Hydra
By: Theodore 'Blitz' Leung
Disclaimer: All Digimon and their characters (except for those introduced in this fic/series) do NOT belong to me. I do not have permission to use their characters, but it's a FanFic, so, who cares? =) This story line belongs to me and me alone. Please ask for permission if you wish to use it. Thanks. Now let's get onto reading!
One Mega has come to us, using the power of all four Crests in the possession of that Digimon's partner to super charge that Digimon.
Well, if there was any debate between a Warp Digivolve or a Digivolved Ainoko, the path is clear now.
Unless it'll be a mixture of both. For all we know, the next Mega to join our ranks will be a Digivolved Ainoko.
Only time will tell.
~Diary of Marc 'Toe' Durron, fourth generation Digi-Destined
* * * * * *
Serangmon wrapped the bandage around his left arm, covering part of the burn marks he suffered from two Holy Blast attacks on his last encounter. His mind still hurt from the Silent Scream Kenokomon used on him, but it was beginning to clear.
"Rough battle I take it," the voice from the corner spoke. Serangmon remained silent, patting the bandages down to make sure they were secure.
"There was a Mega level Digimon in the battle," Serangmon replied finally, tossing the roll of bandages onto the desk.
"Ahh..." the figure mused. "So, your methods are working."
"Let's hope it's fast enough to prepare the Digi-Destined for the upcoming battles," Serangmon spoke. He touched an angel feather on his wing. The feather was charred black from Kharygarmon's fire attack.
"They will have a few more Mega level Digimon before you know it," the figure replied. "It follows a pattern: when one of them can hit a new level, the others will soon follow." Serangmon wasn't really paying attention, watching the outside through the windows. His thoughts were wondering, and the figure knew what the Angel was thinking.
"They died in a noble cause," the figure spoke, referring to all those deleted so far in the previous battles. "We'll be sure to reconfigure them for their deeds, do no worry." Serangmon saw truth in the words, but they felt hollow and empty despite that truth behind it.
"Noble, yes," Serangmon thought, sighing. "But if they do not succeed, then it will all be in vain..."
* * * * * *
Evertymon raced through the skies, Tao holding onto the back of the aerial Digimon.
"I'm guessing we're intentionally staying away from the others," Evertymon spoke out. The rushing wind didn't prevent communication between the two.
"If I go in some murderous mood again, I don't want to be near them when it happens," Tao answered, sighing. "And I know you can fly away from me when that happens."
"Maybe it won't happen," Evertymon suggested hopefully.
"Even if it doesn't..." Tao muttered, barely audible. "The others don't need me. I got them almost killed once before, they don't need me making that chance again."
"Well, I wouldn't say 'them', I'd say her," Evertymon replied in a half joking tone. Tao sighed, recalling what happened on that day when he was supposed to die. Shastina was given 72 hours before her death, all for the sake of Tao.
From that day, the boy hated himself for being weak and unable to defend his friends. From that day, he realised the others didn't need someone as weak as him around.
"No matter how hard I train, I'll never be strong enough to re-join them," Tao thought, closing his eyes. "I can get better, but I'll never reach expectations."
Evertymon continued to blaze a trail through the air, far surpassing the range the Digivice can detect other Digi-Destined.
* * * * * *
Millenimon landed onto the ground, Evertymon far out of range of Marc's Digivice. The avian Digimon took with him the person that Marc wished to speak too.
"Well, we tried," Marc told his Digimon, patting the dragon on the back before disembarking. Energy surrounded the Digimon as his form shrunk, reverting back to his Rookie form of Xemon.
"I guess he still doesn't want to be found...." Xemon replied, lowering his head disappointedly.
"I just wish I knew clearly why he doesn't want to come back," Marc responded. "I got an idea about why he won't, but I don't want to speak my mind until I know for sure."
"Well, what's your theory?" Xemon inquired, curious. Marc glanced down at the Digimon, exhaled, then told his little thought.
"Tao doesn't feel worthy," Marc spoke. "If you've noticed, he runs away because he says that we don't need him around, mainly blaming his own weakness on what happened to Shastina."
"The fact still remains that maybe he isn't so weak as he thinks," Marc continued. "Maybe he doesn't realise it, but I think he is running away from the entire problem. Even so, the need to help his friends overrides his retreat, henceforth his assistance every so often in the most dire of situations."
Xemon whistled, impressed with the insight.
