A/N: My deepest apologies for taking so long on this chapter!
Normal POV
Jessica was wanting to Mega Evolve with Michael.
'Jessica, with all due respect, you will not be able to achieve Mega Evolution. A trainer can only safely handle one Mega Stone at a time. if I use the Galladite on Michael I will not be able to use the other stone to Mega Evolve you.'
'This task will not require you to use both stones, Ash. My half of the bond is already set, all you have to do is give the other stone to my beloved.'
Jessicas' response caught the raven-haired teen off guard. Mega Evolution was the penultimate power a pokemon was capable of obtaining. This power was dependent on the bond between a pokemon and its trainer.
To all that were still gathered it looked as though Ash was the only trainer capable of fulfilling the conditions needed to achieve Mega Evolution. Pokemon could not form a bond capable of triggering mega evolution and, even if they did, a keystone would be required to keep the tremendous flow of power in-check long enough for evolution to take place. Pokemon could not carry a keystone themselves due to the close proximity their bodies would be to the primary source of power.
Because of this a trainer would be the one designated to holding the keystone and, combined with two of the three most important parts of a pokemon/trainer bond- love, trust and loyalty,- the power contained within the Mega Stone could manifest itself into a new form...
A form that accentuated a Pokemons powers by adding its trainers very heart and soul to the bond they already share. This kind of power, therefore, was only obtainable when the bond between a trainer and pokemon reached a level of trust akin to willingly, and without hesitation, risking their life for the other.
In this regard Michael had more than met the bond requirements for Mega Evolution to take place. The issue lay in the fact that the half-breed was a pokemon in both appearance and spirit.
This is what led Ash to voice his confusion but Jessica cut him off before even a single word or thought could be made as to why this wouldn't work.
'My beloved may be a pokemon, yes, but he was also a trainer like you, Ash. He created bonds with his own pokemon in the time he was a trainer even if it was a short time. While he may not be a trainer now, the bonds my beloved created are still there...'
Jessica turned to hide the growing blush on her cheeks before continuing.
'...That is including the one he created with me all those years ago...before he became a pokemon...'
For Ash, this brought back a discussion he had with Professor Oak a few years back about the idea of a human being becoming a pokemon. The professor had bluntly stated that the notion was, in itself, a ludicrous and unthinkable occurance. It also brought back unpleasant memories of the year after that discussion took place.
What had started as an innocent query turned into a full-blown project, one Ash was not at all convinced would prove anything other than the potential similarities humans and pokemon share genetically. The idea had been tossed around that a single gene was responsible for the way pokemon act and go about their lives. This was quickly dismissed as an improbability when DNA tests proved that more than fifteen million strands of genetic material separated human beings from their pokemon counterparts. While certainly a large number on paper it did nothing to dissuade further diving into the theory that humans and pokemon were more alike than previously thought. This led to the first government-funded research team, known as Pokemon Advancement and Internal Research...or P.A.I.R.
Numerous detailed analysis showed that, despite the lack of a vocabulary similar to humans, pokemon communicated with a unique language all their own. By studying the behavioral patterns and monitoring pokemon in different stages of its life, researchers at P.A.I.R. we're able to determine that pokemon exhibited the same emotional stages that human beings went through. Pokemon emitted the same mental and physical frequencies when exposed to identical levels of stress, joy, peace and sadness. unlike human beings, however, pokemon were able to stay in a state of stress and sadness more than three times what humans were mentally capable of enduring before complete cerebral collapse was eminent. Further research showed that a single chemical reaction was taking place within the Pokemons body that, for one reason or another, boosted its mental and physical capacity far beyond what most humans would ever hope of achieving.
This difference in emotional stability set the stage for the most controversial discovery of its time- the Pokerus virus.
