I don't own digimon, otherwise I'd be busy writing for the new season, and no one wants that….
The Terror
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Dark storm clouds rumbled in the distance. Four digimon were flying in the morbidly serene air, three Ultimate digimon and a Champion gliding side by side. The furthest right was a black and white armored dragon. Black and white wings extended from its back. Its murky golden flesh was exposed on its arms and legs. Two children, a small blonde child, sitting on the right side of the dragon adjacent to the white wings, and an older child with black hair and dark clothing sitting on the dragon's left side, were riding the beast as it flew. The next digimon was a black dragon, with a tone, firm back. Muscular, spiked arms were pressed tightly against its lithe body. Crimson wings flapped with a leathery whapping noise as cold air swept over the tensing black muscles of the dragon. A girl was sitting on the dragon's back gripping a pair of metallic ear prongs that arose from a metallic mask that covered the dragon's face. The middlemost left digimon was another dragon, though it was much more bestial with four legs and blood red fur. Black striping streaked up along its legs, neck, tail and back. Silver chromed wings whistled as wind pushed through tiny, golden ringlets on the wings. A brown haired boy that looked about eleven years old was gripping the long, crane-like neck of the dragon. A pair of goggles was set on his head. The boy's blue shirt flapped in the wind as the dragon pushed forward. The last creature was the Champion digimon, a yellow-fleshed velociraptor augmented with metallic attachments. Jets rumbled from under a pair of chrome wings that articulated with a blue chassis. Thin, cybernetic arms were folded against the creature's chassis torso. A blonde child was gripping onto the leading edges of the wings. His blue eyes looked ahead and he furrowed his brow.
"DO WE HAVE A PLAN, KISHO?" shouted the blonde haired, blue eyed boy, screaming over the wind that swept past.
"PLAN?" The goggle wearing brunette shouted back. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, HARU?"
"YOU KNOW, THE THINGS WE MAKE BEFORE BLINDLY RUNNING INTO A FIGHT WE ARE OUTMATCHED FOR!" Haru shouted back, his voice squeaking as it tried to strain over the sound of rockets and wind.
"WELL…" Kisho's wind burned face glowed redder. The brunette squinted his brown eyes to keep the wind out of them, "NOT REALLY…"
"WE'RE GOING TO GET CREAMED!" Haru shouted loudly.
"IF WE THINK THAT WE ARE, WE WILL!" Kisho retorted in a screechy, squelchy yelp.
"Guys!" the red dragon between Kisho's legs slowed down. "There he is…"
The other digimon glided to a stop and hovered in the air. A few kilometers ahead of them, a beast was rampaging. It was crashing through a canyon pass, and its head nearly came to the top of the canyon walls. The fissure in the ground was easily a several hundred feet deep. The beast was snarling and growling. Its blue horse/wolf/beast four legged lower body was smashing its clawed feet on the hard, gray, desert sand. Puffs of dust flew up as the stomps thundered in the frigid, stale air. The beast's humanoid torso was laughing; the crimson, flesh-like armor on its stomach shaking. The blue, wing-shaped chest armor expanded with each breath. The huge gray wings expanded and flapped angrily; the air hissed as the wings swept forward.
The group of the children bearing digimon hovered in the air. Now that the digimon were stopped the wind from before was gone. Even the air had a distinct sensation of terror in it. The children looked at each and then up at the beast in front of him.
"He's huge…" whispered the girl quietly as she watched the beast.
"At least the size of a small mountain…" whispered the black haired boy riding the black and white armored dragon.
"I had a hope that his size was just being overdone on the monitor screen," the goggle wearing brunette whispered, as he looked over at Haru. The blonde shook his head. Kisho turned his head and looked at the children on his right. The girl looked up at the beast ahead of them, "Ren…" Kisho tilted his head and looked at the black haired boy on the other side of the girl, "Taku…?" His eyes finally fell on the little boy sitting next to Taku, "Jiro…?"
"I don't know about you, Kisho, but I'm pretty sure I can take him," growled the dragon between the brunette's legs. "Well, maybe…possibly…" The dragon continued to mumble quietly.
"I'm glad you have some confidence, DORUgremon," Kisho growled as he stroked the dragon's furry neck. "What happened to the fighting spirit we had at the fortress?"
"That was a hundred kilometers ago, when we had only seen this beast on a television screen!" shouted Haru loudly.
