((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))