Myotismon's Revenge 3

Author Notes: The true action that everyone was hunting for starts here. Because of a certain situation near the end, Myotismon's words will be in bold italic, like so: Die! Simple, isn't it?

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon, but Digimon owns me. Isn't that weird?

"My name is Myotismon," the figure said. Although he stayed in the shadows, I was able to see his eyes. They seemed to be a piercing blue, stabbing right into him.

"Myotismon? Myotismon? First, you get help from Demidevimon and now Myotismon! Oh man, this whole thing was a setup!" Matt bellowed. He started to quickly pace back and forth.

"Geez, I just seem to bring bad luck everywhere, don't I?" Richard said, hanging his head.

"Don't worry about it, you didn't know what you were getting into. Tell me the rest," Matt stated, still walking in his frenzied path.

"Myotismon, eh? Richard Ishida," I stated, holding out his hand.

"Charmed," Myotismon drawled, shaking my hand. I openly cringed at the touch of Myotismon's hand. It was icy cold, no warmth whatsoever. Not only that, Myotismon's slender hands was incredibly strong. I tried his best to not to physically grimace, but had no such luck.

"So…" I started, after shaking hands with Myotismon, "you can take me to the Digital World?"

"Yes I can. However, there is something you must realize," Myotismon replied.

"I should have realized there was going to be a catch. What is it?" I responded irritably.

"You cannot return to this world unless your sons free the digital world," Myotismon brusquely answered.

"What? Who are you kidding? I have a wife!" I hollered at the top of my voice.

"I am not a mon that plays jokes, Mr. Ishida. Now, choose; are you going or are you staying?" Myotismon questioned.

I then started to think. What a choice. I always thought that I would return within a couple of days. I never thought that I would have to stay longer. I don't even know anything about the digital world. I could be killed and Nancy would be alone. However, I have to see my sons. It is selfish, but I have to try to be the father I never was.

"Well, Mr. Ishida, what is your choice? Are you going to see your sons or are you staying here with your wife? I ask that you choose quickly for travel between worlds is very difficult," Myotismon interjected.

"Yeah, I made my choice. I'm going," I said.

Myotismon then smiled a small grin. To me, it seemed to radiate darkness and malevolence. However, I would not tell Myotismon that. It would bust my only chance to see my sons.

"Good. Wait here," Myotismon said. Myotismon then floated in the air, and started moving his hands in a circular motion.

"Nice parlor trick," I absent – mindedly. I continued to watch Myotismon float in the air.

"I assure you Mr. Ishida that this is not some simple parlor trick," Myotismon said angrily. He levitated downwards and continued moving his hands in the same circular motion.

"Sorry. I never meant to offend you," I replied.

"Apology accepted," Myotismon said. "Done," he then responded. He levitated to the floor.

"Done doing what?" I asked.

"Done doing this, Mr. Ishida!" Myotismon exclaimed as he snapped his fingers. When he completed that action, an oval shaped cavity opened up where he previously waving his hands. A bright aqua colored light escaped from the hole, and blinded me. I covered my eyes and turned away in defense. When I looked back at the void, an aqua – colored oval was in place of the void. The bright light also pushed away the darkness that beforehand covered Myotismon's appearance. I then studied Myotismon intently.

Clad in a blue, ancient, shirt and pants combo, a cape, purple mask, leather boots, and gray gloves, Myotismon did not seem to be a large threat to anyone. With his lanky arms, pale skin, and petite waist, one would completely underestimate him. I knew better then to do that. I knew that Myotismon was much stronger than he looked.

"Mr. Ishida, I know that I am handsome, but there is no need to stare at me like that," Myotismon joked.

"What? I mean, I wasn't, I never meant…" I stumbled, unsure of how to take myself out of this sticky situation.

"Worry not, Ishida, for I am joking," Myotismon said, enjoying the way that I had squirmed. "Now, you first," Myotismon said, bowing and gesturing toward the portal.

"You must be kidding. I am not going through that thing first. Why not you?" I questioned.

