The LEGENDARY Team (PLOT)

Wh... What!? There was not a single comprehendable word within the swirling thought clouds of the thunder bird's mind. Pieces of the video that had flickered on so suddenly blinked and disappeared in Zapdos' sight, his brilliant cerulean eyes seeing red. There was dead silence around the band of Legends as all pairs of eyes absorbed the new infomation. Zapdos found himself sparking electricity, much like his thunder brother Raikou, without having control over his electrical abilities. A storm was about to break, both a thunderstorm and the storms of war. The species shown on the manmade screen was completely foreign to the Kanto native, but it was revealed as a Zoroark. Running the word over in his mind, the duel type was not pepared for the gruesome show that followed.

His already ruffled feathers spiked up in horror, seeing the obviously frightened personality become nothing short of a monster. This... this is where it started-! Unable to complete the thought, Zapdos was only shaken out of his daze when Mewtwo spoke. Tearing his gaze from the black screen, the Kanto Legend's eyes were full of ice cold fire when they fell onto Giovanni. What have you done?! the human's pet spat, seeming to speak what each of the Pokemon were thinking. Zapdos stepped forward to be beside his father as the massive dragon raged. You sick bastard... You used my pain, my suffering and inflicted it on other innocent pokemon!? That zoroark had never even seen battle! Light amassed in his open, snarling beak, an Aeroblast building. I don't care what your little freak says. You are dying, today-- here and now! Still tense and sparking with wrath, Zapdos didn't have the mental ability to focus on anything but the last sentence. Burning by Father would be too damn good for you! he snarled as Raikou and Ho-Oh found their tounges as well.

But the youthful minded avian was in no damn mood to listen to his uncle's preaching words again. A complete turn around from where he had been before entering the gym, Zapdos whirled on the phoenix. You still find a way to defend him, Uncle?! Has it not been proven how fucked up they are at this point! Turning his rage to the vile creature in question, his gaze darkened to nothing short of murderous. I'll fry all of you pathetic little shits myself if I damn well need to! Tension was reaching immeasurable points within the Kanto Legend, having to forcibly hold his wings down to keep from lunging then and there at the human.

Mewtwo's barely contained rage had him blind to what the others were saying or doing, the aura around him snaking tentacles of energy in wild directions. Several of the electronics began to spark as the screen he had previously been sitting in front of overheated with a loud 'pop', smoke pouring out as a small fire lit in one of the motherboards. His psychic energy was feeding into the hardware and such human technology was not meant for the unbridled force of the powerful clone. Human made though he was.

His eyes continued to glow even as he turned to settle them on the cowering human, hands shoved in his pockets as he sought any way to make himself seem smaller without looking it. Pathetic, he growled angrily. You and all your kind. But while he had not paid attention to the threats of the other Legends he could feel their energy trying to compete with his own. A distinct smell of ozone caught his attention and the two electric types came to mind just as he felt the release of an attack.

But it wasn't from either of them.

And Aeroblast came rocketing towards the executive causing Mewtwo to act on instinct. Teleporting immediately before the human he used his protective barrier to divert the blast and send it in another direction, which was right into the main server towers. The blast blew out everything, knocking out the power and any form of electronic being controlled by the multiple towers. As smoke filled the room Mewtwo turned to glare at the large tainted shadow creature who had launched the assault, the look demanding explanation.

What the hell were you thinking?!


(Forgive me, things have been more than a little crazy around here)

You used my pain, my suffering and inflicted it on other innocent pokemon!? That zoroark had never even seen battle! Is this what you wanted to show us?! Dammit, You kill him and what does that change? Nothing! What are you trying to do to our heads?! All you will be left with is blood on your hands! I don't care what your little freak says! Burning by Father would be too damn good for you! Become raving lunatics! You still find a way to defend him, Uncle?! You are dying, today-- here and now! I'll fry all of you pathetic little shits myself if I damn well need to!

Giovannis' eyes grew large as his heart began to pump wildly. The earpiece around his head was viciously throwing out a multitude of translations all at once, all a terrible jumbling of rage and confusion in the legendaries' voices.

His dark eyes frantically moved from one legend to the other, each one seething with incomprehensible raw power, all aimed directly at him. Fear froze him, the mob boss only able to clutch at the masterball in his jacket as the monstrous dark beast before him powered an Aeroblast in its' enormous jaws...and fired it down at him.

Giovanni cried out, throwing up his hands defensively and staggered back as the bright light engulfed him. But he felt no pain; no searing skin or ripping apart at the seams from the immense power of the attack. Instead he heard a blast not far from them, electricity angrily sparking and screeching as the electronic towers collapsed upon themselves. All the screens fell dark, along with the sterile lighting on the ceiling. Nothing was left between the human and the bristling legendaries but the terrifying gloom, barely touched by the monochrome light coming from far-off windows and the weak backup lighting.