Pokerus was long considered a boon to pokemon affected by the virus, due in part to the mental and physical boosts it gave to the host pokemon. The virus would remain inside of the Pokemons body, spreading to every part of its body through the bloodstream. It was only after an undetermined period of time that the virus completly dissapated from the hosts bloodstream. Inspite of the virus' absence the boon it left behind remained, seeking many trainers to purposefully seek out the virus so they could better enhance their own pokemon. The only reason this practice was not illegal was due to the fact that, despite tests numbering into the millions, not a single pokemon that had been affected by the pokerus virus died because of it.
In fact the most compelling studies revealed that pokerus did not reduce the overall lifespan of a pokemon it was living inside of. Some saw this as a potential money-making opportunity and, unfortunately, poaching pokemon went on the increase. Whilethe cases involving poached pokemon affected by the virus were mostly handled quickly and without incident, a select few managed to escape the arms of justice. That all changed when a poacher was caught with an injecting vial filled with the pokerus virus.
What should have been an easy arrest turned deadly after the poacher had injected himself with the virus. Similar to how certain illegal human drugs acted when administered to the human body, this one case saw the poacher require ten different officers keeping him pinned to the ground just to handcuff him.
Perhaps it was because of this that researchers surmised that the Pokerus virus could be beneficial to humans, the same way it helped boost a Pokemon, and perhaps be used to treat certain muscle disorders or previously incurable diseases.
The results were disastrous.
Every case involved a near total physical transformation of the body into that belonging to a pokemon, most often the one who had previously been the host of the strand of pokerus being injected into the person. Many died due to the lack of preparation by the researchers, none had thought that a simple injection from a pokemon would create such havoc within the human body. While many did not suffer, a select few did not go quietly.
These documented cases led to the human host succumbing to the more primal nature of a pokemon, their humanity all but forgotten due to the incredible mental and physical toll such a transformation had on their body and mind. Never before had a previously documented case, or any known case for that matter, led to retaining of cognialitive and mental functionality to a degree that would leave no doubt as to whether or not ones humanity remained intact after such a transformation.
It was rare for those subjected to such transformation to fight a prolonged battle within themselves. Perhaps it was the hope of returning to normalcy that kept them going, maybe it was the idea that what they were experiencing was nothing more than a bad dream. Not surprisingly many researchers found that nightmares plagued those affected on a regular basis, some losing their battle from this alone. In total, of the four thousand trainers who volunteered to be test subjects to the pokerus virus, only three hundred survived the initial transformation phase. Of those three hundred cases only eighteen were able to withstand the virus longer than a year.
Only one of the trainers who took part in the experiment lived long enough for the pokerus virus to dissipate from their body. The whereabours of that trainer were unknown but many believed they went into permanent hiding to keep the reporters and government away.
All research on the pokerus incident was locked away and the story eventually went away a year later. No other attempts at poker us infusion were made, though a few rogue agencies tried smuggling the virus throughout that time period. In the end it was belived that anyone who had become a pokemon has been exposed to the pokerus virus and would soon die due to the irreversible changes it forced in humans...
...Yet here stood the half-breed, Michael, retaining not just total cognitive and vocal functionality but, against all odds, complete mental awareness and the ability to discern right from wrong- on both ends of the spectrum.
Michael had transformed completely into a pokemon and, Inspite of research that would say otherwise, seemed totally adapted to the changes.
'Are you saying that the bonds you and him shared back then are still present? Even though he is no longer actually a trainer, or a human for that matter? Yes, he was human at one point but Michael gave up his humanity when he used Mega Evolution to save you that night so I cannot say for certain your idea would work.'
Jessica gave a gentle shake of her head before facing Ash once again, those eyes of amber filled with determination and something much deeper...
'I know Michael better than anyone, Chosen One. I have learned so much about this world we live in, as well as the power that a bond can hold. I have learned that the strength of an Eternal Bond can never be broken, even if our bones are ground to dust and our minds go beyond our own influence.'
Jessica cast a quick Barrier around Michael just as the S03 finished a slashing motion that would have caused considerable damage to his chest spike.