"Well, I have to use my powers to make sure the portal doesn't fall on itself. However, if you do not want to go first, I have the perfect candidate. Demidevimon!" Myotismon shouted quite brusquely.

"Y-y-yes Myotismon?" Demidevimon stuttered. He meekly walked before Myotismon and bowed.

"Go through the portal," Myotismon commanded. He pointed toward the hole to emphasize his point.

"Can't I stay here?" Demidevimon meekly requested. "I mean, there is such a beautiful sunset right…"
"Damn the sunset! Go!!!" Myotismon barked with ruthless authority.

"Y-y-yes sir…" Demidevimon mumbled. He slowly dragged his clawed feet in the dust, making it slowly swirl in the air.

"Sometimes," Myotismon whispered to me, "lackeys need an extra push." He then forcefully kicked Demidevimon into the portal.

Demidevimon flew into the portal like a speeding baseball. "Help me!" he shouted as he continued to speed through the portal. His cry echoed throughout the country air.

"Geez…" I said, scratching my head. I was not so sure if to go now. Demidevimon was his helper, and he treats him like trash.

"I see that you are still doubting, Ishida," Myotismon commented, since I still stood planted to the same spot.

"Yeah," I quietly responded.

"You came all this just to quit?" Myotismon asked.

"No, I just need time," I responded.

"Time is the last thing we have, Ishida."
"I know that."

"Well? This is the time to make your stand. Are you staying or are you going?"
I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. This was one hell of a choice. "Yeah," I stated.

"You said that last time, and you are still here," Myotismon responded. To me, it sounded as if he was taunting me, and enjoying it thoroughly.

"Yeah, but I am going now," I countered. I walked slowly up to the portal and stared into it. There did not seem to be an end to it. I stared at what seemed to be the insides of it. I then realized that it just was not just a single color. It was blue, yellow, and green mixed together. After a more meticulous observation, I realized that more colors were mixed, more colors than the human eye could recognize, more than could be counted. It looks like a living, breathing painting, I breathlessly thought to myself.

"Just like lackeys, certain people need an extra push," Myotismon said and pushed me toward the portal.

"What are you doing?" I shouted. I stumbled unto the edge of the portal and then started to gain my balance. I flailed my arms in a crazed circle to try to help, but to no avail. I teetered precariously on my heels.

"I am giving you that push the jumpstarts the change of the world. Enjoy the ride," Myotismon said. He smiled as he tapped me on my forehead. A deep, wicked laugh was the last thing I heard.

"And now I'm here," Richard finished. He slowly slumped to the floor and sat down. He held his head in his hands. "I really caused a lot of problems, haven't I?"

"Yeah, but nothing that cannot be handled," Matt said. He sat opposite of his father. "So from what you said, Myotismon pretty much used you as bait to get to me. But why?" Matt questioned.

"Who knows? Maybe he knows something about you that you yourself don't know," Mr. Ishida responded.

"Maybe. Could he be trying to break up the group? On the other hand, why is he still alive? I'm sure we kicked his tail back in the real world," Matt continued to ponder.

"Maybe he got away just in time to lick his wounds, and is ready for round three," Mr. Ishida answered back.

"Maybe you're being a pessimist and are getting on my nerves," Matt said coarsely.

"Sorry, it's just that…" Richard started, "that my visit didn't turn out the way I wanted it to."
"How did you think it would be?" Matt teasingly asked.

"Well…" Mr. Ishida started. He stood up and carefully brushed his pants. "I was going to completely surprise you and your friends. You would all ask me questions and I would answer them all. Then, I talk to TK and you privately, you know, father to sons. Anyway, I'd stay for a while then leave," he finished.

"That seems to be too good to be true," Matt answered.

"Whose a pessimist now?" Richard taunted. His cheerful face then turn into a painful grimace. Mr. Ishida fell to the floor and gripped his chest.

"Dad, are you all right?" Matt anxiously inquired. He knelt besides his father and carefully studied him.

"I'm all right, but I'm feeling kind of hot. Bring me that pitcher of water off the table, will you?" Mr. Ishida asked. He opened the collar of his shirt and started to fan himself.

