N°3:
Brain hemorrage after 1 month of life.

Attempt N°4:
Lack of general organs growth.Died after 1 week.

Attempt N°5:
Sudden mind insanity.Executed at 3 months of life.

Attempt N°6:
General inner hemorrage after 2 months of life

(My god! such painful situations for each of these creatures...)

Attempt N°7:
Intense fever,followed by heart stroke.Died after 4 months of life.

Attempt N°8:
Sudden lack of antibodies.Died after 6 months of life.

It seemed that they were getting closer to their objective,as the later clones lasted longer.

I remember some rumors about this proyect now!.
The reason of these experiments were to create the most powerful Pokemon ever,for the former leader of TR,Giovanni,to control.
But one of the scientists,Dr Fuji,had an extra goal:to clone and resurrect his deceased daughter.
I wonder how many chances Fuji had for him to do so?

Attempt N°9:

What is this?

Please refrain to Dr Brian Muntz notes: "N°9"

Me and Nolan started to search these notes around the place.
We found it hidden in the top of a crippled up bookcase.

"N°9"

As soon as we opened it,an old picture,and a few loosened pages fell from the file.

An old rusted drawing.Maybe done by Muntz? It depicted 3 stages in the life of N°9.

The file was filled with scientific observations related to N°9

But I ended up getting more interested in Muntz personal notes.It was some sort of personal diary.
Why would he leave his personal notes about n°9 inside a research file anyway?

"9's Life"

N°9 was more of a change of directions towards the Mewtwo Proyect.Failure after failure,Dr Fuji and us all decided to take a different route.We couldnt waste any more time,as Giovanni would leave us all out of the proyect...or worse.

So we all agreed to use samples of female human DNA this time,aside from getting female Alakazam DNA as well.
The only problem was that the only human female sample around was no other than Amber's,Dr Fuji's deceased daughter.
But he had no problem with it.
Perhaps because of his failed attempts with cloning his daughter,he decided to go this far and see his daughter alive in a different way?

N°9's birth came like a bless to these tired doctors.After more than two years of working on these horrible,cruel experiments,she brought a light of hope to our lives.
Her curiosity about everything,and her general child-like behaviour (Which we havent seen in the previous clones) brought more than one smile in our team,after dealing with the many faces of death from our former attempts.
She also brought our real wish back to us,to leave this dark basement,see the light of the sun once again and reunite with our families.
Strangely enough,when "9" was around,I felt at home.
I just couldnt face her like a real scientist.I felt more like a big brother...or maybe a father.
I never had a son or daughter before.It was one of my greatest wish.
The life of a scientist is filled with sacrifices,and one of them was the lack of time,to have a life of my own.

Dr Fuji noticed my behaviour towards 9.

Instead of scolding me,he allowed me to continue talking with her,while helping with the experiment at the same time.
It was the happiest day of my life!

Strange enough,he decided to step aside of relating with her in any way,aside from the experiment progress.
So my theory of him seeing Amber again through a different body was completely discarded.

Something I loved to do when she was around was to do sketches of her,like quick portraits of her daily life.We werent allowed to port personal cameras,so I went with sketching.

9's IQ was outstanding.It was like she wanted to be fed with knowledge!
We thought that Giovanni wouldnt mind to have a schooled warrior,instead of a brainless one,so we went ahead with our own little experiment.
Every once in a while,we tried to let her get out of the test tube to see her reaction in a regular environment.Fortunately,she addapted very quickly,with no fatal consequences.
Aside from that,her psychic powers were inmense.As requested by Team Rocket,we tested her powers against several opponents.All of them ended up against a wall with the lift of a finger,and she even had fun "playing" with her opponents,tossing them around,like a child with a kite.

It was the perfect creature.Both for combat,or relation.

But her human behaviour was the most fascinating aspect of N°9
I will never forget the day she was 11 months old.She grew up considerably during that time.
9 was on her test tube,and I wanted to do a sketch of her,as always,when suddenly,she got this odd expression.I also noticed a faint blush in her face.
She inmediately sent her arms in front of her chest.I was completely clueless about this behaviour.
That is until I noticed it:she developed breasts.

Human DNA seemed to affect her growth more than ever.

