Alternate Dimensions #1: When the Thunder Rolls....(Part 2.)
*=Translated from Pokemon.
Lance ran through Viridian Forest till he was at the edge of it, staring at the ruins of his Gym. He sobbed quietly into his arm as he leaned against a tree. He hated his life now, everything had gone wrong in it. He wanted at least two things in his life back, he wanted Sabrina and Hitmonchan more than anything. So much, he wanted so much for his life to be back to normal with Hitmonchan and the Bruisers, Russell, Parks' Gym, and almost above all Sabrina. He quietly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small round box with a velvet lining. He refused to open it, instead just staring at it, knowing perfectly what was in it. His mind and body froze when he heard Laughter surrounding him. He looked straight ahead, not hearing the thunder or Lightning in the sky, just hearing the Laughter. His eye's moved around, seeing various Pokemon surrounding him with Black stripes down their foreheads. He looked straight ahead and saw a Machamp with Black hands laughing at him. The Machamp motioned for the Machokes that had surrounded Lance to stop laughing.
"*Well well well, Lance of Parks' Gym, as I live and breath!*" It bellowed in a loud voice. Lance didn't respond, instead just putting the box back in his pocket.
"*Whatsa matter? Cat got your tongue?*" Machamp laughed, putting all four of it's hands on it's hips. Lance looked at the Machamp, his face stone cold.
"*So what was in the box? Maybe some of that Element X or maybe some valuable?*"
"None of your business." Machamp clenched his fists.
"*That's where you're wrong. Mewtwo wants you dead, so lucky us we're the lucky Pokemon who have to do the dirty work.*" Machamp explained. Lance saw what was coming next and clenched his fists.
"Don't make me do this, walk away Machamp." The Pokemon around him laughed, gathering a bit closer.
"*What are you going to do? Hit us with your Fists? They're made of BONE and Flesh! We got Skin strong enough to take a fireblast from a Charizard! TAKE HIM BOYS!*" With that, Lance jumped into the air as the Machokes leapt at him. He leapt surprisingly high, higher than most people should be able to. The Machokes got up after the rammed into each other and looked at Lance. One Machoke with a Black Powersave belt ran at Lance. Lance's red eye blinked and glowed brightly as Lance drew back his right hand and slammed it into the Machoke, who stopped dead in his tracks, letting out a deep breath as it grasped it's gut in pain.
"*Uuuuugh....*" It moaned in pain. Lance clenched and unclenched his hand before reaching down and tearing the Powersave belt off the Machoke, making it suddenly seem to turn into rock, freezing in place. All the Other Machokes were aghast after seeing what Lance did to their comrade. Lance dangled the Belt in front of them, then threw it to Machamp.
"Just leave me alone." Lance said, then looked at the frozen Machoke. He slapped it's head with his metal hand, making the Machoke shatter into rocky pieces exactly like a statue, no organs or blood, just stone like pieces.
"I've suffered enough grief from Mewtwo, I'm sick of it. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Lance screeched, then turned his back to them.
A Mistake.
A Machoke screamed and ran at Lance, tackling him to the ground.
"*THIS IS FOR MACHOKE!*" It roared, drawing back his fist and punching Lance. The Others rushed in, angered at what Lance had done. Machamp folded his arms and let this continue for a few minutes, then roared for them to stop. They backed away, two Machoke holding Lance, now beaten and battered, up. Machamp stepped over the Rocky corpse of the Machoke and looked at Lance, noticing the Metal arm.
"*I see you have replacement parts like many humans.*" Machamp said, looking at Lance's Right hand. Lance looked at Machamp, his replacement eye shattered and a sickening bluish-black liquid oozing from it. Machamp grasped his right hand and squeezed it, making a nauseous wrenching sound as sparks started to fly from the crunched metal. Lance yelped in pain as Machamp tore the hand off and slapped him with it.
"*You killed one of our own Human, not an easy task. Therefore, your death shall be nice and quick, yet painful.*" Machamp said, then looked at the hand. He tossed it to the ground and looked at Lance, drawing back one of it's fists and punching Lance in the gut with a sickening cracking sound. Lance doubled over in pain, then looked p and saw Machamps hands together, about to slam into Lance's head.
"*Goodbye.*" Machamp laughed, then stopped as he heard a rustling sound form the tree's. He looked up and caught a glimpse of something grey and black. The Machokes started looking around wildly as well as the Rustling sound surrounded them, moving here and there. They caught glimpses of Grey and Black, and the occasionaly Red eye's, but nothing complete.
