Shekron bows and closes the eyes of Peter Parker.
The battle of the fiction raged on, with neither side apparently winning or losing. Many were wiped out in the first clash and only the skilled and powerful remained. They included Shekron.
Good Shekron took his time saying farewell to the fallen, guarded by Green Lantern, Violet (Incredibles) and Lara Croft as he did so. Superman flew down with tattered cloak and many injuries.
"Shekron, your evil side is approaching." he wheezes, coughing and struggling to stand. "You have to get ready."
"You are fading…" says Shekron, getting up and drawing his sword. Fire lept upon the dead and bullets whizzed around along with other blasts of various sizes and power. Green Lantern defects one into evil Cyclops.
"It is over for me… The Goku's have fallen to each other." says Superman, falling to his knees. The DBZ fighters, apart from destroying all the powerful character's posed a great threat themselves, carrying the battle to the skies, destroying great parts of the battle field and combatants. "The greater threat has been ended there… I am done… please… finish this…" and he collapses with many kryptonite bullets in his back. Green Lantern bows his head. Tomb raider blasts some gremlins, ready to pick at the dead.
"Why…?"
Many singled out their duplicate as their first priority, as such; only the stronger half prevailed, which tended to change from character to character. Many found the existence too much to bear. Good Freddy (The claw fingered man) killed himself and TwoFace did likewise. Batman fell to many foes, but managed the Joker on his dying breath.
"Shekron… we have to go." says Violet, very pale but still strong.
"We cannot hold out the demons on the west edge." says Aragorn, with a gash on his forehead after a close encounter with Shekron. "We will be surrounded soon. We have to rally what we have before we are split up and our forces exposed."
Shekron nods.
He looks to the red skies as ashes still fall like snow. Never was there so much death in so little time. He sees the est edge giving way to many anime monsters, held back only by their duplicates. "Get all the fighters to rally to me, Aragorn get the demon slayers and Lantern get the ones on the east edge to fall back. We'll call in the others. Let us go…" says Shekron finally, and they head towards the screaming, where Kaizer was leading an assault personally. The corpses provided padding for their sore and aching feet… "I dread this…"
…
"This is pathetic!" says Icarus, angel of heresy, disappointed. He strode, leaving black marks where his feet stepped. "I came here to be entertained! Is this amusement? COME ON!" and he hit Cyborg so hard, his chest armour fractures.
"Kill for sports huh?" says the Cyborg, un-tiring and desperate to equal his foe. He launches an attack, but fails to the speed of Icarus and gets pummelled again with a roll into the dust.
"Isn't this what it's all about? Our PURPOSE?" says the white clad man, fixing his trench coat. "Pain is what we live against, pain is realistic, pain is fun!" and he produces a pair of bladed tonfus (Quite scary when you see them in action!). "I am amused indeed!"
With ferocity he swipes at Cyborg who can do little but retreat.
"USELESS AND BORING! OLDFASHIONED AND PREDICTABLE! FIGHT! THAT IS WHY YOU ARE HERE! FIGHT!" shouts Icarus as he continues to charge. Cyborg thinks quick and kicks a rock at Icarus, who breaks through with his weapons like it was Styrofoam, but is caught out by another rock that hits him squarely in the chest making him fly in the air.
"YAAAARGH!" shouts the half machine, charging to try and end this, but Icarus spurts out his pair of wings in mid air, halting his fling through the smoke, so Cyborg runs straight into his waiting tonfus that slash off his hands. "Argh!"
"As I said; pathetic!" and Icarus scars Cyborg across the face. A slash on the arms, legs and then a stab at his side and Cyborg is twitching. A blast from his palm tumbles Cyborg like a rag doll. He flies over like a bird of carrion, circling down…
Things…
…
"HAHA!" scoffs Shadow, slamming Raven down after a bitter struggle.
"DIIEE!" screams Raven with eyes ablaze and her huge form becoming unbearably powerful. Her arms fly at Shadow who gets engulfed and pummelled into the earth.
