Chapter 1:--------------------------------------------------------Katia
Romanov
The prey was nearby; I could smell it. I had been tracking the heard for a few days now. There was a stray one. It had to be one of the older members. He wouldn't taste the best, bet I didn't want to bother with one of the fresher youths. The heard would leave it behind; they'd fight to save a stronger member.
"Okay Katia. Focus. You've been doing this for four years now. It'll be nothing."
I was a daunting site. The moonlight shimmered down on me through the clouds. To anything without an untrained eye, I was invisible. Well, just as invisible as a 10ft wolf could be. I had to hurry though. Day was approaching, and I would have to kill soon if I was going to feed before sun-up.
"I'm so sorry Mom, Dad. I tried to come back. You don't deserve this though. Nobody deserves to have a werewolf for a daughter."
I had been bitten at age 10. The night had been dark, I had wondered from the campsite. Mom and dad had been looking for me, but they didn't come in time. A large silver wolf had bitten me. It didn't look like any wolf I knew at the time, but I was the only one who had seen it. They found me shortly afterwards, and a hospital visit had helped fixed most of it. I still had the large scar across my leg where the wolf had gotten me.
"'Everything is alright. We'll fix you up no problem.' they said. Yeah, that helped me a lot."
A month later was the first full moon. That first time I became a wolf I knew I had to leave my family behind. I lost site of them after that, and for 10 years I lived in the wild alone. Then I met Jack Beckett. I became a Hunter, and my D-Cell gave me the power to control the transformations as well as take the form of stronger Digimon. After the battle with Demon though, my D-Cell shut off. I was no longer able to become anything higher than champion, and I also couldn't control my lycanthropic nature. I had fled to Africa. There was enough open space there to stay out of site of anybody who would be a problem. Now I was a monster. I hunted for a living, feeding at night to avoid the taste of raw meat on a human tongue. I didn't want to be found, nor did I want to find anybody.
"Alright. Now it's time for the kill."
I charged into the herd as quietly as I could. The herd moved, but the elder was stuck. He was brought down without much effort. I ate the kill quickly, disgusted at my own ways. Having eaten, I curled up next to the carcass. I wasn't going to sleep, but I wasn't going to leave it there for others to find. As the wind blew, a scent brushed across my snout.
"It can't be! That smells like a Digimon!"
The hairs on my back instinctively bristled up. I barred my teeth and let out a low growl. Whatever it was, it wasn't friendly. Nothing that smelled like that was.
"Alright. Show yourself!"
The scent grew nearer. Without warning, I was struck from the side. I reeled, rolling across the ground in agony. I turned in the direction of the blow, but another struck from the back. How many were there!
"Moonlight Blaze!"
My attack rippled across the savannah. It didn't hit anything, but the light grazed across something, giving it shape. It was camouflaged by something. I took another whiff, there was only one, but it must have been fast.
"Fight like a mon! What kind of weakling cloaks himself?"
The attacks stopped. A slight breeze blew around me, and as it died down, the creature had revealed itself. I regretted my request immediately. It was a good fifteen feet tall with four arms and four legs. Its tail curled out from its rear end, and tipped off with a large blade. The head was two eyed, with large horns. This was no Digimon I'd seen before. I had no idea how strong it was. Its mouth parted in an evil smile. It didn't say a word.
"You're big. I've taken bigger. You're strong. I've taken stronger. Let's dance."
The creature came at me, swinging its tail blade at a frantic pace. I dove forward, clawing for the face. I missed the target, but made contact with the shoulder. The creature roared and swung its blade as I passed. It made contact with my hindquarters, once again taking me to the ground. I got up quickly and fired a Moonlight Blaze. It hit square, pushing the monster back. I wasn't hurting as much as I could if it were a champion, which meant it was an ultimate level. A mega would have no problem against me at all.
"What's your name, monster? Who sent you?"
The Digimon didn't say a word. It only lowered its horned head and charged forward. I tried to dodge the attack, but the pain from my cut had me paralyzed. The monster's attack hit square. If it hadn't been for the large tree nearby, I don't think I would've ever hit the ground. I could feel my energy being drained from my body as the monster drew closer. A look to the sky only increased my fear. The moon was slowly fading in the night sky, giving way to the rising sun. If I couldn't beat him quick, I would lose my Lupumon form. I couldn't fight anything like that as a human. I cried out in agony, my howl slowly melting into a human scream as my body shrank. The thick wolf hair gave way to skin, leaving a lone woman lying in the grasses. The beast snarled, but just stood there. Why wasn't it attacking?