"*Wht is that???*" Machamp asked Lance. Lance shook his head.
"Even....if....I knew..I wouldn't....Tell..you." Lance said hoarsely, spitting out some blood. Machamp growled and Slapped Lance so hard he flew out of the Two Machoke's grasps. He slammed into the ground and rolled twice before slumping in unconsciousness, his head catching a tree trunk. Machamp looked around as the Rustling continued.
"*SHOW YOURSELF!*" Machamp roared. The rustling came to an abrupt stop behind them, a grey and black blur stopping in front of the rubble of Parks' Gym. All the Machokes and Machamp looked at the figure. It had Black arms and legs, with a Grey body, feet, and grey punching glove-like arms. It's head was pitch black, it's eyes even blacker. The only thing that really stood out was it's centers of the eyes, which were crimson, almost blood colored.
"*It's...it's a black Hitmonchan.*" One Machoke whispered. It looked at them, it's red eye's first focusing on the Crumpled form of Lance who was barely breathing, then on the Pokemon. It lifted one hand and made a bring it on Motion. It's lips curled back into a snarl as it saw one Machoke step forward.
"*A Hitmonchan? No sweat.*" The Machoke grinned, cocky. it rushed at the Hitmonchan, fists drawn back. It swung, connecting solidly with the ground where the Hitmonchan had been. It looked around wildly, not knowing where the Hitmonchan had went. It stood up and Saw the Hitmonchan standing three feet from where the Machoke had hit, it's arms at it's side. Machoke roared and rushed at the Hitmonchan, swinging it's fists straight at the Hitmonchan's head. The Hitmonchan just moved it's head, dodging the blows by barely twitching it's head. Machoke was getting rustrated, but instead tried kicking the Hitmonchan. It grabbed his leg as it started to swing, It's red eyes seeming to turn an even deeper blood red. It held the Machokes leg with one hand and raised it's other. It slammed the Fist into Machokes leg, making a sickening shattering sound as the Leg bent outward at an odd angle. Machoke screamed in pain and fell to the ground, holding it's leg. The Hitmonchan Drew one leg back and kicked it's face, knocking it Unconscious instantly and probably smashing it's jawbone from what the others heard come from the Jaw when it was hit. Machamp just gaped, then turned ot the Other Machokes.
"*What're you waiting for? GET HIM!*" Machamp roared. The Machokes ran at the Hitmonchan, who drew back it's fists and slammed them into each one as they came close, knocking them off to the side. The last three it Let come towards him, dodging as they started to swing and kick at him. Finally it kicked one in the jaw while it slammed it's fist into another in a vicious Uppercut, knocking them both out. The Hitmonchan looked at the Final Machoke, who drew back it's fist. The Hitmonchan suddenly rushed forward, slamming it's fists first into It's gut, then Head, right leg, shoulder, middle of the back, elbow, kneecap, foot, base of neck, then finally to it's chest, each blow making a sickly cracking noise. The Machoke stood there a moment, then collapsed, it's body parts at odd angles, even it's head. Machamp gulped as the Hitmonchan slowly approached him, it's eyes never wavering. Machamp surged forward, trying to nail the Hitmonchan with all four of it's arms. It blocked every blow, still walking. Finally it stopped, still blocking the blows, barely moving anything but it's arms. Finally, it slammed one fist into Machamps jaw, stunning it and making it spit out some teeth. It surged forward, anger clearly on it's face. It roared as it attacked Machamp, slamming it's fists so hard into Machamp that every blow felt like a truck. Machamp tried to fight back, but was outclassed as it grabbed the arm and broke the bone. Finally Machamp backed away, heaving and breathing heavily, it's eyesight blurry. The Hitmonchan surged forward, grabbing Machamp by the broken arm and throwing it high through the air. The Hitmonchan watched the Machamp fly, then turned to Lance, who was on his back watching, his head turned to watch. The Hitmonchan slowly walked towards him, stopping to slams his hand across the face of a Machoke that was getting up. Lance squinted and looked at the Hitmonchan, recognizing it Immediately.
"Hit...mon..Chan." he said, smiling in recognition. Hitmonchan grinned and nodded, bending down to Lance's side.
"*It's me.*" Hitmonchan said quietly, watching Lance prop himself up with his Elbows. Lance sat there, looking at Hitmonchan for what seemed like an eternity, then finally threw himself forward and hugged him, tears and blood running into Hitmonchans Shoulder.
