A/N: Fine.  I'm SO sorry about all the cliffhangers and such… so please forgive me!  I have a thing for cliffhangers, I just like writing them.  I'll try not to put any more cliffhangers in here, OK.  I just have a thing for cliffhangers like I have a thing for blue clothes.  I don't know why I have em or put em in, but I do know I like them.  (Serious.  Over half of my wardrobe is blue clothes.  If I wear a pair of blue jeans w/ a blue shirt and put my black duster over them, I'm dressed sorta like Myotismon :P)  And now for my responses to all ur reviews, in the order I got them:

To Avalon: Well here's the part that comes after the suspense!  This might have suspense.

To Shadow Rider: Good luck with ur diet!  J/K.  That was SO pointless.  J/K.

To Kyer: An evil Wizardmon?  Cool!  Aw, too bad he dies!  Glad you want the series to keep going!

To Sabrina Black: Sorry about the delay… I've been too busy w/ schoolwork and such…

To blackmage718: I promise there will be no cliffies in this chapter.  I swear there will be no cliffies.  HEY PHANTOMON!  GET IN HERE AND HYPNOTIZE ME!  (Phanto: You will not write cliffhangers… You will not write cliffhangers…)  I will not write cliffhangers.

To CheeseWizardmon: I hope this is "soon" enough for you… I have been SO busy lately…

To DuchessRaven: Sorry about how it loads, it loads fine on my computer…  Ooh, I wonder what you'll threaten to put Myo in this time!  And thanks for mentioning FV in that fic of urs! ^_^

To everyone: I promise there will be no cliffhanger at the end of this chapter, but it's not the last chapter, OK?  This is a bit short but I'll make it up to you in the next chapter.  Enjoy!

Chapter 9: Escape From Digi Hell

  Lady Myotismon realized she still remembered Necromamon just in time.  She blinked.  Once.  Twice.  Her eyes grew less cloudy, and more vibrant blue.  The cerulean eyes of Gatomon were shining on her face.  She looked into the dark sorcerer's eyes and thought, Don't worry, Necromamon.  I'm here again.

  "Once again, Lady Myotismon," said the Angemon as Phantomon flew over to him, "do you take Lord Myotismon to be your husband?"

  "I have already made my choice," said the vampire lady.  She glared at her male counterpart with Gatomon's eyes, the very eyes he had despised for years.  "CRIMSON LASH!"  She had seen the dark sorcerer, her dear friend, and how he was locked up.  The boomerang-shaped bolt of red lightning slashed through the bars and chains, freeing Necromamon.

  "Good luck," whispered Incantemon.

  The dark sorcerer took a deep breath, and then he courageously leapt out of the cell and onto the ground.  He ran down the crimson carpet of the aisle and arrived just as the vampire discovered that his lady counterpart's hypnosis had ceased and she had returned back to normal

  "Those eyes!" shouted Myotismon.  "Gatomon's eyes!"  He started to growl at the dark sorcerer, knowing that he was the one who had provoked his female counterpart to recollect all the unwanted memories he didn't want her to remmeber.  That included the ones of her and Wizardmon.  All it took was one verse from a poem she learned to bond a friendship with Wizardmon and Auramon and she remembered everything.

  Suddenly, the once somber expression on Necromamon's face broke into a grin.  His face started to glow from his joy as he rushed over to Lady Myotismon and took her hands in his.  "Together we can fight Myotismon," he declared, looking into her eyes and seeing Gatomon's soul within them.  "I feel freedom in some way, and I wish to be completely free."

  They saw Myotismon and looked at him right in his ice blue eyes, preparing to attack.  There was a small crash as the beloved moon staff shattered parts of the wall and flew right into Necromamon's hands.  Warmth spread through his arm through his entire body as the staff's energy flowed into his fingertips.  The staff began to glow a dark gray color as surges of energy spewed out of it, hit the floor, and burned parts of it.

