A Dark Fate
By Michi&Fruey
Disclaimer: Not ours, nopenope! ^-^v But
we're borrowing them for a bit.
Michi's Note: We're not sure in what direction
this story'll be going. Thanks for the reveiws!
*bouncies* Chapter 2 is in the works, but here's
Chapter 1 to tide you over!
Ken stayed unconscious for some time, with
no small amount of help from his captors- a
careless ogremon had more than likely given
the boy a concussion when transporting him. The
boy looked unnaturally pale and frail, laying on a
massive bed in a black room within the bowels
of the Digimon Emperor's base. He wasn't left free
so he could escape, however. A heavy metal collar
with a chain attached to the headboard, with just
enough slack that he'd be able to move around the
bed.
Blackwormmon watched the slow rise and fall of
the boy's chest. He was under orders to alert his
master when Ken awoke. "Is this what the master
would be like if he didn't have the black digivice?
Does he have a digivice?" The digimon slinked
over started his perusal of the unconscious boy's
school uniform's pockets, coming up empty handed...
or empty pincered, more like it.
Blue violet eyes fluttered open slowly, woozily
murmuring, "Worm...mon..." He reached out and
held the digimon he mistakenly thought was his
own for a bit, before Blackwormmon wriggled away
and went to the door, ordering a dark-ringed digimon
to go get the Emperor with the news that the captive
was awake.
As soon as The Emperor heard the news that their
`guest' was awake he bolted down the dark hallways.
Normally he wouldn't run down them. There had never
been any reason for him to hurry before this. He had
to find out who this imposter was, and why he had
come to the Digiworld.
Once he came upon the door the room that held Ken
he pushed the doors open, and walked in. "Finally
awake ne?" He asked with an evil grin on his face. Not
even an imposter of himself, the strongest being in the
universe, could beat him.
"You..." Ken forced himself to sit up, but it was difficult.
He felt so weak and the heavy iron collar and chain only
succeeded in weighting him down even more. "You
bastard... I don't know _why_ you're doing this..." This
version of the Digimon Emperor seemed to be pure evil,
not misguided like he himself had been. "You won't win
though... _They_ won't let you win." He was terrified, that
showed itself in his eyes, but he was also angry.
The Emperor silently watched as Ken sat up, and gave
his little speech. Even in Ken's injured state he was still
willing to defend his beliefs. "You actually believe that
someone will be able to stop me? Someone like _you_
huh?" He walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed, his
eyes never leaving Ken. "I think that head injury is worse
then I thought." He admitted honestly. Why else would
someone think such stupid thoughts.
Ken may have been stupid from the Emperor's point of
view, but he also seemed very interesting. Most of the
others in the digital world were concerned for their own
safety anyway. Why bother worrying about someone
else?
"Davis and the others will! I can guarantee that. I might
not be as strong as them, but you're not going to win."
Ken was slumping back, his strength draining. He glared
at the Emperor, his eyes were just as cold and distant as
the other boy's for a few moments, but he shuddered and
closed his eyes, not wanting to see that... abomination
in front of him.
"Davis? Others?" He asked with a smirk. "No one can
stand up against me. I can guarantee you that I won't be
so nice to them as I have been to you." It was true. He'd
normally not be so nice as to put someone on a bed. He
scooted closer to Ken. "You know it's true... Maybe you
don't just look like me ya'know.. maybe you think like me
too on some level."
Ken's eyes flew open when he heard the voice closer to
him. "I'm not like you! I'm nothing like you!" Tears were
starting to form, he _WAS_ like the Digimon Emperor,
he used to BE the Emperor. For a dizzying second, he
realized what this guy was. The program he had written so
long ago, a safeguard just in case he was killed or injured
badly, so the digidestined wouldn't win. He thought that it'd
been destroyed. He pulled at the collar futilely, trying to get
free. It was too constricting, making him start to feel panicked,
terrified.
