Suddenly, the sky goes overcast, it begins to snow, then rain, then hail, then small pieces of burning flesh and Mr. Jackson CD's rain down on the Park. The pond turns Green and all Pokemon within it are mutated into grotesque figures...
To the west, an army of Wailord unite to strike against Crosswinds Town. Yes, these were the very Wailords that many teams had saved, and it seems they were feeling out the town's defenses, the Pokemon that had captured the Wailords. The teams immediately felt overwhelmed, but there was hope! Duchess Kangaskhan would call the secret Rescue Forces that she had always talked about, however, as the teams looked at the Grand Office where she lived, they noticed her lifeless body sitting there as a Demonic Sneasel and Ninja Scyther laugh at the hopelessness of the teams. But quickly, a force blasts through the armies of Wailord, the battlefield strewn with flesh and blubber thousands of yards around. It was Lugia! Lugia had come to defend them! He ripped through the army as if it was tissue paper, and even, regrettably annihilated a nearby town full of peaceful Pokemon. After he had defeated all of the Wailord, he let out a roar and attacked the sky with a mighty Aeroblast, hoping to drive away the storm. The Aeroblast was destroyed by a blast of Fire, and Lugia looked at the source, finding Heatran. Lugia hissed at the Newcomer, even as Heatran rocketed itself up to Lugia using it's fire power. Lugia dodged the first blast, but was struck by Heatran as it allowed itself to fall. Lugia hit the ground with a thud and struggled to get up. Heatran roared triumphantly, having severed the great protector's spine, but his victory was short lived when Lugia, mustering up the last of his strength used Hyper Beam to disintegrate the enemy. With it's job down, Lugia fell to the ground, landing on the Wailord-mart that had never seen a customer.
The teams mourned the sacrifice of Lugia, and wondered if their tears would save him, as some sappy legend had said. However, their tears only burned his flesh, making his final moments before death all the more painful.
Meanwhile at the Northern Wall dividing this region from the barbaric Northern Mountains, Cresselia led an elite troupe of Teddiursa and Staryu to take down the wall. They were met with some resistance, namely a group of Pineco that sacrificed themselves to halt the destruction of the wall, but ultimately, their sacrifice only made the process easier. The Wall was destroyed and instantly thousands of Gastly appeared from the wall, and possessed the deceased corpses from the battle in the West. The dead Lugia rose, it's right wing destroyed by the tears, and it began to blast the poor townsfolk with shadowy blasts... Cresselia didn't get to enjoy her victory in destroying the hopes and dreams of the people, as she was quickly eaten by a Magikarp, never to see the light of day again.
Months passed, and the remaining team members of the Crosswind's Rescue Teams all met in their underground lair. Alan arrived to report what had happened, his left eye was scratched and useless, and he carried the stuffed body of Royce as a cane to support himself, as he was missing his right foot. He was meeting with a group of injured individuals, there wasn't much left of the teams, maybe 8 members at most, with the group dwindling further everyday. The rest his been defeated by the Possessed Lugia and the army of Gastly. Hope was gone, and focus was placed solely on survival. But as the meeting commenced, it was apparently that one of the remaining teammates, Raider, had died from his injuries. Immediately, the lifeless corpse stabbed Alan, but Alan had planned for such an occurrence. He ushered the others to escape to the surface, as he held the dead Scyther in place, keeping him from escaping to harm his friend. When he was convinced they were at a safe distance, he used bullet seed to detonate the mass crates of explosives that the group had somehow found in great numbers. The entire cave exploded in fire, burning the two Pokemon to ashes.
The group that escaped were immediately found by Lugia due to the explosion, and they saw that the months of death had stripped the flesh entirely from his head and legs, giving him an even more disturbing appearance.
"So, you are the last opposition to my grand conquest. Your world will be ours, and your corpses will never be allowed to rest. You will all be slaves to the great army of-"
Right then, a blast of Psychic Energy blasted the Lugia corpse to pieces. And the force responsible was... Deoxys! The army of the dead threw every attack possible at Deoxys as one by one they too were destroyed. Soon hope was reignited. As the army now became a handful of individuals. Deoxys looked at the survivors, and launched them into the air. From that point, they could see just how devastated the world had become, nothing was green in this world, besides the radioactive pond, that is. Deoxys, with no one in harms way (except the ghosts) executed a massive blast of energy that vaporized the ghosts and their hosts in the entire area, and punched through the sky that was still raining burning flesh and unwanted CD's. Deoxys brought the survivors to the ground, but before speaking, instantly fired an attack at the pond, revealing a mutant Pokemon...
THE TWO HEADED MOLTRES.
Deoxys couldn't react fast enough though, as the Two heads of Moltres unleashed a powerful blast of green and purple flames, dissolving his body with the sheer force. The Moltres investigated the place where Deoxys landed, seeing the gem that was in it's chest, and swallowed it as a reward. An impetuous Clefairy, one of the survivors, tackled the Moltres, hoping to fell it. Moltres put an end to such mutiny, with it's foot. Moltres was prepared to kill the others, they were living normal lives in the normal world, while he was a freak. He figured they would mock him for his appearance, but then he saw they were deformed and mangled just as he was. He began to pity them, and lamented that he had thought of killing them, and proposed to help them make a new world. However, his other head had other ideas, as while Moltres was talking, the other head was busy conversing with his minions, Edward, Bella, and Wolfface-guy. The other head decided that mass Genocide was the grand idea, that the world should only have Moltres in it, even though they were the last Moltres left, and they were mutated at that. He planned to strike at the team, but the Deoxys Gem in his shared belly exploded with energy as Deoxys renewed it's artificial body, parts of the moltres were flung into the outer reaches of the atmosphere, where they slowly froze in the cold harsh space. Deoxys then made short work of the traitorous trio, leaving only 4 remaining survivors. Deoxys wished to give them hope, even though they were the last Pokemon in Crosswinds Town, they were horribly ill and mutated, and weren't even of compatibility for reproduction. Sure there were more Pokemon across the eastern sea, but these Pokemon would never make it there. He was about to offer them words of hope, when he received a daunting message. He immediately disappeared from the spot, fleeing the area.
The four survivors looked around, it was finally over. They went through hell, and there wasn't even any explanation, but it seems some supreme being has had mercy and decided to help them. How could it have gotten to this? Why was no one protecting us these past months? Why were we ignored? All of these questions were irrelevant now, because somewhere, someone cared. And now it was time to rebuild their precious town, and hope for a glorious future for their prodigy.
Suddenly, the sky opened, showing Arceus with some figure on his back. The four survivors looked on him as a herald of great things to come, he would surely help them rebuild, wouldn't he? Soon though the figure on Arceus' back stirred, looked down upon the survivors through his rust colored beard and proclaimed in his strong hard voice...
"DIVIDE BY ZERO!!!"
and in an instant, the entire area that was Crosswinds Town, the entire area that encompassed the dungeons, everything ravaged by the horrors of the past months was gone. The survivors were wiped away, no longer having to endure any more pain. Everything that once was, was gone. Eradicated by the immense power... of one man.
... And all was dusty.
THE END. FOREVER. (maybe)