"Eh, that's what happens when your friends with that kid for more then three years," Marc answered, grinning. "He's never been very confident in his own abilities," Marc answered seriously. "Guess the fact he wasn't able to protect Shastina caused him to jump the line."
"You mean he snapped?" Xemon asked. Marc nodded slowly, sighing.
"He's had a lot of talk about suicide, but I never took it seriously," Marc told his Digimon, kneeling down. "I think those thoughts are still there, and they're burning stronger then ever."
"He doesn't like that Darkness in him," Marc spoke, patting Xemon on the head. "Let's hope that doesn't throw him over the edge." Xemon nodded his agreement. He didn't like the fact that Tao would want to die, and now wanted to help Marc more then ever to find Tao.
"Hope is what we have," Xemon spoke jokingly in an effort to lift the seriousness of the situation. Marc understood the Digimon was referring to the Crest of Hope he possessed, but he didn't laugh or chuckle. "Well, I tried," Xemon whispered disappointedly.
* * * * * *
Tao disembarked from his Digimon, letting the Ultimate rest for a bit. In a flash, Evertymon was back to his Rookie form of Harriermon. The two remained silent as they sat down and rested on top of the hill.
"Tao..." Harriermon spoke, shattering the silence. The teenager glanced at his partner, the side of the sword tapping slowly against his shoulder. "Will I ever hit the Mega stage?"
Tao stopped tapping the blade against his shoulder, staring at his Digimon now. The Digi-Destined awaited an explanation from Harriermon about his doubts.
"The Crest of Light isn't really Light anymore..." Harriermon explained, knowing what his partner wanted. "And the Crest of Love hasn't shined since your hatred was released that time ago."
"No, Love hasn't shined since that day," Tao thought, placing his weapon flat against the ground. "And the Light has become Darkness under my possession," he continued, sighing. "I was always tormented like this, and even to this day, it has yet to slow down, yet alone stop."
"Tao?" Harriermon asked, a bit scared when Tao didn't respond. The boy glanced at his Digimon, forcing a smile.
"Have faith, it'll come," Tao answered, sounding calm. His mind raged with pessimistic thoughts, however, too many to list. The two remained silent once more, continuing the rest and think.
* * * * * *
Marc sighed, raising his cup to his lips and sipping the warm coffee. Xemon sat on the bench beside him, also sipping his own cup. Marc watched customers pass by, some disposing their garbage and leaving, others setting their tray down and settling in at a table to enjoy their meal.
Marc sat at the table in the corner, the desk and his body preventing Xemon from being exposed to the public. Once more, the boy took a sip from his drink.
"Marc Durron?" the voice asked. Marc looked up at the new comer, a boy no older then he is. He had black hair with white streaks and black eyes. The teenager also wore black jeans and a red T-shirt.
"Yes, that's me," Marc answered, setting his cup down. The teen nodded, sitting down. He placed a backpack onto the spot beside him. Marc could've sworn he heard noises from inside, but decided he was just going crazy. "Who are you?"
"Just call me Imperial Wrath," the teen answered. Marc gave him a questioning look, but nodded. Imperial placed his left hand onto the table, revealing a watch of sorts around his wrist. It was dark blue, and Marc though the design looked familiar. He glanced down at his own watch, finding the design of his new watch and Imperial's watch very similar, though Imperial's device looked technologically more advanced. There was a larger screen on the teen's watch, plus it showed just more then time.
"Is that a Crest?" Marc thought, though on cue, the picture faded from the screen. Marc sighed, and gazed into the eyes of the boy. "What do you want?" Marc asked.
"I come with a message," Imperial spoke softly, lowering his voice. He pressed closer to the table, as did Marc to hear the boy better.
"Today, you'll be facing a battle that can cost you your life," Imperial spoke. "You must have hope if you want Xemon to reach his strongest stage." Marc reeled back with the mention of Xemon, surprised that the boy knew. Imperial nodded once more, taking his bag and standing back up.
"We will meet again, do not worry," Imperial told Marc, leaving.
"Xemon..." Marc spoke quickly, though the Digimon understood, entering the bag they used as transportation. Zipping it up quickly, Marc shouldered the bag and followed Imperial. The Digi-Destined wasn't sure if Imperial knew he was following him.
Imperial turned into the park across the street. Marc followed him stealthily yet quickly. It went on for ten minutes, until Imperial turned into a dead end alley.