"Yeah sure," Matt replied and hurried to the table. He picked up the glass pitcher and turned to go back to his Dad. What he saw scared him so much that he dropped the jug. The glass pitcher shattered into thousands of pieces, and the water splashed onto his jeans.

"What happened Matt? Why did you drop the pitcher? See something that scared you?" Mr. Ishida asked.

"Dad, look at your skin…." Matt slowly whispered.

Richard did as his son said and gasped. His skin was a bright red, as if he fell into red paint. It was bulging and squirming in the most inhuman way. "What's going on?" He shouted.

"I-I-I-I don't know," Matt stuttered.

"Why is this happening to me? Matt, help me!" Richard shouted.

Matt stood rooted in the same spot for several seconds. He then got an idea. He took off his gloves and soaked them in the ice – cold water that was in the pitcher. Maybe this will help him out, Matt thought desperately. He rushed to his father and slid into a kneeling position near him. He took one of the drenched gloves and tried to apply it to his father's head. When he placed his hand on his Dad's head, Matt quickly removed his hand because of the heat. "Ah man! Dad, you're burning up! Matt shouted. He quickly placed his hand in the wet glove.

Richard continued to cringe in pain. Except for his clothes, he was completely red. "Matt, I don't think I'm going to make it. Just in case, Matt, let TK know that I love the both of yo…" A large explosion erupted right in the exact spot Richard laid. It was strong enough to knock Matt backwards. When Matt got back to his feet, his eyes immediately searched for his father. His sapphire eyes locked on a human skeleton.

"Dad?" Matt questioned. He crawled to the skeleton and looked it over. "This can't be my dad," Matt said to himself. Then he noticed a small plastic card inside of the ribcage of the skeleton. Shakily, Matt picked up the card and read it.

Richard Ishida

Odaiba Television Station

Producer

"No, it can't be," Matt, whispered. He fell to his knees and bowed his head. Salty tears fell on the skeleton and removed some of the already settling dust.

"No matter how many times I do that, I never tire of it," Myotismon said. He walked right up to the skeleton. He had a look of disgust, and turned up his nose. "Although, I often wish the spell would completely incinerate the body," He then deftly kicked the skull off Richard Ishida's skeleton.

"You…" Matt said. He remained unmoved, but he clenched his fists and began to shake with anger.

"Yes, it is I. It has been a while since we met, Bearer of Friendship. Let's recap, shall we?" Myotismon taunted. He walked away from Matt's kneeling figure. "After traveling to Japan, you Digi – brats followed me. You then found the Eighth Child, and utilized her to try to defeat me. Then, I came back in a new form. I was supposedly defeated by your two mega Digimon, yet I stand here today. That means only one thing. Do you know what that is?" Myotismon sarcastically inquired.

Matt stood up from his kneeling position. His head was still bowed when he responded. "It means that you are an hardhearted monster. You cause pain and suffering everywhere you go," Matt lifted his head to reveal a dusty, tear stained face. His usual sapphire eyes were a dull red, filled with tears. "You're a bas…" he started only to be cut off by Myotismon's palm crashing into his nose.

"Of all the things I can be called, that is not one of them," Myotismon replied. He lowered his palm to his sides. Matt wiped his bleeding nose with his gloves. He looked at the blood stained gloves for several minutes, then put them in his pocket.

"I'm the last person you will ever hurt, Myotismon. Do you know why? I am going to take you out right here, right now," Matt declared. He took out his Digivice and crest. "As long as I keep the thoughts of my friends and all that they will do for me alive," he said, watching his crest radiate in its pale blue light, "I can defeat you." He placed himself in a fighting position and shouted, "Well Myotismon, are you so eager to mess with my mind now?"

Myotismon physically grimaced and backed away from the bright light. He brought his cape over his eyes to help. "It is too bad that the power you believe you hold is a complete sham."

"What are you talking about?" Matt questioned. He kept his crest high in the air, yet he stopped walking forward.

"I mean that your friends are not as true as you think. After the fight, did anyone try to comfort and console you?" Myotismon inquired.

"Of course! Gabumon is always there for me," Matt declared, thinking of his furry Digimon companion.

