The roaring wave of cerulean water whipped up, the stray droplets beading off into the air wildly. The Surf attack launched fiercely towards our enemy who erected a force field of power. Vaporeon's ocean exploded against Mewtwo's shield like the waves that crashed against bluffs, spraying out like Butterfree wings. Our opponent smirked, a psychic outline tracing our water before she threw it back at us at quadruple force. The blades of fined water cut across Vaporeon as he cried out with a twinge of pain, a few scathes of water nicking me.

"Vaporeon use Ice Beam and hold him in place!" I commanded breathlessly.

My eeveelution nodded, his ego being shuffled aside, as from the agape mouth he held an Alice blue frosted together into an orb. It shot out spastically around the room. Each block that the beam struck had become coated in a glittering sheen of ice. And Mewtwo added to the rooms glistening, another Barrier surrounding himself to reflect the icebound laser. He moved his barriers like a pocket mirror around our battle ground though his psychic powers, reflecting the beam to move in the direction he wished upon. The ice crawled up over to where Vaporeon waited, encasing my pokemon within a glacier.

I called out my pokemon's name, just to see his face frozen in anguish. A single paw raising as if ready to run.

Mewtwo smirked, "Silly child. I am linked to your mind. I know every move you are about to command before it even crosses your little brain."

I didn't want to respond, not playing his game. "Now, go Marowak!" The pokeball arced over the make-shift field. The ground type burst forth from her capsule, landing to the floor to send up a plume of dust that matched her coloring.

"Not going to use your precious Venusaur?" Our enemy inquired, "Either you really are on my side, or she is too busy on healing duty." He snickered, obsidian eyes darting over to where Venusaur nuzzled Blue encouragingly. The ginger trainer though could only groan in pain. The grass-type also bared her leaves far to bask in the broken rays of light that reached the room for salvation. "He will not be up for quite a while. Surprised he even lived. Well, once this little battle is wrapped up, he won't be too longer."

He survived because of Mew. It made sense. Mew knew that this was going to happen, didn't she? So she had us reveal dark secrets that could possibly just keep us a live for a bit longer. But why didn't Red make it? Why, of all people, didn't he? That's all that ran through my mind as I battled with a resounding vigor.

He was right that I wouldn't battle with Venusaur. Not anymore. She and I had already battled Mewtwo moments ago, but I called her back as she choked on her last bits of health. To take care of herself and Blue. Looking at her, the photosynthesis of just being a grass pokemon could barely heal the slashes that gashed across her toad-shaped face. The chlorophyll gelatin-like blood that she possessed gleamed in the light as her heavy breaths broke off rhythm.

Shaking my head, I swiftly swung my focus back to the fight ahead. Mind reeling with any sort of strategy. "Use Bonemerang."

The bone-keeper grunted in agreement as she wound up her arm, her leg slowly rising as a baseball player would to take a pitch. A swing was thrown with her immense power, only for Mewtwo to simply duck. "Your emotions are getting the better of both of you." The ivory weapon went whooshing just over him, no need for any psychic powers to turn the bone back so it may return to its master. Marowak grasped her club promptly, her eyes narrowing though her skull helmet angrily. "See?"

"Attack with Fissure!"

"Imprudent," Mewtwo remarked distastefully. But neither my pokemon nor I cared as the ground type shifted her feet in preparation of the attack. Her bone slammed against the remnants floors, creating a chasm below and rocks upturning down the way to catch on Mewtwo. The clone gracefully danced around each jagged stone before pulling in Marowak with his Psychic attack. The power engulfed the dust covered pokemon like a foil, dragging her close before slamming her about like a child would with a doll. Each impact caused the poor pokemon to scream. And with the control Mewtwo held, he slammed the crevasse that used to be at our feet. But not before plunging Marowak deep into there. Once the crack was shut, Mewtwo rose her like a zombie from the ground, tossing her limb body back to me.

Once she was close, I dropped close, checking her vitals. Alive. But just barely. I found myself sighing with relief. Just for surviving. My hand clenched a Masterball I had taken from Red's bag. My anger turning to throw it at the monster who harmed my little Marowak so badly. The creature was no longer amused with my antics, snapping up the purple cased sphere and shattering it in his three-fingered hand.