The Emperor glared as he watched Ken switch from
standing up against the strongest power in the digital
world, to being scared. It didn't make any sense. You
should pick one, or the other. Not switch back and forth.
Watching Ken in his current state was really starting to
get on the digimon emperor's nerves. He hated the very
idea of looking like that. Plus, what if someone saw Ken
doing that, and they thought they were the same person?!
He pulled back his hand, and slapped Ken in the face "You
can't change a person that much you baka! Don't you dare
start crying!!"
Ken was too shocked to react at that point. He stared up
at the other boy, realizing this was how so many people
and digimon felt when he had tortured them. It was too much
for the boy, who had not long ago started to come to grips and
begin to forget what he'd done... well, not forget, but at least
forgive himself over it. Tears overflowed until he was actually
crying, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "No... no... this
isn't happening... no..." He said, voice barely audible as he hid
his face in his hands.
"Master," Blackwormmon interrupted, "Aren't you being a bit
harsh?"
"A bit harsh?" The Emperor took his attention away from
the sobbing Ken to look at Black wormmon. "I'm being to
harsh?" He repeated again, but this time the anger was
starting to seep into his tone of voice. He was the Digimon
Emperor. He could do whatever he wanted to, and there his
own Digimon was trying to tell him he was being too harsh. "No
I'm _NOT_ being a bit to harsh!" He sighed. Why bother trying
to explain taking over the Digital world to a Digimon? They just
don't understand anything.
He turned to gaze at Ken once more. Really the sight of
himself in such a wrecked state was very disturbing. He
knew he'd never cry like that. Never. "Will you stop crying?!" His
tone of voice had lost some of the edge to it. It was true the very
sight of the other boy was almost painful.
No one could understand what he was going through, Ken
realized, least of all this sick, twisted version of himself. "You'll
destroy... everything... don't you understand...?" And then
darkness rushed up to claim him, he started to lose consciousness
with a sick certainty that this time the digidestined wouldn't be
enough.
By Michi&Fruey
Disclaimer: Not ours, nopenope! ^-^v But
we're borrowing them for a bit.
Michi's Note: We're not sure in what direction
this story'll be going. Thanks for the reveiws!
*bouncies* Chapter 2 is in the works, but here's
Chapter 1 to tide you over!
Ken stayed unconscious for some time, with
no small amount of help from his captors- a
careless ogremon had more than likely given
the boy a concussion when transporting him. The
boy looked unnaturally pale and frail, laying on a
massive bed in a black room within the bowels
of the Digimon Emperor's base. He wasn't left free
so he could escape, however. A heavy metal collar
with a chain attached to the headboard, with just
enough slack that he'd be able to move around the
bed.
Blackwormmon watched the slow rise and fall of
the boy's chest. He was under orders to alert his
master when Ken awoke. "Is this what the master
would be like if he didn't have the black digivice?
Does he have a digivice?" The digimon slinked
over started his perusal of the unconscious boy's
school uniform's pockets, coming up empty handed...
or empty pincered, more like it.
Blue violet eyes fluttered open slowly, woozily
murmuring, "Worm...mon..." He reached out and
held the digimon he mistakenly thought was his
own for a bit, before Blackwormmon wriggled away
and went to the door, ordering a dark-ringed digimon
to go get the Emperor with the news that the captive
was awake.
As soon as The Emperor heard the news that their
`guest' was awake he bolted down the dark hallways.
Normally he wouldn't run down them. There had never
been any reason for him to hurry before this. He had
to find out who this imposter was, and why he had
come to the Digiworld.
Once he came upon the door the room that held Ken
he pushed the doors open, and walked in. "Finally
awake ne?" He asked with an evil grin on his face. Not
even an imposter of himself, the strongest being in the
universe, could beat him.
"You..." Ken forced himself to sit up, but it was difficult.