"Oh, so we're giving up now?" Taku shouted in return. "Well, let me just go back to File Island and tell the digimon there not to bother rebuilding, because we're going home because we're chickening out!"
"DAMN IT, KISHO!" Haru's voice rasped from hoarseness. His blue eyes narrowed sharply. "The thing is a mountain of evil! We'll get ourselves killed; we need to think this through!"
Kisho jerked his head back to the other children, "Do you guys feel the same?"
"Haru has a point…" the brown haired girl said as he looked at Kisho, "I think we should fight, but it would be stupid to go in wildly…"
"We don't have much time to think," Jiro said as she pointed forward. The beast was slowing its flailing. "I think he's done here…"
"What kind of strengths do we have against him?" Haru asked loudly to himself.
"Well, he's got most of them tied up; he's huge, strong..." Kisho ticked off on his fingers, "He's smart…and it doesn't matter that we can fly because of his height."
"We're small though, that'll make us hard to hit," Ren said as she looked up at the massive beast.
"Not only that, but we'd have maneuverability," Haru said as the blonde looked up at the beast rampaging only a couple of kilometers away. "And I doubt he's fast, I can't imagine a behemoth like him moving with lightning speed…"
"Maybe we can wear him down," Jiro whispered as the small, blonde boy looked up. The other children turned their heads and looked at the little boy.
"He may have a point," Taku said as the black haired boy looked at the others, "Maybe we can get him to waste all his energy trying to attack us, and then when he gets tired we could finish the job…"
"I don't see him getting tired anytime soon," Cyberdramon growled as the dragon watched GranDracmon drive a nimble fist through the rock face.
The canyon was wide enough to allow the beast to turn relatively easily. GranDracmon reared up on its hind legs and smashed its huge, clawed front feet through the rock of the canyon. The beast howled loudly and then flapped its gray wings. The creature then reached up and grabbed the edge of the canyon and dragged itself up, heaving itself onto the rocky surface. Even at the distance the digi-destined were at, GranDracmon towered in the sky, dwarfing the digi-destined's digimon as if they were just insects. Just one shark like heads on the shoulders of the beast's front legs seemed capable of closing around all the destined digimon quite easily in one gulp.
"You better stay here, Jiro," Magnamon's deep voice rumbled out of Paildramon's mouth.
"Taku, you, too," ExVeemon's voice growled.
"Paildramon has the right idea," DORUgremon growled as he curled around and glided toward the ground, "This is far too dangerous for you to be involved with…and if we lose you, all hope is lost."
"But I want to help," Kisho grumbled as he watched Raptordramon and Cyberdramon following Paildramon and DORUgremon.
"You'll help most by not being a target," DORUgremon replied as his white feet silently touched the ground. Kisho slid off his shoes scraping the ground and the rocks crackling slightly as they shifted under his weight. The boy pouted his face and glared up at DORUgremon. The dragon lifted its head, the long, jaggedly curved horn spearing into the air, "If GranDracmon happens to delete us, there is a good chance we'd be reborn, but if he were to kill you," The dragon's golden eyes glided down and set on Kisho, "then it would be over. For good…"
"But…I want to help you!" Kisho returned sternly.
"NO!" The dragon's voice rumbled up from its wide rib cage. "I will not allow it."
The boy blinked and took a step backward. "How can you say that?"
"Kisho, he's just…" Haru whispered as he slid off the smooth metallic surface of Raptordramon.
"Shut up!" Kisho grunted as he looked up at DORUgremon, "I'm not going to sit here and hide, like some sort of coward!"
DORUgremon snorted loudly and spread his silvery wings. "I know you think I am being cruel, but you must understand that I am just doing this for your own protection. I don't want to lose you, Kisho."
Kisho clenched his fists and glared at the ground, "Go, if you're going to go…"
"Kisho…" Ren whispered as Cyberdramon lowered the brown haired girl to the ground. "You don't really…mean that do you?"
"I know he's trying to protect me," Kisho said to the ground, his voice half choked up, "but I'm not a baby…I don't want to be some useless battery for him…"
"You know you're not just a battery to him," Taku said as the dark haired boy turned and reached up, catching Jiro in his arms as the younger blonde jumped down from their digimon, Paildramon's, spiked shoulders. Paildramon returned to the air and followed the other digimon, who were already at a considerable lead. "Even I know better than…"
"Damn it I'm not in the mood to hear about what you know, and what you don't know," Kisho said loudly. The others only looked at him in shock. The brunette was being so hostile.