  Lady Myotismon nodded.  Necromamon had his eyes fixated on the vampire, knowing the staff and the attack would directly hit its target.

  "DARK SPELL!"  The sorcerer's shouts were heard throughout the ballroom.  The burst of dark magic shot out in five directions.  One hit Phantomon, forcing him and his scythe to hurtle back at the wall and phase through it; another hit the chains that bound Angemon to the wall by his foot, and freed him from his burden; the third hit the intricate glass-and-gold chandelier on the ceiling and forced it to crash down in the middle of the aisle, and the fourth and fifth hit Myotismon, singing his uniform and causing him to coil in pain.

  "BAKEMON!" he panted, reaching out for aid.

  The white ghost digimon came to his aid and soared through the ballroom, wailing "Master!" and causing a hush to fall over the entire room.  Not even the most courageous digimon dared to breathe, much less speak out against the shock of Necromamon showing up.

  "DARK SPELL!"  The dark sorcerer sent out bursts of dark magic out at the ghosts, hitting them at lightning speed and even causing them to dissolve in a flash.

  "CRIMSON LASH!"  The vampire lady had sent out her blade-shaped bolt of Crimson Lightning out at the ghosts as well, hitting each one of them and hitting the wall, pinning the Bakemon with it.  With a blast that blowed dust in all directions, the lightning blade flew right through the wall and the ghosts, reconfiguring each of them in a flash.

  Myotismon had grown enraged.  He clenched his teeth and his fist and drew his cape in.  Then he jumped into the air and spread his cape, summoning and releasing his bats in one of his attacks.  "GRISLY WING!" he shouted as the hundreds of bats were sent on Necromamon and Lady Myotismon.

  "BLACK THUNDER!" shouted Necromamon, forming a bolt of black lightning on his staff and shooting it out at the bats, which were forming a nearly solid barricade around him and Lady Myotismon.  The lightning zapped through the air and fried many of the bats that were screeching louder and gliding even closer.  "Lady Myo— er, Gatomon!  Attack!"

  The vampire lady shot the dark sorcerer a look of solace, knowing that it took Incantmeon to call Necromamon, "Wizardmon", to finally get him to gain hope.  And now the dark sorcerer to do the same thing for her.  She prepared to attack, using her most powerful flash.

  "VIOLET TEMPEST!" she screamed, conjuring purple thunderheads out of nowhere, which swirled around in the room and suddenly pouring rain onto everything except the dark sorcerer and herself.  Violet-colored lightning flashed out of the clouds, hitting the bats by the dozen and causing them to get electrocuted and fall to the ground, steaming from the violent shocks the thunderbolts gave off.  Then the vampire lady extended her hands, causing a violent gale to blow through the ballroom, blowing myriad small digimon away and causing them to hit the wall.  The gale grew into a squall with the power of a tornado, blowing even loose stones off the walls and through the stained-glass windows, shattering them and then making the dazzling sunlight to shine through.  Myotismon shielded himself with his cape and cursed under his breath.  The next thing that happened was a brilliant bolt of violet-colored lightning to flash through the air, bathing everything in a brilliant lavender light and deathblowed every last bat that Myotismon had sent on them.

  Necromamon had stood there for two seconds with his mouth wide open in astonishment.  Then he collected himself and looked into the eyes of a beaming Lady Myotismon and said, "You have the most impressive attacks."

  "You have excellent attacks for your level," replied the vampire lady.  "They have the eloquence of a mega's attack."

  Both their heads turned to see Myotismon, revived and still shielding himself with his cape.  Huge walls of bricks crashed onto the ground in front of the windows, making all the light to turn back into the castle's usual melancholy dimness.  No one could see a thing until a bolt of Crimson Lightning illuminated the place.

  "Unfortunately, so do Myotismon's!"

  "Why Necromamon," said the vampire, "fancy meeting you here.  I'm afraid you will need to leave my castle, as well as the digital world."  The bolt of Crimson Lightning extended to its maximum length possible and then became more dense in width.

