Yay!! The 14th chapter finally!! I'm trying to keep myself busy cuz I'm single again...oh well. I hope you enjoy and please review this!
The energy surrounding Mako was a dark black, and Mako himself looked different.
"You can't own me!" he yelled, when suddenly the dark energy hit the clone and sent him flying across the sand.
The clone spit and glared at Mako. "You want to fight? Then prepare yourself."
The clone ran at super speed at Mako, attacking with its long claw-like fingernails. Mako stepped aside, avoiding the attack as the energy whipped at the clone again. It barely missed it, as it came again. Mako's energy came alive and surrounded the clone, strangling it in the darkness.
The tamers and digimon looked in disbelief as they watched Mako's energy fight the clone. They weren't sure if they wanted to help him or if he would be fine by himself. So far, it seemed he was holding up on his own.
The clone was sick of this little game. He fell from the energy's grasp and gasped for air, looking at Mako. "You think it's over? Maybe I should remind you of what happened after your mother's death."
He lunged at Mako quickly, grabbing him and the energy changed once again as Mako screamed in pain and everyone was, once again, engulfed in a bright light.
Chapter 14:
Victim of Memory
The young Mako walked into the home from the front door. He set his backpack by the door and took his shoes off in the quiet house. No note was left again. He sighed as he got a drink of juice, knowing he had the house to himself for a little while yet. A few hours later, his twin sister Ai came home. She didn't say anything to him as she went to her room, and still nothing when she came down to reheat the leftovers for dinner.
As night came, Mako became afraid. Afraid because of how his father would come home. He only came home late when he was drinking, and Mako knew what happened once he stepped into the house. Mako ate his dinner, trying not to think about it. He grabbed his backpack and started to go upstairs, when he heard the doorknob turn and the door opened.
Mako turned to see his father, staggering a little and his eyes drooped. His work clothes were a little ruffled and his hair a little out of place. Mako tried to go up the stairs, hoping his father hadn't taken notice of him. But he had, just like every other time.
"Mako! Where are you going? Get your ass over here!" his father yelled, slurring his words a little.
Mako started to shake, but he tried hiding it as he turned around to walk towards his father. He couldn't look at him, but he saw his sister watching out of the corner of his eye.
"Put the backpack down…should've done your homework hours ago."
Mako set the backpack down by the door. "I did do it…"
"Then you don't need it." His father kicked it, making it hit the wall by the entrance. He then looked back at Mako. "Now…Mako…where's your mother?"
Mako was afraid, but he looked at his father and said, "She's not here."
His father pretended to look puzzled, then pretended to have a revelation. "That's right. She's not here." He put his hand on Mako's shoulder. "Because you were with her when she died. But…you didn't do anything to save her." The grip tightened making Mako wince. "You useless piece of shit! You're worthless! You should've died instead of her!" The other hand punched the wall hard.
Mako was afraid, as he looked at his sister, pleading with his eyes. But she only stared, as if she believed he purposely did kill their mother.
His father saw this and yelled, "She can't help you! No one can! You're nothing to anyone!"
Mako was then thrown against the wall hard, making his head hit first. He slumped, but his father still kicked him a couple times as he passed him. Mako stayed there, until he was sure his father wasn't near anymore. He slowly got up, and ran up the stairs to his room, barricading the door as best he could and lay on his bed with tears dripping.
Time quickly passed and stopped on a Tokyo street, with an 11-year-old Mako walking home from school. He had a scuffed look to him, like a lost soul in a sea. The rumors about him were spread in the school, that he had pushed his mother into the truck or he purposely lead her in front of it. No matter what the twist was, it was all the same.
As Mako passed by an alleyway, a few boys his age were hanging around there. They saw him pass and the first boy jeered, "Hey look. It's mother-killer."
Mako tried to continue on, but another boy went in front of him. "Where you going? Out to kill other kids' mothers now?"
Mako knew he was surrounded by the three; his only opening was the alleyway. He tried to go past, but they shoved him into the alley. They started to punch and kick at him, as Mako curled up as his only defense. They shouted profanities and the name 'mother-killer' as they beat him up. Mako saw a pipe by him, and as the words sunk into him, something inside of him snapped. He grabbed the pipe, and at the first chance he got, he swung it into the leg of one of the boys. A crack was heard as it hit, and the boy screamed as he fell. Mako quickly got up, and swung the pipe at the second boy, hitting him in the skull. He instantly went to the ground unconscious. Then he struck the third on the chest, and then struck again on his back. Mako saw the three on the ground, two unconscious and one not paying
attention to anything but his own pain. Mako threw the pipe away, and left them in the alley. The boys never said who it was that hurt them, but they lived after that day.
The same year, time went a little more forward to where Mako and Ai were home alone. Ai was getting ready to hang out with all of her friends, while Mako just sat on the couch. Today, Ai was speaking to him a little.
"This look ok?" she asked about her outfit.
"Looks fine."
Mako twirled the purple D-Arc in his hand. Ai saw this and sighed. "When are you going to throw that broken toy away, Mako?"
Mako looked at Ai. "Ai…don't you remember? It's not a toy. It's our digivice that we got to be Impmon's tamers."
Ai sighed again. "Mako…if you're going to keep playing that stupid game then leave me out of it."
"It's not a game Ai!" Now Mako was standing up, shocked by Ai's statements. "Impmon had to leave for the Digital World, but he's going to come back soon! Don't you remember when we used to play with him…and even fight over him?"
