LFL, Book 3: Prologue. After the War

From the journal of Chris Sturdy, one of last remaining members of The Thirty......

It has only been a few days, although it seams like a lifetimes, perhaps many lifetimes. There were many losses, but also many gains. Many deaths. The battle took many turns, and I thought that at many times we would lose. The aid the PokéGym supplied was insurmountable, yet, insignificant when compared to the loses we would take. Hundreds died. Even more wounded. Countless pokémon were injured or killed.
I find some dark irony in Joe's current state, as it now matches that which he unknowingly inflicted on Mark, so long ago. So very long ago....... Mark's loss was greatest of all, a loss for which there can be no recovering, or healing. I pity him, yet, I also envy him. His will come quick, while I am doomed to live like this until the rest of my days.
No matter how much damage we inflicted on the cult, many escaped, many more would rather die than be captured, and killed them selves. Maark escaped, although his present condition is unknown. I have no doubt in my mind that we will meat again. I will destroy him then, for what he has done to use.
Specter has done un-reparable damage to Marian. She said that Specter said, back in Cerulean, that he would be her undoing, and that her's would come soon. It did, although not in any way she could have predicted. I do not know if he was destroyed, but I have my doubts. No corpse was found, and I thought I saw him, scythe in hand, standing at the top of a hill, without his cloak. I saw the cloak burned, as it burned from his body, transforming him into his ultimate form, the form that would cause so much pain to Marian.
Edgar.....where to begin? Edgar is gone, yet still here. That is the only way to explain it. What he did was an utter surprise to anyone, and everyone, the Dark One and Minor Lord Dark included. The Minor Lord maybe most of all, as he stood reveled, gasping in his dying breath, cloak and dagger shattered, I feel that Mark was not only shocked, but appalled, mortified, horrified.
I was particularly interested by the PokéGym member named myuu2. He appeared to be a anthromorpized Mewtwo, becoming even more human than a normal Mewtwo. He knows not as to how he came to be this way, only that he feels that his power is somewhat......lacking in that of a normal Mewtwo. Someone said that he reminds them of me, but I do not see the resemblence.
And so, I must close on this journal for now. I have nothing left to add. The bodies are being sweapt up, memories of happier times are being grasped for. It is the bleakest of times, but there is at least one bright spot:
We

Have

Won.

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LFL, Book 3: Chapter 1

It looked like a storm cloud, but not one of rain, one of pain, and destruction. It looked like it was going to be a bad day for weather.
It was the Dark One, ready to make the world tremble at it feet, to destroy that which opposed.
They opposed.
They were The Thirty, those among the living. There were not many of them. Most were dead. Mark Dillion, Joe and Robert Peterson, Chris Sturdy, Marian, Mike Easton, Gary Oak, plus a few others, from around the world.
Mark spoke: "Gyran, why are there no records of the first Great War?"
He replied: "Because history has a nasty habit of forgetting that which it does not like."
Mark grimaced. "So will history forget us, too?"
"Probably."
They finally reached to top of the small mountain they were climbing. They looked out, and saw a ocean of live bodies, on opposing side of the field, one half clad in black, the other in many other colors. In the air, Dragonites, Gyradoses, Fearows, Pidgeots, and others swarmed. On the ground, several other pokémon gathered, ready for combat. The Cult still had not acted, and neither had the collected trainers.
Finally, the Dark One spoke, with a voice derived from death, spun from pain.
It said: "ATTACK."
Then the world split apart. The two sides flew at each other, pokéballs flying, pokémon striking at each other. Edgar smashed through the area, breaking hopes and destroying success, a not-quite human wreaking ball, crushing all fleeting glances towards the side of hope.
Chris spoke: "I'll take Edgar. I have the power intensifiers, the only one who can use them. I'll take Edgar." he repeated. No-one tried to stop him.
Specter could be seen, although rarely, through the masses. Marian said that she would take him. Gary said that he would help. Mike felt a little strange about letting Gary go with Marian, then decided not to meddle.
The battle had been decided. Now the outcome would be defined.
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LFL, Book 3: Chapter 2.

