Novelistofthesky knocked on a door quickly and waited patiently.
Novelist : I don't think he's in...
Dowski : Where is he? I haven't seen Etiger in a while..
Novelist : I don't know but would you stop breathing on me so heavily? Dear god..
Dowski : That's not me.
Both turned to see the large lumbering figure of Black Wargreymon.
Black Wargreymon : he does not wished to be disturbed.
Dowski : bu-
Black Wargreymon : Terra Destroyer!
Novelist : Oh shi-!
I'm back with another update mwahahaha...can you tell I've had a lot of caffeine today?
I'm not sure when the next update will be as I'm starting uni as of this friday and then I have two weeks of important duties such as D.P.N.D (Drinking, partying and not dying).
I hope you read, enjoy and review. See you in the next chapter.
Dangerous red's stretched across the sky, waves lapped nearby at the edge of the desert. Beautiful golden sand lay untouched spreading endlessly. Two figures stood , staring at the red tint of the morning sky. The young man's white coat moved slightly in the wind.
"We're nearly finished aren't we?" Lightmon asked as he inhaled the fresh crisp warm air. Will didn't take his eyes away from the ominous sky. It was a warning.
"I suppose we are." Will said quietly, his voice nearly drowned out by the waves. The two of them had been Guardians long enough, their time was coming to a close.
"What happens next?" Lightmon asked meekly. Will knew Lightmon wasn't looking forward to the end. It gave them a sense of duty, a purpose. They knew how to help others, it was what they were good at.
"Gennai will pick our successor and he or she will take over what we do." Will felt a pang of sadness. It was time to finish. The end drawing ever closer. He carefully looked over the sleeves of his coat. He couldn't imagine someone else taking over, someone else wearing it. For years he had wanted nothing more than to just go to university like everyone else, struggle to find a job, go to the pub. He understood now, he loved being a Guardian, it was what he did. He fought to protect.
"Does that mean we can't see Sora, Matt and the others anymore?" Sadness screamed through the tones of Lightmon's tiny voice. Will knew what he was worried about. Lightmon was worried he wouldn't see Biyomon and Gabumon. A strange calm fury built up in Will's heart, a firey determination pumped through his veins, almost sending a chill down his spine as he brimmed with energy.
"I'd like to see them try and stop us." Will folded his arms and turned his eyes to the sky. He knew it was a distinct possibility the Guardians would try and stop them seeing Sora and Matt, but nothing would get in his way. He didn't care if it was the Guardians, the Royal Knights or even the new Guardian who would replace him. He'd fight them all and he knew Lightmon felt exactly the same.
"We could always go and annoy Trace." Lightmon suggested in his usual cheerful voice. Will raised an eyebrow before he remembered. Rumour had spread that Trace was stepping down as head of the Messengers soon.
"I've an even better idea." Will grinned madly. Lightmon raised a single clawed finger to his lower lip and titled his head.
"Well, we could pick up Trace and go annoy Alex on the Isle. I'm sure he'd love to have us again." Lightmon grinned and his eyes lit up.
"Has he calmed down about the giant purple cow we drew on his building?" Lightmon sniggered as he remember the handy work of himself and Black Wargreymon. Alex had chased Will and Trace with a large stick for a good hour after. Will and Lightmon burst into laughter. The red sky caught Will's attention again. Even though his crest was the same colour, the red dawn has always brought bad things. There was a red dawn when his old team leader had disappeared, there was a red dawn when Alpha Strikemon attacked Odaiba and there had been a red dawn when himself, Trace and Alex had become surrounded by enemies when searching for an older Guardian, Alex Stone. A red dawn was never a good thing.
Trace whinced slightly as another line of fire ripped through the desert along his perimeter.
"It's still advancing!" A Knightmon called out from beisde him. Trace braced himself as smoke and fumes that smelt horribly like a mixture of sulphur and coffee cascaded into the sky. Trace turned and watched as Hannah stepped back, the permieter they had established slowly crumbling. Trace had decided if they couldn't assault it, they'd hold it. He had convinced the Digimon of the village and the Digidestined to fire warning shots, it eventually turned into a hail and storm of attacks that formed a line. A line that was slowly inching towards them.
"Try and hold Hannah!" Trace held his arm out, indicating they couldn't move any further back. Hannah nodded as her partner, Garudamon launched another huge firey blast.