"Oh God....You're awake...you're back.." Lance sobbed, hugging him with what strength remained, ignoring the searing pain it caused him.. Hitmonchan hugged him as well, biting his lip to keep from crying. He moved back and looked at Lance, then at his right arm.
"*We need to get you back, you're hurt pretty bad.*" Hitmonchan said, laughing a bit. Lance nodded, wincing. Hitmonchan picked him up and started walking back towards Parks' Cave.
Ash looked out from Misty's Bedroom, seeing Hitmonchan missing, then seeing Hitmonchan carrying Lance.
"MISTY!" Ash cried, rushing towards Hitmonchan. Misty burst out of the Storage area and stared, seeing The battered Lance, then Hitmonchan.
"Hitmonchans back!" Misty cried, then turned her attention to Lance. She immediately started checking his wounds.
"He's hurt pretty bad...Hitmonchan, put him in his Room over there, I'll get what we need." Misty ordered, pointing towards the room next to hers. Hitmonchan nodded and went in as Misty and Ash rushed to the Storage area for supplies.
Hitmonchan stood, waiting for Ash and Misty to finish tending to Lance, looking around at the cave. He remembered it vividly, but it seemed more homey now with everything set up. He waited for about an hour, walking up to Ash and Misty as they exited Lance's Room.
"Mon chan chan?" Hitmonchan asked, speaking quietly. Misty thought a minute, not understanding Hitmonchan.
"I don't understand you Hitmonchan." Misty pointed out. Hitmonchan growled and pointed to Lance, who was resting on a cot, bandaged up.
"Ohhh...How's Lance right?" Hitmonchan nodded.
"He's going to need to replace his right arm's wrist and hand and a lot more of his replacement parts, He had a few broken bones, a Concussion, and a cracked skull. Plus the Cuts and bruises, I'm wondering what happened out there." Misty said. Hitmonchan shook his head and pushed Ash aside, going into Lance's room. He slowly walked to Lance, who was bandaged in many places. Lance turned his head to Hitmonchan and smiled.
"*It's nice to see you.*" Hitmonchan said after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
"It's nice to see you. I've...I've missed having you around." Lance answered back. He kept staring at his Grey face and red eyes. Hitmonchan could guess what question was burning in Lance's Mind.
"*Before you say anything, I know what I look like. It scares me.*" Hitmonchan blurted the last part out.
"Why?" Hitmonchan sighed and leaned against the wall.
"*It's...it's an old legend...really an old Pokemon tale...*" Hitmonchan hesitated saying anything more.
"Like the Ocarinth's cave right?" Hitmonchan sighed.
"*Yeah, only a little more....legendary....See, supposedly there was a long line of Fighting Pokemon who were demons, called D-Mon's, like Pokemon only..... They were...unstoppable, evil, and extremely powerful. But Supposedly the bloodline thinned out till they were normal...anyway. The Legend goes that the ultimate D-Mon would arise 'when the Thunder rolls through the sky forever, and when Lightning Strikes anytime' and it would be mega strong.*" Lance took this in.
"So...?"
"*When the Thunder rolls through the sky forever, and when the Lightning strikes anytime, the D-Mon shall rise from the unconscious from the ashes of the distraught, reborn from song and blood and pain and suffering, beware all those who oppose it, for they shall feel naught but pain...feel naught but suffering....and the world will tremble and change in it's wake.*" Hitmonchan said quietly. He searched his mind a moment, trying to remember the rest.
"*And it's skin shall be that of stone and night, it's eyes of the blood it's ancestors hath shed, it's strength and power shall surpass all that came before, it's wrath will be unstoppable, save for the One with the Gift.*" Hitmonchan finished.
"*That's all I remember really..*" Hitmonchan explained. Lance nodded, looking at the metal stump of his right hand.
"The Gift, that would be me. So you're telling me...you're the Ultimate D-Mon?"
"*There was more to the legend, something about being released for revenge all that stuff.*"
"Hold on, let me get this straight. You are the last D-Mon and you are here to kick enemy butt?"
"*That's what I think.*" Lance took a moment and let this sink in.
"What's the point Hitmonchan?" Lance sighed. Hitmonchan straightened up when he heard this.
