LFL, Book 3: Chapter 3.

If we didn't have laugh, we'd all go insane...
Various trainers were flung around the valley, tossed like so many tin solders, by a Machamp. Pokémon were flaming, because of a Magmar. Joe was in the center of it all.
Mankey Karate Chopped an angry cultist from behind. Slowma was use mass Confusion. Venusaur had sat upon five cultists, and was Razor Leafing everything in sight.
Joe, finally in one moment of peace, surveyed to collected trainers. There were many there. The added support of the PokéGym had arrived, adding to the Trainers Alliance by more than two thousand, making the finally count around four thousand and some odd.
There were famous trainers from all around. Rumors had flown about the legendary Stephen Huxman joining the Alliance, that was probably just that, a rumor. A duck had even been seen welding a Kangaskhan, a Clefairy, and a Spearow. Joining him was a moose. It boggled the mind.
A raging Machamp flew up behind Joe, send his train of thought the way of the Am-track. Slowma his it with a Psychic assault, sending it flying. A few pesky Pidgies were attacking Mankey, but he easily knocked them away.
Suddenly, Joe heard the steel-on-leather sound of a sword being unsheathed. He wheeled around, ready to meet his fate face forward, only to see Gary Oak there, defending him against a trio of cultists. He cut them down nonchalantly, then turned to Joe.
Been looking for ya," Gary said.
"Why?" Joe asked.
"Marian told me to leave, and find you."
"Wait, back up about Marian. You left her there to face Specter, ALONE?? Chris is gonna KILL you!" Joe replied furiously.
Gary shrugged. "It wasn't my choice. I didn't think too highly of it anyway, but she insisted." He waved the King's Knife around for effect. "I've gotten pretty good with this thing, doncha think?" While being waved around, the Knife took out another cultist. Gary didn't even notice.
Suddenly, Joe and Gary were joined by Robert, Mike and Chris, being helped along by a hulking, dark brown creature that looked remotely like Primeape.
"What the heck is that?" Joe shouted, "Did you take care of Edgar? What happened to Chris's leg? AND WHAT THE HECK IS THAT THING??"
"To answer your questions, in order," Chris swallowed air, "It's a Guerilla, Primeape's evolved form, yes, I cut it off, it's still a Guerrilla."
"Guerr." Guerrilla added.
"O.K.," Gary said, "I understand 'bout the monkey," and at this point, Guerrilla growled; Chris held him back, "and Edgar, but why'd you cut your leg off?" The Knife nicely cleaved a cultist, leaving a bloodless death-wound.
Chris sighed. "BECAUSE I FELT LIKE IT, YOU NUMBSKULL!!!!!!" He took a deep breath "I was fighting Edgar, and I was losing. He had jacked up my leg pretty bad, and I couldn't walk on it, so I cut it off and attached the intensifier to the still attached leg. With this done, I was able to soar into the air, exosting much of my power, and finish Edgar off with a double powered Atomic Kick to the head. With that accomplished, I slumped to the ground," he stopped momentarily to sock a cultist is the head, "where I found myself later being carried by Guerilla, who, along with Mike's Farfetch'd, had evolved into previously unknown forms."
He took in another breath. "That answer your question, smart guy?"
Gary blinked. "What'd Farfetch'd evolve into?"
Mike grasped a pokéball. "This." He threw it, and out came a huge, brown bird welding two plants chained together by a link of vine. "Longshot't!" It said.
Gary blinked. "Huh. Go figure."
An anonymous trainer shouted "Incoming!", and the five trainers looked up to see a grenade flying towards them.
Gary blinked, then screamed, then ran.
Robert grabbed Mike, Joe, and Chris and thrust them down to the ground. The he caught the grenade, with his bare hand, and attempted to fling it before it could explode.
He was just a fraction of a second too short. The grenade blew up, taking Robert with it. Mike and Chris were unharmed, but Joe had caught the tail end of the blast, and was pretty bad. All three blacked out.
When the team of emergency Chansey awoke Mike and Chris, they were told devastating news: Robert was dead. Joe lost an eye, both of his legs were broke, maybe paralyzed, and his arm already was. (Sound familiar?)
They were then told that Mark was battling the Minor Lord Dark, and was having a tough time. Maark and some unknown trainer were helping the Minor Lord.
Mike and Chris, even though they had almost been blown to bits, vowed to help him, and took off. They later learned that Edgar was already there, and was help fight the Minor Lord. Neither of them gave a thought to Marian....
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LFL, Book 3: Chapter 4.

