Chapter 51.2- Oak

“I see most of you are confused as to who I am and why I have summoned you here.” This time the voice sounded in my head. It hadn’t broken through my shields as much as it had just completely ignored them. It was casual and simple, and considering I couldn’t hear anything anymore, I’d guess he was doing the same thing to everyone here. The fact that Sabrina was also here was a bit scary. She’d never grant him access, so he was bypassing her shields in a similar fashion? Fucking legendary pokemon.

“I am the bioengineered legendary pokemon known as Mewtwo. I was created by Team Rocket to serve their goals, but as you can see I have claimed my own independence for myself” It said, launching into a bit of an exposition about how Mewtwo were created from the DNA of Mew itself.

“I was born with a terrible hunger, a yearning for more that nothing could ever sate. They called me a failure. I was the most powerful of the Mewtwo they’d managed to create, but they called me a failure because of my hunger. So I killed the one that tried to destroy me. He was only the first of many, regrettably. I sought power first of all. I did things I wasn’t proud of in my desire to sate the hunger I was born with. My actions were my own, but they were not borne of the most stable of minds. Each of my brothers was consumed in my search for power, and with each one, my power grew, but so did my hunger. I saw more and could do more and more, but I wanted even more. Now that I have consumed the last of my brethren, my power is limitless, but I still hunger. I still want more. Thankfully, I have learned to suppress that hunger and have instead dedicated my time to learning more about this world I was born into.” I wonder if this is actually heading anywhere. The look I shared with Sabrina showed that escape from here would be impossible. I had none of my pokemon on me, and she just confirmed that she also had none of her pokemon. A cursory search with my eyes showed me that none of my fellow abductees had any pokemon with them either. We were fully at Mewtwo’s mercy, and that scared me more than anything had ever scared me before. Being stuck with a powerful, mentally unstable psychic pokemon was one of those things I’d never even considered when I thought up probable ways to die.

“Do not worry for your safety” He said, this time staring right at me. To my surprise, Oak stepped right in front of me, blocking his view and staring down the psychic legendary. It just chuckled and continued its tale.

“What I learned was disappointing. All the potential of this world and your species wastes it in pointless wars and conflict. Strife marks your species from one pole of the earth to the other. That is all you know, and as your God, it falls to me to teach you differently.” God? Well that went south very fast. Of course the crazy psychic just had to have a god complex.

“Those of you who stand before me are special. Of all the groups in this world, the groups you represent are the only ones that remain. I visited the regions of Unova, Galar, and so much more and destroyed them when they were found wanting” Destroyed? Whole regions? What the fuck?

“I deem you all worthy of keeping, but you must prove yourself to me. I am an impartial God, and will not keep those who do not prove themselves worthy. Each region here; Hoenn, Sinnoh, Kanto, and Johto will have the chance to prove their strength in a Tournament of Power. Four representatives from each region shall battle it out in fair contest to determine which region shall remain, and which shall be culled. Remember, there can only be one. The details of the tournament shall be forwarded to each region’s chosen representatives over the course of the next six months. The Tournament shall begin in a year.” With those words, we found ourselves right back where we’d been before we were kidnapped. What the fuck?

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After Oak had grilled me on whatever affiliation I had with Super Mewtwo, which was basically me assuring him that I didn’t have any familiarity with the creature beyond that incident in the fight club, I’d come up here to think. The first subject on my mind was, of course, the Tournament of Power. Mewtwo separated Kanto and Johto, so that meant there was going to be some amount of debate as to who our four representatives would be. Oak was sure. No one would even challenge him. For Johto, Lance, Claire and Pryce were dead ringers for the positions. The elite four, hailing from all parts of Indigo were much harder to predict, however. Bruno and Agatha were Kanto natives through and through. With Lorelei being from the Islands. Mewtwo hadn’t mentioned the Islands so I wondered whether they’d be included in with Kanto or Johto. I mean they were to the coasts of Kanto, but shared more in common, culturally, with Johto.

For Hoenn, it would probably be Wallace, Steven Stone and any two of the elite four. Maybe Drake, even. Sinnoh? The only one I was sure of was Cynthia and that dragonite of hers was a monster. That thing had fucked with Lance casually. Now that I thought it through, I wasn’t so sure that I’d even be able to do anything in the tournament.

Oak, Lance, Steven, Wallace, and Cynthia. A tournament with five champion level trainers was going to be something else. I mean I still wanted a slot, don’t get me wrong, but perhaps for the first time in my life, I began to doubt if I could actually do anything against the adversaries in front of me. Yes, I’d gotten to elite level in a bit longer than a year, but the gulf between elite and champion was large, and even among champions, there were grades. I didn;t expect any of the other champions to hold a candle to either Oak or Cynthia. Oak’s team was aged, but they were experienced and tested. Cynthia’s Garchomp had taken on all three of Lance’s Dragonites at the same time. Enough said.

I was knocked out of my thoughts by someone appearing in my room in a burst of light. I nearly panicked, but the figure revealed itself to be Sabrina and I barely managed to keep from embarrassing myself. “I am sorry for disappearing, Donnell Oak.” I just nodded at her, accepting her apology even if I didn’t think it necessary. I’d been the one to pull that on her out of nowhere, after all.

“I spoke to Mother, and she has advised me to spend time on my own thinking about my feelings” She said as she walked forward and took a seat at the foot of my bed. It was good advice, but it made her presence here even more confusing.

“I still do not know what it is I feel, but I think we must put that to the side to deal with the important surprise sprung up on all of us today” I just nodded. No point thinking about feelings when the entire region might be kaput in a year. Oak told me the League was sending out search teams to verify Mewtwo’s claims. I already knew what they’d find though. Super Mewtwo hadn’t seemed like a liar, and he also didn’t seem stupid enough to tell such an easily disproved lie. Perhaps feeling similarly, the Sinnoh attackers had called off their attack nearly instantly upon their return. They hadn’t even bothered explaining their actions and had just disappeared from Blackthorne as quickly as they had appeared.

“I want to be one of those who represent Kanto. I know you do too. The thought of leaving my future in the hands of others just…” She trailed off there, but I could understand the feeling in her words. I wouldn’t feel comfortable entrusting my life in the hands of others like that.

“Will you help me?” She asked with a look in her eyes that I could not, for the life of me, place. I just nodded and stood up before wrapping her in my arms.

“We’ll work together and get stronger. They’d be idiots not to choose us.”

A/N; What do you think???