"What do you me-" Marc was about to ask, but stopped and fell silent, seeing Imperial no more in the alley. He vanished when Marc turned to look in.
"What the hell?" Marc thought, shaking his head. "Maybe I am losing it..." he muttered, unzipping his bag slightly for Xemon to get some air.
"I take it he's gone," Xemon inquired. Marc didn't need to reply, the answer was quite obvious.
Without warning, as usual, Marc's Digivice began to go off. The teen didn't need to look at the item in his hand, it was quite clear what will happen when the Digivice was reacting like that.
* * * * * *
"Legionarimon, Digivolve!!" K.H. shouted out, raising his Digivice, the Crest of Love shining brightly.
"Legionarimon...Digivolve to...Aikoumon!"
The humanoid Digimon with wings took to the sky, colliding head on with the opposing Digimon. With on swift downward kick, Aikoumon was back on the ground, face first.
"There's no way Aikoumon can take on Kuramon alone..." K.H. hissed to himself, holding the Digivice tightly. "The damn Digimon is a Mega for crying out loud...even with three Ultimate, this will still be trouble..." K.H. cursed slightly, watching Aikoumon get back to his feet and dash towards Kuramon.
Kuramon, a Mega level Digimon, was a hunch-backed beast with tanned yellow skin and lots of fur. His claws were able to cut through Aikoumon's armour like it was nothing. On the Digimon's back was a pair of wings, one of pitch-black angel winds, the other as crimson clad daemon wings.
The two Digimon locked hands, both trying to get the upper hand over the other. Claws shinned in the afternoon sun, making it difficult for K.H. to watch the battle.
Kuramon quickly got the upper hand over his Ultimate level adversary, tossing Aikoumon back into the ground, back first this time.
"DUAL WING!"
Kuramon hovered a bit higher into the air, then flapped both pairs of conflicting wings together, sparking a gray ray of energy in an X shaped form at Aikoumon.
With insane speed, Crysdramon was in between Aikoumon and the Dual Wing attack, setting up a Sonic Shield attack.
The X energy pushed against the barrier, straining Crysdramon as he tried to maintain hold on the shield. Cracks were slowly forming in the energy.
With his last ounce of strength, Crysdramon pushed the Dual Wing attack away, exhausting him. Aikoumon got to his feet, nodding in thanks and facing Kuramon.
"Never give up," Crysdramon spoke, unable to hold the form with the massive energy lose on holding the Sonic Shield. Xemon quickly stepped away from the from the battleground.
"Well, so much for that idea," Marc spoke softly, joining K.H. at the sidelines. His tone was clearly away from the cheerful optimistic one that K.H. always knew.
"Something the matter, Marc?" K.H. asked, taking his attention away from the battle.
"We ain't going to win this...." Marc spoke after a long silence. Aikoumon was holding his own quite well despite being outmatched.
"W-what do ya mean?" K.H. asked quickly, unsure if he heard right. "The holder of Hope is talking like this?!" K.H. thought, unable to believe it.
"I don't need to repeat myself," Marc spoke softly, sighing. "We ain't going to win."
"How can you say that?!" K.H. exclaimed. If this was Tao, he could believe it, sort of, but this is Marc, always the one talking about optimism.
"Kuramon is a Mega level Digimon, in comparison to Aikoumon as an Ultimate," Marc spoke, holding his Digivice. The Crest of Knowledge glowed softly on his screen.
"We've been through tougher situations!" K.H. protested.
"We weren't alone during those times," Marc spoke softly, somehow calm. "We had friends, lots of them..." The Crest of Friendship slowly began to glow in the Digivice.
"So, what do you propose we do?" K.H. asked, calming down partially. Marc glanced at Xemon, the dragon Digimon watching the battling unfold.
"Go with Aikoumon and get the hell out of here," Marc answered. "Me and Xemon can hold him off for a bit." Marc's Crest of Reliability began to glow in a faint gray colour.
"You crazy?!" K.H. exploded, unable to contain it. "Tao has been getting to you, you're beginning to talk just like him!"
"Heh, that's what you get when you know that kid for three years," Marc replied sarcastically. "Now go." K.H. held his ground, clutching his fist tightly. "Go..." Marc ordered, not turning to face K.H.
"No," K.H. responded. Marc looked over at the other Digi-Destined. "I won't leave you," K.H. continued, uncurling his fist.
"Listen, we're going to die if we both stay here," Marc told his friend.
