Insert Disasterous Final Battle Here

The library had never seen as much activity as it had since Emily had shown up. In fact, the very owner of the library seethed and tugged at his platinum blonde hair as the cute little girl hummed happily, currently holding a red crayon in her little right hand. To anyone else, this was adorable. To Adrian…

"See, I wouldn't mind it so much if she WASN'T DRAWING IN MY BOOK!"

"Oh calm down, she's just ten years old!" Tash whispered up at her boyfriend.

"She. IS. DRAWING. IN. MY. BOOKS. IN. MY. LIBRARY." He emphasized, hitting his fist in his hand. "She is ruining my library!" He seethed and rubbed his temples. "I could mind the whole mural she drew the first day here. Even the fact she decided to paper mache out the files. You actually liked that. But when she violates my books—"

"Hey, Adrian, look, look at the shiny!" Claire exclaimed as she popped out of the doorway, holding a laser pointer and pointed it at the floor.

Adrian's attention went right to that, and he yowled, and jumped at it, very happy looking.

"Thanks Clairey…" Tash sighed in relief. "I'm running out of excuses to use for Adrian, and ear rubs only go so far…"

"Gasp! Ear rubs only go so far?" Claire asked in shock horror, slapping her cheek in surprise.

"I know!" She exclaimed. "But…" She sighed and walked over, rubbing Emily's head sweetly like an aunt would. "Meh, I just wish that people would give Emily a chance. She may have been a Sue but…she's better now."

"You can't blame people for not being used to her just yet," Miri said. "They've been dealing with Willowe and her siblings for a while… it'll take a while."

"Well can you blame them?" Claire asked. "I mean she's one of Willowe's sisters…."

Emily stopped drawing in the book for a mere moment to listen to the conversation the three older women were having. She pretended to color for the sake of sneaky listening.

"Not a lot of people are going to warm up to her." Claire continued. "Truth be told…I'm not so sure I trust her one hundred percent…"

Emily bit her lip gently.

"That may be true." Tash whispered. "But it's not fair for her, just because she's Willowe's sister…"

"We just need to keep a close eye on her is all," Miri said, "I mean… hm?"

All three girls looked up to see a small form running off down the library, her hand up by her eyes.

"Emily, wait!" Tash exclaimed. She dashed off after her, as did Claire and Miri behind her.

Adrian blinked as he stared up at the wall, tilting his head in curiosity. Where had the shiny little light gone…?

…

"We're getting some high readings in these fandoms," Marcus said calmly as he looked up at the large computer monitor which, indeed, showed quite a spike in Sue energies. "Someone may need to go in there and see what's up."

He looked behind him and sighed. "Eventually, I'll learn to stop talking to myself."

He gestured, and a plot hole appeared in front of him. He knew when it was his turn, and it was his turn to jump into the fray.

No sooner did the plot hole appear, than the figure of a small ten year old rushed right past him and into the portal. It closed behind him.

Marcus was left alone once again, blinking in confusion.

…

Emily didn't stop until she was deep in the forest of whatever fandom she had landed in and panted as she finally stopped. She was panting and looking around. Great, now she was lost. She leaned against the tree and curled up a bit. A small tear fell down her cheek. She pressed her forehead against her knee, and bit her lip.

A twig snapped off to the side of her.

She looked up, her eyes red and wet with tears. If it was something native to the fandom, she was in trouble. She held her breath and watched as a figure walked out of the darkness.

Her eyes widened at the sight.

Alastor smirked.

"Hey sis."

…

"If you're talking about the little ten year old blur that just shot past me…" Marcus said to a panting Claire, Tash and Miri, who had just asked the whereabouts of the small child. "I think she might have been the one who just ran into my portal…"

"She just ran through the portal?" Tash panted, grabbing her knees from the long run from one side of the library to the other. Claire was the first to regain her breath.

"Well, what fandom did she run into?" She asked.

"I'm not sure." Marcus said with a shrug. "I just set the portal to the location with the strongest ratings on the Sue/Stu level. If you want, I can probably reset the portal direction to take you right to where he landed…"

"Could you do that Marcus?" Tash asked. "We need to get her back, fast."

"Yeah, yeah, no problem." He turned around, and with a very fast key stroke, a glowing yellow portal appeared in front of the girls. "There ya go." He said. "Good luck grabbing her, get any trouble and just call me."

"Got it." Claire said. "Thanks Marcus." And was the first to step in…

And a hand closed around her throat as soon as she landed. "Hello there gorgeous." Alastor grinned, a tied up, crying Emily behind him.

…

The seconds turned to minutes, and the minutes to hours. And the boyfriends were absolutely worried sick.
"Why hasn't she called me yet," Michael whispered in worry, as he looked down at his two-way communicator he gave to Claire in just such an occasion. He was biting his lip, and whimpered.

For all you know, she's just laying in a ditch somewhere, the Stu having—

Michael, having enough of the Darkness' bull, grabbed the glow stick around his neck and jammed it into the snakes mouth, causing the parasite to screech in agony and slide back into his back.

Adrian was also extremely worried. "They would have called if something happened to them, right?" he asked his friend after a moment. "I'm sure they're just having fun in the fandom and didn't wanna be interrupted."

"That's probably it." He said with a nod.

A moment passed.

"I say we go double check."

"Right on the nose."

…

"You people really need to keep track of the things you lose." Marcus grumbled as he typed in the same key stroke as before, and the swirling portal appeared in front of the Gary Stu Gutter and the Librarian. "If you don't come back this time, I'm not sending someone after this. I rather like having someone in the library to clean up."

"Thanks for the support Marcus." Adrian rolled his eyes and stepped into the portal, followed by Michael.

The second they did step on the ground, however, they realized a trap was set a bit too late.

"Pitfalls." Michael said bluntly at the very bottom of the hand dug pit, staring at the wall with a look of disdain on his face. "These things went out of style when Team Rocket used them."

"Well, it's not a problem." Adrian said. "We can just climb to the top and deal with whatever dug this hole."

"I'll give you a hint!" grinned a very familiar looking face from the very top of the hole. "His name starts with an A, is extremely gorgeous, and kidnapped your little friends."

"Alastor!" Michael snarled, jumping to his feet. "Where the hell is Claire?"

"And Tash?" Alastor commented, jumping to his own feet.

"Oh, don't you worry, they're right here, safe and sound." He said, shrugging in a bored manner. He rolled over onto his stomach, staring down at them with a very catlike looking smirk on his face. "You've got nothing to worry about Mikey-Boy. A thing as perfect as YOUR girlfriend, I wouldn't consider hurting. She'd make a pretty little thing for my side when I end up taking over the world."

"You're not gonna touch her!" He shouted as his dark tentacle erupted from his back, and he began to scale the walls, Adrian close behind him as he rushed up the side.

Alastor jumped back as both boys erupted from the hole, Michael with his dark tentacles writhing behind him and Adrian with his sword out.

"I… I just gotta ask." Adrian began. "Was there any point to that pitfall?"

"Nah, that was left there by the original makers." Adrian said. "You guys just happened to hop into it."

"Who were the original makers?"

A large explosion was heard off in the distance.

"Ah!" Alastor laughed. "There they go now!"

"LOOKS LIKE TEAM ROCKET'S BLASTING OFF AGAIN!"

"Five points for me," Michael grumbled under his breath.

"Now then," Alastor held his hands out to the side, revealing a quartet of girls, three of which looked about ready to bite off Alastor's head and spit it out onto him again, and then maybe kick him around a few times. "I believe these lovely things belong to you?"

"It's not gonna be that easy, is it?" Michael asked, narrowing his eyes at his mortal enemy, all ready knowing the answer.

"Nope!"

And Alastor dashed over to him in a split second, basically slapping the speed of light in the face and laughing at it, and socked his enemy in the stomach. Michael gasped and grasped at his abdomen, when Alastor's knee went up and caught his enemy in the face, sending him reeling right back down the pitfall. "Dammit!" his shout echoed.

Alastor was also quick enough to grasp Adrian's blade with his hand before it could connect with his neck. Twisting the blade and twisting the librarians arm in the process, he threw a fist, in the intention to snap the warrior's arm…

Adrian twitched just enough to allow his arm further movement and threw a punch at his face. This one did connect, luckily, and let him release Adrian from his grip. With his sword in hand, he took another swing at the Stu, and did connect this time. It bounced off, however, much to the annoyance of him.

"Please, a sword hurt me?" Alastor asked, cracking his neck. "Gonna need to resort to hand to hand combat for this battle, book boy." He said, circling him slowly.

"Fine, how about footprint? Secret Librarian Art… BOOT TO THE HEAD!" And launched himself at his opponent…

Alastor moved out of the way at the last second…

And Adrian hit the climbing Michael, who had just gotten back up from the hole. Michael screamed another obscenity on the way down.

"Sorry Michael!" Adrian apologized down to his friend as his body hit with another thud.

"I hate you all!"

"Adrian, watch out!" Tash screamed from behind.

Adrian turned around just in time for Alastor to hit him… specifically, with a tree.

Adrian, crashing through several trees, hit the last one with a thud, and felt it snap in half, gawking at the smirking Alastor. "Did… did you just hit me with a TREE?"

"I'm past subtlety my friend," Alastor said, throwing the tree off to the side, hitting Michael, knocking him down the hole again ("DAMMIT!"), and began to walk down the path to his next victim…

"Hey, soulless, dark and evil!"

He looked to the side just in time to see Claire, growling and baring her teeth, deliver a kick to the face of Alastor, causing the Stu to reel backwards and grip his now cut mouth.

"That's what you get for all the hell you did for my baby!" She shouted, her right eye twitching. "And for even thinking I'll be a "pretty little" ANYTHING with you!"

"Go baby!" Michael shouted from the hole, which he began to climb once again, without the aid of the Darkness, who had gotten tired of being used like that.

Claire, who had also cut Tash and Miri free, smirked as she crossed her arms, her arm blades materializing over them. "Now then," She said. "I believe you were about to get slammed around for a little bit?"

"Then by all means!" Alastor held his hands up in an invitation. "Slam away, but be warned, I may like it."

Shuddering, Claire ran forward and began to slice at Adrian's exposed body, cutting away his clothing in an attempt to get at his skin. He blocked one particular blow to his face, and jumped into the air, kicking at her. She grunted and went flying back, hitting a tree, coughing as the air was knocked from her. She jumped back into the fray, her arm blades swinging and flashing.

Miri, wanting to see if she could jump in with a sneak attack, shot out from behind one of the trees, her staff in hand and aimed her blow for the back of Alastor's head.

Sadly, like all good Stu's, he sensed it coming and not only turned around to block it, he twisted it out of her grip, hit her in the stomach, knocked Claire away, fended off a blow from an attacking duo of Adrian and Tash, and flicked it over his shoulder, hitting Michael in the forehead and sending him back down the pitfall.

"Come on!" Alastor grinned. "Even four of the Society members BEST can't even take me on?"

"I'm still here!" Michael grunted from the hole.

"You're in a hole, you don't count." He pointed out.

"Awww…"

"So, I was thinking." Alastor said, tilting his head to the side and put his hands behind him. "I may wanna level the playing field a little bit…and what better way than this?" He pulled out a swirling, chaotic looking pill, the size of a ping pong ball.

"What is that?" Tash asked.

"Oh, it's kinda like your little gadget, a Crossover, but much, much more powerful. Yours can only fuse two fandoms together… mine can do as many I want, no limitations in the least."

All four pairs of eyes opened wide.

"So… I was thinking… how about we make it fun, and let ALL the fandom's come here for a little get together?"

"Alastor, don't!" Claire shouted. "That could have catastrophic consequences!"

"I know! Should be LOADS of fun!" And threw the pill to the ground. It exploded.

And the universe exploded in and out of itself, entities that were never meant to be ballooned into existence before evaporating into whatever sickening dimension the creature came from. Colors that were never meant to be, and shall never be swarmed over the inhabitants of the battle, turning them into a horrific, mind blowing rainbow. The ground exploded, reformed, melted, solidified, and ultimate morphed back into some chaotic stepping stone pattern, before they all fit together. The color scheme went upside down, random natural disasters erupted around the landscape, from tornados, to volcanoes, to tidal waves, to somehow extreme drought. Chaos ruled for the moment, and it was giggling with excitement.

"Yes!" Alastor cackled, his voice as high pitched as a chipmunk. "The very throes of the universe are coming together at the seams, universes that were never meant to be are forced to fuse! Enemies meeting enemies, heroes meeting heroes, and it's all MY DOING!"

"Whoa!" Adrian screamed, his voice as deep and low pitched as anything ever made. "I think he's gone insane!"

"What on earth was your first clue!" Claire shouted, her voice a very thick, Russian accent to it. She blushed, and grasped her throat. "Oh god, my voice!"

"At least you don't sound like freaking Guilamon!" Miri shouted, her voice just that, exactly like that of the Abridged Version of Serenity Wheeler.

"Gniyas er'uoy tahw dnatsrednu nac uoy tsael ta!" Tash gibbered in backwards. "Elbissop neve siht si woh?"

"Almost there!" Alastor cackled in his adorable little chipmunk voice. "All the fandoms shall be ripe for the picking! All of the world shall be mine! MINE TO RULE! MINE… TO CONTROL!"

And just as everything started going even more insane… it stopped.

"Oh thank GOD," Claire gasped, her voice back to its melodious British accent.

"Thank god is right." Miri groaned, rubbing her voice slowly.

"Still trying to figure out how THAT worked." Tash whispered, grimacing.

"Um…guys?" Adrian gulped hard. "Look."

All three of the girls, in their little glee of having their voices back, looked up, and gasped.

The world had gone chaotic.

Off in the distance stood the imposing form of Hogwarts, which was only battling for views that were in the fact that the Duel Academy stood beside it, the bright colors colliding with the otherwise gothic image of Hogwarts. Pokemon off in the distance snarled and launched their respective attacks at otherwise innocent looking Digimon. The Black Pearl, which looked otherwise out of place in the midst of the land, which was parked beside what appeared to be a pink Big Ben. Ancient, Chinese dragons slide through the air in a very beautiful way, while what appeared to be Big Daddies walking through the sea through tubes that belonged to the underwater utopia of Raptune snaked through the air and the ground, while Fire Benders fended off the horrendous, insectile Blue, and losing. Characters that were never meant to meet met, characters that were never meant to fight fought, and frankly, the sight was worse than an Anime convention.

Claire, Adrian, Tash and Miri watched with shocked faces, their mouths hanging open in shock.

"Woo…hoo…" cried Michael as he walked up beside his girlfriend, panting hard, grabbing his legs, wanting to catch his breath. "Made…it…" he looked up at his girlfriend and friends. "So…what did I miss?"

He looked at the direction they were looking.

"…Oh."

…

"Okay." said Marcus as he looked around the chaotic location he had been teleported, along with the rest of his colleagues, "I don't know what happened, but we were all doing our own thing, and now we're in the middle of a massive fandom orgy."

"I say we all vote and blame Aster!" Drake shouted.

"Kyaa~… how did I do this?"

"For once, I don't think Aster did do this…" Willie mumbled under his breath.

"Once!"

"Okay everyone," Marcus called out. "we're gonna stick together as a group, and we're going to go try and find someone who knows what the hell happened."

