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Oops! I sent in Chapter 7 before I read the reviews for Chapter 6... Ok, so I HAVE been making Rika a bit too sweet and Chapter 7 was no exception. Ok, ok... I won't make Rika like a clone of Sora. I promise! But she doesn't show up much this chapter. Just please don't stop reading!!! :( R/R when you're done, please?
The power of three
Part 8: The Legend of Venomhydramon
In the digital world, the young tamer, Henry, laid still on a block of stone, surrounded by the eerie glow of darkness. In his mind, he had no idea that he was there, since something in his mind pulled him away... into a dream. Within the same emptiness as the dream with his encounter of Daemon, Henry found an image of someone approaching him. As the image got closer, he found a mirror image of himself, standing right before him.
"Who are you?" Henry asked. The figure smiled. Without moving his lips, a voice answered.
I'm you.
Looking at his own hand, Henry saw that he was the only thing that bared color. The color of flesh and blood. His image was black and white. The figure smiled again and spoke without showing that he was.
Odd, isn't it? I have no actual flesh and blood like you. I'm an image of yourself. The feeling you hold with you.
"But why are you here?"
I'm here to show you what you've been holding. It's time for me to let you know what is keeping you from being strong.
"I am strong! Aren't I?"
Yes... but not as strong as you can be. I don't represent all your feelings... only your negative ones. Your sadness. Your fears. The more you have the more I'll grow. I've grown enough to hold my own image.
"So there's two of me?"
Sort of. With the sadness you hold, you become two separate people. Your optimism bars anyone from knowing what angers or upsets you.
"But that's a good thing."
No, it isn't. Your bottled feelings are unused energy. Power you can use to strengthen your capabilities. Take your friend Rika for example. When she allowed her anger to train herself, as a tamer, she became powerful. Isn't that what you want?
Henry remained silent. Was he right? Should he change the ways he's been fighting?
Smiling, the image continued.
Let's see another example. Shall we?
Meanwhile, back in the real world, Impmon explained the legend of Venomhydramon.
"Many centuries ago, in the digital world, an evil digimon, Venomhydramon, demanded that he ruled the skies, the lands, and the waters. Of course, the four guardians refused. Venomhydramon was outraged. He was a human sized digimon... but he was a powerful mega. Using his powers, he sealed away the guardians and kept them trapped."
"But wouldn't he try to take over our world?" Takato questioned.
"He did. But even sending his dark army of soldiers... Devimon, Myotismon, Piedmon... and more... they were defeated by a group of children and their digimon. When the eight children found their crests, the combined light freed the four guardians from Venomhydramon's spell. Ick, that's so good it makes me sick."
"Just keep telling the legend!" Rika yelled.
"Ok, so when those goody-goody children went of to battle some more evil nuts, the four guardians used their powers to seal Venomhydramon away for good. Or so they thought."
"What happened?" Guilmon questioned.
"Daemon had managed to collect the broken data, but Venomhydramon had trouble returning to his true form..."
In Henry's dream, the emptiness filled with images. It was the Shinjuku park at night. The image of Rika and Takato together flashed before him.
"That's Rika and Takato... yesterday when I woke up in the night."
It's merely a memory, my friend. Think of it as a film of your mind. Now... at this point you found out that Rika and Takato had feelings for each other. Isn't that right?
"Yes... but I'm happy for them." Henry's twin shook his head.
Your optimism made you feel that way. But deep inside, you bottled up another feeling. The feeling of yourself being crushed. Didn't you secretly like Rika yourself? But now you know that it was your best friend that she liked?
Henry remained silent. He was right. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he did like Rika for a while, and it was definitely a crushing blow when Rika and Takato admitted that they liked each other. His image continued to speak.
But don't let that stop you. Don't let anyone call you weak again. Not Rika, not the digimon, not even Daemon.
*flashback*
"Someone as weak and pathetic as you wouldn't be able to help your friends at all." - Daemon
"What did you think you were doing!?" - Rika, angered by Henry.
*End Flashback*
Henry reached up to his cheek where Rika had been so angry with him, she slapped him. Could he let it change? Instead of him being hit, could he overpower others instead?