"Tiran! Any sign of Leya?" Trace asked as he turned on the spot to his right, to see the British Digidestined brace himself as a strong aftershock raced past him, rattling some of the smaller Digimon nearby.
"You mean that girl that was with you? No, haven't seen her!" He replied in a deep british accent as his partner, a giant metal sea serpent let loose a terrifying chaotic blast.
"River of power!" The Metal Sedramon's white blast burnt a trench into the desert floor. A sickly sweet smell rose into the air. Trace felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, he hadn't seen Leya for a day now. He'd asked her to investigate the local area. An unearthly scream pierced the air as the black creture rumbled closer. It had grown simply gigantic in a short amount of time. It was bigger than any Digimon they had ever faced before , towering into the clouds and stretching along the desert like a black wall of rotten flesh and mutated limbs. Pale misty white lights began to orbit the creature. Hundreds if not thousands of red circles had sprung up across it's body, firing off at one minute interval at the Digidestined and the village. Izzy had been working flat out in the real world to identify it and without Alex , it was taking a long time. Trace had also lost contact with Gennai and Tai's team was no where to be heard or seen. They were completely alone in this battle. Trace felt a shiver run down his skin as he memorised the light grey transparent mist that had begun to cover the black creature. A doubt suddenly leaked into his mind. He had rallied the village and refugees to stand together, but nothing was working. A small inkling of fear beganto rise inside Trace, a tiny little shiver in his ankle that trickled and surged untill his entire leg was shaking. The closer the creature got, the more his body shook and became paralyzed at the huge darkness before him.
"Terra Destroyer!" Dark violent red flames erupted and drowned the sand and other attacks out, the heat from the attack causing sweat to to dampen Trace's hair. The heat did nothing but lull him further into his fear, drowning him in doubt as the sheer size of the creature began to block out the sun. The shadow now covered everyone and the first wall of the village. The tinest and most miniscule of feelings bubbled up and his body followed.
"Tiran, get people out of here and take the Digimon with you." Trace ordered, before Tiran had a chance to respond or for even Hannah to question it, he continued.
"Hannah, we're going to hold out here, give them a chance to escape and wait for Leya. We'll pull back when they're at a safe distance." Trace stepped forward and nodded at Black Wargreymon before the black dragon warrior shot off into the sky again. Hannah said nothing and turned back to face Garudamon who had followed Black Wargreymon's lead. Trace felt his heart skip a beat , he hoped he had just made a good choice.
"I will stand with you." Trace turned to the Knightmon near him who had vowed to watch over the Digidestined. His voice was strong and confident. Hannah and Trace turned at the same time , noticing the group of Digimon and humans filing away as fast as possible. Explosions broke out all around them as the ground rocked, Trace fell to one knee. It was getting too close now. Trace pulled himself back up, the fear and doubt gone, now replaced with a hollow anger. The Knightmon nearby had begun to mutter and chat, almost as if he was praying, as he held his sword closely and bent his head. Trace could only make out one sentence of the chaos.
"And the white wolf shall lead us to ruin." Trace never had time to question it as something ripped past him.
"Catch!" A large heavy white coat smacked Trace in the face. Trace pulled the offensive coat off himself as he turned and watched a white blur blitz across the desert, a human on the back of it.
"Will! It's dangerous! Stay back!" Trace called out, praying his friend had heard him. Will simply waved back in response with a chaotic grin. Black spear like limbs began to crash around the wolf as Strikemon dodged them left and right, leaping and zig zagging with pure and simple ease. One came close, forcing the wolf up a dune. Strikemon pushed himself harder so he didn't lose any speed. Within moments Strikemon rocketed across the dune, racing ever closer to the creature. Without warning, the giant white wolf leapt straight at the black creature. No one was sure what to do as the black creature simply absorbed the wolf and his partner in a tiny rippled across the melting flesh.
"Will!" Was all Trace could call out.
A bone chillingly cold rose up, snapping Will awake. He blinked rapidly a few times before realising everything around him was black. Jet black. Only a few misty grey lights beamed above him. Will shifted slightly realising his feet were trapped in what appeared to be a sludge that emitted a foul stench. He cocked an eye brow.
"Reminds me of the cake Trace made for Jesse." Will cringed as he remembered the mutated chocolate cake Trace had made for his girlfriend. Will and Alex had been the test subjects. A second chill ran across his spine as he remembered the after effects.