"I'm still going for my blame on Aster."

SMACK!

"Ow! I was just kidding!"

…

The five of the Society members who KNEW what the hell was going on continued their onslaught on the Stu that began the chaotic fandom battle arena. Their attacks so far proved rather ineffective, which didn't help the fact that the battles from around them were hurting them as much as Alastor was.

"How can we fight like this?" Adrian shouted in frustration. "I mean, we have Master Chief fighting Samus Aran right to the side of us! We don't exactly have a frigging plasma shield around us!"

"Yeah, we're not THAT lucky." Claire grumbled as she crossed her blades in front of her as she blocked a blow from the Stu and spun around, attempting to slice him to ribbons. Of course, he danced out of the way and backhanded a blow from Samus, which fired at Michael. He jumped to the side….

And back down the hole.

"I give up." He whimpered from down the hole.

Claire and Miri both charged at the Stu, arm blades and staff in hand. Claire came in first with both her arms coming down, trying to chop Alastor in half while Miri came from behind with her staff. Alastor managed to duck to the side, sweeping his feet from under Claire's legs so she fell forward faster. Her blades dug into the ground, and she found herself stuck. Miri put her staff on her back and tried to help her sister out of the ground.

Alastor, grinning at his handiwork, grabbed at seemingly nothing, and forged a sword out of the air. He lifted it up, preparing to cut both girls in half…

"Librarian Secret Art…."

"Oh no."

"BOOT TO THE HEAD!"

Schhh-FWUMP!

This time, it actually made a connection with the back of Alastor head and sent him skipping across the battle field, and down the hole, ironically.

"Ha!" Michael shouted, all ready halfway up the hole at this point. "Doesn't feel good, does it?"

Alastor flew past him and back up the hole. Michael sweatdropped. "Not fair…"

Alastor landed at the mouth of the hole, and smirked. "Well, I can't take out four of the highest agents of the Society…"

A ball of energy sparked to life to his hand, and he smirked. "So I think I'll just take you all out one at a time, starting with the one in the hole here!"

"Wait, what!" Michael shouted from the hole.

"Michael!" Claire shouted.

"Don't you touch—" Miri said, reaching behind her back and finding her staff missing. "Hey, my staff! Where's my staff?"

She looked behind her in time to see what appeared to be a bipedal raccoon sneaking off with her staff.

"HEY!" she screamed. "Give it back or I MAKE you give it back."

The raccoon stiffened and turned around, intent on trying to use his charm, and found himself staring into the eyes of something that could hurt him and giggle about it. He gave her the staff back quickly, and Sly Cooper, though defeated, ran off to steal something else. He saw something really shining, an orange ball with four red stars in them…maybe the black haired guy with them wouldn't notice him.

"Right then, moving on…" Alastor said slowly. "Either you get away from me, or your little friend falls down that hole and doesn't get back up."

Claire, Adrian, Tash and Miri grit their teeth and held their ground. One wrong move and they'd lose Michael.

"Hmm…actually, now that I think about it." He said. "I do hate Michael with a passion that can kill a million suns…" he pondered. "Ah well, let's kill him anyway!"

"No!" Claire shouted.

As he was about to fire the blast, something occurred to him. Something was coming….

And it came in the form of Kyle, his Omni Weapon in the form of a sword, and Willie, his black bladed, gem studded sword came from both sides and attempted to slice him from both sides. Jumping into the air, and barely avoiding the blows, he looked up and gasped, seeing Drake in his Dragon Armor. He punched the Stu, making sure it was fully charged with his blue, lightning like energy.

Alastor flew through the air, screaming in agony as he skipped across the battle field and against a rock. Before he had a chance to recuperate, his arm sleeves were pinned to the rock by Terrie's throwing knives. He gasped and struggled to free himself.

"No! I won't be defeated like this!" He shouted. "I was in control! My plan was perfect!"

"No plan is perfect, especially for a Stu like you!" Adrian shouted, as he walked up to him. "Now surrender and come with us quietly!"

Alastor looked back in forth in horror. His eyes back and forth, his heart racing.

And suddenly, he remembered something. A sinister grin crossed his lips, and he bared his teeth. "No, I don't believe I will. Because why would I need to surrender, when I have your strength?"

"What are you—" Adrian asked, narrowing his eyes, but gasped as Alastor looked directly into his eyes. The Stu's eyes flashed with a chaotic rainbow color, and Adrian took a step back in horror. He dropped his sword, and gripped his head, screaming in agony, grasping handfuls of his hair.

"Adrian!" Tash shrieked, racing forward but Miri and Claire stopped her.

Suddenly, something odd happened to Adrian. His body fluxed and shifted, until he was a shimmering humanoid shape of energy, before morphing into a ball of the same energy. Alastor opened his mouth, and the energy flew into his mouth and down his throat.

The Society agents gawked in horror, their eyes wide as Alastor grunted and broke the binds that held him to the rock.

"Well…" he chuckled, dusting himself off. "That was fun… I feel stronger…."

A devious smirk crossed his face.

"Let's see if I can feel stronger…"

And he let out an unholy howl, one that caused the very air around him to flux and shift. Everyone in the vicinity (and the world itself, horrifyingly enough) let out their own shrieks, and held their heads. Slowly, they too turned into energy…

Michael crawled out of the hole, just in time to see the woman he loved and his two sisters turn into pure energy. "NO!" He screamed as they all turned into balls, and suddenly, thousands of thousands of the energy orbs towards Alastors open mouth, which he swallowed each one of them happily. Michael was forced to watch as Alastor absorbed everyone from every fandom he could think of, along with the Society… his family…

Upon swallowing the last person, Alastor began to pant, and gripped his head. Such power! Such might! He felt he could do anything!

And with this power, he COULD!

And suddenly, he exploded.

Michael coughed heavily as the dust rose into the air and blanketed the ones filled battle field, using his sleeve to fan the debris from his face so he wouldn't breath anything in. When the debris cleared, Michael saw what was at the same time stunningly beautiful and vomit inducing horrible.

Alastor had changed entirely, now grown to a staggering thirty feet tall. His skin seemed to be made of pure energy but at the same time as solid as a rock. His muscles were bulging, and somehow (thankfully) his clothing had retained his shape, but there were several differences. From his back sprouted five sets of wings from every known kind of wing, from bird, to insect, from devil, to angel, all flapping slowly. Slithering darkness, fire, earth, water, light, air was seemingly concentrated on circling him like a small planet. His face…dear lord, his face, it was so perfect that at the exact same time it was horrifying, and Michael felt nauseated just looking at it. His eyes were glowing and erupting with pure, concentrated energy, but at the same time Michael could see every color possible in it, and it was enough to make a lesser person faint from the sheer brilliance of it.

"Now then," Alastor spoke up finally, his voice a combination of man, woman, child, elder and anything else he could have absorbed. "I believe you and me have a score to settle… now don't we?"

…

Emily whimpered a little bit and opened her eyes. She didn't know what was going on, all she remembered was being pushed out of the way just as her big brother began to attack everyone. She curled up a little when she heard nothing but silence after the dust settled. She realized that she was in a massive shadow, but wondered what exactly could have made a shadow that big.

Looking up from behind the rock she was hiding behind, her eyes widened in horror. Whatever that giant thing was… whatever it may have been, it felt familiar…like…

"Brother?" She whispered. Her eyes scanned the battle field, finding no one around except for that weird boy who had the darkness inside of him, standing in front of her brother. She continued to cower behind the rock as Michael, who looked horrified as ever, watched the giant lift a foot up into the air…

…

Michael, finally snapping out of his stupor, leapt out of the way just as the foot thundered past him and made the biggest hole the agent had ever seen in his life. Alastor, roaring in anger, reached down to grab him. Michael quickly thought for a moment and grabbed his sword, plunging the blade into the giant Stu's hand. Luckily, it pierced him and blood spewed from it. Alastor couldn't feel the pain, but he did pull his hand back to get the sword out, lest it pester him any further.

"How dare you! How dare you take my friends? I'll kill you!" Michael promised, his Darkness spiking up behind him.

"Psh," Alastor stated calmly. "The day I lose to you is the day I lose my perfection. Trust me, for now until I decide to crush you into a fine powder, you're a little bit more than a test dummy. A test dummy that screams when I hit it."

He threw the blade at Michael's feet, and the giant began to think.

"Let's see…which of your friend's abilities will do the most traumatizing damage to your psyche…"

He snapped his fingers, which sounded like a giant boulder crashing to the ground.

Michael narrowed his eyes. He was ready. No matter what power he used, there's no way—

"Librarian Secret Art…"

….Oh holy crap no.

"BOOT TO THE HEAD!"

SSSCH-BOOM!

A kick to his head, which in Alastor's case could have killed anyone else, sent Michael through the air, several hundred miles through the air, and flew right back where he just was. The kick was that strong.

"Oooh…that was GOOD." He grinned.

Michael, on the other hand, wondered when the elephant on parade would allow him to concentrate on the giant, rumbling demon of a Stu above him. When he finally came to his senses, he looked up him, his entire world blurry and his color sense completely opposite of what it use to be. He felt his head to make sure he didn't snap his neck, or his head wasn't caved in. Thankfully, neither was the occasion.

His vision cleared as he saw Alastor's hands moving around in complicated patterns. His following his hands was a stream of water.

"Scatterbrained though Aster may be, her powers are rather interesting, and in the right hands…" He gestured, and the stream turned into a blade made entirely out of ice, as big as he was. "Can be quite…fatal."

Michael grimaced and looked around. If you have any bright ideas, I'd love to hear them…

You'd be dead without me, I hope you realize.

Yes, yes, and I'll show you my appreciation later, just HELP ME!

Sigh…

As the Sword came down, Dark tentacles flew from his back and grabbed at the blade in the middle. Stopping only inches away from Michael's face, Darkness snapped the blade in the middle and, spinning it around to face Alastor, threw the otherwise frozen tip at it the giant uber-Stu.

Alastor tilted his upper body back to avoid the entire blade itself, and threw the now useless blade off to the side. He lifted a hand into the air, a ball of energy growing steadily in his grasp. Michael looked around swiftly, knowing that if he would continue his attack, he would sure become a smear on the ground. Then, he realized he was in Alastor's shadow.

Closing his eyes and gritting his teeth, he sank into the giant's shadow, just as beam struck down near to the Earth's core. Alastor frowned heavily and looked around. "Where the hell did you go…" he rumbled.

Michael popped up into another shadow, this one coming from a large boulder. Panting heavily, he grasping his chest and peeked around to see Alastor, with his back facing Michael. "Phew…that was close."

"I'll say…"

"GAH!" he cried, looking to the side to see, indeed, Emily. He blinked slowly. "Emily?" He asked in shock. "Emily! You're okay! You didn't get absorbed! Oh thank god!" he pulled her into a tight hug. "Wait, you're okay? How did you… god, that's not important right now! We need to get you out of here!"

"No, wait! I can help!" She whispered so her elder brother wouldn't hear the two of them. "I can help you at least distract him for a little while!"

"Emily, this is no time for games!" he whispered. "I don't even know how I'm gonna beat him, he's got the power of everyone out there! The whole Society, every fandom… Emily… I don't think we can win this one…"

Emily narrowed her eyes and pulled her hand away. "I'm tired of everyone treating me like a little kid, and talking behind my back or down to me just because I use to be a Sue! Despite what you and anyone else might think, I'm a member of this Society as much as you are, so I think some respect should be given all ready!"

Michael blinked a little bit, surprised by the outburst. He had to give her the benefit of the doubt, everyone deserved a chance, even a reformed Sue…he nodded. "Right, okay, fine, what's your idea?"

"Shoot this at him," Emily handed him a rather odd weapon, a strange, golden gun with a single, purple dot on the side, swollen to the size of a baseball near the butt of the gun, and narrowed like a mosquito mouth near the head.

Michael stared at the small contraption in question, tilting his head in curiosity. "What… is it?"

"New thing I designed," Emily stated as she wiped the dust from her shirt. "It's called a BLAM."

"A… Blam?" Michael asked.

"No, a BLAM, A Big Lipped Alligator Moment. A Big Lipped Alligator Moment is a point in a movie or a television show when something total freaking NUTS happens for no reason. It got it's name from the movie, All Dogs Go to Heaven, when for no reason, near the climax of the movie, the alligator about to eat the protagonist bursts into song. It's short, random, and no one discusses it ever again." She stood up to watch the smoke clear. "in other words, it puts the offending Sue into a small, forcefield like area they aren't allowed to break or leave until the BLAM they're in is over with. And it puts them in a random one, too."

"Eh…" he nodded and slipped it into the back of his pants, making sure he didn't put too much pressure on the thing, lest it go off in his back pocket. "Right, I'll use it when I really need to…"

Emily grinned and peeked over the rock, looking at her still confused brother. "So what's the plan now?" Emily asked, excitedly.

Two pairs of black arms grabbed Emily. The two Darklings, the gunner and the sledgehammer wielder lifted her off her feet, both grinned a little bit. The lightkiller Darkling was there… for… some reason.

"What we do now is get a safe distance between us."

"What?" Emily asked in shock. "But…I want to stay and help!"

"And here's why that's a bad idea." He said slowly. "He's giant, he's after you, I'm bigger than you, and I control a small legion of demons. You guys, get her out of here, keep her quiet, and protect her by all means necessary."

"Right boss!" The Sledgehammer wielder said with a nod, grinning. "Come on!" he scampered off with his brethren, holding the struggling Emily.

And so, Michael looked up at the giant, thundering stu…

And ran.

…

Ahhh, just what I expected of your kind. Your friends are in mortal danger, and you're the final hope they have…And you RUN. Truly, you are a role model of your kind.

"Shut up," Michael grunted. "I'm putting some distance between us so I can think of what to do. That's all."

Hm, your pounding heart beat says it all human. Your forehead is sweating, and the prominent feelings in your mind is fear…face it human, you'd have a better time just allowing him to have his way with you…

"Ignoring all the horrible sounding yaoi potential you just gave everyone…" He grumbled, barely feeling the earth shudder under his feet. "Of course I'm scared! I'm all alone and you're the farthest thing from a pep talk right now."

Hmph, well then, don't come to me when he decides to use you as a pin cushion for his own amusement… The Darkness mumbled a little bit. Then, all was silent.

He scowled and panted hard. He had a good head start. He needed to think of what he can do. What can I do? He asked himself. He's huge and has every power ever imaginable… and… well… I don't think he'd be one to kill me just yet… so…

His eyes widened.

I just need to let him do whatever he wants to me! I can trick him during then! Ew, more bad thoughts.
Now, all he needed to do is wait—

BOOM!

Oh there was no way this can end well.

He grit his teeth as the massive hand belonging to his oldest enemy scooped him up, and lifted him horribly high into the air. He was then thrust into the depths of the horrible chaotic looking multicolored orbs that were Alastor's eyes.

"Found ya."

"Yeah, shame your breath has too," Michael gagged, his complexion green. "Breath mints. You need them."

Alastors eyes flared every shade of red known to man and then some, which DID make Michael gag and come notoriously close to vomiting. He regained his composure, and he grinned. His eyes turned a calming tint of blue that sent Michael over the edge this time.