"Anyone else?" Myotismon said. After no answer he continued, "I thought so. Gabumon was programmed to be loyal and he cannot go past his programming. Your friends were never programmed and so now, they are against you. That power of the crest that you so proudly believe you have is fake."

"You're lying!" Matt angrily shouted. He resumed walking toward Myotismon. "Even if we had a fight, we're still friends! I don't believe you!"
" Is that so? So why is the crest you put so much hope in weakening?" Myotismon said. He continued walking backwards away from Matt. "Why is its light dimming now even as we speak?"

"What?" Matt said doubtful. He again stopped walking forward and looked at the crest in his hand. At first, it kept its bright glow. However, it gradually grew dimmer and dimmer until no light was seen. "This can't be…." Matt said. He took out his Digivice and saw the same thing happen to it.

"Now that you know that your power is no more, there is only one thing for you to do. Allow me to use you to conquer the Digital World." Myotismon stated. He now longer had his cape shielding his eyes. He confidently sauntered toward Matt. "You have no way to defy me."

"I won't let you. Even if I lose my power, the others will still be able to defeat you for good," Matt proclaimed. "I'll gladly sacrifice myself so that they'll win against you!"

Myotismon sighed. "They always want to do this the hard way. Fine, let's do this the hard way," he replied. Myotismon's body emitted an intense brightness that made Matt cover his eyes. When Matt looked back, in place of Myotismon body was a mass of fog.

"Where did you go? Where are you hiding Myotismon?" Matt shakily shouted unable to conceal his apprehension, his eyes fearfully darting from left to right.

"I am still here foolish mortal," the fog spoke. It remained in the same spot it had first appeared. "I never moved. I only changed my form. Not of fire and ice, but of fog shall I rule the world!"

"Myotismon?" Matt questioned. Matt walked up to the fog and closely examined. It was the same as the fog that Myotismon used to cover Odaiba, and the same type used by his Dad. He went to poke the fog, but hesitated. He again gathered his courage and poked the fog. An arctic chill quickly traveled through his finger. Matt gasped as he quickly jerked his finger from the innards of the fog. His finger was completely black from frostbite.

"Hasn't your Father taught you anything? Never put your finger where it does not belong!" the fog shouted. It formed a dark ghostly finger and moved near Matt. Matt, overwhelmed by what just happened, stood paralyzed as the fog crept nearer to him. The fog's finger hovered around Matt's forehead. "This is the last time I will ask you. Allow me to utilize you in my conquering of the Digital World!"

Matt spit into the body of the fog, his eyes full of rage. He simply said, "Never."

"Fine," The fog said. It placed its finger on Matt's skull. On the same spot, steam started to float upwards. Matt clenched his teeth in pain and fell to one knee. The fog continued to bore its finger into his skull, and the smell of burnt skin filled the area. Matt felt his eyes water, yet he keep his mouth clenched. Finally, Matt opened his mouth to scream. In that moment, the fog forced itself into the mouth of a completely unaware Matt.

Matt collided into the floor from the force of the fog invasion, creating a bloody gash on his arm. He tried to scream, but his shouts could not be heard. Rancid smells of decaying bodies and evil slithered into his nose. Matt tried to choke the choke the fog out, but he no longer had control of his body. His eyes lose their pupils and turned red.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Matt screamed as he woke up from his resting position on the tree. His face was pallid and dripping with sweat. He looked at his surroundings. I am back, but how? He questioned himself. He felt his nose and his forehead. I cannot feel any burns, and my nose isn't broken, he thought to himself. Was all of that a dream? If it was, why was it so horrible? I never had a dream so vivid, so terrifying.

"Matt?" Mimi questioned. Matt broke his train of thought and turned toward Mimi. Mimi walked toward him, rubbing her drowsy eyes. Her partner Palmon copied the same actions. "I heard you screaming. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I'm cool," Matt quickly replied. "I just had a bad dream, that's all."
"Mr. Cool had a nightmare? This really must be the end of the world!"

"Real funny Mimi."

"Oh, you know that I'm only kidding, Matt."