What the hell were you thinking?!

The mob boss panicked and fell back, staring up at the back of his creation, the masterball still tightly gripped in his hand. Giovanni gasped frantically, pushing himself back and up to his feet again as he did the only thing his mind was screaming at him to do.

"No more!" He growled under his breath, letting the masterball fly from his hand at the distracted feline clone.

Voices. Voices everywhere. Is this what you wanted to show us?! Dammit, You kill him and what does that change? Nothing! What are you trying to do to our heads?! The anger around him fueled Lugia's own rage, the aeroblast building more and more. All you will be left with is blood on your hands! I don't care what your little freak says! Burning by Father would be too damn good for you! Become raving lunatics! The power swelled, his ears slowly drowning out the words, leaving nothing but the fury saturating the atmosphere, seeping into his soul. You still find a way to defend him, Uncle?! I'll fry all of you pathetic little shits myself if I damn well need to! His crimson eyes focused on the quivering human, enjoying the crumbling confident facade utterly fall apart in the face of his brothers' collective fury. He should cower, he should shake and tremble. He was facing his death, in its many, many forms.

Wings flaring, he opened fire.

Of course, one of the more powerful aeroblasts he'd ever unleashed would have been pushed away from its target. In the second that his attack would have blown the weak human's skull clean apart, Mewtwo flashed before him, pulling up a psychic shield to cause the attack to ricochet into the electronic equipment, frying and destroying it immediately. While a satisfying explosion was the result, the human still stood, cowering behind his pet. What the hell were you thinking?! he cried, causing Lugia to explode in response.

XD001 is ME, you blithering fool! he roared, stepping forward to the clone, another Aeroblast already beginning to build once more in his throat. You have no right to guard him-- not when he used my fucking torture to turn our kin into demon spawn! What more could we gain from him?! He's no scientist, no researcher! THEY would have the answer to a cure! He just showed us that on the fucking video-- where was he when his pawns did the dirty work?! WHERE WAS HE!?

However, his rage was enough of a distraction for Giovanni to make a move, throwing a ball at the clone protecting him. "No more!" the human grunted, the air caught in suspense.

(Skip me, there won't be much to post for me until next round.)

Raving Lunatics, everyone one of them. And dammit, Ho-Oh had to admit even he was in that category. So many emotions being thrown around, no one keeping their level heads. They were supposed to be Legendary Pokemon, Peace keepers of the regions, and yet they couldn’t even keep the peace amongst themselves! Just them squabbling like a pack of torchics, never agreeing with anything.

But that wasn’t exactly true…

The others did all agree one thing, it was only Ho-Oh who was disagreeing it seems. Well, almost the only one disagreeing. Mewtwo was against killing Giovanni, but…..he suspect that if that was any other human, any at all really, The Legendary Clone would not have protested at all. And it unnerved Ho-Oh to the fullest. To know that pokemon that where his family, could resort to Slaughter so easily. Yes, Giovanni was far from innocent, and he deserved to be punished, to face the consequences, but slaughter? By the hands of his family especially?

How he wished for something, anything to stop all the bickering, to force everyone to simply stop whatever it is they were doing and focus on something else, even for a second.

And he got what he wished for, but in all the wrong way.

Everything went by so fast, Lugia attacked, intent on killing Giovanni once and for all, and Mewtwo seemed to just barely rescue the human. And just when Ho-Oh thought that that outburst would lead to full on bloodshed, something unexpected happen. Giovanni stood up for himself.

Does he seriously think that pokeball would work?

Yet he couldn’t answer why that pokeball looked so….different…

[Skip]

"No more!"

Mewtwo turned to look skeptically at the human's pitiful outburst only to have a round purple object smack him dead in the face. It hung there for a moment only to fall away uselessly and Mewtwo let out a dark growl at the audacity Giovanni had to fucking throw something at him. His eye ridge twitched in annoyance as his psychic energy once again began to pulsate around him, at least until he looked down at the floor to see what hit him.

A.
Fucking.
Masterball?!

All energy fell flat in an instant as the clone gazed in horror at the very bane of his existence. He had witnessed those infernal contraptions before, hell he had even been c...

Oh Fuck.

There was only one reason a Pokeball designed to have a perfect capture rate would fail. You were trying to capture a Pokemon that already was captured.
DAMN YOU BLAINE!

