Project X - Red x Mutant! Reader

Away.

You needed to get away from it all. The crazy scientists, the horrible experiments, the weird project that was supposed to be a clone of some rare and powerful Pokemon.

You were only twelve, but you were also probably stronger and smarter than your captors. Of course, they built you that way. They made you into a super human, able to learn and use any Pokemon move with ease.

But you're just the prototype of a super soldier. Once they finish their clone of Mew, Mewtwo they call it, they won't need you anymore and you'll be scraped. Mewtwo was supposed to have the strength and power of a god.

You weren't always a mutant freak, subject of a criminal organization's sick torture. You can remember, just barely, the meadow just outside of Pallet Town where you would play with your Eevee and best friends. You remember the warm smell of your home after your mother baked cookies from scratch.

You can also remember the smell of smoke and the screams of your mother telling you to get out of the house before the flames reached you. You remember being scarred for life as you watched oranges and reds lick at the wood and barely touch the sky as the roof of the building you had been in only seconds ago collapsed, crushing your family inside.

You were the only person to escape, you and your Eevee. Soot covered your (s/t) skin, the ends of your (h/c) hair charred at the ends. You were only five years old when you was orphaned, the only things that tied you to your past were the name _____ ______, your Pokemon, and the Thunderstone necklace you received for your third birthday from your friends, a girl with dazzling blue eyes, a boy with vivid green eyes, and another boy who had deep red eyes.

You knew the fire wasn't an accident, you could smell the gasoline burning outside the rubble that had been your house. You didn't know who would have caused the fire until you heard the dark chuckle of a man.

He introduced himself as Giovanni, the leader of an elite criminal organization called Team Rocket. This man told you your father was a traitor and had to be eliminated. He hadn't expected anyone to survive, and he couldn't have anyone spilling secrets so you were taken in. Not as an adopted daughter, oh no. "Can't waste resources," he said. "We needed a new lab rat anyways."

You were bagged and shipped off to Cerulean City, in an underground lab. You then spent your life as a test subject. They made you into a creature able to memorize encyclopedias of knowledge, able adapt to any harsh situations they threw at you, able to take down Pokemon 5 times your size, able to learn and successfully use any Pokemon move in a battle situation.

They also unknowingly gave you the ability to hate with your entire being. You hated them for what they did to you, for what you saw them to do other innocent Pokemon. As a child, you had no idea such evil existed, know you lived through it daily. You learned that if a person was kind to you, it was only to watch you suffer later. You could trust no one.

You wanted out, and you wanted to destroy this horrible place as you left. You secretly memorized floor schematics to the control room, guard watch routines, when the white coats took their normal coffee breaks.

You plotted in the secrecy of your head your escape. You had it down to a science, running different scenarios in your head on what could happen. Nothing could stop you.

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Today was the day.

Clutching Eevee to your chest (for some reason they let you keep her), you concentrate and Teleport outside of your cell and into the hall. An alarm goes off somewhere, and men in white coats rush over to you to sedate and restrain you. You breathe in slowly, using Flame Wheel and Safe Guard to keep them away from you as you rush to the main control room. Your bare feet run across the cold linoleum floor and you pry open the metal door.

Once you get there, you start to charge up for the series of moves that you had planned to use. Blind rage consumed you though, and you no longer can control yourself. A sharp pain shoots through your head as fire, water, bits of metal, and electricity turn into a cyclone around you and take down everything in the lab.

Soon enough, the lab is reduced to rubble, but adrenaline and rage still clouds your mind as buildings around you are destroyed. You hear the screams of civilians as your (h/l) hair whips in the wind. You barely register the shouts that a mutant Pokemon is on the loose and going to kill everyone.

Everyone is running away from the terror that is you, except one. A Trainer who looks about your age with a Pokemon you recognized as a Pikachu running next to him.

He says something, you can't really understand it. Suddenly, a violent volt of electricity hits you, the adrenaline in your blood dissolving. The cyclone that had been around you disappearing as you fall. You hit the dirt below with a thud and your vision becomes blurry."Good job Pika! That Thunderbolt must have knocked that Pokemon out!" the boy runs up to you, probably to finish you off.

Your Eevee rips the Thunderstone necklace from your neck and starts to glow. Eevee suddenly stopped glowing after a minute or two, but she wasn't Eevee anymore. She was a beautiful Jolteon, with yellow and white fur, rigid from the electricity as sparks danced around her.

Your newly evolved Pokemon growled in a low tone as the Trainer got closer to you. He had messy black hair under a baseball cap and pale skin. His denim jeans were faded and his shoes looked like he had walk all over Kanto in them.

"Oh my god, is that a girl?!" he rushes over to your limp body, only to be stop by your Pokemon. She attempts to jump at him, but his Pikachu intervenes.

Your vision is starting to darken with red as more seconds pass. The boy reaches you and dribbles some water from a bottle into your mouth. You slowly slip back into consciousness that you know won't last long and your (e/c) eyes refocus.

Looking up, the last thing you register is a pair of red eyes gazing down at you before you pass out.