Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Rejected ❯ Visions of a Second Nightmare ( Chapter 12 )

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OFF: It took a LOOOOONG while but Chapter 12 is ready.

I hope you'll all enjoy this chapter. Time to work on the next chapter now...

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CHAPTER 12: VISIONS OF A SECOND NIGHTMARE
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"How are you, mister Half-Mew?" asked a familiar, feminine voice. "You know... there is nothing I hate more than sorrow and sadness."

Two bright saphires appeared in the darkness... saphires? No... these were eyes... and yet, they glowed so brightly and were so beautiful... and the sadness in them...

"I hate sorrow. You should be happy. If you don't want to be happy... then I'll make you happy! I'll infuse you with the ever-lasting awe of soulessness!" boomed the voice.

BROOOOOM!

The thunderbolts pierced throught the thick veil of the sky, revealing the nightmare...

BROOOOOM!

A kindergarden... a small village made of beautiful child toys...

BROOOOOM!

Thousands of children staring at the sky, hapiness all over their faces...

BROOOOOM!

Thousands of happy children... staring endlessly at the sky... their throats cut wide open...

BROOOOOM!

This was a kindergarden... no... not a kindergarden... it was a cemetary... a cemetary of a fake hapiness... an awe of death...

BROOOOOM!

The dark clouds moved aside and the huge, burning sun filled the cemetary with it's light. To the horizon, an endless field of toy block towers... the very ground was made of a soft carpet, the kind that human children play on... well, that's what Derlank used to say...

In front of me, a tiny shadow floated... it was about the size of Jirachi but it's figure and aura were much different...

An aura of intense sorrow emitted from it... and it was small, curved, a bit like a cat... it's tail was incredibly long and articulated too...

Finally, the shadow veil was casted aside, revealing the shadow...

"Don't cry, my child... You too will be happy!" stated Mew, tears of blood flowing out of her eyes while she grinned like a maniac...

She laughed... but it sounded so... twisted... so tortured... she sounded... insane... completely insane...

Then, she turned to me. "You look tired! Rest for a while!"

Huge toy blocks rose all around me... huge blocks that were several times my size. Mew was surrounded with a dark red aura...

"NOW! SINCE I'M SO NICE, I'LL BUILD YOU A BED!" she boomed.

The toy blocks were hurled toward me with all of Mew's incredible strenght.

From all the sizes, dozens of blocks that were more than heavy enough to crush me were sent flying toward me at an insane speed. Using my psychic powers would be foolish. They're too many of them and they're too big, too heavy, and are flying too fast for me to stop them.

Dodging was my only option. I used my powers to try and fly upward... but the blocks were closing in... very quickly...

My eyes widened and sweat covered my face... I had barely left the ground that time slowed down, revealing two blocks twice my size, barely a few inches away from me, about to crush me...

NOOOOO! I promised Cherlie! I... I can't die here! I won't die here!

But then... why am I panicking? This is only a nightmare, a vision... I will not die even if I am crushed...

But then, I remembered Jirachi... I remembered his death... how he was killed in the nightmare... and how his true body suffered the same fate, shortly after...

Does this means that... that I will be crushed so easily? That I will... vanish?

NOT A CHANCE! I don't know what kind of twisted vision this is... but I will not let a vision end my existance!

I know my psychic powers are too weak... that I won't make it... NO! I WILL make it! I WILL do it!

Concentrate...

FLAAAAAASH!!!

UUUUUURGH!

FWOOOOOOOOSH!!!

BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM!

CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!CLANG!

The toy blocks smashed into each others, a few feet under me. I was floating above them? I... I did it?... I... I didn't knew I had such powerful psychic powers! That's amazing!

"NO! NO! NO! MEANIE! MEANIE!!!" screamed Mew in rage.

Why? Why is she enraged? Why does she attempt to kill me? What did I do? What is happening here?!?

"Mew!" I called to her... she turned to me, gazing angrily in my eyes, her face spoke only of hatred...

"Why? What did I do?" I asked.

"I... HATE... suffering..." she mumbled. "I will... eliminate... suffering. Hapiness... for all!"

She glowed dark-red again... wait a minute... something's wrong... awfully wrong. Dark-red aura? Isn't psychic energy supposed to be blue? Why is her own aura dark-red then? What happened to her?

The children... they begun to stand up and then gathered around Mew... she slowly lowed herself to ground level, standing in defiance... then, the children crawled to her like the zombies they were and hugged her... and more and more did so... until she was completely covered with bodies... but that didn't stopped more children from hugging the sphere of bodies... and soon, the sphere slowly rose as the children clung to it, making it larger and larger...

The sphere was now... HUGE! It was so gigantic... I was a mere insect next to it... I had never seen something this large, never, ever... even the Steelix I fought back in my days of being a Defect was about a quarter of this monstruous thing's size...

Two gigantic bone arms that ended with three scythe-like fingers came out of the sphere as well as three pairs of rotten, half-decayed angel wings...

"We are all friends... be our friend too!" it was Mew's voice... but it was so twisted... twisted as it came out of all of the children's throats at once...

The sphere floated foward, extending it's sharp scythe-like fingers toward me. "Become one with us! Throw away your sorrow! You will be happy... you'll like it!"

No! I refuse to become one with such a twisted thing!... and how could Mew somehow grow into such a... a... an abomination?!? She's supposed to be a Legendary Pokemon!... not some kind of monster! What's going on?!?

I floated backward and slowly turned around. I sent myself flying foward, away from the vile sphere of bodies!... but then, hundreds of bodies rose just in front of me, forming a living... or rather, non-living wall just in front of me...

"Join us... join us... join us... join us..." they chanted...

The sphere grows closer... the sharp claws... I can see them getting closer... my neck... Mew won't kill me, will she?

"Join us... join us... join us..." chanted the ocean of bodies, Mew's voice echoing in their throats... their sliced throats.

The sphere was so close... the claws are in range... the sphere wind up for a direct attack... directed at my throat, of course.

"Join us! Join us!" the bodies chanted faster!

No... NO! I will not join this ocean of bodies! I refuse to! Cherlie is waiting for me!... and the REAL Mew would never do such a thing! You are a vile copy! I refuse to go with you!

BEGONE!

There was a deafening explosion and bodies swarmed about... I seen the sphere ripped apart... the children screamed and cried, trying desesperatly to cling on the sphere... but the hurricane of dark energy ripped to shreds their tiny paws and hurled them about. The wall was completely knocked down as well, arms, legs, heads flying about... The sphere's bone arms were reduced to dust and the angel wings were completely consumed...