  "No Lord Myotismon!  Don't kill him!"  Lady Myotismon stood right in front of the dark sorcerer and guarded him as if he were a precious jewel or made of gold.

  "Get out of my way, TRAITOR!" blared the vampire.  "CRIMSON LIGHTNING!"  He cracked the whip of lightning and then it flew through the air and hit Lady Myotismon's face, causing her to cry out and crumple helplessly to the floor.  "And let that be a lesson to you, Gatomon."

  Necromamon gasped.  Once again, Gatomon had risked her own life to save him. 

  The vampire lady took her hand away from the deep slit on her face, discovering it covered in her own blood.  She couldn't see out of her right eye and thought she would never be able to see out of it again.  She also knew there would be yet another scar on her body from the whippings she had received.  She could never escape the whip.  She had gotten whipped as Salamon, and whipped as Gatomon.  As Lady Myotismon, she had been whipped in her ultimate stage.

  "GATOMON!" shouted Necromamon, bending down and trying to lift Lady Myotismon off the ground.  She was able to stand up fine, so Necromamon took her free hand and started running out of the ballroom, down the aisle, out the doors.

  "GET THEM!" commanded Myotismon, motioning to the doors.  The doors started closing, and two suits of silver armor started to slowly drop their long axes and cross them into an X shape, the way the traditional guards guarded people and other important things.

  "MAGICAL SWORD!"  The dark sorcerer slashed one of the sharp axes apart and used it to hold the door open, but it started to shake under the pressure as the doors closed.  "Lady Myotismon!  We need to leave now!" he shouted.

  Lady Myotismon dashed over to the doors and escaped before Necromamon's sword flew into the halls and the doors closed and locked.  Lady Myotismon pulled on the iron door handles with all her might and pulled the handles off.  Then she started pounding on the doors as the dark sorcerer backed away slowly, stopping a few feet away from the doors, nearly dropping his staff.

  "Finally I get to do away with you," said Myotismon, closing in on Necromamon, who was pale and breathing quickly.  The dark sorcerer clutched his staff for he needed it so much.  He started gathering energy for his Nightmare Claw.

  "WIZARDMON!" Lady Myotismon screamed.

  Suddenly he got a burst of confidence.  "This is for Gatomon!" he exclaimed, with his staff starting to glow.  "And for my brother, and for our digi-destined, AND FOR ME!  BLACK THUNDER!"  It shot right out at the vampire, this time more powerful than ever, sending him against the wall and hitting it.  "LADY MYOTISMON, USE THE SWORD!" he yelled.

  Lady Myotismon located the sword and picked it up.  She swung it at the door, slashing the wood and even the metal apart, and severing a hole in it, giving Necromamon a way to escape.  He stepped through the door and took his sword, nodding to the vampire lady with closed eyes as if to silently thank her.

  "Quick, we only knocked Myotismon out for a few minutes, but he'll be back," said Necromamon.  "We must leave and now.  I think we can escape this castle, and we can find a place to hide out… somewhere…"

  "What about Kari?" wondered Lady Myotismon.  "And Incantemon?"

  "They'll find us," assured the dark sorcerer, walking away and picking up his pace.  "Now let's escape this hell before we're trapped forever."

  Lady Myotismon reluctantly joined Necromamon and traced his steps down the halls until they reached the doors that led to the outside.  A Bakemon was sleeping on the floor next to the door and was a very light yet frequent napper.

  Necromamon tiptoed towards the door, and then he opened it with a creak, paralyzed with fear that the Bakemon might catch both of them.  They cautiously snuck past the slumbering ghost, and out the door.  Unfortunately, something must have made a noise, for the ghost digimon opened one eye.

  "THE PRISONERS ARE ESCAPING, MASTER!  THE PRISONERS ARE ESCAPING!" he shouted in his scratchy voice, hoping that someone would hear him.  What he did was pull down a lever and make sure a DarkTyrannomon would come chasing after the two digimon who broke out.

