Looking For Legends: Book Two. Chapter 1

*NOTE Remember wa-a-a-a-a-y back on Chapter 1 of Book One? There was a flash forward that featured Mark and a Moltres. I build on this topic now.*


The great fiery bird rose over the peak like a comet. But the Moltres was not his true goal. True, it was a spectacular sight, but Mark had bigger fish to fry. The Dark One had risen. If he didn't finish his quest, the world would be doomed. And it would be his fault. He sat down, to rest, and reflected on his pokémon, his mom, and the other factors in his life........


"No mom, no. Don't leave. You can't!"

Susan Dillion had died. Long live Susan Dillion. The sickness that had over come her years ago had finally took it's toll. She had died, leaving her fifteen-year old son Mark alone. That same son had gotten his casts off just three days earlier. He had been so happy. Now his excitement at being able to walk had turned to sorrow for his mother.

Dr. Jones walked in. He had just heard the news. He looked as if he had taken it even harder then Mark. Graveler stood in the corner, weeping openly, the tears smoothing down parts of his craggy face. Mr. Roboto was there too. Although he didn't know exactly what was going on, he felt that it was a time for sadness.

Professor Oak arrived. He motioned for Mark and Dr. Jones to come out. After one last longing look at his mother, Mark followed.
"Mark, there is something we need to tell you." Professor Oak was leaning on the back of the house. Dr. Jones was there. So was Joe. "This journey you are going on.....well, I can't give you specific details, but it will be very important. You must complete it. If you start, you will have to go all the way. Are you strong enough to complete what you start?" "I am not afraid." Mark replied suddenly.

Dr. Jones smiled grimly. "You will be. You will be."


The next day funeral arrangements were made. It would be on the following Sunday, in one week. It would be no grand affair. Mark didn't have vary much money since he stopped being in pokémon matches. Most of that money had gone to pay for his hospital bills. Mark was staying at Dr. Jones place until after the funeral. He would then start on his journey.

Dr. Jones sat alone at his desk, thinking about a great many things. Jerium's son had returned. The Scyther King would again arise. He had giving a young Scyther to Mark. Now, what was his reasoning for that? To give away a prize Scyther..... Well he must some greater plan. Jerium's help was always appreciated, though, so it wasn't really a big deal. Jerium would be coming back soon, and where he came trouble would be soon to follow.......

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Chapter 2. Back to Basics.

Mark let out a sigh of relief. He was finally going to go!

It had been nearly a month since his mom died, leaving him alone. He was still grieving, but his mom really wouldn't want him to be moping around about her when he was supposed to be leaving.

Joe was going with him. Mr. Roboto had wanted to go, even going as far as to try following Mark out the door, but Professor Oak had called him back. Mark would have enough trouble, without a clunky robot following him. Roboto had beeped, and gone back inside.

Joe finally met Mark outside. He stretched and grinned, "Well, today's the day, right? I mean, we're really going to go this time, right?" "Right" Mark replied, finally giving into a grin he had been fighting back all morning. Finally, both boys broke into hysterics. They were finally leaving!

They said their goodbyes, and each with a pack on his respective back, left Pewter City behind. Even Graveler had his own. Earlier, before they had started, they had decided on the path they would take. Most travelers took the long way, through Mt. Moon, but there was a shorter way. All they would have to do is go through the mountain range that formed the bored between Pewter and Cerulean City, and -BINGO!- they would be ready to get the next Badge.

Suddenly, two very familiar voices broke the growing silence. "Prepare for trouble...."

"Oh shit!" Mark said, "After you told me what these two did to the plan, I hoped we'd never meet up with them!"

"You double-crossed us the other day" Jesse said. "And now we're back for pay!" James said, following Jesse, as usual.

They leapt down off the rock they had been standing on. Meowth jumped up from behind. "So cough up the dough!" The talking pokémon screeched. "Arbok, Go!" Jesse flung her ball out. "Weezing, attack!" James threw out his.

Joe was about to release his ball when Mark grabbed his had. "No, you had all the fun last time. Let me have a go!" "As you wish!" Joe stepped aside. Mark looked out of his right eye, sizing up the competition. "Hmmmm, Onix, Go!" Out came the giant rock beast. "ROAR!!!" It screamed.

"Weezing, Poison Gas!" James said, using the same attack as always. The cloud of gas hovered over to Onix, who shrugged it off, as if nothing happened. "Onix use Slam!" Mark commanded. "ROAR!!!" It raised up and smashed into Weezing, sending it flying. "Uh, OK Jesse, your up!" He said ducking behind the rock.

"Arbok, Bite!" Jesse commanded. The Cobra darted in for a quick attack, but Onix dodged, making Arbok eat dirt. ''Onix, Rock Throw!" Mark commanded. It felt so good to be training again! He grinned in satisfaction. The great rock snake rose up and dropped it's huge mass on Arbok. Onix rolled off, reveling a very flat Arbok. "Bah! Arbok return!" Jesse called the snake back, and the three Rockets headed for the hills, not wanting to be shamed even more then they already were.