That Which Is, and That Which Will Be.
* Note: Remember that the past few chapters have taken place at the same time. Keep that in mind...*

Die the wind hissed. I will be your undoing
Marian gritted her teeth. "As you have informed me before."
Then obey
"No." Marian said defiantly. "There is nothing you can do to me! You have no true form! You're just an empty cloak!" She shouted.
The wind carried an unseen grin now. Some times the wind can carry more than just air, and empty space can be the very force that chokes the life out of you." Said Specter Winter, wrapping his cloak around a muscular forearm. He looked very much like a handsome, although pale, thirteen-year old. This time the wind did not carry his evil grin; His face did.
He still carried the scythe is his hand, and now looked as if he could use it even better than before. He had limbs.
Marian started charging her power, getting ready for some kind of attack. Specter just laughed, a low, deep sound that chilled Marian to the vary bone. "Don't even try it," Specter said, "I know what you have done. Your power is almost all wasted. And you know where it has gone."
Marian clenched her fists, and gritted her teeth. "What do you know of my powers?"
"Only that you have given them to him"
"And exactly what does that mean?"
"You have transfers them to him one two occasions," Specter held up one finger. "The first, on top of The Pokémon Tower, in Lavender Town, just moments after you met him, while battling the pure ghost, Phantom. Then you only did it out of necessity. You knew that to further your purpose as the Channelers Warrior, you would need to defeat Phantom. So you infused him with a small amount of your power."
He paused, for effect, "But it turned out to be more than that. You gave him nearly a forth of your power. A forth! But did that occur to you at the time? No. So to composite for your mistake, you made him think that he had the powers inside of him all the time."
He held up another finger. "The second time, in the Cerulean Forest, his beloved Primeape had been struck down, by the Man-Scyther. He tried to heal the ape, but was failing. So you infused him, and the pokémon, with half of your power. Most of it went to him, but a small portion went to Primeape, something you didn't expect. This made him and the pokémon close, as if they were brothers, and close to you, but in a, shall we say...different way."
His grin turned even more evil. "Then it went wrong. His newfound powers no longer inside you, but in him, want to return to you. So it rebelled, and killed all three of you. Only by joining your powers, and becoming even 'closer', could escape The Realm. You were brought back to life, and saved 'the day'" Marian gasped. How could he know all this?
Specter laughed. "I know everything that has happened, and everything that will. I have seen that you will die today, and so have you. That's why you infused him with power, so that your legacy could live on, and HE could become the Channelers Warrior. You knew this to be true!"
Specter slashed at Marian with the scythe. She just was narrowly missed. There was no possible way that Specter knew of Marian's plans for Chris! She let loose with the energy bolt she had been charging. Specter blocked it with the Scythe. "Maybe four months ago that would have worked. Not now, though."
He swatted at her several times. Every time he missed. All but that last swing, when the thin, razors edge blade of the scythe caught her on the arm. A tiny trickle of blood oozed out of the wound, and then it closed up. Specter grinned. "With every hit, I take a part of you. You will not survive."
It seemed that this was the case, for now she was slowed down greatly, and Specter hit her. With each nick of the blade, there was very little blood, but much pain, and the wound closed almost immediately. She felt as if she was moving through a bog, slowly, slowly......
Her eyes closed. She collapsed.
Specter moved in to finish his prey.
Then a shot rang out.....
It hit Specter on his wrapped arm, putting a hole in his cloak.
Specter gasped.
Then figure that had gotten off the shot picked Marian up in one strong, although thin arm.
His name was William Thaddus Kidd, and he had just, as Specter himself would have put it, saved "The Day".
"That's far enough, Sonny Jim." He said. "You've hassled her too much for one day. I'm taking her now, and if you try to stop me, you'll be picked lead out of yer arse for the next to weeks. That is, if corpses can pick."
Specter grinned a Death's head grin. He unfurled his cloak, and donned it. I don't think so, William. As a Vendetta Rocket, you can surly see what I'm trying to accomplish here. Leave us be.
Now William had his turn to grin. "Sure hope that mysterious cloak of your's is heat resistant!" He nonchalantly tossed the small hand gun that he had used to shot Specter away, and whipped a flamethrower out of his massive backpack. He set Marian down on the ground, and let loose. A great wall of flame gushed forth, and hit Specter like a ton of bricks. Marian was still unconscious.
On fire, but still holding the scythe, Specter reared in pain. "Nooo!" He screeched. "I will not be undone! I have seen the future, and you cannot change that..which..will be....." He said weakly. He flung the scythe at William, then collapsed. The cloak burned away, until there was nothing left.
The flung scythe came hurtling towards William. He didn't have enough time to even duck. The scythe took him, and he didn't even stand a chance. He fell, a bloodless wound that killed him instantly.
Later, when the autopsy was preformed, the cause of death was classified as "unknown; Possible Heart Attack."
When the Nurses and Chansies came to pick up Marian, and take her to the infirmary, the scythe was still laying on the ground, next to William.
No one even wondered why, after the war, it disappeared, when no-one had taken it.
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LFL, Book 3: Chapter 5.

The Chansey of Death almost couldn't believe they were doing it. The evil egg and Gyran were heading off to battle the Dark One. They certainly didn't have a chance; They were just doing it to buy Mark and the others a little time. After Chris's incident with Edgar, it was obvious that they needed some help......
Yet what could they do against the Dark One? The Black Demon? The Evil? The Blight of Hell? The Pit Spawn? The Darkness? All were names for the same evil entity the hovered above them. The press had just named it "The Shadow". It was just as good a name as any. Better than some.
The press......