'Mega Evolution isn't just an outlet for excess power to be made manifest, Ash, it is also the key step in creating an unbreakable bond between pokemon and humans. Michael sacrificed what he had just to make me happy, even at the cost of his reputation. Society wants us to believe that the bond between us is supposed to be simply platonic.'
Jessicas voice was rising in pitch and, despite it being telepathically sent, Ash began to wince at the intensity of her words. At that moment the S03 bent its body at an awkward angle to avoid a direct hit from Michael's left arm-blade and Jessica knew she needed to wrap her thoughts up sooner rather than later.
'I have faith in Arceus' vision of the future my beloved and I will share together. I have faith in my mate, my beloved Michael. I have faith in everyone who has ever stood by our side. I KNOW what we have together and what we have created together is right!'
Jessica, either due to the emotional outpouring happening from her own thoughts or simply because she wanted him to hear it from a 'true pokemon', broke her telepathic link with Ash and spoke directly to Walcott.
"There is nothing wrong with the bonds humans and pokemon share together! We support each other just as friends and lovers do! I have learned many things from him, yet the one thing my beloved taught me to understand more than anything else is that something not accepted by society doesn't make it wrong if all it does is bring joy to those involved!"
Walcott, hearing Jessicas words and taking mere seconds to process them, spit on the ground and chuckled loudly.
"HA! You think you speak for everyone? Are you even aware that even a seemingly harmless thing you call a 'bond' carries with it consequences you would never be able to handle?"
Walcotts' voice went down in pitch, those piercing blue eyes, filled with contempt, staring right at Jessica.
"Do you know of the genetic plague that has become of these 'harmless bonds?'"
Jessica narrowed her amber-colored eyes at Walcott and tried to read his mind. As she attempted to form a psychic link with him the S02 blocked Jessicas intrusion with a jamming psychic wave.
"Dont even bother, wench! You wouldn't even understand what my mind holds...the agony of being corrupted by the very thing you seek to protect! Do you believe my actions to be nothing but blind rage seeking an outlet?"
Jessica gave a firm nod of her head and prepared to breach Walcotts mind again when the S03 broke off from its attack on Michael and made a bee-line for Jessica. The corrupted Gallade charged its fist with a viscous purple substance of which there could be no doubt...
"JESSI! Get down!"
A blur of peach and navy blue pushed the stunned Gardevoir out of the way before the Poison Jab attack could connect on Jessica.
Jessica shook her head slowly, causing Walcott to scoff at the shiny Gardevoir. Walcott then reached into his left vest pocket and pulled out a small device with five buttons on it. A gloved right hand pushed down on one of them and both the S02 and S03 ceased their attacks and took a defensive position on both sides of their master.
It was only then that Jessica could see the damage done by the S03, its poisonous strike making contact with Michael's chest spike and spreading through his body rapidly.
"Michael! Hold on, I'll cure you!"
The panicked voice of Latias rang out as she hovered over the weakened form of the half-breed and used Refresh on Michael. The results were almost immediate as the deep purple spreading through his chest spike dispersed without a trace of it left.
"Damn you, you monster! Why are you so hell-bent on destroying something that doesn't concern you in the slightest?" Jessicas rage was barely kept in-check as Walcott smirked at the damage the S03 had done to Michael, even if it was quickly removed.
"This whole 'bond' bullshit reminds me too much of that day...the lies we were told while they stuck those needles in our arms..."
Ash tilted his head to them ice and took a step forward, his arms outstretched and piercing gold eyes looking right through Walcott.
"Wait...did you just say 'stuck those needles in our arms?'"
Walcott narrowed those hate-filled icy blue eyes at Ash and kept silent for the moment.
"You...are you...that trainer? Walcott?"
The P.A.I.R. leader smirked before spitting on the ground again, eyeing his right arm with disdain.
"Do you know what I went through, Ash? Do you even have the faintest of ideas how godamn painful it was being subjected to that plague? To have your humanity stripped from you while your entire body is reshaped into one of those bloody creatures?"
