20 feet- By DDT
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon or any other references made to copyrighted material
Note: I will be Referred to as DDT for that is short for Dark digimon tamer. Duh!
-----Chapter 1: The lair------
I was hiding in my lair (cave) when this terrible feeling came upon me. This feeling I have had before, it was a feeling of hate, the darkest hate. This feeling came every time I thought of they. I wanted nothing more than to crush they. I am greater than them; I have the will to rule the universe. They are the digi-destined. It is they who I want to defeat. Then I can have glory and take their show. My target is the seasons three tamers; they are the ones who forced me too live in this miserable place. This dark wretched cave is my lair. This is where I have been hatching my plan to revolt against they. I have been in this cave for quite some time. Those miserable kids put me here with the help of some digimon friends. They were able to keep me here by spreading the most EVIL digimon across the land in front of my lair. This digimon is KOROMON, The foulest creature in the digital world. My only weakness. It is like kryptonite on superman. My faithful buddy, Devimon, protects me. If a koromon wanders into my lair it is shooed out by my companion. Later, it was my own fear that made Devimon afraid too. When he and I put our hearts together we can take on the Koromon. That is how I plan to defeat the Koromon. I will be executing my plan tomorrow.
"Master," Devimon hissed in his demonic voice, "we must rest, for we have a big day ahead of us." I stood up from my rock and replied with a drowsy tone, "Yes my friend I want us prepared for a full attack on those wretched beasts." My companion stretched his massive body and opened his wings gesturing me to lie on them. I snuggled close to him, as I had always done, and then we exchanged goodnights.
As I lie in my bed, waiting for the "sandman" I was thinking deeply for I was depressed. My soul felt dark and memories of my past manifested in my head. I was just an infant when I was abandoned at on orphanage. I grew up there, eating the shit they served. It was a dark time. The head master beat us with Mr. Switch. This was the name for the whip. It was a long rope, covered in tar. The end separated into 3 pieces with leather straps at the end. As I lay there I could still feel the scars. Then I was 11 again. I was so sick of that orphanage. I was planning a revolt. My plan had worked successfully. I had gotten out of bed one night. I walked silently to the headmasters chambers. I was able to pick the lock with Julie's bobby pin. She was my only friend. I snuck into that foul smelling room and saw a Grandfather clock leaning against the wall. I scooted it over inch by inch towards the wretched mans bed. Once close enough, I let it fall. I quickly ran until I could run no more. I climbed the iron gates and got free. My last thoughts were of Julie, then I sleep came.
I was in my "bed" and suddenly got up. A bolt of lighting flashed lighting my lair and to my horror the Koromon had gotten inside! I gasped for breath as I tried to wake my pal, only to find he was dead. I screamed in horror as the koromon drew closer to me. I backed into a corner. They were closing in fast. So close I felt their hot sticky breath. Just as they jumped to harm me, I woke up screaming. Devimon heard me and got up abruptly. "What is the matter master," he asked.
"Nothing, I just had a nightmare," I replied between gasps of breath, "let us sleep again." We then lay down in the normal position and slept. I woke up the next morning to the sound of my pal cooking breakfast. "Whatcha cooking," I asked in a weary voice.
"That would be field rat stuffed with worm guts and a glass of morning dew." he replied happily, "been saving it for this special day."
"Yummmmmmm," I said while licking my lips. This was a rare dish because the only way to get it was to venture outside, with the koromon. We gobbled the food very quickly, and then downed the dew. "That was delicious," I said between licking the leaf it had been served on.
"Why thank you master," he replied while cleaning up the mess. I started to dress in front of the reflection pool in the corner of my lair. I saw myself, my dark narrow eyes, and small mouth, and my proud dark hair that went in every direction. I wore a long cape, black on the outside red inside. My pants and shirt were ragged and dark. I was proud of my looks. I looked fearsome in my perspective. "It is time master," muttered Devimon. I walked with him to the end of the cave and stepped out into the bright daylight...