"So you're telling me because he was weaken so much by the guardians, that he couldn't pull his data back to a physical form?" Takato questioned as Impmon continued to explain the legend.
"That's right." Impmon replied. "So he needs someone else to help him. But the problem is, he requires a REAL physical form. A human. True flesh and blood." The digimon and the tamers glanced nervously at each other.
"If he chose to merge with another digimon, the results are unknown and dangerous... if the digimon is not the right one. What you kids all hear about merging... DNA digivolving stuff... requires a partner of equal power. There was no one to match Venomhydramon's power."
"But... wouldn't that mean the digimon show is real?" Rika asked.
"Ya... one of the digi-destined made it into a novel and they decided to make a TV show... but that's not the point."
"So, like the TV show, wouldn't Venomhydramon just pick some random person like Malomyotismon picked Oikawa?"
"It isn't a random choice... they have to find someone with enough darkness and hatred. The person also has to have enough power to suit the digimon. It doesn't have to be equal... but they have to be able to handle it. Of course, there's always a flaw in this method..."
"What?" Renamon asked.
"Whoever they chose has to agree to the merge. If they don't agree, it doesn't work."
"So if what you're saying is true, then if what we think is going to happen is true, it won't happen unless Henry agrees?" Terriermon sighed with relief.
"Don't get your hopes up, pipsqueak." Impmon said. "Venomhydramon is a very tricky digimon. If your friend doesn't know what is going on, the odds are against him."
They've done it before... but if you let me help you, I'll make sure it doesn't happen. Don't let me weigh you down. Let me make you stronger and show everyone what you want or how you feel... and make sure they do things your way.
Henry's image held out his hand and smiled. Henry was unsure, and only looked at the offer ahead of him.
Trust me.
With these last words, Henry made up his mind. Lifting his hand, he grasped the final seal to the offer. The image grinned. It wasn't a cheerful grin, but a menacing grin.
Thank you... you won't regret this.
Henry gasped in horror to see his image's eyes become icy. He felt the grip tighten causing him to be unable to let go.
I'm you now, after all.
To be continued in part 9...
How was that? It didn't seem too bad! Please R/R!
Oops! I sent in Chapter 7 before I read the reviews for Chapter 6... Ok, so I HAVE been making Rika a bit too sweet and Chapter 7 was no exception. Ok, ok... I won't make Rika like a clone of Sora. I promise! But she doesn't show up much this chapter. Just please don't stop reading!!! :( R/R when you're done, please?
The power of three
Part 8: The Legend of Venomhydramon
In the digital world, the young tamer, Henry, laid still on a block of stone, surrounded by the eerie glow of darkness. In his mind, he had no idea that he was there, since something in his mind pulled him away... into a dream. Within the same emptiness as the dream with his encounter of Daemon, Henry found an image of someone approaching him. As the image got closer, he found a mirror image of himself, standing right before him.
"Who are you?" Henry asked. The figure smiled. Without moving his lips, a voice answered.
I'm you.
Looking at his own hand, Henry saw that he was the only thing that bared color. The color of flesh and blood. His image was black and white. The figure smiled again and spoke without showing that he was.
Odd, isn't it? I have no actual flesh and blood like you. I'm an image of yourself. The feeling you hold with you.
"But why are you here?"
I'm here to show you what you've been holding. It's time for me to let you know what is keeping you from being strong.
"I am strong! Aren't I?"
Yes... but not as strong as you can be. I don't represent all your feelings... only your negative ones. Your sadness. Your fears. The more you have the more I'll grow. I've grown enough to hold my own image.
"So there's two of me?"
Sort of. With the sadness you hold, you become two separate people. Your optimism bars anyone from knowing what angers or upsets you.
"But that's a good thing."
No, it isn't. Your bottled feelings are unused energy. Power you can use to strengthen your capabilities. Take your friend Rika for example. When she allowed her anger to train herself, as a tamer, she became powerful. Isn't that what you want?
Henry remained silent. Was he right? Should he change the ways he's been fighting?
Smiling, the image continued.
Let's see another example. Shall we?
Meanwhile, back in the real world, Impmon explained the legend of Venomhydramon.