"Yet you survived...so why? Why are you still living in the past? Why can't you move on, Walcott?! That research was terminated! P.A.I.R. Was dismantled as a result of the disaster! Why would you willingly become the leader of an organization that only opens old wounds AND use the very teams name as your label?!"
Walcott grew uncharacteristically quiet, his fists clenching into seething balls of hatred before responding to the Kanto Champion.
"Destruction of the pokerus virus...it's as simple as that. I know those bastards are still alive...the ones who did this to me, so I plan on killing them, along with any research pertaining to it. Those who stand in my way are just collateral damage, this includes people AND pokemon! I will snuff out anyone looking into the pokerus virus so it can never be brought back to the discussion table!"
Michael gnashed his teeth together as he was hit with a revelation.
"Is that why you killed Professor Langston?"
All eyes went from Walcott to the half-breed.
"Are you going deaf, you fake pokemon? I just said I plan on eradicating ALL who seek to use the Pokerus virus, no matter the reason."
The half-breeds legs were visibly shaking along with his arm blades. To all but Walcott this went unnoticed.
"You killed Professor Langston simply because he was involving himself with the virus...even though he was on the cusp of finding a cure for it?"
"You claim he was looking for a cure, yet he was also infecting his own pokemon with Pokerus. It was clear that he intended to continue what those idiots started so I had him removed and his research destroyed!"
Michael had tears forming in his eyes as memories came flooding back to him.
"I saw his research...he was going to be a visionary! He was going to show his results to the Pokemon League so they could approve his vaccine...it was a vaccine he tested on himself! I watched him inject the strand of pokerus into his arm and remain unaffected! He could have cured you, you bastard!"
Michael began making an advance towards Walcott when the S02 blocked his path with a barrier.
"Nothing good ever came from the pokerus virus! Once I've destroyed you, that bitch you call a mate, your kids and the 'chosen one' I'll make sure nobody ever hears of the virus again!"
Walcott turned his attention to Gary and the others before silently nodding to the S02.
The S02 lowered its protective shielding around itself and Walcott so it could cast a Thunderbolt at the gathered crowd. Latias dove infront of the path of the bolt, however, causing the attack to lose any sort of punch when it came in contact with the resistant Dragon-type.
Latias than turned to face Walcott.
"To think that a human being can be so cruel and so blind to the truth...not since Latios was taken from me have I seen such disregard for life!"
Walcott, again, showed his displeasure towards the legendary Eon Dragon, spitting on the ground and ordering the S02 to erect its powerful barrier around him. The S03, as if acting off of a silent command, rushed forward and clashed blades with Michael once more.
Ash was quick to observe the renewed battle between the two Gallades...
Michael was struggling to keep up with his corrupted doubles' assault, lacerations and freely-flowing blood told the boy just how gruesome the S03's attacks were. For every attack Michael made the S03 managed to either parry it or dodge harm by a hairs breadth, all the while unfailingly connecting with penetrating blows that sent the half-breed to his knees on more than one occasion. Whenever that happened Michael was quick to get back up, his pride as a Gallade and the high stakes this gruesome battle held were keeping the adrenaline flowing and blood pumping through his veins.
As if his thoughts were readily visible to the half-breed Michael lunged forward with his left leg planted to the ground, just barely allowing the other leg to hover above the dirt and blood-caked ground. The force being exerted on Michael's left leg allowed for massive propulsion to occur, the half-breed using his body as a battering ram to push the S03 back a fair distance and dislodge a small piece of its bloody chest spike.
The momentary victory allowed Ash to take a better look at what the half-breed had endured at the hands of his twisted counterpart. Much of the damage Michael had suffered would have put your average pokemon in a critical state but here he was, repeatedly defying the pet of an insane master, trying to protect what he cherished most.
'Despite his tremendous will to prevail he needs more than guts to come out of this alive...'