"Heh… this is quite perfect really," Alastor grinned. "I get to torture you and drive you totally bananas, but I get your girlfriend and your sisters to watch! I gotta say, being around all these very very fine girls is extremely…" he shuddered and Michael assumed his eyes rolled into the back of his head. "Exciting…"

"…Holy CRAP," Michael said in shock. "You just jumped the frigging field to really strong to really frigging creepy."

"Heh…" Alastor chuckled. "You can try to act brave, but I will break you…in every sense of the word…when I get done with you, I'm gonna shatter your mind and paste it back together just so I can make it shatter again. I'm gonna fill your head with such horrifying visuals, I'm gonna make you into a twitching, whimpering little puddle of a mind. I'm gonna make you go through a million deaths and put you back together just so I can do it all over again. I'm gonna break every bone in your body, I'm going to kill you in the most graphic ways, but I'm gonna keep your brain around as long as I want it to be, so you can't die and make it so you can stop all the pain I'm going to inflict upon you…"

Michael didn't respond. He jumped a little, realizing he was being spoken to. "Hm? Oh, I'm sorry, I was looking into your planet sized mood rings and wonder how it worked…

And Alastor lost what little mind he had

With a scream of unbridled rage, he threw the agent to the ground, who skipped with a rather frightening crack of each thud of the ground. He gestured with a massive hand, and he floated into the air.

"I am the equal of a god, I can make you what I want, how I want, and…I can laugh about it."

The next four minutes were the worst of Michael's life.

His body changed structure each new second.

He was rock he was ice he was water he was dark he was light he was earth he was air he was metal he was slime he was wood he was plastic he was diamond he was cloth. His mind shattered and came back together then splintered and came back together. He saw fire and he saw darkness he saw the darkest pits of hell and he saw the golden gates of heaven he saw humans screaming as their skin melted he saw bombs erupting he saw the most horrifying demons ever to be considered cackling as they devoured people whole he saw man sized spiders he saw his friends his family burning in a pit and wondering why he didn't help them god please stop it he tried to help please don't let them die please don't let them die—

His soul was getting ripped out of his body and ripped apart by the shadows themselves the soulless eyes of the damned would stare at him forever destruction darkness a pair of red blood eyes staring at him at his soul his soul a mere plaything for the dark things of the underworld a dark hand from the shadows itself grabbing his head and crushing it within his girth the horrible whispers and shrieks and cackles of the horrible demons of the world as they watched him suffer horrible experiments the darkness grew a mind of his own and grew bored of him killing everyone the blood oh god the blood make it stop for the love of god make it stop it hurts so bad-

Oh god I'm sorry everyone I'm so sorry I thought I could help don't hurt them don't hurt them please for the love of god spare them they don't deserve anything please stop Claire Tash Miri Adrian Aster Valerie Willie Marcus Kyle oh god I'm sorry the voices the horrible shrieking damned voices of the dead whispering to me they won't stop why won't they stop oh god the voices my flesh is burning everything hurts please stop it I can't take it oh god everything hurts it hurt it hurts it HURTS SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE HELP ME—

Darkness.

…

Alastor frowned heavily and gestured. Michaels heart and brain zapped back on, and with a gasping breath, his eyes wide as he looked into the rainbow colors.

"I'm far from done with you, boy…" He grinned. "I all ready have our next sequence!"

And so he raised his hand, and flexed. From the wrist, trailing up to his shoulders. To anyone else it would have such an effect, but on Michael, it did because it was his own girlfriend's weapons she used.

"I can't believe how you forgot about us and left us behind!" Alastor screamed. Michael paled.

It was Claire's voice. So that added a whole new level of mind fuck.

Michael screamed (Or tried, it game out more of a gargled grunt as blood spewed out) as the blade sliced across his stomach and dug a deep gouge into his flesh. "You left your own friends and family behind for your own selfish gain! How can you not help us?" Another slice, another gurgle, his blood churned from his mouth. "How could I ever love a coward like yourself…?"

Another slice, across the neck. Gurgling for air, blackness began to seep into the corner of his eyes…

And he was healed, and fixed entirely. Alastor was now holding a staff that belonged to his big sister.

"You would honestly abandon us for yourself," The demon said in Tash's voice. "You sicken me you disgusting little weak BASTARD!"

Thankfully, no magic came around this time, but just the feel of the staff bashing into the side of his head was enough to make him cry out.

"You don't deserve a place in the Society! You don't deserve ANYTHING! You're a weak, little, insignificant waste of SKIN!"

Another whap. He felt his skin crack a little. He could actually feel his brain swelling. How he hadn't gotten beheaded at this point was amazing.

"The only thing you deserve is a slow and painful DEATH!"

And suddenly, Alastor was a good ways behind Michael. He felt the distinct feel of getting struck at least six times, but he couldn't…

Wait, six? Oh no.

The outline of a burning, six pointed star surrounded him.

Michael barely had time to scream before the star collapsed and erupted around Michael is an impressive super nova. Michael screamed as his flesh burned and his clothes were evaporated.

He was fixed a second later.

From behind another staff clashed into the back of his head. The sight in his right eye went out, leaving half his vision in pitch darkness. The staff was back, but changed to his sister Miri's.

"You left us." No emotion in his younger sister's voice. "We needed your help and where were you?" Another slap to the knee. His knee broke on contact, and he screamed. Was his bone sticking from his leg? "You promised you wouldn't let anything happen to us. Why are you making us suffer, Aniki? What did we ever do except love you?"

Another slap to the head. His vision went. He was blind.

He was fixed a second later.

A sword pierced his stomach with a loud, echoing shriek from the Society's Stu hunter. Adrian's Hoshikuzu was sticking from his stomach. Michael felt numb. He felt nothing.

"I trusted you." Adrian's voice said quietly. "We were brothers in arms, and I expected you to fight to the end for us. We obviously don't matter enough to you."

The sword ripped from his side, and Michael's vision went dim. Was this happening? Blood was seeping from the massive cut in his stomach. Odd. He should be split in half.

"No wonder no one likes you, you scum," Adrian's voice sneered. "You deserve every little bit of this agony."
He was fine a second later.

He rose to his feet, but didn't know why he bothered. A thick thunk was heard, like a knife hitting wood. He lurched forward a little bit. There was a knife in his back. He looked back at it with dull, lifeless eyes. Odd.

Thunk.

An arrow accompanied the blade, and Michael fell to his knees. Alastor had a bow and arrow out.

"You always were an annoying little worm," Valerie's voice sounded out, "You haven't a clue how good this feels…"

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

Arrow. Arrow. Blade. Blade. Arrow. Blade.

He was fine a second later.

Kyle's voice and Omniweapon cut into him. Willies voice and his sword wounded him. Asters voice and her magic made him cringe.

Michael lost his mind after everyone of his friends, his siblings, his FAMILY cut into him with their words. How they hated him. Disappointed in him. Wanted him dead.

And for the first time in ever, Michael felt alone.

And finally, he did the one thing he never did in his life.

He cried, sobbed, and begged for mercy, for the sweet, sweet, sweet release of death.

"Please!" he cried in agony as his body screamed in horrifying melodious agony. "Please, god, make it stop! I'll do anything! I just can't take the pain!"

Tears screamed down his all ready bloody face. He whimpered as Alastor picked him up.

"Please, god, just kill me! I can't take anymore! I don't wanna live like this!"

He hiccupped as Alastor peered closely at the writhing, broken human that caused him so much pain.

"Please… if… if you have any kind of soul or… or moral fiber… please… just… kill me…"

"…No."

And Michael screamed as Alastor crushed him in his hand.

"I'm going to do the final straw I'm sure will destroy you." He grinned darkly at him. "I'm gonna put you in my own little collection…and I'm gonna make you watch your friends scream in agony as I drain the life out of them SLOWLY…"

And Michael's body froze, and he turned into a beam of energy that Alastor swallowed.

Triumphant laughter echoed through the wastelands. Alastor tilted his head back.

He won.

The world was now his.

…

Or it would have been, had the Darkness, silent for the entire torture sequence, had enough of this remarkable amount of bullshit. As Michael was being dragged through the darkness that belonged to the inner workings of Alastor, small, white angelic beings with white, burning eyes, the Darkness howled and erupted around him. The small, Seraphim creatures shrieked as the burning darkness evaporated them into simple streaks of light. Michael landed with a thud, his body shrieking in agony, and tears pouring down his face.

"Make it stop… let them go… don't hurt them… I'm… so… sorry…"

Ugh, he's gone insane, bloody wonderful. The darkness sighed in his mind. Just keep an eye on him, this own't take but a second…

The snakes looked about the area, making sure nothing would sneak attack their master anytime soon. Suddenly, Michael gasped and looked about, sweat glistening on his forehead, looking around.

"Where…where am I?" he asked, only to be answered by his own echo.

It would seem as though your good friend Alastor decided to absorb you. Of course, we can't have that now can we?

"You… saved me?"

Don't get used to it, human, you're mine and mine alone to torture and break, I'm not going to give someone else the satisfaction of making you scream…

"Thanks… I think," He said, blinking slowly. "So… I think our best bet to where the others are would probably be in the head…"

And so he began to walk, looking around the odd looking insides of the Stu. Normally, he would have expected possibly something black, swirling, something horrible… but Alastor's insides…

"It feels like I'm walking through the Church of Notre Dame..."

Indeed, the entire area was clean cut, and for some reason there was a glowing light surrounding the two of them (The darkness did NOT approve.). Had they paid attention, Michael was sure he would hear some form of heavenly choir.

He rubbed his arms comfortingly. "This is really creepy, to be inside a person and yet inside the equivalent of a church…"

It burns, that's all I'm saying. Darkness seethed in his head.

"Well, we can't be far…we should be there soon."

THUMP.

"Why is there a door in the middle of a Stu's stomach?"

You're honestly asking after all that's happened? You're in the middle of a stu, whose insides look like the Vatican church, and the most you can ask is why there is a DOOR in front of you?

"Oh shut up, you know what I mean," he grumbled, grabbed the handle and walked in. His eyes widened. THIS place looked more along the lines of what the brain/cranium area should look like.

Except for, you know, the massive expanse of people being strung up by red, muscle like protrusions, a green energy seeping from them all and going into a large, tumor-like growth in the middle, which all the energy was going to.

And so, Michael and Darkness were staring at the literal hundreds of thousands of people that Alastor had absorbed, siphoning their energy in a slow and quite possibly painful manner.

"This is gonna take a while."

…

Alastor looked around the now barren landscape, a hand stroking at his seemingly marble smooth skin. He tilted his head in curiosity. Now then, he was kinda curious as to what to do now. Should he look for Emily and show her what happens when she betrays her big brother…

The second, should he create new life so he can just rule over it and crush it?

Yeah, that one sounds like it would be fun.

He began to do the one thing one lone sue should never be able to do: Make life. He began to sift his arms around, his eyes flashing with all the hideous colors…

When he screamed and grabbed his head. He dropped to his knees, gripping his head in pain. His eye was twitching, and another hard shot of agony went through his cranium.

"What… the… hell?" He screamed. This was one of the worst pains he had in… well, since he absorbed anyone. He tried using the powers he siphoned from Valerie to heal the horrible pain… but felt he couldn't. He couldn't access the power!

"What…?" He asked, blinking slowly. He concentrated, and using his amazing powers of… something, he could view inside of his head. Please. Just go with it.

He saw the image of Michael cutting down the people he had absorbed from his mind. His eyes flared in anger, and he roared to the heavens.

He knew what he needed to do.

Closing his eyes, he curled up in a meditative state.

He began to concentrate…

…

Valerie groaned a little bit and grasped at her head. "Oh… my head…" She whispered softly, shaking her head a little bit. "Michael…?" She looked up at the black clad Gary Stu hunter. "What… happened? Where are we?"

"Long story, we need to get you out of here." Michael said, pointing to a black portal he had created. "Here, go through there, that'll get you out of here. I'll be with you in a little bit."

"But… I want to help," she said, standing up a little bit straighter. She winced and grabbed her head.

"No," Michael said. "All that crap you lot just went through drained a lot out of you. I'd love to have you stick around and help me, I really would, but if Alastor finds out I'm in here…"

"Oh, I do, mate, I really do."

"Oh crap."

Both of them spun around to see Alastor, though he kept his appearance from the outside, he was now about the same size as Michael was. He had a look of silent rage in his eyes.

"Valerie…" Michael said slowly. "Get out of here… I'm gonna be sending a lot of people out after you… that are gonna need healing."

"But…" she began.

"I said go!" He pushed her towards the portal, as Alastor, with a chuckle, watched.

"Awww….trying to help your little friends?' he cooed in a baby voice. "That's so cute…"

"Yeah? Well guess what, I've all ready cut free more than half the people in here!" Michael said. "You should be feeling powerless at this point!"

"Actually, I've taken so much energy at this point, I have my own little secret vault of goodies should I need the extra boost."

"Yeah, of course you have!"

Michael grabbed his sword and prepared to charge down Alastor, should he need to…

Alastor, however, chuckled. "Ya know, I could whale on you a little bit, but I think a much better metaphor would be if I used your own family to whale on you… again."

And in a flash, he was surrounded by four colorless, emotionless looking copies of Claire, Tash, Miri and Adrian. Their eyes were emotionless and soulless, and completely gray.

"God dammit I hate you."

"Yeah, I know, but that's why I'm so lovable, no?"

And the four copies charged.

…

"Why's he just sitting there?"

"Looks like he's meditating…"

"That's kinda… weird."

"Wonder where Michael is?"

"Dunno. Probably got killed."

"Then why isn't he looking for us? Why is he just meditating?"

"Well he's probably just trying to go even more insane…"

"Would it be suicide if we tried to attack?"

"Dunno, why not go check yourself?"

Emily glared at the Darkling in question. She hit him in the back of the head, making him squeak and rub his head.

"It was just a suggestion…"

There was a brief silence.

"Hey, where'd the other two go?" Emily asked suddenly, looking around at that point.

"Who, my brothers?" The Darkling asked. "Yeah… ya know, that's a good question. Last I saw them, they were playing tic-tac-toe…"

"…You guys are so weird."

"Good thing we're just comic relief in this little world…"

…

Another sword slice to the gut, another arm blade slice to the face, another fire-eruption around him and another staff to the back of the head later, Michael was currently embedded in the squishy, wet wall that was Alastor's mind. "Oh, this is disgusting."

This just isn't your day, is it?

"You really have nothing better to say in this situation, do you?"

Not really.

"Cute little puppets, aren't they?" Alastor asked, walking over and wrapping an arm around the statue like Claire, who made no attempt to move or push away from him. "I gotta say, these came out really well! They follow orders well, they're as strong, or even stronger, than the counterparts, and I gotta say…" A leering eye went over to Adrian. "I even managed to catch out attractive they all are."

Despite being a robot, the Adrian clone sweatdropped and took a step away from him. It was THAT creepy.

"He's right," Michael mumbled. "I can't seem to catch a break here. Oh, if there's a miracle somewhere, anywhere, I'd love it."

"Hiya boss!"

Blinking, he looked to the side to see the Gunner Darkling, and the Sledgehammer wielding darkling.

"Eh…" his voice went down to a whisper. "What are you guys doing here? You were suppose to be guarding Emily!"

