Do Mews make good fighters? Discalimer- The Shadow Gang do not belong to me. They belong to Chrissie Chimeria. Pokemon do not belong to me I wish they did but they don't. The S.A.S don't belong to me either. Practically nothing does. At least the character is mine, but she is in a Pokemon body so she doesn't really belong to me. Susan paused in front of the last door, the words still echoing in her mind. Beyond this door was something that could bring “death and destruction upon the world”. It could be anything, a weapon a warrior or just a trap. But she knew she couldn’t turn round now. This power had drawn her halfway across the desert, had perhaps drawn her since she left the forests in the north. She had to see it, she couldn’t turn round now and spent the rest of her life wondering what it was. Perhaps it could be used to her advantage, to finally defeat the Darken. Perhaps she would never half to run again, never face the pain and humiliation of defeat. She could be all-powerful…. With one paw she reached out and gave the ancient looking stone doors a push. A crack shot down through the door, which extended as the door slowly eased open. A cloud of dust shot from the darkness through the door and made her cough. As she spat the dry dust from her mouth she stepped forward through the opening in the door. As she stepped through she was surprised and disconcerted to find the room empty. In disbelief she focussed her eyes and stared hard into the shadows, trying to see if anything was hidden in the corners. After one last long glance around the room with her eyes, she sat back hard on the sandy floor of the room. As she sat she released a long breath. Unconsciously her body had tensed up as she entered the room, ready to fight off anything that might be the room. But there was nothing, the room was completely empty. She got to her feet and was about to pad off toward the exit when something seemed to flicker by the corner of her eyes. Turning sharply, her claws extended as she stared back into the room. She moved her head to check behind her and stopped suddenly noticing the flickering by her eyes again. After one last suspicious glance around her, she closed her eyes and extended her physic power outwards. As her power reached the far wall she suddenly felt her power strike something. It wasn’t rigid, she could feel it vibrate as she struck it. Gathering her power together she shaped it into a rough triangle and threw it into the vibrating wall. For a second she felt it bend around her power before she finally felt a hole pierce in it. A loud clap of thunder seemed to ring through the room throwing her out of her mental trance. As she opened her eyes she was shocked to see that it looked very different. The room was lit by a series of torches on the walls which glowed with an errie blue flame. In the center of the room stood an dark black alter. Blood red carvings blinked out at her, all along the long black alter. Suddenly as if she had been half asleep, she felt her mind become clearer and sharper. < It would take a lot of physic power to project an image for such a long time. > Blue answered Moving forward towards the alter, she kept looking around her, in case there might be something else left to protect the thing she was drawn to. The alter was as tall as she standing up, made of some black material than was completely smooth, the corners rounded, apart from the red symbols which had been engraved all over the front. Unlike the rooms before it didn’t seem to have aged at all, the black of the material hadn’t aged at all. Using her power she flew up into the air so that she could look over the top of the alter. What she saw made her catch her breath. In the middle of the alter was a large deep circular depression. Covering this depression was a strange silvery white substance. As she stared at this she could see blue and purple shadows flowing beneath this. As she tried to focus on these, they seemed to fade away before appearing in a new area. As she stared down she realised that the power she had been sensing was coming from the depression in the alter. Now that she was so close, the urge to reach out, to come in contact with the power became almost unbearable . Blind to everything else around her she reached down a paw towards the black shadows. Pain lanced through her suddenly as she touched the slivery substance, and she retracted her paw as quick as a flash. As she stared at her paw the skin burst and blood poured from hundreds of tiny holes in her skin. As she licked her paw she stared with new respect as the silvery substance. Obviously the false vision wasn’t the only security measure employed. Trying to calm the strong feelings of desire which she was so unused to, she concentrated and sent a tendril of physic power toward the silvery substance, ready to retract it quickly if it attacked. But it didn’t, instead as she extended her physic powers she felt the same fragile rigidity as she had felt before with the false image. Excitement grew quickly within her as she prepared to form her power in a similar shape as before. But this time as her power probed deeper into the substance she began to get a clear impression of a particular person. She felt a deep weariness, but she also felt a purpose. It had a job to do. But thoughts of it were soon pushed from her mind replaced with a desire to free the power. Focusing her power she smashed it down it down into the silvery substance. Immediately she realised that it was much stronger than the power she had fought before. At first it resisted strongly and then as she concentrated it suddenly gave way as if it was liquid letting her power push downwards but not tearing. Closing her eyes she concentrated on the point she had formed with her power, trying to make it punch through the silvery substance. She pushed her power on and on until the