He was still a captured Pokemon?! Wha- How- He saw Blaine destroy that infernal ball. Had he been duped? Had the rat bastard really destroyed an empty ball or some other capture's? He still had a fucking owner? Angry he grabbed Giovanni with his tail and lifted the man off the ground to look him square in the eye. How many of those Masterballs did you and your wretched scientists make?

Giovanni stared with horror and shock as the ball hit the clone and fell uselessly aside with a shallow clatter.

No words could form in his mind cohesively as the angry feline began to glow with an angered psychic energy...and then cease in an instant when his purple eyes fell on what he had thrown.
Oh Fuck.

He could see Mewtwos' brain working as he put together the pieces in his mind, those cold eyes darting back and forth in fantastic confusion.

DAMN YOU BLAINE!
Giovannis' dark eyes bored into the feline, his expression quickly turning from terrified shock to a smug resignation. Mewtwos' tail quickly lashed out at him, wrapping around his neck and jerking him up off of the ground. The mob boss gasped and choked in surprise, his hands pulling at the thick appendage in vain.

How many of those Masterballs did you and your wretched scientists make? Mewtwo demanded of him, his cold glare inches away from his face. Giovanni stayed silent, the humans' gaze remaining on the clones' face until a quiet laughter began to seep from his mouth.

Slowly the laughter grew, his hands falling uselessly to his sides as he closed his eyes and laughed, the sound echoing through the room.
"Haha! Oh how exquisite! My pet!" He exclaimed between fits of laughter.
"Aaaaah, how so very perfect!"
"Blaine!! Hahahahahaaaa!"

The ball flew swiftly through the air, the Legends and Giovanni alike enthralled for the split moment it was airborne. It struck its target true, but instead of the token red flash of light, it hit Mewtwo's form innocently, then fell to the ground, useless. Mewtwo seemed shocked at first, then enraged, but the strange outcome really only had Lugia confused. While he was still rather livid, the confusion only managed to distract his fury.

DAMN YOU, BLAINE!
Mewtwo held the human aloft, his psychic aura lashing like a blue wreath of flame. How many of those Masterballs did you and your wretched scientists make? Lugia emitted a soft growl deep in his throat as the human chuckled, pathetically gripping at the appendage that held him aloft.

"Haha! Oh how exquisite! My pet!" He exclaimed between fits of laughter. Perhaps his feeble mind had snapped. "Aaaaah, how so very perfect! Blaine!! Hahahahahaaaa!"

Lugia did not know who this "Blaine" person was, nor did he really care. The fact that there was another human involved... it wasn't surprising. Of course a human's creation would serve them, no matter any pretty words broadcasted. Not your pet anymore, is he, Human? he growled, glowing crimson glare fixated on the clone. Were you not satisfied with one master, but TWO?! You filthy, pathetic, pitiful excuse for a pokemon-- you're nothing but their servant-- thier WHORE! Another Aeroblast built, its power already surpassing the first as it built dangerously in his throat. There was no way either one of them was leaving this building alive.

The humans' laughter echoed in the canines' ears, louder and louder, drowning out everything else.
Soon the terrible sound became nothing but a repetitive drone in his ears, driving him deeper and deeper into the darkness of his mind. 
The seething pain and outrage boiled in the legendary, his teeth bared and his chest heaving as he struggled to stay in control. 
The winds peaked at hurricane speeds outside, sending torrents of rain and shattered debris through the shattering windows. The building groaned against the raw power of the winds, barely staying grounded in its' place.

Lugia roared as a brilliant light emanating from his mouth, the clone grasping the human by the neck, the others shouting...but the canine saw and heard none of it. 
All he heard was the laughter. 
The taunting, jeering, maniacal laughter.

...Stop! He whispered, his voice frayed and dry, his body trembling with rage.
...Please...Make it stop!!!...
But the terrible sound only continued, nobody caring about his plea.

...STOP LAUGHING!!! He exploded, his powerful voice a terrifying roar as he leapt forward. 
The blue beasts' mighty frame collided with the human, wrenching him from the clones' grip. The two hit the ground, with the water legends' enormous claws flying with deadly and feral precision as his arms began to move on their own. 
JUST STOP! STOP IT!!! He cried wildly, his eyes wide with fury. 
A paw the size of a frying pan slammed into the humans shoulder, the outstretched claws slicing the tender flesh into deep red ribbons. The human began to scream as blood sprayed, but Suicune couldn't stop.
Another enormous paw landed a blow to Giovannis' face, hooking into the humans' flesh with a crunch and ripping away as his claws kept flying. Blood gushed from the mob boss, shredded flesh and shattered skull flying and splattering everywhere. 
Suicune roared as he let his fury overtake him, his claws thirsty for the humans' blood.