"A little hel here would be nice. This was your idea after all!" A voice called out nearby him. Turning, Will saw Strikemon with a slimy rigid limb tying him down around his mid section. Will moved to take a step before he crashed down on his face. He coughed and spat out any black liquid.
"Look's like we're stuck." Will staggered up as he wiped his mouth.
"You are my guests. You do not have permission to move." Will rolled his eyes as a voice boomed around them with sinister intentions dripping from every vowel. Strikemon replied with a fierce growl as another limb wrapped it's self around his back leg. He couldn't fire off an attack because of where Will had landed.
"So come on, where are you?" Will called out as he folded his arms. The slugde infront of him began to bubble rapidly as it began to rise in a fountain of black slime. Will checked his watch and scowled. The shape quickly molded itself into a human shape, a very familiar human shape. The black sludge had taken on the appearance of an old team mate who had died during the Alpha incident. The curves, the hair , the height, it was pefect. Except for the eyes, the eyes gave it away as small shiny dots with fake life in it. It jerked its feminine head as if getting used to a new body.
"I found this collection of data rather important to you." The creature spoke, it's voice was deeply masculine and ominous, echoing at the same time.
"Taking the shape of my old team mate, subtle." Will's voice became harsh and sharp. He recognised the appearance of the black humanoid creature as Lianne. A Digidestined from his original team who had sacrificed herself to release Azulongmon during the Alpha incident. Azulongmon had become a vital member of the defense, fighting Alpha Strikemon himself in the skies of Odaiba. She had been his best friend.
"Why are you here?" The ominous voice boomed again. Each word pushed Will further and further into a blind rage as the lips of the black creature moved.
"Haven't figured it out yet? I'm here to kill you." Will spat out. Strikemon growled to chime in as another limb tied him down.
"Just how would you do that?" The voice boomed , on the verge of laughter as it mocked him.
"I know what you are." Will replied simply as everything went silent.
"I am all powerful. You are nothin-" Before the voice could finish, Will cut in.
"You're a collection of data from every deleted Digimon in history fused together in a mutation, the more dominant parts taking over. For example, that mocking tone? I remember Devimon had that." Will laughed for a moment.
"You're the living deleted!" Will burst into laughter. He'd always had a small love for zombie films and now he was inside a giant zombie Digimon.
"Do not mock me!" The voice boomed as the darkness literally rippled, an ear piercing sound emitting itself from the very vibration. WIll frowned.
"Fine, I'll just delete you." Will reached for his Digivice on his belt as the tiniest flash of light burst out either side of him. He felt his body jerk harshly in two different directions. Before he knew it, his two arms were held out, black slime wrapped around his wrists. He was trapped.
"Do you really think you are powerful enough to stop me alone? Those fools out there were not enough. You are one man. You are weak." Laughter bellowed around the infinite space as the Lianne shaped mockery reared it's head back in triumphant laughter.
"Knowledge is power. I already told you, I know what you are. I also know how you came to exist. The Digital beings tried to make a weapon that consisted of old data. Somehow, that data came alive so they sealed it away in a tower and buried the tower. You're just an abomination." Will smirked, smugness dripping from his voice. Strikemon pushed himself up , the limbs stretching and pulling as one tore. Within seconds it was replaced with several more. Strikemon growled and beared his razor sharp teeth.
"I am more powerful than any of the Digimon I have absorbed. I am ever growing and forevering becomming stronger. You failed to stop me when I was at my weakest. I shall consume the Sovereigns and my strength shall become infitie. I will spread across this world and make it my war vessel. I shall remove all life from the multi-verse! I am-"
"Boring!" Will cut in. "I've heard it all before. The speech of how powerful you are and what you want to do. I've heard it from four demon knights, three king Digimon, two angry vampires and one , quite frankly, cranky blue blob. You're not different. Bottom line, I'll stop you." Will tensed and began to pull at the black slimb, focusing all his strength into breaking free. The term "multi-verse" pinged around his mind but was quickly forgotten.
"You are weak. How do you plan to stop me? I will snuff out the light of this world and make it my own." The voice became sinister and cruel as if deciding the best way to kill a victim.
