Several months have passed since the final battle. Things only grow darker in the world, as if light will never shine again. But things...Are about to grow even worse. For the Death and Slavery of the Hero's is bad enough. But what is to follow is even worse. For two souls, shall be corrupted. One by their own free will. The other, by force.
ShadowMewtwo once again stands by the window, looking over HIS realm. It would seem that he has everything he needs, wants. A entire world in shadows, at his beck and call. Plenty of innocents left to hurt, kill in the most horrible of ways. But there is one thing he does not have. One thing that he needs. One thing that he wants, a burning desire to get this one last thing, no mater what he must do. He taps his claws against the window sill, growing more and more agitated. He has waited far to long already. Any more waiting is akin to torture. His vaguely catlike face contorts in anger, and he growls.
"Phibrizzo!" ShadowMewtwo snarls out, his eyes starting to glow that hellish blood red as he anger gathers power all around him. A grayish purple shimmer appears before the angry Lord, and a small boy appears.
At first glance, this boy seems to be just that, a small boy. His purple hair is lightly tousled, his small frame sending out signals of innocence. But his eyes, throw all notions of innocence out the window. Deep in his eyes hide hints of something far far darker. A evil as ancient as the world itself, maybe even older then that. Hints of madness flash across those deep green eyes, like bolts of lighting in a stormy sky. This boy, is not what he seems to be.His form is mearly a cloak for his true self. A Monster Lord, of uncorpared darkness. His eyes stare into ShadowMewtwo's eyes as he scuffs his shoe against the floor. He knows what ShadowMewtwo wants, and without waiting for him to anger even more, he holds up a glowing yellow orb.
"ShadowMewtwo. As Requested, Freya's soul. Her very being, int he palm of my hands! With a single motion I can crush it in my hand.Crush her life, so her heart beats nevermore!" Phibrizzo smirks slightly, knowing ShadowMewtwo has far darker purpose then mear death in mind for the girl. He waits however, letting ShadowMewtwo speak his desires.
"How far is it done? I want it done NOW. I want, no need, Jen by my side. She should be by my side forever! Ruling this world as the dark princess she refuses to accept that is within her. " ShadowMewtwo finishes with a hiss, his eyes glowing even more, and a red aura dances around him. He slowly floats nearer to Phibrizzo.
Phibrizzo gulps slightly, knowing somehow that ShadowMewtwo's power eclipses even his own. "A few days! A week at the very most." With a glare from ShadowMewtwo he quickly adds. "Remember this, ShadowMewtwo. It takes more then a few years to build a empire that will last forever, and more then a couple months to turn a shinning soul to darkness. But it WILL finally be done, in less then a week. I give you my world." Phibrizzo slowly smiles. "The games up to this point were mearly pain, to weaken her physically, and of coarse the pain we inflicted upon her friend...to weaken her emotionally. The last game I have planned will shatter her. And then she can be rebuild with darkness, by you. Her soul will forever be corrupted by this, yes and that will make her yours forever more!" Phibrizzo slowly giggles, and dances around. He lets out one more giggle, then turns to go. Slowly he stops and floats the yellow ball up to ShadowMewtwo.
ShadowMewtwo glances at it, and slowly smiles as he whispers the nickname he long ago gave to Freya. "Little Flower. I trust you did many horrible things to the flower to harm Jen?" ShadowMewtwo slowly strokes the ball, purring slightly, as if the very mention of pain gives him pleasure beyond what most know.
Phibrizzo raises his hand, the yellow orb floating back into his palm. "Oh yes! she is fun to lay with you know, so energetic. She won't ever just give up. No mater what kind of torture I put her threw, she refuses to just crawl into a ball and whimper. She fights instead. And screams. Oh yes, she's very good at that. All night long, she screams until she passes out. Screaming about how she's going to take our shoes, and kill us with muffins. Most entertaining. A most fine toy!"
ShadowMewtwo floats closer to Phibrizzo, and stretches out his claws, petting the Monster Lord's face. "Oh please continue to make the Little Flower scream. Please please, tape record it for me even! It will make good bedtime music, at least until I have my Princess to help me sleep... Just..." ShadowMewtwo's eyes focus on Phibrizzo. "Just do not kill the Little Flower. She should be tortured for quiet a while. Perhaps for the rest of her life. Or until she gives up...if she ever does."
