"Master, I'm sorry..."
"Shut up, Anemomon! You lost, deal with it!"
"Sir, they outnumber me seven to one!"
"So what? Even Arcticmon wasn't that stupid!"
"But they have MetalGarurumon on their side!"
"Arcticmon faced the same thing, and he never failed me as badly as you did, fool. If I hadn't have killed their leader, you would be dead now."
"Boss, I must admit, that was pretty smart what you did to that Tai kid."
"I know. Those idiots think the culprit was a virus! But that's off subject. Explain to me how you lost again. If your story is good enough, I might give you one more chance."
"Well, I was doing great, until every one of their digimon eventually digivolved into their highest stages. I tried to fight back, and I was able to de-digivolve them back to Rookie level, but then MetalGarurumon hit me first."
"Pathetic. I guess I will give you one more chance. But if you blow it, you're dead."
"Boss, I don't get it. You gave Arcticmon a bunch of chances. Why only give me two?"
"Because you were always the puny, the lowest, the subordinate. You were the weak. You wanna know why I gave you the least amount of territory?"
"Why?"
"Because you couldn't handle more. You were always griping about everything. When the Digidestined came back, I took a risk and gave you more. You abused that privilege, and wound up almost dead."
"I'm sorry, Master-"
"I don't give a damn how sorry you are." The "boss" stood up and walked towards Anemomon. With the darkness caused by the pitch-black walls and poor lighting in the castle, Anemomon was barely able to make out the action of his boss drawing out his gleaming gold sword. Suddenly, however, he could feel the cold blade being pressed against his throat.
"Anemomon, I say this in the best possible way. If you don't kill those Digidestined in three days, I will feed your body to the Vilemon. After I break you, that is."
"Um, yes sir. Three days. Got it." With that, Anemomon turned quickly and walked towards the door. The harsh words of his Master echoed in his ear. 'Three days'. A he left, he could here the sword behind him return to its scabbard.
To be continued...
"Shut up, Anemomon! You lost, deal with it!"
"Sir, they outnumber me seven to one!"
"So what? Even Arcticmon wasn't that stupid!"
"But they have MetalGarurumon on their side!"
"Arcticmon faced the same thing, and he never failed me as badly as you did, fool. If I hadn't have killed their leader, you would be dead now."
"Boss, I must admit, that was pretty smart what you did to that Tai kid."
"I know. Those idiots think the culprit was a virus! But that's off subject. Explain to me how you lost again. If your story is good enough, I might give you one more chance."
"Well, I was doing great, until every one of their digimon eventually digivolved into their highest stages. I tried to fight back, and I was able to de-digivolve them back to Rookie level, but then MetalGarurumon hit me first."
"Pathetic. I guess I will give you one more chance. But if you blow it, you're dead."
"Boss, I don't get it. You gave Arcticmon a bunch of chances. Why only give me two?"
"Because you were always the puny, the lowest, the subordinate. You were the weak. You wanna know why I gave you the least amount of territory?"
"Why?"
"Because you couldn't handle more. You were always griping about everything. When the Digidestined came back, I took a risk and gave you more. You abused that privilege, and wound up almost dead."
"I'm sorry, Master-"
"I don't give a damn how sorry you are." The "boss" stood up and walked towards Anemomon. With the darkness caused by the pitch-black walls and poor lighting in the castle, Anemomon was barely able to make out the action of his boss drawing out his gleaming gold sword. Suddenly, however, he could feel the cold blade being pressed against his throat.
"Anemomon, I say this in the best possible way. If you don't kill those Digidestined in three days, I will feed your body to the Vilemon. After I break you, that is."
"Um, yes sir. Three days. Got it." With that, Anemomon turned quickly and walked towards the door. The harsh words of his Master echoed in his ear. 'Three days'. A he left, he could here the sword behind him return to its scabbard.
To be continued...