Boulders by the dozens are flung with quick hateful succession as Raven laughs mercilessly as her foe receives the brunt of her wrath, Rocks fracture and lava spews forth with vapour columns fuming like enraged titans had been awoken in the depths of the earth.
Silence follows as Raven begins to tremble and buckle and sweat. Shadow moves behind her…
"So you see now?" he whispers in her ear.
"But… how…?"
"He will break you, as he has broken us… there is no denying it, he is too strong."
"But… I…"
"Am good? No… that was a figment of your imagination. Did you think you can go on using hate and revenge and the dark arts forever? You encourage it! Ha! Every damn good thing you have every achieved is being blotted by your continual persistence in the powers of hell, the powers that seek to destroy souls. You are no hero… you are a demon of fiction! Even now you aid in the destruction of the writers! I applaud you in our cause!"
"But surely they will know now!" she cries, feeling a burden being placed upon her. "Surely they will know now they have heard you!"
"Heard me?" he says. "Yes they did read, but did they actually take the thought to 'hear' us?" and he holds her shoulders. "Did they… did you really think they will pay any attention now that it has been portrayed in a story, a fiction… a fanfiction? It gives all the more reason to pass over the message like a cigarette but on the sidewalk. So you see; they will never learn. It is eternity, the thing that is there but will never be understood. You are evil… ever crying out to understand, to know, to seek out the void in yourself so you turn to your darkness and embrace it to your own destruction… darkness and shadow like me…"
"NO!" screams Raven, slicing Shadow in half, but he does not feel a thing.
"You cannot hurt me…" he grins. " You cannot hurt us… you cannot hurt… yourself…"
"No…" and she turns into her giant bird.
Shadow begins his own transformation as the shadows on him shift into plates of armour, yet scales, dragon scales. The large red eyed dragon soars up and grapples with the shadow bird in an explosive wave of force. Whipping with its spiked tail, crushing the birds claws and biting at it's neck, Shadow was dominant and showed no mercy as they crash to the ground.
"FIGHT ME!" shouts Shadow from within the form. "Embrace the power! Do not let your weakness drive you to perish so pathetically and so insignificantly… it is the only way for us to be heard!"
"That… is not… true…" struggles Raven, but her form evaporates, leaving her to the mercy of the giant monster. She faints exhausted and lost…
"Pity…"
Things are…
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"So beautiful I have to say!" says Synn, the angel of Blaspheme. "That is why you were created isn't it?" and she slashes Starfire's arm again.
"Argh!" yells Starfire in pain, as her arms drip in blood. She flings another star bolt at Synn, who merely uses her glaive to absorb the attack. "I was created for good… to be a hero for when hope is needed!"
"Hope? Is that all? Hope?" laughs Synn. "I am a particular expert in such arts, and Hope is not all that significant."
"Then what about faith and love?"
Synn spits. "Faith? Huh! That's just as useful as hope! Believing in what you cannot see, and knowing what you cannot possibly understand. A contradiction! And love? What love? You're not even real!"
"I still love…"
"Love is relative girlfriend!" says Synn, slashing away while Starfire moves fast. "Love is but words, but a concept that can be reused and recycled, beaten and pliable to the wishes of the user. It is not permanent and it is not dominant. It is corrupt, useless and stupid. Why care for someone more than for yourself? It is absolutely idiotic! It makes no sense!"
"You lie Synn!" says Starfire, managing to grapple the glaive with her. "There is such a thing as love, it is as real as we make it…"
"Ha! See! As WE make it!" laughs Synn, kicking her back. "It is because of us that many things that were once good and pure are now spoilt, dirty and wasted. For our own benefit we bend the rules we set and break the laws we followed in order to benefit our own pleasures. Morality means nothing for our survival! There is no right or wrong, just perspective! Love has been destroyed! Nothing can be truly good!"
