Part 2: Vanguard of the Darkness
Every team has a mascot.
An avatar.
A vanguard that clears the way.
We all have symbols.
Heroes.
Poster boys.
No one sees what happens backstage.
No one sees the pain…
4 years after the events of A Darkness in the light, 14 years after the Prologue, 16 years after the Spawning of Manyula…
Chapter Five: Pivotal Moments
When a foe is underestimated, pride will lead to a fall. A stronghold taken down. Captured by the enemy. An enemy getting ever stronger. The real war has begun.
The reconstruction of the world had begun.
A loud rushing of air filled the room. A strong psychic presence was clearly at work.
A Gardevoir strode in. But he wasn’t an ordinary Gardevoir.
He was the Gardevoir that represented an army. Manyula’s army.
Thunderbolting every individual within the room, Dean cleared the way for his troops. Porygon Z, Electivire, Scyther, Sneasel, and all sorts of Pokemon rushed into the room. Followed by a single Weavile. Lord Manyula.
“Lockdown the room, Dean.”
“Yes sir.”
Two thunderbolts and a press of a button later, the bodies of two Aipom security guards were strewn on the floor and security systems were shut down completely. Electivire were posted at the entrances, Giga Impacting any foolish enough to come close. Porygon Z, Porygon 2 and Porygon entered the main computer in an endless stream, busily hacking and transferring all the data.
At last, Manyula’s army had entered the first stronghold of the Legendaries.
“General Dean, General Slicer, follow me. General Hellfire, stay and keep everything under control.”
A shiny Blaziken nodded his head and began to shout out orders, while Manyula, Dean, and Slicer the Scizor entered an air vent.
“General Zeke. Feed the data directly to my handheld.”
“Yes sir,” answered a Porygon Z.
“We need the layout for the whole ventilation system ASAP.”
“Yes sir. It will be done quickly.”
Turning to Slicer and Dean, he said, “We’ll try and get as far as we can without help for the moment.”
It had been a long war. But they were now closer to their goal than ever before.
Latios was long dead. Latias was taken care of as well. So were Celebi, Manaphy, Mew, Jirachi, and Mesprit’s trio. The fools. They gave their life for an unworthy cause. Aruseus had to be eliminated, couldn’t they see that? Now for them to kill off the stubborn ones. The ones with too much pride to sacrifice.
The ones most like Aruseus.
“There’s an opening right ahead sir,” said Slicer.
“We’ll try to gain entry from there, then,” said Manyula.
The three removed the vent cover carefully. Then they leapt down with utmost quiet. First Slicer. Then Dean. Then Manyula.
Replacing the vent cover as he fell, Manyula then led the three down the corridor. One end was blocked by solid metal.
“Do we destroy the barrier,” asked Slicer.
“No.”
Manyula was sure of that. He wanted to deal with Mewtwo himself. His generals were enough. His army would simply eliminate the rest of the stronghold. Mewtwo was his kill.
“We’ll get to Mewtwo ourselves. Tell Zeke we no longer need his assistance, and to focus on the data regarding the other strongholds.”
“Very good sir.”
“Are you sure, sir,” asked Dean cynically.
“I have my own plans. My own reasons, Dean.”
Dean simply kept silent.
“Let’s move then.”
Two Magneton blocked the other way.
“Don’t they ever learn,” asked Manyula as he dispatched them both with a quick Night Slash, before Ice Punching them, freezing their bodies to the floor.
“Keep alert Generals.”
“Sir! A Furret!”
As Slicer said that the Furret immediately took off, clearly he was to check on the advancement of Manyula’s army. Manyula leapt towards him, Ice Punching his tail to the floor, freezing him, but not before he had raised the alert.
Back in the main control room, Zeke panicked. The alarms were blaring deafeningly. His transceiver activated, Lord Manyula’s voice being transmitted to him. He had orders to shut down the entire electrical system to quiet the alarms. But the lights! How were they to navigate without the lights?
“Never mind that Zeke. We’ll figure that out when we get to it. At most we’ll be fighting in the dark.”
And the lights went out. Immediately everything was quiet.
“Well done Zeke. Now make sure no one gets near the control room.”
Now what.
Manyula knew the enemy know had the advantage. They knew the general structure of the area while he did not. They had no choice but to fumble their way to Mewtwo.
Mewtwo sat. And stood. Then sat. And stood again. He paced around the room uneasily.
No one should have been able to penetrate the stronghold’s defences.
Clearly this Weavile had done the impossible. He had heard stories of course. Rumours that he had perfect stats.
Perfect and boosted twenty-five times.
At first he had not worried at all. In a war, the enemy would naturally try to project themselves larger than life.
But soon he learned of this Weavile’s deeds.
The legendaries he had slain.
Single-handedly.
And he worried.
It seemed impossible. But the evidence was right there. The legendaries were dead.
Footage showing the Weavile – now what was his name – Manyula. Killing the legends. Easily.
Now that very same Manyula had invaded his stronghold.
He had already sealed all the passages leading to the main chamber where he resided, but he still could not help but feel uneasy.
Suddenly the alarm sounded.
What?
Had he actually entered the inner-passages? But that was impossible!
However Mewtwo knew only too well Manyula had over and over again shattered his definitions of impossible.
He cringed.
A change of plan was required; clearly he had to face Manyula in battle. A battle to the death.
A battle that would be the pivotal victory for either side in this war.
Mewtwo gritted his teeth, he had time and time again proven himself to be among the strongest legendaries, clone or not.
And he would show the world his prowess again.
A loud explosion interrupted Mewtwo’s thoughts.
“Well, well. Mewtwo.”
“What?”
Mewtwo spun around.
“What in the name of Aruseus… How did you get here,” Mewtwo was shocked, “You should have been delayed by the blackout at least!”
Manyula smiled. Before launching a direct Night Slash at Mewtwo.
Mewtwo was ready, letting loose a Psychic attack at Manyula.
“What the…” Mewtwo uttered in amazement, his attack had absolutely no effect on Manyula, before coming to the realisation that psychic attacks had no effect on dark types.
Ducking at the last moment, Manyula’s Night Slash had barely missed him. His moment of overconfidence had cost him dearly.
Dean immediately seized the opportunity to blast Mewtwo as he ducked with a Thunderbolt. Even worse, as Mewtwo fell to the ground, Slicer and Manyula were powering up with Swords Dance.
Slicer used Agility, taking advantage of his speed boost to charge at Mewtwo with a X-Scissor attack, Mewtwo ducked again, but barely. Firing off a desperate Pulse Bomb at Manyula as he did so.
But he was already prepared, once again in a show of his uncanny dexterity he easily sidestepped the attack at the last moment, and using the explosion generated by the Pulse Bomb colliding with the wall behind him, leapt forward in synchronic harmony with the shockwaves in a graceful, speedy and lethal forward thrust.
“GG Mewtwo,” whispered Manyula.
A quick Night Slash, and Mewtwo had fallen.