"Well, you might have hurt my feelings."
"YOU have feelings? I never saw any except for anger."

"Now you really hurt my feelings. Anyway, what time is it?"

Mimi looked at her digivice. "It is 5:59AM. I believe you took Joe's, Sora's, and TK's shift."

Matt rubbed his eyes. "Just great. I cannot believe I slept that long. At least nothing attacked us. Whose next?"

"Tai was supposed to be next. I'll go wake him up." Mimi said.

"Wait Mimi." Matt said. He turned toward Gabumon. "Hey Gabumon, wake up for a second. I have a favor to ask." Matt softly shook his Digimon partner.

"What? I never fell asleep!" Gabumon yelled as he woke up.

"Yeah whatever. Anyway, could you and Palmon go away for a while?" Matt asked. He looked at Mimi briefly and then looked back at Gabumon. "I have something private to tell Mimi."
"Why can't I stay?" Palmon asked. Her vine-like hands were at her hips. "I want to stay."

"Come on Palmon. They want their privacy, so let's give them their privacy," Gabumon said as he dragged Palmon into the forest background.

Mimi smiled while watching the two Digimon leave. She turned toward Matt and blushed as she saw Matt smiling at her. "Well Matt, what was so important that you had to tell me?"

"Well first sit down. This may be a lot for you take at once," Matt replied. He took his respective seat on the forest floor.

"What is it, you're not a real blonde? You're wearing a wig? You lip synch on your harmonica?" Mimi joked as she also sat down on the forest floor.

"No! No, not even close to that. But, before I say anything, Palmon, please get out of the bushes!" Matt yelled. He picked up a small rock and threw it into the before said bushes. Palmon quickly leapt out of the path of the stone.

"How did you see me? Gabumon said I was going to be camouflaged with the bushes!" Palmon shouted indignantly.

"Gabumon planned this?" Matt inquired, surprised that his Digimon would do this to him.

"Nope, I just dragged him into this," Palmon explained.

"Palmon, just please leave. We'll be all right, and if anything happens, I will yell for help," Mimi said.

"Well, okay!" Palmon replied and left the two.

"She's gone now Matt. What did you want to say to me?" Mimi inquired.

"I like you." Matt replied bluntly. He stared at Mimi intensely as he patiently waited for her answer.

"What? That's it? You silly boy, we all like each other! Yeah, we have our little fights and arguments, but we all are the best of friends! I already knew that you liked me," Mimi answered; completely unaware of what Matt was actually asking.

"No Mimi, I mean I like you." Matt again brusquely replied, only putting more emphasis on the word 'like,'

Mimi looked at Matt in confusion. She slowly absorbed what Matt had just said. She understood when Matt tenderly placed her hands inside of his. "Oh," she quietly murmured. She kept her hands in Matt's, but bowed her head.

"So, what do you say? How do you feel about me? Do you think I am another good friend, or maybe… something more?" Matt said as he lifted a strand of Mimi's hair and placed it behind her ear. He slightly smirked at her and slowly began to caress her cheek.

Mimi gazed at his hand lazily, and then softly pushed it away. She quickly stood up and turned her back toward Matt. "I don't know Matt. I've always been so occupied with all the battles and the stuff going on. I never really had a chance to decide if anyone here was… well, you know."

"Well, you can start deciding now. I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to," Matt responded. He walked toward Mimi and gently tapped her on her shoulder. She turned around to face him and looked up to his face. "Look me in my eyes Mimi. You know that I'll never voluntarily hurt you."

Mimi did as she was commanded and looked into his eyes. Oh wow, she thought to herself. I never knew Matt's eyes were this blue. In fact, they seem to be more blue than usual. They're almost hypnotic – like. Maybe I could get used to this 'boyfriend' thing. He usually is a nice person, and he seems to be sincere.

"Uh, Mimi?" Matt asked. He still looked into Mimi's face with an intense gaze.

"Yeah Matt?" Mimi replied in a dazed manner. Her eyes appeared unfocused and lazy.

"Can I kiss you? I mean, not on the lips or anything. Just on the cheek," Matt tentatively asked.

