TEEN: Jericho

[Headless Whoreman]

Just a little fic idea I had that I had originally planned to just be a one shot. I figured I might as well add onto that and make it a full blown story. It may be an AS fic, but believe me, that does not take center stage here.

Jericho​

Chapter One: Test Tube

No sunlight creaked through any windows. No chilled winds blew through the air. Nothing at all. Just darkness. Until he flipped the switch.

Suddenly, the lights flashed on and Mewtwo could see that he was in some sort of laboratory. Holes started appearing in the room's steel walls, emitting toxic fumes strong enough to take down a Wailord.

Mewtwo opened his nostrils to see if he could tell what the scent was. The green smoke went up his nose and he fell to the ground. The fumes washed over his leathery silver and purple skin. Mewtwo could faintly hear a voice and see a man before he passed out.

"Subject 549 has been restricted. Commence the operation." Said the man who had a gas mask on. Then it all went black.
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Mewtwo awoke inside a test tube, floating in some sticky liquid. He tried to touch his face, only to feel tubes connected to his mouth. He assumed that this was to keep him alive.

The man was on the outside of the test tube, minus the gas mask this time. His cold, blue eyes met Mewtwo's heartless purple eyes. The man had unkept, messy auburn colored hair and wore a black suit and tie.

"Don't touch those tubes," Said the man, frowning. "They're the only reason you're alive right now."

Mewtwo squinted a bit and frowned. The man smirked.

"I bet you're wondering how I caught you."

Mewtwo just continued staring. The man figured that this was a yes.

"See that tranquilizer gun over there?" He said, pointing to his left. Mewtwo nodded yes. "I shot you with about fifteen of those darts. You were tough to bring down."

Mewtwo was flattered. Or as close to flattered as you can get inside a test tube with breathing assistance being the only thing keeping you alive. But flattery annoyed Mewtwo, along with about everything else.

"I just realised that I haven't told you my name, 549!" Said the man. "My name is Olaf. I know, a weird name for such a dashing person, right?"

Mewtwo wasn't amused.

"Okay," Muttered Olaf. "Let's get to why I captured you. We here at Advanced Futuristic Science are working on a project called Jericho. We're trying to show our new way of powering things instead of electricity, which has been completely ignored by the scientific community. We want to force people to use our method."

Mewtwo was interested at this point.

"We're planning on shutting down all of Hoenn's power systems and causing a region-wide blackout to force the region's government to use our method. Oh, and pay us." Said
Olaf.

"Just what is your method and why do you need me?" Asked Mewtwo with a deep, booming voice.

"That's the interestingly disturbing part."
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[Headless Whoreman]

Chapter 1, Part Two: Ribbons

Ash sat in his room, thinking about the day ahead. It was Christmas Eve, and he had come home to Kanto to be with his mother for the holiday. Pikachu laid on his bed, tangled inside a mob of blue blankets. The small, yellow, mouse-like pokemon rubbed his red cheeks, causing some electricity to build up on his fingertips. He looked over to his side and saw Ash, now asleep at his computer desk, drooling all over the keyboard.

Pikachu decided to have a little fun with him. He scuttled over to the desk silently. He saw that Ash's mouth was open. Pikachu took his electricly enhanced fingertips and grabbed Ash's tongue.

"AHHHH!" Yelled Ash, falling out of the seat. "What was that for?!"

"Piikaaa!" Taunted the small mouse pokemon. Ash pulled himself up from the ground and started to chase Pikachu downstairs. Pikachu was much too fast for Ash, however. Ash eventually realised this and gently stroked his now medium-rare tongue. Ash went into the kitchen and found his Mother, Delia, frying bacon.

"Good morning, Ash," Said Delia. "Do you want any bacon?"

"Not right now," Slurred Ash. He could hardly talk due to Pikachu's joke. Pikachu, however, was glad to have some bacon. He ran iver to Delia and started rubbing his head against her leg while she threw him two pieces of bacon. Pikachu then walked over to the table and tugged on Ash's blue jeans, whispering a faint "Pika?"