Chaos erupted around the lithe feline before he could even so much as twitch a whisker. Giovanni gave a weak battle cry before suddenly there was movement and something flew out of his hand at the clone. All too late, the saber toothed cat realized what it was. Some sort of Pokeball!? Though the violet colour of the thing was something completely foreign for him, power seemed to emit from the human device, making even Raikou uneasy. Leaping nimbly back just as the thing made contact, he was half fascinated, half disappointed as it fell to the floor, useless. The horrible tension in the room rose in the few heart beats while everyone froze, though the human appeared dumb struck. Raikou fought the urge to snicker at his horror despite having no idea what had just happened.

Mewtwo was the one to strike out then, bellowing with rage and lifting the human up by his neck. Spitting in his face, Raikou snarled at the mob boss's laughter. How dare you mock us, pig! Though what happened next made the bad situation immediately give way to catastrophic. Lugia suddenly snapped, the fires in his eyes more wrathful that Raikou could ever recall seeing them. Not your pet anymore, is he, Human? Were you not satisfied with one master, but TWO?! You filthy, pathetic, pitiful excuse for a pokemon-- you're nothing but their servant-- thier WHORE! As his uncle built another Aeroblast, the lightning cat's own brother snapped, shrieking ...STOP LAUGHING!!!

Raikou whirled in horror to see Suicune jumping onto Giovanni, seeming to have snapped alongside the dragon. JUST STOP! STOP IT!!! Raikou bounded forward, crying out, Brother NO! We need him! But it was too late. As the Gaurdian of the Sea's most powerful attack prepared to fire, Raikou knew there was nothing he could do. It all happened too fast, and as blood splattered and bones broke, he knew there was no saving the human. Though the Johto Legend couldn't say he felt much sympathy. Allowing the rage and pain from the entire Epidemic to urge through the electric type, he roared as lightning shot outside alongside the hurricane brewing.

 
The pokeball bounced off the clone, a defective orb meant for containment, or in some cases enslavement, now shown to be a useless bobble, broken by time or fate. But as it turns out, the pokeball was not the one at fault here, or should he say, the masterball. A human invention that Ho-Oh thought was one of a kind and already used. Ho-Oh was a fool to think there would only be one, and Mewtwo not being captured proved that. For nothing less than a masterball would be able to catch that powerful psychic.
 
As if things could not get any worse. The final thread snapped. And with it the minds of everyone in this place.
 
With the realization of Mewtwo being an owned pokemon, the rest of the group seemed to snap. The overwhelming fear that the psychic may be a double agent,working with the humans or that the humans held more power than previously thought all probably overtook their minds, sending them into a frenzy. At least that was what he hoped had happened. For that was a better answer for what his son did.
 
Killing the Giovanni.
 
Attacking the last life-line they had to restore what had happened, and throwing all their work away in a single moment.
 
Yet it didn't stop there. Hurricane winds, monstrous lightning, and pure energy all being built up within the room. One death would not be enough for them. They will go on a rampage, one that will not be stopped so easily. All that rage pent up will result in countless deaths. And Ho-Oh would be able to do nothing about it. If this was the fated hurricane of death, then he was standing in the eye of it, and everyone knew the calm from the eye of the hurricane was merely a false hope, before the destruction shifted again.
 
There was no more hope for his little family. They will never be the same. Giovanni was gone, as was the chances for a cure for Entei. Raikou had succumbed to the surroundings doing something that Ho-Oh knew he would regret for a long time, and Suicune….the one who usually kept his brothers from going off the deep end, he could only imagine what sort of turmoil his actions would bring him, and also what further consequences are waiting for that Legendary.

Zapdos was left in the back. His eyes widened, watching the scene unfold before him. It was as if all hell had opened in a thick display of violence and hatred from his many brothers. Not one of them was immune, this included the thunder bird himself. The Masterball flying, Father's Aeroblast, Suicune's mauling- all of it shone in the Kanto Legend's eyes like flames, his beak pulling up in a monsterous grin.

Yes... Yes- let them all PAY!

His lightning brother had already taken the side of his own kin, leaving Zapdos' maddened glare to settle upon the clone. The one whom had caused so much trouble. The avian hissed, puffing out his already ruffled feathers as his own lightning struck down alongside Raikou's. No way was he sitting this one out. Giving a birdlike shriek, his wings snapped open, and Zapdos heard the booming impact of the intense lightningbolts smashing into the Gym's hardened roof.

This... ends.... NOW!

Zapdos barraded the roof with electricity from outside, working alongside Suicune and Raikou to rip the building apart above them.

"Haha! Oh how exquisite! My pet! Aaaaah, how so very perfect! Blaine!! Hahahahahaaaa!"
Were you not satisfied with one master, but TWO?! You filthy, pathetic, pitiful excuse for a pokemon-- you're nothing but their servant-- thier WHORE!

