"You're now a slave until the end of time, and nothing stops the madness turning, haunting, yearning, pull the trigger! You should have known, the price of evil, and it hurts to know that you belong here" - Avenged Sevenfold "Nightmare"
33 Nightmare
Yacaeli's greatest asset is her ability to send anyone into their worst nightmare. Even multiple people into one awful, awful dream. She works in illusions, and has spent decades devoid of her powers, perfecting them in theory. So that when she finally stole them back, she was able to use them tenfold.
However, she did not prepare for the idea that someone could possibly steal her empowered abilities and use them back on her. And that was her fatal flaw. Because the instant the Genesis Stone had fallen around the Umbreon's neck, the nightmares started.
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The only ones unaffected by Tenebri's assault were the ghosts.
At least, that was what Paul had decided to call themselves. Ghosts seemed like an appropriate term. The rocks had fallen through them, and they had died.
The meadow had disappeared when Yacaeli's powers were stolen, making him assume that it was run by her abilities. Now that Tenebri was in charge, every illusion Yacaeli had created had disappeared, and the Umbreon was rapidly creating her own universe.
Paul met May's shimmering eyes, and felt his stomach drop (but he didn't have one, did he?) as he observed her transparent form. She glanced from his equally unnerving figure to Tenebri, nodding to indicate they had to stop her.
He gritted his teeth. He knew that, of course. What he wanted to know was the stupid Coordinator's plan to achieve that goal. Of course, he doubted anyone like her was capable of planning.
May looked to the three birds, her sapphire eyes huge. "Could it work?" she whispered.
Avious smiled. "What's that saying you humans have? Ah yes: so crazy it just might work."
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Drew was reliving the horrors of every night that had ever befallen him. The day he saw his father hit his mother; the night the kids from the neighboring subdivision jumped him on his way home from the store; that awful, awful evening he lost May.
Every terrible thing that happened to him, he relived it, tenfold. And he was guided by the two demon children of himself and May, taken through the memories step by step by their bloodstained arms and cruel smiles. They still had that wretched rock.
With every memory they walked him through, they sliced his arm open. "A scar," said demon May, "to remind you of your pain."
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Leaf's nightmare hardly fazed her. It was the same one every time. In fact, Leaf was truly beginning to criticize Yacaeli's retelling of her worst nightmare (or, in this case, Tenebri wasn't doing much better). Certainly, the dream put her in a fantod, but it never truly frightened her anymore.
She had been subject to the same horrific nightmare the whole time she had been chained to that wall, and it was getting a little boring.
Yes, she hated to see her beloved Gary bloody and mangled on the floor, lying in front of the Sky Cat's bloodstained jaws. Yes, it unnerved her to watch Ash be hung and swing hauntingly by his neck. And of course she was always a little scared when Giovanni pulled the knife across her throat, suffocating her and turning her vision red before going completely black.
But that was getting a tad bit repetitive.
Leaf honestly wanted to make a suggestion to Yacaeli (or Tenebri). Instead of frightening her with an age old nightmare, perhaps she should use her worst, most terrifying day.
The day Ash and Gary forgot who she was.
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Brock's worst nightmare wasn't really worth going into. Basically, every woman on earth turned into zombies and was out for his blood. The only part he liked about this dream was that for once, all the girls were chasing him, instead of the other way around.
Max, however, dreamed about losing his mind. He had gone completely berserk in his nightmare, and while he did insane things and behaved like a total lunatic, there was a part of his mind that he couldn't reach, the part that held his sanity.
Try as he might, he couldn't get there, and as he slowly lost every ability his great mind once had, he was aware of it. That was the most terrifying part. He was going off the deep end, and he knew it.
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Lucas had come back for revenge. Dawn hadn't known what to do. To run would have been criminal, and to stay would have been suicide. But he was after her, and as hard as she tried to hide, he always found her.
"You heartless bitch," he said in a wispy voice, as if he were made of wind. They were in her house, and he had cornered her in a cupboard. "You sent me to my death. You killed me."
"I'm sorry Lucas!" Dawn cried through her tears.
"'Sorry' isn't good enough," he hissed. "An eye for an eye, Dawn. I loved you, and this is how you repay me? I think it's only fair that I return what you gave me in full." The ghost Lucas cocked his head to the side, his eyes full of hatred. "I'm sure Paul will help me."
Dawn sputtered with fear. She scrambled off the ground and rushed away. The scenery of her home had shifted to an eerie wood. There were whispers from the trees that sounded awfully like Paul and Lucas. Nowhere was safe. She was going to die in these creepy woods, and no one, save her dead killers, would know.
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Mew had an awful, awful nightmare.
She had been playing with Lucario, teasing him by hiding with only her tail visible, when he suddenly didn't come and find her.
"Lucario?" she called, coming out of hiding. "If this is a trick to help you win, I'm not playing anymore!"
It was then she saw the great big ship. It was made of metal, with big whirring engines on the sides. The ship glinted in the sunlight, but Mew knew it wasn't friendly. The humans never made things like that to say hello.
Lucario was already running at it. "Get out of our home!" he yelled at the metal. "You are not welcome here!"
Mew gasped. "No! Lucario, don't!" She sped off after him, flicking her tail to go faster.
"Get out of here, Mew!" he commanded her. "I don't want to see you hurt!"
She stopped. Lucario had ordered her. She would never disobey him. But him getting hurt would be even worse, and she knew it. "No!" she yelled, and she flew after him again. "I won't watch you get hurt either!"
The ship was alive. It had claws lashing out of its metal body like a giant Tentacruel. Mew tried desperately to catch up with Lucario, but he was too far ahead.