Disclaimer: I do not own digimon or any other references made to copyrighted material
Note: I will be Referred to as DDT for that is short for Dark digimon tamer. Duh!
-----Chapter 1: The lair------
I was hiding in my lair (cave) when this terrible feeling came upon me. This feeling I have had before, it was a feeling of hate, the darkest hate. This feeling came every time I thought of they. I wanted nothing more than to crush they. I am greater than them; I have the will to rule the universe. They are the digi-destined. It is they who I want to defeat. Then I can have glory and take their show. My target is the seasons three tamers; they are the ones who forced me too live in this miserable place. This dark wretched cave is my lair. This is where I have been hatching my plan to revolt against they. I have been in this cave for quite some time. Those miserable kids put me here with the help of some digimon friends. They were able to keep me here by spreading the most EVIL digimon across the land in front of my lair. This digimon is KOROMON, The foulest creature in the digital world. My only weakness. It is like kryptonite on superman. My faithful buddy, Devimon, protects me. If a koromon wanders into my lair it is shooed out by my companion. Later, it was my own fear that made Devimon afraid too. When he and I put our hearts together we can take on the Koromon. That is how I plan to defeat the Koromon. I will be executing my plan tomorrow.
"Master," Devimon hissed in his demonic voice, "we must rest, for we have a big day ahead of us." I stood up from my rock and replied with a drowsy tone, "Yes my friend I want us prepared for a full attack on those wretched beasts." My companion stretched his massive body and opened his wings gesturing me to lie on them. I snuggled close to him, as I had always done, and then we exchanged goodnights.
As I lie in my bed, waiting for the "sandman" I was thinking deeply for I was depressed. My soul felt dark and memories of my past manifested in my head. I was just an infant when I was abandoned at on orphanage. I grew up there, eating the shit they served. It was a dark time. The head master beat us with Mr. Switch. This was the name for the whip. It was a long rope, covered in tar. The end separated into 3 pieces with leather straps at the end. As I lay there I could still feel the scars. Then I was 11 again. I was so sick of that orphanage. I was planning a revolt. My plan had worked successfully. I had gotten out of bed one night. I walked silently to the headmasters chambers. I was able to pick the lock with Julie's bobby pin. She was my only friend. I snuck into that foul smelling room and saw a Grandfather clock leaning against the wall. I scooted it over inch by inch towards the wretched mans bed. Once close enough, I let it fall. I quickly ran until I could run no more. I climbed the iron gates and got free. My last thoughts were of Julie, then I sleep came.
I was in my "bed" and suddenly got up. A bolt of lighting flashed lighting my lair and to my horror the Koromon had gotten inside! I gasped for breath as I tried to wake my pal, only to find he was dead. I screamed in horror as the koromon drew closer to me. I backed into a corner. They were closing in fast. So close I felt their hot sticky breath. Just as they jumped to harm me, I woke up screaming. Devimon heard me and got up abruptly. "What is the matter master," he asked.
"Nothing, I just had a nightmare," I replied between gasps of breath, "let us sleep again." We then lay down in the normal position and slept. I woke up the next morning to the sound of my pal cooking breakfast. "Whatcha cooking," I asked in a weary voice.
"That would be field rat stuffed with worm guts and a glass of morning dew." he replied happily, "been saving it for this special day."
"Yummmmmmm," I said while licking my lips. This was a rare dish because the only way to get it was to venture outside, with the koromon. We gobbled the food very quickly, and then downed the dew. "That was delicious," I said between licking the leaf it had been served on.
"Why thank you master," he replied while cleaning up the mess. I started to dress in front of the reflection pool in the corner of my lair. I saw myself, my dark narrow eyes, and small mouth, and my proud dark hair that went in every direction. I wore a long cape, black on the outside red inside. My pants and shirt were ragged and dark. I was proud of my looks. I looked fearsome in my perspective. "It is time master," muttered Devimon. I walked with him to the end of the cave and stepped out into the bright daylight...