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pocket-monsters-precure · 5 years

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Chapter 18: Danger! A Test of Precure’s Worth!

Wish was frozen in shock. The being standing before them was the source of many a cautionary tale, a living urban legend, and it had violated the safety of her mind to communicate.

Mewtwo’s eyes were fixed on Wish...its precedessor’s power emanated from her. A power once thought only shared by two beings, itself one of them. Its eyes snapped wider. Wish threw her head back, as it burrowed deeper into her memory.

“Wish!?” Starlight rushed to her side. She whipped her head toward Mewtwo. “What are you doing!?”

After a pause, it tensed its shoulders a bit, leering at the group. So Mew chose you to receive the power of a Precure. How queer. Your memories show you to be timid…passive. Certainly such qualities would make you unfit to receive the blessing of a legendary pokemon?

Wish placed a hand to her temple, mouth agape, unable to answer.

“Where do you get off!?” Starlight hissed.

“Yeah, who are you to talk!?” Incensed, Rotomi zipped up to Mewtwo, glaring into its unfazed eyes. “If what Fae said before is true, you’re a manufactured pokemon with a legendary’s power—you’re not a true legendary! Who do you think you are that you can decide who can or can’t be a Precure!?”

Mewtwo stared back at Rotomi, before encapsulating her in a ball of its psychic power, knocking her away with a mere tip of its head and a shooing gesture.

I don’t care about such a trivial title, it replied, as Rotomi bounced around the cave before the psychic bubble popped and left her dizzy on the ground, but I have seen the cruel, selfish culture of humanity many times since my creation. Why would pokemon choose such shallow creatures, whose cons outweigh their pros, to defend us?

“…you acknowledge that humans have their good points, though,” Wish reasoned. Mewtwo stared coldly back.

Not nearly enough.

“So what do you want?” Starlight stepped in front of Wish, glaring.

Satisfy my curiosity. Mewtwo raised its paws. Face me, Precure. Show me what the legendary pokemon see in you.

Rotomi dizzily floated back to the girls, shaking herself back to her senses. “Looks like we don’t have much choice…but there’s only two of you. I don’t think I can teleport back and still have enough energy to bring Sunrise and Willow back.”

Wish and Starlight shared a glance, before Starlight looked back to Rotomi and replied, “See if you can head back. Once you’re there, try to get some rest and recharge as much as you can before bringing them back.”

“We’ll do our best to satisfy Mewtwo,” Wish responded. But it was clear her stomach had sunk to new depths. Rotomi looked between the two girls, then nodded, beginning to spin and vanishing with a flash. Wish and Starlight stood up straight, sidestepping to put some distance between the two of them.

“Mewtwo,” Starlight began, “Our powers were given to us to fight nega-evolutions…but if you want to fight, so be it!”

Mewtwo flew forward, clashing with a Full Moon Aegis thrown up by Wish. It quickly overpowered her and smashed her against the wall, debris flying out, before flying back and unleashing a shadow ball.

“Don’t pick on her!” Starlight shouted, charging her arms and legs with stellar energy as she leapt up, sending a diving kick at Mewtwo. It took the impact of the kick with a shield it summoned, arms raised. Dissipating the shield, Mewtwo caught Starlight’s incoming charged punches and kicks in its paws, skidding back in the dirt a bit.

“Comet BURST!” Starlight slammed her fists together and combined the energy, launching the ball back at it. Mewtwo caught the ball, only for the ball to detonate around it.

Your control of such power is rather intuitive, it seems.

“Shut up! You talk smack about my teammate and then have the nerve to sit here and analyze while in a fight!?” Starlight angrily conjured up a Comet Fastball, hurling it as Mewtwo swatted it down, letting it explode on the ground.

See, analysis is part of any sort of interaction, Mewtwo replied, drifting to and fro to avoid her incoming strikes, I was giving credit where it is due. Mewtwo backed up, finding itself surrounded by spheres of light courtesy of Wish’s Whimsy Pop attack; the lights promptly detonated around it before it could throw up a barrier.

“Nice job, Wish!”Starlight cheered. Wish kept her hands up in a casting position, staring anxiously at the cloud of smoke left behind. Mewtwo burst out of it, leering at them as it fired a barrage of psychic attacks at the pair, too quickly for Wish to throw up a barrier. It thrust out its paws again, making a swiping motion and using telekinesis to throw the Precure against separate walls and hold them there.