Ash knew that intestinal fortitude would only get Michael so far and that was provided he was pressing the advantage. It was only because of Jessicas faith in him, along with Latias' healing, that the half-breed was still going at all.
'Michael has sustained incredible damage for me... his strength and powers are nearly spent as well...he wants to win so me, Blade, Amber and our newest arrival will be safe...to shoulder that burden, can you understand such a heavy weight, Chosen One-'
Jessicas' thoughts were interrupted when Michael turned his head to the right and winced noticeably in pain.
'Jessi...it's time...'
Michaels words carried an incredible weight to them, as though the fate of everything he held near and dear depended on Jessica obeying his words.
'I can't hold him back forever. We need to take off the kid gloves and show this bastard what the future holds for this world...and show his lack of being a part of it!'
The moment Michael finished his thoughts the ire of Walcott fell on him once again.
"S03! Destroy that Gallade once and for all!"
Michael perked up upon hearing the attack order and re-enforced his stance, using his body as a shield to completely block any attacks on his beloved. Jessica leaned in as close as she could before wrapping her arms around Michael's' waist, being mindful of both their spikes.
The half-breed bit his lower lip as the sinister clone charged forward with both blades fully extended and at the forefront of its body, taking a stance similar to when someone wanted to spear something through.
"You think your genetically altered rejects can match the power of an Eternal Bond? I will take great pleasure in showing you the error of your ways!"
Michael turned to face Ash with an emerald gaze was so sharp it could have pierced concrete.
"ASH! NOW!"
Michaels' cry broke the teen out of his thoughts and, with the S03 fast approaching, time was of the essence.
With a focused breath the Kanto Champion reached into his back pocket and pulled out a Mega Stone that was slightly different than the one in his other hand. Ash prepared to guide the power contained within the latter stone and, with former only seperated by inches to the other, Jessica felt a tightness form in her chest spike as psychic energy began to enter through her spike.
This phenomenon was as rare as the Mega Stones themselves- two pokemon that share the same evolutionary tree while also possessing the genes to allow for Mega Evolution to occur within them. When such an event happens it is said that the similarities of the two stones, combined with an identical set of DNA, cause an even greater surge of power to well up within the two pokemon.
This was exactly what was happening to Jessica and Michael as both of their bodies reacted to the unique mixture of psychic energy now pulsing between the two stones. This effect was even more noticeable on Jessica the moment the second Mega Stone was exposed to her field of vision.
Ash then held out the Galladite from earlier and pointed it at Michael, the dying glow of twilight creating a faint glimmer of light in the colors of red and purple.
"Let the aura flow through you, Michael! Let our souls reverberate as one!"
As light began to engulf the half-breed Ash threw the other Mega Stone at Jessica, who caught it with one hand while holding onto her beloveds body with the other.
The S03 was barreling towards the pair at a breakneck clip. Its lethal blades, capable of slicing through just about anything they wanted to, were seconds away from running Michael and Jessica through. Hate-filled emerald green eyes were an appropriate sight on a creature completely devoid of emotion outside of murderous ecstasy.
For Blade and Amber it was as though time was moving at a crawl, dragged on by a current that defied logic. While the S03 was seemingly unaffected by what was transpiring within their young minds, all they could do was watch with agonizing cruelty as the outcome of this encounter was all but certain.
Neither Jessica nor Michael were lifting so much as a finger as they were taken by the expanding sphere of light.
Seconds later the S03 thrust its scythes forward and penetrated the center of the mass of light, sending Blade and Amber into a fit of despair.
Both closed their eyes and screamed.
"MOMMY! DADDY!"
"MOM! DAD!"
Inspite of the apparent interruption in the evolution process the two arm blades that belonged to the S03 were suddenly pushed back towards its body. Confusion and rage were at the forefront of the corrupt pokemons' gaze.
Seconds later the Hell Pokemon was forced back by an intense shockwave, followed by another and another, each one pushing the corrupted counterpart further and further away from the prism of light.
