Chapter III

Chapter 3

Mewomega’s POV

Same time

"Next," I said, bored. I was tired of this. I let 10 humans and 10 individual Pokémon fight me every day. None were worth the effort. It was almost enough to make me miss Mewtwo and the Omega Resistance. Both were powerful, a true challenge.

 

But Mewtwo was dead and the resistance hid in a forest full of Ghost Pokémon. When I recovered from Mewtwo’s fight, I found I had lost the ability to change between types. As a Psychic, Ghost Pokémon were super strong against me, but only in large groups due to my power level.

 

"Mewomega! Me and my team will be the ones to stop you," said the old man who walked into the room.

 

"Send them all at me, attack alone. It makes no difference to me. I’ll crush you all," I said. "That is, if you can get them out of their Pokéballs. I don’t even allow Fighting, Steel, or Psychics out. I’m no longer interested in senseless murder."

 

"Damn... that was all I had…" the old man said before walking away.

 

 

 

Two hours after the battles, I sat high in the castle. Before my rule, the castle was a large cathedral. I made the humans renovate it into its current form.

 

I had been meditating to raise my power, but couldn’t remain focused. I had grown very upset recently. There was none left who proved to challenge me, other than the Resistance, who only sought to lessen my power, unable to relinquish my grasp of the world.

 

There was no fun left, no wars or battles, no surprise attacks or assassination attempts. Everyone was afraid, scared into submission by my immense power. It infuriated me, the weakling so easily giving up.

 

All the Legendary Pokémon who had joined me proved to be powerful, if not useful. The bonds between them were weak, proved by the fact that had joined me at all. I never told them anything for they could easily betray me. All they were to me was a higher class of soldier.

 

I teleported to the cliff where I had lost for the first time. Anyone else would have considered me the victor, but not me. Out of 15 lives, I had only taken one. The rest were killed in their mass suicide attack.

 

I stood in the center of where the struggle had been. I meditated for a long time. I was deciding what to do. I was no longer happy with controlling most of the world. Every region had its own Resistance, Pokémon and humans strong enough to rule.

Johto had its Silver Resistance, a gathering of Pokémon who wanted to be like their lord, Lugia. Hoen had Team Peace, humans and Pokémon who wanted to end my rule. Sinnoh had Diamind Force, supporters of Dialga. Even Ore had the Snag’em Army, consisting of Snag’em and nearly all of Ore’s citizens.

 

But the only force that mattered was here in Kanto, where my power was strongest. The Omega Resistance led by a Charizard so powerful that half of the Legendary Pokémon followed his every word. Charizard was so strong that he was the only living Pokémon to ever harm me.

 

I pulled my tail in close at the thought of what that monstrous Charizard had done. My tail was scarred and I had deeper scars and terrible burns on my back. No one could see them once I had completely healed them, but I could still feel the heat and pain.

 

I meditated more on giving the world to these groups; they had more than proved they were powerful enough to rule it. The moon was directly above me when I reached my conclusion.

 

"I’ll give them this world," I said aloud.

 

There was a loud snap and crunch behind me as something emerged from the forest. You’ll do nothing, you ruthless murderer," a deep voice said, its roar echoing in the silence of the night.

 

I turned to see somewhere between twenty to fifty fully grown Tyranitar emerge from the trees. They had of had traveled a long way from the Seven Islands, the closest place their species was native.

 

"And why would that be?" I questioned them. I could most likely face twenty wild Tyranitar, but I would be hard pressed.

 

I regretted speaking so boldly. As I watched, hundreds of pairs of red eyes glowed, as if the entire forest was alive. Hundreds of Tyranitar, the strongest of all dark types, stood before me with murderous intent. I spun as I felt presences behind me. Hundreds more stood at the bottom of the cliff. I looked back to the Dark Pokémon who emerged from the forest.

 

A massive Tyranitar walked forward, standing at least nine feet tall. This one was extremely large, towering over the others. He was also abnormally colored, as if it had been leached of color. It had pale green and grey armored skin, instead of the dark green and black that was normal. Scars covered the arms of the super Tyranitar.

 

Following behind him was an eight foot female, equally imposing. This Tyranitar was completely black. It was obvious they were mates.

 

The larger of the two spoke, "Mewomega, we Tyranitar have never opposed you, for you left our home alone. But when your hounds came into our lands, they committed a crime that I, Darkus, leader of the Tyranitar of the Seven Islands, cannot allow to go unpunished. They took our children, mere infant Lavatar who couldn’t protect themselves. If they had become stronger, we may have let you off, as we know they’ll eventually return to our home. But they all died because of your stupid power craze!"

 

The female looked at me sharply. "Do not think of escaping, Mewomega. We are a thousand strong, each of us at the peak of our power. This much darkness is enough to disable any psychic powers."

 

Darkus looked down at me. "Our daughter was in that group. That makes it personal. Me and Jasmine will personally see to your death."

 

I shivered. Jasmine was a human name. The Shadow Tyranitar had once been a trainer’s Pokémon. For some unknown reason, Pokémon owned by humans were even more powerful than their wild equivalents. If they intended to kill me, I doubt I’d survive the night. The wounds I would receive alone would kill me.

 

"Seize him!" Darkus yelled.

 

A thousand Tyranitar converged upon me, grabbing and digging their claws into my flesh so my blood ran out of my body. In the near future, a fate worse than death awaited me. I was at the mercy of thousands of the most ruthless and powerful of Dark Pokémon.