Knight of the Staff: Greetings you puny mortals! It is I, The Knight of the Staff, here once more to bring you another fic.

Pinmon: Er hem....This author does not own digimon.

Knight of the Staff: You're not supposed to say that until I'm done ranting!

Pinmon: Well...aren't you?

Knight of the Staff: Well....yeah...but that's not the point! Oh well...I want all you who read this to know that I shall not be updating it until it receives at least five reviews....from different people!

Pinmon: Whatever....just R & R would you?

Knight of the Staff: Grrrr....stupid partner is stealing my spotlight......

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I closed the door to my room, and leaned against it.

I could still hear them fighting.

Every day it was the same. The same crap, day in and day out.

I locked my door and dropped my bag. It fell with a thud to the floor. I walked over to my computer and sat down. I closed my eyes and sighed......god...was I sick of life.

I clenched my hand and punched the computer table. All I succeeded in doing was bruising my knuckles upon the thick, sturdy oak.

"Pathetic..." I told myself as I rubbed my hand.

It was true...I was pathetic. I knew I was, so I didn't try to deny it. I had always been, and would remain a pathetic, friendless loser.

I had never had friends, I didn't deserve them. That fact was reinforced every day of the living hell I called my life. At school I was tormented, physically and psychologically. My guidance counselor once suggested that I should try befriending those who hurt me. When I told him that was a great idea, he smiled and said he'd see me in a week.

I guess that man has never heard of the term sarcasm.

Daily beatings, name calling, and at least a once a week shove, down the stairs, was all the proof I needed to see that I could never have friends.

Hell..., even the teachers made fun of me. Especially the P.E. teacher. He found it especially amusing when I was always picked last, or when he would make us jump hurdles. That always got a laugh as I could never jump completely over them, and repeatedly fell.

"Come on fatty! Jump!" the other guys in my class would yell, causing them and the teacher to laugh even harder.

Yeah.....it was real funny.

I rubbed my head, I had been getting headaches more often over the years. I could still hear my parents yelling at each other over me. They seemed to always be fighting now.

"It's your fault he's bullied at school! You had to mother him and protect him so much!"

"He's my son! You've no right to say how I should raise him!"

"He's my son too! Damn you woman! It's your fault he's so weak!"

They quieted down then...perhaps afraid I might hear them. It was too late, I had heard and all the times before. They both thought I was pathetic as well.

It wasn't my fault....I never asked to be born. Why was I put through such hell every day? What did I do? What kind of atrocity could I have committed in a past life that deserved this?

Did anyone ever ask how I was doing? No.... Did anyone ever tell me they cared what I thought? No....

Would any of this ever change? Would I ever have friends? Would I ever be loved!?! The answer remained the same....no.

I realized this and closed my eyes, trying to keep in the tears.

I guess I had always hoped that someday...somehow...it'd all change. But, I realized it would never change.

"Why..." I whispered, I clenched my hands and hit the desk again. "Why!?!" I said to myself louder this time.

I had to do something. I had to feel something. Anything to get away from my problems. Pain...pain would work. Pain would distract me from my life, at least...for a little while.

I punched the desk again...it didn't work...it hurt, but not enough! I need a lot of pain! The more the better! I looked at my computer screen...at the screensaver that was a smiley face floating around.

I don't know why...but I felt angry at it. I grabbed the sides of the monitor with my hands. I stared at it angrily...mad that it couldn't feel...jealous of the fact...I hated it.

I wanted pain...and I got it. I smashed my forehead into the top of the monitor. The first impact made my eyes spin, and it hurt like hell. I smiled, and did it again, over and over. Soon enough my forehead was a bloody bruised mess. My blood had literally bathed the computer screen, as if thought someone had painted a red haze over it.

I slumped back in my chair...letting the blood flow down my face. I didn't care...the pain was actually soothing. It overrode everything else, blocked out the thoughts of my life. Pain was good, the only thing right in my life so far.

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Meanwhile, in a dimension that is so similar, yet so different from out own. A being floated in darkness, was suspended in it. There was no feeling for him, no light, no warmth, no cold....nothing. Nothing but him and his own thoughts.

Blood....Pain....Despair....yes, these were things I knew well.

I floated in the darkness...alone.

I had only myself to blame for being here.

This was my hell...my debt to be paid for all the suffering I had caused.