After all of this happened, I slowly landed on the burnt ground... surrounded by the destruction I caused. The carpet was now one made up of ashes and the toy block towers had been knocked down by the strenght of the explosion.

Mew floated in front of me, just a few final bodies clinging to her... she spun about, knocking the last ones clinging to her with her tail and then, she turned to me, her eyes glowing dark-red...

"So... you are an acursed Shadow Pokemon... Shadow is pure Evil. Evil brings sorrow... thus, you must be purified... throught fire!" she announced, barely able to keep her calm since her hatred burned so brightly...

"You're not thinking straight. The real Mew is not this cruel. The real Mew is a compassionate mother who longs for her family... who longs for hapiness... A pure creature who will never dare to kill..." I explained.

"You know nothing of me! I... I..." suddenly, her rage begun to fade... she trembled and spun about, out of control, as if in great pain...

"YOU KNOW NOTHING OF ME!" her voice was back to what it should always have been... a voice devoid of cruelty... but sadly enough, a heart-shattering voice as well.

Her fur... it was pink, as usual... but something bothered me... blood... she cried blood, not water and blood dripped non-stop from her feet and tail... as if she was soaked in the crimson liquid in truth...

"He stole my purity! He stole my heart! I am soaked with blood... my white fur tainted with the acts I comitted for him..." she was now sobbing.

I felt mercy for her... I approached slowly, wanting to comfort her... but then, she opened her eyes and I was knocked backward by a powerful psychic force!

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" she boomed. "Do not stain me anymore than I am!"

I remained there... "How am I going to stain you? I merely wanted to comfort you..." I said.

Her sadness was once again consumed by her corrosive, irrational hatred. Her eyes glowed terribly... "Comfort? I don't want to be tainted, not anymore! I am to remain untouched by anything! You are unworthy! You are a dirty mortal worm! My... my heart is stained! The monstruosity that came out of me... that... that "child"... I AM TO REMAIN PURE! I MUST SEEK OUT THIS ABOMINATION AND RESTORE MY HONOR BY DESTROYING IT!"

So much... hatred... so much... pent-up frustration and sorrow... It's impossible that she's thinking straight... impossible...

"Look... you need some time to think... I don't know what happened to you... but you need to recover..." I was interrupted.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING! I am to remain untouched by Love or Sorrow! I am to remain pure, untouched! This monstruous male defiled me! He defiled my heart and my body! I loved him!... and then, I loved his son altought I never see him! I am defiled! I feel sorrow for his torture! I feel sorrow for not seeing my son! I am not pure anymore! I am twisted and I'll never forgive him and his son! They will pay for defiling me!!!" she screamed.

I stared into her eyes... she was scary... and her words were vile. Since when purity was to be untouched of all feelings, to be nothing more than an emotionless creature? Mew was know for being the opposite... and that was why she was judged pure at the eyes of every being! It was in her hapiness, her lack of worries, her kindness that people saw her as pure!... not in a twisted state of emptiness! How is an empty heart pure?

Mew gazed angrily at me... her eyes reading my toughts... "Your view... is flawed! You are a Shadow Pokemon, a servant of Evil! You know nothing of what Good may truly be! Darkness cannot understand the Light!... and it is Light's destiny to prevail over Darkness!"

"Why? Why Mew? There will always be positive and negative energies in the world... Light and Darkness... why can't the two coexist unstead of destroying each others?" I asked.

I already know what will be her anwser... but for some reason, a twisted hope... a fallen remain of my once great faith in Mew rose... I who once seen her as a deity, as a superior being... she appeared as nothing more than a tortured soul to me... and yet... her pain... makes my heart ache... and a lot more than seeing any other soul, besides Cherie, suffer... Why? Why does Mew's pain is so painful to me as well? What is that bind between us?

"BLASPHEMY!!!" she boomed. "DESTROY ALL SORROW! DESTROY ALL DARKNESS!"

"Your logic is flawed. To destroy is to stain yourself with blood! How is staining yourself an act of purity? You were seen as pure becease of your kindness and love for every being..." I explained.

"THEY ARE THE FOOLS! I was twisted! I was stained by love and kindness! Blood can be washed off me... but the taint of feelings never go away! I'm covered with the blood of my murdered purity!" she cried.

I stood there... I was not going to let her suffer... even if it meant that... my heart ached at the tought... could I do it? Could a mere mortal give peace to this tortured soul?... do I have the will and power to do this?

I don't know... but if no one tries... then Mew will stay trapped in this state forever...

I stepped foward... "Mew... I will free you from this state..."

Her face was disformed by confusion. Her hatred and confusion mixed, causing her face to seemingly move in opposite directions as her heart leaned into two ways at once... "I... I cannot..."

"This is not like you... The legends of Mew... does not speak of an uptight monster of vanity. Something very powerful is controlling you... and I will break this twisted link. I will cut off the source of the hatred." I stated.

Mew screamed in rage and then lashed foward. I prepared myself... and then, as she made it just inches from my face, I used my psychic powers to enhance my own speed and attempted to strike the pink cat Pokemon right in the face with my claws...

But then...

BAAAAAANG!!!

BAM!!!

ACK!

BLAAAM!!!

I was sent flying right into the horizon and after a long flight, I collided straight into a toy block tower, knocking it down instantly. That Pound attack... it was so fast and powerful! Really, I...

I placed my hands on my jaw... and noticed it was not only bleeding but that it was not positionned correctly... which means that it was instantly broken upon impact. I braced for the pain of the action I was about to do...

CRAAAACK!!!

OOOOooooooow... That... did... not... felt... well... ACK! The disgusting sound of broken bone and flesh... I will never get used to it... but well, at least, my jaw is back at it's natural position. I stopped the bleeding with my psychic powers and then stood up, staring at the horizon. A tiny pink dot was visible... Mew...

That Pound attack... I had never seen something so fast and powerful before. Her hand... went so fast that her hand broke the barrier of sound, causing a sonic boom as she slapped. No matter how small her hand may be... no matter how weak she may be... there sure is an insane amount of muscles in those small, chubby arms of hers!... but well, she is a Legendary Pokemon... what did I espected?

ZoooooOOOOOOOM!!!

BAAAAAAANG!!!

BLAAAAAM!!!

"AAAAAAARG!!!" that... HURTS!

BOOM!

UGH! I... GULP! Uuuurgh...

"MLEEEEEAAAARG!!!" it hurts... so much...

I... I slowly got up after being knocked down... that last scream that came out of my throat... it was so disgusting... and looking down at myself, I got the confirmation of what I was fearing...

