Author: EvilEevee
Displacement
The sky is clear tonight. The stars are so clear and bright, it seems as if I could reach out and gather them, glittering, in my arms.
I am called Mew. Is that really my name? Did I have another name? My memories span centuries, but I can’t remember many of my very first memories. I only remember a few things, the most important things. I was confused then, but I am older now, much older, and have learned much. I can make sense of my memories, and understand…
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Part One
I am cradled in Mother’s arms. I am looking up into her warm, caring eyes. I know of nothing but love.
Mother holds me close to her, but I can see out the window. I look out at an endless black expanse, tiny flecks of light sweeping past as our ship moves out farther into space.
We are there, wherever this “there” is. I am confused. This is not home. This is a gray place, a metal place. I want to leave. I want to be home, with my family and my room to float around in with all my toys. I want to play outside in the garden and pick leaves from the tiny blue plants and bask in the sun’s life-beams. I want home. I start to cry.
Mother comes and picks me up and holds me, stroking my ears. She speaks to me while making quiet, comforting sounds. {‘Do not be afraid, my dear. We will not stay here forever. I need to stay here for a while, and work here, and then we will go home. If only your father was alive to take care of you…’} Her mind-voice, spoken with her psychic powers, is beautiful to me. I stop crying.
There are many Others in this metal place floating with the stars. There are the fat pink ones, two kinds of them. There are the blue and purple ones, with the spikes. And of course, there are my own kind. I am still a baby, a child, the only young one of my kind in this place. I still have pink skin. When I am older, I will be blue; purple-blue, metallic blue, green-blue, deep blue, sky blue, ocean blue. Like my Mother.
I hear a loud noise, repeating itself. I hear a voice; I don’t know what it is saying. I float across the room that Mother and I share to look out the window. The stars are strange today. There is something awful, something wrong with the stars. They are blurred and distorted. I see a bright line grow in the distance. It is getting bigger, coming closer. It branches, growing more writhing whips of light. The bright web is all I can see now, filling my field of vision. I cannot see the stars. Mother runs through the door, picks me up and a few of our things, and carries me out of our room. She runs with me to another place a short distance away. There are others here, most of them in front of glowing, flickering boards. The loud noise continues to repeat itself. The others are talking frantically. I am confused and frightened. I huddle close to Mother. She is talking to another person, one of the pink ones with large green eyes. There is a window in this room. I can see the web of light through it. It surrounds our floating metal place. The bright light-whips are melting together now, and there are black patches, rimmed with color, growing in the light. I hear the Others’ confused, panicked voices. Mother is confused too. {‘I- I don’t know what is happening.’} she tells me. I want to be home now, more than I ever have over these past few weeks. I start to cry. One of the black patches, a mouth of darkness with rainbow fangs, grows larger than the others. It swallows us up, we are hurled into the hole in space…
I am alone. I can see, feel, hear nothing but a swirl of confusion. I am being carried along by an unknown force, through space, and backwards through time. I see a blue and white sphere against strange stars…
(Earth, 50,000 years ago)
I feel and hear an enormous CRASH! Mother and I are thrown back onto a chair, but she protects me. All the others are thrown back too. Slowly, they get up. Mother gets up too, groaning, and strokes my ears. I don’t understand some of the words she says to me, but I am calmed. {‘It’s all right, my dear. The time-space rift that opened near the station, it’s over, and you’re all right.’} One of the purple ones with spikes speaks to Mother and points up at the ceiling. There is a crack in the ceiling, probably from the big jolt. I can see blue sky outside, with white and wispy clouds. I can feel a gentle breeze coming through. It feels fresh in my lungs after the weeks of metal place air. Am I finally home?
No one was killed after these strange things happened, so some of the others go outside the now destroyed ship to explore. I am not home. This is not where I want to be, where I belong. This new place is beautiful, but strange. The Pokémon we see and hear are not ones we recognize from our planets. One of the fat pink ones with black-tipped ears says that, after comparing the locations of some stars he knows to their locations in this new place’s night sky, we are in a distant, unexplored region of the galaxy. We are far from our home planets, and now that our ship is destroyed, we can never go back.
I am dying. Mother is dying. The other adults of my kind are dying too. Without our sun’s life-beams, or a special machine that creates them artificially for use away from our sun, my kind cannot live for more than several days. I need the special rays that our sun releases to live. The others that were on the ship do not need them. Our special machine was broken in the crash. Mother is weak and in pain, but she still holds me close and speaks to me, sings to me. I can feel her love for me.