"*What?*"
"What's the point? Mewtwo has all but WON! We've lost everything Hitmonchan! The Bruisers, Parks' Gym, Brock, All our friends are dead! If we fight, one or both of us might die! I don't want to fight anymore Hitmonchan! Look where it has gotten us." Lance said, propping himself up on his metal arm.
"There is no reason to go on....Everything is dead. There's no hope left Hitmonchan, Mewtwo eradicated it." Hitmonchan stepped towards Lance.
"*I can't believe I'm HEARING THIS! What has gotten into you Lance? What happened to doing what you have to?? What happened to fighting for what was Right??*" Hitmonchan growled. Lance looked at Hitmonchan, snarling.
"What Happened?? WHAT HAPPENED??? SABRINA DIED! RUSSELL DIED! THE BRUISERS DIED! The day I lost..her...I lost hope Hitmonchan. There's no reason to fight anymore! I have no reason!" Lance hollered. Hitmonchan's red eye's narrowed.
"*There is always a reason. I WILL fight, with or without you Lance. I'd rather have you with me, but if you want to lay here and wallow in sorrow, there's not much I can do. But there is a reason Lance. Hope alway's survives.*"
"Wake up Hitmonchan. That's a fairy tale. Hopes not a good enough reason for me." Lance said, turning his back to Hitmonchan, laying on his side.
"*What did Mewtwo's forces do Lance?*"
"What did they DO???? They tore my life apart! Parks' Gym, The Bruisers, everything! THEY TORE IT APART!"
"*Then that in itself is a reason to fight.*"
"HOW?"
"*If not for hope Lance there's only one more thing to fight for....*" Hitmonchan folded his arms together.
"*Revenge.*" Lance gulped, listening to Hitmonchan leave. His mind dwelled upon what Hitmonchan had said, and what it had struck inside of him. He reached over to his overcoat, which was folded up in front of him. He reached inside one of the pockets and pulled out the box, feeling it in his left hand. He set it down and opened it, revealing a ring with a Sapphire on it. He slowly took it out and stared at it, then turned it, looking at an inscription on the inside of it.
'Love you always Sabrina, Love Lance.'
Hitmonchan sat down in his little digout where he had been sitting for the last two years, thinking deeply. He was a D-Mon, he had toa ccept it and turn it to his advantage. He was going to fight against Mewtwo's armies, for revenge. Not the best reason, but to each his own, he wanted to kill Mewtwo for what he had done to his life, His and Lance's and every other human and Pokemon he had hurt. He looked back at Lance's room to see him standing in the doorway, his overcoat on and one hand on the rocks to help him balance.
"If we are going to do this Hitmonchan...we're going to need to think this out."
Mewtwo sat in his throne, dully listening to the Injured Machamp being carried by various Dragonites. His ears perked up when he heard the Words Black Hitmonchan with blood red eyes.
"*Hold. You said a Black Hitmonchan with Red eye's?*" Machamp nodded vigorously, then moaned as the motion sent a pain through his head.
"*Yeah! It kicked Me an' The Machokes butts, went through us like a Sword through paper Lord Mewtwo! It..It was unbelievable! It killed several Machokes with it's fists! It's eyes were red like...Like a D-Mons!*" Mewtwo held up a hand, and immediately Machamp felt a squeezing sensation around his throat.
"*Prepostrous. D-Mons do not exist. They were wiped off this plane of existence eons ago.*"
"*But..But Lord! It looked exactly like the Legends said!*"
"*Are you arguing with my judgement?*" Mewtwo hissed. Machamp gulped and shook his head.
"*N..No! Never! I..*"
"*Enough. You failed me. You know the punishment. Dragonites, take him to the Mutated Tauros and Kangaskhan, they need the fresh meat.*" Mewtwo ordered. The Dragonits dragged away a screaming and kicking Machamp. Mewtwo sat a moment, pondering this situation.
"*Trouble Sire?*" Mewtwo hissed as Mew appeared in front of him.
"*It appears the D-Mon of legend has made an appearence.*" Mew's tail snapped angrily left and right.
"*Impossible..our ancestors wiped them off the face of this plane aproximately a Millenia ago.*"
"*Be that as it may, we have a problem. Lance has arisen with a Black and Grey Hitmonchan. I want him found. Send the Shrike's.*"
"*The Shrike's? Against such a lowly human? You insult them Sire.*"
"*Do not disobey me Mew, just do it.*" Mew bowed and dissapeared, leaving Mewtwo to ponder the new situation.