A large mark shaped like Mew's right foot was printed on my stomach and I was covered with my own blood... Her strike caused me not only to fly backward again but also to vomit red liquid... and judging from how much it hurts, I must have suffered serious internal damage as well...

Her tiny body breaks the barrier of sound with such ease and she strikes with so much strenght... I won't be able to defeat her... I just won't...

"And now... Let's see how well you can dance!" Mew's voice... it was twisted with... enjoyment? She sounded so sadistic... all of her hatred had vanished, making way for a side of her which I had never suspected it could exist... her aura glowed dark red... dark red with the thirst for destruction.

Then, Mew pointed at me with both hands and the tip of her fingers begun to bleed... a lot...

SLAAAAASH!

A long, sharp-looking claw pierced throught the tip of each of her finger, flinging red, boiling liquid about and a small layer of skin covering the tip... she brought the claws to her mouth and delicately licked the red liquid off them... and then, she turned to me and smiled...

"A Mew who lost her purity is a Mew who has nothing left to lose... a Mew unafraid of using forbidden fighting moves!" she stated.

Then, she slowly licked the sharp edge of her claw on her right hand, making a long, deep cut on her tongue and tainted it once again... she smiled and then swiped at the air, sending the blood right into my face.

What kind of move is that?... but well, I can't be too careful. I raised a psychic barrier... but the red liquid passed right throught and...

PSIIIICHT...

AAAAAAAARG! OH GREAT HO-OH!!! That liquid isn't blood! It's a powerful acid! My eyes! My eyes! They're burning! My whole face is burning!

"You are guilty... GUILTY!" screamed Mew...

SLASH!

UGH! My... stomach...

SLASH!SLASH!SLASH!

ACK! She spinned about, slicing throught my flesh with her sharp claws... what are those claws made of?!? They're passing throught my skin like a knife throught hot butter...

"Look into my eyes!" she ordered.

SLASH!

UGH! She executed an uppercut, her right hand's claws piercing right throught my jaw and throught my mouth. My tongue... was pierced by all three claws... she's now holding from the inside, her eyes glowing dark red...

She slowly rose in the air... and then as she stared into my eyes, I knew I was about to get it...

"Dance with me!" she ordered.

She let me go and I feel my entire body falling... everything is going in slow motion... I attempt to regain control... to use my psychic powers or just, at the very least, use my hands and feet... but I seem to be totally under her control...

... and then, as I fell a few feet, she spun like a drill and...

RRRRRRRRRR!!!

My eyes widened, tears flowing out of my eyes from the pain, blood totally covering Mew as she drilled straight throught my chest... but I had no time to scream or even let the full extend of the pain hammer my toughts that she chained with another attack...

SLASH!SLASH!SLASH!SLASH!SLASH!SLASH!SLASH!

Blood was flinged out of her feet as claws came out of her toes as well. She was now slicing at my face with her hands and at my chest with her feet as I fell down... and I felt that my strenght was fading... I was taking way too many hits and way too quickly... my powers were unable to keep me from bleeding, unable to repair the organs as they were sliced into bits by the cat Pokemon...

"Sleep." she ordered, using a single word, before ending her attack.

SLAAAAAASH!

She kicked upward, her feet plunging deep into my chest and almost ripping out my entire body out... and then, she brought down her hands...

SLAAAAM!!!

AAAAACK!

BAAAAAM!!!

... ugh... I'm... so... weak... so... dizzy... She... she knocked me down into... the... ground by plunging both of her hands... right... throught... my skull... I'm... I'm... feeling... so weak... I...

I breathed heavily... trying desesperatly to survive... my... my body... I'm bleeding from every single place all at once... I barely... have any skin left... if any...

I was trembling... my nerves completely were almost if not completely busted. I didn't knew why I no longer felt pain. Was it the adrenaline that was nullifying it, was it my nerves that gave in, or did her attack to my skull damaged the part of my brain that allowed me to feel pain?

I tried to close my wounds... but I felt like my entire body was one huge wound... like it would be impossible to recover from such injuries... but I had to try... no... I have to SUCCEED. I will not die here... I will not let Mew be tortured by this hatred...

I closed the wounds on my chest... but then, my stomach burts open and my leg's bones crumbled to dust. I shifted the psychic force, forcing the bones back into shape and applying pressure to keep the flesh and organs in my stomach... but blood pourred out of my face and my chest begun to tremble as it's internal structure crumbled.

I will not make it... I won't survive...

No! I mustn't give up... I mustn't give in... I will fight this to the very end...

"UUuuuuurgh..." my concentration was cut off as a nervous spasm caused me to cough up a large quantity of the precious red liquid... there was so little left... and I attempted to regain my concentration to keep it in... but it was in vain.

"Why do you resist? Your body is totally wrecked. You won't survive." stated Mew, sadistic pleasure present in her voice.

I didn't anwsered... I had no time to waste with her taunts. I must... recover from this attack... I must... Ugh... so dizzy... so tired... must stay awake... must stop body from breaking apart... ugh... can't think... can't last...

Derlank... Cherlie... I will not let you down... I will not fall... I refuse to let the cold sleep in... I will not die.

"MEEEEEAAAARG!!!" I screamed, trying to unleash my full power...

I coated my entire body with blue psychic energy... and the bleeding entirely stopped... only to have my bones break down and my organs starting to move around, the veins breaking wide open! NOOO! I eliminate one fatal wound... another one appears... I have been killed twenty times already, dying from more than a hundred different fatal injuries all at once...

"Heh... you're strong-willed... I'll give you that..." Mew's pleasure was slowly changing to frustration...

She's frustrated? Her sadistic pleasure is fading? She must know that maybe... maybe I'll succeed? Maybe I'll overcome, against all odds, those injuries? It must be so...

... concentrate... concentrate on one injury and then add the next one to the last until you've concentrated on all of them...

Uuurgh... my body... is trembling... it will collapse... but I won't allow it. I'll do it! I'll unleash it and prevent my death!

I closed my eyes... and finally, the blue energy was surrounding every wound... surrounding my entire body from the outside and inside... my Recover technique was finally working!

FLASH!

Slowly, my veins were connected correctly again, the bones were solid again, my nerves restarted working, the open wounds closed, the blood covering me was sucked back into my body to refill my nearly empty body and I felt slightly less dizzy...

As I stood up, I was still so weak and dizzy... but I was back on my feet and that was all that mattered.

"I... I can't... I refuse... I will not disappear." I stated.

Mew was shaking... "What does it takes to get rid of you?!?"

"Your peace of mind." I replied.