I see one of this new planet’s Pokémon approaching. It is a nearly shapeless pink blob, but it has two small eyes and a tiny mouth. It speaks in its language. “Dit dittooo?” it says to us. Can it sense our pain? It crawls closer. “Ditto dittoo too?” It sees me, huddled in the grass by Mother. It comes toward me. I shrink back in fear. Mother reassures me. {‘Maybe it can help you. I will protect you if it tries to hurt you.’} Her breathing is labored, but her mind-voice is clear. I trust Mother, and watch the pink thing. I am aching all over from lack of life-beams. The other adults of my kind, and some of the Others from our ship, watch the pink thing and me. The pink thing speaks to me. “Ditto dit dittoo too?” It extends its strange body towards me. I reach out to touch the creature with my tiny hand, “Too ditto!” It touches my outstretched hand. At the spot where we touch, my skin begins to glow. I am afraid. But Mother will know if it is hurting me. She will protect me. I trust Mother.
I watch as the pink thing begins to cover my fingertips with its strange, gooey body. I am afraid, but I know Mother is watching. I look at the pink thing and see its tiny eyes tightly shut with pain. I look closer at the spot where it is touching my hand and see that I am absorbing some of its body matter! Then I feel a wonderful sensation; my need for life-beams is slipping away from me! The pain eases away from my body, starting in my arm and moving on to the rest of me. Suddenly, I feel a strange something in my tail. I look behind and see that my tail is becoming longer and slimmer! My ears are becoming bigger and pointier, my feet become more like paws, but my legs become longer. I am physically changing! What has this creature given me? I see Mother, the other adults of my kind, and the Others stare in surprise as they see my changes. The pink thing, not noticeably smaller even though it has given me some of itself, moves away from me. I feel a spark of hope; maybe this strange creature can save Mother and the other adults of my kind! The pink thing crawls toward Mother, the closest adult. The other adults look on hopefully. The pink goo thing reaches out towards Mother and touches her. Mother closes her eyes, hoping that the pain will be relieved by this strange creature. But something is wrong. The creature is not giving Mother the transform power it gave me. The pink thing slowly backs off, confused. It tries to give the transform power to another adult of my kind, but fails on him too. It tries to help each one of the dying adults, but it cannot help them as it helped me.
Mother speaks to the creature. {‘My child is young. Its psychic powers are yet uncontrolled. That is why it can levitate, but adults cannot because we use our powers to think and to speak. Its body is not yet in its final form, and is still open to change. That is why you could help my child, but not the rest of us. It is not your fault.’} The creature seems to understand. It looks at me, and then at Mother and the other adults it tried to save. The pink thing seems anguished that it could not save all of us from life-beam starvation. I think it would have gladly given each of us the transformation power, even if the creature died doing so.
“Ditto ditto, dit dittooo…” Tears well up in its eyes. There is nothing more it can do.
Mother is very weak now. She can barely speak, she can only send vague ideas. She is going to die soon. Mother…
Five of the sixteen adults of my kind that were on our now destroyed ship are dead from lack of life-beams. The Others and their children are doing all they can to make the remaining eleven, including Mother, as comfortable as possible in their last hours. Mother has no words of comfort for me, only thoughts of love. She still strokes me behind my ears.
I am floating in the treetops by the place where Mother is. This is a beautiful new place we have been brought to, even if it is not home. Wonderful fluffy white clouds in the daytime, but the nights are beautiful too. The star patterns are different here. I have started to give names to some of them.
I hear a psychic cry in my mind. Mother! I fly down from the sky to see her. One of the Others, pink with black-tipped ears, is checking Mother’s life signs. I land by Mother’s side. Mother looks up at me and tries to stroke my ears. She is too weak, so I huddle against her chest. I can hear her heartbeat, though it is faint. Mother is dying. I start to cry. I will be alone without Mother. She gathers her strength, and gasping with effort, puts her arm around me. I cry to her. She does not answer at first. Then I feel emotions -not words, but emotions- from her. Sadness that she must leave me when I am still a child. Regret that she will not see me grow up, and that she cannot see more of this beautiful new planet. Happiness that the Others are safe, that they are here to take care of me and teach me. Joy that I am healthy and free in this world, that I have a lifetime of new things awaiting me. And last of all, love. Simple, pure, love for me. I lie on her chest, feeling her emotions pour into me, hanging on to her love for me. I see her close her eyes. She is breathing more slowly and softly. Mother is dying. I grip her hand tight. {‘Mother…Mother, don’t leave me! I love you!’} She does not answer, she merely keeps on with her flow of love. {‘MOTHER! I love you, Mother! Mother, please, don’t leave me…’} Her hand clasps mine as I continue crying. {‘Mother…Mother…’} Her emotion flow fades away. Mother’s arm is limp. I lie on Mother’s chest, still sobbing. I am alone.
I look up. One of the Others comes closer, to try to comfort me. I rise from Mother’s body and streak into the night sky, leaving a trail of bright red light behind me.
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