The Purest of Evil Part 1

"The Birth of Evil…"

It's odd what some people think of me as, well when I was younger anyway. My upbringing would be what you considered normal given my circumstances. I had a family that loved me and I loved them. Nothing more simpler than that. I was happy with my life, filled with joy, and such a thing was normal during this time. My home was but an island, inhabited by people who were so kind and courteous toward one another. Small community can do that to you. With such a small space you had no choice but to get to know people, you'd see them every day. That single fact lead to many friendships that lasted and were fruitful. A great place that existed right next to nature where the animals coexisted with us, and we with them. Yes, it was a perfect society a utopia, but of course nothing is forever.

Things always change…

The world we knew and loved was ripped away from us by a selfish child who didn't know how to share. Who sense of right and wrong was so twisted it blurred together. A jaded person to his core. He tore apart my entire world. He razed our woods, destroyed my family, brainwashed the people, and what's worst is he made himself look like the hero. All he wanted was carnage, it made utterly no sense. All I wanted was the life I lost back. I just wanted to be happy again, with my family. At that it was impossible, the scars stayed with me. Despite my best efforts, I began losing grip on reality bit by bit. But then I realized that it wasn't my sanity that was slipping away, but my higher level of intelligence setting in.

My powers had been increasing and evolving over time. My exposure to that ancient entity must've dripped a large portion of knowledge and power into me. I realized that with the right ideas and cooperation I could return to the world to the old ways, but with a new outlook. The best way I felt was to lead by example. Show them how right I was and allow them to choose. I did that for a long time, but saw no change in them. They were still just as stupid and senseless as ever. Frustration was becoming my main enemy as time passed on, until one day, I made the change.

I demanded the change, I demanded the peace that I had lost so much for. It was unfair for me to be surrounded by nothing less than that. At first, they felt that my demands were odd somewhat crazed. They thought I was crazy, insane, losing my mind, but I knew they just simply weren't ready for my ideas. The madman who was sealed away said it best:

"Most geniuses are misunderstood by those with a weaker intellect,"

So it made sense that they simply needed to see my plans in action to see how right I am.

I did that, and now…the world is so much better. I remade it in the way I know my family would be proud to see. It was a utopia made specifically for the peace and wellness that I had originally grew up with. But…not everyone fully accepted the good I was doing, the good I was trying to do. This ungrateful world wanted to rebuke me and my beliefs. Now they try to resist me, resist what I built, but I won't let them ruin my new life. I won't let them ruin my new home!

"Master," came a voice. The person in question looked up from what they were writing. Their red eyes look at who had spoken to them. It's a man a buzz cut hair, dressed sharply wearing a military uniform, with black combat boots. He stood up straight as he addressed his superior. "Master, we have word of the Resistance's whereabouts. What are your orders?"

"Isn't that obvious?" the person asked annoyed. "I've been giving them chance after chance to redeem themselves. Those chances, like my patience, has run dry. Kill them all,"

"Yes Master," he said about facing then marching toward the exit.

"Oh and general," the person called halting the officer in midstride. "I suggest knocking before entering next time…"

The man broke into a cold sweat. "O-Of course s-sir, I will remember next time," he said with a shaky voice.

"I'll help give you a reminder," The person raised their hand and then a harsh black glow shined out.

"AAAGGGHH!" a blood curdling scream sounded throughout the halls.

(16 Years earlier)

"Hey Lucas, you think you can lend me a hand?" asked Flint as he was struggling a bit with some pieces of wood.

"No problem dad," Lucas said setting aside his pen and journal for a moment. He was sitting on the roof enjoying the peace until his dad called him. Lucas slid off landing perfectly on his feet. He relieved his dad of all of the wood he carried then shouldered it without a thought.

"Boy, you're really strong Lucas," Flint praised wiping his brow of sweat. "As I recall you would struggle with only one of those beams,"

"Why not take a break dad, I'll finish this up for you," Lucas said. Flint didn't like to admit it but he was getting old. Running himself ragged would only put him in an early grave. He complied after some prodding from Lucas. The man sat and watched Lucas work efficiently and with a purpose. They were redoing and recreating their old home. It was something they both had neglected from doing for a long time. After Lucas pulled the seventh needle the Dragon was awakened. The dragon's awakening brought about an awesome display of power and ruination. However, like the pest of the planet, humanity still managed to strive and survive. The land was darn near uninhabitable for weeks on end. The people who survived were forced to work with one another. Bonds were tested, and bonds were made.

