Try to be happy with life. Do what you know is right. Always listen to yourself.
Simple things to live by, and the main point in this little story.
Genuine
by Falv Numb (my assumed goofy pen name) (flav_flav@yahoo.com)
Mewtwo. Mewtwo. Mewtwo.
Calling all around at every angle, slipping into the cracks, struggling hard to get attention.
Grief teaches a heavy dialect of pain, whispering past conversations of every day life. Mewtwo was doing just that: living life. Watching the sun setting, the sun coming up, the stars out on the sky to shine bright, the moon's failing attempts to hide against the blue sky. Earth was a miracle, undoubtably. The inhabitants would continue to take for granted everything that was just handed to them at birth, as did their ancestors before them.
There was nothing in that scenery breathing and living which succumbed to war, violence, and famine. Somehow, through all that human stupidity, it rose up and refused to be told that one race of creatures could destroy it all.
The warm nights when it was still, Mewtwo could think of nothing but the image of Mewfour's face. The smile, the texture, the profound sense of being held close to what was known as bliss.
Yet, what had shoved forward was the reality that Mewfour was gone, and Mewtwo didn't know for how long, and if he WAS ever going to see him again either. That agony may have subsided in the back of the purple creature's mind, but it wouldn't do much good. The silence when Mewfour was supposed to speak in muffled what ever cheerful memories would happen to come up. It drained into Mewtwo's desperate attempts to wake himself up from a trapped nightmare, and hurled him towards the unknown future -- and the clues told him anything but positive messages.
If that wasn't enough to anchor his sanity down with, the will that kept him going was pathetically puzzling to any normal human being.
"What brings me home? What gives birth to the next day? My foolishness, perhaps." Mewtwo mumbled to himself, looking up at what earth had to offer for natural scenery in the sky. The colors bleeding into each other, antagonizing Mewtwo in the way of displaying the familiar Mewfour purple shade.
Mewtwo stared at his own arms again, remembering back to the day he had met his soul mate. Noting the near exact emotions and feelings he was bringing himself around to understanding, Mewtwo washed his face in the icy river, tasting one of the few places on earth the water was still pure, and not harmed by chemicals or pollutants.
"Is it foolishness that really drives me, or is it that force inside my tiny body that is stronger than I could ever hope to predict? There has to be something coming soon. There must be something going on."
Mewtwo was certain of this now, as he dragged himself further into the cold river, his body reacting in the normal shock of temperature change. Unwanted, unloved, unneeded, and forgotten. Ha, he thought. He'd show the world what being fucked with would mean. It would mean total destruction.
Then he quickly threw that idea away. Would that be the reason or way he'd offer up revenge? Kill millions of innocent parasites that had nothing to do with his failing mental health? Makes sense if you look at it like that, but it just wouldn't be worth the effort, let alone how he'd feel afterward. More silence around to penetrate deep into his soul.
His memories would keep him company again, for yet another night. The repeating dream drenched in sweat-soaked denial that everything was all right, deciding that the he'd suffer enough for the day. Such a unique taste, it was. Hopes and dreams, Mewtwo whimpered in his head, slowly drifting under the wake. The patch of green grass proved to be the only bed he would need, much like the first time he realized he was rare -- that he had been so enslaved and confused before.
And what began as he slept was the answer to really be free.
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Soft inhales and exhales, swirled in with innocent like cooing and purring was a natural effect induced by a Mewtwo nap. It was telling him of his own calm his species was trying to remind him of. Mewtwo awoken to find the blanket that had covered him before, on the ground below his bed.
He looked around the room, still feeling the warmth around his body from Mewfour leaving his tight grip around him during sleep. The beast was no longer running away. The feeling to be sheltered, and always able to rest near Mewtwo's side -- it was beyond perfection. It was just . . . it.
Getting up from his comfortable sleep, he slowly stretched his well rested body, feeling the cracks and pops it made. Early morning air hugged around the walls and corners of Mewtwo's house, proving that it was impossible to fully contain nature, even if he wanted to. Each step he took on the cold hard wood floor seemed to be like slow motion -- Mewtwo breathing softly as he dragged his fingers along the wall.
"Good morning." A voice in the other room called out, as Mewtwo walked further in.
There he was. Mewfour. Nothing more had to be said or wished.
But, alas, it was still a dream. Things had been recycled and circled around so many times, Mewtwo had even known when he was dreaming or wishing up out of emptiness.
"Mewfour, I'm afraid we won't be together for much longer. My head can't take much more of this, and I know even now that this all a dream." Mewtwo started to say, but Mewfour walked over quickly and put a finger on his lip.
