Figured I'd start up work on this again, finishing this part, because I just found a juicy thing to go over for the next chapter!

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Fanfiction Force

Chapter 9: Return of the Enforcer, the end of a trilogy

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The blue haired wizard smirked, looking up at the swirling tornado.

"Well, I would give them an A for effort. Too bad the odds are so much against them that it will end in failure."

Crono shook his head, "Since when did you think that anyone deserved an A?"

"Since I started fighting alongside you, Crono."

The red haired swordsman raised an eyebrow.

"Being near your sister changed you, I can't say yet whether it is for the better or not, but it is certainly different that what you've made yourself out to be."

Glenn, in a human form, motioned to the crowds being grouped by character.

"Why dost we tarry here? Shall we follow along with their endeavors?"

The wizard shook his head, "We're different from them, and we work much better within our own group."

"Different? A mere toddler could see nary a difference between our visages, what be our strengths that cause our party to do otherwise?"

"We have specific orders from the one who altered us."

The green haired one frowned, "Pray tell, for mine own mind cannot bring forthright with the circumstance in which thine mind's eye dost see."

The wizard chuckled, "You certainly have a way with words, Glenn. Very well, the one who has altered us, and has been in mental contact with me as of recent is…"

"They are attacking!" Yelled Chris.

"Damnation." Muttered Glenn.

The mass of characters leaped at one, as a white light made to sweep at them, scorching the ground.

"The Light of Judgment!" exclaimed Chris, "He can't fire rapidly, so we have to be quick about this!"

The former prince (who will be referred to as Janus) grimaced, before motioning to Crono.

"We need the Wings."

Crono nodded, taking out the gate key and pressing the button. An unmanned EPOCH came from the gate, touching down near them.

Chris pointed at the device, "What's that for! You're breaking formation! What the hell is going on here!"

Magus, the one who had brought everyone together, shook his head.

"Don't look at me. I wouldn't be so blind as to go my own route…"

He glanced at the tornado.

"Well, with circumstances like these, anyhow."

The Dark Crono chuckled, "It led to Magus' downfall in my universe."

Magus scowled at him before bringing out his scythe.

"I have a feeling they aren't as willing to follow orders as the rest of us."

Chris nodded, "I agree. We need to do something about them."

Magus motioned to the Crono adorned in dark colors, "You, come with me."

He turned to the lone Cyrus, "You too."

The Knight sighed, shrugging at the blue haired wizard next to him whom he had served Guardia for years with.

"I'm glad you're nothing like him."

"I'd be inclined to agree." His friend nodded.

The three moved swiftly to the Crono, Janus, and Glenn, who looked equally prepared.

"Robo!" The defecting Crono yelled, "Get Marle and Lucca to the EPOCH! We'll send you the signal to fire the lasers at the tornado when the time is right!"

The robot nodded, hefting up the princess and the inventor, making a few swift bounds over the crowd to the EPOCH, where it quickly lifted off.

Crono brought the Rainbow up, meeting a similar Katana charged with Shadow energy. He glared down the blade at his dark counterpart.

"You know, we're supposed to be fighting alongside each other." The dark Crono sneered.

Janus' scythe met Magus' and the two locked eyes menacingly.

"You fool, we're under orders to do other things. Go with the ensign and get everyone to concentrate magic on that tornado."

"I did not receive any other orders, you incomprehensible halfwit!"

"Look, just go with me on this. If for naught else than the thought that you will one day find Schala again."

"I have not been altered to think in that way yet, sorry, but you won't get through to me that way."

Janus fired a dark bomb in between them; needless to say, it put some distance in between them.

Glenn's Masamune met Cyrus' Bravesword, the two stood locked in combat, neither quite gaining the upper hand.

"You're not quite as skilled as your counterpart, he was truly the heir to the Masamune." Grinned Cyrus.

Glenn scoffed, "Mine friend, T'is ease that I am showing thee, for our past endeavors."

"Prove it, you marshmallow." Chuckled Cyrus.

Glenn spun around, sweeping his leg around Cyrus' causing the knight to fall backward. The force of the fall stunned him, and he watched, as there was little he could do to keep the point of the Masamune away from his throat.

"Clearly, if thine Glenn was as good as mine own skill, surely thou wouldst have fallen for such a ploy."

"Clearly… you are better. But there are things that your counterpart would realize."

Suddenly, the ground under Glenn began to shake, and he was knocked on his feet, as Cyrus stood up, twirling the Bravesword.

"Aye, the magic of the Earth comes as easily to me as Water to you."

The tip of the sword reached Glenn's throat.

"So you were saying?"

"Thou best stand fast, mine friend. T'will be wet."

A tsunami began to brew from the shore.

Cyrus turned to the tsunami, and back.

"Are you mad? Glenn! Have some sense!"