Impressive power from such young children…but you are only human, in the end.

It felt like the air itself was pushing down on them. Wish felt like she couldn’t breathe. Starlight clenched her fists and grit her teeth.

“Wh-what…does this…prove..!?” Starlight snarled. Mewtwo seemed to pause.

Prove?

Then...

BOOSH!

WHAM!

A combined strike. A Moonblast, followed by a Night Slash, struck Mewtwo and broke his concentration, dropping the two Precure. Clefable and Absol had arrived on the scene, glaring at Mewtwo.

“C-Clefable….you made it…!” Wish caught her breath, sighing in relief as she was hugged by her pokemon partner.

“Atta girl.” Starlight rubbed Absol’s head, then stood up. “Mewtwo…you’re wasting our time with this fight.”

“Sh-she’s right….” Wish stood up as well, Clefable standing in front of her defensively. “Someone nega-evolved an Onix here, and they may still be here.”

The cursed one who attacked me…I was forced to defend myself. I will give you that much gratitude; you treated the malady; I had no ability to do so.

“So that’s why you waited to teleport us…”

I wanted to see the process by which Precure treat the afflicted. But enough of that; my curiosity is not yet sated.

“Of course it’s not.” Starlight snarled. Mewtwo glanced toward her.

And how do you mean that?

“I’ve heard the stories countless times,” Starlight replied, “You were created to fight. To be the most powerful. Fighting’s all you care about, isn’t it? If that’s the case, you’ll never be satisfied.”

Mewtwo paused. Then tilted its head. You mean to try and tell *me* how I feel? An aggressive young human gifted with powers beyond what she deserves…and another, passive one somehow deemed to carry my predecessor’s power! It snapped its head back toward Wish, who flinched. I had assumed the humans chosen to be Precure were different from the filth I had witnessed before…but it appears the choice was simply based on random opportunity!

Mewtwo’s power flared around him. You have failed to prove your worth still, Precure!

“Mewtwo itself challenged Wish and Starlight!?” Kailani gasped, as Rotomi lay tiredly in her hands.

“Y-yeah…I need to charge up fast so I can warp you guys back to help them…!”

“The legendary genetic pokemon…”Dr. Pierce breathed, a hand over her mouth in shock. “To think it would challenge the Precure to a fight…!”

“We need to get you your strength back, quickly…!” Asuka looked to Kailani’s Rotom Dex, charging nearby. “Rotom! Please lend us your home!”

“On it, bzzt!” Rotom flew out. Asuka gingerly took Rotomi from Kailani and set her down atop the screen, letting her enter the device to begin recharging her strength.

“I hope it doesn’t take too long….” Kailani frowned.

“The Cure Dex has a touchscreen that allows you to generate virtual food she can eat,” Dr. Pierce replied, “But Fae has it, and….she’s with that…thing…”

“We only know about Mewtwo from stories…” Asuka looked to Dr. Pierce, “What else can you tell us…?”

“Well, a few experimental logs were retrieved from its birthplace after Mewtwo destroyed it…I had the logs sent to me from the institute I used to work with a few years ago…” Dr. Pierce went to her computer, searching for the logs. “Offhand, I know Mewtwo’s highly aggressive and designed for battle; its raw psychic strength is impossible for anyone to control. Though Mewtwo reacted aggressively to its original creators when it…well…blew up the lab, it simply…ran away afterward. No vicious attacks on humans, or attempts to do so. It simply…wanted to be left alone. There have been occasions where powerful psychic readings were detected in different locations, but whenever researchers tried to pinpoint the source, the readings would move; it was likely Mewtwo detecting humans getting too close and leaving.”

“So it’s been nomadic all this time…” Kailani frowned, looking to the Rotom Dex. “So why challenge Wish and Starlight?”

“It wanted them to…’show their worth,’ it said,” Rotomi replied tiredly.

“You mean like a fight!?” Kailani balked at the thought.

“That’s not good at all,” Asuka began to fret, “Such an aggressive creature against Fae and Naomi…!”

“There’s gotta be a way to heal up Rotomi faster…!” Kailani looked around, then spotted Raichu snacking in the corner. “Raichu!” She ran over, putting a hand on his head. “I got an idea!”