"Then you go," K.H. responded, forcing the words out. "I already have the Ultimate level Digimon fighting. You should go now and not look back." Marc gazed into K.H.'s eyes, seeing how serious the teenager was.
"Then we die together," Marc spoke calmly, unfazed with those words.
"You crazy...!" K.H. spoke, unable to finish. Marc didn't respond, not even look at his companion.
K.H., fed up now, punched Marc in the face, nearly knocking the boy down in surprise. Marc held the soreness in his face, staring at K.H. in disbelief. Xemon watched the two, shocked with K.H.'s sudden outbreak.
"You can't give up!" K.H. shouted, grabbing Marc by the collar of his shirt. "The Crest of Hope is with you! Tao lost the shine in his once, you can't afford to do the same!"
"K.H...." Marc spoke softly, still partially stunned by K.H.'s sudden aggressive act.
"Do you just want to die?!" K.H. argued. "Without even trying?! We have a job to do in this world, and if you keep thinking like that, we won't get anywhere! The group is already strained enough with Tao's refusal to join us, we can't afford to lose another!"
Marc sighed, pulling himself away from K.H. The boy turned back to witness the battle, watching Aikoumon slowly lose energy from the constant assault.
"What was it Imperial said?" Marc asked himself, still watching. "...have...hope...?" Marc glanced at Xemon. He noticed the Dragon Digimon was watching him intently.
"Have...hope...." Marc repeated to himself, biting his lower lip. "That's what Imperial said..."
"Marc…take care of Shas for me…"
Marc replayed that line, a line Tao told him after they defeated Axeramon. He had a responsibility now, and he couldn't let his friend down. Tao trusted him, Marc had the Crest of Reliability, and he couldn't let his friend down.
"Have hope," Marc thought once more, closing his eyes. "I have to have hope...everyone is counting on me...now more then ever. I have to survive this encounter..."
"I must...have...hope..."
Marc's Digivice charged with energy, the Crest of Hope shining brighter then ever before. His four Crests blasted out of his Digivice, surrounding Xemon.
"Xemon...Warp Digivolve to..."
The four Crests surrounding him formed arced energy beams, covering the Digimon completely under the glow. Slowly, the oval energy shrunk, before expanding again quickly, the orb breaking apart. In its place was a crimson scaled body. Four long appendages grew out of the front, followed with heads on each appendage. The necks twirled around, then unwound, one Crest appearing on each forehead of the dragon. Dragon wings sprouted from the back of the new Digimon.
"Hydramon!"
"Well, it's a Hydra...I'll give it that much..." K.H. commented, watching the new Mega level Digimon. Aikoumon broke off from the combat, landing beside K.H. and reverting back to the Rookie stage. Kinoumon collapsed into a heap, exhausted.
"HOLY BEAM!"
Pure white energy lashed out from the dragon head with the Crest of Hope on his forehead. Kuramon banked left, but the blast clipped his two left wings, sending him plummeting to the ground.
"HYDRO BEAM!"
The dragon head with the Crest of Reliability was now in action, blasting Kuramon with a waterfall of water energy. At the same time, the dragon head with the Crest of Knowledge made his move.
"ELECTRIC BEAM!"
The volts of electricity blasted upstream the Hydro Beam, compounding the damage as both beams continued to hit home against the mutated Digimon. To finish it off, the dragon head with the Crest of Friendship attacked.
"ICE BEAM!"
In the already soaked condition, Ice energy sprayed all over Kuramon, freezing his lower body into the ground. Struggle as he might, the Digimon couldn't escape the ice prison Hydramon made for him.
"CONVERGING WRATH!"
All four heads on the Hydra Digimon pointed towards the same point in the air, firing their beams out. Slowly, a sphere of power formed, a mixture of all four elements in one. Kuramon continued to struggle, eyes wide at the ball forming in front of him.
"Say good night," Marc whispered, smirking.
The ball of energy was released, heading straight towards Kuramon. The Digimon screamed in shock, but it was quickly silenced when the blast pressed against him. Ice shards flew everywhere as the ice prison was shattered. The Digimon was no where to be seen, though the two Digi-Destined assumed Kuramon was turned into data.
* * * * * *
The Darkness sighed, witnessing the fall of another Digimon.
"It's hard to find help these days," the Darkness spoke to himself. "When I become whole again, and when I'm free from this infernal prison, I'll be sure to make those Digi-Destined suffer..."
Fin
Completed: 04/05/01