Mew floated there... and then screamed in rage. "I WILL NOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE! THE TIME HAS COME! BYE BYE FOOL!"

Mew trashed about in front of me... and I knew that this time, it was no use denying it. I knew that she was unleashing her full power and that I was no match...

"Disappear." devoid of any emotion was her voice when she stated quietly this cold, cruel desire...

The entire world seemed to move... no... it was not moving... the sky... the endless horizon... endless horizon? It didn't seemed endless anymore... in fact... the world felt small... oppressive... crushing...

Ugh... ACK! OH NO! IT'S NOT A FEELING! The world IS growing smaller... for me, that is!

"Disappear." she repeated, coldly...

The sky was barely a few inches above my head... everything... I was in a small bubble... everything was crushed against me and I knew what was next...

Mew was outside of the world, in the Emptiness, her eyes glowing dark red. She was drooling as the predatory instinct arose in her small cat brain... a brain that was far mightier than any weapon any human or Pokemon ever made...

"I... do... not.. want... to... disappear..." I was unable to scream... just a mere whisper escaped my throat...

Breathing... is growing... hard... heavy... so heavy... I feel like... thousands of... tons... crushing... me... from every... single... angle...

Must... concentrate... must... repel... psychic... force...

ACK!

CRAAAAACK!!!

My... my arms... the... the bones... they... they snapped... like twigs...

CRRRRRrrrrRRRRRrrrrr...

My legs... are...

GASP!

My neck! My... my chest! My... my head! Every single part... of my body... being crushed...

BAM!

"It hurts, isn't it?" asked a distant, cruel feminine voice.

Can't open eyes... must... concentrate... Power... I need... more... power... I... need... to break free...

I... will... NOT... FALL!

I unleashed my Dark Power and the psychic force was repelled! I did it! I d...

BAM!

"M... e... e... w..." a soft whimper was that could escape from my throat as the psychic force slammed harder...

Dark... Power... failing... can't... last... much... longer...

"You cannot compete. You are doomed. Face it. Give in and die." stated the distant voice.

No... I... don't... wanna... die... please... I... collapsed... to my knees... please... make it stop... I... I will do everything... please...

"Your sadness is a feast to me, monster!" stated harshly the voice... and then, she appeared just in front of me, her pink frame glowing in the darkness...

A vision... a vision...

FLASH!

"Never stop pursuing your dreams... never." stated the ederly voice... a voice that despite being sarcastic, was so wise-sounding... the voice of a friend...

FLASH!

"What... WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM?!?" cried a feminine voice... her voice soothed his mind...

FLASH!

"He is so beautiful..." stated the feminine voice in his vision...

"Indeed..." replied the deep but caring male voice...

FLASH!

"Will you betray my feelings?" she asked.

"I will never do... I promise." I anwsered.

FLASH!

"Watch me live... and die..." asked the childish voice, holding back it's fear and tears...

FLASH!

"I... I trusted you!" cried another young voice...

FLASH!

"I have been so lonely, Mewlt..." stated a voice that sounded so... odd...

FLASH!

"You took my life... and I'm taking it back!" said harshly a cute-sounding and yet, also tortured-sounding voice...

FLASH!

When one... dies... they see... all the events of their life once again...

I... seen... my life... does it means that...

No... no... I... no... just... no...

FLASH!

The two loving figures... my dream...

They're... they're flying away... they're being taken away! No! No! Not my dreams! Not... not them!

I... I want to know who they are! I want to know who used to love me! Who I was, before being put into that Defect Center! What I was meant to be!

FLASH!

... rrrrmmmm... Ch... erl... ie...

... gulp... gloup... glaaarg...

...

Oooow... where... am I?

Darkness... only pure darkness...

Huh? A sphere? A little sphere of light? Another memory...

If I am still thinking... and if I can see this sphere... then it must be mean that I'm still alive... but how? I tought I died in the Nightmare, causing me to disappear once and for all... or maybe I still have some energy left, after all.

I only experienced one of those Nightmares in the past before and as such, it would be foolish to claim that I know everything about them. In fact... I don't even know what causes them.

Anyway... it is time to grasp this sphere... I floated into the darkness, sensing my body...

I knew that I was covered with wounds and that most of my body if not all of it was broken... and yet, no pain. In fact, I didn't felt anything... no cold... no heat... nothing. Just emptiness...

My mind was alone, not feeling anything, only memories of emotions keeping my mind from becoming a pure, unfeeling logical entity...

This darkness was pitch-black... I couldn't see anything but the sphere... I couldn't see myself. Even as I used my powers, no aura appeared...

I remember that if I would be able to feel, I would probably find this creepy... and it probably is... but memories cannot replace a true feeling heart...

I hope that I can live... I wish not to be destroyed... maybe this sphere contains memories that can help me?

I grabbed the sphere and concentrated into it and soon, I fell into some kind of trance...

FLASH!

"MEEEEEEW!!!" screamed Mew, lying there, on a bed, in front of me, in some kind of room with the walls white, the floor white, the ceiling white, and huge windows that let a torrent of light fill the room...

My heart was being thorn apart as I stared at Mew... I couldn't help but cry. My mind told me that it was necessary... but my heart was screaming in protest.

Mew's eyes widened and she flinched as a large puddle of red was forming under her, as her lower belly was seemingly opened by force. She was trembling... and I approached, grabbing her left, tiny, delicate hand with my three-fingered, large one...

Mew stared into my eyes... and I felt horrible, seeing her suffer... Soon, my vision grew so blurry that I could no longer see her eyes...

"WHY HO-OH?!? WHY SUCH PAAAAAAAIN!!!" she screamed.

My entire vision was blurred by tears and the puddle grew larger... her body started to tremble less and less... and I could see a blood-stained bubble that was coming out...

I wipped the tears off my eyes... and wished I hadn't. Her lower body had opened in a rather... horrifying way. The bones in her hips seemed totally crushed and her legs were standing there, in an awkward angle... it was obvious that they had been broken off... Mew's breathing became slower... less loud... and her chest begun to rise and lower itself at a slower pace and at a lower height as her breathing became less and less regular and as she inhaled less and less oxygen...

She stared into my eyes... she was about to faint, obviously...

"I... I..." her voice was faint, weak... just as her body was. Only the tears continued to stream out of her eyes at a constant rate...

I gripped her hand harder, feeling her own grip grow weaker... I knew what was going to happen... and I didn't wanted it to happen... I just... don't want it... I would do anything... anything to keep it from happening... and yet... it was happening...

"There... can be... only one... Mew..." she whispered...