"*And So it begins........*"
*=Translated from Pokemon.
Lance ran through Viridian Forest till he was at the edge of it, staring at the ruins of his Gym. He sobbed quietly into his arm as he leaned against a tree. He hated his life now, everything had gone wrong in it. He wanted at least two things in his life back, he wanted Sabrina and Hitmonchan more than anything. So much, he wanted so much for his life to be back to normal with Hitmonchan and the Bruisers, Russell, Parks' Gym, and almost above all Sabrina. He quietly reached into his pocket and pulled out a small round box with a velvet lining. He refused to open it, instead just staring at it, knowing perfectly what was in it. His mind and body froze when he heard Laughter surrounding him. He looked straight ahead, not hearing the thunder or Lightning in the sky, just hearing the Laughter. His eye's moved around, seeing various Pokemon surrounding him with Black stripes down their foreheads. He looked straight ahead and saw a Machamp with Black hands laughing at him. The Machamp motioned for the Machokes that had surrounded Lance to stop laughing.
"*Well well well, Lance of Parks' Gym, as I live and breath!*" It bellowed in a loud voice. Lance didn't respond, instead just putting the box back in his pocket.
"*Whatsa matter? Cat got your tongue?*" Machamp laughed, putting all four of it's hands on it's hips. Lance looked at the Machamp, his face stone cold.
"*So what was in the box? Maybe some of that Element X or maybe some valuable?*"
"None of your business." Machamp clenched his fists.
"*That's where you're wrong. Mewtwo wants you dead, so lucky us we're the lucky Pokemon who have to do the dirty work.*" Machamp explained. Lance saw what was coming next and clenched his fists.
"Don't make me do this, walk away Machamp." The Pokemon around him laughed, gathering a bit closer.
"*What are you going to do? Hit us with your Fists? They're made of BONE and Flesh! We got Skin strong enough to take a fireblast from a Charizard! TAKE HIM BOYS!*" With that, Lance jumped into the air as the Machokes leapt at him. He leapt surprisingly high, higher than most people should be able to. The Machokes got up after the rammed into each other and looked at Lance. One Machoke with a Black Powersave belt ran at Lance. Lance's red eye blinked and glowed brightly as Lance drew back his right hand and slammed it into the Machoke, who stopped dead in his tracks, letting out a deep breath as it grasped it's gut in pain.
"*Uuuuugh....*" It moaned in pain. Lance clenched and unclenched his hand before reaching down and tearing the Powersave belt off the Machoke, making it suddenly seem to turn into rock, freezing in place. All the Other Machokes were aghast after seeing what Lance did to their comrade. Lance dangled the Belt in front of them, then threw it to Machamp.
"Just leave me alone." Lance said, then looked at the frozen Machoke. He slapped it's head with his metal hand, making the Machoke shatter into rocky pieces exactly like a statue, no organs or blood, just stone like pieces.
"I've suffered enough grief from Mewtwo, I'm sick of it. JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" Lance screeched, then turned his back to them.
A Mistake.
A Machoke screamed and ran at Lance, tackling him to the ground.
"*THIS IS FOR MACHOKE!*" It roared, drawing back his fist and punching Lance. The Others rushed in, angered at what Lance had done. Machamp folded his arms and let this continue for a few minutes, then roared for them to stop. They backed away, two Machoke holding Lance, now beaten and battered, up. Machamp stepped over the Rocky corpse of the Machoke and looked at Lance, noticing the Metal arm.
"*I see you have replacement parts like many humans.*" Machamp said, looking at Lance's Right hand. Lance looked at Machamp, his replacement eye shattered and a sickening bluish-black liquid oozing from it. Machamp grasped his right hand and squeezed it, making a nauseous wrenching sound as sparks started to fly from the crunched metal. Lance yelped in pain as Machamp tore the hand off and slapped him with it.
"*You killed one of our own Human, not an easy task. Therefore, your death shall be nice and quick, yet painful.*" Machamp said, then looked at the hand. He tossed it to the ground and looked at Lance, drawing back one of it's fists and punching Lance in the gut with a sickening cracking sound. Lance doubled over in pain, then looked p and saw Machamps hands together, about to slam into Lance's head.
"*Goodbye.*" Machamp laughed, then stopped as he heard a rustling sound form the tree's. He looked up and caught a glimpse of something grey and black. The Machokes started looking around wildly as well as the Rustling sound surrounded them, moving here and there. They caught glimpses of Grey and Black, and the occasionaly Red eye's, but nothing complete.