"Throw as many Masterballs you like. Send out what is left of your amateur team and fight me all at once. It will amount to nothing. I have already won." The fractured pokeball which contained Mew struggled to break free a few feet away as Mewtwo lectured.

I called back Marowak, my blood throbbing though my veins. "You haven't won. Not until I'm gone."

"Which will be soon, I presume, especially if you give up now."

"No way in hell am I giving up. I will win," I growled, tossing out a flying-fighting combo. Emerging mid-air, came a large flying type whose feathers grazed his temporary partner with ruby gloved fists. "Pidgeot, Wing Attack," I demanded. The tawny plumed Pokemon cooed obediently as he took off into the expansive room, dive bombing close to the opponent. Mewtwo swerved casually just into our trap, "Fire Punch!" Hitmonchan, with a vigor, prowled in wait just where we had assumed Mewtwo would lean to dodge Pidgeot. He spun his dominant arm before launching it from his elbow. Brilliant flames encased his entire arm and was in perfect accuracy to strike Mewtwo.

But as if time was slowed, the lavender skinned clone caught Hitmonchan's attack with his bare hand. The fire was extinguished by the suffocating grasp which only tightened. In Hitmonchan's pleading eyes, pain became the only feeling. Mewtwo emotionlessly twisted the fighting-type's arm, the snapping sound crackling across the walls. "Where is all that training you did? I thought you were strong."

"Chan!" The boxing creature croaked with agony infused with his voice. The Genetic pokemon shrugged before flipping the pokemon. My Hitmonchan was cucked into Pidgeot who had just taken a U-turn back to us. Both went tumbling like a ball bouncing into a street.

Mewtwo looked down at me, encroaching with a malevolence growing, "Cheater. Two against one."

"Liar," I spat back, scrambling my steps backwards.

Get more Masterballs. A familiar voice hushed to me softly, He cannot hear my voice in your head as I am linked. Only what you think.

"Pidgeot, fly to Red's bag and bring me all the Masterballs you can get a hold of." I directed. The bird with me just as long as Venusaur listened weakly.

"Those won't help. You've seen how I can crush them." Mewtwo told me coldly.

Create a distraction, Mew ordered me in a worry crushed voice, and get me out of this broken pokeball. You're blind struggle will do you no good.

I dared not disobey the pokemon of all pokemon, grabbing all the capsules that Pidgeot had nudged over to me, "Now, use Quick Attack, repetitively," Pidgeot nodded, his eyes never showing any sort of disloyalty as he took off. Every second he slammed into a Barrier formed by Mewtwo. I knew it wouldn't damage, but it was distraction enough.

"Get to Mew's pokeball and use Bullet Punch, Hitmonchan." I whispered to my panting humanoid pokemon. He gave a grunt, tearing his way to where the cracked pokeball waited for him.

"I heard you!" Mewtwo shouted, either amusement or annoyance threading into his voice. Inches from Hitmonchan's fist bashing against the spherical technology, a psychic power grabbed ahold of him and dragged the fighting type into the air. Mewtwo found a delight as he tossed about my fighting type into Pidgeot who attempted to dodge futilely.

Just as I predicted.

With a Masterball in hand, I found my way over to Mew's pokeball. And began to smash the capturing devices together. Sparks sent out like using flint and steel, the crack on Mew's capsule furthering like a spider web. Light drooled out of the fractures before a sparkling white explosion threw me back, both of the devises breaking apart into thousands of pieces.

"I'm free! " Mew cried, spinning around playfully before a feathered body was hurled towards her. Mewtwo had sent Pidgeot with his psychic powers toward her, the small legend being able to evade in just in the split moment. My flying-type was not so lucky, sliding down a weathered wall with a snapped crow. I returned him regretfully along with Hitmonchan who had given up the struggle against Mewtwo's reach only seconds ago.

"I must admit, you had me fooled for a moment," the clone confessed, only adding wood to his fire. "But not anymore," he looked between Mew and me with an entertained face, "You expect to win with Mew? I was designed to surpass her. Don't think you have even a sliver of a chance."