I found this reaction so...adorable!
I wished she was outside the tube to give her a huge hug,and tell her how normal this was,and all the other stuff parents teach to their kids.
Seems that,at some point we teached her human behaviour between males and females,and,well,seems that she learned a lot from it.
She let me do the sketch anyway,but asking to leave her arms in the place.
I left out a good laugh and agreed.I later answered every question she had about the matter.
For the first time ever,I felt like a real father.

But I knew that soon it would be time to part our own ways.2 more months to be precise,to deliver her to this man,hungry for power.

I remember myself crying in solitude during the night.Every once In a while,during night time,I found myself plotting a way to escape together.To stay together forever.

But I knew I couldnt.I promissed to myself as a scientist to never let my personal feelings interfere with my research.My fatal decision was to develop these feelings towards an experiment.
I decided to promise myself this once again.I kept contact with N°9,as always,but I started to think once again as a scientist.
She somehow noticed this,and looked sad.Was she feeling guilty?

Then month 12 came.
And the worst happened.

The devices attached to N°9 sent this crazy allarm sounds Ill never forget.
We left our beds and rushed towards 9's test tube room,and what I saw was unbearable for me.

She was inside her tube,with a look of horror and despair in her face.

Her left arm was floating,completely deatached from her body!.

The union of the arm seemed like it was rotten!
Not only that,but she lost lots of hair during the night,and the skin in her whole body looked like loosened up!

Was she decomposing alive!?

On later tests we discovered that female hormones,combined with the already unstable Mew's DNA brought up this whole reaction.
She was literally disintegrating,cell to cell,atom to atom,at a fast pace.

I couldnt bear it.I left the room in tears.I knew what was coming,and I didnt want to see the whole process.
N°9 gave me a last look of complete sadness.Like she was asking for forgiveness.

A feeling of complete deception fell in every one of us,including Dr Fuji.They though about how close they all were to succeed.

I thought of how I lost a child.

I punished myself for this reaction,and I swear to never make such a mistake again.

I decided to stay out of whatever decisions where made about N°9,and instead focus all my energies for N°10,our next attempt.Dr Fuji agreed with me.

I couldnt help to raise a ear more than once though,and listen my colleagues talking about the steps taken with 9.

As far as I know,N°9,along with her tube,was sent to a contained room,where the rest of the failed attempts where "resting" in formol.

What I found completely unmoral and cruel was that,by general decision,they decided to keep her alive!.Just in case!
I wasnt thinking as a true scientist once again.
As a heartless monster.

Apparently,the only part that wasnt "decomposing" was her brain.Her memories though,started to vanish.
Whatever we teached her,what she felt curious about and learned,was gone.

I prayed night after night.I hoped for her to give up and rest in peace.To stop suffering.
I wished to wake up one day and hear from my colleagues that she was finally gone...

But the rumors of how she was still struggling to live grew more and more along the team.

Was she hanging to life to see me again?

I finally gave up...

"Help me...please..."

Me and Nolan jumped...Our lecture got interrupted.

The voice again!
The whole crew was in shock.

Nolan had this eerie look in his face...

"N°9? Impossible! after 5 years!? she can't be alive at all!"

We all took our flashlights and proceeded to solve this mystery.
We went through a very long corridor,filled with spiderwebs and damp.The smell was terrible.
We finally reached a door.

"Rejected" it said.

We finally opened the door and proceeded to the inside.
As me and Nolan expected,we found several test tubes in the darkness.Each of them had a plate.

N°1...N°2...and so on.

One of the tubes in the distance was glowing.
Me and Nolan looked at each other.

My whole self was trembling in fear.
If that was N°9,and what we read in that diary was true,I seriously didnt want to look.

Nolan started to walk towards the tube.
On closer inspection,it was covered by some sort of thick blanket.

The plate on the base of the tube wasnt lying...

"N°9"

I couldnt move a finger,let alone breath!.I was very nervous of what awaited us all behind that blanket.

Nolan finally had the courage to pull the blanket out.

And the horror striked me.

"HELLLLPPPP!."

Jesus almighty!

...
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Well,4 hours of writing this up.I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it up.
Remember that english is not my native language,so expect several gramatical errors here and there.

Now I bet most of you figured out where this is all going by now.

If you did,please try to keep it for yourself will ya? you dont want to spoil the whole plot to everyone else,right?

