Title: Acting in the Shadows(V2.0)
Author: Sage da Phreek
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money.
Description: Kinda AU, Teekay's POV. Teek meets the digimon who gave him the powers all tose years ago.
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I see her again; she's looking at me with curiosity. Does she recognize me? Does she remember what I did to her the last time we met? I do. And I will destroy her again; take her life as she took mine. I promised.
I realise that I can't though not now, not without revealing to everyone what I really am. All of what I falsely stand for is being ripped apart. I just hope that another isn't sucked into her sweet embrace of darkness as I was. Arukenimon, I now have a name to put with the face. And the power that made me what I am today; the Child Of Darkness.
If only I could get Patamon to digivolve into Darkangemon I could get rid of her again. But for what? She'll be back as soon as she reformats herself, and then where will we be? Old and without power like the others, while the next generation of children to fend for themselves? I can't let that happen.
"Tee-kay?" asks Patamon. He's worried. My eyes open and the tentacles of darkness swirl out around everything. Inside everything. Into my hands and into Patamon. I can feel the glowing and swelling. I can see the form of Dark-Angemon twisting and turning within the space between us. I reach out to touch the figure of wisps. But that's all it is wisps. I cry out in frustration.
Contempt crosses my face. Realisation crosses hers.
"I promised."
The others stare at me as I take a step towards her.
"You *promised*," She spat back at me. Daring me to do it again. I yank off my hat. My forehead is a glow. My chest is a glow.
"I will do it again," I promise her as I take another step forward. It was a promise. A promise I intended to keep. No matter what the cost. No matter what I had to give up. Even if that meant my last shred of hope. Of light. Of Darkness. To be left in limbo. With nothing.
The wisps are swarming around my digimon. The others can see them now. They can see him changing. Not as I see him. I see him in light. He is light. Dark light. To them he is blackness. My blackness.
"Stop me now," I challenge. I challenge falsely. I challenge because I am expected to. As I'm expected to be hope. I hope she id deleted screaming my name. Screaming her name. Screaming the true name of darkness.
My black partner lifts me again. Lifts me as if I am still a little boy. I slip back. Back to a time before any of us cared. I still don't care, really.
Black rings surround her again. This time they don't crush the tear. The tear her very sole. Her very programming. They tear me. We are ripped apart. I don't hear what she is screaming. Only what I scream, "I BELIEVE IN THE DARK!"
I cluck my head sobbing. Shell-shocked the other four are. A hand rests it's self on my shoulder. I look up and the smallest digidestined is holding my body. Trying to calm me.
"I want to believe," He says, his voice no louder than a whisper.
Hope. He has my hope. He carries a bit of my burden. Now. They all do. Now.
All of a sudden the world looks a bit more light. Deeper shadows though.
TBC
Author: Sage da Phreek
Disclaimer: Not mine. No money.
Description: Kinda AU, Teekay's POV. Teek meets the digimon who gave him the powers all tose years ago.
***********
I see her again; she's looking at me with curiosity. Does she recognize me? Does she remember what I did to her the last time we met? I do. And I will destroy her again; take her life as she took mine. I promised.
I realise that I can't though not now, not without revealing to everyone what I really am. All of what I falsely stand for is being ripped apart. I just hope that another isn't sucked into her sweet embrace of darkness as I was. Arukenimon, I now have a name to put with the face. And the power that made me what I am today; the Child Of Darkness.
If only I could get Patamon to digivolve into Darkangemon I could get rid of her again. But for what? She'll be back as soon as she reformats herself, and then where will we be? Old and without power like the others, while the next generation of children to fend for themselves? I can't let that happen.
"Tee-kay?" asks Patamon. He's worried. My eyes open and the tentacles of darkness swirl out around everything. Inside everything. Into my hands and into Patamon. I can feel the glowing and swelling. I can see the form of Dark-Angemon twisting and turning within the space between us. I reach out to touch the figure of wisps. But that's all it is wisps. I cry out in frustration.
Contempt crosses my face. Realisation crosses hers.
"I promised."
The others stare at me as I take a step towards her.
"You *promised*," She spat back at me. Daring me to do it again. I yank off my hat. My forehead is a glow. My chest is a glow.
"I will do it again," I promise her as I take another step forward. It was a promise. A promise I intended to keep. No matter what the cost. No matter what I had to give up. Even if that meant my last shred of hope. Of light. Of Darkness. To be left in limbo. With nothing.
The wisps are swarming around my digimon. The others can see them now. They can see him changing. Not as I see him. I see him in light. He is light. Dark light. To them he is blackness. My blackness.
"Stop me now," I challenge. I challenge falsely. I challenge because I am expected to. As I'm expected to be hope. I hope she id deleted screaming my name. Screaming her name. Screaming the true name of darkness.
My black partner lifts me again. Lifts me as if I am still a little boy. I slip back. Back to a time before any of us cared. I still don't care, really.
Black rings surround her again. This time they don't crush the tear. The tear her very sole. Her very programming. They tear me. We are ripped apart. I don't hear what she is screaming. Only what I scream, "I BELIEVE IN THE DARK!"
I cluck my head sobbing. Shell-shocked the other four are. A hand rests it's self on my shoulder. I look up and the smallest digidestined is holding my body. Trying to calm me.
"I want to believe," He says, his voice no louder than a whisper.
Hope. He has my hope. He carries a bit of my burden. Now. They all do. Now.
All of a sudden the world looks a bit more light. Deeper shadows though.
TBC