((Full Summary))Beelzemon is trying to rule the digital world. Not the real world, he doesn't care about the real world, but his generals were promised something, and so he sends them to open the gate to their new kingdom. As usual, the digi-destined get in the way of his wishes.
((Disclaimer)) I do not own Digimon or any of it's creatures, just my specific characters and interpretation of characters.
((Warnings and rating reasons)) The series is rated T because I am prone to blood and gore, as well as minor adult language. Chapter warning; Violence, blood, fighting.
Prologue.
They weren't supposed to wander off, they weren't supposed to go anywhere alone, because they were weak separated. Yet, Jenna and her partner, a Gabumon named Morn, were walking along the edge of a plateau, below them was a steep fall, then sand that would end in a long tumble to the bottom. Someone could survive the fall, if there weren't sharp rocks hidden just beneath the surface, their points occasionally peaking the surface as the wind shifted the sand. Beyond that, a desert, but behind them were plains that lead to a forest.
Jenna sat down with her feet hanging off the edge of the plateau, and then she was joined by Morn as he looked down, still standing hesitantly. "This area is rather dangerous, Jenna." He stated, watching her legs as they swung back and forth, heels touching the cliff wall before kicking forwards again. "Don't you think we should have stayed with the others?"
Jenna smiled at her companion, her blue eyes showing no nervousness. "Don't worry, Morn, we're perfectly capable of protecting ourselves from Devimon or Guardromon." She told him confidently. Though Morn probably couldn't handle them both at once, he'd be able to handle them until help had arrived, but they usually came one at a time, anyway. The Gabumon smiled, reassured by her words.
However, it was no more than a few seconds when they were greeted by a voice they did not recognize. Both set of eyes, blue and purple, turned to the vampire-like creature behind them. His lips were twisted in a grin, showing sharp fangs that sent shivers down the duo's backs. "Oh, I'm sure you have nothing to fear, after all, you are all alone and quite... Vulnerable." The Myotismon said, his deep blue eyes narrowed as he smirked.
Jenna stood quickly as Morn stood protectively in front of her. Her eyes widened as she looked the evil digimon over. She recognized him from the show she had watched, he was one of the bad guys in the first season. He had taken a lot of effort to defeat... then he digivolved into something worse. The teen wasn't even sure if Morn would be able to hold him off long enough for the others to notice the battle in the distance. There could be no possible way that this digimon was on their side, and seeing as it was evening, he was just going to get stronger as the battle went on. Jenna hadn't even found her crest, like some of the others had. "Come now," Myotismon said. "Not even a proper greeting? That's a little rude, don't you think?" He acted as if he were offended, then on the last word, bats came out of the skies.
Jenna ducked and jumped away from the edge, finding herself growing closer to the evil digimon. "Morn, Digivolve!" She cried, pulling out her digivice. The light hit the Gabumon and his body shifted within a second into the wolf that was Garurumon. Morn snarled and leaped at the Myotismon, his mouth releasing a mist of cold air as he attacked with an ice fang.
Jenna moved quickly to get away from the edge and away from Myotismon. The Virus digimon easily evaded Morn's attack, staying close enough to send a shadowy, dark claw all across the Garurumon's side. Morn roared in pain, and Jenna froze as she saw the blood splatter against the ground. Her heart raced, she had to do something to help him. Morn seemed to ignore the pain as he turned back to Myotismon, his jaws opening wide to send a Howling Blaster at his opponent. Jenna reached down and picked up a rock, then as the attack was shot, she through the stone at Myotismon to distract him. He simply caught it without even looking, then jumped into the air to avoid the blast.
As the evil digimon floated in the air, a dark sphere formed in his hands. "Morn, look out!" but it was too late, the Garurumon had tried to take advantage of Myotismon's inability to change direction in his jump, not knowing he could fly, and was already leaping into the air after him, another Howling Blaster forming in his powerful jaws.
For a moment, Morn was engulfed in darkness, and Jenna gasped, eyes wide in worry and fear. As the shadows cleared, a Tsunomon fell to the ground and his partner cried out. The brunette ran over to the spike-headed digimon, but the ground in front of her exploded, throwing her back, almost pushing her over the edge. "Morn!" She cried, then winced in pain. Her legs and arms were riddled with cuts from the jagged bits of rock that had gone flying when Myotismon's attack hit the ground.
"That was rather easy," He noted, smirking as he stalked towards the girl. Jenna's eyes were only on the little Tsunomon as he lay unconscious, and her mind barely registered what he said. "I thought you digi-destined were supposed to 'save' the worlds? Seems like you can't even save yourselves." He laughed, then turned back to Morn. He swung his arm and another blast of shadows went straight towards the in-training digimon.
"No!" Jenna shrieked. The little monster disappeared in the shadows, but nothing was there when they dissolved. Her blue eyes widened and filled with tears. "Morn!" She cried. "How could you!" The teen stumbled to her feet and glared at the evil digimon, who simply narrowed his eyes and smirked. Jenna balled her fists and shook slightly, in both fear and shock, as the Vampire-like monster began to slowly, casually stroll towards her. She couldn't think straight for a moment and took a step back.
Her foot landed on earth, but the edge cracked and she slipped. A cry slipped from her lips and Jenna barely caught herself, but she was hanging precariously over the sharp rock hiding sand, thirty feet off the nearest ground below. She had been too busy looking down in fright that she'd forgotten to look up, but a sharp pain in on of her hand brought her face upwards. The sun hid his features in a fearsome silhouette, and though her hand would have normally flinched away by then, Myotismon's foot pinned it to where it was. He kicked one of her hands down, leaving her hanging from the fingers he had pinned.
Myotismon crouched down, his foot painfully shifting on her fingers, but still leaving them pinned. Jenna's arm and shoulder were beginning to grow sore from the stretch, and she had unfortunately shifted so that her other arm could no longer reach the edge. The blue-eyed girl glanced down fearfully before looking back up at Myotismon. He grinned. "Looks like one digi-destined will be out of our way." He commented, then lifted his foot.
It felt longer than it was when Jenna fell, but she could only really watch as Myotismon stood and disappeared from her view. She landed in a thankfully soft bit of sand, but couldn't control the rolling. Jenna tumbled down, cut, scraped, stabbed and bruised by the rocks hidden beneath the sand, when she finally stopped she had fallen unconscious from a hit to the head, and no longer remembered what happened next.