((Gawdly))
THWACK
The
Dark Lord was lifted off his feet by the blow, sailing backwards and
landing on a building, crushing it into rubble. As he struggled to
regain his feet, Mewtwo stumbled and fell into a power station, huge
sparks exploding from the collision. Millions of volts burned through
him, setting every nerve aflame. NO! This cannot be...anger surged
through him, giving the Dark Lord new strength. Regaining his
footing, he took a step towards his rival, landing on a gas station.
The fuel exploded, setting the Dark Lord Mewtwo's feet on fire. He
stomped his flaming paws, creating minor earthquakes, but the flames
continued to burn, licking ever upward, blinding pain increasing as
they rose. The smell of burning fur filled the air.
((Coreworlds))
"And
now...it's the end for you." Mewtwo said, as he cupped his hands
back. A surge of energy formed in the hands, growing larger and
larger.
"HYPER...BEAM!!!" He shouted, causing the
very earth to rumble with his voice. The blast of energy lanced out
for Dark Lord Mewtwo, igniting an explosion greater than a nuclear
fireball. Mewtwo put up a shield and waited for the dust to
settle.
"Whoa!" Chris yelled as the blast wave blew
him and his Pidgeot several miles away, but the two came back to
watch the end of the battle unfold. Is he dead yet?
((Gawdly))
The
Dark Lord laughed, a deep and eerie rumble. The Light Lord had struck
his most powerful blow yet, but it had meant nothing to Mewtwo. Now
he would feel the wrath of Evil, and the coming of the Night. The
Dark Lord had the ultimate power, one that even Light Mewtwo could
not stand against. He tried to raise his hands the air, to write the
mystic incantation in the sky, but his arms would not respond. The
Dark Lord looked down, wondering why he had no hands, and
no...middle. The explosion had literally torn out Mewtwo's
midsection, miles of steaming intestine spilling to the ground.
The
Dark stared into the Light, and kissed the Night.
((Coreworlds))
"You
are finished." Mewtwo said, as the blow he struck disintergrated
the body of his evil counterpart. "The city is safe. Now, I
shall return to my original size."
Mewtwo did just that,
and floated in his bubble, a six-foot cat once again. The Pokemon
army was no longer mind-controlled, and they ran away to the forests,
free once more.
"Damn! Lost!" Giovanni slammed his
fist down onto his desk as the news carried the defeat of the evil
Mewtwo over the airwaves. "Now I'll have to find something else
to do, to terrorize the populace..."
((Gawdly))
It
was finished, yet it had only just begun.
The Dark Lord's body
disintegrated, leaving nothing but a smoking crater in its wake.
Mewtwo's soul splintered and cracked, and sent spirit-slivers flying
in a multitude of directions. Some were blocked, and some fell to the
ground, but six of them found resting places in the warm flesh of a
human being. Each of the splinters contained at least one unique
trait, one special skill of the Pokemon. Upon entering the host, the
skill manifests itself, turning the recipient into something more
than human, and more than Pokemon.
((...left for another thread))