The black haired boy clenched his fists; his eyes glanced down at the ground. "You keep on like that, and your crest is going to quit working…or worse."
Kisho blinked and turned his head to the black haired boy. Kisho's cheeks tightened and his lips thinned. His voice came out in severe, cold tone in measured, bolts of thought. "You…how could you even…think that I am half as off track as…?"
"Kisho, be quiet, before you say something you regret," Haru said in a warning tone. The blue eyed boy looked up and watched as Raptordramon dove low. The boy clenched his digivice and closed his eyes, "Now stop this bickering, we have more important things to deal with, and too many digimon and people are depending on us to do this."
Raptordramon glowed, as a lavender bolt flew from one of the two crests hanging around Haru's neck. It was the crest with the cross engraved on it, the Crest of Reliability. The cyborg dinosaur shimmered with the light as it morphed and changed. It took a much more human shape. Its yellow flesh was now bronzed armor on a thin, muscular frame. A dark blue cape waved in the wind as the knightly digimon bond across the ground, the digimon's long toed feet pressing off the ground as he sprinted across the tan, clay soil. Two swords flashed in and crossed and then swept to the sides of the digimon's body.
Kisho narrowed his eyes as he watched the destined digimon sweep toward the leviathan ahead of them. The roaring behemoth turned its head. The monstrous demon's eyes glowing with crimson hatred.
"You have come!" Called out the beast, its voice booming like a volcano preparing to explode, "Hopefully to lay forfeit to your lives at my feet! If you do not resist, I may consider consuming you all at once!"
Kisho's fingers curled around his digivice. His heart was exploding in his ears. His nose flared as the cold air of the desert chilled the insides of his nostrils. His brown eyes were now harder than frozen earth.
"No…you're the one that's going to forfeit your life, you monster…" growled Kisho. His voice was harsh. "You're going to die…"
The other children looked at Kisho. Their arms reached up and hugged themselves as the air around them seemed to drop a few more degrees. It was like Kisho's voice was pulling the heat straight out of the air. Taku's eyes fell down and looked at the crest around his neck, the pendant with the occulted star on its face was releasing dark energy, but Taku thought he could feel a second pulse emanating from the crest. The black irises of the boy's eyes shrunk slightly as a cold chill ran up his back. He knew that pulse. He'd used it and part of the black haired boy shuddered to think of what would happen if what he felt was real. Taku was yanked from his thoughts as a loud, crackling explosion filled the air.
The fight had begun. A puff of dust was rising off of GranDracmon. The battle had started. Cyberdramon's Desolation Claw had crashed into the large, centaur beast. The behemoth didn't even register the strike. Bolts of light and darkness fired from the small pinprick that was Paildramon. GranDracmon snorted in half annoyance, half bemusement, as the bolts barely scuffed the huge beast's armor. A twisting burst of wind and energy swirled horizontally across the earth crashing into one of the claws on the beast's foot. A bronze glint could be seen rocketing upward and then like a flea or leafhopper leap from sinew to sinew of the flesh compromising the beast's corded, red legs. The glint reached the right leg's shoulder, where the lolling, forked tongue of the Hindenburg-sized shark head that composed the shoulder joint slapped the glint like a dog tail smacking a gnat. A speeding red dot swept underneath the twisting glittering speck of bronze and then, after catching the glint retreated as a long, thin arm swung past.
Tiny sparks of green popped across GranDracmon's chest. The blue, wing-shaped chest armor was unaffected by the assault as it continued across the plating. Black and white streams of energy needled the beast's arms, but an irritated swipe of one of GranDracmon's red arms sent the attacker twisting and spiraling out of the way of the huge turbulence.
"They aren't even scratching the armor…" whispered Ren quietly as the brown haired girl watched the fight. Her blood was running cold and her body felt numb.
"They just can't inflict enough damage even to bait him…" Haru whispered as he watched a bronze glitter attempt the scale the beast's lower torso again.
This time the glitter speck passed the lashing tongue of the shark head that was at the behemoth's lower shoulder. It skipped and bounded up the beast's abdominal muscles and then scurried up the massive chest armor. It made a leap to the shoulder of the beast and then the glitter speck glided in front of the beast's face. A puff of fire exploded into the leviathan's face. A loud snort echoed through the air. The bronze speckle was flung backward by the spontaneous exhale. A red dot then dove in tiny, silver bits of dust seemed to fly into GranDracmon's face. The huge monster shook its head and the beast's long, yellow hair slapped the dot, sending it toppling backward.
