Title: A Spark of Evil (V2.0)
Author: Sage Da Phreek
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money.
Description: AU, Teekays POV. A fictional occurrence in 01, before the eighth child arc.
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There is a darkness hiding behind my eyes. So much I can see the world turning black. I can see the black light infecting every plant, every digimon, and every human. And they, all of them, are counting on me.
I'm only one.
I cannot be glowing.
But I am. I'm glowing darkness. My crest? No my crest can't. It won't.
I'm cold.
"Child of Darkness," the voice makes be blink in surprise.
I turn. She's standing there. She holds a promise. A promise of unlimited power, and freedom. My blue eyes try to penetrate her stare. Her stare behind those dark glasses. I can't see them. I can't see them like I can't see the future.
I have my decision.
"I will."
My answer is simple. I made her a promise, a promise I don't know if I can keep. A false promise, bringing false hope. The irony hits me like the ground meeting the sky.
It starts.
The dark energy makes her silvery white hair leave her shoulders as it rises out of her being. It makes her seem so much more human. And as it consumes Patamon it makes him seem more like my future. It forms and shapes the newest minion of darkness. It excites me that I will be able to control everything.
'Stop!' Matt's voice warns in my head. I will not stop. Not for Matt or anyone else. For I am the Darkness. I am the master. I have the control. But who would think that a little boy like me held the key. I am a little boy untainted.
Powerful hands pick me up and we soar. My digimon, Dark-Angimon, Black as the deep shadows of the night, as black as the world behind my eyes.
I like it.
The freedom, and the power. The power to destroy the one who gave the gift. So she can never take it back. So I can like in control forever.
"Destroy her," I command in my little boys voice.
And he obeys. Darkrings of power encircle the white haired woman and squeeze till she falls limp. Her body being reconsumed by the digital world.
Destruction.
She's gone. I'm alone. In deep shadows. I made a promise and no one can take it from me.
From the light I see a shred of hope return to me. And my Digimon is consumed by the light. His skin whitens, his hair goes from red to blond and his loin cloth lightens to blue.
I know that the darkness is gone. She is gone. She'll be back though. And the darkness with it.
TBC
Feedback welcome at the_crazy_freek@yahoo.com
Author: Sage Da Phreek
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money.
Description: AU, Teekays POV. A fictional occurrence in 01, before the eighth child arc.
@^^@^^@^^
There is a darkness hiding behind my eyes. So much I can see the world turning black. I can see the black light infecting every plant, every digimon, and every human. And they, all of them, are counting on me.
I'm only one.
I cannot be glowing.
But I am. I'm glowing darkness. My crest? No my crest can't. It won't.
I'm cold.
"Child of Darkness," the voice makes be blink in surprise.
I turn. She's standing there. She holds a promise. A promise of unlimited power, and freedom. My blue eyes try to penetrate her stare. Her stare behind those dark glasses. I can't see them. I can't see them like I can't see the future.
I have my decision.
"I will."
My answer is simple. I made her a promise, a promise I don't know if I can keep. A false promise, bringing false hope. The irony hits me like the ground meeting the sky.
It starts.
The dark energy makes her silvery white hair leave her shoulders as it rises out of her being. It makes her seem so much more human. And as it consumes Patamon it makes him seem more like my future. It forms and shapes the newest minion of darkness. It excites me that I will be able to control everything.
'Stop!' Matt's voice warns in my head. I will not stop. Not for Matt or anyone else. For I am the Darkness. I am the master. I have the control. But who would think that a little boy like me held the key. I am a little boy untainted.
Powerful hands pick me up and we soar. My digimon, Dark-Angimon, Black as the deep shadows of the night, as black as the world behind my eyes.
I like it.
The freedom, and the power. The power to destroy the one who gave the gift. So she can never take it back. So I can like in control forever.
"Destroy her," I command in my little boys voice.
And he obeys. Darkrings of power encircle the white haired woman and squeeze till she falls limp. Her body being reconsumed by the digital world.
Destruction.
She's gone. I'm alone. In deep shadows. I made a promise and no one can take it from me.
From the light I see a shred of hope return to me. And my Digimon is consumed by the light. His skin whitens, his hair goes from red to blond and his loin cloth lightens to blue.
I know that the darkness is gone. She is gone. She'll be back though. And the darkness with it.
TBC
Feedback welcome at the_crazy_freek@yahoo.com