"What are you doing? Stop toying with me!"
I looked at my wrist. My D-Cell stared back with a blank screen.
"Work, damn it, Work! I need to Digiform now!"
The beast moved to stand over me. It opened its mouth, revealing three rows of razor sharp teeth. The gaping maw hung over me, prepared to swallow me whole. I closed my eyes, ready for the finishing blow. When nothing came, I opened my eyes to see the monster crouching in the grass. It appeared to be bowing at something. The tall grasses bent at odd angles, giving the illusion of something approaching. As I lay on the ground, a human shaped Digimon appeared before me.
"Hello, Katia."
He appeared friendly, approaching with an outstretched hand. He floated along the ground, being propelled by two small wings on his back. He wore what looked like a top hat and jacket, giving him a very formal appearance. He smiled happily, and his eyes were very soft. I couldn't help looking into them.
"You don't want to hurt anymore do you Katia? I can tell. My friend Brutamon here showed me that. I can call him off if you want."
"Who are you?"
"I am a friend. Call me, Icarimon. I know what you want, Katia. You had to leave your family behind; you had to become a beast just to stay alive. All because of that thing on your wrist."
I looked at the dead D-Cell. Part of me wanted it to turn on. I didn't like Icarimon…I didn't trust…
"Look at my, Katia. Look into my eyes. You can see I don't want to hurt you."
His voice was so calm, so caring. How could he possibly want to hurt me?
"Do you want me to help you, Katia? Do you want me to make it better? I can give you control of your life again. But you have to want it."
Part of me wanted to pull away, wanted to run from Icarimon. But he was offering to give me my life back. I couldn't pull myself away from his eyes. They seemed to draw me in deeper each time I looked into them. Slowly my mind began to slide away from me.
"Yes Icarimon. I want my life back."
I didn't want to do it, but I wasn't in control of myself. As if detached from my own body, I viewed myself in the third person. I screamed to make myself stop, but I couldn't. I watched in horror as my body reached out and took his hand.
"I want my life back."
The prey was nearby; I could smell it. I had been tracking the heard for a few days now. There was a stray one. It had to be one of the older members. He wouldn't taste the best, bet I didn't want to bother with one of the fresher youths. The heard would leave it behind; they'd fight to save a stronger member.
"Okay Katia. Focus. You've been doing this for four years now. It'll be nothing."
I was a daunting site. The moonlight shimmered down on me through the clouds. To anything without an untrained eye, I was invisible. Well, just as invisible as a 10ft wolf could be. I had to hurry though. Day was approaching, and I would have to kill soon if I was going to feed before sun-up.
"I'm so sorry Mom, Dad. I tried to come back. You don't deserve this though. Nobody deserves to have a werewolf for a daughter."
I had been bitten at age 10. The night had been dark, I had wondered from the campsite. Mom and dad had been looking for me, but they didn't come in time. A large silver wolf had bitten me. It didn't look like any wolf I knew at the time, but I was the only one who had seen it. They found me shortly afterwards, and a hospital visit had helped fixed most of it. I still had the large scar across my leg where the wolf had gotten me.
"'Everything is alright. We'll fix you up no problem.' they said. Yeah, that helped me a lot."
A month later was the first full moon. That first time I became a wolf I knew I had to leave my family behind. I lost site of them after that, and for 10 years I lived in the wild alone. Then I met Jack Beckett. I became a Hunter, and my D-Cell gave me the power to control the transformations as well as take the form of stronger Digimon. After the battle with Demon though, my D-Cell shut off. I was no longer able to become anything higher than champion, and I also couldn't control my lycanthropic nature. I had fled to Africa. There was enough open space there to stay out of site of anybody who would be a problem. Now I was a monster. I hunted for a living, feeding at night to avoid the taste of raw meat on a human tongue. I didn't want to be found, nor did I want to find anybody.
"Alright. Now it's time for the kill."
I charged into the herd as quietly as I could. The herd moved, but the elder was stuck. He was brought down without much effort. I ate the kill quickly, disgusted at my own ways. Having eaten, I curled up next to the carcass. I wasn't going to sleep, but I wasn't going to leave it there for others to find. As the wind blew, a scent brushed across my snout.