Phibrizzo nods in agreement, and slowly closes his eyes, giving a big child like grin at the thoughts of what he shall soon do to the two girls in his care. The grayish purple shimmer covers him, and he vanishes back underground to finish his horrendous means of play.
iAfter Cyber Hiwatari took Cat after the final battle of the hero's, he found he did not wish to place her in one of the slave camps. Strangely, his odd attraction to her only grew, and he kept her in his own base. Strangely enough, he seems to care for her, even love her. Cat, in return, has fallen in love with Cyber Hiwatari, and though tortured by the thought of her friends in pain, her love seems to blind her from any thought of escape. It is here she stays, most willingly./i
In Cyber Hiwatari's base, Cat lays on her belly playing with a piece of string. Her gaze is off somewhere, past the dull gray walls of his base. She thinks of far deeper thoughts then a teenage girl should ever have to think about. Slowly she sighs and burrows her head deep into he carpet struggling not to cry. She feels so confused. She loves Cyber Hiwatari. Even though it has been just a few short months since he brought her here, she knows this. He has never mistreated her, never hurt her or forced her to do anything she does not wish to. But is it wrong to love him? He killed so many... He has done such horrible things. But she has not yet forgotten about her Friends. Her love for her friends keeps her worrying about them nearly constantly. Are they OK? Are they even alive? There was so much blood on the battle field. There was so many body's...
Cat cry's harder, and if he can sense her emotions, Cyber Hiwatari enters the room. He sees Cat crying and runs to her, kneeling by her. His tousled hair, gray in front and black in back, drifts in his eyes as he puts one hand on her shoulder. His red eyes focus on Cat, intensely as he slowly whispers to her. "My Little Cat, don't be sad! Be glad! You and I are together, and we can have anything we want. Just name what your heart desires, and I will get it for you, if I am able."
Cat slowly rises her head, her eyes sparkling with tears. She knows what she wants, he can never give her. But even though she knows this, she still asks. She can not help but ask. " I want Freya. She's my best friend. And you just..just let that freak take her!"
Cyber Hiwatari slowly frowns, her hurtful tone hurting him far deeper then he would of liked. He wanted to please her. More the anything. But he also knew he was unable to give her what she desires, this time. He slowly strokes her hair and whispers in her ear. "She was needed. You know ShadowMewtwo. He needs this, he needs that. Hes the ruler of this hole damn realm. He has more power then any of the rest of us..." Cyber Hiwatari lays down by Cat, his head turning to look deep into her eyes. Tearfully she looks back into his, as he continues to whisper to her. " But never worry, my Dear Cat. I will make sure he never needs you. If he ever tries to take you..I'd..." Cyber Hiwatari's eyes light up with near blood-lust, as thoughts of carnage drift though his mind. Slowly he clenches his fist picturing ShadowMewtwo taking Cat. His fingernails bite deep within his palms, blood bubbling out of the marks. In his daydream, he pictures ShadowMewtwo being ripped apart by Black Dranzer if he ever DARED to approach HIS Cat. Slowly he chuckles, turning his attention back to Cat. As he looks at her again, the daydream fading, his blood-lust calms. Cat..Eases his prescience. Making him calmer then he's ever felt in his life.
Cat slowly sits up, And Cyber Hiwatari mirrors her movements, also sitting up. She leans against him, and he puts his arm around her shoulder. Cat looks at his palms,s lowly frowning. "Don't hurt yourself. I hate it when your hurt..I hate it when you bleed..." Cat slowly slights, wondering again if this was right. She wanted to help her friends, but what could she do? And Cyber Hiwatari..She loved him more then she thought it was possible to love another. Her heart wanted nothing more then to be in his arms, but can she really? Cyber Hiwatari caused the world to be as it was, in shadows and darkness. Was she turning her back on her friends, on all she knew and believed in by staying with him? She closes her eyes and whispers, so softly Cyber Hiwatari can barely here her. "I don't want to think. Or hope. I just want to be by your side. I don't want to think of them, but I can't help it!"
Cyber Hiwatari strokes her hair, smiling down upon her. "In time the memory of your past will fade, trust me. Just trust me my Little Cat. In time it won't hurt anymore, and there will be only us, and our love. That is all that maters, all that will mater. I promise.