silvery substance could stretch no longer. Forcing herself to concentrate harder she pushed more and more of her power downward. She was just about concentrate a large portion of her power into the depression when she felt it tear slightly. Satisfaction was just beginning to creep over her when here head seemed to explode with noise and she felt huge force slam into her. She had barely a second to realise she was flying through the air when she felt herself smash into something solid with a sickening thud. As she slid to the ground she was only dimly aware of the stones falling alongside her. Susan wasn’t too sure of how long she was unconscious but she knew it could have been long. Dust was still floating to the ground as she opened her eyes. Her body felt bruised and broken but a quick look over her body revealed nothing too serious. Raising herself to her feet slowly she looked around. The ground around her was littered with rocks and stones from the wall which had slammed into and broken. A low guttural sound suddenly echoed through the room. She turned round and felt her throat contract and eyes bulge. It looked like a shadow and it look her a couple of seconds to see its shape. It resembled a tall humanoid like creature with large scaly wings protruding out of its back. It was coloured dark blue and purple, overall resembling an ugly bruise. Other than its outline the other details of its appearance were impossible to see because of the shadowy quality. This was apart from its eyes which were clearly defined, glowing a malevolent red. It was these eyes which caught Susan’s breath. She had heard once before that a persons eyes were a gateway to their soul. One glance at its eyes showed her the pits of hell. With sickening realisation, it was clear to her that a daemon stood before her. Waves of evil radiated of it, so strong that she was barely able to stop herself from running from it. Fear grew like a cancer inside her and she stared at the being she had released. It suddenly released a high pitched cry which hurt her ears. It took her a couple of seconds to notice the long cut across her chest. As the blood slowly slid down her chest she sensed enjoyment in the beast. It was enjoying her pain, she suddenly realised. Anger sparked inside her shaking her from her fear induced trance. She was not going to be scared into being an object of enjoyment to the daemon. She had released it and now she would destroy its evil. Her courage returned to her and she started to concentrate her power. Suddenly the shadow jerked forward, a shadow arm slashing at her. Just managing to roll back, she pointed her paw at it and shot a large ball of physic energy at it. The ensuing explosion pushed the daemon back a couple of feet and as it turned its face toward her she suddenly felt its anger. It wasn’t like her slow pounding anger, it was as if the whole being was now a raging force. A hail of spikes suddenly flew from it and she was unable to dodge a few of these which pierced into her side and into one of her legs. Ignoring the pain she threw herself at him, slamming into his chest. As soon as she touched him fires of pain shot along her body. Falling back on the ground she felt her skin along her right side burst and blood start to drip. She looked up to see it above her, arm raised. For a second she was transfixed by his falling arm but instinct suddenly kicked in and she jumped sideways. As she landed on her paws an idea came to her. It was a move she had perfected while fighting a trainer who preferred Kenkiskans, one she had been planning to use on the Darken. For the first time since she had known them she knew she would rather be fighting with them. But there was no point giving into her fear. She had been foolish enough to release this thing, now she had to banish it from the earth again. Cupping her paws together she concentrated trying to form a ball of energy as quickly as possible. Leaving it floating on the ground she just managed to jump into the air as more spikes were aimed at her. Up as close to the roof of the cave as she could get she formed another ball of energy in between her paws as it turned to face her. As it raised its arm she aimed and blasted her beam down at its head. As it connected it threw the Daemon down to the ground. Another explosion sounded beneath it and it landed on her other blast, throwing it slightly upwards. Concentrating as hard as she could she threw blast after blast down at its prone body. As she paused for a second to catch her breath, black fire suddenly shot up at her and engulfed her before she could dodge. It seemed as if it was inside her boiling her alive. The fire stopped suddenly and she fell down hard. Climbing to her feet she saw that the Daemon had also risen. As he raised on hand she leapt sideways arms extended in front of her firing blasts of physic energy at him. But these didn’t seem to affect him and as she touched the ground another hail of spikes flew at her. Flexing her legs she leapt upward and was able to dodge all but one which tore a gash along her right leg. Wincing slightly at the pain, she was nether the less able to keep in the air. Keeping her eyes on him she flew back slightly so that she was leaning against one of the walls. Holding her front paws in front of her she started to concentrate again. But this time she wouldn’t fire any small feeble attack, this time she was going to teach the Daemon that she was not one to be messed with. Unfortunately though, extra power meant more time, and as she watched the Daemon raise both shadowy hands towards her, she knew time wasn’t something that she had a lot of. But this time no black fire shot up towards her, no hail of spikes flying through the air. She started to feel slightly nervous as both his hands remained upturned towards her but nothing happened. What was he planning, what kind of