"It can't be! That smells like a Digimon!"
The hairs on my back instinctively bristled up. I barred my teeth and let out a low growl. Whatever it was, it wasn't friendly. Nothing that smelled like that was.
"Alright. Show yourself!"
The scent grew nearer. Without warning, I was struck from the side. I reeled, rolling across the ground in agony. I turned in the direction of the blow, but another struck from the back. How many were there!
"Moonlight Blaze!"
My attack rippled across the savannah. It didn't hit anything, but the light grazed across something, giving it shape. It was camouflaged by something. I took another whiff, there was only one, but it must have been fast.
"Fight like a mon! What kind of weakling cloaks himself?"
The attacks stopped. A slight breeze blew around me, and as it died down, the creature had revealed itself. I regretted my request immediately. It was a good fifteen feet tall with four arms and four legs. Its tail curled out from its rear end, and tipped off with a large blade. The head was two eyed, with large horns. This was no Digimon I'd seen before. I had no idea how strong it was. Its mouth parted in an evil smile. It didn't say a word.
"You're big. I've taken bigger. You're strong. I've taken stronger. Let's dance."
The creature came at me, swinging its tail blade at a frantic pace. I dove forward, clawing for the face. I missed the target, but made contact with the shoulder. The creature roared and swung its blade as I passed. It made contact with my hindquarters, once again taking me to the ground. I got up quickly and fired a Moonlight Blaze. It hit square, pushing the monster back. I wasn't hurting as much as I could if it were a champion, which meant it was an ultimate level. A mega would have no problem against me at all.
"What's your name, monster? Who sent you?"
The Digimon didn't say a word. It only lowered its horned head and charged forward. I tried to dodge the attack, but the pain from my cut had me paralyzed. The monster's attack hit square. If it hadn't been for the large tree nearby, I don't think I would've ever hit the ground. I could feel my energy being drained from my body as the monster drew closer. A look to the sky only increased my fear. The moon was slowly fading in the night sky, giving way to the rising sun. If I couldn't beat him quick, I would lose my Lupumon form. I couldn't fight anything like that as a human. I cried out in agony, my howl slowly melting into a human scream as my body shrank. The thick wolf hair gave way to skin, leaving a lone woman lying in the grasses. The beast snarled, but just stood there. Why wasn't it attacking?
"What are you doing? Stop toying with me!"
I looked at my wrist. My D-Cell stared back with a blank screen.
"Work, damn it, Work! I need to Digiform now!"
The beast moved to stand over me. It opened its mouth, revealing three rows of razor sharp teeth. The gaping maw hung over me, prepared to swallow me whole. I closed my eyes, ready for the finishing blow. When nothing came, I opened my eyes to see the monster crouching in the grass. It appeared to be bowing at something. The tall grasses bent at odd angles, giving the illusion of something approaching. As I lay on the ground, a human shaped Digimon appeared before me.
"Hello, Katia."
He appeared friendly, approaching with an outstretched hand. He floated along the ground, being propelled by two small wings on his back. He wore what looked like a top hat and jacket, giving him a very formal appearance. He smiled happily, and his eyes were very soft. I couldn't help looking into them.
"You don't want to hurt anymore do you Katia? I can tell. My friend Brutamon here showed me that. I can call him off if you want."
"Who are you?"
"I am a friend. Call me, Icarimon. I know what you want, Katia. You had to leave your family behind; you had to become a beast just to stay alive. All because of that thing on your wrist."
I looked at the dead D-Cell. Part of me wanted it to turn on. I didn't like Icarimon…I didn't trust…
"Look at my, Katia. Look into my eyes. You can see I don't want to hurt you."
His voice was so calm, so caring. How could he possibly want to hurt me?
"Do you want me to help you, Katia? Do you want me to make it better? I can give you control of your life again. But you have to want it."
Part of me wanted to pull away, wanted to run from Icarimon. But he was offering to give me my life back. I couldn't pull myself away from his eyes. They seemed to draw me in deeper each time I looked into them. Slowly my mind began to slide away from me.
"Yes Icarimon. I want my life back."
I didn't want to do it, but I wasn't in control of myself. As if detached from my own body, I viewed myself in the third person. I screamed to make myself stop, but I couldn't. I watched in horror as my body reached out and took his hand.
"I want my life back."