"We were!" The gunner darkling shouted. "But this idiot of a soldier over here went against his ranking officer! He actually had the gall to insult me the way he did!"

"We were playing tic-tac-toe, and I got the middle square before he wanted it."

"It's the principle of the matter!"

"Okay, okay, this is good, this is actually good." Michael said. "I need you guys to go about and cut down everyone you can get down and get them through that portal."

"Can do boss!" Both saluted, and scampered off.

"This is a bad idea, I just know it."

And so the battle continued.

Michael and flew backwards further into the wall as Claire slammed a foot into his stomach, causing him to bounce off. Landing with a dull thud, he rolled out of the way as Adrian would have jammed his blade into Michael's head. He hopped up, and grabbed his own sword and parried the blow from Adrian. With a low grunt, he threw him off and back handed the clown with the flat side of the sword. Finally, he lifted a foot and kicked him away, crying out as Miri slammed her staff into her older brothers back and brought him to his knees.

Claire and Tash both lifted their own weapons of choice and went for the head, intent on making it cave in or cutting it open. Luckily, the Darkness still wasn't pulling any bull crap, and shot out two tentacles, which wrapped around their ankles and flipped them into the air and away from him. He stood up quickly, the blow to his back still throbbing. He managed to dodge the next blow to his back from Miri by jumping ahead, but unfortunately, Adrian did manage to smack his legs from under him with the flat side of his sword. Falling to his stomach, the Darkness picked up the fight by grabbing Adrian by the throat with a tentacle, and slamming him into the approaching Tash.

He didn't let go, and continued to squeeze and slam him into the ground. Finally, bored with the little emotionless puppet, he threw him off into the distance against Alastor, who howled and threw him off.

The over the course of the time, the Darklings managed to fulfill their promise to their boss, and began to cut down the others down, thankfully with a blade that the gunner darkling carried around with him for just such an occasion. For cutting down/cutting up bodies… sure, let's go with that.

Each time the bodies were cut down and removed, Alastor would scream, and the entire room would twitch and flash like a bad electronic glitch. Finally, as the final blow between the four of them would be done, Claire vanished in a twitch. The statues, their eyes wide, white and soulless, looking at the spot their partner was just at in astonishment, and confusion.

Alastor blinked. "What?" he asked in surprise, looking over to see the Darklings letting down the unconscious brit. His eyes widened, and he went to go stop them…

When Michael leapt into the air and aimed a kick at the Stu's head. "Back off the psycho demons, mate." He grinned.

"So what? I still have more than enough fire power to get rid of you once and for all!"

Adrian vanished in a blip.

"Still more than enough!"

Tash vanished.

"….Eh…."

Finally, Miri.

"…Mercy?"

Michael grinned a little bit and cracked his knuckles a little.

"I've been waiting for this…"

…

"Is he shrinking?" Emily asked in surprise.

"Looks like it. Think he needs pills for that?" The Darkling asked innocently.

"…" Emily shot him a disgusted look.

"Oh it's a joke, relax…"

…

"Where are we?" Tash asked as she exited the portal, very, very dizzy right now. She needed to lean against the Darkling's sledgehammer to keep herself stable. "Are… we back at the library?"

"Looks like it," Miri said softly, looking around in concern. Everyone from the Society was back there, either unconscious or looking very dizzy and disorientated.

"Is everyone here?" Tash asked finally, looking around for Adrian. "Where's Adrian?"

"Right here," Adrian said, his eyelids opening up and down slowly to keep himself stable. It felt as though he had been drained of nearly all his energy. He almost felt over when Tash rushed over and clung to him.

Claire clutched her shirt, looking around. "Where's Michael?" She asked softly in worried horror.

"Aniki?" Miri shouted out into the groaning mess of society members. No answer from the member that was missing. "…Michael?"

"…Oh no." Claire whispered in worry.

…

Alastor screamed as Michael swung his sword into his stomach and cut into him deeply, making the stu throw him back with a small blast of energy, enough to make Michael fall over himself in a fashion similar to a backwards somersault. He held his hand over the cut, and healed it with a quick spell. With a grin, now fixed, he approached Michael, a ball of energy forming in his hand and a triumphant grin on his face, he prepared to fire it at him…

Darkness again jumped in again. He pushed his tentacles on the ground, forcing the currently limp form of his master into the air and avoiding the blast all together, instead burning a massive portion of the ground.

Alastor screamed again and gripped at his head, which Michael noticed as he lifted himself up to watch in confusion. He then realized where he was, and stabbed his sword into the fleshy ground, and he screamed louder, his eyes widening to the little mood ring like horror. He grabbed his head tightly in agony, as if he were having the worst headache. He fell to his knees, screaming bloody murder.

Michael panted a little and grabbed his sword, and started plunging it further and further into the soft mush of his opponents brain. More screams, and this time he struck blood. Finally, figuring he had done enough damage to make him think he could take care of him, he walked over to his opponent, his sword held high into the air, intent on cutting his head off.

Suddenly, Alastor's fist struck forward and caught him in the stomach. Michael gasped and gasped out in pain, kneeling down to grab his stomach. Alastor rose up and approached the staggering Michael.

"You can't win, human!" Alastor shouted as he grabbed Michael's face with his hand and lifted him a good foot off the ground. "I'm better than you in every sense! I'm faster, stronger, and just all around better than you! You can't hope to be me!"

"Get… off… me!" Michael shouted, his voice muffled by the glowing fist that belonged to the uber-Stu. Just barely grasping his sword, he managed one good swipe of his blade at his face.

Alastor screamed as the blade cut into his skin, and he took a step back, grasping onto his face in pain. No blood fell, no more screams after that one scream, and slowly his hand fell from his face.

Much to Michael's horror, the skin had begun to peel off his face. Rather than seeing a row of muscles and blood seeping from the blow, but… more skin.

The skin fell with a dull plop on the ground, and Michael's eyes widened.

Under Alastor's face…

Was Michael's face.

As he was dropped from the strong grip of his look-a-like, Michael scampered away in shock. His eyes were wide from behind his glasses, and he couldn't take his eyes off the perfect resemblance of him, the only differences were he wore no glasses, his skin was a little smoother and his hair was a little bit longer.

"Was hoping to keep this a secret a little bit longer," Alastor said with Michael's mouth, noticing the look of confusion on his opponents face. "But I suppose some things can't be held that much of a secret, even if they last more than a thirty page story, hm?"

"But… what?" Michael asked, very confused. "What the HELL is going on? How are you… ya know, me?"

"Oh, mate," The copy said with a small grin, "You think I'd go after you of all people in the society without any form of rhyme or reason? Oh mate, you've got a lot to learn…" He cackled and clapped his hands together, approaching his victim. "Perhaps you remember your story-your first story? When you had ME?"

"…I think so…"

Alastor smirked. "Wow. You really DID forget didn't you? Not surprising, based on how much has passed since that time, I'm not surprised you don't remember me. Ah yes, back when you were young and naïve, and not having a care in world, let alone how perfect you made your title character. And so, in the story, I was born. And I was what you hoped you would come out.

"And so the years passed, and my fic started getting little to no attention. You began to neglect my story in favor of other stories. I began to whittle away to almost nothingness. And then the ultimate clincher!

"You REPLACED me!

"You had the GALL to replace me! I was perfect and you replaced with someone flawed! Someone who had faults! Someone who wasn't me! And while some people got the comfort of the Vault of Abandoned Ideas, you had me abandoned in the pits of your story and I nearly starved and died!

"And then… I saw a white light… an escape!"

He grinned.

"And so I did… and I got my strength back… but I knew I couldn't come right at you… oh no… see, I found this handsome beast and took care of him… used my magic to make my face into his… there was never an Alastor… just me… and so…"

He grabbed a blade made of energy and smirked.

"I'm gonna make your life… the hell I went through…"

…

"Guys, we have some bad news," Marcus said from the computer as he typed something in. "When we got absorbed by Alastor, a good little portion of our energy got sucked out too, as did everyone else's whom he absorbed."

"So he's got some extra energy," Miri said slowly, "Aniki can still beat him…"

"Not exactly," Marcus said calmly, "He's absorbed enough energy to make a chaotic kind of bomb. All the conflicting energies and all the yin yang energy is nothing more than a massive, nuclear weapon." He said. "If Michael somehow disrupts this, Alastor, and the fandoms themselves, can, and will be destroyed."

Dead silence.

…

But of course, Michael obviously knew this, didn't he? Sword clashed with energy sword, nearly breaking Michael's sword into two with the sheer force of it. Alastor was still a far deal stronger than from all the backed up energy he took from everyone else, but by no means was Michael a push over. His brain began to wrack, thinking of what he could possibly do to weaken him, somehow, ANYWAY!

His eyes scanned over the area as he pushed Alastor away from him, holding his Blade up to keep Alastor from piercing him like a rotten tomato.

His eyes found the pulsating emerald green tumor like protrusion, and he thought if he got rid of THAT…

With a hard, grunting shove, he forced him away from him with a good shove, pushing him away with his tentacles for extra measures. Slinging his sword forward, he rushed towards the growth.

Alastor's brown eyes opened wide, and he lifted a hand up in horror. "NO!"

And so, with a cry, Michael plunged the sword into the growth.

There was a dead, dead, dead silence as the dull, throbbing sensation began to dwindle…

And suddenly the entire room the two of them were in was shaking and rumbling. The image that Michael had been fighting vanished after he grabbed his head and gave a shaky, flinching sounding scream. He evaporated a moment later.

Now, it was common sense that a room that happened to be shaking and rumbling was a bad place to be. So, conjuring another portal (And draining even MORE of his energy), he leapt through.

…

Tumbling out of the portal with a dull thud, Michael groaned and sat on his knees, holding his head, having accidently hit it on a rock, feeling a bump rising slowly. He turned his attention to his opponent, who was holding his head and grumbling and moaning in pain. He was taking steps back in pain, still giant and thundering but with a much but his powerful aura had diminished quite a bit.

And suddenly, the groaning and moaning stopped. And Alastor grinned. It was especially creepy for Michael, since Alastor took the form of his true form, that of Michael's face. And so essentially, he saw himself give that extremely devious grin that showed he knew something Michael didn't know.

"And so it begins," Alastor said, his voice completely devoid of any emotion. "And so it begins. Because of what you did," he laughed softly. "The energies in me just needed that one little spark. That one bit to finally set it off…"

"What are you…ow…talking about?" Michael asked, holding the throbbing bump on his forehead.

"Think of me as a million sticks of dynamite and you as the fuse. All those energies were nice and contained. But then you came in and messed all that up." He stood up and held his hands out. "I'm now the literal definition of a living nuclear bomb. In a few minutes, I'll go up with a blast big enough to not only take out the little world I made for myself, but you, and my punk little sister." He grinned. "Now won't that be fun. I'll die, but the revenge I'm looking for is finally within range…"

Michael looked up in shock. He realized he was serious, the conflicting energies he could feel inside of his head, but now on the outside, now actually churning felt like something along the lines of pure electricity around the two.

"I need to find Emily. I need to get her out of here," he said.

That's not going to work all that well Darkness told him in his head. There's no way we're going to be able to not only find Emily, lord knows where SHE may be, but make up enough energy to create a portal. Not only that, but you cannot risk him destroying the fandom's themselves, which, despite the fact it's a wonderful idea, would have a very negative effect on the universe.

"Then… what should I do?" Michael asked. "We wouldn't have a chance, and we can't risk him blowing up!"

You just need to take him out. I suppose.

"How?" he asked. "He's too big, and one wrong blast will set him off prematurely!"

Hmmm… perhaps… you can do what I'm thinking of?

"How?" Michael hissed. "I don't even have enough energy to make a portal to get out of here! There's no way I'll get enough energy to get before he blows!"

Then think of something dammit! I can't anymore! Find a way to distract him or something!

"Distract…?" he blinked and reached behind him. Feeling what he hoped to find, he grinned and pulled it out. He pulled out the BLAM, and let out a breath of release.

Michael lifted up the gun and pulled the trigger. A thin beam of purple light shot off with a rather unimpressive ZZIP! noise, and hit Alastor dead in the forehead. A resounding explosion not only blew Michael and Emily away, but managed to make the giant, uber-Stu stagger.

Michael coughed as he too was blown away, looking around and finding himself thankful that Alastor hadn't gone off at that rather violent eruption. He felt his body for a little bit, making sure there was nothing missing from his anatomy. He looked down at his hand, and saw his body, essentially, had become a white outline.
And suddenly Emily's voice filled his head.

"In other words, it puts the offending Sue into a small, force field like area they aren't allowed to break or leave until the BLAM they're in is over with. And it puts them in a random one, too."

"White outlines and completely black colo… oh no." he grinned. "Okay, good, good, this should keep him busy for now…I need to make every second count…"

Alastor frowned and waved the smoke from his body. "You little bastards! I'm not done with you, Michael, I'm gonna completely destroy—"

The sound of trumpets filled the area as he looked at his new dark surroundings. He had no build, he was a white outline. As if his color design had been horribly switched. Bells, gongs, cowbells, and other loud, obnoxious instruments came from seemingly no where. And then, he was surrounded by windows and stairs.

Look out. Look out.

"….What the hell?"

Pink Elephants on parade, here they come, hippity hoppity!
 
They're here! They're there! Pink Elephants everywhere!

And slowly, like a horrifying marching band, pink, ghastly looking light elephants began to slink through the windows and up and down the stairs for no rhyme or reason.

Alastor took a step back in surprise, wondering WHY he hadn't gone off. He attempted to force himself off but… it felt as though he couldn't. Which was odd…well, regardless, he was sure this wasn't going to last long, and all he had to do was wait…

Concentrate boy, concentrate, the Darkness beckoned, you're never going to get another chance like this…

"Yeah, I know," Michael said with a strained voice, "Your little pep talk isn't helping much… ya know…"

Humph. Last time I try to help…

"Yeah, that might be the best idea…"

The horrifying multicolored elephant made of menacingly grinning elephant heads grinned as he approached the massive Stu, grinning a horrible, horrible, menacing grin.

"I gotta say… this is horrifyingly traumatizing." Alastor said, blinking as the scene unfolded before his eyes.

Michael stood there concentrating; sweat beading on his forehead, his breathing slow. Alastor watched the scene unfold with a bored expression after a while. He was sure to make sure these elephants die horribly when he made sure he did go up. Finally, the force field and the scene went down.

"And now…" He grinned, looking down at Michael, "We're gonna… eh… what are you doing?"

Michael didn't answer, his breathing slow and steady.

"I said… what…" Alastor narrowed his eyes, and blinked when he felt a slight tug from behind him…

Alastor turned, and was faced by a massive black hole.

His eyes widened in horror as he felt himself slowly being pulled into the giant death hole, and he turned his attention to Michael, his eyes flaring with anger.

"You bastard!" He screamed and tried to reach for him. He didn't get far, however, as a rather strong pull of the giant cosmic entity summoned by the forces of darkness pulled him down to his stomach. That didn't stop him from being pulled into the hole, Michael at his finger tips and could never reach him, almost as ironic as fate had hit him with. "You don't deserve this! You don't deserve any of this!" he shouted. His life flashed in his rainbow eyes. "I'll get you!"

