The Hacker [Pokemon Fanfiction]

The Hacker: Chapter 28

"Rest at ease, I wish to not fight," the creature soothed, the trainers beside me sheathing their pokeballs from sight. Her softened gaze softly scanned each of us, wincing as it glided over me. Her small chest puffed like a robin trying to seem dominant, "I know you all. I have read your minds, your hearts and your souls." Her eyes faltered towards me, "If I hadn't known already."

Mew's mind looked as if it were racing between our trio, hesitantly to make a selection of sorts. "Mew," was all I could utter.

"I'm coming," Mewtwo's voice shook solely me from wherever he was, chilling my deepest bones.

I believe the god before me was able to sense the fear that slipped from my being, her head nodding softly to decide, "I know everything about this mission. About what is to come of me," the legendary swerved in the air, explaining to us in a knowing tone. "And, I will do so. To save this world I love. But, I must be able to trust you all."

I should turn around, I told myself. Just leave, because she can't trust me.

"Tell me what truly lies in your hearts. Reveal to me a single haunting secret that tears you to pieces by every breath you take. Who knows, the more you say, the chances may heighten of living." Mew drifted over to Blue, her small paw tickling the skin of his forehead. "You first. The boy of the Façade."

For once, this ego I've known had not shown anger, or confusion, or sadness. A mangled mess of hatred, sorrow and a broken past. His head pointed down. He really had no words to give the Mirage, just the truth to us all, "Daisy and I have been on our own since I was only five. Living with our grandfather Professor Oak. But why? Why..." His lips curled back like a Persian in the starts of a fight. "Geovanni. That's why."

Red and I waited, attentively listening to this boy's story that he kept concealed for so long. He had most surely displayed a magnificent façade for his life. Even I was barely able to believe the story I would be told.

"No one knew the name 'Team Rocket' back then. My family and I lived a nice quiet life in Celadon City. My mom and dad had run the Game Corner," he hissed out, his demeanor fallen. "That was until a band of thugs broke in. Well, that isn't right. Mom and Dad going to open the Game Corner one morning, like they usually do, when two gun was suddenly pressed to the base of each of their skulls. Forced to enter the building. Where they were shot. It wasn't for many years later on my own Journey across the Kanto region that I learned it was Geovanni himself who killed them. A man prided for never dirtying his hands, leaving it to the grunts. That was a lie... And so what him disappearing."

His knuckles where a frost white, the edges of his bone almost translucently seen though his skin from how hard his fists were furled. "Take your time." Mew eased, "We have it."

No we don't. We don't have any time. I told myself, reflecting on how Mewtwo could come in at any moment. Why is Mew doing this?

Blue nodded tiredly, letting his fingers roll out from their balled up states. "I waited in the gym a night, After Red had finally crushed Team Rocket for good. After Leaf defeated me at the pokemon League. I waited in that gym. I just wanted to know why. So why was his answer that he didn't even remember them?" His voice escalated. "He killed them and he didn't even remember! I lost it... He's dead. Geovanni is dead now. I didn't think it would end like that. I didn't, I swear. It just happened. I was angry, I shoved him into one of those gym statues he has a-and it came down right on him. The blood, oh Arceus, so much blood. There was no way he could have lived.

"But that wasn't the end. I little voice called from another corridor, 'Father?' it asked. A young boy, with blood red hair popped around the corner, with silver dime eyes." Blue gritted his teeth angrily, his voice though beginning to fracture. "He had a son. Now, how was I any better that the monster who killed my parents? I didn't mean it, but--- but still. The child looked between his father and me, horrified. I pulled him aside and spoke to the boy. His name was Silver. I told him that in this world being eaten by the Glitch, only the strong would be able to live--- to survive. And that is father wasn't strong enough. It was the worst thing I could say, because it wasn't even true. But it was all I could say. And the child- Silver just looked at me, his face turning harsh before nodding. He claimed: 'I will be the strongest. And I will beat you one day.' before running off out of the gym. I don't think I'll ever see him again."