Laughter, voices...so many voices...all screaming the brutal truth that still had the clone reeling. A creature that likely no longer drew breath but still seemed to haunt him held a power over the psychic feline that no other could dare possess. The right of ownership. The very thought made Mewtwo sick and as his vision began to swim he quickly grabbed his head as a wave of energy erupted from him. Unfortunately this left the human he had been guarding completely exposed.

...STOP LAUGHING!!!
JUST STOP! STOP IT!!!

Suicune had lost it even before the clone did despite being, you know, the one who actually had the problem. Mewtwo removed his hands from his face to see Giovanni splayed out under the large blue hound, blood painting the ground as his screams pierced the air. He watched in horror as the man's skull crushed beneath the weight of Suicune's paw, the inner matter running out onto the ground as the shattered remains rolled away. But it was not over as Lugia was not far behind in the assault, only his target was not the now clearly dead human on the ground.

A massive Aeroblast the likes of which the clone had only witnessed back on the island in Orre was targeted directly at Mewtwo himself. He tried to throw a Thunderbolt  towards the shadowed avian, intent on at least making him miss, but his bolts were lost as the two electric Legends lost their own minds to rage. With barely a second to spare he tried to Teleport but found himself too late, staring at a swirling dark mass mere inches from his eyes.

Lugia had released.

He scrambled to get out of the way but the blast caught his back, his tail disintegrating instantly along with his left leg, the force of the blast hurling him into a far wall as the building suddenly started caving in on all of them. He had done it, he had killed them all. That crazy bird deluded by his own condition just sentenced the entire world to damnation. So with the last of his energy, as he watched rubble and brick collapse around him, he looked to Lugia with a cold hatred in his eyes.

So, was it worth it?

The whirling miasma of hate, pain and rage was like a maelstrom of screams pulling Lugia further and further down into the pits of his own malice. The black blood that tainted him, body and soul, pumped viciously as his crimson gaze stayed on the clone before him. Clone... He... it wasn't one of them. It wasn't there to help them save anything other than its own faux hide. It wasn't even a true pokemon-- of course it would have flocked to its master, its creator! How foolish any of them were to have trusted a fiend like that-- how desperate, how pathetic!

His eyes flicked momentarily to the broken Water Legend tearing mercilessly at the already unrecognizable corpse of the human. That was what all of them deserved. Suicune's rage fueled his own, transferring to the now very prominent attack forming in his open fanged maw.

No more... his wrath whispered lovingly as the power of his signature move built more and more, illuminating his face with its poisonous light. No more would they seek help from the ditches, the filth. Not from the false and the liars. This thing would die by a true Legend's power, just as his precious fucking Master died. It was what was due, what had to be done in his own twisted logic. And, as the clone turned from the bloodied mess of bone and gore that Suicune left for it to worship, it paused, finally seeing its doom staring right back at it.

Lugia released.

His attack in Orre hadn't the power of this one. The one that struck down his own daughter and the once invincible fortress that had caged him so long ago hadn't half the power of this one. Where the other had destroyed with a blunt force only a breaking soul could manage, this had the acidic hate of the shell left behind. It devoured entire portions of the clone's flesh for its own, as if he'd unleashed a concentrated beam of Hellfire. It paid no attention to its first victim, flying through him into the walls of the pathetic building that housed them flimsily against the building hurricane winds. The wild debris vanished upon contact, as well as anything else that dared come into its path. Even in its waning pulses, it managed to disintegrate more of the damned computers that surrounded them.

As Lugia heaved, his Aeroblasts now utterly spent, his crimson eyes stared hatefully down at the mortally wounded puppet clinging to life at the far end of the gym. His sharp eyes met Mewtwo's dulling ones, the light already leaving them. His tail and leg were replaced by naught but blood and loosened tendon and bone, a crippled mess of flesh... just like Giovanni. A triumphant smirk haunted Lugia's features, even as Mewtwo's last words rang in his mind.

So, was it worth it?

Lugia stood steady against the crumbling walls, the breaking building collapsing around him, eyes still fixated on the dying. Frozen by some strange spell the gaze cast, Lugia himself wasn't sure why he couldn't look away; either by some strange form of guilt... or he wanted to see for himself the life leave those cursed eyes. Still, Mewtwo's question was not lost on the avian. Still staring, still frozen and still completely oblivious to what transpired around him, Lugia gave his own piece before Mewtwo's breath failed him.

...Yes.

The beasts' vision swirled red as his claws kept swiping, the shredded mess in front of him nothing but a red smear. His claws continued to slash right through the concrete, his own blood beginning to mingle with the humans' as chunks of rubble began to fly. Suicune roared as his blood spattered maw shook with rage.