That was another problem all together. During the first war the press had avoided them like the plague. Not that was a bad thing. It kept them out of the way. This time 'round, however, was a different story. They were all over the place. One, in particular, was following Gyran and CoD around, asking them questions, and generally getting in the way.
And then there was the problem of the remaining member of The Thirty.....
Gyran had found out that, out of the original thirty, only five of the original members were left alive. Out of the New Thirty, of which Mark and his group were a part of, only ten were left, including Mark, Chris, who was missing a leg, Joe, who was almost dead, Marian, who was unconscious, Gary, and Mike. The added aid of the PokéGym and included a few members of The Thirty, including myuu2 (hey, if I can't toot my own horn, why have a horn at all??), Madelyn(;)), tia3(;)), and a few others. It was a desperate situation.
The original Thirty had been very powerful...

Jerium King grinned through his shaggy beard. He thought the battle would be no problem, and said so. "Hey," he said, "this battle's gonna be a snap. How hard can a big flying shadow be??"
Gyran, leader of the thirty, looked even older than he was. "Very. Believe me. Now, release your pokémon!"
Gyran started off by throwing out his massive, prehistoric pokémon. There was Nuke, his Blastoise, Duel, the strangely two-headed Gyrados, Nine-Spike, his huge, although clumsy, Nidoking, and Red Beast, the mammoth, ground-bound Chrizard. They were an awesome sight to behold.
Jerium grabbed a handful of miniature pokéballs, and hurled them out into the fray. A swarm of Scythers took off from where the balls had landed. Dr. Rodrick Jones looked at Jerium, and then at all the pokéballs inside the bag. "Are all of those Scythers?" he asked. Jerium nodded grimly. "Yes. I own a plantation of them near Cerulean City. They are specially bred to be twice as fast, and twice as strong as a normal Scyther."
Rodrick shrugged and chucked out three balls. "To each his own, I guess. Go Kingler, Vileploom, Ninetails!" The giant crab, weed, and fox pokémon appeared ready for battle.
The other trainers of the collected thirty threw out their pokéballs. Shrieks, screams, and howls emitted from all around as various pokémon materialized. It was shaping up to be of heck of a fight........


A battle that of course they had won, with the aid of a Mr. N. Dillion. After the battle, the scattered members of the cult had found him, battered and bruised, after The Thirty had given him up for dead. The cult had rebuilt him using all but forbidden technology. After that Neal Dillion had become the new Minor Lord Dark, and now was trying to destroy his son Mark......
Gyran shook the feeling off. Mark would, hopefully, best his father in combat, and then destroy the Dark One once and for all. As the last wisps of a long buried memory disappeared, Gyran once again grasped the four pokéballs.
"Go Nine-Spike!" Gyran shouted. The huge Nidoking that had befriended him so long ago appeared. Although incredibly clumsy, Nine-Spike was true to the end.
"Go Nuke!" The massive, near-sighted Blastoise popped into existence
"Now, Duel!" The prehistoric, two-headed Gyrados materialized, with a shriek.
With a white knuckled hand, Gyran tossed out the finally ball. It was the creature that had started all of his problems; the first pokémon he had ever seen. It's name, Red Beast, the destroyer of his tribe, the fierce, the huge, ground-bound Charizard. Red Beast. It's name summed it all up. Red Beast.
CoD grinned. "Go....me!" Then he broke out in hysterics. "Me, use Hyper Beam!" A purple, shimmering beam shot out from CoD's stubby hand, and slammed into the Dark One. Or, to be more precise, where the Dark One should have been. It choose that moment to become transparent. A face materialized on the spot where the beam had hit. "SO, CHANSEY OF DEATH YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO SIDE WITH THE BETRAYER AND HIS RAGTAG BAND OF TRAINERS. VERY WELL BUT YOU SHALL NOT SUCCEED."
CoD, out of breath and recharging, glared at the Dark One. "Spawn of you I may be, but I will never side with you. I serve only The Thirty!" He then placed his stubby arms as close together as possible, and launched a massive Hyper Beam at the Shadow. Once again, it missed.
At that moment, Red Beast shot a Fire Blast at the Dark One. As the Japanese symbol made out of fire pulsed into the Shadow, parts of it were burned. The Dark One let out a scream of pain so strange, that it had never been heard on Earth before, and far from the battle field, it was still heard. The Dark One glared at Red Beast, and then a claw made out of the same shadowy substance as the Evil. Within moments, Red Beast was gone.
Unfazed, Gyran commanded Nuke to use Water Bomb, Nuke's most powerful attack. Before she could even get off a shot, she, too, was taken by the Dark One.
Gyran, still calm and cool, shouted for Duel and Nine-Spike to use Duel Hyper and Rock Throw. As the two chosen pokémon started their attacks, they were taken.
The Dark One then turned to Gyran and CoD. The huge fanged face sneered, then growled, then roared at them. It said: "RUN". And they did, hoping that they had bought The Thirty at least a little time.
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