"I do, we are following orders from that man's" he pointed to Chris, "superior."

"And he has not contacted me because?"

"Verily, thou art but a memory slain by the dark lord. Nay, though it brings me great pleasure to see thine face once more, I see that t'will be for naught with thine wish to cause my death so quickly."

"You are not against us."

"T'would be like disobeying our majesty's word, Cyrus."

"Explain the wizard then…"

"When one man doth try to change his soul…" The warrior began to stand up as Cyrus' sword subsided; though the tsunami did not cease it's churning.

"T'would be admirable not to seek his death when the circumstances of his upbringing toward madness be quite the frightening sort."

Cyrus motioned to his blue haired friend, who was being held back by his universe's Crono.

"What makes that noble man turn to the mystics for guidance?"

"Truly… not his choice, as it took mine mind many years 'fore I could verily accept his will to do right."

"Truly?"

"A more complicated soul, there be without peer."

"Why have you not ceased your flow of magic, then?"

"T'will be a concentrated effort. But my allies are a mere distraction; the squabbling puts the enemy in a state of confusion. The time to strike is nigh, once Janus gives the signal."

Cyrus turned to the dark Crono, who was still matched by his lighter half.

"Sir. Break off your assault."

The dark swordsman continued, his confuse technique matching the other's, strike for strike, though it seemed like there was something odd about how the good Crono was defending.

Glenn hefted the Masamune, "Dark one, my friend is preparing a spell of immeasurable power, to be combined with mine. I suggest you back off, lest you be skewered by the shining bolt which will erupt from within."

Magus watched the others in confusion, breaking off his attack.

"What the hell is going on?"

His counterpart motioned to the EPOCH, before turning to the others.

"It's time."

A beam of energy hit the tornado with surprising strength. As the winds began to churn uneasily, several 'Light of Judgment' attacks began striking at the EPOCH, missing due to its maneuverability.

Janus concentrated a Dark Matter spell, allowing it to hit the base of the tornado, as the tsunami began to be carried up through the spiraling wind.

Suddenly, Crono's hands erupted in the purest energies of the Luminaire, though he concentrated the technique into a beam, which hit the spiraling tsunami and electrically charged it.

Chris watched the spectacle with awe.

"… amazing, while the techniques go off… the EPOCH causes a diversion. It's so brilliant, I wonder…"

"Ensign Lairb, this is Xraig, do you read?"

"Yes Commander! I hear you. What is it?"

The voice came through with a bit of static, the assault on the tornado must have been disrupting the barrier that blocked communications.

"We have received a message from the Enterprise."

"Sir? I do not recall that ship being in commission."

"Black Op, but you evidently stumbled upon a mission they were in the middle of. Apparently, several alterations have been taking place throughout the ficsectors, throwing everything out of proportion and causing us to divert our resources. The real problem is where you are now, as it is beginning to spread."

"You mean…"

"If you don't stop this soon, this universe may very well become canon, and that would spell the end of the original team."

"Dastardly. Is there more, sir?"

"Commander Wardde sends his regards, the Enterprise is on its way. Knowing him, it will show up when you need its help the most. Oh yes… and tell all those characters to concentrate their attacks as well, you should be able to weaken the defenses completely."

"Amazing…"

He turned to the assembled crowd, most of which were charging their magical energies up anyway.

"Well, I see you don't need any encouragement to start. Prepare to let loose the most glorious team attack this universe has ever seen!"

As one, a mass of elemental energies rocked the area. The tornado began to spin faster, as winds approached speeds that were deemed impossible by physics. Suddenly, the winds vanished, though the magical onslaught did not stop.

Though the pummeling by the magical energies, Chris could make out a floating island akin to Zeal… in fact, the palace on it looked very much like the Zeal Palace of old."

"Those bastards," Grimaced Magus, "Originality does not seem to be their forte."

A voice came from behind him. "Personally, I would have destroyed the planet, and kept the Lifestream energy for myself."

Magus, along with a few who had exhausted their spell energies, turned to see a Silver-haired man, one long black wing extending from his back. The Nodachi in his left hand forcing a few of them to step back as he brought it to a guard position.

The clown man behind him had forgone his shirt, rippling muscles encasing a pair of wings outstretched from his back. Clearly, the look of sheer insanity on his face was enough to make even the Dark Crono cringe.

"Of course," he began, "I would prefer to roast the lot of them. Suppose we could work something out?"

The silver haired man nodded, his hair beginning to billow behind him, as his one wing twitched.

As Chris began a spell of erasure, he suddenly found he was on the ground. The black garbed man in front of him provided an awful sneer on his features, the scars adorning his face akin to a man who had seen much harshness.

"Of course," the man began, "this is not who I truly am. I am not so one dimensional as to truly project my essence into this realm."