Ash knew what this meant. He rolled his eyes and gave Pikachu the ketchup bottle. Pikachu's eyes immediatly lit up as he coated the bacon in the red sauce. Once he had finished the bacon, he turned the bottle upside down and squirted all that remained of the delicacy into his mouth.

Pikachu carried the empty bottle with him to the couch and laid there, cuddling with it. Ash muttered to his Mom, "We need some more ketchup." Ash sat down at the table and prepared himself a sandwich. After he had eaten it, his tongue burned like fire.

"Ash, can you go outside and get the mail?" Asked Delia, who was busy trying to get the ketchup bottle away fron Pikachu. Ash nodded yes, and to his suprise, a package came. For him. It had a note attached to it. "I'm sorry," it read. He opened the small package and saw a case inside. He opened it up and found May's half of the ribbon that they had won in a contest. He looked next to it and there was another note. Ash started to read it.

"Dear Ash,

I can't keep this anymore. I can't think of you anymore. I know this must sound awful to you, but I think I want to forget about you and move on.

I have a boyfriend, Ash, and Drew loves me more than you ever could. I'm sorry if this letter hurts you, but that's just how it has to be. Please, forgive me.

Sincerely,
May Maple"

This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be real. This had to be a sick joke. There was no way she could ever love that arrogant douche Drew, no way.

Ash was enraged. He picked up the half ribbon and threw it on the ground, stomping on it. He took the letter and ripped it to shreds, tearing the paper all over his front porch. Suddenly, he reached down and grabbed the ribbon and carried it inside. He put it on his computer desk, calming down a bit.

"I still love you, May." He muttered to himself. "I still do."

 

[Headless Whoreman]

Chapter 2: No Forgetting

Mewtwo walked through the dimly lit hallway that he now called home. Other then this and the test tube, life at the laboratory wasn't so bad. He slid open the door into Olaf's office. Olaf was on some sort of website, viewing videos. Mewtwo realised that he must not've wanted to see te webpage because he closed it quickly as he entered the room.

Mewtwo started to open his mouth to speak to Olaf until the man cut him off.

"What do you want?" He said. "Can't you see that I'm working?"

"On what?"

Olaf figured that there was no escaping the question. He sighed and said, "Just refining the plan. Do you want to see it?" Mewtwo pushed the man forcefully away from his desktop and read the file.

Project Jericho

The government seems hell-bent on pushing us away from the media and public. Well, it's time to fix that issue. We've hired some Team Rocket executives and grunts and have an extremely powerful cloned Pokemon in our possession. All we need is the headmaster's permission and operation Jericho can commence.

In case you've forgotten, Jericho will mostly take place in the underground area of Kanto, attacking and draining electricity from its underground power vaults. This would force the government to fully support our new power system, Jordan.

Instead of using electriciy, Jordan captures the energy of Pokemon attacks and turns them into a plasma-like substance that can be used for power. Simply genius.

Awaiting your confirmation, Headmaster.

Sincerely,
Olaf Jun"

Mewtwo turned around and looked at Olaf, who looked like he had just shit himself from fright. Mewtwo smiled and said, "When do we start?"
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Drew was the contest king. May was the Princess of Hoenn. What better match could there possibly be? Drew ran his fingers through her chestnut colored hair, feeling every strand with his pale fingers. May stared at his green eyes, the same color as his hair, as they laid on the couch together.

May couldn't help feeling bad about the ribbon she sent to Ash. The note must've really hurt him. Drew cheered her up a bit, though.

"Oh come on, May!" He said to her. "Ash is delusional. He's stupid. Why should you care about him?" May bit her lip a bit, but acted like the words comforted her. Sure, Drew could be a douche sometimes, but he was also fun to be around most of the time.

"Do you think we could get married someday?" Asked May. Drew gave no response. She looked over and noticed that he had fallen asleep. She frowned and pushed him off of the bed.

"Can you try and pay attention when I speak to you? Ash always liked talking to me, but it seems like you never do!" She said angrily.

"I thought you were trying to forget about that moron." Mocked Drew. May sighed and replied, "I am. And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell like that." At that moment, Drew picked her up and put her on his shoulder. He carried her outside, turned her upside down, and gave her a nice, long, passionate kiss.

May thought of one thing afterwards. "Ash never did that."
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