Part 2 will be up as soon as I can finish the picture regarding the uncovering of the tube.

Yes...the content of the tube.

Until next time then...

Description
WARNING! LOOOOOOOONG FANFIC APROACHING!
You've been warned.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Help me...please..."

I will never forget that voice pleading for help,echoing in our minds.It sounded so peaceful,yet desperate.

We were all scientists,hired by Team Rocket.Ten,to be precise.

Nine of us were old partners from College.
The only one we didnt meet before was Nolan.

Apparently,Nolan have been working for TR for a long time now,and was sent with us by the Rockets request.
For a TR employee,he was a very nice guy...always smiling and joking.

We were sent on a mission for the New Team Rocket's leader,who we only know as "S",to retrieve whatever valuable documents we could find from an old laboratory,located on a small island,property of TR.
It seems that this laboratory has been used by the Rockets years ago,to create some kind of Bio weapon.An enhanced clone of another creature,to be precise.
But the experiment went wrong,and the creature blew up the entire place and managed to escape.

The whole place was reduced to ashes and bricks.How were we supposed to retrieve anything from this mess?

Then,we saw it.Below the ashes,there was some sort of huge trap door,made entirely of heavy steel.

We had a hard time trying to open it.
We tried everything,but it wouldn't budge.
While we were trying to force the door,Nolan was standing a few steps away,laughing at our futile attempts.

Dr Richards:-What's so funny,huh? maybe you could help us!

Nolan:-Hahaha! You 've been trying to force this trapdoor for almost half an hour! I cant believe that you haven't asked me for a way to open it yet! seeing as how im a TR employee and all that...

Dr Richards:-...*embarrased* Ok.Do you know how to open it?

Nolan approached the trapdoor,and placed some sort of card through the right side of the door.We heard a "click",and the door opened.

We saw some stairs that went all the way down to some sort of secret basement,but it was quite dark,due to the lack of electric energy,and we couldnt see a thing.The smell of damp coming from the hole was almost unbearable.

We prepared our flashlights to descend the stair.

Then,it happened.

As soon as we put a feet on the stairs,we heard a faint voice.

"Help me...please..."

We were stunned! Even Nolan had a serious look in his face! Was this voice coming from the basement? Was somebody trapped down there?

We started to descend.The stairs seemed like they had no end!.Was this some kind of secret section of the lab?

Was that voice just the sound of air flowing to the outside?

"Please...Help"

Again! We couldnt believe it!
This time it sounded more like it was inside our heads...

As we went deeper and deeper into the lowest levels of the laboratory,the voice asking for help sounded louder in our minds.

We finally reached the lower level of the basement.
The creepy silence,along with the complete darkness,started to creep all of us.

Suddenly,the voice stopped.

There where some old chairs and tables,and lots of papers and books,all filled by spiderweb and dust.
Somehow this place survived the massive explosion that destroyed the laboratory at the surface.

Me and my partners started to examine the old crippled documents and files.

A file caught my attention.

"Mewtwo Proyect-Failed Attempts"

So Mewtwo was the name of that creature...

To my surprise,this file listed every single attempt at the Bioweapon experiment,with each step taken between them,and the reasons of failure in each attempt.

Me and Nolan studied the file closely.The rest of the crew did the same,but with the rest of the documents.
The file listed about 9 attempts at the Mewtwo Proyect.All 9 of them were a failure due to several reasons,many of them
because of growth dissorders.Each "Mewtwo" in this list was named by their number attempt.
It seemed that attempt number 10 had been a total success,seeing as how it wasnt listed here.

In short terms,the file said something like this:
(I will refrain myself to give details about the life and development of each clone)

Mewtwo Proyect.

DNA samples combined:

Mew DNA
Male Alakazam DNA
Male Human DNA

(Human DNA!? Is this even allowed by the United Nations.Oh...yeah...,its Team Rocket we 're talking about)

Goal:13 Months of life for full growth

Attempt N°1:
Heart stroke at 2nd day of life.

Attempt N°2:
Absense of inner organs.Died inmediately after birth.

Attempt N°3:
Brain hemorrage after 1 month of life.

Attempt N°4:
Lack of general organs growth.Died after 1 week.

