Pokemon Mystery Dungeon: Hands of Creation

Chapter 67 - Out of Control

Well, he could certainly try. Nate brought one of his tendrils out into the halls, swinging it haphazardly. It slapped against the walls and dug into the stone, leaving cracks and chips in the marble.

"Th-that's perfect! Exactly that, do that!"

Oh, dear, what was he supposed to do with that? That looked like it could really hurt somebody. I hit Owen?

"Y-yes? No! Yes! It's Owen's body, but Star's in there instead. He'll be fine—we just have to weaken her until Owen can take over ag—"

"FOUND YOU!"

That voice didn't sound normal at all! Who was that? It sounded like Owen, but it was distorted, like he was talking from beyond a great inferno.

Oh, that's why! His head was on fire!

"H-how did she find me so quickly—?" Eon squeaked. "Ah—Owen's Perception—it must be..." Eon spun around.

The Charizard was completely green, covered in leaves, except for his head. There, it was made from branches and vines twisted together in the vague shape of a head; white fire—oh, those are the holy flames of Mystic energy!—erupted from the back of the Charizard's throat, and made up the entirety of its 'eyes,' if they could be called those. And from what he could tell, the Charizard's body in general seemed very unstable; the sheer magnitude of all that Mystic energy was tearing it apart. Poor Owen! That was going to hurt in the morning, assuming he'd be able to see another rising sun.

"Uhh—I mean—I, uh—" Eon looked back, turning into a Charizard while the Pikachu disguise that covered him tragically melted away. He staggered back, crossing his arms. A shield of light protected him from Star's first blast—white fire that curled around and—Ouch!

Nate's tendril dissolved away at the burning light, leaving a black mass that evaporated in the air. He recoiled, pulling the rest of it back. If that's how Star was going to be, he didn't want to fight!

But Eon wasn't giving him much of a choice. Eon ran back and into—him! Oh, that felt strange; he was lodged somewhere between the arms. The voices were getting agitated; they pushed against Eon, trying to send him out of the darkness, but he was persistent—and surprisingly strong.

Also surprisingly strong, Star. "Get out of there!" Star hissed. "Nate! Let him out! He's evil, don't you get it?! Eon is killing people!"

He is? How could he? Someone with so much light in his spirit couldn't possibly be killing people. Star, meanwhile... Nate felt very little light coming from her at the moment. That could only mean her heart was filled with malice and hate, given how she was behaving, trying to kill a spirit of light.

No, that was too presumptuous. There was still light in her, but it wasn't at all directed at Eon. It felt... what was that feeling? What was her light toward? It felt like hope. Like she was close to something, close to...

"Nate, please," Star begged. "I don't want to hurt you to get to Eon. This is between us!"

He had to know. Star might have been telling the truth, if there was at least a little light there. What did Eon do?

"Don't listen to her!" Eon said hastily, but Eon's light felt weaker just then.

"All those Pokémon you see that live here? They were made to be weapons to kill Guardians! Guardians like YOU, Nate!"

That was silly! In fact, that cute Zygarde said the same thing, and he couldn't feel any light from him. He couldn't be trusted that easily. But then again, he wasn't able to feel much from Eon, either. Of course, that was until Eon approached him in the Chasm and offered himself; oh, he felt so full of light then! How odd that it had been so hidden away before, but then again, Eon had such a strange soul to begin with.