OFF: Yet again, a quickly writen one-shot that did not go through spell-check.
Am I the only one who always found it weird how the Legendary Pokemon, creatures supposed to be pretty much god-like, could be killed in one hit by a common Pokemon's attack in the games?
Well, that one-shot is about the subject...
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"So... I am next..." he stated sadly, back turned to his opponent.
So ironic... to fall at the hands of such an insect... and a real insect, at that...
True, he had never thought of how he would actually die... but he had hoped that it would have been different... and at the hands of a less... pathetic being.
He was the last one... the last of his kind... the last of the group... the last of those they called the "Legendary Pokemon". All of them had fell... one after another.
He still had nightmares from the days she fell... So beautiful, pure, and innocent... such a sweet, loving, caring female... she had not deserved such a fate. He had loved her with all of his heart... and in the end, a single strike was all that it took to shatter this bond they had believed would be eternal...
May he burn in Hell for what he did! A monstruous abomination unheard of in any legend! A horrific being who he despised with all of his heart...
The Legendary Slayer... so he was called. A common, stupid Heracross who had killed every Legendary Pokemon in one hit, taking advantage of type advantages...
Types... he cursed them. It was how his friend, a Charizard, had died after fighting an Azurill... you realize? A tiny, harmless Azurill... a single Water Gun... it was all it took and he fell over, dead.
Likewise, even the Legendary Pokemon fall so quickly to elements...
Lucario had been alive for millenias... and yet, all it took was a single Psychic blast... and he died.
Likewise, Moltres and Ho-oh both fell in a single hit, lifeless, after receiving a common Ice Beam...
Both fighters who had defeated those three met with the Legendary Slayer... none walked out of the fight.
The Legendary Slayer... he despised the name with every single fiber of his body and soul.
Those empty, stupid eyes that clearly shown his lack of intelligence... that oversized horn... the black, dull armored body... it was a common, dumb Heracross and yet... it was one who was wearing a coat made of Mew's fur, boots with Latias's feathers as a decoration, a hat with Lugia's feathers on it, gloves made of Latios's feathers, wearing boots made of Celebi's skin, wearing Suicune's mane as a scarf...
... and now, he would upgrade his Mew coat into a trenchcoat made of Mew and Mewtwo fur thus proving that he had killed all the Legendary Pokemon and was officially the strongest Pokemon in the entire world.
... why was he doing this? Mewtwo failed to understand this... and reading his empty, souless eyes did not help. That Pokemon was truly just a common, mindless Heracross... and the idea that all of the Legendary Pokemon, including him, had fell to such a being filled him with disgust and despair...
"Is there any point? Was there any point to those murders?" asked the last of the Legendary Pokemon, his heart aching, trying to convince himself that there was a way to avoid this...
No answer... the Heracross was probably too dumb to understand anyway. He just stood there, blinking. The Legendary Pokemon knew that there was no thought in that empty head of his... it was just a fool... and yet, a fool who had took the lives of all those he loved and hated alike...
"Your lair is weird. It's so... unnatural... but it won't stop me! One Megahorn and you'll be gone..." said the Heracross to no one in particuliar.
It had been years since any clone had walked in the halls of his mechanical castle and no machines functionned anymore. The entire place had rusted and was falling apart... yet, he no longer cared. They were gone... all gone... Mew... Celebi... Jirachi... Ho-oh... Lugia... none had escaped. He was alone... all alone...
He knew he wouldn't be able to defeat this Heracross. It was wearing a Focus Band, a mystical item that prevented death in one hit, and it had it's pockets full of speed-increasing berries. The second he would strike, the insect would be coming blazing at an incredible speed and would deliver the fatal hit...
Mewtwo thought about teleporting... but then, a crazy thought came into his mind. To avenge those that insect murdered. It won't bring them back... but he'll sleep more easily, at least.
No way a direct attack would work because of the planned counter-attack... so an indirect attack would be the only way if he wanted to have a fighting chance against that stupid thing.
Did he knew any indirect attacks?... unfortunately, he was designed for direct attacks and he had no weapons on him. He had disposed of all of his weapons after he had gave up on taking over the world, years ago.
Was there no hope?... yes, maybe. Toxic...