The puddle of blood was growing larger by the second... very little life-giving liquid was left in her body and already, her fur had grown pale grey... her eyes drained of their vivid colors...

The blood bubble had pierced... or rather, it had came out enough to reveal itself as anything but a blood bubble. It was a head... the small head of a baby Pokemon... a Pokemon that was identical to Mew...

"I... will... never... forget you..." I could barely hear her voice anymore...

"I... I love you..." I whispered once...

Mew struggled to stay awake... but all strenght in her grip was gone already... "Me... too..."

Mew closed her eyes entirely and slowly, a loud, forced sigh came out of her throat... the last one... and she stopped breathing entirely, her chest unmoving.

My eyes widened and time seemed to stop... this... couldn't be... I will not accept this... I refuse to...

There... was no life... in her grip... no strenght... no will...

NO! NOOOO!!! I refuse this! I REFUSE THIS! I do not care if it is supposed to happen! IT WILL NOT HAPPEN!

"I will not forget you... for you will always be there! You will live! You will live..." I didn't cared about whatever had came out of her. Mew was the only thing that mattered to me. She was the one who shown me the errors of my ways and healed my heart. She shown me that there are things in this world worth living for... and worth dying for. I will not let her life be wasted so easily!

I do not want the Pokemon of Purity, Mew! I want THIS Mew! There will not be another Mew! There is only one Mew! SHE is the only Mew!

I do not care if she is an anomaly! If she was not meant to be! If her fur was tainted pink by her crimes and if she stole the identity of the real, actual Mew.

It was Fate that crafted her. Crafted her to end this cruel Ritual! She is not a Mew... She is THE Mew! She is not the Legendary Pokemon of Light! She IS Light! She is Mew and I will not accept a substitute! NEVER!!!

GASP!!!

Mew opened her eyes in shock... and began to cough loudly... she coughed what little blood was left in her.

No time to be in shock... for I knew I had to act quickly. I pressed my right hand on her chest and closed my hands...

Her external body parts are mostly intact... but her internal body parts are mostly all destroyed. Her lungs, heart, and spinal cord are pierced at many places by the sharp tip of her broken bones. Many bones and organs have gotten out of her at the same time as the little body, causing the air to stink... and it stunk of death. Her legs were completely broken and were barely connected to her body anymore...

She was so damaged that no Recover technique, no matter how powerful, could save her...

There is only one way to save her...

The ultimate healing move... a powerful Shadow move that is so powerful and risky that even Shadow Lugia dares not use it... even I, the father of all Shadow Pokemon, knows that the move could kill me if I used it...

... But I am willing to throw my life away if it is to save Mew... and as such, I concentrated...

"Meeeeeew..." she meowed weakly, feeling immense pain...

... Ugh... ACK!

CRAAAAAACK!

My... left leg... it...

Crrrrrrrr...

Large... cuts... appearing... all over... my body... It... hurts so much... but I will not stop! I must continue! I must... Her body... is regaining... it's colors...

"Meeeeeew..." she meowed again... this time, her voice was filled with life, despite her pain...

Her life... I... I can feel it... I... I no longer feel pain, hearing her voice... I do not care about the state of this body. I am Darkness, Emptiness... I was born from nothing, brought forth by the selfish desires of Pokemon Trainers... I do not fear the very thing I am made of and from which I draw my powers.

"Mewtwo... you look... so pale..." her voice... wad filled with fear... but not a fear of herself... a fear of others...

I... slowly took my hand off her and stared at it... the skin... had decayed completely, revealing the bones beneath the flesh. I stared at my skeletal hand, wondering if all of my body had turned like that...

"Why? Why did you do this? I was the one meant to die... not you..." she cried.

I felt... very weak... so very weak... and quickly, I fell on my knees... and I stared into her pure, saphire eyes. She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen... and I was happy, knowing that the last thing I would see as I would return to the Darkness from which I was born was her...

But then, as everything begun to spin and as I lost consciousness, I caught sight of something, just a bit lower than Mew... the thing that had came out of her.

The thing... was dead. Mew's replacement... the Death which was supposed to be born from her... it was born dead. It was not living. It wasn't existing.

No one of us two would die.

I asked myself as I collapsed... how did this happen? How... could we stray from the path set by Destiny?

I didn't knew... I was merely happy in the tought that I had saved her.

I felt no sorrow for the... thing... that had came out of her and died. It was nothing but her death, a puppet of Fate. If I hadn't prevented this, she wouldn't have gave birth... she would have gave death.

Mew... is not supposed to give birth... but I prevented Destiny from making her give death...

A twisted tought assaulted my mind... I will speak with Mew... and then, just like we broke Destiny once... we will break it twice.

My last tought before going to cold sleep was excitement. Mew... I want to be with you... and I want to perpetuate our legacy...

Mew... from our love, you will give birth...

FLASH!

I opened my eyes... and found myself in front of a mirror.

Mewtwo's last toughts echoed in my mind...

"Mew... from our love, you will give birth..." was his last tought...

In the mirror, I stared at my reflection...

I was standing upright and my form was humanoid. I had long, incredibly skinny arms that ended with three-fingered hands... small, delicate hands. The skin of my shoulders extended in a triangular fashion, forming something that was similar to body armor. I had large, cute eyes while my head was tough-looking, almost like a helmet. I had strong, powerful legs that ended with long, oversized feet. My lower belly as well as my tail were purple... the tail was definitely long but not that much and the tip was oval... The remained of my fur was pink. A tube connected the back of my head with my back...

I... am so similar to Mew... and so similar to Mewtwo also...

My entire body almost seems to be a hybrid, a mix of the two bodies... even the humans realised it, calling me by the name of "Half-Mew". Even my name was similar to that of Mew and Mewtwo... "Mewlt"...

Then... "Mewlt"? Mewlt... Mewtwo... Mewlt... Mew... Mewlt... so... similar... too similar...

... and those body features? Too similar too.

Could... it be?... no... deities can't reproduce. This cannot be true... and yet... the similarities are so... shocking...

But then... if I really am their... then... I can only be a failure, right? I barely have any powers... but a part of my mind was not so sure...

The Shadow powers which I wielded... I remembered the Shadow Supernova... the gigantic explosion... I remembered the hurricanes of darkness... I remembered my abnormally powerful psychic blasts...

... can I truly be...

This makes no sense... and yet... can it truly be? Can I be sure?

I cannot remember my parents... I do not even know if I ever knew them. All I can remember are dreams... shapeless figures... and their kind, loving, caring voices...

I turned away from the mirror. I must be some kind of lousy clone. I cannot truly be... "that"... isn't it? It's just... cannot be.