“Chu?” Raichu stared up at her, cheeks stuffed with food. Kailani pointed to the Rotom Dex.

“Okay, use your electricity. Carefully charge up the Rotom Dex!”

“You could really badly damage it if you do that, though!” Asuka replied.

“It’s more important that we hurry and get to our friends, right!?”

Asuka went silent at that question, then nodded. “…alright. Let’s give it a shot!”

Kailani guided Raichu over to the table where the Dex was sitting. Raichu’s cheeks sparked up, as he levitated the Rotom Dex into his paws, beginning to trickle electricity in.

“Type: Dark!” Starlight joined forces with her Absol. “Precure Wicked Whirl!”

A swirling cyclone of dark wind broke through Mewtwo’s barrier, the powerful psychic grunting in pain as its weakness was exploited. But its powers flared up again, now enraged as it swatted away an incoming Wish and Clefable, who were in the middle of executing a team dive kick.

Foolish! Mewtwo hurled a barrage of psychic energy all around it, striking at the walls, floors, anywhere that made impact. Reckless! It caught an angered Clefable in its paws and threw her behind it. Pernicious humans, and the pokemon who willingly fight beside you! Soldiers in a war in which you do not belong, nor are you needed!

“You just had to get it angry by running your mouth, didn’t you!?” Wish snapped at Starlight.

“Anything could have set it off!” Starlight replied defensively. “And I’m still right! It’s wasting our time!”

Mewtwo showed no signs of stopping; minimal indication of fatigue, still incensed, and still raring to fight. Its paws clenched and unclenched as it spread its feet, tail whipping back and forth. They could barely see its bared teeth, and a low growl was starting to trickle out of its throat.

Then, a new voice spoke; a drawl with a slight hint of annoyance.

“Eh? You aren’t the Precure I’m used to seein’.”

The voice belonged to a tall, lanky man sauntering out of the shadows; he had an unmistakable pompadour, and tinges of a greaser aesthetic. Playing with a toothpick in his mouth, he sized up the group.

“Who in the…?” Starlight trailed off, then glanced to Mewtwo to check its reaction. It had tensed even further, shoulders hunched and head down, tail still whipping about and occasionally striking the ground, kicking up dirt.

You. You’re one of them.

With a flick of the wrist, a comb emerged from the man’s jacket, and he tended to his pompadour. “Name’s Malevo. And this is my turf, by order of Lord Tumult. I was gatherin’ nega-energy in this here mountain, and I saw someone smashed my precious Nega-Onix into the rock face…then when I came back to wake it up, someone had drained its nega-energy! Last I heard, my three normal Precure birdbrains weren’t anywhere nearby—thanks, social media—which means you chicks must be the culprits!”

You’re one of the humans who has been cursing pokemon! Mewtwo hurled a Shadow Ball in its fury, only for Malevo to make a swiping motion with his comb, dissipating it.

“Nice try, pal,” Malevo responded, while Mewtwo stared back in shock, “I’m not some normal human from this world, so don’t lump me in with them! Now, to figure out what to do with you Precure brats…” Malevo’s lips spread into a sick smile. “Got it!”

Mewtwo was still enraged. As it prepared to strike again, Malevo raised a hand to reveal a nega-ring under his sleeve.

“That’s the same thing Ataxia has!” Starlight cried.

“You know her? Small world. Then you know what this does!”

Wish immediately put two and two together. “No!” she squealed, running toward Mewtwo in vain. Malevo snapped his fingers, pointing at Mewtwo as a dark circle formed beneath it, trapping it in place as it immediately began to thrash around inside.

“Nega-evolution!” Malevo struck a pose, putting a hand and spread fingers to his forehead. “Show your stuff!”

Mewtwo clutched at its chest, doubling over as shadows overtook it; its eyes shot toward Wish, staring back at her; she knew the look of fear. It opened its mouth, and an enraged, inhuman trumpeting roar came forth as it was fully obscured by shadows. The shape grew and grew, until a massive, clawed paw slammed down before the Precure.

What was once Mewtwo was now on all fours; bony, spiked, jagged in appearance, a sickly off-white, fangs emerging from its mouth. It was easily the size of a semi truck now, and was emanating nega-energy. It was its core self; a wild animal, confused, afraid, and ready to fight.