To concentrate one's power into a corrosive ooze that destroy the body... that Heracross would be claimed by the poison while all he had to do was to evade the Heracross until the toxins finished their work. By the time the Heracross will have eaten his berry, he'll be far and all he'll have to do is watch the insect wither away, eaten from inside by the toxins...
He concentrated his power... and gathered the energy into his hands, under the form of a sphere, like if he was charging up a Shadow Ball... but this sphere was not made of dark power but of poison.
"Shadow Ball? Not a threat. Disappointing for a Legendary target." said the Heracross to itself. This filled Mewtwo with even more rage. Not only was this Pokemon cruel enough to wear clothes made of Legendary Pokemon's fur, leather, and feathers... but he dared to insult and belittle him?
"You have murdered so many for no reason... but your murders are coming to an end! You shall be punished for your crimes!" yelled the Legendary Pokemon as he hurled the sphere at high speed. The enemy was so dumb he did not even try to evade. He took the hit and flinched... but then, quickly realized he had suffered no visible physical harm...
The Heracross grinned evilly... "So you wonder why I do it? To be the best. That's all." but then... the Legendary Slayer's grin disappeared and the insect Pokemon stepped backward, in pain.
"So... not a threat, isn't it?" said Mewtwo, preparing to teleport away. Looks like his plan was working so far...
CRASH!!!
Mewtwo rolled his eyes and his entire body went limp. He fell down, instantly dead as blood was splattered everywhere, a gaping hole in his chest located where the horn had transfixed him. With the help of type advantage, the horn had passed through his flesh like a hot knife through butter, reaching his heart and ripping it apart within half a second.
It seemed that as soon as the poison had begun to seriously take effect, the Legendary Slayer had eaten the speed-increasing berry and quickly attacked while Mewtwo was busy preparing his escape.
"Legendary Pokemon... all wimps! Heh, guess I'm getting a Mewtwo trenchcoat now..." said the Pokemon to itself, eating a poison-healing berry afterward to remove the toxins from his body...
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Professor Maple, a famous scientist, stared at a Heracross captured in a Pokeball.
Never had she expected this trainer to have captured such a horrific Pokemon...
"So... the items it was carrying were really made out of Legendary Pokemon fur, bones, and leather..." said the aide, looking down.
"I do not understand how a wild Pokemon was able to kill such powerful and graceful creatures. Such legends... terminated by a common insect. Pokemon are amazing creatures and yet, their strongest were destroyed by a common runt. I knew that type was the most important factor in battle... but this is just ridiculous." said the professor, staring at the insect, her eyes glowing with hatred.
Generations of research, all for nothing. Humanity had been fascinated by the Legendary Pokemon for centuries... trying to decipher the incredible stories of their lives, trying to figure out how their powers worked. They had incredible intelligence... almost to the point of being superior to humans... and they had seen events from the far past, knowing of the history of this world more than any other creature. Great things could have been discovered thanks to those creatures...
... but it was all over. The greatest and most ancient of all Pokemon had been killed by a stupid, common, arrogant, worthless insect.
It was over. Generations of Pokemon and humans alike had spent their entire lives studying secrets only to have a common bug squash them in days.
"What shall we do with the Heracross?" asked the aide.
"Put the Pokeball in the crematory oven." said the professor. The aide rose an eyebrow. "But... the Pokemon is still inside!"
"Exactely, this is what I want. I and many others spent our lives studying the legends... and now, this bug comes up and shatters the dreams of countless generations. May it burn in the oven. It will be a good taste of what Hell will feel like. It deserves it." she said, bitter about the issue.
How will the population react? To some humans, the Legendary Pokemon were an inspiration... to others, they were a goal, a dream to reach for... to others, they were guides, guardians which lead the weak through the unnknown myst of time... to others, they were just... friends... friends they had never met and yet, which they loved with all of their hearts. Pokemon, too, had looked up to those creatures...
Maybe this Heracross was insane. People never seeked to know. People never wanted to know.
Those vile boots, hats, and coats made of what should still be living creatures... the professor asked her aide to send it to Indigo Plateau. What was left of the Legendary Pokemon would be burried in the Graveyard of Champions, where the Pokemon of the greatest Pokemon Masters of all time were burried. It was the least that humanity could do to thank them for giving them dreams for so many centuries...
Professor Maple stood there as the Pokeball and the Heracross within slowly burnt in the oven.
In the depths of her heart... she couldn't help but feel that this should have never happened...
