The LEGENDARY Team (PLOT)

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

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

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

Lugia released.

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

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

So, was it worth it?

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

...Yes.

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

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

Silence.

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

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

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

And then there was silence.

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

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

Did not see it turn.

Did not see it hurl toward him.

Did not feel it pierce him.

Did not feel its kin run through him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You failed, Clone. Do not do so again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yes... Yes- let them all PAY!

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

This... ends.... NOW!

Right in all the wrong ways.

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

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

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

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

You failed, Clone. Do not do so again.

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

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

"What cure?"

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

(Gio is to be skipped this round, as he has teleported with Mewtwo)

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


It happened all at once. Suicune lunged, his lean form racing through the small space between him and the hateful human, fangs bared to unleash the oncoming bloodbath. But in what seemed something that was wrong, Mewtwo reacted before Suicune could rightfully tear that bastard's tongue and throat out. A powerful Psychic flung the water beast away into the now useless screen, and then the creature turned to Lugia himself. Unfortunately, the clone possessed a speed the Ocean's Guardian did not, and before the great avian knew it, Mewtwo launched a Thunderbolt; its power would have hurt in any normal circumstances, but with his son and nephew charging the atmosphere around them, all the extra electricity in the air was now being currented into Lugia himself. Shrieking in pain, the aeroblast launching before it was ready, it hit the ceiling, causing more debris to collapse upon them all.

It was all he could do to push against the rubble stacked upon him to get a clear shot of the traitor. But the Thunderbolt had done more damage than anticipated, and the great ebony bird was left heaving in pain on the ground, pathetically pinned by the scattered remains of the ceiling. All he could do was watch as the mutineer glared down at his prize, his precious Master, which he queried, I know you. You are the man who always has a backup for his backup plan. Tell me, where is the rest of the information for the cure?

The human seemed to chuckle, both his and the clone's form glowing with psychic power. Lugia saw the move, knew what it was... yet could do nothing. No Aeroblast could be summoned in his now dry, throbbing throat. But through the various voices and snarls in the room, Lugia heard Giovanni's cool reply as if it were whispered in his own ear:

"Oh, my pet..." "What cure?"

And then... they were gone.

Alarm coursed through Lugia's body, giving him enough strength to shake himself free of the debris and take two staggering steps toward the now empty space the duo once occupied. His heart stammered with shock, his eyes wide with terror, the human's haunting words echoing in his frantic mind like a broken record. No... It couldn't be. He heard him wrong. He had to have. What... what did he say? Lugia's voice trembled with a fear he'd never known before, not even when he faced his daughter under Honchkrow's wing. THE FUCK DID HE SAY?!