High above him, the legends shook the roof with their fury, lightning crashing through. The winds gave one last howling push before the roof ripped away. The black avian unleashed a blinding Aeroblast, consuming the water beast. Suicune felt his body torn from where he stood, to be dashed a dozen feet away and land on the concrete floor with a hard and wet splat. He gasped, his maw gaping as he struggled to breathe, but nothing came.

Silence.

The water beast blinked with wide crimson eyes, his blurred vision clearing slowly.
Dust everywhere from the rubble falling from the sky. Rubble falling everywhere around him.
A pounding began to emerge from the silence. A rhythmic, frantic pounding.
Suicune stared ahead as his vision cleared, his paws slowly scratching at the floor in a weak attempt to get to his feet. He stared at his fiery sibling, whose face was that of utter horror as he stared right back.
Entei...
He whispered, scratching weakly in his brothers' direction, his hind legs failing to push him up. He dragged his maned head across the ground with a great effort, his fur covered in gray debris. His eyes strained to look down to his hind legs, his muscles struggling to obey.

Suicunes' eyes grew wide and his mouth opened to scream.
The frantic pounding grew louder.
Where his legs should have been, there was a dark pool of blood.
Where his belly should have been, there was charred flesh and entrails trailing across the floor.
The pounding grew louder.

His gaze flashed to the fire legendary, full of terror.
B-brother!...Broth-!...The water canine cried out to him, a weak whimper escaping his maw before his body stopped shuddering and lay still.

And then there was silence.

The building continued to collapse, but the avian's eyes stayed on Mewtwo's limp, bleeding form. The carnage around him only aided in blanketing his vision in red, continuing to blind him from the now very dangerous and precarious situation he was caught in. Suicune's pitiful cries to his brother were lost on Lugia, his strangled, garbled pleas drowned out with the fury of the storm outside. But as another, as Suicune succumbed, the avian's gaze shifted from the Traitor to him, his expression unchanging. Another death. Another body in the pile of thousands, another sack of meat for the crows.

In his daze, in the roar of the hurricane outside, he did not hear. He did not hear another piece of the gym rip from its mount, did not see it swirl in the gale's throes.

Did not see it turn.

Did not see it hurl toward him.

Did not feel it pierce him.

Did not feel its kin run through him.

Lanced, harpooned, struck and fettered by his assailants, Lugia's attention finally came to himself when he found it difficult to breathe. A shard of glass, thick and painlessly sharp, was stained crimson with the blood pumping from his now severed esophagus and jugular. Staring down at it, vaguely wondering why it was there, his eyes glanced down to the rest of him, finding hundreds, if not thousands of pieces of debris in him as if he were a dartboard. Most went completely through him, supporting his heavy frame against the wall he now found himself. Blood poured from the wounds, and yet he felt nothing. Did not-- could not feel the separation of his flesh as he fell limp against his binds, could not feel the burning of his deprived lungs... could not feel his heart stutter and struggle.

His vision blurred. His muscles slackened. His body continued to move slightly as more and more pieces of shrapnel acted as arrows, further imprisoning him against the gym wall. Half-dead, mind absent and gone from its host, there was no reaction as a final piece turned for its mark striking the ebony head straight in a wide, unfocused eye.

Eyes shot open as a ripple echoed in his mind. Blinking, staring into the starry ocean that was his home, the Time Keeper turned his grand, crested head toward the ripple. Something had happened... something was wrong. Floating over to the disturbance, he lowered his head into it and saw a region not his own. It was Kanto, he was sure, and there, a storm unlike any the region had seen tore its way furiously around a single spot: a building, now unrecognizable. Eyes narrowing into slits, he pushed himself away from the vision, propelling himself back into his tranquil home. He knew what was transpiring-- or at least... what was supposed to be happening...

It was easy to bend time around to maneuver his way to the place in question; upon arrival, he halted it all but completely, the wild shards of debris caught in their tracks, moving like drifting snow. He passed the now tame "wind", its breath nothing but a whisper on his steel form as he trudged forward. Ducking beneath the remnants of a wall, Dialga took a small moment to absorb the scene in front of him.

Blood was, of course, everywhere. The fierce winds had disturbed much of the carnage, moving the slop about to where it was impossible to tell whose guts were whose. Other Legends, Lesser ones stood by, shock, fear, anger all written on their expressions. Scoffing in distaste, pushing past them, Dialga moved forward still, until he was near the four more prudent players. His cold, steely glare looked over the scene with disgust. Morons-- how could they have veered so far? His gaze went to the clone, the one that started the ripple, and he leaned closer. His grand, crested head cast a shadow on the dead clone, its eyes glazed over by Death's hand. Dialga did not make a move as he reached with his powers to begin to rewind the celestial current.