=THE END=
Am I the only one who always found it weird how the Legendary Pokemon, creatures supposed to be pretty much god-like, could be killed in one hit by a common Pokemon's attack in the games?
Well, that one-shot is about the subject...
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SLAYER
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ONE-SHOT
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"So... I am next..." he stated sadly, back turned to his opponent.
So ironic... to fall at the hands of such an insect... and a real insect, at that...
True, he had never thought of how he would actually die... but he had hoped that it would have been different... and at the hands of a less... pathetic being.
He was the last one... the last of his kind... the last of the group... the last of those they called the "Legendary Pokemon". All of them had fell... one after another.
He still had nightmares from the days she fell... So beautiful, pure, and innocent... such a sweet, loving, caring female... she had not deserved such a fate. He had loved her with all of his heart... and in the end, a single strike was all that it took to shatter this bond they had believed would be eternal...
May he burn in Hell for what he did! A monstruous abomination unheard of in any legend! A horrific being who he despised with all of his heart...
The Legendary Slayer... so he was called. A common, stupid Heracross who had killed every Legendary Pokemon in one hit, taking advantage of type advantages...
Types... he cursed them. It was how his friend, a Charizard, had died after fighting an Azurill... you realize? A tiny, harmless Azurill... a single Water Gun... it was all it took and he fell over, dead.
Likewise, even the Legendary Pokemon fall so quickly to elements...
Lucario had been alive for millenias... and yet, all it took was a single Psychic blast... and he died.
Likewise, Moltres and Ho-oh both fell in a single hit, lifeless, after receiving a common Ice Beam...
Both fighters who had defeated those three met with the Legendary Slayer... none walked out of the fight.
The Legendary Slayer... he despised the name with every single fiber of his body and soul.
Those empty, stupid eyes that clearly shown his lack of intelligence... that oversized horn... the black, dull armored body... it was a common, dumb Heracross and yet... it was one who was wearing a coat made of Mew's fur, boots with Latias's feathers as a decoration, a hat with Lugia's feathers on it, gloves made of Latios's feathers, wearing boots made of Celebi's skin, wearing Suicune's mane as a scarf...
... and now, he would upgrade his Mew coat into a trenchcoat made of Mew and Mewtwo fur thus proving that he had killed all the Legendary Pokemon and was officially the strongest Pokemon in the entire world.
... why was he doing this? Mewtwo failed to understand this... and reading his empty, souless eyes did not help. That Pokemon was truly just a common, mindless Heracross... and the idea that all of the Legendary Pokemon, including him, had fell to such a being filled him with disgust and despair...
"Is there any point? Was there any point to those murders?" asked the last of the Legendary Pokemon, his heart aching, trying to convince himself that there was a way to avoid this...
No answer... the Heracross was probably too dumb to understand anyway. He just stood there, blinking. The Legendary Pokemon knew that there was no thought in that empty head of his... it was just a fool... and yet, a fool who had took the lives of all those he loved and hated alike...
"Your lair is weird. It's so... unnatural... but it won't stop me! One Megahorn and you'll be gone..." said the Heracross to no one in particuliar.
It had been years since any clone had walked in the halls of his mechanical castle and no machines functionned anymore. The entire place had rusted and was falling apart... yet, he no longer cared. They were gone... all gone... Mew... Celebi... Jirachi... Ho-oh... Lugia... none had escaped. He was alone... all alone...
He knew he wouldn't be able to defeat this Heracross. It was wearing a Focus Band, a mystical item that prevented death in one hit, and it had it's pockets full of speed-increasing berries. The second he would strike, the insect would be coming blazing at an incredible speed and would deliver the fatal hit...
Mewtwo thought about teleporting... but then, a crazy thought came into his mind. To avenge those that insect murdered. It won't bring them back... but he'll sleep more easily, at least.
No way a direct attack would work because of the planned counter-attack... so an indirect attack would be the only way if he wanted to have a fighting chance against that stupid thing.
Did he knew any indirect attacks?... unfortunately, he was designed for direct attacks and he had no weapons on him. He had disposed of all of his weapons after he had gave up on taking over the world, years ago.
Was there no hope?... yes, maybe. Toxic...
To concentrate one's power into a corrosive ooze that destroy the body... that Heracross would be claimed by the poison while all he had to do was to evade the Heracross until the toxins finished their work. By the time the Heracross will have eaten his berry, he'll be far and all he'll have to do is watch the insect wither away, eaten from inside by the toxins...