"It's like pitting five, tiny, stingless ants against a German Shephard…" Taku whispered as he watched black and white lances of energy blink like off the beast's armor like some elaborate light show.
"I have a really icky feeling…building up in my stomach…" Jiro said quietly as his brown eyes winced, watching GranDracmon puff up his cheeks and blow away the speck producing the black and white energy bursts.
Kisho said nothing, at least nothing out loud. His eyes were hard. His face was sharpened, no longer having the plush, innocent qualities to it. His hands gripped around his digivice and the material of the device squeaked slightly under the pressure and the friction of the boy's sweating hands rubbing harshly against the smooth, white plastic.
"We're not running away, we're going to keep fighting…I refuse to let GranDracmon chase us away…we're going to win, we're going to win, no matter what, we're going to win…" The words pulsed in his head like the blood the pounded in his ears, almost at the same pace. "I'm not going to allow defeat; I'm not going to run away, we're fighting until the end…"
"Insects!" growled GranDracmon as he swung both of his arms around in a figure eight pattern. The flying specks were sent twirling as they got caught up in the new wind rip currents that were formed by the demon appendages. The bronze speckle somehow had gotten onto one of the arms and was holding on for dear life. "I grow weary of these pointless attempts! As I had thought, you're all impotent…so now, you shall meet the strength of a truly powerful digimon!"
GranDracmon's arms stopped moving and the flying digimon haphazardly regained control of their flight as they twisted and curled within the diminishing wind shear. Ren, Taku, Jiro and Haru looked at each other, not entirely sure what to expect from the massive beast. Kisho only looked forward; his face and expression unfazed by GranDracmon's proclamation.
"Kisho, maybe we should…" Ren whispered as she looked at the boy. A cold sneer curled up from the boy's lip and his eyes stabbed over at her, like two daggers cutting her straight through to her soul. "…or not…"
The cold air curled around them as the wind turned. The air was like a scared rabbit and it sprinted across the ground whistling into whatever crevice it could find. The children's breaths swept in and out; sometimes if they had taken an overly long breath, small portions of steam would escape their lips as their hot breath touched the cold air of the desert night. The steam would instantly disappear, as if it was itself terrified of what may be coming and would rather not exist than behold whatever it was that was coming.
"Watch…as I finish this game," GranDracmon's eyes glowed and the specks hovering around his body retreated back as the demon's eyes burned with a limestone white light. "I know I shall be watching you as you contort into your final forms twisted in terror as I get you out of my way!"
Suddenly, streaks of green flashed upwards striking around GranDracmon's eyes. The demon laughed loudly as the energy bursts puffed into nothingness as they struck the blue mask that covered its cranium and cheekbones. The black speck continued forward pressing the attack.
"Cyberdramon…what are you doing?" Ren whimpered as she watched the speck continue forward.
"Fear…consumed by fear," Haru whispered quietly. The blonde's blue eyes watching in morbid fascination, "She is giving it one, last hurrah; she knows it's pointless but she's going down fighting…"
"That idiot!" Ren cried as she reached forward. The girl screeched loudly, "Run away! Run away, Cyberdramon!"
"You'll be first, my little dragonet…" chuckled GranDracmon as his glowing, white eyes traced the black speck wheeling around for another strike. Green bursts flickered for a few seconds before GranDracmon let out a chuckled and the light of his eyes reached the brightest light so far, "EYE OF GORGON!"
Two beams of white light stabbed forward from the demon's eyes. The speck of black that had been attacking GranDracmon was engulfed in light. All the children closed their eyes, save for Kisho, who watched on unmoved and undisturbed. An agonized howl tore through the air and bounced back as an echo five then six times as it bounced back and forth. Haru, Taku and Jiro opened their eyes. Ren was on her knees her hands up to her mouth. No tears streaked down her cheek, no yelp escaped her lips, only a shaking silence. Wide eyes were frozen forward their brown irises locked. Her fingers gently twitched only a few millimeters from her parted lips. Her skin was pale, like someone had drawn all the blood from her body. The digivice she'd been holding onto was on the ground ahead of her. It was as silent as its owner.