The floating debris halted, then began retreating. Soon, the entire scene around him played in reverse, including the fateful attack that had caused much of this damage in the first place. The human became whole again, the Water Beast, and finally, the clone himself. The damage healed, it seemed that before this, they were merely conversing amongst themselves. Still standing before the clone, Dialga's cold, condescending glare did not leave him. With Time still paused, he leaned closer, head nearly touching the other's. A growl building in the back of his throat, Dialga only spoke once:

You failed, Clone. Do not do so again.

Satisfied that his message would be in the clone's mind, he scoffed once more, turning away and leaving the way he'd come. As soon as his form left, he released his grip on the current, letting it flow once more.

The fools had better get it right this time...

The ball flew swiftly through the air, the Legends and Giovanni alike enthralled for the split moment it was airborne. It struck its target true, but instead of the token red flash of light, it hit Mewtwo's form innocently, then fell to the ground, useless. Mewtwo seemed shocked at first, then enraged, but the strange outcome really only had Lugia confused. While he was still rather livid, the confusion only managed to distract his fury.

DAMN YOU, BLAINE!
Mewtwo held the human aloft, his psychic aura lashing like a blue wreath of flame. How many of those Masterballs did you and your wretched scientists make? Lugia emitted a soft growl deep in his throat as the human chuckled, pathetically gripping at the appendage that held him aloft. Lugia growl paused a moment, as all of this seemed strangely familiar.

"Haha! Oh how exquisite! My pet!" He exclaimed between fits of laughter. Perhaps his feeble mind had snapped. "Aaaaah, how so very perfect! Blaine!! Hahahahahaaaa!"

Lugia did not know who this "Blaine" person was, nor did he really care. The fact that there was another human involved... it wasn't surprising. Of course a human's creation would serve them, no matter any pretty words broadcasted. Confusion over his previous deja vu overridden by his anger, he stepped forward, rage rekindled. Not your pet anymore, is he, Human? he growled, glowing crimson glare fixated on the clone. Were you not satisfied with one master, but TWO?! You filthy, pathetic, pitiful excuse for a pokemon-- you're nothing but their servant-- thier WHORE! Another Aeroblast built, its power already surpassing the first as it built dangerously in his throat. There was no way either one of them was leaving this building alive...

The humans' laughter echoed in the canines' ears, louder and louder, drowning out everything else.
Soon the terrible sound became nothing but a repetitive drone in his ears, driving him deeper and deeper into the darkness of his mind.
The seething pain and outrage boiled in the legendary, his teeth bared and his chest heaving as he struggled to stay in control.
The winds peaked at hurricane speeds outside, sending torrents of rain and shattered debris through the shattering windows. The building groaned against the raw power of the winds, barely staying grounded in its' place.

Lugia roared as a brilliant light emanating from his mouth, the clone grasping the human by the neck, the others shouting...but the canine saw and heard none of it.
All he heard was the laughter.
The taunting, jeering, maniacal laughter.

...Stop! He whispered, his voice frayed and dry, his body trembling with rage.
...Please...Make it stop!!!...
But the terrible sound only continued, nobody caring about his plea.

...STOP LAUGHING!!! He exploded, his powerful voice a terrifying roar as he leapt forward.

Raikou pulled back his lips in the start of a confusion fueled snarl, a light in his eyes blinding in the chaos happening around the thundercat. As the violet human device flew through the world, he was motionless, standing behind the others and nearest to his water brother Suicune. The intent of Giovanni was obvious as the Pokeball smacked right into the filthy clone. His reaction was instantaneous as Mewtwo's wrath came down upon the human.DAMN YOU, BLAINE! he roared, lifting the mob boss by the throat with his long tail. How many of those Masterballs did you and your wretched scientists make? The psychic spat into his face, receiving nothing less than a boom of laughter from the man.

"Haha! Oh how exquisite! My pet! Aaaaah, how so very perfect! Blaine!! Hahahahahaaaa!" Giovanni shot back, making the saber toothed cat bristle, stepping bck once more until a single heel hit the wall. What the hell is even going on?! Who is Blaine! Before Rikou could voice a thing, the dragonlike avian was already on his rampage, Lugia's tone nothing short of venomous.

Not your pet anymore, is he, Human? Were you not satisfied with one master, but TWO?! You filthy, pathetic, pitiful excuse for a pokemon-- you're nothing but their servant-- thier WHORE! An Aeroblast built within the duel type's gaping jaws, causing Raikou's crimson eyes to widen with alarm. He'll blow the whole place apart with us in it!