He concentrated his power... and gathered the energy into his hands, under the form of a sphere, like if he was charging up a Shadow Ball... but this sphere was not made of dark power but of poison.
"Shadow Ball? Not a threat. Disappointing for a Legendary target." said the Heracross to itself. This filled Mewtwo with even more rage. Not only was this Pokemon cruel enough to wear clothes made of Legendary Pokemon's fur, leather, and feathers... but he dared to insult and belittle him?
"You have murdered so many for no reason... but your murders are coming to an end! You shall be punished for your crimes!" yelled the Legendary Pokemon as he hurled the sphere at high speed. The enemy was so dumb he did not even try to evade. He took the hit and flinched... but then, quickly realized he had suffered no visible physical harm...
The Heracross grinned evilly... "So you wonder why I do it? To be the best. That's all." but then... the Legendary Slayer's grin disappeared and the insect Pokemon stepped backward, in pain.
"So... not a threat, isn't it?" said Mewtwo, preparing to teleport away. Looks like his plan was working so far...
CRASH!!!
Mewtwo rolled his eyes and his entire body went limp. He fell down, instantly dead as blood was splattered everywhere, a gaping hole in his chest located where the horn had transfixed him. With the help of type advantage, the horn had passed through his flesh like a hot knife through butter, reaching his heart and ripping it apart within half a second.
It seemed that as soon as the poison had begun to seriously take effect, the Legendary Slayer had eaten the speed-increasing berry and quickly attacked while Mewtwo was busy preparing his escape.
"Legendary Pokemon... all wimps! Heh, guess I'm getting a Mewtwo trenchcoat now..." said the Pokemon to itself, eating a poison-healing berry afterward to remove the toxins from his body...
...
Professor Maple, a famous scientist, stared at a Heracross captured in a Pokeball.
Never had she expected this trainer to have captured such a horrific Pokemon...
"So... the items it was carrying were really made out of Legendary Pokemon fur, bones, and leather..." said the aide, looking down.
"I do not understand how a wild Pokemon was able to kill such powerful and graceful creatures. Such legends... terminated by a common insect. Pokemon are amazing creatures and yet, their strongest were destroyed by a common runt. I knew that type was the most important factor in battle... but this is just ridiculous." said the professor, staring at the insect, her eyes glowing with hatred.
Generations of research, all for nothing. Humanity had been fascinated by the Legendary Pokemon for centuries... trying to decipher the incredible stories of their lives, trying to figure out how their powers worked. They had incredible intelligence... almost to the point of being superior to humans... and they had seen events from the far past, knowing of the history of this world more than any other creature. Great things could have been discovered thanks to those creatures...
... but it was all over. The greatest and most ancient of all Pokemon had been killed by a stupid, common, arrogant, worthless insect.
It was over. Generations of Pokemon and humans alike had spent their entire lives studying secrets only to have a common bug squash them in days.
"What shall we do with the Heracross?" asked the aide.
"Put the Pokeball in the crematory oven." said the professor. The aide rose an eyebrow. "But... the Pokemon is still inside!"
"Exactely, this is what I want. I and many others spent our lives studying the legends... and now, this bug comes up and shatters the dreams of countless generations. May it burn in the oven. It will be a good taste of what Hell will feel like. It deserves it." she said, bitter about the issue.
How will the population react? To some humans, the Legendary Pokemon were an inspiration... to others, they were a goal, a dream to reach for... to others, they were guides, guardians which lead the weak through the unnknown myst of time... to others, they were just... friends... friends they had never met and yet, which they loved with all of their hearts. Pokemon, too, had looked up to those creatures...
Maybe this Heracross was insane. People never seeked to know. People never wanted to know.
Those vile boots, hats, and coats made of what should still be living creatures... the professor asked her aide to send it to Indigo Plateau. What was left of the Legendary Pokemon would be burried in the Graveyard of Champions, where the Pokemon of the greatest Pokemon Masters of all time were burried. It was the least that humanity could do to thank them for giving them dreams for so many centuries...
Professor Maple stood there as the Pokeball and the Heracross within slowly burnt in the oven.
In the depths of her heart... she couldn't help but feel that this should have never happened...
=THE END=
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