He outstretched his arms, and his hands suddenly encased around cylindrical objects. At once, red beams of energy shot forth from each of the devices.

"Clearly, you could also stand to bea little more original though." Muttered Chris, bringing out his green lightsaber.

He motioned to the team, "Prepare to…"

They were being pelted by various Meteors, it seemed that Kefka and Sephiroth had unleashed a comet spell of mass proportions upon the group.

"W-Meteo…? Come on, now you're just pushing it."

The man adorned in black scowled, "Masterpieces that never saw the light of day. Surely you noticed that if you add in so many different characters, it becomes so muddled from the original that it is original itself?"

Chris scoffed, "You're mad. Don't you realize what you're saying? That's just a crossover of stupefying proportions! It's no less original than any other fanfiction! Just what the hell were you trying to accomplish, anyway?"

"A combination of Final Fantasy 4, 5, and 6, with Star Wars."

"You could at least have made it whimsical, clearly, you aren't being serious."

"Oh, but I am keeping in all the serious overtones. This will be so emotional, that all the emo individuals of the world will slit their wrists in disgust! It is the ultimate plan! On the eve of it's creation, all the iPods will light up with the music of Linkin Park, and the resulting sound will forever affect the true world as we know it! This is MY act of destruction, one I shall forever be remembered by!"

Chris actually dropped his guard for a split second.

"What kind of chemical cocktail are you on? Even if you did succeed, it would just rid the world of something it didn't need anyway. You're beyond help, at least in the sense that does not involve my foot to your balls."

The green lightsaber lifted again, "That is… if you happen to have any. Perhaps some bizarre occurrence may have separated you from the only thing in your life that would have continued your pathetic genes. Honestly, I swear, the gene pool needs a bit of chlorine, especially after seeing people like you."

The one in dark, who is not fit to even be given a name, suddenly decided to state his name, to Chris' dismay.

"I am SephirothxKefkalinkinparkdarthvader37, the ultimate bringer of destruction. You will eat those words that you have wrought. I will surely make you swallow them."

"Do you have a shorter name I can refer to you by?"

"Though it would shorten your death, to speak a smaller name, for you to say it, I will allow you a boon. You may also call me Maurice."

"Maurice? No wonder you're so messed up."

"Shut your mouth! No one knows the pain I have suffered! These wounds that I hold forever stain my soul, they crawl beneath my skin, threatening to show the world what I am on the inside. Consuming… confusing… everything that you would cringe at the very thought of."

"Even that wasn't original. I admit, I've listened to a little Linkin Park, and I must say that's very much what they're going on about."

Maurice yelled an outcry, the surprisingly manly yell sending a shockwave that sent everyone but Sephiroth and Kefka off their feet.

He charged in, knocking away the green lightsaber, and crisscrossing his own sabers near Chris' throat.

"If you swallow your words, I may allow this to be quick. Your death will surely be the end of any hope this place ever had, and my ultimate plan will be…"

"Denied."

And thus, the Enforcer returned. No compliment was with him, though his radiating power seemed to have grown much since Chris last saw him.

Edrick stood with a look of utter contempt across his features. His arms crossed in a "give me a f'ing break" show of anger.

As Maurice let his weapons up for a millisecond, his focus shattered, Chris took the time to bring his right foot up hard, nailing Maurice in the balls so hard that he actually rose into the air a few feet, giving Chris the time to roll out of the way, leaping up into a defensive position with his lightsaber outstretched.

Maurice hit the ground; tear trails running down his face as he felt his essence shatter.

"You… you may have very… well… crippled… me…"

"As I said, the gene pool needs a bit of chlorine."

Edrick laughed, merely waving a hand, causing all the characters save for Magus, Janus, Crono, Glenn, and the team in the EPOCH, to disappear.

"Yeah," he chuckled, "I wish that was all me… but I had the Enterprise waiting on my signal."

Clearly, he did not want everyone to think he was overpowered. An overpowered original character is blasphemy to any intelligent writing.

"Stand back, Ensign."

Chris stepped away from the prone form of Maurice.

Edrick stepped up, bringing out his ornate sword.

"Because your crime was tied to the others that I have had to deal with… with the new experimental ship that the FFN recently commissioned…"

Well, that answered Chris' question.

"There is but one unfortunate way to make all of this better."

Maurice, with great difficulty, moved his head up, "Unfortunate?"

Edrick nodded, "Yes, I will have to end your existence permanently. You are beyond any kind of help I can give… besides that of separating your head from your body."

"You do not relish it though? I can run away… you can say I'm dead… you know… you don't have to do this…"

Edrick shook his head, "No, you are mistaken. It is only unfortunate for you. However, I relish in carrying out your sentence."

"What!"