Attempt N°5:
Sudden mind insanity.Executed at 3 months of life.

Attempt N°6:
General inner hemorrage after 2 months of life

(My god! such painful situations for each of these creatures...)

Attempt N°7:
Intense fever,followed by heart stroke.Died after 4 months of life.

Attempt N°8:
Sudden lack of antibodies.Died after 6 months of life.

It seemed that they were getting closer to their objective,as the later clones lasted longer.

I remember some rumors about this proyect now!.
The reason of these experiments were to create the most powerful Pokemon ever,for the former leader of TR,Giovanni,to control.
But one of the scientists,Dr Fuji,had an extra goal:to clone and resurrect his deceased daughter.
I wonder how many chances Fuji had for him to do so?

Attempt N°9:

What is this?

Please refrain to Dr Brian Muntz notes: "N°9"

Me and Nolan started to search these notes around the place.
We found it hidden in the top of a crippled up bookcase.

"N°9"

As soon as we opened it,an old picture,and a few loosened pages fell from the file.

An old rusted drawing.Maybe done by Muntz? It depicted 3 stages in the life of N°9.

The file was filled with scientific observations related to N°9

But I ended up getting more interested in Muntz personal notes.It was some sort of personal diary.
Why would he leave his personal notes about n°9 inside a research file anyway?

"9's Life"

N°9 was more of a change of directions towards the Mewtwo Proyect.Failure after failure,Dr Fuji and us all decided to take a different route.We couldnt waste any more time,as Giovanni would leave us all out of the proyect...or worse.

So we all agreed to use samples of female human DNA this time,aside from getting female Alakazam DNA as well.
The only problem was that the only human female sample around was no other than Amber's,Dr Fuji's deceased daughter.
But he had no problem with it.
Perhaps because of his failed attempts with cloning his daughter,he decided to go this far and see his daughter alive in a different way?

N°9's birth came like a bless to these tired doctors.After more than two years of working on these horrible,cruel experiments,she brought a light of hope to our lives.
Her curiosity about everything,and her general child-like behaviour (Which we havent seen in the previous clones) brought more than one smile in our team,after dealing with the many faces of death from our former attempts.
She also brought our real wish back to us,to leave this dark basement,see the light of the sun once again and reunite with our families.
Strangely enough,when "9" was around,I felt at home.
I just couldnt face her like a real scientist.I felt more like a big brother...or maybe a father.
I never had a son or daughter before.It was one of my greatest wish.
The life of a scientist is filled with sacrifices,and one of them was the lack of time,to have a life of my own.

Dr Fuji noticed my behaviour towards 9.

Instead of scolding me,he allowed me to continue talking with her,while helping with the experiment at the same time.
It was the happiest day of my life!

Strange enough,he decided to step aside of relating with her in any way,aside from the experiment progress.
So my theory of him seeing Amber again through a different body was completely discarded.

Something I loved to do when she was around was to do sketches of her,like quick portraits of her daily life.We werent allowed to port personal cameras,so I went with sketching.

9's IQ was outstanding.It was like she wanted to be fed with knowledge!
We thought that Giovanni wouldnt mind to have a schooled warrior,instead of a brainless one,so we went ahead with our own little experiment.
Every once in a while,we tried to let her get out of the test tube to see her reaction in a regular environment.Fortunately,she addapted very quickly,with no fatal consequences.
Aside from that,her psychic powers were inmense.As requested by Team Rocket,we tested her powers against several opponents.All of them ended up against a wall with the lift of a finger,and she even had fun "playing" with her opponents,tossing them around,like a child with a kite.

It was the perfect creature.Both for combat,or relation.

But her human behaviour was the most fascinating aspect of N°9
I will never forget the day she was 11 months old.She grew up considerably during that time.
9 was on her test tube,and I wanted to do a sketch of her,as always,when suddenly,she got this odd expression.I also noticed a faint blush in her face.
She inmediately sent her arms in front of her chest.I was completely clueless about this behaviour.
That is until I noticed it:she developed breasts.

Human DNA seemed to affect her growth more than ever.

I found this reaction so...adorable!
I wished she was outside the tube to give her a huge hug,and tell her how normal this was,and all the other stuff parents teach to their kids.
Seems that,at some point we teached her human behaviour between males and females,and,well,seems that she learned a lot from it.
She let me do the sketch anyway,but asking to leave her arms in the place.
I left out a good laugh and agreed.I later answered every question she had about the matter.
For the first time ever,I felt like a real father.

