Digimon: Digital Monsters
Mirror, Mirror—Part VI
By 7 of 11
Cradling his fallen partner in his arms, Jun stared up at the behemoth Scarabmon and his partner, the evil Alt-Koushiro. "Are you okay, Sikamon?" He whispered. Sikamon had been hit by the Mega's attack, and severely beaten.
Weakly, the fox like Digimon nodded. "I'm fine, Jun." Suddenly, he gasped.
"What? What is it?" Jun asked, concerned.
Sikamon started to glow. "Jun! I can feel your power…I'm getting stronger! This is amazing!"
Jun covered his eyes, as Sikamon's radiance grew too brilliant to look at. Could Sikamon be…what was it his parents called it? Digivolving? Was it possible?
"SIKAMON DIGVOLVE TO…PSIMON!" Now, where Sikamon had been, a larger Digimon was. He looked somewhat like a werewolf; he was still clearly a dog-like animal, but it stood on his hind legs as if human. An unearthly glow surrounded him, and his eyes shone blue.
"Cool!" Was all that the normally eloquent Jun could say. However, this was beyond cool. This was amazing!
Psimon climbed to his feet and confronted Scarabmon, who snickered. "Oh, this is better, but still! Even a Champion can't stop a Digimon of my power!"
"It appears that someone has a bit of an ego problem," Psimon growled. "But that can be corrected…Psychic Bomb!" Energy crackled as he lifted his hands above his head, eyes closed. Blue sparks flashed from fingertip to fingertip as he gathered his power. Slowly, a sphere of power started to coalesce in the palm of his hand. It swelled, going from the size of a golf ball, to a tennis ball, yet it still grew. Now it was about the size of a tire; the size of a boulder. Then, Psimon leapt into the air and hurled the ball at Scarabmon.
A thunderclap rocked the area as the bomb collided with the gigantic beetle. Waves of azure psi power picked Jun up and threw him into the air. But then a large, yet gentle hand grasped him, and pulled him down to earth safely. It was Psimon.
When the light had cleared, the aftermath of the Psychic Bomb was apparent. The cars that had littered the airport terminal previously had been vaporized, melted metal signaling where they had been. But Scarabmon was barely hurt at all! He had retreated into his large, protective, shell casing. Even now he was coming out. "Nice try but not good enough! TETRA SHOCKER!"
As the discharge shot past the two, narrowly missing them, Jun felt the hairs on his arm stand on end. His brain started whirring like a computer. That attack had been an electric one…maybe…yes!
"TETRA SHOCKER!" This one didn't miss. Psimon fell to the ground, chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Psimon!" Jun shouted, worried. He needed more time…and then he saw the hose, wrapped neatly up by the spigot it was attached to. Water conducted electricity…
Jun picked up the fire hose. "Hey, ugly!" he bellowed. "Yeah, I'm talking to you!"
The beetle stood over him. "Who are you calling ugly? I think you'll pay for that! TETRA…"
Jun smiled. "Nope, I won't be the one who is going to pay!" He turned the hose on full blast. The jet of water shot over Scarabmon, drenching him, and throwing him backwards.
Weakly, Psimon started to get up. Why did he suddenly feel more powerful? This was odd…
Alt-Koushiro cursed from his spot on Scarabmon's carapace. "Nice try, but it didn't work! Scarabmon, let's finish him off for once and for all!"
"Right! TETRA SHOCKER!" However, instead of frying Jun, the electric ray backfired, showering power all over Scarabmon and Alt-Koushiro, who fell off, electricity sparking from his mouth.
At that precise moment, Jun felt his crest glow, and then he understood. "The Crest of Mind and Reason…" he whispered to himself.
"PSIMON DIGIVOLVE TO…ORACLEMON!" A shiver ran down Jun's back as he saw this new Digimon, even though he knew he was on their side. Oraclemon was, by all appearances, human. At least, from the neck down, he was human. His head was obscured by a dark obsidian helmet, yet twin spots of scarlet shone where his eyes would be. A black cape encircled his body, and he levitated in midair. His hands, also, were somewhat scary. They were long, with spindly fingers, and black, yet seemed to glow blue.
When Oraclemon spoke, his voice sounded like a million voices speaking in a chorus as one. "You have hurt people," he intoned. "Innocents. And for that you will pay the price…" He flew to the downed Scarabmon, and raised his right arm. "Fate's Touch!" And then he brought his hand down, index finger extended. When he touched Scarabmon, a brilliant black spread over the creature from the point where his finger made contact. When Scarabmon was entirely black, he started to shrivel up. With one final cry of pain, Scarabmon vanished.
"And now time for you!" Oraclemon said, turning to Alt-Koushiro, who stood in defiance.
"NO! YOU WILL NEVER DEFEAT ME! NEVER!" Alt-Koushiro yelled, his eyes wild.
"Fate's Touch!" The Ultimate-Stage Digimon lay his hand on Alt-Koushiro's shoulder, who slumped…and started to shine with darkness.
"No…It can't be possible…never…" Alt-Koushiro moaned, and then he was gone.
Jun crept over to Oraclemon. "Are you…are you Psimon?" He asked, nervously.
Under the dark helmet, Oraclemon smiled. "Yes, I am, Jun. Don't be afraid." But then the smile disappeared. "Hurry! We need to get to the other kids and help them rescue our parents!"
To Be Continued…
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