Mew's spine stiffened as her lips curled back angrily, "You? A version of me! Mewtwo, we fought once at the Pokemon Mansion. You attacked me in one of my weakest form. You are nothing but a poor copy taking advantage of weakness."

"That is the only way to successes in life," Mewtwo retorted angrily, "and I am no one's copy!" The clone rejected himself, pressing the cuffs of his palms together. From the center, a golden light formed with energy drawing slowly into a swirling sphere.

Mew waited tentatively by myside. I will talk to you solely through your mind for warnings. That is a Hyper Beam he is forming. Now tell me what to do!

"How am I supposed to who what you even can use? I knew you as a Vulpix, which means those moves were only from your attack, Transform." I answered her. Whether verbal or mental, Mewtwo would have heard anyways.

Well, that is one of them. You also taught me Skull Bash from TM, meaning I do actually know that. I am also able to use Light Screen and Psychic. She informed, nervousness pulling at her clenched muscles as the attack ahead grew larger.

"Evade the attack then. Followed by Transform." I gave calmly my words, trying to seem so. I thought that if I looked tranquil, Mew would calm also.

She nodded to me committing. Right then, the attack was launched. The flying beam of thousands of waves launched towards Mew. She acrobatically flipped around it, skimming dangerously close. Her entire body changing its form. Her appendages stretched like putty in a dulled illumination. Before we knew it, there were two Mewtwos facing one another.

He knows Psychic, Hyper Beam, Seismic Toss and Barrier. She informed me, taking on his attacks. What shall I do?

"Seismic Toss." I said, even though I knew fighting was weak on a psychic type, Mewtwo must pause for a minute to regain energy from that Hyper Beam. Mew understood and, in the same skin that Mewtwo displayed, she lunged for our opponent. She grabbed him close and the two took off into the sky, circling dangerously.

"Who is the copy now?" Mewtwo snapped, pushing away before impact with a Psychic attack crushing all the false bones Mew had created in her transformation. He pulled her away before the seismic toss could be fulfilled.

"How--- Stupid partial trapping glitch..." I muttered. Recalling that in the original games, if Hyper Beam missed then the user did not have to rest and recharge for a move. This was fixed in generation two.

Mew was thrown back behind me, her illusionary form dissolving with her fall to cut down the damage she would receive. I looked back at her, asking with my eyes if she could continue.

Of course.

"Then use Skull Bash."

Mew's pink little head tucked into the back of her shoulders, her body becoming riled for this attack. Mewtwo though just waited, his arms spread in waiting. Once the blue eyed legendary was ready; she launched like a bullet from the barrel of a gun, her head curled over so that she would make impact just between her ears. It looked like it would make it. The speed was perfect.

The power was perfect.

The accuracy was perfect.

The opponent was too perfect. His hand shot out, capturing Mew in his hands and brutally threw her off. The rest of our battle would follow suit like this. My mauve original floundering at the feet of her superior clone. On occasions, we would strike him with any sort of scratch.

At one point, the First root of all pokemon came close to me, her tail trying to whip feebly as the ruins were in better state than she was.

I'm breaking the link, Leaf. The rest is up to you. She heaved, the pokemon barely able to stay afloat. Her body beginning to reveal numbers though out them. I knew when she separated from my mind, because a haunting feeling of loneliness soon ensued.

I didn't scan my world, just asked with a broken voice. "Do you truly know how it feels to be a genius, imposter?"

He scoffed, "What are you getting at?"

"Do you want to know how it feels?"

"What are you playing at?"

I shook my head, giving a smile that took all my strength to hold. "Nothing. But this is how I survived your mind melt attack. Because I can feel it every day."

Let go. That's all I had to do. And so I did.

The sound of the flittering pokemon outside amplified. The ocean rising and falling. My mind began to analyze each dust that floated though the electromagnetic waves shot from the sun, called sunlight. The invisible lines and numbers dividing the room into thousands of pieces. The pain had Mewtwo beginning to curl over. "Stop! Stop!"