His feet were slowly being sucked out. Even if he didn't want to set himself off, it'd require his concentration, and he needed that to avoid being pulled into the black hole.

"It's not fair!" He screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks. "It's not fair! I won't be denied… my… revenge!"

He attempted one last good lunge… and missed, ultimately. He was being sucked further and further into the black hole. The oxygen being forced from his lungs, his skin quite possibly being ripped from his body.

"No! NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Alastor slowly vanished into the black hole, his screams of agony vanishing from the ears as the black hole closed behind him.

Alastor was gone.

Michael, finally feeling the horrible feeling of the giant Stu vanish, fell to his knees and panted hard, grabbing his chest. "Phew… gotta say… that… wasn't… that bad."

Ugh. The Darkness groaned. Understatement of the century.

…

"That's weird," Marcus said after a moment, "The energy just…." He checked the readings again, "vanished."

"Vanished?" Willie asked. "As in… it went off?"

"No," Tyler said, peeking over Marcus' Shoulder, "There's still a few readings of life on the whole of the fandom…"

"So… someone beat him?"

"Looks like it."

Miri, Tash and Claire grinned at each other, knowing who could have done that.

…

"Okay… so… you're fine?" Michael asked Emily after he found her, behind a rock, YARDS FROM ALASTOR. He managed to hit the Lightkiller Darkling over the head and yelled at him, reminding him he needed to get her FAR AWAY, not within spitting distance!

"Well what?" The Darkness whimpered innocently, "I got lazy after a while…"

Michael's eye twitched as he lifted his fist up to punch him again, but he took a shuddering breath. "Well… whatever… I… don't care." He sighed. "As long as Emily's safe…"

He looked over at Emily who was staring at where her older… brother was. She looked… lost.

"Hey…you okay?" Michael asked, walking over to Emily, kneeling beside her.

"Yeah…I guess," she whispered. "It's just… weird… all my siblings are…" she sighed, "They're gone…"

Michael didn't know how to react to that. He scowled a little bit and looked out into the distance with her. "I'm… sorry." He said.

"Hm…" She looked down at the ground. "They knew what they were getting themselves into and just… didn't see the right way of things," she said.

Silence fell, and Michael sighed a little bit. He ruffled her hair a little bit.

"Come on kid… let's go home."

Emily nodded. "Home… home sounds good."

…

The second the two of them got back to the library, they were automatically assaulted and attacked by the rest of the family. Michael was attacked and clung onto by Claire, whispering how worried she was, Miri and Tash behind him and joining in on the group hug. Hati picked up Emily, expressing her own worry for the younger ex-Sue.

Michael gasped that he needed air, as reluctantly the three girls released him. Adrian walked over to him and socked him hard in the arm, making his arm twitch and hold his limb. "Ow…" he said plainly. "The HELL was that for?"

"YOU need to stop risking your life and getting the spot light," Adrian said with a frown, before his mouth turned into a grin, "That's my job after all."

Michael glared at him. "I hate you sometimes."

"Yeah, I know," he shrugged. "But hey, don't get me wrong mate, you did good, we're proud of you." He clapped him on the shoulder with a grin.

Tash and Miri went to Emily, wanting to make sure she was all right as well. Michael looked around as the others congratulated him and made sure Emily was okay, much to her own chargin.

Michael was finally left alone, and he grabbed Claire's arm, pulling her away from the group and into the corner. She blinked and looked up at her boyfriend in confusion. "What's up baby?"

"Look, baby, it's come to my attention that I'm not always going to be there to protect you, despite the fact you can take care of yourself," he said very softly. "And while we're here, I don't know how much longer, I don't know if the next day I could die, or the day after that, or you could die… and… well… life's too short to just wait and hope."

"What are you talking about?" Claire asked.

"Look, today showed me that at any given moment, anything could happen. I could be killed, you could be killed, and well… since it's indifferent… I was hoping to save this for another time but…" He looked down the ground. "I'm too worried about losing you to wait and put this off any longer..."

He reached behind him, and the darkness focused in that own little area, forming into a black, swirling misty box. He kneeled down, held the box up and opened it.

"Claire Louise Upward…will you marry me?"

Claire gasped and held her hand up to her mouth, her eyes wide, before she nodded. "I… Yes, of course Michael."

Michael grinned and stood up, pulling his girlfriend into a deep, deep, kiss…

Miri popped up beside them with a grin on her face. "Oh aniiii…" She grinned. "I heard something I'm sure everyone would like to hear… hey! Everyone!" She called. "Guess what I heard!" She rushed to the group.

"No, Miri, wait!" Michael shouted as he reached for her.

Ahhh, the life and times of the Society… never old…

Insert Hackneyed-Sounding Pokemon Here

How does one describe the title of "Pokemon Master?" How does one describe a title that seems, in a sense, unachievable? How is one labeled a Pokemon Master for that matter? How many wins they have under their belt? How many Pokemon they've seen? How many Pokemon they've caught? How many Legendary figures they've seen with their own eyes? How much information lays in one Pokedex? How many Tournament trophies one has in their possession?

Regardless of this, there is but one trainer, and the term Pokemon Master seems to fit the young man to a T. How this was possible for someone of this… new variety was beyond the people, but regardless, they didn't seem to mind.

His name was Alastor, and he was the true definition of Pokemon Master. He was kind, modest, kept his cool, had more than six Pokemon at a time (WHY this didn't baffle anyone is beyond me, but I'm pulling away from the story far too much! Off to the glorifying the Stu! Whoosh!), and he was a pure fighter for the rights of Pokemon and Trainer alike.

He was first seen as he saw a cruel and heartless trainer kicking a weak looking Zangoose, calling him weak and worthless, not even good enough to live and the like. Alastor fought and defeated the man with one Pokemon: Imagine all's surprise when that Pokemon was revealed to be Mew! He was promptly defeated in a matter of minutes.

He was quickly regarded as the Pokemon Master when he revealed his entire team of 33 Pokemon, consisting nothing of Legendary and Rare Pokemon. He explained that upon meeting him, they wished to go with him and train to become the strongest Pokemon they could be. In the end, they all became his closest friends, from biggest to smallest, to kindest to most psychotic.

He quickly defeated every Gym and Frontier brain they could throw at him, became the champion of every Pokemon League championship and the like, and gained the respect of every person who was in his general vicinity. He defeated and took down Team Rocket, Team Aqua, Team Magma, and Team Galactic, and as he challenged all of their bosses they all offered him the same thing.

The spot of being the right hand man and essential Heir to that company, effectively with the point he could take over and rule the world at LEAST four different regions.

He would always lecture them with this lecture.

"The Pokemon are my friends, they're not some war tool you can use or some weapon you can use! They're living, breathing creatures, and only deserve our love and friendship, because that's where true strength and power lies, with the love and trust between a Trainer and a Pokemon! They're my family, and I won't betray them for someone like YOU!"

Which was always followed by an overly explosive blast of shiny light, which was followed by Alastor leaving in a rather cool looking fashion which ALWAYS seemed to work for him.

He was the Pokemon Master, and he had helped saved the world.

He decided that he was gonna need some rest after this…

But heh, with the Society out, we can't have THAT now can we?

…

Alastor sighed softly as he lay down underneath a tree, a small, green, hedgehog like creature lay lazily on his chest. This creature was known as Shaymin, which was making sure the air around him was clean for him to inhale. He sighed happily and pet him behind the ears, making the creature shudder and nuzzle against him.

"Ahem," said a very familiar voice that Alastor knew all too well. "I believe you and me have some unfinished business buddy…"

Alastor's eyes flew open and he looked to the side. And sure enough, standing there was the cloak wearing, mask wearing Gary Stu Hunter, Michael. His sword was slung on the side of his person, but his mask wasn't on him for some odd reason.

Alastor smirked and recalled Shaymin back to his Pokeball. "Well, well, well, long time no see, Mikey boy." He smirked as he stood up and crossed his arms. "Last I heard you were a little tied up."

"You know, you're not funny." Michael frowned. "And this time I'm taking you in!"

"In what, kid?" Alastor smirked, "A fist fight? We all ready know I can trick you AND take you out in a fist fight! So what are you gonna do?"

Michael smirked and picked his sword up… throwing it into the ground! "I'm gonna put you where your mouth is…" he pulled out a small, ping pong sized Pokeball. "And see how good of a trainer you really are!"

Alastor roared with laughter. "A Pokemon battle? Are you for real? I have the strongest, deadliest Pokemon in existence! I can throw a random Pokeball and cream you with whatever I can bring out!"

Michael frowned. "You talk big." He expanded the ball in his hand. "How about you show me how tough you are? Pokeball, go!"

He threw the ball into the air with an over hand throw, and it burst open in mid air releasing the energy in the ball out and made a new shape.

The creature that had been released from the ball was a very interesting one, a monkey in basic shape, but his head was currently on fire, like a small torch or a bonfire. On its chest were two swirling gauntlets, no doubt to protect it from battle. It bared its teeth and beat its chest, hooting out, "Ape, Ape, Infernape!"

Michael grinned, eyes laying on his favorite Pokemon and partner. "You ready for another battle, buddy?"
"Ape, Ape!" he hooted, giving him a thumbs up.

"Psh, nothing I can't handle." Alastor smirked and pulled out a Master Ball, and not just a Master Ball either, for it was coated in a fine layer of gold, and seemed very regal. "Pokeball, go!"

He chucked the ball in a very lazy manner, and it burst open. What appeared was almost… frightening looking. Its basic coloring was green and red, its head almost in the shape of a cross, with green plastic looking cover its face with two beady eyes on either side. Its chest had a large hole in it, revealing a cracked, purple gem in it, with relatively small waist, and disk like shapes around its thighs. Its legs were small and pointed, while its arms were long, seemingly segmented and ending in five, thick fingers. It didn't say its name, while its sound sounded like a loud blipping noise, but Michael could BARELY make out "Deoxys."

Michael gulped. "Crap, Deoxys." He said to himself as Infernape braced himself for battle, hooting and growling under his breath, while Deoxys stared the flaming monkey down, very calmly, calculating. "Not the best match up…"

Alastor smirked. "Deoxys, how about we start things off with a Hyper Beam?"

Hyper Beam on the first move? Michael exclaimed in horror in his head. This guy isn't messing around!
Deoxys stared as in front of its face a bright, yellow orb began to grow…

"Infernape, we gotta stop him before he makes that attack! Try to get in a Mach Punch!" Michael shouted in horror.

"Infernape!" his companion nodded, hooting as he raced forward. "Apeapeapeapeapeapeape-InfernAPE!" he threw a punch at the Psychics face…

A second too late, as the attack exploded from Deoxys, hitting Infernape at Point Blank range and blowing him away. Michael gasped in horror as Infernape flew from the attack and skid in front of him. He hooted weakly and gritted his teeth, sitting up weakly.

"Infernape!" Michael shouted in worried.

"Heh, heh, heh," Alastor smirked as Deoxys stared at the two of them. "I think I'm feeling merciful…Deoxys, how about you take down Infernape, snap its neck or something."

It blipped out a response, and began to float forward…

"Hold it right there, Stu!" shouted a very familiar British accented voice, somewhere from above. "Keep away from the monkey and maybe I won't have to take you apart!"

Indeed, from above landed the blonde haired British agent, Tash. She glared at Alastor as a MUCH larger creature landed behind her. Its skin was dark and crème colored, and from its back were large burning flames. It too glared at Alastor, snarling out a loud, "Typhlosion…"

Deoxys stopped his approach, tilting his head. Almost in curiosity.

"You okay mate?" Tash asked Michael worriedly, turning back. "I saw the whole thing…how's Infernape?"
Michael was at this point putting quite a bit of Potion on his partner, nodding. "He should be fine…thanks Tash."

"Hey, no need." She waved it off. "We're all here to help."

"Wait, we?"

Tash grinned. "You know I couldn't keep these two away."

And true to her word, two more figures dropped to either side of her, Claire, currently holding a blue turtle with a bright orange shell in her arms, and Miri, holding a brown and white fox like creature in hers. A Squirtle and an Eevee, respectively.

"Baby, are you okay?" Claire asked, running over and kneeling beside her boyfriend, putting a hand on his shoulder, looking worried.

"Yeah, I'm fine, babe," he said with a nod. "Thanks…"

Alastor's eye was twitching at this point. "What on earth do you people think you're doing? You can't interrupt a battle!"

"Oh yes we can!" Tash shouted, "Especially when you're going to be breaking laws in the very anime you're stuing up, like killing another Pokemon! That's against the law, AND it's sick!"

"Totally disgusting!" Miri said with a stiff nod of her head, while Eevee nodded quickly.

Alastor grit his teeth and pointed a finger forward, exclaiming, "You still can't all be here! It's four against one, it's not fair!"

Claire and Tash both gasped dramatically. "Did you all hear that?" Tash asked, amazed, "A Stu is complaining about it not being fare!"

"Shock and awe, shock and awe!" Claire said, shaking her head quickly, her eyes wide.

Alastor snapped. "Oh, screw it! Deoxys!" His Pokemon blipped in response, letting him know he was listening, "Use Psycho Boost on them all, wipe them all!"

Deoxys nodded and began to become encompassed by a purple barrier. Its eyes were glowing with the same light, and it lifted up a stubby fingered hand. It clenched a fist, and several beams of light began to shoot out at them all.

All of them gasped and braced themselves.

"K-Kadabra, T-Teleport!"

"YOU TOO KIRLIA!"

In front of the group of either, appeared two silhouettes of creatures they couldn't define at the moment. All that mattered was they were glowing blue, and they vanished from the spot.

Alastor gawked as he saw the area they were just in get blown apart, but not his intended targets. His grasped his flawless hair and clutched it tightly. "What now?"

"YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO TRY A LOT HARDER TO GET OUR FRIENDS OUT OF THE WAY!" Exclaimed Emotion Marcus, a red clothing wearing Marcus, with a goatee and wearing sunglasses.

"T-Though av-voiding a f-fight would b-be very ap-apreciated too…" Whimpered Thought Marcus, a blue, much cleaner cut Marcus.

Michael grinned a bit. "All right! Now we're cooking with petrochemicals! You're going down Alastor!"
"Not bloody likely!" He screamed, gripping a fist tightly, his eyes twitching hard. "Deoxys! ZAP CANNON THEM ALL!"

Deoxys began to glow in the air, charging up an impressive sized Zap Cannon between his hands, charging it very slowly…

"Mudkip, Mud Sport!"

"Ninetails, follow THAT up with a Flamethrower!"

A small blue frog like creature below him opened its mouth and spewed out a small stream of mud out. The mud flung itself onto Deoxys face, blinding him for a moment as it attempted to brush away the mud, losing its Zap Cannon attack in the process. It however, didn't get much of a chance to do anything else as a Ninetails, a Shiny one at that, one with white fur but rather than orange tips on the end of its tails, they were ice blue, released a blast of fire that struck the Psychic, sending it out of the sky.

All of the others turned to the side, and Tash grinned at the new arrivals.

"Hati!" she exclaimed.

"And Adrian." Michael blinked as Adrian and Hati walked over and picked up Mudkip, while Adrian pet his Ninetails on the head, making it growl affectionately. "What are you guys doing here?"