  "Lady Myotismon, they caught us!" shouted the dark sorcerer, running even faster.

  "AAAAAAAAAAAA!" screamed the vampire lady, looking over he shoulder and seeing a silhouette of something being let out of a prison room.  The rumbling from its steps and its robust body meant it was a dinosaur.  It was DarkTyrannomon, back to chase after them and treat himself to a little snack.  "RUN!"

  The sorcerer wanted to stay behind to fight, but it was too risky for much of his needed energy was running out.  The best thing to do was run.  So he ambled out the door, followed by Lady Myotismon, who showed no trepidation of the dazzling sunlight.  He actually thought she looked gorgeous with the light reflecting off her pale skin, but when he remembered that the dinosaur was chasing after him, he and Lady Myotismon tried to streak across the top of the mountain and started to run down, the dinosaur following on their trail and letting out a thunderous roar from his desire for a meal.

  They were running down a near-vertical path, covered by rocks and steep ledges, with hardly anything to hang onto.  The dinosaur hadn't given up in trying to pinpoint their location and enmesh them, to dine on them later.  Both virus digimon tried to be careful not to trip as they ran even faster as the ground declined, trying to avoid the rocks and vines.  The ground recurrently vibrated every two seconds as DarkTyrannomon pursued them.  Suddenly a root just protruded out of the ground.  Necromamon avoided the root, but Lady Myotismon accidentally tripped over it and fell down, roughly cascading down the side of the mountain until she stopped at a cliff.

  "GATOMON!" shouted the dark sorcerer, rushing over to his dear friend and bending down to try to aid her.

  "Wizardmon?" asked the vampire lady, gazing at the dark sorcerer.  She was battered up and scratched up with a black eye, a twisted ankle, and it was all topped off by the long cut running down the side of her face.  She winced and closed her eyes.  "Save yourself!"

  "RRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRR!!!" roared the dinosaur, cantering over to where the two helpless gijinka digimon were, drooling from his voracious nature.  He was delighted to see that they were cornered, and if they tried to escape, they would plummet a great height to their deaths.

  "He's going to kill us!" shouted Lady Myotismon.  "Lord Myotismon must have sent it on us!"

  "Quit calling him Lord Myotismon!" shouted Necromamon.  "We've escaped him!"  He took his staff and brandished it.  "DARK SPELL!"  It flew out and hit the dinosaur on the chest, but not doing any drastic damage.  The dinosaur roared again.  The sorcerer tried his Black Thunder, but it had almost the same effect.  It did close to nothing except make the dinosaur even more antagonized than he had been.

  "There's nothing to do, Wizardmon!" shouted Lady Myotismon.

  "I must protect you… somehow… Gatomon…" whispered Necromamon.  If I use the staff to fly, it might work… then again, only Incantemon can do so, and I have never flown on my staff before.  "Gatomon?  I am going to try to fly off the cliff."

  "Are you insane?" hissed Lady Myotismon.  "It's too dangerous?"

  "I must try," said the dark sorcerer, standing up and helping the vampire lady up as well.  He mounted his moon staff and helped her onto it.  Right before DarkTyrannomon was about to reach down and grab them, he leapt off the cliff, which was hundreds of thousands of feet above the ground.  He concentrated on trying to make the staff grow wings as Lady Myotismon let out a high-pitched scream.  Suddenly he uttered the first word that came to mind:

  "ESCLÉ!"  Which meant, "fly!"

  All of a sudden, the moon part of the staff transformed into a pair of black wings on the side of the staff.  The falling staff ceased its fall in midair and hovered in midair for two seconds before flying off to its destination.

  "Where are we going, Wizardmon?" asked Lady Myotismon, clutching onto Necromamon's robes.

  "Wherever the wind takes us," replied the sorcerer.  "Away from the digi-hell that is Myotismon's castle."

  The staff glided through the air, not to land until the mountain range was no longer in sight.

  To be continued…