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Corrupt Authority: Chapter 59

by Pokemon Fanfiction Novels

Pokemon Fanfiction Novels
"Mew 3 . . ." Kenta whispered in a gurgled voice, backing away. He and Red were getting dangerously close to the fire. "So that's what I saw."



Red glanced at him a moment, but kept his eyes trained on the dark Mew clone. "You only told me briefly about it. Do you know what it's capable of?"



"No. I was really hoping it would stay dormant in its test tube. I wonder if we can fight it . . . but honestly, I have doubts."



"What are you two whispering about down there?" came Jenn's voice, unfittingly light and sing-song. "Don't leave me out just 'cause I'm a girl."



"I thought it looked familiar," said Red grimly, "and I concur. Mew clones are next to unbeatable."



"But are they uncatchable?" replied Kenta, activating the Snag Machine on his arm. "No time for second-guessing . . . this wasn't Plan A, but it'll have to do!"



He flung the modified Master Ball, but it hadn't even flown a quarter of the way toward Mew3 before it exploded like a grenade in midair. On the big screen, Jenn waggled her finger and clicked her tongue.



"Don't be a thief. Wasn't that what all the upset was about?"



"BOLT!" shouted Kenta, a note of panic in his voice.



"So many targets," Jenn said in an almost dreamy voice, as the Salamence whirled through the stadium entrance toward Kenta and Red. "But who to punish first? Eenie, meenie, miney, moe."



An expression of agony came over Bolt's face, and he and his wings were suddenly separated in midair. He crashed face-first into the ground, leaving a trench of dirt and blood trailing behind him.



"Catch a Raikou by the toe."



Kenta, who had just started to run toward Bolt, screamed and fell over as his toe bones were psychically snapped apart inside his shoes.



"If he hollers, let him go."



Red, who had been watching on in horror, was suddenly flung skyward like a rag doll. He didn't stop at the stadium height limit either; he continued to ascend upward as though gravity had reversed for him. He might been thrown much further, if an overhead figure about his size had not suddenly appeared to intercept him. The two drifted back to the ground as gently as through water, and from where he lay, Kenta stared at Red's rescuer. It was not Charizard. In fact, it looked very much like Mew3, only shorter, white, and purple. Kenta had seen this creature barely a week ago.



"Mewtwo? . . . You came!"



The Mewtwo gave Kenta a momentary glance, before turning its focus to Mew3. Its eyes flared with a feral light, and it gave off a gurgling, echoing cry. Mew3 made no answer, except to fire a ball of dark energy at the newcomer. Mewtwo tossed Red hastily aside before throwing up an invisible barrier, dissipating the shadow ball in a shock wave of power. In the next second, the two Mew clones ducked and weaved around the burning stadium, launching rail guns and photon blasts at each other while Red elbowed his way along the ground until he was beside Kenta again.



"Were you expecting this?" he shouted over the boom of concrete exploding, sending tiny bits everywhere.



"Sort of," Kenta grunted, lifting himself to sitting position and recalling Bolt into his Friend Ball. "But I didn't think Mewtwo would look so . . . wild."



"I'm guessing you've never been to Cerulean Cave, then," replied Red. That's where I first met her."



"Met . . . her?" Kenta did a double-take at Mewtwo, just as rocks were floating around her. "Wait a minute, it's not from Mount Quena?"



"Nope. But that one must have told this one-" A section of seats from a nearby front row was blasted, sending bits of molten plastic raining around the two trainers. "Look, we can wonder later. Can you walk? We need to get out of here!"



Gritting his teeth, Kenta got up and hobbled. Red pulled his arm over his neck, and the two of them stumbled toward the entrance of the stadium.



"Oh, no you don't!" barked Jenn, still looking down at the spectacle from her large-screen monitor. "We weren't done here, just because you brought along another uninvited friend. Mew3!"



The dark Mew clone blew Kenta and Gold off their feet with a sweep of its hand, but paid for its moment of distraction with a jolt of electricity from Mewtwo. The trainers fell on their faces, once again swept clear to the other end of the arena.



"Disable!" shouted Jenn.



The next second, both Mew3 and Mewtwo stopped moving. They hovered perfectly still in fighting positions, arms outstretched in "pushing" motions as their eyes bored into each other. The fire continued to blaze, and more rubble fell, but there was no more noise, except for the shouting of the trainers outside the arena. Then Jenn spoke, her voice cold and mirthless.



"Look at what a mess you've made. All I wanted to do was show you why you can't win. That meant scaring you a little, but not killing you. Now, I could tell Mew3 to break the concentration of Disable, but then that would continue this battle, and you would die in the crossfire. This does not end well for you."



"And what about you, huh?" Kenta demanded, anger and sorrow mixing in his voice. "Everything is still live. You cut Bolt's wings off on television, you monster! Do you think sparing me will dampen Japan's rage against all you have done?"



Jenn was silent for a second.



"Mew3. Come."



Before Kenta could look, Mew3 had vanished. The creature hadn't teleported, but the sheer speed of its departure was comparable only to its entrance- the blink of an eye.



"The end game here is not the threat of death, but the hope of cooperation," Jenn remarked. "The Japanese are a proud people who would prefer death to certain things. That is impractical. Death is for the enemies of this great nation. We will compel cooperation with other methods. No more infighting of people, or pokemon- we will propose smarter solutions."



Red snorted. "Hear that, Gold? Behind her war hawk exterior is a dove of peace . . . and underneath, another hawk."



Before Kenta could reply, a boom came from the middle of the arena. Mew3 was back, and it was holding a limp, fiery creature of black and gold under one skinny arm. Kenta gave a strangled yell of recogntion, running forward.



"Baku!"



"Ah-ah-ah." Jenn's voice stopped him. "Not yet. The deal has changed slightly. I've decided that I don't want you to disappear after all. I want you somewhere nice and safe. Mew3 will leave your Typhlosion here, and fly you to the Silhouette Police still waiting outside."



Kenta looked longingly at Bakuphoon, but covered his eyes and shook his head. "No. I can't. Going with Arcada is suicide."



For a moment, Jenn's eyes widened with madness, and she took a deep breath as if ready to explode. However, she deflated a second later, glanced down off-screen as if listening to something, and returned her sight to the camera, composed once more.



"There is a 'Daisuke Shin' among their ranks. Will you be satisfied if he escorts you away?"



Kenta swallowed. " . . . Yes."



"Good. Then let's hurry this up."



Kenta turned to Red, offering his cap. "Well, then. I gotta go. Please take care of Baku-"



"The S-class is to be put in a Pokemon Professor's custody, not a loyalist's for you," said Jenn sternly.



"Alright. Just . . . here, give this to my brother, will you?" Kenta shoved his hat into Red's hands, breathing thickly. "And just in case, tell him that I love him."



Red looked down at the hat, black and gold like the pokemon and trainer who had proved a stronger bond than his and his team's. "You don't have to do this, Gold," he said with difficulty, a strangled sob threatening to block his throat. "We've got a whole alliance of capable pokemon trainers standing just outside. With the help of Mewtwo here, we could totally beat this Mew3."



"Yeah. Maybe." Kenta shrugged, backing into Mew3's waiting arms. "But then people would probably die after all, and nobody wants that. Plus . . . I've done some bad stuff. Good intentions or no, it's kind of a relief that I'm going to jail."



Baku's eyes slowly opened, and from where he lay on the ruined pavement, he weakly looked up just as Mew3's arms clamped over Kenta's chest. Kenta glanced down and smiled.



"It's gonna be okay, buddy. Goodbye."



With that, he was lifted off like a rocket.