"It's too big, isn't it?" I was able to pick out the composition of the atmosphere around us once again, 78% Nitrogen, 21% Oxygen, the final 1% being hydrogen, Neon, carbon, krypton etc. So much. The composition of the ruins were clay bricks and a make-shift mud glue.

"What?" He seethed, all his powers rendering useless as his mind burns.

I let out a light breath, "The world. Now, you are the one who has lost."

"Impossible!" Mewtwo cried, feeling a sting of defeat overwhelming his breaking mind. "You cannot do something like this!"

"I can do anything, Mewtwo." I assured as the Masterball struck his forehead, Mew being the one who carried the capsule over as the pain of a world too big overwhelmed me as well. It sucked him deep into the depths of my capture. As the sphere rolled across the ground, I hissed out the heavy air that filled my lungs. My mind forcing for focus.

A wistfulness to change everything came over, being drown by mournful truth. The truth that I am an enemy to this world, and starting over would do no difference if not make it worse.

"Because I am The Hacker."

The mauve skinned creature which assisted in this fight trembled, scars tearing across her body like whips had been thrashed against her. The action descending into a fall, I shook just as hard as she did. The fear I felt. The hollow loneliness. The adrenaline wore thin.

"I'm so sorry, Mew."

"Do not be, child." She breathed, her lamenting eyes gazing at me with nothing but an undeserved kindness as her telepathy continued to speak to me. "I saw it all. The fall, your heart, I knew this was what it would lead to. I never blamed you for a single action."

My shoulders trembled, my head shaking back and forth. "I pushed it all to the end. If I didn't even get involved..."

The mirage gently tipped my head up with her fine fingers, expression filled with a burdened wisdom. "Do not regret anything you have done, child. You broke a man of his player streak, opened up a man who had shut out the world, and truly tried. That is nothing to regret, but if it really is hurting you as much as I see," she slowly tilted her head, "then I forgive you, if that means anything. Now, I would like to take one final flight. I will keep flying until you remove my code. I want the last thing I see to be the world I came to love. Away from you and everything. I was never meant to be found in the first place."

My eyes trailed the first pokemon as she flew out from the crystalline structure's crumbling roofing, a single glittering drop trailing behind her. My breath was as shaky as the creature in soaring was, but I managed to catch it. An artificial Anesthetize slowly numbing my body, sent from my own mind.

I ran a hand over Venusaur, whispering in her ear to use Frenzy plant. The pokemon with a melancholy air nodded reluctantly before raising a makeshift cage around Blue. "Release him when you see the Glitch receding." I spoke distantly, digging about a human's corpse for their bag. For a moment, my face broke staring at the boy I would never speak to again. Seeing the Red I would never hold again. His skin was cold. Very cold.

I took in some air, tossing his bag carelessly over my shoulder when I rose back up. With hazed eyes, I nodded over to my pokemon to stay. So, slowly I meandered down the steps I came, feeling the age and weathering they had endured each step, every one threatening to break at any moment.

I had reached the end.

I flopped onto the golden sand lifelessly, opening my laptop, "Time to hack everything out," shooting a glance at the Masterball containing Mewtwo, my face tugged awkwardly. "I might just hack him out too. He was caught in a hacked Masterball." My heart starting to scream as the truth tore at me.

With no one around, I found myself speaking aloud. "I know, I know. They won't know. Blue. Eos. They don't need to, do they?"

"... But. That's wrong. They deserve the truth."

"But how do I tell them? How can I? Each bit of it can be misunderstood."

"Unless I start from the beginning." Slowly, my finger dragged against the mouse pad and I opened a Word Document. "I have to write this quickly. I don't even know if this will get out to them... Ah... I have internet--- Kind of weird. Google... Writing sites. If I can get anyone to read this... It might reach them here too. Okay, here and here. I'll import the story from word. I have to be quick though." And so I wrote my story.

That's the end of it.

Yes, I wrote this on Microsoft Word. From chapter 1 to chapter 29.

As I have typed this story on my original laptop. In another window I opened up my hacking application. The one containing all the hacks that I need to delete, tears are rushing down my burning face. Gosh, I promised I wasn't going to cry anymore...But, I remember everything. And it hurts. Now? One simple click and everything will be restored to normal... I wonder if you have figured it out yet.