“Oh, baby!” Malevo cheered. “Look at you! Your nega-energy will feed Dys for weeks! Now, show—“

Nega-Mewtwo swung a paw, smashing into Malevo, sending him skyward and through the ceiling, as he howled in terror and pain.

“Can’t say I feel bad for him,” Starlight remarked as she watched.

“Feel bad for us!” Wish replied. Nega-Mewtwo turned its attention toward them, snarling. Wish stared back, shaking. The true Mewtwo was sealed within that beast…all its negative feelings and energy had been turned into this wicked creature. Wish’s heart ached, despite her fear of both the original and its monster form.

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belore-invictus · 5 years

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Deathbed

Phaeith laid in her deathbed, and she was almost sure of that. Her shoulder throbbed with pain, pulsating with dark magic as it overrode her veins and skin; discoloring her some. Once sun-kissed and beautiful tawny skin turned to an uncanny pale, blonde hair beginning to silver. Besides the intoxicated shoulder, she had multiple gashes and stab wounds all across her body. A broken wrist, and a slice through her lower lip. It wasn’t the wounds that made her feel like the infirmary bed she laid in was her deathbed; it was her mindset. Her heart, and where it was at. How heavy it held, and how burdened she felt. She never lead to rule, she lead to make a difference- and she wondered if she has run her course by now.

Hazed over eyes gazed upon the white, bland ceiling over top her head. She heard the moaning of other soldiers around her, and dryly swallowed. Chapped lips pressed together, and silent tears ran down her bruised cheeks in rivers. There was no reason for her to take to her personal chambers to mend, she preferred to be one with the people. “Lucian,” she whispered quietly. It was but a few weeks ago when they had their last exchange, and it ended horribly.

Her own son found disappointment in her, and she was too prideful to understand that he confided in her not for acceptance, for comfort and resolute. Instead, with her first feeling being anger, she responded aggressively and notoriously savagely. He adopted a child of the Alliance, but was it her fault to have been born into that Faction, into this war? Was it her fault that the man who saved her life was her son, a glorious Hero to House Ven’torum this day?

All she heard from her own mental was, ‘I will not accept Alliance scum into my family. I will kill them all. I would see them dead.’ The more her mind wreaked with such thoughts, the more... Disgusted, and self-destructive she got. So angry she grew, that she had to find a way to break the torment in her own mind. Not only was Lucian and his child on her mind, it was Lumeal’s death- and so she did what she knew best...

She went to war. She chose to fight it out, and this time... It did not work. There was no simple answer. There was no, ‘For the Horde, my son is a traitor!’ Lucian did not stand for what she stood for, and that was what she needed to understand. Phaeith stood as a Horde loyalist, Lucian... Has always been neutral. His beliefs were his own, and she needed to respect that. Yet, she could not. It took until an inch of her life left before Aegis broke through the wall to rescue her from the treacherous hands of Ren’dorei and Human scum to remind her what mattered most in life.

Bella’viere was almost positive that she was meant to die in that cave, that night. She was almost positive that she was meant to cease breath in front of those she promised her life to, in hopes that it would break her free from the horrid haunting that she called her Life. Life however, was not that kind to her.

Silvos lead the team into victory, reclaiming glory for the Sin’dorei as the true Champion of the Sin’dorei, and the fleet behind him demolished all that was in their way, without sweat to break. Among those people was her cousin Ithelia, a woman she has not seen in... Almost decades.

Such irony, Ithelia came into her mind, and here the Isle Witch came.... Sashaying into the room with the perfect stride, so calculated and untouched by flaw that the ground below her worshiped her raven headed cousin.

Stifling a groan, Phaeith sighed and turned her attention completely away from the ceiling and onto Ithelia herself. “Are you here to murder me in my own Infirmary Bed? That is a new low for even you, Cousin.”

Ithelia pulled one of the vacant nurse chairs out from under a desk, placing it beneath her bottom as she scooted closer to the bed. So close, that her hands took Phaeith’s trembling own, and devious, verdant pools watched golden ones. “I am not Celestiaelle, and I am not our fathers vendetta. Our fathers war does not have to be our own.”