Many people even cursed Lucas for bringing upon such devastation to them. Of course some even wanted to kill him, but that was quickly shown to be a waste of time and resources. However, Lucas never faulted them for it and downright understood their accusations. He openly accepted their cruelty towards him without one shed tear. His friends stuck by him, no doubt about it. Though he pulled the needles, they felt that they were partially responsible too, so they refused to allow all the blame to fall on him. In some ways, Lucas thought that was the best thing that ever happened to the surviving people of this new world. It molded them, recreated their perspectives and made them better for it. Of course no one else saw it that way, but Lucas was okay with that.

"What are you always writing down?" Flint asked seeing Lucas progress on the house was very efficient. With his Psi powers Lucas was able to do four things at once while securing the main points of the house to make it stable and strong. Lucas was unconsciously writing in his journal again as he was doing this. He looked up at Flint then gave a bashful smile.

"Just…some things I've been thinking about," He said sitting the journal aside. "Boy…I really wish they could see this…" To this Flint gave a solemn nod as he glanced behind him. The new land that was brought forth after all the fire and destruction was truly beautiful. The endless lava had expanded the land exponentially, giving birth to new locations, and seemingly improved versions of older locations. Flint's attention was drawn to two stones implanted in the ground. The tombstones were of fine quality and the letters were carved beautifully. Each one said Claus and Hinawai respectively.

"How are you holding up?" Lucas stopped to look at his father thinking this a strange question to ask so late after everything. "I ask because now that we have a chance to slow down and relax we may finally begin to….adjust fully and accept the reality of it all…" Flint answered his unasked question.

Lucas eyes glanced down to the ground in pure sorrow. He hated thinking about the past…it simply hurt too much. He clenched his fist a bit in frustration at himself. He'd had a hand in creating all this, but couldn't save a handful of people that he cared about. It was upsetting, and it hurt so much to feel such a failure. However, he came to terms with it. Death is part of life, and you can't have one without the other. You live to die. "All we can do is move forward…"

"We can't forget to look back too sometimes Lucas," Flint stated wisely. "It's never good to simply keep looking ahead and not look back, because sometimes you can pass things up or overlook something. And other times you might end up back where you started from and not realize it…"

"Yeah…you're right I will keep that in mind," I said. I turn my attention back to the cabin I was building subconsciously. I had laid down some floor boards for a nice porch, with a nice wooden railing, a wide door, two windows on the side of the door, and on the upper level a window space. Using a bit more concentration I struck each one with nails to hold the wood in place. "That should finish the outside right?"

"Amazing work kiddo, it looks great," Flint said walking next to Lucas and placing a hand on top of his head. It felt odd…he never got this kind of praise from his dad. Only Claus did, he only got a sliver of emotion simply because Flint didn't know how to interact with him. Lucas felt somewhat insulted that he had to go through all the stuff he did to prove that he's just as good as Claus.

"Thanks dad," Lucas said smiling up at him. He has his demons, everyone does, but Lucas didn't allow them to control his life. Otherwise he'd end up like Porky. "What should we do now?"

"Well since you practically planned, built, and finished the house yourself the least this old man can do is getting it looking nice,"

Lucas chuckled. "You sure you can handle making things pretty?"

"Your old man has some fashion sense,"

"Since this is a house the word would be a décor designer,"

He was silent a moment. "…Maybe I'll bring back some things and you can take a look at em,"

"I think that would be best also," he said with a smile. He said he'd be back in a little while and told him to relax. Lucas didn't feel all that drained at all. When the very ground they had stood on could crumble at any moment he had to rely on his powers heavily to protect himself and everyone else. Only naturally through such extreme use that they've evolve in such a way. Kumatora's abilities have shot up through the roof too. Duster never stopped being useful so Lucas definitely wouldn't count him out.