"Shhh. Don't say another word. You have to trust me on this, but you are no longer dreaming. You have been brought here while in a very vulnerable state, which is a near sleep stage, and I'm going to tell you how to bring me back." Mewfour looked so calm when speaking to Mewtwo. The confidence he had in his comrade was unimaginable, but very familiar.
"Are you sure?" Mewtwo asked, trying to fully understand.
"Yes, but it will not be an easy mission."
The two sat down at the kitchen table, breakfast still cooking in the other room, but was clear from any danger of burning. Mewfour took a deep breath, and told Mewtwo,
"You will be fighting everything that has taught you to be denied. You will be lead to believe that I'm just a figment of your imagination, and untouchable. The only answer that will be there to prove all of this is wrong. There is a lab in the hills on the west side where you sleep, just a few miles away. However, it is not easy to even find. There is a secret panel to hit in order for the main access door to open. Once inside, you will find it heavily guarded. It will be very hard, if not near impossible, to avoid these traps.
If you manage to succeed, you must locate the correct room containing me. I'll be in a frozen state, and unable to be awoken. You have to curry me on your shoulder, and escape through the only way out -- the entrance you came in."
Everything sounded to far-fetched. Why did it all have to come down to one moment, one chance, one way to get what he deserved so much?
"Are you sure this is true? Do you mean that this IS the end of my misery if I do this? Is all of this real?"
So many doubts hailing by, rushing in faster than Mewfour could hope to calm Mewtwo down. The only answer he could think of giving was this:
"Trust your instincts alone."
Like a demon slowly building energy and strength to explode when it reached it's limit, Mewtwo's dream was drifting away from his head. He was being dragged away from Mewfour once again. The all familiar bitter taste in his mouth when waking up from such a evil sense of trauma. It was almost too hard to take in as he got from his grassy pad he called bed, trying to drool away what stuck to him.
It was pain winning the battle for him. His own inner soundness of mind was beginning to be a foreign place to visit, but past all that, he knew it was the only thing left to do.
How would he be able to live another day without him, after all?
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Calm reflections of his time spent with the one being important to him in his life continue to sheet across his mind, leaving Mewtwo to wonder if it was helping him achieve his goal, or the only real thing he'd have to battle when finding the access panel.
Sensations of the warm, gentle physique of Mewfour crept over him, reminding him what the elixir of brute and innocent strength had to give. He could tell that something was inhaling all truth from his head, with the aura struggling to coat on his body with drops of deceptive goo. How reality was being so mean to him, and that the fantasy would take him back to where he needed to be.
Fighting the only thing against him at the time, rolling back and forth, shoving him from side to side. The battle was being fought on plains expressed in ways only a life born under a biological playground could comprehend.
"It will stop now . . ." he told himself, as the spirit of his lover faded away to a mere ring in his ear. The only sound now was the crickets, still chirping despite the approaching sunrise. The only thing he could detect was the cool air building speed, as he arrived at one particular spot of the hill.
Near a oak tree that was dying from what appeared to be a fungus at its roots, Mewtwo put his hands down to further examine what it was. Inadvertently, he had touched something in the tree that jerked something a few yards away. Mewtwo quickly looked in the direction where he saw the movement, and realized that he opened the door.
He walked over to the entrance, looking inside very carefully. He could see nothing but darkness in the first few feet of the structure, wondering if there was any kind of lightning equipment that would offer sight for him. He inched closer inside, staying quite close to the walls, which were rather cold and damp. After peering in and walking for a couple of tense moments, he could begin to make out something bright in the distance.
It looked like it was light from a lamp of some sort along the edges of the walls and ceiling. Mewtwo sighed deeply, collecting his thoughts, and continued onward.
"You are almost there . . . You are almost there."
Something had whispered to him in his head. It was loud and clear: He knew it had to have been real. A voice hadn't spoken to him like THAT for so long. He had almost forgotten what it was like to be spoken to telepathically. He answered back telepathically,
"Tell me where to find you, please. Please tell me where I need to go."
"I don't know where exactly I am. Just keep going. You will know when you are close to me." the raspy voice answered back. It sounded like Mewfour, but with a layer of stress and fatigue.
Mewtwo could make out the face of Mewfour when he closed his eyes, he was so close. He didn't want to be so far away like before. He'd be damned if something was gonna fuck him over for being this close to Mewfour.
The walls of the compound were echoing the vibrations of what appeared to be an oncoming threat, repeating the same waves in a continuous loop of torture to his mind. It began to haunt his alert grip of judgement, and Mewtwo could tell the flux appeared, stealing from his soul again. This time, he didn't have any control of taking his body back from himself.