attack would he come at her with this time? Bending her legs against the wall she continued to stare at him, waiting for some sort of signal that would show an attack was immanent. A small move in his body was enough to release the nervous tension in her legs, sending her shooting across the room. As she passed over him a loud explosion suddenly rocked through the room, the energy from it catching her and propelling her even quicker toward the large wall suddenly looming in front of her. Flipping round at the last second she buried her legs into the wall, leaving her, facing the back of the daemon, her paws still concentrating her power between them. As he slowly turned to face her, she tired to move her legs to mind her paws were stuck deep in the to the rock. Black fire suddenly engulfed her again and a scream of pain was forced from her. But throughout the pain she was just able to hold on to the power and when she was finally released, it started to grow again. As she looked up she saw one hand raised and black fire was growing in it again. With fearsome realisation she knew she couldn’t keep her concentration through another attack like that, not while she was still feeling the effects of the last one. She would have to attack now, attack before he did. The ball between her paws was almost as large as her and its power was more than she had felt for a long, long time. There were traces of all three of them in the power, even Pink had concentrated her power into it, she too had also felt the pure stench of malevolence coming from the twisted being. She could still feel it gloating over the pain it had caused. But even so she wasn’t sure if all the power they had was enough. The attacks she had used before had been strong but they had, had little effect on it. Would the power she had now be enough? She had little time to contemplate as she saw her rival lift its shockingly bright eyes toward her again. Leaning back she concentrated, pulling all the ties of the power she had concentrated so that all these invisible binds to her power were in her paws. Screaming as she felt the lift, the joy of her power, she shot a large slivery green beam down at him. As it struck him he was visibly thrown back a couple of feet. He finally came to a halt as he was able to raise his hands up to block her power from smashing into him. Reaching deep inside herself she gathered up more energy and added it to the beam. But this time he didn’t fall back but instead she could see him start to push the beam back further from him. It wasn’t working, it wasn’t going to destroy him, she thought, hot anger flowing anew through her. Her anger gave her more energy which she slammed down at him, screaming with frustration this time. As the extra energy hit she expected him to stumble but instead he stuck his hand up sending her beam shooting upwards into the ceiling of the cave. As Susan gasped for breath she dropped her paws, to her stop feeding the beam energy. While she was still struggling for air he suddenly leapt up and hacked at her chest opening a deep gash. Another rock wall crumbled to the ground and she thundered into the ground. For a long second she lay there, her body numb with shock before the pain kicked in. She convulsed for a couple of seconds before she was able to regain control over her shattered body. Leaning both paws on the rocks laying around her, she tried to help herself up. Pain suddenly exploded anew and she felt herself being lifted up. Dimly through the pain she saw he had speared her between her right shoulder and her chest. The burning fire of pain spread throughout her body and she could hear herself scream as she tried to wriggle from the blade. Suddenly she heard it laugh, a strange guttural throbbing sound. It was as if something inside her snapped, she was now blind to the pain, all she could feel now was her anger and her desire to rip it limb from limb. Thrusting both paws out in front of its face she started to concentrate her power. She was blinded from everything, the pain as the tendons in her right arm were cut, from the creature’s manic laughter, blind even to the desperate sobs of Pink. The power grew fast between her paws, increasing in size quicker than it had before. The Daemon made no move to defend itself and finally when the ball of energy had gown almost too big to handle she blasted it straight into his face. As the beam smashed into him she felt the fierce joy of revenge but this was quickly replaced by disbelief as it seemed to have no effect on it at all. Its body didn’t jerk, it didn’t even sway. The arm which held remained rigid and strong and when she was finally forced to end the attack, as the energy she had concentrated finally died away she could see no difference in its shadowy features. She stared stunned at him and then with a sharp violent movement she was thrown across the room, her shoulder sliding from his long blade which sent pain shooting through her body again. With a thud she slammed into a wall and lid down slowly. Just as she was going to rise slowly to her feet the wall beside her suddenly exploded flinging her high up into the air. She didn’t remember landing but she was suddenly awakened as its hand closed round her neck and lifted her up. As it lifted her she could her body gyrate from side to side and she tried to escape from the excruciating pain. She could feel the blood drip down her neck as her skin burst where it gripped her. She just looked up in time to see its other arm retract. Dimly she realised that this must be the final blow for her. She had to do something, she couldn’t die like this! But as she felt inside her she saw that almost all her power was gone. Desperately she reached inside her and threw out her left paw, shooting out everything she had left at it. When she finally dropped her paw, she felt empty, she could no longer feel