Edrick swiftly kicked Maurice in the crotch, "One for the road…" he muttered, before sending his sword down faster than anyone else could follow.

The resulting blood splatter met a magical shield, keeping the onlookers from being drenched. Suddenly, all was as it was before, besides the other characters still being there.

Speaking of them…

Magus smirked.

"The shining beacon in the face of adversity. Almost makes me want to do it myself."

Edrick nodded, "Actually, Magus, people rarely want to use an unaltered character in their alterations. I could help you…"

"I said almost. For now, I feel like a week of relaxation would do me good…"

He turned from everyone else, waving his hand and opening up a time gate.

"It was fun… by the way."

He left without another word.

Chris looked at the others that stood by. Janus had the most odd smirk on his face; he realized it was probably a genuine smile.

"You know, someone like you in my universe would be without peer in ability."

Crono nodded, "Yeah, seriously, some extra help against Lavos or anything else that comes after us would really help."

"You probably know a lot of scientific stuff, having technology that I could only dream about." Mentioned Lucca.

"We could always use someone around the castle who has an insight into things." Offered Marle.

"Truly, a fellow warrior wouldst even the odds against any adversary." Surmised Glenn, saluting with the Masamune.

"Logically, wherever in the history of the planet you would stay, you would surely be of great assistance to all of us." Added Robo.

Edrick sadly shook his head, pointing to each and every one of them as he began to emphasize specific things.

"I am based off of someone who was making himself into everything that you asked. The most unfortunate thing about this is the notion that such a thing is considered very wrong by the FFN itself. In fact, I will have to erase our meeting from your minds. Now don't complain, it is really for the best that you forget ever having met me.

However, there is one thing I would like to add. Chris, you may want to know why it was so easy for me to contact them as apposed to any of the others you brought with you."

He waved his arms towards the group, "They are all of my own universe. With their own altered adventure."

Chris looked on in amazement, "Surely I would have noticed that…"

Edrick shook his head; "It is difficult, since I have not broken any rules in the meticulous alterations that I have crafted for them. I am even in the middle of making a past that it seems no one has even thought to touch! Granted, it is all based on a series of what-ifs, and I am also adding my own theories of what time travel can change… but still… it is surely going to be something. Perhaps not the emotionally satisfying work of Zipis, or something so mind bogglingly funny as Lady Vella, or as grandiose as Gibson, or even as conjunctional as Mox Jet and Cain, but it will be something within it's own right."

Pointing to Crono and Glenn, he smiled, "I am connecting these two…", then pointing to Magus and Marle, "though I have connected these two already…" then he pointed to Marle and Crono, "but then with connecting these two, I have made a more vast connection than I had originally planned…"

Chris held up a hand, "Why are you talking about this? Surely one who alters does not candidly talk of their plans."

Edrick nodded, "Even though I may go away on other business, perhaps even retire for good, their stories will still be told. Though… only with my express permission…"

He stopped in mid-sentence.

"Hold on, I'm receiving telemetry…"

Chris looked on in confusion, as Janus idly tapped the top of the scythe handle.

"What is it, Ensign?" He questioned, "… yes, I remember that universe, I eventually gave up on it… wait… what are you… what!"

Chris palmed his deactivated lightsaber, "What is it, sir?"

"Express permission was not given… I see… I was only just speaking of a similar matter. This is most… frightening… wait for a beam up on my signal."

He turned to Chris, "Someone has 'resurrected' Novalon."

"What! But I thought you were…"

"Yes, I was based off of him. Apparently, some other alteration specialist decided since the work was not updated in so long, it was taken as their very own. Something all high and mighty chalked up as a 'rob from the rich, give to the poor', or rather rob from the intelligent, defecate all over it, and release the monstrosity to the unwilling."

He quickly motioned to the team of characters that were still around, waving a hand and causing them all to disappear.

"Time delayed… yes? Good… Enterprise, I am ready."

As he was beamed off the planet, Chris looked up at the sky in disgust.

It seemed the work of the FFN was never complete.

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Finally, I've decided to release another installment. Everyone, please give zipis1 your support, as something so dastardly happened, that I only changed it slightly in the end. Of course, I would never take what exactly happened, or even mention the deviant author in full without express permission, but surely some kind of parody is warranted.

When a work is stolen, it is as if your very core has been violated, leaving a soiled feeling that never seems to wash away. It is unfortunate that seeing something like this happen to zipis1 has made me realize that many of us other authors are not immune to these effects.

For the love of God, if you are going to use an author's work, please ask them if you can first! With fanfiction, it is implied due to the very nature of what is being written, but for people to forcefully steal someone else's work, and destroy it's intended effect is frightening, to say the least.

My reviewers, I must thank you all for your support, and zipis1, I know you are one of them. Let us all hope that a copycat does not repeat the crime of the deviant author in question.

- Novalon