Twisted: Part 3
A/N: Okay, this gets a little strange, but Myotismon has gone into Matt's mind to 1) learn more ways to torture him, and, 2) torture him by learning all his secrets. So if things start appearing and disappearing like ghosts, don't be surprised! )
It was dark, that wasn't a problem, but the boy was resisting his probe. Yamato was fighting him, even with images, trying to scare him off. It almost made the vampire laugh, almost. He moved through the long tunnel he came across swiftly, and at the end there was this bright light, but in an instant it was gone.
He then saw images, images of pain and loss. Matt's father grabbed his small son's wrist a little too hard, dragging him out of the apartment where his mother and the infant in her arms were sobbing. Then he was in his room, alone, holding a picture of their family together with tears streaming down his face, and yelling coming from beyond the door. Myotismon stretched the memory to know who it was yelling. It was the boy's parents, screaming about a divorce and who would get the children afterwards. His mother wanted both of the children, for obvious reasons that the vampire already understood, but the brunette wouldn't allow that, he wanted at least one of his sons to raise. The Dark Lord could see in the image of the boy's eyes that all he wanted was to go home with his mother, and never see the man who had hurt him so much again. But that's not how his story ended.
His mother somehow lost custody of him, but got to keep his little brother. Yamato's father was good to him at first; acting like a caring father should as if trying to make up for everything he'd done. That's why it probably hurt the little boy so much when his father turned on him again, becoming an abusive drunk. And even after he quit drinking to some degree, he still hurt the boy. It was for his own pleasure actually, and once Yamato learned that, everything changed for him. He became distant from everyone he knew, trusting only the people who earned it, and he never cried in front of anyone. Myotismon suddenly froze the images he was extracting from the child of Friendship's mind, letting the darkness return and he stood alone for a moment realizing he hadn't been prepared for this.
Yamato had been alone like he had, with no one to help him, no one to care. And no one else would know what it was like to be beat when all the beater wanted was to see you in pain. He closed his icy blue eyes, and realized that he and the Digidestined he was holding prisoner were very similar. Almost too similar. Opening his blue eyes, the digimon looked around the boy's mind to find the child's psychic presence. He hadn't seen him since the blonde had tried to defy his mind probe, and now he couldn't seem to find Matt. He actually was concerned, despite how strange it seemed, and he felt compelled to find him.
' I've never known my instincts to be wrong, but why do they tell me I need to find the child? I thought that I wanted him dead, even though he now refuses to fight on either side of the battle. But now…. ' his thoughts were cut off when he finally saw him, huddled in a small corner of his on mind. ' What have I done? '
Yamato was alone, sitting by what looked like a window. A lone beam of sunlight was shinning down on the young man, who sat with his back to a dark wall, his arms around his knees. His face was unreadable, but his eyes spoke of pain, and suffering. It was obvious that the child didn't notice Myotismon there, for when the vampire took a step forward he did not react. He was about to move closer to the blonde boy but suddenly, a figure appeared, crawling toward Matt. The Dark lord recognized it as the Guardian's younger brother, Takeru, even though he appeared a lot younger than the digital monster had ever seen him. The image must've been from Matt's subconscious, and it gave him a small smile as he pulled the infant into his lap holding him close. Myotismon almost let out a gasp when TK then vanished. The only comfort that Yamato had had in his mind was gone.
Tears stung Matt's eyes. He saw now that no matter where he was, in the digital world, at home, or even in his own mind he would always be alone. Letting out a small sob he pulled his legs closer to his chest, resting his face on his knees, and just couldn't help but cry. Watching this, Myotismon suddenly felt strange. He looked down at his hands to see they were smaller, and that his waist had grown out, while his feet had shrunk and his shoulders slimmed. He looked human, with no fangs, no cape, and no longer on the ultimate level. Myotismon could barely remember what his champion level had been like, but it was what he had been shunned for, why he had been alone for so long. Then he did something that he had never in his long and tortured life thought he would do.
He sat down next to the boy, putting his arms around him, holding him like a father would hold his son. Yamato didn't resist his embrace, just pulled closer, burying his face in his chest, sobbing uncontrollably now. His now human like hands ended up stroking the child's hair and Myotismon couldn't understand why he was doing this. Why was he comforting a boy only hours ago he had been planning to kill in front of the Digidestined for sport? But there was something about the young blonde that was captivating, almost drawing him closer to him, and for some reason he felt he wouldn't be able to pull away from Yamato.
' Maybe it's because he seems so different from the others… ' the human like digimon told himself. ' Yes, that's it. Yamato is different. He is…like me. '
Suddenly, Matt pulled away from him, fear covering his face. The bearer of Friendship didn't know how he knew, but he was sure the creature that had been holding him was Myotismon. The eyes, those blue eyes that almost reminded him of his own, they were Myotismon's eyes, even if it wasn't exactly his face. He backed away, never actually making it to his feet and only pushing himself into the corner behind him, his body almost trembling. " St-stay away from me. "
" You're safe now, Yamato. I can promise you that. ", the Dark lord told him, rising to his feet and once again turning back into his ultimate level. His words did not calm the boy, so he placed a hand over Matt's eyes. " Sleep now, and when you awake, former Guardian of Friendship, everything will be different. "
" Ohhh… ", he softly moaned, collapsing to the floor at his feet. Myotismon softly smiled as he laid him gently out on the floor of his own mind, and then closed his own eyes, breaking the link. When he opened his icy blue eyes, he was back in his chambers, and he saw a Bakemon waiting for him to return from the Digidestined boy's mind. Myotismon replaced all the emotions he'd felt with his authority and glared at the thing, waiting for it to finally speak.
" Well? ", he demanded impatiently.
" DemiDevimon wanted me to inform you that he took a few troops to keep the other children busy. ", the small ghost like creature retorted with a stutter.
" Good. Report to me when he either sends a message or returns. ", the vampire ordered, his voice firm and heartless, not at all like the tone he had used in Matt's mind. " But in the mean time, I want you to move the boy to a better cell, one that has furnishing, and tell me the moment he is awake. "
" Yes, my Lord. ", the Bakemon retorted as he bowed, leaving quickly.
' I'm beginning to see where I need a change in plans. Yamato has claimed during his previous tortures sessions in my dungeon that he is no longer a Digidestined, that he quit, maybe I can use this to my advantage. ', the Dark Lord thought as he moved to his throne. Sitting down he closed his eyes, pondering what had just happened. Yamato had given up being a Digidestined, left the group because he was sick of being treated as a burden by Tai and the others, not to mention because of the beating he had received. Now he was at his mercy yet after what he saw in the boy's mind he was even beginning to regret ordering all the tortures he had out him through. And thinking of how the Digidestined had treated him, made a thirst for vengeance, some kind of retribution for what they had done to him. And now all these old emotions, wounds he thought had healed and were now scars, seemed to be resurfacing just because of what he had seen in Yamato's mind. Was he being foolish, opening his arms to a child that was destined to be part of his downfall? But now the boy claimed not to be part of that destiny.
' Is it possible that without him they could still defeat me? Would everything I have accomplished be left to fall without me if I am to die? ', he thought as he paced the stone floor. ' There is no one within my kingdom of darkness that is strong enough to take over for me, or knows my future plans. If I were to die, it would be over- unless… unless there was someone that could continue for me… an heir… '
" The boy… "
To be continued:
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