FLASH!

"HUH? WHAT?!?" asked a feminine voice.

I rose. I looked around and seen everything in a new light... I was not afraid. I had nothing to fear.

I am not afraid of a Nightmare. I must... find out what is the truth. I must find out who I am. The child Mewtwo wanted to have... the wish for the One who cannot give birth to break Fate... I must find out if it became true.

Cherlie... will not die. She will await me. The Poison will not consume this world. I'll stop it.

This furball is not Mew. I will not let a mere shadow stop me. I am strong.

"DIE!!!" she screamed, hurling gigantic blocks toward me.

Strange... the blocks are so slow... so painfully sloooow. I pointed at the first one and it exploded neatly. I grinned. That's too easy. I pointed at each of the twelve blocks. They were flying so slowly... it would take long hours for them to reach me and in seconds, I nuked them all.

"WHAT?!? Ho... how did this runt suddenly grow so powerful, so suddenly?!?" asked the shadow, beginning to panic.

I turned to the shadow, my eyes glowing bright purple, black flames errupting from my body. I felt the hatred rising... but the burning longing for destruction did not came. Hatred cannot be tainted by itself.

"Leave Mew alone, vile shadow... or I will make you leave her by force!" my voice echoed strangely... I didn't remembered my psychic voice to echo like this.

"AAAAAARG! I AM NOT A SHADOW! I AM MEW! DIE!!!" her repetitive taunts are beginning to annoy me slightly...

She thrown a massive psychic blast... but psychic energy has no effect on pure darkness. I stood there, the psychic energy harmlessly passing right throught me...

"But... but... HOW?!?" she asked, beginning to panic.

You are right to panic. Now... COME OVER HERE!

The name of the attack which I wanted to unleash came into my mind all by itself. I pointed at the pink furball with both hands and then, as I unleashed the Shadow Binds attack, large ropes of pure Shadow energy came out of my fingers and then wrapped around Mew's body.

"LET ME GO YOU CREEP!" she ordered, panicking as she struggled in vain to break free.

I pulled on the ropes, bringing her just in front of me... and then, I saw it.

Sorrow... the sorrow had somehow gathered in her heart and took over. She was not possessed by another creature... she was possessed by herself, by her own negative energy. She had let the sorrow gather for so long that it caused her to go insane...

I realised... that I cannot defeat such a foe with raw power. Hurting her will only cause her sorrow to grow...

"I am not afraid, you monster!" she said in defiance, despite her voice being filled with terror. I knew that she espected me to torture her, to whip her into submission...

I undid the binds and placed my arms around her. She struggled... not to avail.

Then, I closed my eyes and hugged her... slowly, the Shadow flames vanished and I felt my incredible psychic powers fade... and soon, I was back to my old regular self. If Mew wanted to crush, she would be able to do so easily... but she stood there, not struggling, staring into my eyes, confused while her whole face was disformed by her sorrow...

Her sorrow... break my heart. She do not deserve to be sad. She is so nice, so beautiful... and no matter what people say, she will always appear pure to me. White or pink fur... Mew is Mew and I will always care for her, no matter her state... and that, regardless of how I am truly related to her.

"The Nightmare is over Mew... I am here... I am here..." my voice filled with kindness. I did not fear her... Why fear her? I know Mew won't hurt me...

"Why... WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!?" she recoiled a bit, as if in intense pain, the entire landscape twisting around...

"You will eternally remain pure to my eyes, Mew. I like you the way you are... and it will always remain this way." I stated.

Mew grabbed her own head and screamed... the scream was the loudest I had ever heard. The entire Nightmare world shook... and slowly, the voices of thousands of children joined her... and then, the entire Nightmarish world was consumed by fire, sending us both into the Emptiness...

...

"Half-Mew... Half-Mew..."

So... tired...

"Wake up, Half-Mew..."

Hmm... just... one more minute... Derlank...

!!!

I awoke instantly, startled as someone had shook the bed in which I was sleeping.

Wait a minute... I'm in a bed?

... hmm... white walls, strange machines to my left, white ceiling and floor, large window that let a lot of sunlight in...

Most obviously... this is a Pokemon Center.

To my right, just next to the bed, a young human girl was standing there, smiling. I recognised the innocense instantly... Eliza...

I had not paid attention to her clothes before... but for some reason, I decided to take a look at them. She was wearing some kind of thing called a "headband" or something like that on the head with a Pokeball symbol in the middle of it. For some reason, someone had scribbled something on the Pokeball symbol, causing it's color scheme to be inverted. Covering most of her higher body was a small red coat. She was wearing the coat in such a way that a bit of her "t-shirt" or whatever it's called was visible. Red it was, like all the other pieces of clothing. Covering her lower body was a pair of "shorts"... red too. At her belt, a single, empty Pokeball. Finally, black gloves protected the human's hands and dark blue running shoes protected her feet.

I also took note of the physical details that were visible despite the presence of clothes. Her frame was small, quite small even for a ten years-old human girl. Her arms weren't quite as skinny as mine... but not much stronger either. Her legs were definitely weaker than mine, on another hand. It doesn't like she could give kicks nearly as strong as most Pokemon trainers can. Her face was cute... for a human's face. Her brown eyes were not theatening-looking like most humans' and most of the other details were quite nice. Her hair was brown and was neither long or short... it was just average. As such, the hair had been gathered together to form a ponytail, behind her head.

All in all, that was how she looked like.

I slowly stood up and noticed Chirp, standing next to her, staring at me. I never noticed how young he seemed before... he was really, really young. In fact, he was most probably a hatchling. He looked so cute... really, such a cute little chicken.

I then noticed something in the distance... a pink furball, lying down on the next bed... Mew...

"You're awake! Do you see it, Chirp? Half-Mew is awake!" happily stated Eliza.

"Hey mister Half-Mew! It seems like you're finally awake! After the Champion found you and Mew lying there, unconscious, he brought you both to the Pokemon Center as quickly as possible! Maybe he does care for you after all..." he explained.

Sigh... myths about Pokemon trainers REALLY die hard...

"Look Chirp... The Champion didn't brought us here becease he cares for us. He merely didn't want to lose two of his tools." I stated.

The little fire-elemental chicken tilted it's head to it's left and stared at me from that angle for a while, amused...

"Are you even listening?" I asked.

The bird tilted it's head to the right... and then placed it back in a normal position.

"What? I wasn't listening. Could you repeat, please?" he asked.

Urge... to bang... head... against wall...

HMPH! So be it, Captain Oblivious! Now to take care of other matters... so, both I and Mew fainted after the Nightmare ended... but how long were we unconscious?