"(Lucas)!" a bark sounded. Lucas turned to see Boney rushing over to him. Despite the dog being well beyond his puppy years he was still pretty active.

"Hey you old dog you," Lucas said smiling as Lucas ruffled his fur.

"(Cut that out, I'm only 7),"

"Yeah in dog years, but in people years that's gotta be like at least in the fifties or late forties,"

"(Where's Flint)?" Boney asked not liking the conversation of his age.

"Went into New Tazmilly to get some stuff for the house," Lucas said sitting down on the grass as he stared up into the sky. "Things seem so perfect, I don't think I could've imagined this…"

"(Well in some strange way ya did. I still wonder whatever happened to the Dragon, it just vanished),"

"The world is a pretty big place, it could be anywhere, probably enjoying it's freedom or something. I wonder if we might see it again…"

"(I hope not),"

"Awe, don't tell me the big bad puppy was scared?" Lucas teased.

"(Well you're scared of everything)," the dog retorted.

"Hey, I'm working on that, one phobia at a time…" Lucas said trailing off as he lied down on his back. Boney looked down at him as he lied next to Lucas nuzzling into the boy's side. He smiled at his loving pet and he mindlessly stroke Boney's fur. Gently running his hands through the soft brown fur and taking notice of each detail. When that bored him he closed his eyes as his mind wondered again, but his arm continued the slow never ending motion. The atmosphere was perfectly relaxing and nothing seemed to be wrong. However, Lucas knew that it's always at these moments when you least expect it something does happen. Lucas's eyes opened a bit then glanced off to the side a bit. "I'm done fighting, so please just leave us alone," Lucas called out to seemingly no one.

Boney was surprised by the sudden outburst as his animal instincts hadn't detected anything. He turned to Lucas then looked around, but saw no one. "(Who are you talking to)?"

"I don't know, but someone that isn't from around that's for sure…there's two of em," Lucas said sitting up. He looked around, but even though his eyes saw nothing his brain told him differently. "Boney run into town and tell Kuma and Duster to come here," Boney looked at the boy to protest. "Just go, I'll be fine. In case these guys are too much for me at least I know back up will come," Boney slowly gives a bark of approval as he stands up. Lucas points to the direction the dog should go to avoid trouble and in a flash of brown the dog was gone. "Okay, whose there?"

Silence filled the air. To any regular person they would think Lucas was losing his mind. That he was crazy, and should probably be put away. But a PSI user would applaud him for his perception because in a moment's notice two figures seemingly appeared from nowhere from a rainbow colored portal. Lucas stared at the two beings that appeared. They were both boys from what he could tell, around his age, and they look strong. One was covered head to toe in a sleek sort of futuristic look. This guy has spiked pink hair, silver colored shorts, with a black shirt, and black boots. He has on some strange looking devices on his wrist, gloves, an odd looking shoulder guard, and a strange type of lens that covered his right eye. The other person struck Lucas with a cold sweat. He was dressed in the Pigmask Commander's Uniform. Everything from the pants, the boots, to the scruff of fur on the collar were the same. It was all there except his outfit was totally in black, plus a cape for some reason.

"This is him right?" the kid with pink hair asked the Commander Uniformed person. The person nods solemnly as his shoulders seem to sag. "Don't lose your resolve, focus, this is for the good of everyone,"

"Who are you guys?" Lucas demanded now clearly distraught with seeing someone dressed like his dead brother. He wanted to see who was under that mask, he couldn't stand not knowing if that was really him…but it was impossible. He died, he knows he did.

"You don't need to-," began the pink haired boy.

"That's Rob, and my name is…well…." He hesitated, but not because Rob glared at him. "Ya know, Rob was right, who we are isn't important,"

"Which is why I said that!" Rob yelled clearly annoyed. His eyes casted to Lucas with a stern glare.

"What do you want?" Lucas asked noticing the look.

"Simple, we are going to kill you," the pink haired boy said raising his hand. This put Lucas on guard immediately prepared for what may come.

"PK Solar!" He exclaimed. Suddenly his hand started glowing as bright as the sun. Lucas couldn't see anything.