It was up to his mind to decide how he'd vend for himself.
"In my dreams, I'm dying all the time. . ." Mewtwo whimpered out loud, preying that he would be heard some how. Paralyzed from the world outside, the purple creature patiently waited for a sign of hope to stagger in.
"It's not the evil you are fighting, it's the emptiness you fear that still needs to be visited." Mewfour answered back. Mewtwo opened his eyes, and gazed upon a clean image of certainty. Convinced in his essence of being Mew, this entity that stood before him would guide him through the maze of corridors and locked doors to locate. Locate and retrieve the one Mewtwo smothered beyond worshipping -- Mewfour was an extension of his soul.
"How do I create comfort where fear still sits? I am, after all, leaving it up to you to tell me where to find you. . ."
"Just react, don't think. That certainty alone that I am presenting you will suffice."
Mewtwo bowed momentarily, and ran forward through the black vortex-like surroundings, taking out simple devices that got in his way. Laser cannons, robots, and guards stood no match for this fearless mammal, hunting them down like viruses. How dare they get in his way. How dare they even try to play games with him.
Now being in full control of his tranquilizer-held trap, he recognized how greedy he could be with it -- time didn't seem to matter, let alone reason or common scientific fact.
Mewfour could with him . . . forever.
"What do I do now that I defeated everyone? I don't know if I could ever leave this haze inflected upon my body by those who wanted me dead . . . so I can turn their devilish plans against them and use this for only good."
Mewfour, sensing Mewtwo would have doubts about going home, took a deep breathe.
"Our life . . . life of just being who are . . . as living creatures, must be lived as that. It just wouldn't be right to do it any different. The sanity of your mind may cry for payback, but inside you know you just want to rest and do what is right."
The purple creature sighed as well, staring into the eyes of Mewfour. The background around him seem to just offer nothing but the blanket of contentment Mewtwo was yearning for. Finally, it was over.
"Before we return, I want to . . . just hold you. It's been too long."
"I know, Mewtwo. I know. . . but it's done . . . and I wish I could have touched you sooner."
The silence was all that was left as the two embraced, just standing there, in each others arms. Feeling the heart beat of Mewfour, thumping softly against his own chest. The gathering warmth around them as they held longer.
Nothing in the world could teach Mewtwo how to act inside the abyss of love -- instinct had pulled him through the hell that surrounded him. Not only that, it was moving through his veins, and gaining speed. Like a dagger penetrating his skin, the force inside Mewtwo's couldn't shove aside what he wanted any longer.
Drifting sluggishly downward Mewfour's body, Mewtwo traced his arms along the edges of his chest. Mewfour didn't draw any objections or reasons not to continue, and in fact was lowering the both of them downward to the floor itself, which hadn't been entirely cold or hard to begin with.
Mewtwo rolled amongst the soundness he couldn't always be accustomed to, playfully clawing around the corners and warm spots of Mewfour's legs and feet. Lingering his tongue, Mewtwo knew that it was that shelter he offered his comrade that would allow him to be a slave to the spectrum of perfection.
The once stressed creature now was beginning to nibble a bit on Mewfour's toes, knowing that would sooth his senses into a even deeper relaxed whelm. Mewfour didn't hesitate to moan in delight, wondering what Mewtwo had in mind next to reward him.
Slowly shifting himself around him, Mewtwo began to flow and rub down Mewfour's shoulders, his outstretched body now quivering under the new touch. Mewtwo could feel Mewfour's chest raise and fall in deeper and higher motions than before, which excited him more.
"Just don't stop . . . I . . . haven't felt this way . . . for so long." Mewfour managed to say, as he continued to relish in everything.
The creature did not, and was not intending on halting. Sheltered now from the outside elements of sadness and sorrow, the freedom from it all would never encourage the somber convictions to smash through his selfness.
A couple hours later, Mewtwo moaned quietly, wondering at that moment if he would ever understand his counterpart. Did all of his convictions starve for too long for Mewfour to comprehend what it was like to be alive? Had Mewtwo?
The silence now broken, traveling into the unknown with nothing but the life that was inside them to guide them through . . . being exposed to what the heart inside had to show.
To be genuine.
"I may not know what or why we are here. I may not understand the purpose of existence. What I know is we only get one chance to do what is right." Mewtwo said to Mewfour, telepathically.
He nodded his head in agreement, as he grabbed Mewtwo by the hand, and flew off into the distance.
*~The End~*