"What, we can't get in the fray everyone once in a while?" Hati asked, sounding hurt as she pet Mudkip on the head softly.

"We were bored," Adrian translated with a shrug, "No work in the longest times… besides, Ninetails needed to stretch her legs." Ninetails nodded and crooned in agreement.

"Hear that, Alastor?" Claire asked with a smirk. "If you wanna deal with us, you gotta deal with ALL of us!"
Alastor, much to their surprise, wasn't shifting uncomfortably in his place, but rather… he was laughing! "Too good, too good!" He grinned. "I'll have finished off eight Society Members in one fell swoop!"

"A-actually, me a-and m-my other h-half c-count as o-one p-person…" Thought Marcus explained, nodding.

"IT'S TRUE." Emotion Marcus agreed with a nod of his own.

"Whatever!" Alastor screamed. "I'm still finishing you all off, and here are the guys that are gonna do it!" he pulled out seven other Pokeballs and threw them high into the air. All of them burst into the air simultaneously.

The first Pokemon to reveal itself was one of the more well known Pokemon, a giant, multicolored rainbow bird, with a long yellow beak, a plume of yellow feathers on its head, and golden tail feathers. It let out a shriek. "HO-OH!"

The next was a titan, a monster standing over twelve feet tall, it's basic coloring was white and golden, with green that looked like moss growing on it. A golden center piece stretched down, with four holes on top of it, and gems of the silver, blue and red variety on either side of that. It clutched massive fists together. "Gigas. Regi-Regi-Regi-Gigas. It said robotically.

A massive whale creature appeared after that. How it was floating out of the water, and how it was floating at ALL was simply a miracle. Each fin and its body was outlined with red lines, that seemed to glow. Its eyes glowed, and it let out a loud crooning sound, like a whale mating. Kyogre was free.

The next two Pokemon appeared beside each other at the same time. They both looked very similar to the other, the only differences being the size and general color. The smaller one was red and white colored, with soft down over its body and wing like protrusions on either side of its body. Just under its long neck sat two arms that stretched out and thickened into fingers. The only difference in the other was it was blue and somewhat bigger.

"Latias!"

"Latios."

Beside the others materialized a frightening creature, with a large, horse like shape and six massive legs. Its skin was mainly grey, and as its neck rose up slowly, turned black and red, segmented apart by large, golden collars. Behind it was large, red tipped wings, as its red eyes stared out. "Gira-TINA!"

The creature that appeared next was very similar to that of a Chinese dragon of lore, rock hard scales around its long, serpentine body, accented with yellow lines that were etched into the sides of its body, and fins outlined with bright red lines. Rayquaza roared out, making the ground shake.

"Whoa." Adrian said, staring up at the massive and small forms. "Things just got a whole lot more fun."
Tash grinned and cracked her knuckles. "Yay! Skull busting!"

"Take your poison people! First come, first serve!"

Alastor laughed as he pointed forward. "You're all doomed! ATTACK!"

And so they did.

…

"Squirtle!" Claire ordered, leaping into action as Squirtle did the same, staring down the imposing lord of the ocean, Kyogre. "Just cause he's big doesn't mean he's tough! Try a Rapid Spin at it!"

"Squirt, Squirtle, Squirt!" Squirtle said with a nod of his head, saluting as he drew himself into his shell and propelling himself into the air, spinning at rapid speeds.

For the good it did, they might as well threw a Pebble at the giant, as it didn't even flinch. Bellowing, the creature opened it's mouth and released a massive torrent of water, a Hydro Pump, at the small, still airborne turtle.

"Squirtle!" Claire exclaimed in horror. "Iron Defense! Quick!"

Squirtles shell began to glow as it got a new sheen and was plowed into the ground by the high current of water. Claire winced as the attack continued to plow the poor thing into the ground, making a deep crater, a pool full of water. The attack let up, and Squirtle didn't come up. Kyogre frowned and floated forward…

Claire, on the other hand, had a rather devious smirk on her face. "Squirtle! Use Dig and Aqua Jet, now!"
"Squirt-LE!" Screamed the Squirtle as he exploded from under the moist earth, the propulsion of the dig attack adding up to it, and what was even better, now covered in water from the underwater tunnel he made and the water following him, added onto the base of the attack. Kyogre roared as the jet propelled Dig attack was blasted into his stomach, and roared in agony.

"Good job, boy!" Claire cheered. Squirtle grinned and did a thumbs up. "But let's not get cocky, try and hit him with a Bubblebeam!"

"Squirtle!" he exclaimed. "Squirtle!" he shouted as he began to spit out glowing bubbles from his mouth. Being under the belly of a massive, floating whale, it was near impossible to miss it's mark. Flashes of light and eruptions over the blue whales hide, making it bellow in agony.

Squirtle gulped and raced out just as he fell to the ground with a thundering boom. It groaned softly, and the blue turtle grinned cockily, turning around and walking over to Claire, confidently.

"Look out!" Claire then shouted. Squirtle spun around as Kyogre shot an Ice Beam at him…

…

"Typhlosion, try and hit him with a Flame Wheel!" Tash exclaimed, pointing a whole hand at the massive Phoenician Pokemon.

Typhlosion bellowed loudly, the flames on his back spiking up as he rushed at the rainbow bird, flying into the air and curling up into a tight ball. Orange flames surrounded its body as it slammed into the rainbow bird, making it shriek and bat it away with a flap of his wings.

Typhlosion landed on his feet and skid back a few feet, but growled loudly and opened his mouth, releasing a long torrent of shimmering golden stars, a Swift attack.

Ho-Oh didn't move, but his eyes began to glow, and round rocks began to rise up from the ground in the shape of an AncientPower attack. The rocks flung themselves to meet the stars, destroying the other until a single rock made it through and clocked Typhlosion in the head.

The Pokemon grunted loudly and shook his head, his eyes flaring in rage.

Tash frowned at this. "Okay, he's not gonna let up! We gotta pull out the big guns, Typhlosion, give him an Eruption attack!"

Typhlosion grinned at this and scampered forward. Ho-Oh stared on in confusion, tilting its head to the side as the over sized hedgehog landed right underneath the great Phoenix. "Ty…Phlo…SION!" the creature screamed as his fires began to shoot out, almost with the force of a small volcano. Typhlosion roared again as a massive explosion erupted from his back, and Ho-Oh screamed as both were blocked from view, the smoke filling the entire area.

"Typhlosion!" Tash screamed, "Are you okay?"

A black ball rolled out of the smoke and unrolled to revealing the hedgehog-like creature. He shook his head and smirked…

And suddenly a massive burst of rainbow colors erupted from the smoke, Ho-Oh rose up and with anger and rage in its eyes completely enveloped Typhlosion in a bright blast of Sacred Fire…

…

Miri and her Eevee, affectionately called Eve, were having a bit more luck with the giant titan, Regigigas. Eve was small and very fast, while Regigigas was very large and very slow. It was strong still, and that made Eve have to stay on her feet constantly.

That of course didn't stop Regigigas from launching attacks in all directions, in failed attempts albeit.
 
"Come on Eve, you have to keep moving, those attacks look strong!" Miri screamed at Eve, who just barely danced away from a rather severe looking Zap Cannon. "Try hitting it with a Quick Attack!"

"Ee!" Eevee cried as she leapt out of the way and dashed towards Regigigas, a streak of white energy trailing behind her before leaping into the air, colliding with the titan, but for the good it did, she might as well have smacked right into a brick wall.

"Eeeee…" Eve moaned as she landed back on her feet, stumbling from the for sure concussion she now suffered from. She shook her head, and leapt away from the punch that Regigigas had thrown at the small creature.

"That didn't work." Miri whispered softly. "Eve, try circling around it, try to confuse it! Fire Shadow Balls while you're doing so!"

"Eevee!" Eve cried as she began to run around Regigigas. All the while, she opened her mouth and began firing dark orbs at the creature. Once again, her size was a mere burden, and was doing virtually nothing to its colossal size. It didn't even seem to notice it was being attacked.

Miri thought, and thought, and thought about what she should do, but gasped. "Eve! Stop! Watch out!" she cried.

Eve looked up to see what was wrong, and saw that the Regi's hands were covered in both fire and ice, a Fire Punch and an Ice Punch in the making. She skid to a stop just as the fire hand slammed down in front of her, and as she turned around the Ice hand slammed down. They lost their power, but they scooped Eve into his hands.

"Eve!" Miri screamed in horror as Regigigas' hands began to glow, starting its signature move, Crush Grip.

"Regi-Regi-Regi-Regi-Gigas-Gigas-Gigas." It stated robotically as Eve began to scream.

…

"KIRLIA, TRY TO HIT LATIOS WITH A MAGICAL LEAF!" The Emotion Marcus shouted.

"K-Kadabra, you tr-try to hit Latias w-with a p-psybeam!" The thought Marcus shouted.

"Kirlia!" The Emotion Pokemon cried as she spun in a little circle, like a ballerina, ending with her only revealed eye beginning to glow bright white. Several leaves began to materialized around her, and shot themselves at the blue Dragonoid.

"Ka-Da-Bra!" Kadabra shouted, holding his spoon up. A multicolored beam of light shot from the face of it at the red Dragonoid.

Latios, the one who looked way too serious, narrowed his bright red eyes at the incoming leaves and opened his mouth. A massive burst of Dragon Breath shot out, striking the leaves and knocking them out of the air. Of course, the attack continued on.

"KIRLIA, TELEPORT OUT OF THE WAY!"

Kirlia gasped out loud in shock as the Dragon Breath flew right at her. She fizzled out of existence as the attack struck the ground.

Latias, however, wasn't as prepared as her brother, the attack striking her head on and making her scream in pain, the multicolored aura surrounding her. It dissipated after a while, and she was floating around the air haphazardly, her eyes spinning about her head.

"Y-Yes! S-She's confused! T-That's even b-better! S-She's even e-easier t-to take out!" Thought Marcus smiled.

However, Latias seemed to have expected that and looked at Kadabra; both of their eyes began to glow. She stopped wobbling, and Kadabra began to.

"UNLESS SHE USES PSYCHO SHIFT." The Red Marcus stated.

"S-Shoot…" He mumbled as Kadabra was stumbling around as if he were drunk. "W-Well…m-maybe it w-won't l-last long, m-maybe w-we can turn t-this around…"

At that, Latios and Latias smirked and flew into the air. Their down hit the sun at just the right angle, and they both vanished into mid air.

"I'm g-going to s-stop talking n-now…"

…

Ninetails leapt from the ground into the air as orbs of light slammed down around her, dancing almost gracefully as the overly angered Giratina roared, its attacks seemingly pointless as the shiny Ninetails avoided every meteor at him.

"That's it Ninetails, keep it up!" Adrian coached from the side, "When you get the chance, try to hit it with a Flamethrower, he won't be able to avoid it!"

"Nine!" The Pokemon agreed, nodding as she avoided one final meteor (One that got FAR too close for comfort) and landed a few meters away from Giratina. She snarled and released a large jet of fire at the Distortion World ruler.

It would prove to be far more difficult than that. Just before the attack struck, its legs vanished and its body took on a more dragon shape, the wings near its head unfurling to become six streamer like protrusions, and it flew into the air!

"What?" Adrian exclaimed as Ninetails stared on in awe, "It can fly!"

"Only with the Griseous Orb!" Alastor cackled from his own battle with Michael, "It can enter it's Origin Forme!"

"Which just adds more and more to the fun," Adrian mumbled under his breath. "Ninetails, we need to stay on our feet now more than ever! Stay under it, and use Will-O-Wisp!"

Ninetails nodded and began to dash under the currently flying dragon ghost, looking up at it. Suddenly, the tips of her tails flaring to life with blue fireballs. She spread them out, and all of the fireballs flew into the air, striking the underside of the Distortion World ruler.

Giratina, having lost some of its defense strength when it lost its altered form, roared and did a small barrel roll in the air, attempting to put the fire out, but the damage was done, a large burn mark was now etched into its skin, the burn mark smoking.

"Okay, it got burned, that's a good start." Adrian said, nodding to himself. "Now Ninetails, use…" Adrian paused. "Where did it go?"

Much to his own surprise, Giratina had vanished from play sight. Both he and Ninetails began to look around in shock, when suddenly, far too suddenly for Adrian's liking, Giratina appeared and slammed right into Ninetails from above.

"Ninetails!"

…

Hati and Mudkip weren't doing as great as they hoped, as Rayquaza, being the king of the dragons, wasn't making it easy for them. Mudkip was currently running from a very long lived Hyper Beam, digging very, very deep trenches in the ground as Mudkip screamed by. Thankfully, the attack fizzled out just before she was struck by it.

"Phew." Hati sighed. "Okay, while it's recharging, use Ice Ball!"

"Mudkip!" Mudkip cried out, nodding and opened her mouth. "Mud…KIP!" She shot a large ball of ice out of her mouth and struck the Dragon King. Naturally, being a Dragon type, this hurt Rayquaza quite a bit.
Shaking his snake like head, he opened his maw and shot a Twister from it, which began to tear apart their own battle field. The giant twister was heading right for the Mud Fish Pokemon, whose eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"Mudkip, hurry up and use dig!" Hati commanded.

Mudkip wasted no time in using her little legs to dig into the ground quickly, the twister striking right where she was and making a massive crater in the ground. She began to dig quickly.

Rayquaza looked around in curiosity, which was odd. The king of the dragons wasn't afraid of that little blue creature, but it did seem to have some powerful ice moves…being a dragon type, that was a VERY VERY bad thing.

He needed to get rid of it before another Ice Ball would be launched! Another one would leave a bit more than a mark…

Letting loose a massive, echoing roar, several meteors dropped from the very sky above, each one covered in a flaming aura. Draco Meteor had been released, and something was gonna get hurt.

"Mudkip, keep digging, get faster!" Hati commanded her eyes wide on the massive, growing closer meteors from above.

The upturned dirt that showed where Mudkip was digging sped up, and behind it, slamming into the ground with shuddering booms and thuds. One finally struck the ground at an angle that made Mudkip fly into the air.
She looked down, just as Rayquaza opened its titanic maw to swallow the mud fish Pokemon…

…

Infernape knew the battle with one of the most well known Psychics in the planet was gonna be difficult, but he had to admit, it just wasn't fair anymore! Everything he threw, it did nothing! It just kept healing and what not, it didn't even look tired!

"Infernape, quick, try hitting Deoxys with a Flame Wheel, maybe that'll do something!" Michael offered, officially running out of ideas.

Infernape leapt into the air and curled into a tight ball, one of which was engulfed with bright orange flames. It went speeding towards the DNA Pokemon.

Alastor, the one who had taken to this battle personally, threw his hand out and screamed, "Defense Forme!"
Deoxys began to transform before Michaels very eyes, its features smoothing out, its head moving down into its torso until all that was left of it was a small bump with eyes in it. Its body widened and thickened, and its arms became thicker with no fingers, just long, shield like arms.

It lifted its arms around its body and blocked the blow fully, only managing to push it back a mere inch. Infernape broke the attack and leapt into the air.

"Um…Try a Fire Blast!" Michael exclaimed after scratching his cheek in thought.
Infernape let out a howl of a battle cry, and shot a large fire ball which shaped into a Kanji symbol, heading right for the DNA Pokemon.