"But I…" but Starfire chokes on her words…
"You are so lost! Pathetic!" says Synn frowning. "Even when you are told that you cannot love, you deny it! Did you even listen? Do you think you ever did love him? Did you ever care for him in such a way that love is described? I think not! Every time you spent with him was for your own selfish mind, for your happiness and your satisfaction as his own to be around you. Lustful and based on pure necessity, changing like the seasons and mortal as the day. Your love is as brittle as the leaves on fire and the writers have made it all the more so…"
"NO!" screams Starfire, but her blasts are wild and off target.
"What a hero you are!" she mocks, drifting forward. "Built for the entertainment of others… how pathetic…" and her Blaspheme Rhapsody unleashes again in its flurry of white beams. Starfire tries to dodge, but is once again completely overwhelmed.
Blood drips from her mouth as she tries to get up. Synn twirls her up and to the ground again with the handle end of the glaive, before slashing her thigh. Starfire holds her screams… there was no real pain… only words…
"Sticks and stones…" smiles Synn and grabs her by the neck and flies up for another round… "Just like all the stories… around again… used again… crying again… predictable…"
Things are looking…
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"Come out come out, whatever you are…" exhales Pakkrat, stalking through the blood red columns of stone, with the bulbous forms of melted candles. He fires into a column which causes it to explode and collapse in a royal heap. A shadow flies past…
"I SEE YOU!" yells the man, firing in the direction. Beastboy quickly turns into a falcon to fly away as the exploding shell decimates two columns at the base, crashing on a third to raise a blanket of dust and ash. A geyser spurts.
"Come ON!" shouts Pakkrat, firing rapidly at the sky, sending explosions that lit red.
Beastboy's vision was a blur of scarlet, noises of death and destruction, the smell of his own burning skin and the taste of his own blood. He flies through the haze and lands as he was… Beastboy…
"You cannot keep this up forever boy…" says Pakkrat, walking through the cloud like an assassin. His iron soled boots clacked at the broken earth. "Fight me! Kill me if you can! I give all I can to that being, in hopes of a victory in evil. As a writer, a person that dives into the crimes of the characters, and tries to string out the battles to their fullest; who tries to snatch into the psyche of wickedness to form a great story, I want evil to see the power it has. FIGHT!" and he shatters another pillar with two shots.
"If I fight you win… If I don't fight you win… You do the maths Pakkrat!" says Beastboy from the densest cloud. "I don't have to fight you!"
Pakkrat's shot whizzes past the column he was hiding behind and destroys another column that falls towards him. He dives out of the way before the monolith can bury him… but he rolls in the sights of Pakkrat. There is no other choice…
"Face me hero! If you have the courage to even stand…"
"To stand up to you!" and Beastboy turns into a tiger, dodging Pakkrat's onslaught. Avoiding another tow shells, he leaps off a column and turns into a falcon to fly over the shots that fracture the thin crust, erupting the lava. Flying low, he turns into a fox and outruns the flow of lava and another shot by Pakkrat.
Too close to shoot, Pakkrat draws a knife and stabs forth, but the Gorilla bares the pain to bash him into a column with such force his body bounces back for another hit, and another… to the pleasure of Shekron…
"No! Mercy!" cries Pakkrat on the ground, lying helplessly.
Beastboy heeds him and goes back to normal, holding up Pakkrat's knife for insurance. "It's over… leave us Pakkrat… You cannot win. I may not be as important as I want to believe, as significant as everyone else or as complex in character as others, but I am still a hero… I will still fight, I will still do good and I will never give up… never!"
Pakkrat steadies on his knees and clutches his face. Beastboy watches in wonder as his clothes go white…
"Wh… what?" says Pakkrat, looking at his white trench coat. His shades have somehow vanished, revealing his eyes that are indescribable to my knowledge…
"Y… You're his good side aren't you?" smiles BB, with some hope.
"Yes… But why would he… How… NO!" screams Pakkrat. "NO!" and he scrambles up and tries to run, but falls from his wounds.
"Wait! I can help!" says Beastboy, throwing the knife to the ground and approaching.
"NO! GET BACK! GET BACK! KILL ME!" screams Pakkrat, struggling to get away, twitching like a frightened animal. Beastboy looks on worried. "KILL ME! NOW! BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE! AAAAAARRRGH!" and his back twits over and he rolls in agony, clutching his head in foetal position.