He felt so weak and the heavy iron collar and chain only
succeeded in weighting him down even more. "You
bastard... I don't know _why_ you're doing this..." This
version of the Digimon Emperor seemed to be pure evil,
not misguided like he himself had been. "You won't win
though... _They_ won't let you win." He was terrified, that
showed itself in his eyes, but he was also angry.
The Emperor silently watched as Ken sat up, and gave
his little speech. Even in Ken's injured state he was still
willing to defend his beliefs. "You actually believe that
someone will be able to stop me? Someone like _you_
huh?" He walked over, and sat on the edge of the bed, his
eyes never leaving Ken. "I think that head injury is worse
then I thought." He admitted honestly. Why else would
someone think such stupid thoughts.
Ken may have been stupid from the Emperor's point of
view, but he also seemed very interesting. Most of the
others in the digital world were concerned for their own
safety anyway. Why bother worrying about someone
else?
"Davis and the others will! I can guarantee that. I might
not be as strong as them, but you're not going to win."
Ken was slumping back, his strength draining. He glared
at the Emperor, his eyes were just as cold and distant as
the other boy's for a few moments, but he shuddered and
closed his eyes, not wanting to see that... abomination
in front of him.
"Davis? Others?" He asked with a smirk. "No one can
stand up against me. I can guarantee you that I won't be
so nice to them as I have been to you." It was true. He'd
normally not be so nice as to put someone on a bed. He
scooted closer to Ken. "You know it's true... Maybe you
don't just look like me ya'know.. maybe you think like me
too on some level."
Ken's eyes flew open when he heard the voice closer to
him. "I'm not like you! I'm nothing like you!" Tears were
starting to form, he _WAS_ like the Digimon Emperor,
he used to BE the Emperor. For a dizzying second, he
realized what this guy was. The program he had written so
long ago, a safeguard just in case he was killed or injured
badly, so the digidestined wouldn't win. He thought that it'd
been destroyed. He pulled at the collar futilely, trying to get
free. It was too constricting, making him start to feel panicked,
terrified.
The Emperor glared as he watched Ken switch from
standing up against the strongest power in the digital
world, to being scared. It didn't make any sense. You
should pick one, or the other. Not switch back and forth.
Watching Ken in his current state was really starting to
get on the digimon emperor's nerves. He hated the very
idea of looking like that. Plus, what if someone saw Ken
doing that, and they thought they were the same person?!
He pulled back his hand, and slapped Ken in the face "You
can't change a person that much you baka! Don't you dare
start crying!!"
Ken was too shocked to react at that point. He stared up
at the other boy, realizing this was how so many people
and digimon felt when he had tortured them. It was too much
for the boy, who had not long ago started to come to grips and
begin to forget what he'd done... well, not forget, but at least
forgive himself over it. Tears overflowed until he was actually
crying, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. "No... no... this
isn't happening... no..." He said, voice barely audible as he hid
his face in his hands.
"Master," Blackwormmon interrupted, "Aren't you being a bit
harsh?"
"A bit harsh?" The Emperor took his attention away from
the sobbing Ken to look at Black wormmon. "I'm being to
harsh?" He repeated again, but this time the anger was
starting to seep into his tone of voice. He was the Digimon
Emperor. He could do whatever he wanted to, and there his
own Digimon was trying to tell him he was being too harsh. "No
I'm _NOT_ being a bit to harsh!" He sighed. Why bother trying
to explain taking over the Digital world to a Digimon? They just
don't understand anything.
He turned to gaze at Ken once more. Really the sight of
himself in such a wrecked state was very disturbing. He
knew he'd never cry like that. Never. "Will you stop crying?!" His
tone of voice had lost some of the edge to it. It was true the very
sight of the other boy was almost painful.
No one could understand what he was going through, Ken
realized, least of all this sick, twisted version of himself. "You'll
destroy... everything... don't you understand...?" And then
darkness rushed up to claim him, he started to lose consciousness
with a sick certainty that this time the digidestined wouldn't be
enough.