As the shockwaves increased in frequency and power pieces of the light-drenched sphere began to harden and turn a brownish color. The discoloration worked towards the center and completely blocked any vision of Michael or Jessica from the outside.
Seconds after the sphere of light became solid cracks began forming in the outer shell, beams of the earlier light piercing the mold and foreshadowing the immense power seeking release from its prison.
One final shockwave sent the fragmented ball of light scattering in all directions. With the protective shell gone all eyes were glued on the two figures smack in the middle.
Michaels' Mega Evolved form was nothing out of the ordinary but Jessica looked completely different.
From the head down Jessica looked nothing like her previous form. The bob of cyan blue hair that partially covered her face was gone, replaced with a clean weave of hair that showed off both of her amber colored eyes to perfection. Never before had her eyes given off such an intimidating aura as they did now.
Further down the single amber colored chest spike had split in the front and almost completely dissipated from the back end. The spikes size had nearly doubled and the amount of power Jessica began radiating made the very air around her distort and bend.
The biggest change was undoubtedly the attire Jessica was wearing. Rather than having a full-body dress the shiny Gardevoir was wearing a waist-high wedding-style dress of the finest satin. From the waist up Jessica looked much more frail but that notion was dispelled when a strong burst of psychic energy forced itself out from her chest spike and surrounded both Michael and herself in a powerful Barrier.
A pair of satin silk gloves ran all the way up to Jessicas elbows to finish the ensemble, giving her a very beautiful visage.
As eyes drifted back and forth between Michael and Jessica, Walcott continued to grow impatient at the impromptu delay. Rather then voice his displeasure, however, the P.A.I.R leader reached into his waistband and pulled out a Beretta "85 Cheetah" before taking aim at Jessicas' chest spike.
As Walcott applied pressure to the trigger of his gun a tremendous psychic force manipulated his hand to turn the lethal weapon away from Jessica. The gun was then discharged after Walcott's hand had been forced away from any potential victims.
Those usually intimidating soulless blue eyes were transfixed with primal fear as the P.A.I.R leaders hand was then forced up and away from his body, the sound of bones breaking and tendons ripping creating a devilish shriek from Walcotts lungs.
Upon hearing their masters anguished cry the S02 and S03 went to Walcotts defense. The S02 erected a powerful Barrier around the P.A.I.R leader, causing Jessicas psychic influence to become severed from Walcotts body.
The S03 made a reckless charge at both Michael and Jessica with both of its arm blades extended in a spearing motion. Michael let go of Jessicas' right hand and dashed towards the S03 with blinding speed. When half-breed met Hell Pokemon the sparks began to fly as arm blade met arm blade in a frantic clash of raw power.
Every time Michael connected with a vertical slice the S03 countered with a horizontal cut, causing considerable damage to the half-breeds body. Each time a blow connected on Michael's body his piercing emerald green eyes burned fiercely with undying vigor. Michaels chest spike was glowing fiercly with an emerald hue.
The S03 fixed its bloodthirsty gaze upon the half-breed before lunging once again, trying to end the fight quickly. Michaels speed was much more noticeable now, however, as evidenced by him creating a clone of himself every time he dashed away from a potentially lethal jab.
A vicious Thunderpunch to the side of the S03's skull revealed the viscous blood that composed its entirety seconds before new skin was formed over the lost flesh. The entire process seemingly set to run on an endless loop of blades clashing, blood spilling and lives hanging in the balance.
The S03 kept its eyes locked onto its target, it's own blood pooling around it and the half-breed. A scorching hot ball of flame engulfed both of the Hell Pokemons arm blades, the heat they gave off causing nearby blades of grass and splintered pieces of the gym to become engulfed in the flames.
Michael countered with a series of Ice Punches, each clash of elemental blades creating an explosion of condensed air that sent onlookers to the ground.