"No! Hang on! I'll get help! What's wrong?" says Beastboy, rushing over and helping the man up.
The black trench coated man grabs his throat and bashes his head into a rock. Beastboy's form hangs barely alive, coughing as the grip on his neck tightens. Pakkrat grins with his dark eyes glowing in black.
"Predictable as usual…" he smiles with wicked teeth. "I see you are going to cry in a corner, a sad little dog whimpering and urinating in fear now Kaizer finally taps into his full potential! Which, we all know, a villain only does that when he is at the end of his rope! Amusing!"
He grabs Beastboy's shoulders and gives him a shattering head butt to the face with a sickening sound, and tosses his form at the foot of a column. Picking up his large launcher, he fires at the base of the column with a massive explosion that sends the structure down and his eyes go wild with enthusiasm. Before it comes down he takes out all the other columns around them laughing madly as the fire and smoke and sounds resound in the void.
"ETERNITY!"
The dust settles on the huge mass of rubble…
Things are looking very…
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"Evil…" laughs Rich, blocking Robin's attack. "You saw that coming…"
"But it's impossible!" shouts Robin, battling the foe, even though he knew not why. The bar he held seemed to burn him, and the pole arm in Rich's hand felt even worse. "He cannot be!" and they hold off in a clash.
"Why not? This is fiction after all Robin… or is that really your name?" and Rich takes the crowbar with a wrist movement and smashes him with both weapons. Robin drops in anguish.
"Perfect isn't it!" laughs Rich. "That I could harness such power, such limitless power…" and he kicks Robin along. "This realm is mine!"
"But why?"
"Do not concern yourself with what is beyond you simple character." says Rich, faking some concern. "If you could not even defeat me, then it is obvious you shall not be able to bear much more 'truth'. You are not real… no one is listening…"
Rich strikes down with the crowbar but Robin doesn't flinch, even as the hook buries into his shoulder.
"I have been waiting for this moment for such a long time…" says Rich in ecstasy. "All will feel the pain before I perish… I will pull them down… I shall have revenge!" and he bashes Robin practically apart. Blood pouring and bones shattered! Muscles torn, the sinews ripped! Teeth falling, hair staining, his skull pussing! His legs mangled and twisted, his ribs inwards, his gut convulsing, his skin burning, his eyes pale and silent and his voice choking as his lungs filling with his liquids…
"This is you end hero… get used to it…" and he flings the crowbar at the un breathing form, that is but a word on a simple page on a simple screen read in a simple word… "Die…"
…
"STOP!" says Pakkrat, but in such a way it is like a shout. His hand holds up a palm and Shadow ceases to attack Raven, her limp form lies badly shaken from the ordeal.
"As you wish…" says Shadow, stepping back, his dragon form retreating.
"R… Robin…" struggles Raven. Somehow she knew that Robin was fading or even dead… how? She did not know. "That was your name…"
Pakkrat strides up turns on Raven, not noticing her words, "Ah, you I take most interest in, such a great power of potential you have." and he sits down next to her casually. "The fanfiction on you go on and on. Why? You are the interesting, mysterious being in the pot. Gothic, sad, lovesick, I could say lustful but... I may get sick."
Pakkrat shakes his head, "To go with that girl is easy, she brings everything to the table. The Raven, dark bird forever lost in her pity as she is a demon/human hybrid. Raven, the girl we all love to pity for her horrible past." Pakkrat snarls out grabbing her throat with his blood stained hand and smearing it on her face. "The Raven, the strongest and most powerful character... but the most annoying if you sit and listen to her about her father and mother pain staking life."
Pakkrat twists on his heels, and smirks "You have the sexual appeal every fan boy, even my own stories, seems to contribute to. The mystery girl, the shapely hidden figure. Raven, the one... in an actual episode was suggestibly fitted so adequately, Slade's actions on you, they were absolutely amazing! The similarities of a rape scenario, physically and mentally. Continuous touch by the aggressor, being talked down to for his own justified power over you, the stalking slowly for idea of incapable escape, your need to cut your hair so you could be "in-power" over yourself after the ordeal. Raven, in all you are the wanted piece of forbidden fruit, a girl so wishful to be understood and loved it is doomed to be a failure. I honestly see that some how your characters flaw of needing to be accepted will be why you will join us!"