"Ren…" Jiro whispered. "…Ren…"
"Something is coming…it…looks like Paildramon…he's carrying something…" Taku said quietly as he knelt down next to the girl. The boy's black irised eyes looked forward and his mouth slowly slid open. "Oh…god…"
Paildramon flew overhead. The load he was carrying was made of stone, white marble. Twisted, webbed wings, opened mouth, looking as if in half screech, thin, toned arms crossed in front of its white, chiseled body, the clawed hands covering a thin band of a sports brassiere, the muscular legs rising until the knees were nearly touching the defined stomach muscles, it was a statue of Cyberdramon in white marble, a statue of agony carved from white marble.
Ren didn't even watch as the statue was gently lowered to the ground. Paildramon turned and started back. Jiro protested but the dragon was already returning and didn't even seem to register the young blonde's pleas. Taku turned his head back to Ren. The girl only looked forward her face was frozen and her hands barely trembled it was like she was frozen right before a scream.
"We may be able to…" Taku started. His eyes lifted and he saw Haru slowly shake his head.
Taku looked down and gently put his hand on Ren's shoulder. The girl twisted her body and drove her head into Taku's chest. Taku didn't say anything as he felt a warm tears soak through his black shirt. Taku's hand shifted and the black haired boy gently hugged the girl as she cried silently against his chest. His eyes flicked back up to where GranDracmon was laughing like a schoolboy who'd just figured out how to torture ants with a magnifying glass. Taku's eye then dropped back down to where the brown haired girl quaking sobs tremored against his body. The girl's fingers curled into his shirt gently pinching his skin, but Taku said nothing, only slightly winced.
Jiro knelt down next to the black haired boy and lifted his hand. The child's small fingers reached forward and gently rubbed Ren's back as the girl's spine shuddered up and down as a new wave of shaking sobs quaked through her body.
"Grademon…don't be a hero…" Haru said in a prayer. "Get away. Think…don't be stupid…"
His blue eyes were looking forward. Taku looked up. A golden speckle was leaping around like a jumping bean across GranDracmon's body. Bursts of swirling energy smashed against the massive figure. GranDracmon laughed loudly and swung his right arm up and right, backhanding the speckle. The bronze spot twisted in the air. GranDracmon lifted his eyes and they turned from blood red to sterling white.
"EYE OF GORGON!"
Another blast of light illuminated the sky. A loud chuckle rumbled from GranDracmon. Haru's eyes watched as a second time Paildramon glided toward them, this time carrying a twisted form. Marble arms legs were flexed in all directions, Grademon's body frozen in mid-flail. The swordsman's two swords were barely held in the digimon's arms. Its cloak was fossilized. The cape was twisted and wrapped around the lithe form of the humanoid creature. Haru ran over to where Paildramon lowered Grademon's mineralized statue. Haru lifted his hand and touched the cold, white stone. Haru wrapped his arms around the form. His eyes glared back. Paildramon was gliding back.
"Paildramon! You are not so tough!" growled GranDracmon. The figure lowered its eyes as the black and gold armored, dragon digimon glided forward. "You're just as powerless as the others…and I shall finally be rid you as well! EYE OF GORGON!"
The white lights fired forward. Paildramon tilted its black and white wings and swept out of the beams' line. A red dot rose up behind GranDracmon's head. Spit fire silver filings flickered in the difference. GranDracmon ignored the attack and continued to follow Paildramon's flight.
"Don't do it, Paildramon…" Taku whispered as he tightened his arms around Ren, as much for his comfort for hers.
Paildramon's speck charged forward growing smaller as its profile challenged GranDracmon. A swift slapping motion elicited a soft chuckle from GranDracmon. The speck disappeared near the ground, its profile merging with the ground's. A speck rose from the earth, all the while a red dot zoomed in and out of the shadow of GranDracmon's lower torso. Crimson twisters slapped up against GranDracmon's legs, but the beast didn't notice the small tornadoes. Its eyes were on a darker speck flying up toward it.
"Paildramon…please…" Jiro whispered quietly as he watched GranDracmon's eyes change from red to white, "be careful…"
GranDracmon's eyes exploded with light. Taku grasped Jiro's back as the young blonde tried to leap up and run. Taku pulled Jiro close and tucked him under his other arm. The smaller boy struggled, reaching out, but finally relented as Taku tightened his grip.
"He won't want us to kill ourselves…" Taku hissed quietly in the blonde's ears. Taku took a deep breath. His dark eyes burned as tears tried to force themselves out. Taku's voice was soft, hardly audible, "twice…he's killed him twice…"
"Kisho, we have to get out of here, it's only a matter of minutes…" Haru started as he looked back at brunette. Kisho hadn't changed his position. He was still glaring forward. "Kisho…?"
