"Is that all you've got?" he taunted. I rushed, he dodged. "Surely your not forgetting what I did? To your village. I seem to remember you had some friends there."
I felt the anger rush through my body. A sheet of red blurred my vision as I remembered. My village, burning. Other Kuwagomon dying. My friends, and in the midst of it all, he laughed. "You, I'll kill you!" I yelled, my voice filled with rage.
"Yes," the dark Digimon said, goading me forward. Yes, hate me. Feel the anger, feel the rage. Your hate makes you strong."
I had enough. I charged, intent on tearing that digimon apart with my own claws. He jumped back, pointing at me. Three black gears flew, slamming into me, ripping right where the hand, his hand, had struck only minutes prior.
My vision blurred, the world seemed to be moving, everything was contorting, untill it seemed that reality itself was being torn apart. I could feel it, the pain, the anger, the rage, and through it all the hatred. The hatered of that black-hearted murderer. Only, I wanted to hate now.
Hatred, yes hatered. It grew through my body. Like a fire, a flame bursting through my body. A fire that grew until it consumed all, my mind, my soul, every essence of my being seemed on fire!
"The Digidestined will soon be here! Find them, and destroy them."
The Digidestined, yes, destruction. I roared, it was time to fulfill my masters order! It was time to destroy the Digidestined. Roaring, I flew out the window.
"Yes, Digidestined. Enjoy my present."
I flew. Roaring, charging. The fire, now a roaring holocaust flame. Burning everything, untill it burned the very essence of my being. I didn't think, couldn't think. I rammed through trees, guilded by the hatered that the black gears had instilled in me. The anger seemed to be guilding my body, guilding to where my eyes could not.
One, three, six, now seven Digimon charged me. They attacked, those insignificant fools. Didn't they know, they were no match for me?
Seven lights enfolded them. The Digimon, first small grew bigger. They then attacked. Each one adding its own abilities to the communal pool of damage.
I feel. The fire seemed to go out, and with the fire gone, the destruction it caused seemed to regenerate. I remembered it all, my villaage, my friends, but most of all the Digidestined, and the legend they held.
"Forgive me," a tear rolled down my eye. I don't know if anyone heard, or if anyone really cared. Those were my last thoughts.