"Oh well." Mark sighed. "That wasn't even a good match. I need a good one.." Mark decided to keep Onix out. If all ese failed they could ride it. It was good in mountain terrain.

All of a sudden, up from the horizon rose a huge mansion, surrounded by a forest. The house was GIGANTIC!! It must have been eleven stories high! It was getting dark, so the travelers thought that maybe they could get a nights rest, and maybe some food, within.

What they found inside would shock them to the very bone.

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LFL, Book 2: Chapter 3.

*This story is strange. On purpose. It is NOT for the squeamish!! You have been warned.*

Mark and Joe continued on their way, the huge house looming in the distance. It was still far off, at least a mile and a half, but already they could tell the thing was enormous. Lights flickered on and off throughout the house. It was getting late. "There's no way we can make it to that thing tonight." Mark said, "Why don't we just camp here, and continue on in the morning?"

Joe dug the tent and stakes out of Graveler's backpack, and set to the task of pitching it up. Mark gathered up some wood for a fire. Taking a lighter out of his pack, hit lit a few leaves and threw them onto the sticks. In a short while, they were ablaze. By this time, Joe and Graveler had the tent up.

Mark's young Scyther was perched on his shoulder, like a parrot. It would screech every once and a while, and swat at a bug with it's sharp blades. It was tiny, but it already had deadly blades. Some guy named Jerium had gave it to Joe, right after the Battle of Pewter. Mark would like to have met this "Jerium", at least to thank him for the Scyther. It was a fighter, this young bug. It would be strong.

Suddenly, the air around them was buzzing with commotion. Dark green shapes whirred around the camp. Leaves rustled. Branches snapped. Mark looked around. As fast as it had appeared, it was gone. He squinted in the growing dark. Was that a person, over in that clearing? I couldn't be. People didn't have dragonfly-like wings......

The form looked up at Mark. It's eyes glowed a bright red. It looked to scoop something up to it's mouth. Then it ran off into the distance, followed by a great mass of movement. Mark ran over to where it had been. There was a dead carcass of a Pidgeotto. The bird looked as if it had been ripped open, by a big knife or something. But that wasn't what killed it.

It's head had been bashed in. It looked like it had been done by a club. "Joe get over here!! You gotta see this!!" Mark called to his friend. From his good eye, he could see Joe running a full speed, followed by Graveler and Onix. "Sweet Lord!!" Joe screamed when he saw the corpse. It blood was all over the ground, tinting the dirt a reddish-brown.

Graveler walked over to it, kicked it, prodded it, sniffed it. He jerked back, rearing up at the stench. "Gravel! Grav! Er!!" "What could have done this? It looked like it was ripped open from the inside out!!" Joe said, squeamishly looking away. "Maybe not the inside, but from the back." Mark answered.

Mark called over to his pokémon, "Graveler, come over here and turn this thing over." Graveler started to back up. It wasn't going near that thing!

"SCAAARRREEEEEEEE!!!!!" Something screeched, and leapt out of a nearby tree. It flew past Joe and knocked him to the ground, landing in a pool of Pidgeotto blood. he quickly stood up, and gasped at the figure placed before him.

It looked somewhat human, but was hunched over. If it had stood up, it would have been nearly six-foot tall! It also had four wings on it's back. They looked like they had been ripped off of a Scyther. It had a hard dark green shell incasing it's body, just like an insect. It looked scaly. It's head was formed into a big, dart-like shape, with a beak at one end. It had sharp fangs. It's arms were fairly stubby, but with claw like hands on each one. It also had a second pair of arms, these ones long and thin. At the end of these were long, wicked blades.

It was a man-Scyther.

It foamed at the mouth, and then looked from Mark to the young Scyther perched on his shoulder. It's eyes were a bright red, but with a hint of human emotion in them. It looked at Joe. It blinked, and clicked out something that sounded like a word. "J-j-j-j-j-j-j-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o?" It screeched again.

Suddenly, from all around the group came a buzzing sound. A huge flock of Scyther landed around them. They looked at the humans, plus the Graveler and the Onix. They rubbed their blades together, creating a horrible squeaking sound. The man-Scyther screeched, and looked back at Joe. "J-j-j-j-o-o...." It buzzed, and flew off, taking the Pidgeotto with it, leaving a bloodied mess behind. It left something else, too.

A broken stick, but just not any stick. A staff, topped off with a diamond on top of it. The diamond had blood on it. It was crafted with uttermost care, with pictures of Scythers and Pinsers carved into it. Bits and pieces were broken off, but most of the cane was intact.

Neither boy dared touch it.

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