"Simple. No matter how many you defeat, there will always be someone ready to fight you." A sentence echoed from Will's memories. David had said it during their final battle against a demon lord. Tai had rallied those at Odaiba with the same words. Davis had shown the way to defeat Myotismon with the sentence.
"The Digidestined are the light that never go out." Will pulled as hard as he could as his muscles burned and ached as the black limbs finally snapped and he regained use of his arms.
"Your strength is not hu-" The voice of fear took over but Will cut in , giving it no freedom.
"I'll stop you with one-" Black limbs began to shoot out of every direction, the creature desperately trying to defend itself as a red light began to brust out of Will's Digivice.
"Single-" The black spear like limbs raced ever faster, just barely out of distance as a golden light enveloped Strikemon. The spears just was milimeters away, the slightest jerk in the wrong direction and it would be over but Will didn't move.
"Attack."
He couldn't understand it. Will and Strikemon had leapt straight into the creature and ever since, it had frozen. It didn't even twitch. Trace checked his Digivice, their signals hadn't moved either. He was about to take Black wargreymon and go straight after them as a low groan erupted. A strong vibrant blood red light rocketed out of the creature, threatening to break into heaven itself. A ring of blazing red shattered outwards in every direction at the base of the creature , snuffing out the pale misty lights that orbited the creature. Black storm clouds gathered around the pillar of light almost instant and suddenly, the light died away as quickly as it had sprang to life.
"Lightning barrage!" Thousands of lightning bolts rained down, shattered the creature apart as they tore and burned away the black flesh. In blurs, a large blue knight had landed near to Trace and Hannah. Deathly pale blue armour with white trim decorating it, a heavy wolf's head with dull red eyes and a long, flowing white cape fluttering in the wind and piercing yellow eyes that would unerve the strongest of Digimon. Warrior Strikemon, mega form of Lightmon. His armour had specks of black all over it, like a virus. Next to him, Will walked proudly, head up, back straight, taking his time as if he had just done the simplest thing in the world. His hair matted with black flesh and his clothes ruined. As they got nearer, Trace overheard a part of their conversation.
"Did you really have to do the "Light that never goes out" speech?" Warrior Strikemon said drly.
"Cheesy but effective, so sue me." Will had an unusually cocky grin plastered on his face. Will walked straight past Hannah, quickly passing her a compliment on a good job. Within seconds, Will and Trace stood face to face. Trace noticed Hannah blush furiously and almost tear her sleeves apart before he looked Will up and down.
"I'm so not hugging you." Trace said before trying to deliever a punch.
"Whoah, what's with the fist of fury?" Will asked as he easily dodged the attack , still smiling.
"For nearly getting killed again!" Trace sighed and shook his head. "Let's just get out of here." Will's smile dropped.
"Easier said than done. I passed a few Royal Knights on my way here." Will folded his arms but quickly unwrapped them as the black flesh rubbed along his arms. He stared down at his arms in disgust.
"I need a shower." Will muttered. Metal clanged next to them as Black Wargreymon and Warrior Strikemon engaged in their usual power struggle. Will and Trace shrugged it off.
"Have you seen Alex?" Trace asked dejectedly. He knew the Knights preferred Alex to any of them.
"He's not here? I arranged to meet him but he never showed, I assumed he was here." Will said quietly. Alex was never late. They swore at the same time.
"Think the Knight's have him?" Hannah interjected quietly. Both boy's and Digimon looked at her, each going a few shades paler than normal.
"Trying to get to us through him." Trace muttered quietly. Will frowned, something wasn't right about the idea.
"Omega Strikemon was in the area a few days ago." As the realisation dawned on both them , they knew they'd have to find Alex soon. The group turned to leave as the hulk of black flesh in the distance fell apart and crashed to the ground. They froze as Leya and Gilamon approached them, several cuts along her arms and one on her face.
"No can do boys. We're stuck here for a while." Leya said as best she could as she tried to catch her breath. Black dots had lined up on the horizon all around them.
"Those, are Royal Knight supporters. Digidestined sworn to helping them or just out to make a name for themsevles. When they heard you two were in the area, the Royal Knights began to move everything they had." Will and Trace turned in seperate directions, groups of people and Digidestined gathered everywhere. There was no way to estimate just how many there were. A chill ran down Will's spine as he and Trace came to the same concluson about Leya's injuries.
"Sorry lads, you're the most wanted Digidestined in the world right now. We're not leaving here without a fight."