But I knew that soon it would be time to part our own ways.2 more months to be precise,to deliver her to this man,hungry for power.

I remember myself crying in solitude during the night.Every once In a while,during night time,I found myself plotting a way to escape together.To stay together forever.

But I knew I couldnt.I promissed to myself as a scientist to never let my personal feelings interfere with my research.My fatal decision was to develop these feelings towards an experiment.
I decided to promise myself this once again.I kept contact with N°9,as always,but I started to think once again as a scientist.
She somehow noticed this,and looked sad.Was she feeling guilty?

Then month 12 came.
And the worst happened.

The devices attached to N°9 sent this crazy allarm sounds Ill never forget.
We left our beds and rushed towards 9's test tube room,and what I saw was unbearable for me.

She was inside her tube,with a look of horror and despair in her face.

Her left arm was floating,completely deatached from her body!.

The union of the arm seemed like it was rotten!
Not only that,but she lost lots of hair during the night,and the skin in her whole body looked like loosened up!

Was she decomposing alive!?

On later tests we discovered that female hormones,combined with the already unstable Mew's DNA brought up this whole reaction.
She was literally disintegrating,cell to cell,atom to atom,at a fast pace.

I couldnt bear it.I left the room in tears.I knew what was coming,and I didnt want to see the whole process.
N°9 gave me a last look of complete sadness.Like she was asking for forgiveness.

A feeling of complete deception fell in every one of us,including Dr Fuji.They though about how close they all were to succeed.

I thought of how I lost a child.

I punished myself for this reaction,and I swear to never make such a mistake again.

I decided to stay out of whatever decisions where made about N°9,and instead focus all my energies for N°10,our next attempt.Dr Fuji agreed with me.

I couldnt help to raise a ear more than once though,and listen my colleagues talking about the steps taken with 9.

As far as I know,N°9,along with her tube,was sent to a contained room,where the rest of the failed attempts where "resting" in formol.

What I found completely unmoral and cruel was that,by general decision,they decided to keep her alive!.Just in case!
I wasnt thinking as a true scientist once again.
As a heartless monster.

Apparently,the only part that wasnt "decomposing" was her brain.Her memories though,started to vanish.
Whatever we teached her,what she felt curious about and learned,was gone.

I prayed night after night.I hoped for her to give up and rest in peace.To stop suffering.
I wished to wake up one day and hear from my colleagues that she was finally gone...

But the rumors of how she was still struggling to live grew more and more along the team.

Was she hanging to life to see me again?

I finally gave up...

"Help me...please..."

Me and Nolan jumped...Our lecture got interrupted.

The voice again!
The whole crew was in shock.

Nolan had this eerie look in his face...

"N°9? Impossible! after 5 years!? she can't be alive at all!"

We all took our flashlights and proceeded to solve this mystery.
We went through a very long corridor,filled with spiderwebs and damp.The smell was terrible.
We finally reached a door.

"Rejected" it said.

We finally opened the door and proceeded to the inside.
As me and Nolan expected,we found several test tubes in the darkness.Each of them had a plate.

N°1...N°2...and so on.

One of the tubes in the distance was glowing.
Me and Nolan looked at each other.

My whole self was trembling in fear.
If that was N°9,and what we read in that diary was true,I seriously didnt want to look.

Nolan started to walk towards the tube.
On closer inspection,it was covered by some sort of thick blanket.

The plate on the base of the tube wasnt lying...

"N°9"

I couldnt move a finger,let alone breath!.I was very nervous of what awaited us all behind that blanket.

Nolan finally had the courage to pull the blanket out.

And the horror striked me.

"HELLLLPPPP!."

Jesus almighty!

...
----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Well,4 hours of writing this up.I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it up.
Remember that english is not my native language,so expect several gramatical errors here and there.

Now I bet most of you figured out where this is all going by now.

If you did,please try to keep it for yourself will ya? you dont want to spoil the whole plot to everyone else,right?

Part 2 will be up as soon as I can finish the picture regarding the uncovering of the tube.

Yes...the content of the tube.

Until next time then...