Why I was actually sucked into the game.

I have.

It wasn't a fail-safe set up by some physiologically disturbed game creator.

It was a glitch overlapped with a hack. When I threw my Gameboy against the wall and it shattered, the game was damaged. And when I began to hack, I made a mistake. Two small digits were reversed. I...

Hacked myself into the game.

Don't worry, my codes are already part of the file in the other window. I am ready to delete it all. Dear Arceus, I get it now. Why Blue always looked the other way saying, "Yeah. Something like that." I'm not returning home.

Ever.

Blue, Arceus, I have no clue where to start with him. He knew what I was the entire time, didn't he? He knew I was destroying the world he was programmed into. I mean, I was a foreign object literally hacked into the game, damaging it from my very impossibility. And still he still found room in his arrogant heart for me. Now, his family's gone. He's going to be alone.

Red, I'm pretty sure he never learned that I was everything wrong with this world. He was still always there, no matter how much the disintegrating world would affect him. How it had taken Pallet Town so fast. His mother. How my actions had took him. If I wasn't here, they'd all be okay.

Even if I remove all the hacks, nothing will go back to normal when I really think about it. It will stay broken. They just have to choose to repair it themselves. But so much is lost already, what's the point? I could just go with this world. With them.

No, I can't. I never belonged here in the first place... So what gives me the right to stay?

What gives me the right to take more lives for my selfish heart? It already took the one who meant the most.

Dear Arceus, I can't even comprehend how much I am in love with him. I decided who it was I really was in love with, too late. Maybe if I realized it was him, he wouldn't have had so much still locked within him. If he told me. Yet I still write this letter, knowing he'll never read it.

To my love,

I hope you know that, I am so sorry. Please, I know you still held a spite in your heart for me, though you acted as if you forgave me. All of this, was my fault. I can't bring back how much that has already been lost, but maybe I can help the others live correctly. I'm sorry that you will never know because I was too slow to tell you.

To you, whom this story may concern,

Maybe you think I'm crazy. Maybe I am. That's what happens when you're in love. For me, the numbers and variables became insignificant.

I loved him. And that was the beginning and end of everything I had known and what is to know.

I can barely breathe at the moment, but please listen. Now, don't do what I have done. Don't hack. Don't cheat. Don't start over when something didn't go your way. Don't regret. I'm not saying life is going to be perfect, it never is. I'm not telling you to live life perfectly. That is truly impossible. And I'm not telling you to live life in a bubble, because that's deadly. Life, it is something where your mistakes will always follow you. But it is your choice to let them haunt you. It's also your choice to turn around and make peace with your demons. Inner or outer.

And if you love someone, don't let fear hold you back from saying so.

I did. And maybe if I hadn't... Maybe this all would have ended differently.

Time is so precious. Don't waste it and whatever you do, believe in it. Your actions, hobbies, believes. It all makes what is your time. Even if it is odd, strange, taboo. Someday, you will find a person who sees everything that is you as the shimmering aurora borealis.

Red, you were my fire. It's my fault that the flame was fizzled away like a candle on a windy night. Even when the coldest days come and the storms rage at their fiercest, I will never forget that inferno that I fell so deeply in love with.

Thank you Blue, for teaching and guiding me. I am where I am now because of you. Things probably could have went a lot worse. Even if it didn't go right, it was good to have a friend.

Okay, I'm done. I just have to hit the 'Delete' key. Give me a second, I want some meaningful last words (And who really wants to die?)---

My swollen eyes turned up to look at the star filled with millions of diamond flicks which started to blink out of the inky night. A creeping code encroaching as I gave a final haunted smile with salty tears slipping past my lips. I won the war. I won like I always wanted to, like I always decided. But now I have to look at everything I lost to get this. To win, I had to lose.

"Stupid numbers wrecked it all, why did I ever put them there in the first place?"

-I AM SORRY, THIS PLAYER,"LEAF GREEN" AND/OR "LEAF VERDE", WHOM YOU SPEAK OF IS NOT IN OUR SYSTEM-