Edgar pulled back one lip and snarled at his pinned opponent, Chris. "Die."
Chris growled. Most humans cannot growl, but Chris could. Then with one glowing green fist, he plowed straight into Edgar's gut.
Edgar flew off of him, but quickly regained his footing, and pounced at Chris. Chris spun to one side, just missing getting hit by the rampaging Edgar. Edgar wheeled around and landed a super-powered punch right to Chris' chest. Chris doubled over, bending in the pain.
Edgar's mouth pulled back in what might have been a grin, but just made him look even more like the grim harbinger of death that he was. He grasped Chris' leg, and then spun him on it. Chris could feel the leg snap. He cried out in pain, but it was all in vain. No-one could hear him.
No-one, that was, except Mike.
A raging red wearing Hitmonchan flew into Edgar with the fury of a hurricane. Edgar sent out his two pokémon, Hitmonchan and Hitmonlee. They both simultaneously ripped into Mike 'Chan. IT was barely able to hold it's own against the two cult bred warriors.
Edgar finally let go of Chris, sending the member of The Thirty hurtling into a no-so-convent rock. He looked up, and then spat. Three teeth came out, mixed with blood and spittle. "Damn." He tried to get up, and stumbled on the leg that Edgar had thrown him by. He didn't even want to know what had happened to it.
Chris clapped his hands, and called for Primeape. The massive gorilla charged down the hill, roaring threats in his own simian language. He landed a flying kick to Edgar's face, just before being knocked away. He got right back up and continued to battle.
Meanwhile, Chris was fiddling with his intensifiers. He redirected power from his arms and his left leg to his right one. He still winced when he stepped on it, and he limped a bit, but he could walk. Almost.
Edgar looked shocked. "You still walk? How can this be?"
Chris snarled. "Hope. It's what got me this far, and it's what'll carry me to the end. I hope. If not, I'll go down hoping."
"Hope cannot sustain you forever. A man lost in the desert cannot survive on hope alone."
"A man lost in the desert cannot survive on hope alone, true, but he can thrive on it."
"Where will your hope be when I have taken out your spleen and made you eat it?"
"The same place it has always been; Inside of me."
"Then I will take it out to see what it looks like!" Edgar flexed his hands, and the exoskeleton that he was encased in stretched out and surrounded the rest of his body; A full body armor. His hands were placed by sharp and deadly claws. "Now you will die."
Chris cranked up the volume on his intensifiers, far past the point on which his body should have turned on itself and exploded. "Oh God, I hope this works..." He contracted and shot a energy bolt towards Edgar. A tiny singe of green electricity shot through his body, but didn't even slow him down. Edgar launched himself at Chris. Just before Chris would have been hit by the hurtling Edgar, the bracers on his legs activated, and shot him high the air.
"Whoooohoo!" Chris yelled down to Mike, "I can fly!"
Edgar pulled himself to a grinding halt. "Maybe you can fly, but he can!" As he pointed at Mike.
Mike gulped.
Suddenly, a very familiar sound could be herd, covering the whole area in it's no-quite harmonious tunes.
It was "Convoy".
Suddenly, a huge semi blasted over a hill, and slammed right into Edgar. Just before the moment of impact, Robert leapt out of the semi. Then it exploded, with Edgar inside the burning wreckage.
"Gaaaaa!!!" Robert screamed, "I traded my truck for that!!!"
Chris patted him on the shoulder. "At least you put Edgar out of our misery."
Chris failed to notice the hulking figure approaching until it had it's arm around his neck. "Gak!"
Edgar laughed.
Robert screamed. "I hit him with a semi!!!!! He didn't even feel it!!!!!!" He grasped for the pokéballs at his hip. "Go Tangula, Nidorina, Beedrill!" The aforementioned pokémon appeared, ready for battle.
Mike threw his three remaining balls, "Go Sandshrew, Farfetch'd, Pichu!" They appeared, Pichu giving a little squeak of fear. "Pic!"