"What?" Mimi suddenly said. She shook her head and her eyes start to focus again. "Matt, I don't know…"

"Just one kiss? That's all I'm asking for," Matt said, emphasizing the one with his index finger.

"Well, I guess that's all right," Mimi replied. She watched as Matt face came closer to hers. I wonder how it feels to be kissed. Matt, instead of kissing her cheek, went to her neck. "Matt, what are you doing? I thought you were going to kiss me on the cheek." She then felt Matt's mouth on her neck. "Wow… t-t-that's great, but, you got to stop Matt." She then tried to push Matt off, but he pushed right back. "Matt Ishida, stop this right now!" Mimi said as she elbowed him the gut.

Matt grunted, but not in his voice. The voice was gruffer and deeper. "The one you call Matt Ishida is gone!" the voice shouted.

"That voice… I remember it from somewhere," Mimi said as she burrowed her forehead in thought. She then realized whom the voice belonged to. "It can't be! We killed you! Twice! Palmon!! Help!!" Mimi shouted. Matt/Myotismon then clamped his hand over Mimi's mouth and then sunk his teeth into Mimi's neck. Mimi gave a small cry and then went limp.

"What's wrong Mimi? I heard you screaming? Oh my God! Gabumon come quick! We got trouble!" Palmon shouted as she emerged from the trees and bushes. She looked at Mimi and then at Matt. "What have you done to her?"

"I have no need to answer peasant Digimon like you!" Matt/Myotismon answered. At that same second, Gabumon appeared out of the foliage. He studied the scene with surprised eyes.

"What happened here Palmon?" Gabumon inquired.

"He happened! He did something to Mimi!" Palmon shouted, pointing toward Matt/Myotismon. "Take this! Poison Ivy!" Palmon shouted as she launched her attack.

Matt/Myotismon sidestepped the vines and grabbed them. "What are these supposed to do? Make me itch?" he taunted. He yanked the vines toward him and whipped them into the nearest tree, flinging Palmon along with them. Palmon fell unconscious as she crashed into the ground.

"With that finished, I can move on to the next phase of my plan" Matt/Myotismon said to himself.

"What makes you think that I'll just let you get away?" Gabumon shouted. He leapt into Matt/Myotismon's path.

"That you won't hurt me because I am in this body," Matt/Myotismon replied.

"That means nothing! I'll do anything to save Matt even if it means I have to hurt him!" Gabumon proclaimed. He placed himself in a fighting position.

"Is that so?" Matt/Myotismon taunted. He twitched for several minutes. When he finished, Matt's voice came from inside the body.

"Gabumon? What's going on?" Matt asked tentatively. He staggered forward and fell to his knees. "I've got this terrible headache," he started, but stopped when his body started twitching again. When he finished, Myotismon's voice rang out again.

"As you can see, I have complete control over this body," Matt/Myotismon replied. He held out his palm and a dagger appeared out of nowhere. He clutched it and held it against his neck. "If I were to slash myself, I would still live. However, your precious friend would die. What do you have to say to that?"

"You wouldn't!" Gabumon declared.

Matt/Myotismon simply pressed the dagger closer to his throat. A trickle of blood dripped down his neck. "Do you now believe me?" he asked. "Of course, if you become my slave, I'll spare his life. What do you say?"

Gabumon clenched his teeth in anger. "Fine, just don't hurt Matt,"
Matt/Myotismon dropped the dagger in the earth. "Good. Your first act is to hide these bodies. I don't want them to ruin my plans."

Gabumon grumbled loudly as he reluctantly dragged the unmoving bodies into the forest background.

"Everything is going according to plan. First, the Digidestined, and then the Digital World!!"

The End! Of part three that is! I don't know when part 4 will be out. I have many other projects that I want to write up. Plus, I have to finish Prune Juice and the conclusion will be a bang! It will be my longest ever, I promise you that! Anyway, my contest ends tomorrow (you people are probably wondering what the heck I'm talking about). I only saw two entries (Pikaflash's and SoreorKari's1012). If there were more, please tell me.