the rest of her body. This time there was some reaction, she felt herself drop and hit into the ground. But as she looked up through her dimming vision she saw that it still stood. Spike suddenly shot down, stabbing deep into her body. She gave one last jerk before finally falling into the darkness. When she opened her eyes she was surprised to feel no pain. It took a couple of seconds of looking around her to realise that she wasn’t in the cave any longer, she didn’t seem to be on the earth itself any longer. Rainbows of colours swirled around her. A small noise made her turn round. What she saw left her stunned for a couple of seconds. For the first time she noticed that only the top half of her body was normal. The bottom half seemed liquidity and was connected to two other mews which were floating beside her. The closest looked remarkably similar to her except its eyes were the colour of the ocean. She noticed that her connection to Blue were more extensive, there were many more lines of pink liquid between them. Pink on the other hand was smaller than both of them and there were less lines connecting her to her two sisters. “What do you think you were doing!” The sharp voice sounded causing all three to turn. Suddenly descending from up high above them came five creatures which Susan had never seen in her life before. One resembled a centaur, top half humanoid and bottom half Rapidash. The second looked like an Arcanine, except it had a large human head with long hair hanging down. The third had another Rapidash body, except the top half this time was a Pigeot. The fourth had a human body but had a Fearow for a head. The fifth was a Gyarados whose top half was a female human with long blue hair. She managed to keep her mouth closed while staring at the creatures. It was second creature who was presently raging against them. “We put up enough warnings but no you were too stubborn. You just had to go and do what you felt was best!” “Who are you and where are we?” Blue asked managing to keep her voice calm. Susan cast a sideward glance at her, . The Fearow head suddenly spoke with a piercing voice, “you can’t fight in this realm, so don’t bother trying.” “What do you mean realm?” The centaur like creature suddenly spoke in a calm expressionless voice. “We have entered one of your dreams. You are presently unconscious after your recent battle.” “Recent battle!” The Arcanine- human suddenly exploded, “Is that what you call it!” She turned to look angrily at us. “Do you know what you have unleashed upon the earth? An evil force like no other, daemons which have actually been summoned to the earth. How many human lives are you going to be accountable for, just because of your stubbornness!” “Calm down.” The Pigeot- Rapidash spoke in a very deep commanding voice. “The act has already been done and the Daemons released. What matter’s now is containing them again. You do wish to aid us in this?” he suddenly thundered at them. Another glance was exchanged between Blue and Susan. “We do.” The Gyarados- human looked up at them for the first time. Susan noticed for the first time her eyes which were a greeny blue colour. “What about Pink?” she asked. Pink moved forward from behind, Susan and Blue, who had moved in front to protect her in case a fight started. Pink stared at all of the creatures, each in turn. “I do not wish to fight,” she said in a soft voice, “but I understand that we must stop the bad thing to prevent more death. So I will help all I can.” “So it is agreed,” The Pigeot- Rapidash was speaking again, it was obviously the leader. Susan had noticed that the Gyarados- human didn’t seem to be paying attention, but instead was staring into one of the swirls “You have agreed to fight it but at you present state you cannot defeat it.” Susan opened her mouth to protest but he thundered over her. “Do not interrupt me! You cannot defeat it, even when it splits forms.” At their confused expressions the Rapidash- human spoke again. “At present it is two Daemons fused together, but presently they will split apart, and each will search for a physical body. Once they attain those there powers will grow even larger. Of course only a few bodies are capable of holding them. I’m surprised they didn’t take yours.” He stared at them with an uninterested expression, “perhaps they didn’t think you were powerful enough.” Ignoring this comment Susan asked “If they split apart, surely we should be powerful enough to defeat them. All of the other four turned to look at the Gyarados human who turned back to Susan, Blue and Pink. “The reason you lost the fight was because you are impure. Only one of you has any chance against them, Pink.” This time both Blue and Susan did stare amazed at her. “You two are better at fighting but you have too much anger. You have not been able to let go of past pain. The Daemons are attracted to these emotions which are so like themselves. In the Darken for instance these emotions give them power but in a Mew they don’t” Blue and I opened our mouths to interrupt but she went on, “They may seem to give you power, but anger and revenge, and hate only give false power, for you three your true strength can be found within yourself, when you let go of all the feelings and memories which bind you.” She suddenly smiled at them, “You have the power to defeat your enemies, though you may not need to defeat them after all.” The Arcanine- human turned back to them, “but you have to defeat the Daemons, you have set them loose and only you can contain them again.” Suddenly the scene in front of them began to fade before finally disappearing into black. The last thing Susan remembered was the smile which had remained on the Gyarados- humans face. Suiceene- Here is another chapter after that long wait. The next chapter will probably take a long time to be put up. Guess what most of the five creatures were?