"Speed Forme!"

Deoxys underwent another transformation, this time its body becoming far more thinner and slicker, its arms detaching and becoming four long, thin tentacles. Its head stretches out like a biker's helmet, making it look very aerodynamic. There was a blur, and he was gone, save for the Kanji shaped burn mark in the ground, almost directly in front of Alastor.

Infernape landed on the ground and began to look around cautiously. He spun around, thinking he sensed movement, but Deoxys zoomed behind him, taking the time to clock him with one of his tentacles and knocking the monkey to the ground. It kissed the dirt hard and tried to lift itself up, only to be backhanded by the speeding Legendary, and landed on its back.

"Attack Form!"

Deoxys stopped in front of Infernape, cold unfeeling eyes staring down at the monkey as it began to change again, its hands growing fingers again and combining into a single limb, his head pointing out into an almost triangular like head.

"Psycho Boost!"

A purple aura began to encase Deoxys…

…

Claire dove out of the way as the bright blue beam of icy energy shot just over her, and looked over at what the situation was.

Squirtle had pulled itself back into its shell, shaking in fright and even more obviously from the near miss of the below 0 temperatures the beam had nearly missed him. His blue head popped out, teeth chattering.

Claire sighed in relief as she saw Squirtle was safe and sound, and jumped back up to her feet, Squirtle following suit after a while. He was still chattering his teeth, looking as the massive whale like legendary rose into the air again.

And Kyogre did NOT seem pleased. Its eyes were glowing a very ominous yellow color, and it roared with enough strength to ripple the air around it.

Squirtle sweatdropped and gulped hard, preparing itself to curl back into its shell and maybe its pain would be reduced quite a bit…

"Come on Squirtle, we can't give up right now, I can tell we're close to beating him!" She shouted. "Go over the crater with water he made, I have an idea!"

"Squirt!" Squirtle nodded, running over to the deep crater that Kyogre had made earlier with the Hydro Pump.

Kyogre kept his eye on it the whole time, watching curiously what the female and the blue turtle were planning. He saw as Squirtle leapt into the water itself, floating near the very top, and blew a raspberry at the water god.

Kyogres eyes flared angrily, wondering where on earth this creature got the utmost gall to insult it like it was doing. His entire being began to glow a bright yellow aura, and he charged at Squirtle with a Giga Impact.

"Wait for it…wait for it…" Claire was lecturing cautiously, watching how close Kyogre was getting. "Almost…there…NOW! Squirtle, get out of the way by using Hydro Pump!"

Squirtle blew a massive blast of water from its mouth, the mere force of it all blowing him out of small lake like protrusion and making Kyogre slam into the water with the force of a Giga Impact. Of course, this created a very bad head ache for the whale. It floated to the top of the body of water, its eyes spinning around in pain as it tried to remember where it was.

It did, however, hear one simple phrase that worried it quite a bit, and had he known what was going on, he would have acted. "Squirtle, use Ice Beam!"

Squirtle jumped into the air and inhaled deeply. He fired a blue, crisscrossing beam of energy that struck the water. With loud cracks, the water froze completely over, and Kyogre was now half frozen with it.

Still disorientated, he attempted to break himself free but found he couldn't.

"Okay, and finish it all off with a Rapid Spin and Hydro Pump!"

Squirtle dove towards the water god, retracting into his shell. First, he hit Kyogre against the dead center of his forehead, worsening his headache, but what was even worse about that, was when he bounced back, he spun around and released a powerful Hydro Pump, making him spin much harder in the air. Each water blast from the four holes hit Kyogre until it was finally too much, and Kyogre slumped over, having finally been knocked out.

"See? Told you it would be easy," Claire giggled. Squirtle rolled his eyes.

…

Typhlosion screamed in pain as the orange and red flames of Ho-Oh's signature attack struck him, and with enough force to push him down onto the ground. The hedgehog-like flame starter attempted to stand up from the force, but Ho-Oh was proving he wasn't going to let him get up. But Typhlosion wasn't giving up, gritting his teeth under the endurance.

"Typhlosion!" Tash exclaimed in worry, "Come on, I know you can do it! You're too strong to be pushed around by some multicolored chicken!"

Typhlosion grinned at that, knowing it wasn't like Tash to call a Phoenix, even one that was evil and possessed, a chicken. Amazingly, he managed to get onto four legs, and curled up in a tight ball. He rolled out of the assault, and landed in front of Tash, currently scorched and badly injured, but still standing.
Ho-Oh seemed out of its mind with rage. Such a puny creature dare strike him like he was mere trash! Its eyes flared a bright red, and it flew into the air, cawing to the very heavens.

Tash sweatdropped, "I think it's mad," she said, gulping. Typhlosion could only nod in agreement.
The bird stared down at the two of them and opened its beast, releasing another caw. It began to bat its wings hard, making a very large tornado appear directly in front of it. It was on a direct course for Typhlosion.

"Whirlwind, of course its Whirlwind," Tash mumbled under her breath. "Typhlosion, try to cancel it out, shoot from Swift at it!"

Typhlosion opened his mouth and began to shoot the bright yellow stars at the tornado. Striking at the base of the tornado, it managed to disrupt the air current and cut it off.

They both realized far too late that this was simply a distraction, as Ho-Oh came screaming down at him, his wings glowing as it struck Typhlosion in the gut with a powerful wing attack. The hedgehogs eyes widened into the size of platters, and was sent skidding back several feet against a nearby tree.

"Typhlosion!" Tash exclaimed, running over to him. "Typhlosion, are you okay, say something!"

"Ty…" said the Pokemon wearily, his eyes spinning around his head slowly. He struggled to get up, looking up as Ho-Oh began to glow with a bright white light.

"Sky attack," Tash whispered as Typhlosion panted heavily, struggling to come up with an attack that could get him out of this. "Typhlosion, we can't win this one. That's one of the strongest attacks. We're gonna have to…" She shielded her eyes as a bright light struck her face.

Typhlosion was currently standing up straight, panting heavily with a powerful look in his eyes. His back flames were out of control, and flying high and higher than either of them could remember. Tash grinned.
Blaze… I think we may just have a chance…

She looked up as Ho-Oh came screaming down, his whole body glowing bright white as he came in closer, and closer, and closer, rage filling his emotions so much he didn't even see the orange ball growing at his opponents mouth…

And ultimately, when it looked as though Typhlosion had met its match, did he release an explosion of fire from its mouth, screaming a loud "TY-PHLO-SION!"

The Blast Burn was strong enough to not only knock back Ho-Oh and disrupt the attack, but ultimately able to knock the bird back several feet, skidding across the ground. Even a Legendary of his stature wouldn't be able to handle a Blaze enhanced Blast Burn. He was knocked out when he hit the ground.

The blonde trainer was blinking several times at the spectacle, and she looked over at Typhlosion, who was panting and his flames still high. "You always surprise me, you realize."

Typhlosion shrugged.

…

Regigigas looked down at its currently glowing yellow hands, wondering why the screaming little fox thing had stopped screaming. Had he perhaps crushed it to death? He slowly opened his hands a bit to get a better look into it…

When a Shadow Ball shot out of the little crevice and struck Regigigas, causing a small little explosion that rocked it and caused it to let go of Eevee, who was a little battered and bruised, but otherwise still standing.
Miri sighed and tapped her own chest, "Okay heart, resume beating…"

Eevee crouched down at the monolith, who had gotten itself back into the fight, gripped its fists again, erupting into a Fire Punch and an Ice Punch. "Regi-Regi-Regi-Gigas-Gigas-Regigigas."

The only advantage we have against him is the fact he's slow! Unless Eevee were to miraculously evolve right now, I don't think we'd have much of a chance…

She sat there and began to think of a potential strategy while Eevee dodged the elemental punches the titan was sending him. She was very quick at this point, dodging them at just the right time to make deep, burning craters or icy, frozen craters in the ground.

Eve leapt into the air and landed on Regigigas chest, smiling innocently into his eye like holes on his face. She blew a raspberry, and managed to back flip away from him just as he thrusted the Fire Punch at her, missing completely and striking him in the face.

"Regi-Gigas-Regi-Gigas." It moaned out, and even if it was robotic and monotone, there could still be some pain behind it.

Luckily, Miri saw the whole ordeal, and THAT got the wheels in her head turning.

Thing that big…and that slow…and powerful…the only thing that can hurt it…

…is itself! That's it!

"Hey, big guy! What's the matter; big bad Legendary Pokemon like you can't hit my little Eve! Ha, you're pathetic; I bet you couldn't hit the broad side of a barn if it could even move an inch!"

Regigigas looked up at Miri, its colored crystals beginning to light up and down in a sequence.

"How you got to be a Legendary is beyond me, you're about as useless as a regular statue! You're nothing!"
It beeped angrily for a moment and focused on ever. All of its crystals began to glow, and suddenly, she began to glow yellow.

"Yes! Lock On! Come on, even with Lock On you'll never hit her! Even your strongest attack won't work!"
Regigigas obviously had enough of the small child's little mouth, so he lifted his hands into the air, and a small yellow orb began to grow between them. "Regi-Regi-Regi-Regi-Regi-GIGAS!" he roared, firing a massive hyper beam from its hand. And Eve knew at this point what to do.

"Eve, Quick Attack! Run around!"

Eve began to do just that, and dashed off. As expected, the yellow beam turned in an arc and followed after the small fox Pokemon.

"Come on, little bit more… little bit more…" Miri mumbled under her breath, her eyes focusing on the yellow beam of energy that was following Eve. "NOW! Eve, run right at Regigigas!"

Eve turned perfectly and zoomed in right at Regigigas, the beam right on her heels. She leapt into the air, despite the fact Regigigas had taken a step back in concern. She landed on his chest and immediately kicked off…

Just in time for the Hyper Beam to slam into its master. The sheer power was enough to do massive damage to the Monolith, and its crystals were flashing slower and dimmer. "Regi…Regi…Gi…Gas…" Regigigas landed on the ground with a dull thud, knocked out fully.

Miri smirked as Eve chirped happily. "Like I said, just as useless as a statue…"

…

"W-Where could t-they b-be?" Thought Marcus asked cautiously, looking around in worry as Kadabra continued to stumble around as if he were drunk.

"LATIOS AND LATIAS CAN USE THEIR DOWN TO BLEND INTO THE LIGHT, SO THEY CAN BE INVISIBLE WHEN THEY WANT TO BE," Emotion Marcus explained, looking around with his Thought half as Kirlia did the same.

Two Dragonbreaths shot down from the heavens down at the two Pokemon. Kirlia danced out of the way, but Kadabra was struck dead on, making him cry out and fall to the ground. His eyes were still moving around haphazardly.

"K-Kadabra, s-snap out o-of it!" Thought Marcus exclaimed. "T-Try hitting a-around with a p-psychic attack!"

"Kadabra!" Kadabra exclaimed, spinning around and charging up a psychic attack. "Ka….Da…." He was charging, and charging, and charging, when Kadabra suddenly he grabbed his head tightly in a massive head ache and fell over, twitching.

Thought Marcus blushed and face palmed himself. "Oh b-boy…"

"KIRLIA, UNTIL KADABRA SNAPS OUT OF IT, WE'RE ON OUR OWN." Emotion Marcus explained, "TRY TO FIND THEM USING YOUR EMOTION SENSING ABILITIES."

Kirlia closed her single exposed eye and stood on a single leg. She was glowing with a bright, blue aura, and she opened her eye, which was currently glowing the same blue that surrounded her body. She saw the image of a winged being

…Coming right at her.

Kirlia gasped as the invisible Latias slammed into the Pokemon with a powerful wing attack, striking her in her mid section and causing her to skid backwards. She fell back and landed on the ground, and as she was getting ready to rise again, a Mist Ball shot from the air itself and struck her, knocking her further into the ground. Kirlia gasped as she hit her head, and closed her eyes, fully knocked out.

Emotion Marcus gasped. "KIRLIA!" he exclaimed.

Thought Marcus gulped hard and braced himself. "K-Kadabra, it's a-all up to u-us now!" He exclaimed to his still drowsy Pokemon. "T-Try a-another Psychic!"

Kadabra shook his head, and seemed to snap out of his confusion, and his eyes began to glow. He lifted his spoon into the air, and began to glow. "Ka…da….BRA!" A massive beam of Psychic shot out…

And Struck nothing. Kadabra blanched, how had he missed? He sensed something was there! These things were fast…

"K-Kadabra, T-Teleport, q-quick!" His owner exclaimed hurriedly.

Kadabra vanished from his place immediately, just as a large Luster Purge attack destroyed the ground he was in. Kadabra appeared some ways away and fired a Psybeam at the location he assumed came from.
This time it struck something, something bird like and something landed on the ground off to the side. Kadabra prepared to launch another attack, and he began to glow another aura…

When the other bird like creature shot out from no where and struck Kadabra in the back of the head. He didn't stand a chance and was flung head over tails and landed on his stomach. He groaned as he was knocked out again, and Thought Marcus' mouth dropped.

Latios and Latias appeared in the air again, Latias spinning around happily while Latios just watched.

"…M-Maybe it's f-for the b-best." Thought Marcus said after a moment.

"HOW SO?" Emotion Marcus asked, pulling out Kirlias Pokeball and recalling her.

"M-Maybe some p-people aren't m-meant to defeat l-legendary Pokemon, m-maybe w-we weren't s-supposed to w-win…" he explained, recalling Kadabra himself. "B-Besides, if w-we beat l-legendary P-Pokemon, w-we're n-no b-better than the S-Sue's and S-Stu's…"

"…MAKES AS MUCH SENSE AS ANYTHING ELSE THAT'S BEEN HAPPENING."

"T-Too t-true…"

…

The dust and the debris were still lingering in the air as Giratina slammed down on the unexpected Ninetails, and Adrian was waving the dust from his face in a failed attempt to see if she was okay. "Ninetails? Ninetails!"

Giratina shot back into the air with so much force that the dust was blown away, and gave Adrian a clear view of the landing sight. He narrowed his eyes to try and get a better look, but much to his shock and somewhat horror, Ninetails wasn't in the area.

"Ninetails!"

"Nine!" Chirped a high pitched voice beside Adrian. The Librarian blinked and looked down, seeing the white fox like Pokemon, with clumps of dirt in her fur, her head sticking out of the ground. He grinned, kneeled down and began to scratch behind her ears.

"Teaching you Dig was a VERY good idea." He said with an affirmative nod of his head. "You okay girl?"
Ninetails gave a small nod of her head, and dug the rest of her way out.

"Good, because I have an idea as to get him down to our level." He told her, kneeling down beside her, and whispered the plan to her.

Giratina flew down and around in circles until he saw Ninetails currently leaning over as if she was getting ready to pounce on something. "Keep your eyes on him Ninetails…and move when I say now."

Ninetails nodded and braced herself. Giratina glared down at her, and prepared itself to swoop in and knock it out for good. It spun around in the air one more time, and flew down at her, picking up speed along the way.

Adrian watched this, narrowing his eyes and moving his white hair away from his eyes. "Closer…closer….NOW! Dodge and cling onto him!"

Ninetails barrel rolled out of the way and as Giratina swooped in past her, she jumped and sank her teeth into the flesh, now airborne with Giratina.