"Chirp? How long have I and Mew been sleeping?" I asked.

Chirp stood there... spreaded his wings, chirped happily, then returned to his normal stance.

"Okay... that was pointless." I commented.

"Hey! Doing that is fun! Look! My trainer is happy!" he stated as Eliza yelled: "AAAAAW! SO CUTE!" and kneeled down before proceeding to pet him.

Such... childish... attitude...

"Alright, just tell me how long I have been sleeping already!" I demanded.

Chirp closed his eyes and stood there, chirping happily as his master petted him. I sense that this will be a long, very long day...

"Can I get an anwser before I grow old and toothless?" I asked, a hint of annoyance rising...

No anwser from the chicken...

"You're such a nice little Pokemon, Chirp! I love you!" said the trainer.

ENOUGH! My patience has limits! Anwsers! NOW!!!

A lightbulb close by exploded as I spontaneously unleashed a small psychic shockwave. Both Eliza and Chirp turned to me, startled.

"Now... anwser my..." I couldn't finish my sentance that Chirp begun to cry loudly!

"WHAAAAAAAA! I'M SO SCARED!" he cried loudly.

"Ooooh... calm down Chirp! Don't cry!" said Eliza in a soft tone as she started to pet the little chicken anew.

He begun to chirp happily again... only opening his eyes for a second, the time to wink at me and grin evilly. Then, he turned back to his trainer as she petted him.

You want to play this game? You think you're soooo cool and all with that cute face and beautiful feathers of you? You're a chicken, arrogant child! I'll show you what happens to arrogant chickens!

I closed my eyes and pictured Chirp... and then, as my psychic senses awakened fully, I applied a bit of pressure at specific points...

Chirp frowned... but after shuddering, he decided to ignore the feeling... but it got stronger until he could no longer contain it.

"AAAAAAARG! SOMEONE IS GRABBING ME BY THE FEET! HELP!!!" screamed Chirp as he begun to run around, totally panicked.

He jumped around like an insane Azurill, flapping his wings madly and sending red and yellow feathers flying everywhere in the room! Soon enough, the entire room was filled with soft, shiny feathers and the high-pitched screams of the hatchling Pokemon.

"CALM DOWN CHIRP! CALM DOWN CHIRP!" screamed Eliza, trying to make her voice louder than the little Pokemon's... which was near impossible, considering he was yelling loudly enough to make a Loudred ashamed.

Soon enough, this situation turned much too comical and I couldn't help but to start laughing. I just couldn't help it. It was so funny... that little chicken bouncing around like a defective superball toy, scattering feathers everywhere and throwing such a fit for just a little bit of psychic pressure on his tiny feet.

"HAAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" my laugh exploded throught the room, almost covering Chirp's cries... nah! Even an Exploud couldn't be louder than this chicken!

Then, the human child, Eliza, noticed the blue aura around her chikden's feet and turned to me, noticing my glowing eyes and the fact that I was laughing so hard...

She pointed at me and yelled: "STOP IT YOU BIG MEANIE!"

Then, at this moment, the little Torchic jumped on top of it's trainer's head! Eliza screamed loudly and begun to run in circles with Chirp trashing about on her head! Chirp became even more terrorised than he was before and screamed even more loudly! This scared Eliza even more in return, making her louder as well! Soon, the two trashed about faster and faster, amplifying each others' voices to an insane level. I tought that I would die from having my ears bleed from the sound or that I would choke to death, laughing all the way to my doom...

BLAAAM!!!

"WHAT THE HECK IS HAPPENING HERE?!?" screamed both the local nurse Joy and her Chansey, entering the room in panic, thinking someone might have got hurt.

"EEEEEEEK!!!" Eliza tripped and fell over, sending Chirp flying right toward Joy!

The little chicken flapped it's wings madly and barely flied above Joy's head!... but she grabbed the baby Pokemon's feet in mid-air and held there like this.

"CHANSEY! BRING ME THE SEDATIVES!" ordered Joy to her Chansey, trying to make herself understood despite the little screaming child's voice.

The Chansey nodded and took it's egg out... and then thrown it away! It shattered on the ground near in a neat white and yellow puddle, much to Joy's surprise and Eliza's as well.

"What the..." Eliza couldn't finish her sentance.

My face... ugh... turning blue... laughing... too hard... ugh... errr... Okay! Just caught my breath...

HUH?!?

... HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

The Chansey took out a Pichu plushie out of the pocket on it's stomach, stared at it in disbelief, and then thrown it away. Then, she took out a small toy block, some keys...

"HEY! THAT'S MY CAR KEYS!" yelled Joy in protest as Chansey thrown them away.

Chansey raised an eyebrow and took out a pair of miniature wooden figures. I believe that those are used in a game called "Chess" or something like that. Chansey thrown those away and searched deeper in her pocket... then, she flinched and yelped! She took her hand, a small Rattata trap stuck to it! This must have hurt! She thrown the trap away and took out a rotten apple out. She frowned and thrown it away as well.

Man! How deep is that pocket of hers? Really... this is soooo humorous!

Chansey finally took out the needle and yelled her name in triumph!

Then, Joy kneeled down and held the small Pokemon on the ground so that Chansey may inject the sedatives...

"Oh great Ho-oh! Will you please CALM DOWN?!?" asked the Chansey, seeing the chicken become even MORE scared as it saw the needle.

"HELP! HELP! I DON'T WANT TO BE STRUCK WITH THAT STRANGE THING!" cried Chirp.

It squirmed even more in Joy's hands as she struggled to keep him grounded. Chansey made several lounges foward, trying to strike one of Chirp's veins with the needle... but he evaded most attempts and Chansey stopped her few attempts that would connect for she knew that if the needle connected at an awkward angle, it could cause major bleeding.

Then, after two full minutes, Chirp seemed to tire and slowed down... and...

THWACK!!!

"NOOOOO!!! ELIZA!!!" screamed Chirp in pain as he received the needle right in the vein on his neck.

Chansey injected the transparent liquid into the Pokemon's veins and slowly, Chirp stopped trashing about and his voice faded...

BAM!

Chirp fell down, instantly asleep...

I stopped laughing since there was no longer anything funny... but well, let's just say that I take back what I said about this day... this is one of the best days I ever had! Truly, that Chirp guy... he's priceless!

Chansey took the needle off the Pokemon's neck and then placed it on the closest table so that it may be disposed of safely later. Then, she turned to me, smiling.

