-Soul was going insane. He was tearing everything around him apart, searching for the glimpse of color he had seen, so he could destroy it, rip it, tear it to tatters, and hope that the voices in his head would stop. He roared, he screamed, he destroyed poketown bit by bit, searching for the one thing that bugged him. There were several other SCUBA troops still around by some miracle, but they were all dispatched of in seconds, and torn to bits. Soul only paused to take the souls of the strongest, as he returned the search. He heard a squeal, and he returned to the massive crater Eggman had created, and he saw it. It was a small, pink Raichu, it was different then any other, and it would be his. It didn’t matter how strong it was. It didn’t matter what it had done, Soul had set his eyes on it, and it would die.
Amy didn’t have much time to think, before she knew it Soul held her above the ground, his claws around her throat. She turned her head; she saw a glimpse in the distance. She saw Kronic. She reached her hand out to him.
Soul’s breath was heavy. He saw the fear in this things eyes, and it pleased him, it pleased him to no ends. He was glad this Pokémon was going to die, and yet he felt terrible, angry, confused, scared, all the souls he had taken in his lifespan were reaching out to his own, to stop it, to let her live, to pity her life, and allow her to run free. Soul roared and the souls ran back, all of them a monotonous scream, each a different pitch, all begging to die, to let this horror end, and allow them to relax in a new world. He rose the Pokémon to the sun, and stared her down, allowing her to see the entire world through his eyes, everything he had seen, everything he had felt, everything every single soul he held in is body held, as he closed his hand shut.
There was a small crack, and the Pokémon lay still.
Kronic couldn’t believe it, everything seemed so surreal. He heard the crack. So many thoughts raced through his head. He only could think one single thought.
Revenge…
His body emblazed with the flames, they tightly compacted around his body. No longer were they even flames but a strong aura. He saw images flash before his own eyes; he felt sadness, pain, anger. He made eye contact with soul only for a second; he disappeared out of his vision. Suddenly he was behind soul. He bashed the ground with his scythes. The ground erupted. He faded into the columns of the flames, and then suddenly one exploded from underneath Soul.
Soul saw him coming, every single step. Every single muscle flex in his body, every frame, every second, he could see everything, hear everything, and he could kill everything. He saw him slip behind his defenses, and bash his arms against the ground, brining a massive column of flame beneath him, and it engulfed Soul. He felt the heat char his bones, the heat felt so good, it gave comforted Soul, and wanted to kill him as well. Soul opened his mouth, as his bones cracked, and he released a massive pillar of water, pure, shimmering, white water, and pierced through the fire. His eyes quickly dashed about, searching for him, whatever had attacked. He saw the pillars of flames around him, and Soul roared. He shot massive blasts of the water into the sky, and massive waterfalls fell unto them, putting each one out, waiting for him to reveal himself, so he could take his soul, and the next persons, and the next, a never ending hunt for power.
The white water fared surprisingly well on the Primal’s flame, Putting each of the columns out, one by one. Kronic had to think quickly. If he even staled for one second he would be destroyed. He couldn’t last for much longer where he was. He focused the flames around him, they circled around him in a clockwise motion, then he pushed upwards. He busted right out from under soul, the flames and his spinning scythes made contact. He regained balance. He didn’t stop, even for a second. A loud rippling sound cut through the air as he ran towards Soul.
Soul could feel the scythes cut into his bones, they were not clean cuts, Soul was able to maneuver so they did not stick into the bones, they skimmed over him. He felt no pain. His bones began to steam, as his bones released a black gook, as they settled over the scratches, resealing all the cuts. Everything was happening so quickly, yet to Soul and what was know identified as Kronic, this was a dance. A dance to the death, with only one survivor. Soul watched as Kronic ran towards him, a sound ripping through the air, pushing Soul back farther. Soul roared, as he took one step forward and blended into the colors of light. He changes the spectrum of the colors of his body, and appeared from under Kronic, throwing his arm upward, scratching deeply into Kronic’s back.
The cut ran deep into his back, he screamed in agony. He jumped back; Soul was powerful. It was like the attacks weren’t even hurting him. Kronic paused for only a minute, the Primal’s flame condensed around one scythe. Then suddenly the necklace was enveloped in a dark aura. The black flame engulfed the other scythe, Kronic clashed the two scythes together, a blast of sparks rained. He slashed the air, and the two auras of energy flew at soul. They hit right in front of soul, the two energies combined, then it exploded in a shower of dark and Primal flames.