The metal claw hit him and knocked him out of the air as he jumped up to meet it. Mew saw awful red drops fly as it collided with him. She soared to where he lay, feeling tears bubbling up in her throat.
And just like that, the ship was gone. It killed Lucario, and it left. Mew never, ever found it again.
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No one really wants to hear what Shaymin was dreaming about. Mostly all the flowers dying and no one wanting to smile with him anymore. Not terribly exciting.
Suicune's never ending nightmare, however, was terrible. He dreamed about Celebi falling out of the sky, shriveled and old. He saw his brothers Entei and Raikou face the wrath of Arceus on his behalf. He dreamed about what Ho-oh would say when he saw what Suicune had done to the other Legendaries. He was hated, exiled, and rejected. No one wanted him.
He was a traitor, forever incriminated by what he did. Nothing would ever change that.
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"I created you," Arceus hissed. "I breathed life into your corpse. I can take it back just as easily."
"But you won't," Yacaeli snarled.
Arceus let out a furious hiss. "No," he growled. "But I will take away your powers. I will give them to Lugia, and together we will take down Dialga, Palkia, and Giratina."
The Sky Cat smirked. "You can't bear to admit that I was right, can you? I told you they would come for you."
"You were plotting it yourself!" he screamed. "You told me of it, and then you turned around and made sure your prediction came true!" The Great Creator narrowed his eyes, and there was clearly pain in them. "How can I trust you anymore?"
Yacaeli still can't understand why she did it. It was the most moronic move she had ever performed, and she regretted it to this day. The Sky Cat leapt on her former mate, pinning him to the ground with her deadly claws extended.
"You can't," she purred in his ear.
And that was how the great Sky Cat fell from the moon to the earth, and that was her nightmare. Every blow Arceus had hit her with, every one she had countered with, and every hit he had taken. It had pained her so greatly. She would never be rid of it, not as long as she lived.
Yacaeli almost wanted to die, so this pain of betraying her love would go away. And yet, she wanted to live, if only to tell him she was sorry.
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The scenery had changed again. I had been in the cave just seconds ago, and now I was in nothing. The world around me was murderously black. I don't think I was actually standing on solid ground, but rather just there.
It was like a canvas that was yet to be painted. For some reason, I expected things to start popping up out of the darkness.
And wouldn't you know it, they did.
First, the color of the place changed. Then ground appeared, then trees sprung up, then dark clouds, and so on, until I was standing in a full scenery and couldn't even remember what it was before.
It wasn't a happy place. The sky was dark and menacing, with evil clouds furling around like a witch's brew. Lightning lit up the sky, revealing for an instant the treacherous landscape before me. A resounding thunderclap followed, so loud that I felt my bones shake.
I was on a cliff, with a sprinkling of trees standing behind me. They were bent in awkward positions, as if their growth had been interfered with by something villainous. Down below, past the sheer face of the cliff, the sea roared with fury. It crashed into the cliff face, so violently that I was brought to my knees and the rock actually cracked.
It was the loudest thing I had ever experience. My thoughts were drowned out by the howling of the wind threatening to pluck me off the cliff, not to mention the hurricane going on around me. I saw things in brief flashes, for the only light came from the sadistic bolts of electricity around me.
It took me a while to realize what was wrong with the picture, until another boom of thunder forced me to lie down and grip the ground for dear life. I was looking down at the roiling waves below (just the watching them made me feel seasick) and was forced to view a sight I wouldn't wish upon my worst enemy.
Everyone. Everyone I had ever known, ever spoken to, ever loved was in the water, rolling up and down with the waves. Their pale, cold bodies were tossed around like dolls, thrown into the cliff and dragged under again and again. I could see their eyes, their glassy, lifeless eyes as if they glowed in the darkness.
"Oh," I gasped. My hand flew to my mouth. I was going to be sick. Trembling, I brought myself up to all fours and threw up over the edge. The retching left me coughing and gasping for air, and at some point they melded into tears and sobs. Misty was dead. Brock too. May and Max and Drew. Paul and Dawn and—oh God, was that Mom down there too? My Pokemon were there as well, looking sickening with their fur and feathers clinging to their bodies like drowned Raticate.
I couldn't bear the sight anymore. Shaking from my weeps and from being sick, I gently laid myself down on the rock and faced the perilous clouds above. I was alone.
"Alone," I said aloud, though I barely heard it.
The wind picked up and tore my hat from my head. I heard the waves below crash into the cliff again, and flinched at the thought of Misty's body being blown to bits against the rock. The thunder and lightning laughed at my misery.
I felt fresh tears well up in my eyes again. My throat felt hot and scratchy, and my nose and eyes burned with sobs. "I'M ALONE!" I screamed to the sky. In a deranged fury, I slammed my fists into the rock. "COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY ALONE! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT?"
It wanted to taunt me, whatever it was. Poke fun at my pain and laugh at my tears. Well, I didn't give a fuck. I was angry, miserable, and alone.
I hardly noticed the fire tear through the fabric of the dream.
*AN: Did you all get the joke up there? I hope so.
So, the chickens and I made a deal. For every review I get, one of them will stop picking on Ophelia. Ophelia is the only chicken we have with a name, because her legs don't work right and thus we can tell her apart. Because of her handicap, the other chickens want to eat her. So, donate to the "Save Ophelia" fund by reviewing! I'll need at least six, cuz there's six chickens other than Ophelia. I would put up a picture of her, but I can't link it to anything but Facebook.
If you all REALLY want to see her picture, I'll put it up as my Avatar from the time I post the next chapter to the one after it, but in order to tell me, YOU MUST REVIEW! I feel like a solicitor. So... to stop soliciting, I'm saying bye now. Bye.*