"Don't worry everyone! Everything is under control!... yeah... everything's... under... control..." her nervous smile shown that things would remain under control only for as long as Chirp would be sleeping. I felt like laughing again... but my stomach hurts from laughing so hard so I guess I'll keep it inside this time...

Joy helped Eliza stands up... "Are you alright?"

Once she was up, Eliza looked at herself to make sure she didn't got hurt when she fell and then turned to Joy, smiling. "Yes... I'm alright."

She turned to me... and I felt that if someone could kill by staring into someone's eyes... then her gaze would have killed me. She's totally enraged!

"It's that Half-Mew jerk that scared my poor little Chirp!" she stated, pointing at me.

"I'm sure it didn't meant any harm. Pokemon aren't capable of evil." explained the nurse.

Pokemon? Not capable of evil? HMPH! You clearly didn't seen that Jirachi undead thingy then!... but oh well... I prefer that to the "Pokemon are animals" excuse...

"Why can't Pokemon be evil?" asked Eliza.

"Pokemon follow the orders of Pokemon trainers and as such, there are no bad Pokemon, only bad Pokemon trainers." said the nurse.

I take back what I said. That nurse's explanation is the age-old and uber-dumb "Pokemon are animals" excuse.

Eliza turned to me. "Maybe... but that doesn't keep Half-Mew from being a jerk!"

"Does this Pokemon belongs to you?" asked the nurse Joy, pointing at me.

Eliza stood there... as if thinking... and then, she anwsered: "No. He belongs to my awful daddy, Ashford Ketchum."

The nurse stood there, not believing it. "WHAT?!? You're Eliza Ketchum, Ashford's daughter?!?"

Eliza sighed loudly. "Thank you for remainding me..."

The nurse raised an eyebrow, seeing Eliza's reaction... "Is there something wrong?" she asked, wondering why the young Pokemon trainer didn't seemed quite thrilled of being the daughter of the Champion...

"No! No! It's nothing." she anwsered.

There was a brief but awkward silence... and then, Eliza continued. "Half-Mew and Mew are going to remain here safely for the next days, aren't they?"

The nurse seemed rather... nervous. "Well... it would be best... but it can't be done. The Vice-Champion, Garlen Stone, will challenge Champion Ashford today... and it will be a double battle. He specified that he wanted his best Pokemon, Mew, to be ready as well as his new Pokemon, Half-Mew."

I stood there... silent...

Well... here goes my day... and I tought that it would have been a nice one...

Disgusted with the tought of being forced into an arena and seeing Mew get ordered around and hurt for the sake of having that enslaver keeps his greedy hands on a golden trophy, my mind begun to wander... in fact... it wandered maybe a bit too far...

...

The river... was perfectly undisturbed... until now.

Cherlie wanted to sleep... she wanted to be dead... to rest in peace until the time for her to rise again would come... but they would not let her sleep.

The river... wasn't anything like she tought it was...

It was not a river... not a flow of water... not a execution stand... not a graveyard... it was... a prison.

She didn't knew if it was her that never noticed or if the dirt was really washed off the bottom of the river... but it was now apparent that the bottom of the river was neither made of mud or dirt, neither made of bones and decayed flesh.

Before her, she could hear the faint whispers of the dead... the faint whisper of the tortured souls...

Three Haunters floated above the surface, staring at the bottom of the river, their eyes filled with terror. They shuddered... and this filled Cherlie's dead heart with a spine-chilling feeling. Few things in this world can scare a creature that is already dead and cannot dies again...

Only something worse than death can scares the dead... and as Cherlie attempted to look at herself, she noticed something...

Small insects were crawling out of her... but something was wrong with them... awfully wrong... and then, she realised it.

The small insect Pokemon died a few seconds after eating from her... and the few surviving ones swam away as quickly as possible... in vain, for an unknow and terrible disease tainted them black and caused them to drown and decay, like the others...

Cherlie also noticed that she had only one eye... her left one had totally fell into dust and most of her body was now nothingness. This is not normal... even in optimal conditions, a body does not decay this quickly...

She looked around... and then, a sight much more horrifying than her exposed flesh almost revived her heart as pure, sheer terror filled her inside out...

The whispers... they were cries... cries of despair from the thousands of souls that made up the river's bottom. The decayed corpses swayed back and forth, their decayed lungs and nerves forever assaulted by the dirty, murky, unholy water. The dead corpses on the bottom crawled on top of each others like a swarm of Wurmples, all crying, asking for mercy...

This was not a graveyard... for no one ever died in this river.

This was a soul prison, an unholy pit of eternal torment from which souls never escaped. Some of these souls must have been there since centuries, never escaping the river, drowning over and over again in a cruel and never-ending torture...

Cherlie's eyes filled with tears as her soul was forced awake... what kind of Shadow force has caused this abomination?!?

"Hi there..." stated a cold, cruel voice... it was strange, the voice echoed throught the water, totally ignoring the laws of physics and even thought half of her ears were gone, the Minun heard the voice perfectly...

The whispers grown into screams and the souls twisted and struggled in vain against their binds. Some screamed for mercy, others in rage. All of them directed all of their negative feelings toward a single target...

Floating in the water as if it didn't existed was a black caped figure. The cloak was so awfully dirty and hid a being that should be about Cherlie's size under it... the creature was wielding a wooden scythe in it's right hand...

The souls under the creature... they begged it... begged it to take them away from here...

Death... humans spoke of a Legendary Pokemon called "Death". It is strange... the legends are identical for both humans and Pokemon... save for one case.

Humans spoke of a Pokemon called "Death" who was the very incarnation of the flow of Time and of the return of Existance to Non-Existance...

Pokemon spoke of Celebi, the very incarnation of the flow of Time and of the forces of Nature...

The legend was completely opposite. Humans spoke of a horrifying monster... Pokemon spoke of a life-giving creature. One of the legends must be obviously wrong... and in this very moment, Cherlie's faith in the Pokemon's version was shattered as she laid her eyes on the very Pokemon humans spoke of.

The caped Pokemon floated foward until she got right in front of the Minun... her face was totally hidden under her cloak exept for her blue eyes which glowed in the dark, empty darkness...

"If there is one thing that I hate... it is those who seek out the same thing that I seek." stated threateningly the Pokemon.

The Pokemon winded up, preparing to strike with it's scythe... "Checkmate, you undead whore!"

Cherlie's eyes widened one last time as the scythe was brought down and split her skull in two.

Just before drifting into dreamless sleep, she caught a glimpse of the creature's fate... and Cherlie's heart beaten once, only once... once with shock and horror.

Neither the humans, neither the Pokemon were wrong... actually, both legends were true...

=TO BE CONTINUED