"Get yourself situated, and use Thief!"

Giratina looked around at him in wonder. It was Impossible, Ninetails couldn't use Thief! It was impossible!
Adrian merely shrugged in a response to the Distortion World ruler. "Plot Holes rule, don't they big guy?"

Giratina roared loudly as he felt the attack connect, and ultimately, felt his form began to change. His wings stretched until they could not hold up his massive form, and began to plummet to the ground. Ninetails leapt off of his back and began to plummet. Giratina saw that it was clutching the Griseous orb in its mouth, and was about to attack when—

CRASH!

Giratina slammed into the ground with a thundering, earth shattering crash, on its side, no less, and left a rather impressive crater. Ninetails landed rather daintily, still holding the orb in her mouth. She spat it out to the side, watching it clatter and sat down again, barking at Adrian.

Her master was having his arms crossed, as if inspecting the whole scene itself. He was smirking a bit. "Heh." He said with a chuckle. "It was kinda cool… but we're not just there yet."

Giratina's head suddenly erupted from the black smoke, towards Ninetails, mouth wide open as if ready to devour her. Ninetails smirked somehow, and did a small back flip to avoid the open mouth. She landed on top of his head and leapt off again, turning around in mid air to face her opponent. Opening her mouth, she released a torrent of Fire based attacks, ranging from Fire Blasts to Flamethrowers and the like. They all struck Giratina's face.

Ninetails was then enveloped in a flame veil, of the Flare Blitz attack, and she shot down onto him as if she were a rocket. "Ninetails!" She crowed as she collided with Giratina's forehead. His head tipped back from the sheer force and roared one final time. Giratina then fell to the ground, his eyes closed.

Ninetails landed once more after doing another back flip, and smirked back at her rather stunned trainer.
"…I stand corrected."

…

Mudkip was still plummeting to the Dragon Kings wide open mouth, and Hati was a bit on the panicking side.

"No! Mudkip!" She exclaimed in a worry. She began to wrack her brain, watching as her small, blue companion began to plummet seemingly faster and faster to the giant green dragons open maw. "Wait! Mudkip, turn yourself around and fire a Hydro Pump right now his gullet!"

"Mud!" Mudkip exclaimed with a nod of her orange and blue head, and took a deep breath. A large pressurized spout of water shot from her mouth into Rayquaza's mouth, which he obviously wasn't expecting. The Dragon god bent his head down and gagged up all the water that was forced down his throat, and felt the small, rubbery Mudkip bounce off his head harmlessly.

Hati sighed in relief as Mudkip bounced in front of her, a bit roughed up but otherwise okay. "Mud!" Mudkip squeaked up to Hati with a smile.

"Phew… you okay buddy?" She asked, kneeling down to him. She gave a nod. "Good, now let's go finish him off, hm? Hit him with another ice ball!"

Mudkip spun around and opened her mouth, releasing a large ball of concentrated ice out of her mouth, striking the still struggling to breath Dragon King in the bottom of the chin, throwing his head back in pain and roar again.

Rayquaza looked down at the two of them, eyes flaring with rage and roared with such force the air rippled. He began to glow, and another Draco Meteor fell from the sky. Mudkip gulped.

"Hmm…" Hati looked up as the Meteors began to fly down at the two, and down at the ground peppered with holes. And slowly she began to think. "Mudkip, use Dig and connect all the holes with a single tunnel!"
"Mud?" Mudkip asked in confusion.

"Just do it!"

Mudkip shrugged and did as she was told, digging into the ground and began to dig through hole after hole, making a large, flute like obstruction in the ground.

"Now get out of the ground, quick, and Ice Ball him again while you're dodging the Meteors!"
Mudkip leapt out of the ground and leapt onto a nearby meteor, leaping from one to another to keep her in the air, and fired another, much larger Ice Ball at Rayquaza. It was far too close for him to avoid it, and he roared as it erupted against his weak against ice skin, and roared again. It shot its head forward and opened its mouth, preparing to eat Mudkip.

Mudkip leapt from the meteor just in time, so all the Dragon God was a mouth full of a hot rock. Rayquaza blinked at this and spat it out, gritting his teeth at Mudkip and Hati. These two were making fools out of him! How dare they? He'd make them pay!

Rayquaza made a beeline for Mudkip, mouth open in what perhaps was a Dragon Rage attack or a Hyper Beam, and Hati would never figure it out because she shouted "Mudkip, hop into one of the holes and use Blizzard!"

Mudkip jumped into a nearby hole and inhaled deeply. She released a powerful gust of wind, accompanied with snowflakes and hail, and something happened.

The tunnel itself took the blow, and for every hole that was etched in the ground, the Blizzard attack would shoot straight into the air. It couldn't have been proved better, as Rayquaza was over the stretch completely, and every geyser of ice cold air struck him. His pupils dilated in pain, and he roared. A nice layer of frost began to grow on his scales, and in a large flash of light, he was frozen in a block of ice.

Mudkip leapt out of the ground as the Rayquz-icicle landed on the ground with a large, booming thud. Hati smirked at that. "That's what people get for doubting us."

"Mud!"

…

"Infernape, try and get up and use Close Combat on him!" Michael exclaimed as the Psycho Boost was nearing completion.

Infernape struggled to rise up, and looked over at Deoxys. The flaming monkey smirked a little bit and bounced over to him with the help of his tail. And all chaos broke from there, but before he made contact, Alastor screamed, "Defense Form!"

Deoxys turned into his slick, stumpy form just as Infernape began to kick and punch and bite and do everything he could do against the mutant Pokemon. Unfortunately, not only was Deoxys Psychic, but his Defense had increased more than half in this form, so Infernape Fighting Moves did little to no damage.

Deoxys morphed into his Attack Form and whipped Infernape in the face with his tentacle arm. While he was still in mid air, the DNA Pokemon's eyes began to glow, and Infernape stopped in mid fall. He flung the monkey into a tree using Psychic attack. The tree cracked and fell over with a thundering crash. Infernape rose up, rubbing his head slowly in pain.

"Infernape, look out!"

Infernape looked up in time to see Deoxys, now in his Speed form, shooting at him at near break neck speeds.

Infernape knew that it would be this attack that would knock him out, and looked around quickly. He would be on him in a second…

Michael snapped his fingers. "Infernape, use Strength on the tree and swing it!"

Infernape reached back and grabbed the recently fallen tree behind him. His muscles bulged, and he lifted it with his right arm and swung it…

Just in time to hit Deoxys, who went flying as if he were a baseball into the sky. Infernape grinned and threw the tree at Alastor, nearly taking his head off and laughing about it. Michael grinned.

"You can put it on the booooard…Yes!" he cheered, throwing a hand up. "He is OUT of here!"

"You think you're so damn funny…" Alastor seethed as Deoxys floated back in front of him, his body now rather scuffed up. "We'll show you what's funny, Deoxys, Attack Forme and Zap Cannon!"

Deoxys spiked up into his Attack Form, and charged up a ball of electricity in front of its face. He gestured, and it flew forward, right for Infernape.

"Dodge, and use another Flame Wheel!" Michael commanded.

Infernape leapt into the air, avoiding the ball of lightning and curled up into a tight ball of fire, which then shot at the DNA Mutant. Deoxys smoothed out and shortened up, and crossed his arms in an X-Shape and blocked the attack and was once more pushed back. He backhanded Infernape away from him quickly.

"Attack Form again, and finish him off with Hyper Beam!" Alastor commanded, turning his grin into a sinister smirk. Combined with the attack increase of his attack forme, this should be enough to wipe him out…

While Deoxys morphed into the spiky Attack Form, another beam of energy began to appear in his face and Michael laughed. "Your Deoxys and his constant attack changes are going to be your downfall! You realize how many times you changed his stats when you made him change forms!"

"Eh… a lot?" Alastor asked, attempting to count on his fingers the amount of times he switched formes.
"Well it's enough to end it with this, Infernape, use Punishment!"

Infernape leapt forward at Deoxys, his fist glowing with dark energy as he swung his fist at Deoxys. The mere dark energy was enough to make the pure Psychic twitch, disrupting the Hyper Beam and slam the fist into his face Combined with the fact Deoxys' form and stats changed so much, it knocked Deoxys out the first connection with flesh and rubbery plastic met.

Alastor gawked as Deoxys morphed back into his Normal Form and landed in front of him. He looked at the rest of the battle field, everyone else (Except Latios and Latias) were knocked out, on the ground. "What… but… how?" He exclaimed.

"Please, like it's such a shock?" Tash asked as she and Typhlosion walked over. "We actually caught and trained our Pokemon. You just came in and captured them and what not."

"You may not THINK there's a difference," Adrian said as he walked over, Ninetails trailing behind him, "But there really is. And I don't want to be the corny one who says this but they trust us." He said, taking to rubbing Ninetails head slowly.

"Whereas YOU just came in and got them through your Stu means, which is artificial love, which may as well be no love at all!" Claire said, holding Squirtle as she and Miri, holding Eve, walking up. Soon, all the Society members were back, facing Alastor.

"Now, you can give up quietly, or we can make your death seem like an accident." Michael said slowly and playfully, pulling out his sword.

Alastor should have looked angry, should have looked pissed, should have looked a lot of things rather than happy, and he pulled out one final Pokeball, a Master Ball. "Please… those guys were pansies compared to THIS guy!" he threw the ball into the air…

And it burst open to reveal a humanoid creature with some catlike features, with gray skin and a purple underside. A long, purple tail extended from behind him, and on his hands were three ball like appendages. His head sported two ear like appendages, and a tube extended from the back of his head into the spine.

"M-Mewtwo…" Thought Marcus mumbled. "Of c-course it's M-Mewtwo…"

"And the Pokemon are too weak to battle it…" Michael said, noticing how much Infernape was panting and heaving for breath. Everyone else was the same way.

"Well, when in doubt, do it yourself," Adrian said as he cracked his knuckles and ran forward, about to initiate his Boot to the Head signature move.

But he merely got four feet from where he was standing before Mewtwo waved his three balled hand and flung him out of the way out of sheer, psychic force. The backlash of this was enough to knock back the rest of the group into a pile, grunting as one landed on the other in a very comedic fashion.

"Ow…" Was the general groan that the group mumbled as they slowly peeled themselves away, and stood back up.

"Okay…" Adrian said as he stood up again, shaking the dirt from his white hair and scowled. "Physical attacks aren't gonna work…"

"Why not just use this Copyright?" Michael asked, holding up said black sticker. "I can pin it on Mewtwo if I can get in close enough…"

"Okay, one, next time you have something like that, please tell me before I go on a suicidal charge at the strongest Pokemon in the world." Adrian said with an angry twitch of his eye, and sighed, "And two, I think we can do that…"

Michael darted off to the side while the others jumped into position. It was all relatively simple, as Adrian and Tash took the most of distraction and had the Pokemon's attention on him at near all times. If Mewtwo or Adrian would see him, they would truly all be in trouble.

Michael was currently sneaking up behind the two of them, holding the Copyright in his hand, his breathing steady as Mewtwo blew a Psychic blast at a sword wielding Adrian and then turned to a currently running Tash.

Little bit closer… come on… come on you stupid thing… just a little bit more… just a little bit closer… little bit…

However, much to his surprise, Mewtwo spun around and froze Michael in place, holding him into the air.
Yeah, that totally figures.

"Heh," Alastor smirked to Mewtwo, whose eyes were glowing a bright blue as he walked up beside him. "Throw him in the air. I wanna see him splatter…"

Mewtwo merely motioned upward with his paw, and the Gary Stu gutter was flung into the air as if he weighed a mere fifty pounds, and at his peak, he began to plummet to the very earth. The wind was rushing by his ears with such velocity he heard the others barely cry out his name in worry, and he laughed.

If this be my time, let it be a painless—

SCHWOOP

He blinked as the plummet ceased, and he landed with a grunt on the back of a massive winged green dragon like creature, with a long neck and diamond like wings on either side, like a large insect. It chirped out a loud, "Fly!" as it spun around in mid air.

"Heh, bit of a warning when you go into the Pokemon fandom." Valerie, who was currently flying at the head of the Flygon, giggled, looking back at him, "Don't try to come in unless you have a Flying Pokemon to support your weight when you get flung into the air."

"Heh, I'll remember that," Michael said with a grin and looked over the edge of the dragon. "I need to get to Mewtwo, think you can make that happen? I need to slap this Copyright on him."

"I think that can be arranged," Valerie nodded. "Hang on!" And she angled Flygon down, dive bombing toward the feline cat like creature.

Mewtwo saw this and frowned, throwing Shadow Ball after Shadow Ball after the approaching winged dragon, and missing as Flygon drew closer and closer…

"Wish me luck!" Michael shouted and jumped off, right at Mewtwo. Mewtwo charged a Shadow Ball…

Just as Michael slapped the Copyright on the Psychic Mutants head. Mewtwo's eyes flashed and his pupils dilated, dropping the Shadow ball, clutching his head in pain as the Copyright did its job.

"Yes!" Tash exclaimed, pumping an arm.

"Bullseye." Adrian said with a crossing of his arms and smirked.

Mewtwo slowly dropped his arms, and looked around in confusion. "Where… where am I?" He said telepathically to everyone in the general vicinity.

"Stop standing there you freak!" Alastor shouted, red in the face as he pointed at Michael. "Waste him! Make him a freaking smear on the ground!"

"And who are you to order me around?" Mewtwo snapped at the human, turning around and glaring at him.

"Your master, now listen to me and kill them all!" he exclaimed.

Mewtwo's eyes began to glow, and he rose into the air, his hands glowing. "No one is my master!" he roared telepathically, and threw Alastor through the air with such Psychic force, it tore up a good portion of the earth and flung the Gary Stu well over forty feet, making him skip on the ground and land on his face, arms and legs sprawled out, very much unconscious.

"…Well, that was entertaining," Michael said with a blink, Infernape nodded.

"We need to get the Pokeballs off of him, or he's just gonna use them again," Tash sighed and walked forward past Michael. "We'll release the Pokemon and destroy the balls later…"

"Give them to me," Mewtwo said, gesturing and dozens of Pokeballs floated from Alastor's prone body and floated, "You have my word I will properly dispose of these wretched things."

"Well, that's one less problem we need to worry about." Michael said, clapping his hands together. "Let's just tie up Alastor and… where did he go?"

It was true. Despite the fact he was under quite a bit of surveillance, Alastor had managed to get away, and it was a bit mind boggling.

"We'll get him next time," Tash whispered, tapping a twitching Michael on the shoulder. He lost his catch again; he was allowed to be angry.

"I understand you have quite a heavy journey ahead of you, and I wish you good luck, but first…" Mewtwo began, looking over at Michael, "I have one more request from you, human…"

Michael looked over at Mewtwo. "What can I do?"

He was picked up in the air by a glaring Mewtwo, and gulped.

"Get this sticker off my head. NOW."

"Eep."

…

Alastor grunted in pain as he fell over, falling from the Plot Hole he created at the last minute, currently in a large, endlessly black room. "Lousy, no good, goody-two-shoes bastards…" he stood up and dusted himself off. A flash of light was seen, and he was completely healed. "No matter. If everything goes according to plan… we won't have to deal with them anymore…" And he began to laugh.