"*Wht is that???*" Machamp asked Lance. Lance shook his head.
"Even....if....I knew..I wouldn't....Tell..you." Lance said hoarsely, spitting out some blood. Machamp growled and Slapped Lance so hard he flew out of the Two Machoke's grasps. He slammed into the ground and rolled twice before slumping in unconsciousness, his head catching a tree trunk. Machamp looked around as the Rustling continued.
"*SHOW YOURSELF!*" Machamp roared. The rustling came to an abrupt stop behind them, a grey and black blur stopping in front of the rubble of Parks' Gym. All the Machokes and Machamp looked at the figure. It had Black arms and legs, with a Grey body, feet, and grey punching glove-like arms. It's head was pitch black, it's eyes even blacker. The only thing that really stood out was it's centers of the eyes, which were crimson, almost blood colored.
"*It's...it's a black Hitmonchan.*" One Machoke whispered. It looked at them, it's red eye's first focusing on the Crumpled form of Lance who was barely breathing, then on the Pokemon. It lifted one hand and made a bring it on Motion. It's lips curled back into a snarl as it saw one Machoke step forward.
"*A Hitmonchan? No sweat.*" The Machoke grinned, cocky. it rushed at the Hitmonchan, fists drawn back. It swung, connecting solidly with the ground where the Hitmonchan had been. It looked around wildly, not knowing where the Hitmonchan had went. It stood up and Saw the Hitmonchan standing three feet from where the Machoke had hit, it's arms at it's side. Machoke roared and rushed at the Hitmonchan, swinging it's fists straight at the Hitmonchan's head. The Hitmonchan just moved it's head, dodging the blows by barely twitching it's head. Machoke was getting rustrated, but instead tried kicking the Hitmonchan. It grabbed his leg as it started to swing, It's red eyes seeming to turn an even deeper blood red. It held the Machokes leg with one hand and raised it's other. It slammed the Fist into Machokes leg, making a sickening shattering sound as the Leg bent outward at an odd angle. Machoke screamed in pain and fell to the ground, holding it's leg. The Hitmonchan Drew one leg back and kicked it's face, knocking it Unconscious instantly and probably smashing it's jawbone from what the others heard come from the Jaw when it was hit. Machamp just gaped, then turned ot the Other Machokes.
"*What're you waiting for? GET HIM!*" Machamp roared. The Machokes ran at the Hitmonchan, who drew back it's fists and slammed them into each one as they came close, knocking them off to the side. The last three it Let come towards him, dodging as they started to swing and kick at him. Finally it kicked one in the jaw while it slammed it's fist into another in a vicious Uppercut, knocking them both out. The Hitmonchan looked at the Final Machoke, who drew back it's fist. The Hitmonchan suddenly rushed forward, slamming it's fists first into It's gut, then Head, right leg, shoulder, middle of the back, elbow, kneecap, foot, base of neck, then finally to it's chest, each blow making a sickly cracking noise. The Machoke stood there a moment, then collapsed, it's body parts at odd angles, even it's head. Machamp gulped as the Hitmonchan slowly approached him, it's eyes never wavering. Machamp surged forward, trying to nail the Hitmonchan with all four of it's arms. It blocked every blow, still walking. Finally it stopped, still blocking the blows, barely moving anything but it's arms. Finally, it slammed one fist into Machamps jaw, stunning it and making it spit out some teeth. It surged forward, anger clearly on it's face. It roared as it attacked Machamp, slamming it's fists so hard into Machamp that every blow felt like a truck. Machamp tried to fight back, but was outclassed as it grabbed the arm and broke the bone. Finally Machamp backed away, heaving and breathing heavily, it's eyesight blurry. The Hitmonchan surged forward, grabbing Machamp by the broken arm and throwing it high through the air. The Hitmonchan watched the Machamp fly, then turned to Lance, who was on his back watching, his head turned to watch. The Hitmonchan slowly walked towards him, stopping to slams his hand across the face of a Machoke that was getting up. Lance squinted and looked at the Hitmonchan, recognizing it Immediately.
"Hit...mon..Chan." he said, smiling in recognition. Hitmonchan grinned and nodded, bending down to Lance's side.
"*It's me.*" Hitmonchan said quietly, watching Lance prop himself up with his Elbows. Lance sat there, looking at Hitmonchan for what seemed like an eternity, then finally threw himself forward and hugged him, tears and blood running into Hitmonchans Shoulder.