"No…" Kisho's voice growled. The boy didn't turn to look back. His arm muscles tensed. "No retreat…no running away. Not now…not after what that monster did…to my friends…he hurt my friends…"
"Kisho, it's no…" Haru retorted but he was cut off as he Kisho took the first of several steps forward.
"If he hurts my friends…I'm going to make him hurt…" Kisho growled under his breath, "I'm not running away, I'm sick of running away…I'm sick of being scared..."
"Kisho, he'll just do to DORUgremon what he did to the others!" Haru shouted loudly in an exasperated voice.
"DORUGREMON!" Kisho's voice screamed out violently. "DORUGREMON! DON'T LET HIM WIN! I WANT TO SEE HIM DEAD AT YOUR FEET!" Kisho's voice pitched and yawed as it became hoarse against the cold air, "DORUGREMON I DEMAND YOU DIGIVOLVE AND KILL GRANDRACMON! KILL HIM! I WANT HIM DEAD!"
"No…" Taku whispered as he felt a cold feeling on his chest.
The black haired boy looked down. The black crest resting on his chest was pulsing, throbbing. Taku could feel it beating against his ribs. Taku looked up and saw it, the smoke rising off of Kisho's body, but it wasn't smoke it was darkness, hatred, wrath, greed. The second crest hung around Kisho's neck, the orange one engraved with the sun icon was pulsing with the same black aura. A muddy, sunset orange wave fired forward from Kisho's chest as the boy walked forward.
"Kill him…" Kisho growled hoarsely. He walked forward, "Kill him, and leave nothing left, make him hurt…make him beg for mercy….and then kill him….DORUgremon…kill him…"
Ren hiccupped slightly and for the first time since GranDracmon's first offensive did she truly look up. The sky turned from inky black to a sickening orange, almost as if some perverted form of the sunrise was happening in the south. Even GranDracmon stood still, almost in awe as the orange light filled the sky. There was an incredible howl that filled the air. It was a horrible shriek that shifted pitch up and down sounding akin to the shriek of a dying peacock. The sound cut the ears. Ren, Taku and Jiro huddled even closer together. Haru cowered behind Grademon's statue form. The shadows swept behind the children like long, black robes.
All the while Kisho walked forward chanting quietly to himself, whispering angrily to himself.
"Yes…that's it…digivolve and kill him…kill him…kill him…" whispered the brunette as he watched the sky churn.
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"Gennai, we're getting some interesting signals," started Luminel quietly. She smiled, "I think we may have GranDracmon on the ropes…the signature looks like a crest activation…"
The young woman looked at the spiky brown haired man. The man intertwined his fingers and narrowed his eyes. The long beige sleeves of his robes hanging off his wrists.
"It's not right…" Gennai replied. The man's eyes closed. "The power is wrong…"
"What do you mean? According to the modulations, it would be enough to stop Gran…" Luminel replied as she looked at the man in astonishment.
"Stopping him is not enough…" Gennai said loudly as he opened his eyes and pointed upward. "Listen…"
"A storm?" Luminel said slightly closing her eyes as she attempted to strain her ears. It was a rumble, and a crackle but it was very faint, like a storm many miles away, save for one sharp squelching pitch, "no…it's too high pitch…what is that? A bum turbine?"
"The sound of a very big mistake erupting in the desert," Gennai said as he stood up from behind the desk. "Get a monitor online in the sector GranDracmon is in."
"But that could take a few minutes…not only that but there is some massive interference," Luminel said offhandedly, as she narrowed her eyes and shook her head trying to figure out what was going on.
"I SAID, 'DO IT'!" Gennai shouted loudly slamming a fist on the desk.
"Of course, Master Gennai!" The woman snapped to attention and turned around leaving Gennai alone in the large darkened conference room.
"At an Ultimate level, this sort of thing is relatively benign…manageable, even useful if handled right…" Gennai snarled quietly as he pressed both hands down on his desk, leaning forward, growling into the shadows of the darkened room. A single flame lamp, from behind him, half lit the shadows with a wimpy orange glow. "But at this level though…death, destruction…that's small potatoes if this doesn't get a cap put on it…"
The power was immense, even his dulled senses could feel the rage, and hatred just pushing through the palace walls around him. It was not Arkadimon's level of power, but it was enough. The door to the conference room swung open. Luminel was back. Gennai looked into the woman's hazel eyes.