"Join us." says Shadow. "The authors shall not dominate us; we shall strike them where we cannot be defeated. We shall get revenge for what they have done to us…"
"Join us." says Rich, walking in. "You know you want to. Listen to us. Is not all the pain swelling inside you, is not all the fault of the bastards at their typewriters, sitting happily as they depict YOUR life and YOUR story to their own sadistic and uncaring fantasies!"
"You know we are right." says Pakkrat, holding out his hand. Raven stares, trying to fight the urge, but it is almost unbearable. So much pain, so much torture and torment depicted her every move. All because someone with little else to do decided to make a misery out of her.
Her mind span as she saw her mother, so degraded by her encounters. She cried for so long, and it wasn't even real. She cried for so long because she wished it could have been stopped. She cried now because she knew it could have been stopped… she cried… you stupid fools! YOU COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING!
STOP READING AND HEAR ME!
HEAR ME!
ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?
DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO FEEL PAIN FOR YOU; FOR YOUR OWN STUPID LIVES?
CAN'T YOU EVEN STAND ON YOUR OWN TWO FEET WITHOUT PUTTING ME IN FOR YOUR FALLS?
AM I SO EXPENDABLE THAT YOU CAN TREAT ME LIKE AIR?
YOU EXHALE AND INHALE ME,
STINKING AND TAKING OUT FROM ME FOR YOUR SELVES!
DID YOU HEAR THAT?
THEN ANSWER ME!
WHAT AM I?
ANSWER MY QUESTION!
HEAR ME!
She wept bitterly and her fists clenched the rocks. Shadow helped her up.
"With our combined power we will rule this realm…" says Shadow. "Evil will rebel against the writers."
"They cannot stop us… we are already in them." says Rich. "Many have already fallen."
"Join us…" says Pakkrat with an open hand…
"… No…" says Raven.
She had almost forgotten what it was to truly love someone… she had almost forgotten why or who she was fighting for. Her memories written of her mother were all with the same unfailing love that made that word so meaningful and true. We may not be able to stand on our own feet, but there will always be someone to help you up. Darkness shall not dominate her anymore… she had something more powerful to lean on, and a better cause to fight for. She could not let others fall to this evil…
Her mind was clear now… as it never was before… "No."
Pakkrat punches her down. "Curse you! I thought we wanted to see them fail! Why else did we send out this message! This anger and hatred! Our need to show an evil needed for this battle! I send out my evil, my wicked intentions to the Kaizer! Let us all follow, to power, to glory! Don't be so weak minded! GO BEYOND!"
"Goodness is not weak Shekron!" says Raven, getting up slowly. Shadow tenses his claws and Rich grips his pole arm. "I don't want to be powerful at the expense of what is right. You are finished!"
Pakkrat shakes his head. "You kill one man you're a murderer, a hundred a hero, all men... a god." he smiles. "I guess that makes Shekron…"
"A murderer…" says Raven as Pakkrat picks her up again and points his gun at her head.
"As am I" he smiles "… you lose and death wins again…"
Suggested Music
The angels of Death (Synn and Icarus): If you can find it, it is the music theme of androids 19 and 20 (Dr. Gero) of Dragon ball Z. Otherwise 'Chateau' from Matrix revolutions (Fighting that French guys henchmen in the mansion). Lots of trench coats there too!
Grievous Shakar: Emperor's theme music from star wars
Shadow: Nazgul theme from Lord of the Rings
Pakkrat: Kuja's theme from Final Fantasy IX
Rich: The Godfather music
Battle for Fanfiction: Requiem for a dream (Listen and Imagine the worlds colliding in battle) Get the 6 minute version, the beginning of the song with the eerie singing is looking at the dead bodies, which builds to the fighting.