The S03 came within inches of severing Michael's head with a particularly nasty horizontal arc using its right arm blade to pin the half breed down while the other went in for the kill. Just as the S03 was arcing its other blade towards Michael's neck, however, the half breed kicked his counterpart off of his body and into the rubble of the Viridian City Gym.
Another moment saw Michael make a stabbing motion at the core of the S03 but it's chest spike was much more resilient than his own. What pieces did become dislodged though we're quick to reform from where they had been removed from. Any damage the half breed did was quickly healed through some unknown method it's very blood had programmed inside of it.
Despite this Michael was fighting with newfound determination knowing his beloved was fighting at her full potential. The future of his family and friends demanded that he emerge the victor. No matter how loudly his body was screaming for him to call it quits he had to refuse his bodies wishes, the playing field was level at last so he knew he had to take full advantage of that fact. A sense of inner peace was washing over Michael despite being locked in hand-to-hand combat with his corrupted counterpart, more than likely due to the fact that his beloved was fighting on the same mental frequency that he was. As a result the two could see what each other saw and relay what they saw telepathically. Jessica was able to aid Michael by amplifying his body's natural reaction speed, giving the half-breed superhuman reflexes and a much higher capacity to land critical blows.
On the flip side Jessica was fighting a mental battle with her corrupted counterpart, the S02, as well as its Barrier Prison ability. Despite the tremendous surge of power that came with her Mega Evolved state, as well as the mental assistance from Michael, Jessica was unable to cause much damage to the S02 when it's barriers were fully powered. The few moments in which the S02 had no protective shielding were crucial for Jessica to try and end the battle before she ran out of psychic energy and it showed in her determination. Michaels' mental aid boosted her accuracy tremendously, allowing the use of much more powerful abilities that normally sacrificed accuracy in exchange for raw power.
As the S02 was shielding both itself and its master it kept its gaze focused on the S03, which was now being pummeled by the lightning-fast fists and blades of Michael. The damage the half-breed was dishing out far exceeded the S02's biologically altered programming and, as a result, most of offensive capabilities of the S02 were redirected to its corrupted partner.
On the other side of the coin the S03 was now sacrificing it's defensive capabilities so it could maximize it's offensive power. All of its defensive powers were transferred to the S02.
In that sense the corrupted counterparts had their own kind of bond. Theirs, however, was far from stable and Michael's next offensive burst proved that, half breed or not, he had something far more precious in his corner-
An unbeatable, unbreakable and unending bond. A bond whose strings would never be severed no matter how much pressure was applied to them or how many times someone or something tried to cut them.
Both Michael and Jessica complimented each other perfectly; they were two pieces of a complex puzzle that made up what the other lacked. Whereas the S02 and S03 sacrificed portions of their power to aid the other, Michael and Jessica sacrificed nothing. As a result their battle prowess far exceeded anything Walcott could ever have hoped to plan for while in their mere evolved states.
Even though their combined attacks were leaving no sign of damage on either of their corrupted counterparts, both Michael and Jessica could sense the tide turning in their favor. Soon it would be time to settle this for good but, until that moment arrived, they needed to find some sort of weakness they could exploit to gain ground faster.
They say that revelations can happen in the most obscene of circumstances and without prior warning. It was at this moment that the half-breed remembered something about a prior altercation with the S03.
Taking a gamble, Michael charged his right arm blade with electricity and connected with a powerful Thunderpunch. The force of the punch dislodged a portion of the S03's left shoulder, leaving the viscous red blood scattered on the burnt ground around them.
As the blood coalesced and began to make its way back to reform with the S03 Michael charged his left arm blade with fire and landed a direct hit on the same spot his other fist had hit.
The results sent Walcott into a fit of rage while Michael couldn't have hidden the smirk on his face even if he tried.
"How cliche...when all else fails we should kill it with fire..."
Again, my most sincerest of apologies for the delay in this chapter being uploaded. I hope this was worth the wait but you should know that the battle isn't over yet.