"Oh God....You're awake...you're back.." Lance sobbed, hugging him with what strength remained, ignoring the searing pain it caused him.. Hitmonchan hugged him as well, biting his lip to keep from crying. He moved back and looked at Lance, then at his right arm.
"*We need to get you back, you're hurt pretty bad.*" Hitmonchan said, laughing a bit. Lance nodded, wincing. Hitmonchan picked him up and started walking back towards Parks' Cave.
Ash looked out from Misty's Bedroom, seeing Hitmonchan missing, then seeing Hitmonchan carrying Lance.
"MISTY!" Ash cried, rushing towards Hitmonchan. Misty burst out of the Storage area and stared, seeing The battered Lance, then Hitmonchan.
"Hitmonchans back!" Misty cried, then turned her attention to Lance. She immediately started checking his wounds.
"He's hurt pretty bad...Hitmonchan, put him in his Room over there, I'll get what we need." Misty ordered, pointing towards the room next to hers. Hitmonchan nodded and went in as Misty and Ash rushed to the Storage area for supplies.
Hitmonchan stood, waiting for Ash and Misty to finish tending to Lance, looking around at the cave. He remembered it vividly, but it seemed more homey now with everything set up. He waited for about an hour, walking up to Ash and Misty as they exited Lance's Room.
"Mon chan chan?" Hitmonchan asked, speaking quietly. Misty thought a minute, not understanding Hitmonchan.
"I don't understand you Hitmonchan." Misty pointed out. Hitmonchan growled and pointed to Lance, who was resting on a cot, bandaged up.
"Ohhh...How's Lance right?" Hitmonchan nodded.
"He's going to need to replace his right arm's wrist and hand and a lot more of his replacement parts, He had a few broken bones, a Concussion, and a cracked skull. Plus the Cuts and bruises, I'm wondering what happened out there." Misty said. Hitmonchan shook his head and pushed Ash aside, going into Lance's room. He slowly walked to Lance, who was bandaged in many places. Lance turned his head to Hitmonchan and smiled.
"*It's nice to see you.*" Hitmonchan said after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence.
"It's nice to see you. I've...I've missed having you around." Lance answered back. He kept staring at his Grey face and red eyes. Hitmonchan could guess what question was burning in Lance's Mind.
"*Before you say anything, I know what I look like. It scares me.*" Hitmonchan blurted the last part out.
"Why?" Hitmonchan sighed and leaned against the wall.
"*It's...it's an old legend...really an old Pokemon tale...*" Hitmonchan hesitated saying anything more.
"Like the Ocarinth's cave right?" Hitmonchan sighed.
"*Yeah, only a little more....legendary....See, supposedly there was a long line of Fighting Pokemon who were demons, called D-Mon's, like Pokemon only..... They were...unstoppable, evil, and extremely powerful. But Supposedly the bloodline thinned out till they were normal...anyway. The Legend goes that the ultimate D-Mon would arise 'when the Thunder rolls through the sky forever, and when Lightning Strikes anytime' and it would be mega strong.*" Lance took this in.
"So...?"
"*When the Thunder rolls through the sky forever, and when the Lightning strikes anytime, the D-Mon shall rise from the unconscious from the ashes of the distraught, reborn from song and blood and pain and suffering, beware all those who oppose it, for they shall feel naught but pain...feel naught but suffering....and the world will tremble and change in it's wake.*" Hitmonchan said quietly. He searched his mind a moment, trying to remember the rest.
"*And it's skin shall be that of stone and night, it's eyes of the blood it's ancestors hath shed, it's strength and power shall surpass all that came before, it's wrath will be unstoppable, save for the One with the Gift.*" Hitmonchan finished.
"*That's all I remember really..*" Hitmonchan explained. Lance nodded, looking at the metal stump of his right hand.
"The Gift, that would be me. So you're telling me...you're the Ultimate D-Mon?"
"*There was more to the legend, something about being released for revenge all that stuff.*"
"Hold on, let me get this straight. You are the last D-Mon and you are here to kick enemy butt?"
"*That's what I think.*" Lance took a moment and let this sink in.
"What's the point Hitmonchan?" Lance sighed. Hitmonchan straightened up when he heard this.