Soul deftly landed a few feet away after the attack, and before he could even think, two massive energy blasts were launched at Soul. He had no time to retaliate, and they had him pinned where he stood. They burned away at his rib cage, coming dangerously close to his core. Soul’s hands began to bleed, letting the black blood ooze onto his joints. He pushed the blasts away with one hand, and threw one back with the other. Soul did not wait a single second after they flew back. He threw his arms out, as a small spiral fire began to spring around him. His core began to increase in site, and eventually burned most of his rib cage away. Soul roared, as he rammed his hand into it, and ripped it out, sending a massive blast of molten lava, but it was pitch black, and it was riddled with the sparks of insanity.
Kronic saw the lava coming strait towards him; he didn’t have enough time to react. The dark flames rose up to protect him from the lava. Just keeping the flames up to protect him was work. He added the Primal’s flame behind the dark flame. It was barely able to stand up to the molten lava. Kronic jumped up into the air, he summoned the wall of flames to spiral around him. As he did he quickly came crashing to the ground. Like a Fireball from the sky. On impact the flames rippled through the ground, causing a wall of flames to cascade on soul from behind.
Soul grabbed Kronic head on, He slid a few hundred feet back, but held him in place. Soul had him now, and it was time for him to die. Soul grabbed Kronic by the neck, and tossed him into the sky. Soul roared, and his eyes changed the marks all over his body, the seeds of insanity, they became his eyes, they became one with him. What little logic he had left was tossed aside, and the end was near. It was either Kronic or Soul, the Good or the Evil, and the following moments would decided the fate of not only Poketown, for its fate had been sealed, but of the entire world. Soul took to the skies, he shot off like a rocket towards Kronic, and engulfed his entire body with the black blood, maximizing the force of his body against Kronic’s.
The force of impact was strong, even with the shield of flames that Kronic and soul came crashing to the ground. Kronic stumbled to get up… and then it happened…
Soul pushed himself up from the ground. His bones snapped into place, and those broken began to seal themselves with the black blood. Soul was panting. He was running out of options, and he needed to end it all. His power was overflowing, the insanity was pulsing through his body, and his body itself was having trouble controlling the outbursts of power concurring, almost blasting him to pieces. It didn’t matter. If he died. If Kronic died. If the world died with him. If the universe were to implode on itself, Soul would not care. Everything that belonged to him died a long time ago. He wanted power, so much power, and he had it, yet he was still alone. He had nothing. His eyes returned to normal and his reason began to slowly come back to himself. Soul looked around him, and saw the destruction he had caused on everyone, on all of them. Why had he done this? There was once a time were they were his friends, were they both rallied together to fight evil, or just to be with each other. There even had been a one who loved him, and yet he ignored her, and left her to die. It was that out of everything that bugged him the most. Soul roared, and his body shook all over. He couldn’t hold it anymore. He would kill them all. Regardless of what they were to him before, now, or in the future. Soul roared, and his eyes when pitch black. His core exploded, and began growing at massive rates, so much power had been pushed into one area, and it began to supernova. The giant ball of flame began to engulf everything, and anything it touched. And when it grew to the size of half of Poketown, it exploded. The entire dome engulfed Poketown, and Soul.
What was the reason to this existence? The power had reached its limit, Kronic was engulfed in seconds. Soul had done his last act, to destroy everything including himself… in one last attack. Would it just end? Was this the end of the Primals? Was this the end to everything? Was it truly doomsday? Would everyone be erased in seconds?
The flames burned away at Kronic. Even the Primals flame slowly withered away. He had ran out of options. The necklace pulsed. The Black flame began to engulf his body. It grew tighter and tighter around him. The primal flame returned to him. The two combined. He was able to stand in the dome. It took him all his energy to walk towards the center. The dark orange flame cut through the blast. The core gleamed in the center. Then suddenly Kronic’s flame constricted him. It grew tight around him, almost crushing him. The necklace glowed in the center. Then it happened. There was a bright flash… the energy was sent rippling across the fields. A huge beam of light was sent into the sky… and then the calm.
Kronic stood in the ruins of the crossroads, everything was destroyed. He could barely stand. He looked over, Amy’s body laid in the grass. As he looked up it began to rain. The water flowed down his face. He walked over to her, and laid his cape over her body. He picked her up and began to carry her.
He made it no further to poketown square, he had no more energy, he set her down. And slowly fell to the ground.-