The Sovereign clenched her jaw, glaring. “I never wanted that war, yet Celestiaelle -and- you drove my fathers own hand to hate me. You said such words to me before, and I foolishly believed in them. Only for you to cease opportunity to cut my throat, acting as an innocent. Acting as your fathers lapdog, and allowing me to look meek for wanting peace. When YOU and Celest preached of peace!” She spat.

“I was afraid, Vi. I was afraid that my own father would murder me, alongside the rest of his unit for being WEAK! You were the second oldest after me, and it made sense for you to preach for peace! You were the daughter who played with light-infused butterflies, and every living thing in your path would come to life, or begin to heal! I was always the Grand Warrior of our House, and you -KNOW- this! Do not blame me for the past, when I seek to right it now. The past matters no more, we all have made mistakes. I am sorry.”

Phaeith weakly jerked her hand away from Ithelia, snapping. “Sorry? What is it that you truly want, Ithelia. To make me seem a mockery for having a heart whilst leading. You will not be the first, nor last person who complains to me about having emotions when leading. I am a mother, dammit. I am a mother with the instinct to provide, and keep people happy! Alive! If I whip our people, they will find respect in fear, and respect out of fear is a sign of a weak man or woman, who intends on ruling- and you know what happens to them? They fail. They will ALWAYS fail. You cannot make a bond with your people by spitting on them! You have to press forth with gratitude and grace!”

“I only ask for you to think it over, Vi! Your sons need you. You want to be a mother, then be a mother. You cannot be both a mother, and a leader. You cannot be a mother to a man who is neutral in the war, without facing the facts that you would be a useless leader, to perform your duties as a mother! They are men and women who ask for a leader who can DISCIPLINE them. Surely not to invoke fear into the peoples, but to do at least one thing: give them a reason to live, Vi. Your reason is what, heart-felt words, and warm laughter? What of the field, Bella’viere. They cannot be warm on the field, the field is where you survive! So think. I do not ask for you to give up your position, I only ask for you to think of it, Bella’viere. Hell, trial me! Be my Quartermaster, and allow me to give Aegis the leader they deserve! After all. You have the Horde symbol tattooed onto your face, Vi! Do you think it smart to take such a role like this, for an organization meant to protect Quel’thalas, and Quel’thalas only?!” Ithelia sighed out with aggravation, waving her hands as she stood. “Think about that for a moment.”

The Sovereign huffed, snapping her attention to the far left, far away from Ithelia. “You want me to believe that you could keep this order free of toxicity, and that you will not turn into our fathers, and lead them into glory. You want me to believe that a FEL-USER of all people wishes to be righteous? You think me a fucking fool, Alixendria.” Bella’viere growled, and all of the nurses around the area stood still. Never did Phaeith swear, but there were times. Whilst few, they were grand for what they were. “You come to a woman dying, to seek the ability to lead? You have gravely mistaken me as a timid, and dying dog. I will bare my teeth even in death.”

“No, Vi. I do not think you a fool, by any means. I think you of a woman who spreads herself too thin, and cannot face the facts that she needs help, and rest. You need rest, damn you. You wish to leave Lucian and Ardal as orphans, over what? Your pride? You talk of mine, what of yours?! Your pride nearly had you murdered in that cave, because you deliberately CHOSE to not call onto those of Aegis to help you at first! Your pride will have a sword through your throat, for attempting to help a fallen soldier, before watching your own back! You would see to every single friend and family member who has loved you, disheartened and broken by your death. Are you that selfish to want death so badly? Take a break, Bella’viere. Get some rest. Heal, and take this time to be with your family. Give me advice, and I will see to it served. Allow me to focus on those of Aegis, and to turn this Order into what we both wish for it to be: an iron-fist. You have men like Silvos Bloodvalor, and Lumeal Blackstrider in your ranks. You believe that they would see me do wrong to your own glory? They would quick see me dead- hell, your Councilman Bloodvalor, nearly had my throat in the cave! Rest, Bella’viere. Come back for the crown when you are ready. Until then, see to it that the House of Alah’sin and Ven’torum will rise with Aegis of Belore, and we will find all of our enemies perished in the wrath of the children of the blood; and to glorious victory, will we sit together at the table and cheer when we win. When Quel’thalas returns to being a beacon of riches, and thriving as it deserves to. Have my head if I do wrong by you, that is my promise to you.”

“We will finish this discussion after rest, Alixendria. See to it that you make it home unscathed.”

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