"The monitor is online, Master Gennai, sir," reported the woman with a sharp, concise voice. Her hand was raised right underneath her red bangs in a salute.
"But?" Gennai growled under his breath. He knew the look she had in her eyes. The look where she tried her best not to make iris to iris eye contact while looking into his eyes.
"There is so much interference…" Replied the woman sharply, but her restraint was slipping a tiny bit of a whimper was echoed in her voice.
"Fix it," Gennai snorted as he sat back down.
"But, sir…" The woman's hand dropped from her forehead to her side in a limp manner, "we've never seen this…"
"Luminel, what did I say?" Gennai asked calmly as he sat back down.
"'Fix it', Master Gennai, sir…" Luminel replied scrambling back to attention.
"Can you guess what I want you to do?" Gennai asked sternly, his blue eyes cutting through the darkness like ice daggers.
"But…" Luminel started dropping out of attention again.
"Luminel, if the rest of that sentence isn't '…of course I do' I don't want to hear it," Gennai said clasping his hands once more.
"I just don't see…" Luminel started.
"That, I think, is the point, that's why you're going to fix it. Now…" Gennai said as he sighed. His blue eyes narrowed and his clasped hands separated and formed fists. The fists slammed down, propelling Gennai out of his chair and into a sitting position, "GO!"
The woman jumped back in surprise. Gennai new he was losing his temper, when he saw the fearful look in Luminel's eyes. He knew he very rarely lost his temper so aggressively at his underlings. He was a very lenient manager; in fact, he was more likely to cause mischief than most of the others under his control, but not now, he had no time for this annoying questioning. He knew that the anger was a mask; he could hear the thoughts bouncing around in his head, the worried, terrified thoughts.
"Of course, Master Gennai, sir," said the woman as she turned around curtly and walked out.
Gennai settled slowly back into his wooden chair and placed his hands on the rounded armrests. He hated shouting; he wasn't good at it. He was better at popping balloons behind Rathiel and startling the poor boy. Gennai slowly smirked, remembering the time he got Rathiel to leap three meters in the air after one really good prank. He took a deep breath and stood up again, unable to sit in his fidgety mood. His fingers wiggled and drummed against each other as he walked back and forth in the conference room. Finally he grunted and turned, walking out of the conference chamber into the command room.
The voices were bustling. Shouts rocketed back and forth. Klaxons blared and dinged and wooted in vary degrees of alarm. He looked at the large screen at the head of the room. An orange glare filled the monitor. It was almost like someone had mixed blood with orange juice and painted it on the screen. People were scampering all over, their feet scuffing and padding and tapping across the floor. The air was cold. He rubbed his arms trying to warm himself.
"Boost the transceiver…" One voice cut though the cacophony.
"Transceiver is as charged as high as the circuits can hold," shouted another voice, rising out of the others.
"Try and get some resolution, we have to cut through this luminance," shouted yet another voice rising to Gennai's attention.
The voices faded back into the background as Gennai took in the rushing Order members. His eyes watched the screen, the evenly orange screen. Glowing at him as if it was some practical joke, but he knew better. His eyes narrowed slightly.
"Master Gennai…" Luminel's voice rang in his ear. Gennai blinked and turned his head. The red haired woman was standing next to him again. "We're trying our best…"
"I know…" Gennai said with a heave of his chest. "Things could get ugly…in the next few minutes…"
"What do you mean?" the woman asked as she looked at the man.
Gennai pointed up to the screen. A shadow appeared in the ocean of orange. Large wings were unfurling; the wings were spiky in appearance but definitely within the lines of a bat or a dragon and not feathery like a bird's. The body was relatively humanoid, but the bigger, maybe six meters tall and much bulkier like it was covered in some sort of metal. A long, slim tail ending in some sort of heavy arrowhead was curling behind the body.
"What is that thing?" whispered one of the Order members as the room became uncannily silent.
"Something that's not supposed to be real…" Gennai said more to himself than to the others. His voice wavered between a speech and a whisper. "Something that is only imagined…The Great Terror…a story we tell baby digimon to keep them on the straight and narrow…the ultimate enemy…the ultimate incarnation of destruction…"
"DORUghoramon…" Luminel whispered quietly as she looked in awe of the shadow on the screen.
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AN: Shorter chapter, and I really changed things up this chapter from my original plan. I'm thinking this will work better. We'll see. I don't know I guess it will have to.