"PK Love!" cried the other boy. This struck Lucas with confusion as he was also physically struck hard the attack. It was extremely powerful and very damaging. Lucas went flying as he felt his body hit the hard ground. Lucas rolled onto his front to try and regain himself. The light show had greatly disoriented him, but his senses were still strong. Lucas threw his hand back to unleash a small psychic push that made contact with someone coming from behind.

"Damn it!" it sounded like the pink haired boy.

"I got him!" called the masked boy. Lucas could tell immediately he was still new at this. Lucas was still blinded, so he opted to less powerful attacks not wanting to miss and do serious damage. Whatever the masked boy struck with Lucas dodged it with a side step. He then drove his knee straight into the boy's gut. Lucas turned sharply to raise PK Counter shield. The shield held strong to whatever attack this Rob person struck with, it was powerful Lucas knew that. Lucas heard the boy's grunt to know he scored a direct hit.

"What the heck Rob, I thought you said he couldn't see and it limits accuracy!" the masked boy whined.

"This is the only point we can take him, never said it was gonna be easy!"

"PK Love β!" the masked boy exclaimed. Lucas's counter shield was shattered to pieces unable to withstand the awesome power of the attack. Lucas was shocked as he was overwhelmed by the sheer power of the attack. Lucas felt himself get dragged through the dirt and sent rolling until his head made contact with a hard surface. "Got him!"

"Damn, alright let's finish this before he recovers!" Lucas groaned as he tried to sit up trying to open his eyes again. His vision was returning to him only to see someone's boot thrust itself into his chest. "Wow how I've wanted to do this!" The pink haired teen raised his hand above his head to gather a frightening amount of electrical energy. "PK-,"

"PK Thunder!" cried a voice. A bolt of lightning struck the boy's side throwing him off Lucas. Lucas sighed with relief as he tried to sit up. "Lucas!" he heard Kumatora call rushing to his side. She helped him sit up while casting a PK Healing. Lucas vision started to clear up even more for him to see Duster easily toss the masked boy to the side. "You okay?" Kumatora asked seeing some form of alertness return to Lucas.

"Yeah, thanks to you guys,"

"Good thing Boney found us," Kumatora said just as the chocolate dog rushed over to join Lucas's side.

"See, I'm alright," Lucas said as he began to sit up. Lucas stood to his feet to face his two attackers with Duster, Kumatora, and Boney flanking him. "Who are you guys and what's the meaning of this?"

"Damn it, we almost had him!" the boy named Rob growled pounding his fist into the dirt.

"We can still-," The masked boy began.

"Don't be stupid. We're outnumbered, and we'd be overwhelmed in moments. Especially with their powerhouse now back on his game,"

"Soooo?"

"We fall back for now,"

"We won't ask again, who are-," Kumatora stops herself noticing the boy's pink hair. "Who or what are you two?"

"None of your business ya hag!" Rob exclaimed as he touched his wrist.

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME!" she screamed charging forward, but only for them both to disappear in a rainbow of colors. "Darn it!"

"I know this question has been asked way too many times, but who were those two?" Duster restated.

"I don't know. The guy with pink hair is named Rob apparently, I don't know about the other guy. He seems familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. It's odd, and he can use PK Love. They wanted to kill me, I know that much,"

"Pigmask?"

"Too competent, still amateurs, but still they can't be Pigmask,"

"They knew us," Kumatora observed. At this Lucas and Duster looked at her confused. "They knew to retreat when Duster and I showed up. They knew who was the strongest of us, and they clearly felt familiar with us. They know who we are, which means we gotta be careful,"

"They're on my radar now, they won't be able to catch me so off guard again," Lucas said.

"I'm sure they know that as well,"

"Then what do we do?" Duster asks.

"Stay on guard. We know I'm a target for some reason. We know they're gonna show up again, so let's just wait em out. Next time they strike, we'll take em down hard!"

Kumatora and Duster blinked at Lucas surprised. "Never known you so eager to fight,"

"Eager to end it before it starts. Created a new world, least I can get is some peace of mind," Lucas said with a sigh.