Scissors In The Fold 2

A human girl felt her mind return to consciousness as she lay on her back in a darkened room. Propping herself up on her arms, she saw that she was in her bedroom, and on her own bed to boot.

'What's happening?' she thought, bewildered. Her bedroom was no longer in existence – it had been destroyed when the Digimon had bombarded the area where she lived. So how did she end up in her bedroom again?

Deciding that she would investigate this puzzling turn of events, she ran out of her bedroom, into the corridor. She ran down the stairs to the first floor, and tried to open the front door. She pulled and pulled on the doorknob, but the door just wouldn't budge.

It was stuck.

Shrugging and now slightly annoyed, the girl tried to push open a window to get out of the house. Only then did she realize that outside the window, only parts of her neighborhood were visible. Some patches in Mrs. Fair's garden were dark and unidentifiable, as were some of the houses further along the row that she'd never really observed.

"What the Hell is going on?!" she screamed, frustrated and confused.

You have been confined within your own memories.

She paused, "Who's there?! To… Torchic!"

Her left hand dropped to her Pokebelt, but her fingers closed on something that wasn't there. Looking down, she saw that her Pokedex and Pokeballs were all missing.

You are nothing but a figment of your own memory now.

"Who are you?!"

I am MCC-66, First Class. Mind-control circuit, state-of-the-art.

"Mind Control? Listen here, you bozo. I don't know who you think you are…"

The question is… Who do YOU think you are? My control over your mind is absolute.

"You don't expect me to believe that, do you?"

Very well. I shall prove to you just how absolute my control over you is.

The girl suddenly found herself in an empty playground, with a swing, slide, and several monkey bars. The playground was completely still – not even the leaves in the trees rustled when a breeze came by. No birds chirped, no children laughed. It was just her in an empty place.

"Where is this place?"

I found it in your memories. You would do well to watch, and learn not to question my authority…

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, the ghostly, translucent image of a little girl appeared. Recognizing the spectral image as her childhood self, her jaw dropped in wonder. She watched as the her past self ran up to the monkey bars, and climbed-on. The little doppelganger tried to climb to the highest level, and was nearly there by the time she realized what was about to happen.

"NO! Don't climb up there…"

This is when you broke your arm, isn't it? The MCC-thing's voice had a gloating tone to itself.

The little girl had only one more rung to climb before she made it to the highest point of the monkey bars. But exhaustion was clerly-written all over her five-year-old face, as she reached out with a shaky arm to grasp the last rung. She tried to move up from the rung she was on…

And fell, her tired arms giving way before her.

The girl's future self ran forward with a panicked yell, and tried to catch her falling self, but the falling child passed through her arms as though they weren't there. The child then hit the ground with a sickening CRACK! The older girl doubled-over, screaming her lungs out as her right arm exploded into agony that she had long since forgotten. Looking down, she saw her past self lying lifelessly on the ground, one arm twisted at an unnatural angle beneath her torso. Her right arm on her own body, however, was perfectly normal-looking.

"May!" a faint voice – almost like her mother's – cried out, as everything faded into darkness…

xxx

May awoke on the couch in front of her home's television set. The screen was showing a static-filled mess of color, as though the reception to the station had been cut-off.

"Some nightmare…" May muttered, only to shriek in agony as her right arm once again burned with the pain of being fractured.

It was not a dream. It was a minor piece of your memories, which I dug-up.

"Why are you doing this to me?! What do you want?!"

Just sit down and watch the television screen.

"Oh yeah? I'm getting out of this nuthouse…"

Before may could go anywhere else, black straps not unlike a car's seat-belts snaked out of the couch's arms and bound her down tightly. The couch's headrests snapped forward and held her head in a position such that she was facing the television screen.

"Can't stop me from closing my eyes…" she whispered under her breath, hoping to be able to fool the MCC-thing that was tampering with her mind.

Apparently, she spoke too soon. Her eyes were forced open on their own accord, and were immediately drawn to the television screen, as the MCC made its presence known again.

You are NOTHING but a bundle of memories. 'I' am in control now!

A piece of cloth materialized out of nowhere, and gagged her mouth. She couldn't do anything but watch helplessly as the television screen focused into clarity before her.

In the next few seconds, you shall see that physical pain is not the only thing I can force you to recall.

The screen showed Max's broken body lying on the ground, dried blood caked around his mouth and nose, and a large piece of a crumbled wall covering his legs. His shattered spectacles lay on the ground beside him, knocked-off his face by the force of his body being crushed by the fallen piece of debris.

Her mother and father, their burnt corpses being thrown off her trembling body as the three Digimon operatives searched for survivors of their bombing run. Her vision had been slightly-blurred by the bright flashes of exploding bombs, and all she saw was a red blur, a blue blur, and an orange blur. For some reason, the orange blur seemed to have horns…

May was now crying and wailing, trying in vain to close her eyes to shield herself from the visual abominations on the screen. The accursed thing in her head let out a sinister laugh as it allowed her to close her eyes, only to forcefully re-create the haunting pictures in her mind's eye. She was now a broken wreck of a girl, crying to herself, babbling incoherently, and trying to curl into a fetal ball.

Subject is sufficiently traumatized. Mental dominance is ninety-one point oh-two-oh-six percent secure. Banishing subject's conscious mind into subconsciousness now. Catatonia induced successfully. MCC-66-FC entering automatic mode. Orders confirmed.

xxx

Arukenimon and Mummymon watched the computer screens showing them what the human girl was seeing, as they waited for the mind-control circuit to seal its grip on the girl's mind. The spider-like Digimon lady laughed as she saw through the girl's eyes, an image of herself, Mummymon, and a Kuwagamon picking up the injured girl from the devastated remains of Ho-Enn.

A Kimeramon surgeon – the chief surgeon, from the scalpel tatoos on his four spindly arms - approached the duo, "If I may have word with sir and maam, please?"

"Yes?" Mummymon rasped, swiveling his single eye to look at the physically-mutated surgeon.

"The mind-control circuitry is reporting that the girl's brainwaves indicate possible resistance of sufficient magnitude to overwhelm its control. Should I implant a secondary unit?"

"We don't have the time. We need to deploy her within the day," Arukenimon shook her head, "The Grand Admiral's orders…"

"Very well then. I take my leave of you," the surgeon bowed his head, and left them.

xxx

On Earth, a three figures materialized out of thin air in a dense jungle close to the edge of Saffron City. One was a spider-woman Digimon, the second a mummy-like Digimon, and the third a human girl whose body was battered and bruised, but whose eyes glinted with a hint of sinister intentions.

"All specimens and targets are within the building there," Arukenimon said as she waved towards a skyscraper in the middle of town, "You have your orders, so go ahead and finish the job quickly."

Mummymon nodded, "We have an entire continent to subdue, yet."

The human girl nodded mechanically, not speaking a word. She set-off towards Saffron City with a brisk march, almost military-like in manner. The two Digimon watched her retreating back for a few minutes, before teleporting back to Data.

An hour later...

In Saffron City, Officer Jenny ran into the Silph Co. building, cradling an unconscious teenage girl in her arms. The girl's body was bruised and wounded all-over, as though she had been through a bashing from a gang of thugs.

"Get the professor! I think I have his granddaughter here!"