I had been a fool...I realized that now. I had spent an eternity here, in the darkness. Feeling nothing...except my own guilt.

I had not even been allowed to be reborn...so horrible were my deeds.

I had tortured, killed, and murdered. All for my pleasure. I mistreated everyone, even my loyal servants. I made them fear me...made them serve me out of pain instead of choice. I had cared for no one...thought it a weakness. All others were beneath me in my eyes!

What a fool I was....

Now though....I sensed....something....

I felt...another...

Their pain...their despair...it called to my own....

I needed to meet this being....perhaps...perhaps we could help each other....

I cried out in my prison of darkness....cried for forgiveness....cried out to be allowed to help this other tortured soul....

"Please! Forgive me! I am sorry!"

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Nothing answered me....I was not surprised....

I wept....

I had finally felt there was something good I could do....and it was denied me.....was I never to be given another chance?

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Watching in amazement, four glowing figures, invisible to him, commented on his current state of being.

"He weeps..."

"Yes...perhaps...perhaps he really has changed his ways..."

"It could be a trick."

"Look into his heart then...you can see it...the spark of light that is forming."

"Yes...if we do not give him this chance....that spark may extinguish forever..."

"So? Is that not exactly what he tried to do? He tried to take over the worlds! He tortured, and hunted down his prisoners like cattle! Why should he be released? Why should he be allowed back?"

"He is not going back to that quadrant....he would be destroyed on sight."

"Besides...everyone...no matter how evil they have been....deserves a second chance."

"Yes...let us send him....send him to the one whose very blood calls out in need of deliverance..."

"It is decided then."

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The pain was starting to numb....and gradually disappear. I had a tremendous headache...and I was starting to see spots of light.

I shook my head...which only made me dizzy. I could focus a little more.

I frowned...I didn't want the pain to go away. When it did, I would have to go back to focusing on my life. I couldn't do that.

I rubbed my eyes to clear the spots...and ready myself for more pain.

I blinked repeatedly...then stared slack-jawed. The spots of light weren't disappearing....in fact...they seemed to be coming from my computer!

Beams of white light were forcing their way through the dried, and still sticky blood. The light actually broke through and caused some to fall off!

I backed up...shaking my head harder....I had to be hallucinating.

Soon I was covering my eyes from the intensity of the light. I think I started yelling....but then I knew nothing but darkness....sweet, blessed, peaceful darkness.

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My tears stopped falling from my eyes....for I had no more to weep.

I remained in a state of depression, sure that I had had a chance...and lost it.

I had felt as if I could have actually helped somebody! That I could start my atonement for my sins!

It wasn't fair! I...I...

I was once feared and hated. I had thrived on it! I didn't want that anymore. I just....I wanted another chance! To show the world that I had changed!

That being I had felt....I...I felt they needed me! I could have helped them! It's as if I could feel them....smell them even......a scent....a scent of blood?

My mouth automatically watered at the thought...and I forced myself under control. I would never do that to a sentient being again....

A burst of bright light caused me to shield my eyes. I yelled and felt myself being moved. Faster and faster I went...I could feel the wind rushing past me.

The scent of blood grew stronger....and I hungered...

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I was pulled back into the world of waking by the sound of something being smashed.

The light had finally faded away, and I heard a loud "Ooooofffff!!!!"

I rubbed my eyes hard...and opened them.

Only to stare at what I found before me.

A tall, thin man, wearing a blue suit and red cape was kneeling on the floor, my chair having been crushed under him. He was very pale looking, and wearing a crimson mask over his eyes. Two small fangs were extended over his bottom lip. I immediately recognized him...although, I knew it wasn't possible.

In my bedroom, on my floor, was none other than Myotismon, an actual digimon!

I returned to the blessed realm of unconsciousness.

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Knight of the Staff: Well...what'd you think? Be honest!

Pinmon: ......that was the stupidest piece of crap I've ever read.

Knight of the Staff: Hey! That's it! I'm sick of your attitude! If you don't straighten up....then....then, uh...no ice cream for a month!

Pinmon: What!?! Noooo!!!! Okay! This was a great fic! You people better review! I want my ice cream! Remember...at least 5 before it's updated!

Knight of the Staff: Why do I get the feeling that they'll listen to you more than me? Oh well.....so long for now foolish mortals, and as always, Boo Ha Ha!