"Many centuries ago, in the digital world, an evil digimon, Venomhydramon, demanded that he ruled the skies, the lands, and the waters. Of course, the four guardians refused. Venomhydramon was outraged. He was a human sized digimon... but he was a powerful mega. Using his powers, he sealed away the guardians and kept them trapped."
"But wouldn't he try to take over our world?" Takato questioned.
"He did. But even sending his dark army of soldiers... Devimon, Myotismon, Piedmon... and more... they were defeated by a group of children and their digimon. When the eight children found their crests, the combined light freed the four guardians from Venomhydramon's spell. Ick, that's so good it makes me sick."
"Just keep telling the legend!" Rika yelled.
"Ok, so when those goody-goody children went of to battle some more evil nuts, the four guardians used their powers to seal Venomhydramon away for good. Or so they thought."
"What happened?" Guilmon questioned.
"Daemon had managed to collect the broken data, but Venomhydramon had trouble returning to his true form..."
In Henry's dream, the emptiness filled with images. It was the Shinjuku park at night. The image of Rika and Takato together flashed before him.
"That's Rika and Takato... yesterday when I woke up in the night."
It's merely a memory, my friend. Think of it as a film of your mind. Now... at this point you found out that Rika and Takato had feelings for each other. Isn't that right?
"Yes... but I'm happy for them." Henry's twin shook his head.
Your optimism made you feel that way. But deep inside, you bottled up another feeling. The feeling of yourself being crushed. Didn't you secretly like Rika yourself? But now you know that it was your best friend that she liked?
Henry remained silent. He was right. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he did like Rika for a while, and it was definitely a crushing blow when Rika and Takato admitted that they liked each other. His image continued to speak.
But don't let that stop you. Don't let anyone call you weak again. Not Rika, not the digimon, not even Daemon.
*flashback*
"Someone as weak and pathetic as you wouldn't be able to help your friends at all." - Daemon
"What did you think you were doing!?" - Rika, angered by Henry.
*End Flashback*
Henry reached up to his cheek where Rika had been so angry with him, she slapped him. Could he let it change? Instead of him being hit, could he overpower others instead?
"So you're telling me because he was weaken so much by the guardians, that he couldn't pull his data back to a physical form?" Takato questioned as Impmon continued to explain the legend.
"That's right." Impmon replied. "So he needs someone else to help him. But the problem is, he requires a REAL physical form. A human. True flesh and blood." The digimon and the tamers glanced nervously at each other.
"If he chose to merge with another digimon, the results are unknown and dangerous... if the digimon is not the right one. What you kids all hear about merging... DNA digivolving stuff... requires a partner of equal power. There was no one to match Venomhydramon's power."
"But... wouldn't that mean the digimon show is real?" Rika asked.
"Ya... one of the digi-destined made it into a novel and they decided to make a TV show... but that's not the point."
"So, like the TV show, wouldn't Venomhydramon just pick some random person like Malomyotismon picked Oikawa?"
"It isn't a random choice... they have to find someone with enough darkness and hatred. The person also has to have enough power to suit the digimon. It doesn't have to be equal... but they have to be able to handle it. Of course, there's always a flaw in this method..."
"What?" Renamon asked.
"Whoever they chose has to agree to the merge. If they don't agree, it doesn't work."
"So if what you're saying is true, then if what we think is going to happen is true, it won't happen unless Henry agrees?" Terriermon sighed with relief.
"Don't get your hopes up, pipsqueak." Impmon said. "Venomhydramon is a very tricky digimon. If your friend doesn't know what is going on, the odds are against him."
They've done it before... but if you let me help you, I'll make sure it doesn't happen. Don't let me weigh you down. Let me make you stronger and show everyone what you want or how you feel... and make sure they do things your way.
Henry's image held out his hand and smiled. Henry was unsure, and only looked at the offer ahead of him.
Trust me.
With these last words, Henry made up his mind. Lifting his hand, he grasped the final seal to the offer. The image grinned. It wasn't a cheerful grin, but a menacing grin.
Thank you... you won't regret this.
Henry gasped in horror to see his image's eyes become icy. He felt the grip tighten causing him to be unable to let go.
I'm you now, after all.
To be continued in part 9...
How was that? It didn't seem too bad! Please R/R!