~Who Am I?~

~Who Am I?~
May 2nd 2016
Drama
Pokemon


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Few Pokemon are given the responsibility to look after the well-being of both humans and Pokemon alike. Shong Tabusa, a mewthreeSince then, from South Korea is no stranger to the medical field. He is passionate about his work, and strives to cure any ailment he faces in his patients. Though, his exceptional intelligence and drive wasn't enough to cure himself of his own disease.... the darkness that resided inside. Chaos, in it's purest form.
  Night after night, Shong had nightmares that he was trapped in a dark room, and heard distorted voices laughing at him. He would wake up with his blue fur covered in sweat, and his eyes as red as rubies. His wife, Iyoko, knew her husband harbored a chaos form, and resented the fact there was little she could do to ease his situation. Overtime, the nightmares and occasional bouts of violence increased, and Shong found himself unable to be around his wife. He felt that if he were around her any longer, he would eventually lose control and try to harm her.
  "You must not come near me. I could hurt you... if I did, I'd never forgive myself." Shong muttered. He had locked himself in the basement, determined to avoid harming those around him.
  Iyoko frowned upon hearing her husbands words. It pained her to know that Shong was in so much physical and emotional distress. "Honey, maybe you'd feel better if you do some meditation like you did back when we were engaged."
  Meditation, yes, that always seemed to help Shong back then. He stopped practicing it after they had Zeik, as work and fatherhood gave him less time to relax and unwind. Since then, they had another son named Kuroko, who was born a couple months ago. Shong resisted as much as possible to lose his temper around Kuroko. He was only a baby, and could seriously injure him or even kill him if he were to strike. How could he meditate now though? His head was throbbing with pain, and he didn't sleep well for the past few weeks.
  Suddenly, without warning, the pain escalated. Shong roared in pain. From behind the door, Iyoko gasped, startled. She tried opening the door, but it wouldn't budge. Shong had kept it in place with psychic. A dark purple liquid started to seep from his skin. It was excruciating, some something was tearing at his flesh from the inside out. The purple liquid continued to run from his body, collecting into a pile in the middle of the basement floor. After all of the liquid had run from Shong's body, the liquid started to morph into a strange shape. It formed arms, legs, a tail, and other features... it looked like... a mewthree... but something wasn't right with it. How could a mewthree just come out of another being? It just wasn't possible, so Shong thought.
 The newly formed Mewthree stood there silently for a few minutes. It eyed around the room, observing it's surroundings. From the looks of it, it was male, like Shong was. The mewthree turned his attention to Shong, who was trembling with freight. He kneeled down to get a better look at him. "Who... are you?"
  Shong could hardly believe it. This thing was talking to him! "I-I'm Shong. Shong Tabusa." He gulped, scared for his life.
 The mewthree tilted his head to one side. He looked Shong over, studying him. "Then... who am I?"
 Shong was unsude what to say. What was this creature? Why did it come out of his body? He had so many questions that he wanted answered. At that moment he realized that his head didn't hurt anymore, and that he didn't feel tired. Was the presence of this creature what caused him this pain? Is it possible this creature is... his chaos form? As an independent being? "I-I don't know who you are." He released his psychic power on the door. He was too fixated on the new mewthree to care about his surroundings.
 Iyoko slammed the door open. She turned to her husband, and was relieved to see that he was okay. However, upon looking to the side, she saw the purple mewthree. She gasped at his red eyes and sharp claws. "Get away! Get out!" She stood in front of her husband. "You're not wanted here!"
  The mewthree blinked, surprised and noticeably hurt. He became a cloud of purple mist and exited the basement through a vent. After going outside, he reconstructed himself back into his mewthree form. All around him, he observed the trees swaying in the breeze, the dropping of petals from flowers, and the delicate tone of wind chimes.This was all new and interesting. He wanted to know more. So, he approached a stranger who was walking by.
 "What are all of..these things?" The mewthree motioned towards all directions.
 The stranger stood there, afraid of the mewthree. "Don't hurt me! Take anything! I don't care!" She cowered.
 The mewthree blinked in shock at this behavior. He flew away, deciding to ask someone else. He asked several people, but the reaction was the same. They'd run in fear, screaming in horror at his frightening appearance. Eventually, he gave up and rested at a quiet place in the forest. "Why... why do they hate me?" He looked to his side. A patch of daisies was growing there. "Is this the way things must be?"  The more he stared at the flowers, the more resentful he felt towards them. "People must love you, cause you're beautiful. The world hates those who are different." He squashed the flowers and angrily tore at the grass. Afterwards, he felt a rush of adrenaline. He discovered that he felt pleasure in destroying things. "This... feels... nice." He trekked through the forest, and destroyed trees and terrorising other Pokemon. "This must be my purpose.... I enjoy it so much! It must be the destiny of all scary creatures to bring pain." He smiled wickedly. "If those fools won't give me a name... I'll give a name for myself.... that fellow had an interesting last name... I think I'll call myself... Enshira Tabusa... sounds decent enough."
  Over the next couple of months, Enshira continued to terrorize the inhabitants of his forest home. Overtime, he became bored and decided to "play" with the townspeople. He would attack them if they ran away, and would steal from them if they were carrying items. Enshira befriended a group of thugs and decided to create a secret and violent society dedicated to misfits, and terrorising those who oppose them. To fulfil his lust for blood, he would murder innocent people for sport, angry at how perfect their lives were. The fact they could live without discrimination disgusted him, and made him strive to make others pay for his mistreatment.