"*What?*"
"What's the point? Mewtwo has all but WON! We've lost everything Hitmonchan! The Bruisers, Parks' Gym, Brock, All our friends are dead! If we fight, one or both of us might die! I don't want to fight anymore Hitmonchan! Look where it has gotten us." Lance said, propping himself up on his metal arm.
"There is no reason to go on....Everything is dead. There's no hope left Hitmonchan, Mewtwo eradicated it." Hitmonchan stepped towards Lance.
"*I can't believe I'm HEARING THIS! What has gotten into you Lance? What happened to doing what you have to?? What happened to fighting for what was Right??*" Hitmonchan growled. Lance looked at Hitmonchan, snarling.
"What Happened?? WHAT HAPPENED??? SABRINA DIED! RUSSELL DIED! THE BRUISERS DIED! The day I lost..her...I lost hope Hitmonchan. There's no reason to fight anymore! I have no reason!" Lance hollered. Hitmonchan's red eye's narrowed.
"*There is always a reason. I WILL fight, with or without you Lance. I'd rather have you with me, but if you want to lay here and wallow in sorrow, there's not much I can do. But there is a reason Lance. Hope alway's survives.*"
"Wake up Hitmonchan. That's a fairy tale. Hopes not a good enough reason for me." Lance said, turning his back to Hitmonchan, laying on his side.
"*What did Mewtwo's forces do Lance?*"
"What did they DO???? They tore my life apart! Parks' Gym, The Bruisers, everything! THEY TORE IT APART!"
"*Then that in itself is a reason to fight.*"
"HOW?"
"*If not for hope Lance there's only one more thing to fight for....*" Hitmonchan folded his arms together.
"*Revenge.*" Lance gulped, listening to Hitmonchan leave. His mind dwelled upon what Hitmonchan had said, and what it had struck inside of him. He reached over to his overcoat, which was folded up in front of him. He reached inside one of the pockets and pulled out the box, feeling it in his left hand. He set it down and opened it, revealing a ring with a Sapphire on it. He slowly took it out and stared at it, then turned it, looking at an inscription on the inside of it.
'Love you always Sabrina, Love Lance.'
Hitmonchan sat down in his little digout where he had been sitting for the last two years, thinking deeply. He was a D-Mon, he had toa ccept it and turn it to his advantage. He was going to fight against Mewtwo's armies, for revenge. Not the best reason, but to each his own, he wanted to kill Mewtwo for what he had done to his life, His and Lance's and every other human and Pokemon he had hurt. He looked back at Lance's room to see him standing in the doorway, his overcoat on and one hand on the rocks to help him balance.
"If we are going to do this Hitmonchan...we're going to need to think this out."
Mewtwo sat in his throne, dully listening to the Injured Machamp being carried by various Dragonites. His ears perked up when he heard the Words Black Hitmonchan with blood red eyes.
"*Hold. You said a Black Hitmonchan with Red eye's?*" Machamp nodded vigorously, then moaned as the motion sent a pain through his head.
"*Yeah! It kicked Me an' The Machokes butts, went through us like a Sword through paper Lord Mewtwo! It..It was unbelievable! It killed several Machokes with it's fists! It's eyes were red like...Like a D-Mons!*" Mewtwo held up a hand, and immediately Machamp felt a squeezing sensation around his throat.
"*Prepostrous. D-Mons do not exist. They were wiped off this plane of existence eons ago.*"
"*But..But Lord! It looked exactly like the Legends said!*"
"*Are you arguing with my judgement?*" Mewtwo hissed. Machamp gulped and shook his head.
"*N..No! Never! I..*"
"*Enough. You failed me. You know the punishment. Dragonites, take him to the Mutated Tauros and Kangaskhan, they need the fresh meat.*" Mewtwo ordered. The Dragonits dragged away a screaming and kicking Machamp. Mewtwo sat a moment, pondering this situation.
"*Trouble Sire?*" Mewtwo hissed as Mew appeared in front of him.
"*It appears the D-Mon of legend has made an appearence.*" Mew's tail snapped angrily left and right.
"*Impossible..our ancestors wiped them off the face of this plane aproximately a Millenia ago.*"
"*Be that as it may, we have a problem. Lance has arisen with a Black and Grey Hitmonchan. I want him found. Send the Shrike's.*"
"*The Shrike's? Against such a lowly human? You insult them Sire.*"
"*Do not disobey me Mew, just do it.*" Mew bowed and dissapeared, leaving Mewtwo to ponder the new situation.
"*And So it begins........*"