Cat burrows deeper in his arms, wanting so much to believe. Perhaps it was possible. Perhaps the past did not mater so much. Besides, no mater how much she cried, it would not free those from slavery. It would not bring back the dead. And it would not return the world to a bright and sunny place. This was all she had now. And it was more, then most had.
In a large cave, deep underground, lurks a strange creature. Thick fur covers him from head to toe, and if you gazed upon him, the first thoughts in your head would be Gijinka Bunny or rabbit. But confuse this creature with those cute fluffy bunny's humans keep as pets, would Be a grave error. This bunny is far more then a cute fluffy thing. This is the bunny that would make normal bunny's scream. In fact he would make humans scream, and has on many a occasion. He is the King of Sorrow, and his name is well fitted to him, judging from the sorrowful way the boy chained to the wall whimpers.
The King smiles, then frowns and slices a thin strip of skin off the boy's upper left arm with his left clawed hand. As the boy whimpers, he digs his claw into the wound, causing blood to pour out in two waiting glasses King holds in his other hand. The boy screams weakly, then his head falls forward. King waits till the glasses are near full, then rubs his fur on the wound, and it closes, though no new skin grows over it quiet yet. The King hums a bit, a strange melody of both happiness and sadness, as if the boy's meowings of pain both gives him happiness, but also makes him sad.
Once this is done, the King of Sorrow laps up the blood on his right claws, then takes one of the glasses from his left hand, and spins around to gaze at his guest. "Why here you are, Dear Crimson Myotismon!" King of Sorrow chuckles as he hands one of the glasses to the Vampire Prince. "Crimson Blood for a Crimson Vampire!"
Crimson Myotismon smiles, his white fangs glimmering. He takes the glass in his gloved hand, and slowly sips, closing his eyes as he indulges in the joy of drinking fresh blood. "The blood of the young is so sweet, and when its from one of the hero's, even sweeter!" Crimson Myotismon turns to King of Sorrow, a small drop of crimson blood falling from his left fang.
"A dash of fear, a pinch of salt, and most of all a heap of sorrow!" The King utters before taking a large swig of his cup. "Such makes the best blood Tea, and I Know you agree with me, Crimson Myotismon!" King of Sorrow hums a bit again, then turns to the boy pinned to the wall. "I wonder whatever shall we do to this poor poor CJ, so full of sorrow upon the wall?"
"Many thing can be done, Many a thing indeed." Crimson once again smiles, as the king squeals suddenly and dashes to the wall.
King of Sorrow's quick flick of the claw floods the room with gray light, casting everything in a sorrowful slate color. Small animals, bats, mice, rats, squirrels, even a cat and a few poodle puppy's are pinned to the walls. Most are dead, their corpse strangely enough utter no smell of decay. The unlucky ones are still alive, abide weakly. Those ones who still live, whimper softly in fear, pain, and above all, sorrow. Their eyes open and close like fish as the whimper and cry. From the ceiling dark purple, blue, and gray streamers are pinned, blowing slightly in a stale breeze that occasionally flows though the cave.
King of Sorrow turns to Crimson Myotismon, his nose twitching. "I wish humans to be pinned to these walls of my lovely home. It would make me sad to see them pinned, but sadder still NOT to have them pinned here. You DO understand this, right?"
Crimson Myotismon certainly looks like he does NOT understand, but he smiles politely, deciding to be a good guest and pretend to understand. That is after all what King of Sorrow wanted him to do. Understand. " Of course I do, King of Sorrow. We must all have our home decorated in the fashion in which we choose."
The King of Sorrow's ears perk up at Crimson Myotismon's words. "YES! To make our guests sad when they come, and sadder still when...IF they leave! King of Sorrow laughs a bit, then wanders closer to Crimson Myotismon, and both stare at CJ.
"Are you going to leave CJ pinned to the wall like a butterfly on a board?" Crimson Myotismon asks King. CJ moans a bit at this, whimpering even more and giving off weak twitches.
King of Sorrow wrinkles his nose, thinking. Thinking of the sorrow CJ must feel. Thinking of how SAD he was to see him pinned to the wall, in agony. But also he thought about how having CJ pinned also made him just a little happy. But JUST a little of course! "I think I would very much like that. Yes!It will cause great sorrow to keep him as such, so I will!" King of Sorrow declares.
Crimson Myotismon just smiles again, sipping his blood tea once more. As the King of Sorrow prattles on about sorrow and pain, it seems as if this little tea party will last well into the night.