Chris' remaining balls fell to the ground. Nidorino, Krabby, Venomoth, and Cubone snapped into existence. Chris kicked at Edgar, with superpowered feet, and his pokémon swatted at Edgar's feet and face.
Chris broke free of Edgar's iron grip and began calling out commands. "Venomoth, Psychic! Nidorino, Poison Sting! Krabby, Vice Grip! Cubone, Bonemerang!" As the pokémon preformed their attacks, Chris charged up for a power blast.
They both failed to notice what was happening with Primeape and the Hitmo's.
"Tangula, Bind!" Robert called. The bush wrapped it's vines around Edgar's legs, tripping him.
Suddenly, Krabby began to glow. It grew huge, and one claw grew to massive proportions. "Kingler!" It called.
Chris cried out with joy. "Whoooo! Kingler, use Crabhammer!" The massive crab smashed Edgar with 10,000 horsepower of crushing energy. Edgar was knocked flat, but still appeared unharmed.
Chris grasped his hands together. He thought of Marian. "Power Blast, NOW!!!!!" He cried, and lurched forward.
Edgar smirked. "You know, the bad thing about calling out your attacks, is your opponent always has time to defend himself!"
Chris laughed out loud. "Yes, I know. That's why I lie. Power Punch!!! Or maybe Power Kick!!! Or maybe I will use a Power Blast!!"
With no defense to speak of, Chris slammed his fist into Edgar's gut. Hard.
Just as Chris was winding up for another punch/blast/kick, Edgar grabbed his arm, and flung him over his shoulder. He landed one his bad leg. He cried out in pain.
"Oh man," Mike said, "is his leg supposed to be bent like that?"
Chris crawled over to the rock that he had hit. He slowly sat up, and called Kingler and Nidorino over. He patted Nidorino on the head. "Nido, 'ol buddy, I going to ask you to do something strange. Do you think you can use your poison as an pain killer?"
"Nido.." the poison pin answered unsurely. It could
"Then inject some of that into my leg."
The rabbit-thing did so. Chris shuddered as the poison sped through his leg. He tied it tight at the end to stop the sped of it. The leg turned bright red, and probably would have hurt, but Chris couldn't feel it.
"Now just a little bit more, over there." He pointed to a spot on his leg. Nidorino popped the tip of it's horn into the spot.
Chris then called Kingler closer. "O.K. Kingler, now snip it off." The huge crab was thrust back in shock. "King! King, king ler!" "Just do it." Chris commanded..
They say his screaming lasted a full five minutes before he collapsed under the pain.
When he awoke, he tied the wound off with a piece of his ripped shirt. He clicked the intensifier off of his disembodied leg, and snapped it on his other.
Chris concentrated all of his energy on the doubly transferred leg, and blasted off. He hovered it the air a bit, then shot him self downwards, right at Edgar. He aimed his remaining leg at Edgar's head, and slammed it home. On the way down, he got Edgar with a few rapid fire energy blasts.
The huge man fell. It looked much the same way a tree will fall when struck by lightning, on a dark cold night. The metal exoskeleton that surrounded him sparked, and bits of it chipped off. He cried in pain, and clawed at it.
"He will punish me!!!" Edgar screeched at the top of his lungs. "He's going to kill me!!!!"
"Who?" Mike asked.
"The Minor Lord Dark!"
"Why will he punish you?"
"Because I have failed. He always punishes me, when I fail."
Robert ran over to Chris. "You O.K., man? You look a little less....leggy."
Chris swallowed. "Other than phantom limb syndrome, a few bruises, maybe a couple of broken rips, and a bump on the head, no worse for the wear. I guess."
Edgar was clawing at the main-brace that surrounded his face. He ripped it off, showing a raw looking scar. He looked up at Mike with his white, pitiless eyes, now full of both hope and pain. "I can't feel him any more. I've cut off the connection with him! He can't control me any more!!! I'm free!!!!!" He turned turned grim.
"The Minor Lord Dark must be stopped. Mark must do this for himself, but we will help him. We must move now."
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