"Mako, that digivice was just a Digimon Tamagotchi we got when we were little. Impmon was our favorite card so we used to take it around pretending he was real. At some point one of us dropped it and it broke and couldn't be fixed. It was all pretend Mako. None of it was real."
"Ai, it was all real!" Mako said, almost begging her to believe him.
"Look, I don't want to talk about this anymore. Throw that thing away and grow up, Mako." Ai walked out of the door, leaving Mako alone.
Mako held the D-Arc in his hands. "I know you're real Impmon. I'll wait for you to return and I'll still be here to be your tamer."
Time went forward more and soon there was the current Mako in his home again. It was late, and he was home alone. Ai had gone out to a late movie with friends, so he was alone when his drunken father would come home. Just as he predicted, the door opened to reveal a staggering figure. Mako looked at him, and then went back to watching TV. His father slammed the door and struggled to take off his shoes.
"Turn off that damn trash!" he yelled.
Mako turned off the TV and got up to go upstairs. He was almost there when he felt someone pull his hair back, making him go backwards.
"Where are you going?! Going to ignore the world again? Ignore the fact you killed your mother?"
Mako could smell the alcohol and it wanted to make him puke. His head was starting to hurt and he felt like wanting to get the abuse over with. But tonight, he couldn't take the years of abuse anymore. He wrenched out of his father's grasp, making some of his hair rip out. He faced his father, eye to eye, for the first time.
"You think I killed mom? You think of me as this murdering son, when all this time I've been missing her and wanting her back! You don't care that I still have nightmares about that day! You don't care about anything except yourself, you lazy bastard!"
His father looked at him, his eyes raged with fury. "You dare to talk to me like that?!"
He went to punch Mako, but instead Mako pushed his father into the wall. His father was dazed and shocked by what happened.
"Now you know how it feels. I'm going upstairs…to get away from you!"
He went upstairs and the memory went dark.
"Yes…your dark energy grew over time. Your sister abandoned both you and your digimon. Your father abandoned you completely and made sure it stayed that way. Classmates were afraid and didn't want anything to do with you. Your hatred grew and it has enveloped you in a tasty atmosphere," the clone said.
The tamers realized they were back in the Digital World, thrown out of Mako's memories once again. Mako was drained, his body slumping to the ground. The clone still held him, grinning evilly as the energy surrounded them both.
"Allow me to rid you of this energy, Mako. You won't have to bear it anymore."
"If you think….I'm going to do that…then you're insane…" Mako said.
"I may be insane…but you barely have the strength to fight me. And also let me remind you that you or your friends no longer have digivices. You cannot win. So…surrender and I might let your friends die faster."
"Not…a…chance."
The clone hoisted Mako higher up in the air. "Fine…then you shall be the first."
Impmon yelled, "Mako!" and went to charge him but was stopped when suddenly thousands of diamonds from the south collided with the clone. It shrieked, dropping Mako, and then suddenly turned around.
The tamers and digimon didn't know what happened either, but when they looked at where the attack came from it was clear. Upon the sandy hill, there were probably ten Renamon looking at all of them, but mostly focusing on the clone. The clone hissed at their sight and disappeared into thin air before anyone could stop it.
"Mako…are you ok?" Impmon asked as he rushed to his tamer's side.
"I'm fine…just tired," he said. "What happened?"
"A group of Renamon saved us," Impmon said, but when he looked they were gone.
"That group must've been resting at Syria when they heard the commotion," Sorcerimon said. "However, I do not think they are staying and probably will be gone once we get there."
"Why'd they leave?" Takato asked.
"They are traveling to somewhere…however I do not think they want us to know they're here because we might be the enemy as well."
"Well, we better get going before anything else happens," Henry said.
"You're right," Sorcierimon said. "Syria is just a little further and we'll be safe there for a little while."
They kept going through the desert when finally they came upon a white arch, cracked and ivy growing all over it. The gates that were once there were what appeared to be blown away or bent off. There was no sound or feeling of life in Syria. Buildings were built into the walls but those were cracked and broken off with the ivy growing in its place. The streets were nothing but dust and old carts where food used to be stored were lying on their side. No one said anything as they continued to walk. They suddenly saw a huge white building with a pier on top. The building was cracking but the ivy hadn't reached it yet. Stained glass windows could be seen all over with one huge one at the top. It looked to be once a beautiful place.
"This is where all the answers lie," Sorcerimon said. "Right here…in this old church. It is now a sanctuary for the memories of the first ones to fight the Great Enemy. As you can tell, no one is here. This is the first Syria…after an attack everyone fled but a new one was built in a more concealed place. I will take you there after here."
"We're ready whenever you are," Takato said.
Sorcierimon nodded and led them to the giant wooden doors. He opened them as they creaked. The huge stained glass window that they saw outside emitted a wide range of sunlight and through the ray the dust could be seen. But what everyone also saw at the bottom of that ray was a huge statue with a pedestal in front of it. Ivy had started to grow on the bottom of the statue. Everyone stared at it, amazed and shocked because on the left side was a carved male Renamon on one knee with his one hand upon it, his eyes closed as if he was asleep and on the right was a male Impmon also on one knee
his eyes closed and his one hand on his knee and at the bottom of the statue was a carved sword that both figures were clutching in the other hand.
"How…" Takato tried to say something but he couldn't.
Sorcerimon just looked at the statue, his eyes glistening. "This is who we all praise, even after they are gone."
"But they're a Renamon and Impmon!" Rika said surprised.
"Yes, they are. And the Impmon and Renamon that stands here now….take a good look because these two are each of your fathers. Ian and Luke."