...Stop!...Please...Make it stop!!!... The water beast begged, sending chills of horror down his brother's spine. Raikou could only stare on helplessly as Suicune cried out once more with a tremendous roar and a mighty leap.

 
The pokeball bounced off the clone, a defective orb meant for containment, or in some cases enslavement, now shown to be a useless bobble, broken by time or fate. But as it turns out, the pokeball was not the one at fault here, or should he say, the masterball. A human invention that Ho-Oh thought was one of a kind and already used. Ho-Oh was a fool to think there would only be one, and Mewtwo not being captured proved that. For nothing less than a masterball would be able to catch that powerful psychic.
 
As if things could not get any worse. The final thread snapped. And with it the minds of everyone in this place.
 
With the realization of Mewtwo being an owned pokemon, the rest of the group seemed to snap. The overwhelming fear that the psychic may be a double agent,working with the humans or that the humans held more power than previously thought all probably overtook their minds, sending them into a frenzy. At least that was what he hoped had happened. For that was a better answer for what his son was about to do.
 
All that anger being released in a frenzy as Suicune leapt with malicious intent. He could feel the seconds slow down into milliseconds as he witnessed his own son lunge into the air, his eyes full of pure hatred and anger at the human. Try as he might to react in time, by the time he took action, it would already be too late. He just hoped it wasn't something that Suicune would regret afterwords.

The Kanto Legend was left behind the others, his back already pressed close to a wall even before the others started to lose their minds. In one fell swoop, the vile human nt onlysentenced himself to an early grave, but exposed Mewtwo's true intentions as well. The duel type drew in a sharp breath of air, gritting his beak as anger sparked physically from his wings in the form of raw electrical power.

Yes... Yes- let them all PAY!

Zapdos watched with none other than morbid satisfaction as his brothers were already stepping forward and making their moves on the offending traitors. Not that Giovanni was any surprise... but Mewtwo had almost seemed as if he were actually trying. Almost. As his fury spiked, the thunder bird allowed lightningbolts to assault the building and scortch the already soaked ground outside. Staring up at his father, taking in the back of the giant avian's head, Zapdos knew he was right.

This... ends.... NOW!

Right in all the wrong ways.

"Haha! Oh how exquisite! My pet! Aaaaah, how so very perfect! Blaine!! Hahahahahaaaa!"
Were you not satisfied with one master, but TWO?! You filthy, pathetic, pitiful excuse for a pokemon-- you're nothing but their servant-- thier WHORE!

Laughter, voices...so many voices...all screaming the brutal truth that still had the clone reeling. A creature that likely no longer drew breath but still seemed to haunt him held a power over the psychic feline that no other could dare possess. The right of ownership. The very thought made Mewtwo sick and as his vision began to swim he quickly grabbed his head as a wave of energy erupted from him. Unfortunately this left the human he had been guarding completely exposed.

...STOP LAUGHING!!!
JUST STOP! STOP IT!!!

Suicune had lost it even before the clone did despite being, you know, the one who actually had the problem. Mewtwo removed his hands from his face to see the large blue hound, lunging for Giovanni. The psychic was suddenly nauseous as an image of the mob boss lain across the floor, painted in his own blood, overtook him.  A flash of the human's skull crunching beneath a heavy paw had bile rising up in his throat, his eyes following Suicune's movement as though the world was in slow motion.

You failed, Clone. Do not do so again.

The voice ringing in Mewtwo's head was foreign, yet he felt compelled to do just that. An entire scene played out in the clone's mind in the blink of an eye and before he even had time to process what he was doing he felt his arm stretch out and unleash a powerful Psychic, knocking the water dog far away and into the no longer functioning screen above. Turning to Lugia he took calculation of the still building Aeroblast and wasted no time in throwing a Thunderbolt  towards the shadowed avian, the charges bouncing off of the building static from the other two electric legends trying to build their own attacks and increasing the voltage Lugia was forced to take.

With barely a second to spare he grabbed Giovanni and prepared to Teleport, an angry glare boring down into the eyes of his former 'master'. I know you. You are the man who always has a backup for his backup plan. Tell me, where is the rest of the information for the cure? A deep, unsettling chuckle reverberated in the chest of the prim man in his arms. The smirk that played across Giovanni's face as the light began to radiate around them both for Mewtwo's Teleport had the feline cringing, dreading what he was about to hear fall from the lips of the devious mind of Giovanni. "Oh, my pet..." he whispered darkly.

"What cure?"

Those words echoed in the psychic's mind as his Teleport took over, whisking them away, and leaving the other Legends to ponder their meaning as well as what just occured.