Chapter Six
Alter Ego
Beyond the blue valley, there lay a large lake. At the bottom of which, in a crevice lay a digiegg of the deepest color of black that is known to man. It had sat there for many ages, waiting to be freed. No digimon came to this land, for it had been forbidden in a legend, many ages ago. The only ones who ever ventured to come here were of cold heart and had a death wish, they were never heard from again. It had been rumored that this was one of the only places in the Digital World that would not return the data of digimon lost back to Primary Village. Therefore, the forbidden law had been enforced.
At 6 PM, a boy sat in his room. He lay, staring at the fan blades, wishing that they would fall upon him so that someone would be forced to visit him, even if it were an obituary worker. His stomach growled. His Mom hadn't bought groceries for three months. He hadn't seen her for two. He dared not go outside, there were dangerous people out there. He weakly sat up, he walked into the next room and looked into the cupboard. A dead rat lay there, with flies crawling on it. Holding his breath, he reached behind for a can of chicken stalk. He opened it and made himself a cold bowl of broth. Of course, without heat it didn't set, so it was merely water with saffron colored lumps in it. He sighed, and sat down to eat his dinner. The phone rang. He was fairly startled, he thought that the Phone Company had disconnected them. Intrigued, he got up to answer it. A strange and unnatural voice answered. It sounded as if it were a prerecorded message.
"Do you enjoy technology?" the voice asked, coldly.
"I guess," the boy said, he had used the school computers once or twice, but had never owned one.
"Would you like to go somewhere different?"
"I'm not sure," the boys said, slowly, he felt suspicious of these questions, "is this a survey?"
"In a manner of speaking."
"Okay then, I would like to go somewhere different."
"Please hold," the voice said. Strange sounds, like dial tones filled the boy's head. He blinked and found himself in a new world.
The boy found himself face down on the ground. The grass around him was dry and brittle. He forced himself onto all fours and looked around. There was a large lake, only a few feet away. He crawled to it and collapsed at the water's edge. Peering in, he saw his reflection. He was wearing a clean navy blue shirt and black pants. His straw colored hair hung limply over his brown eyes. On the top of his head lay a black ring, like a crown. Looking past his reflection, he saw something glint, way down in the center of the lake. Somehow, strength seemed to fill his tired muscles, and he found himself diving in. He pulled the water past him and kicked his legs like a frog. A slimy plant grabbed onto him. He couldn't pull free. He was running out of air, and as he fainted, his arm rested upon the digiegg. A translucent jet-black digimon pulled the boy to the shore. He lay there, coughing for several minutes. When he finally opened his eyes, he came face to face with the fog-like digimon, whose face showed an expression that could only be described as pure evil.
"Who are you?" the boy asked, staring into the cold eyes of the digimon.
"My name is DemiDemisemon," it said, "and you are my partner."
"What are you?"
"I am a digimon like no other, but one, and it is also my opposite."
"A digimon…" the boy said slowly, he seemed to vaguely remember hearing about these creatures.
"What's your name?" DemiDemisemon asked.
"Oh," the boy said, lowering his voice, "my name is Orion."
Now back to the present.
"Who?" T.K. and Celestialmon asked at the same time.
"Its partner," the Roachmon said together.
"Partner? Since when do evil digimon have partners?" T.K. asked, bewildered.
"It has never happened before, but I suppose it is plausible," Celestialmon informed the boy.
Ken stepped forward. "This sounds a lot like what happened to me. Only this time it's the digimon that's evil rather than the human."
"Ken, for the last time, you weren't evil. It was just that dark spore!" Davis said, shaking his head.
T.K. jumped back. "Oh, I forgot you guys were still here."
"Hey Celestialmon," Yolei ventured, "What do you know about this Demisemon guy?"
"I know as much about it, as it knows about me. We are complete opposites. For example, where I am both male and female, Demisemon is neither. Where I am all types, Demisemon is no type. Where Lorriette is the Child of All, its partner is the Child of None."
"How sad," Sora commented.
"Yes, it is," agreed Celestialmon.
"Where are we going?" Orion asked.
"We must find followers, and I know exactly where to find them."
"You still didn't answer my question, where?"
"Over the horizon, there is a land in which evil thrives, we shall find the ones there."
"Evil? What do you mean by that?"
"Time will reveal all, now walk quickly, we haven't any of it to spare."
"I don't think I can walk much faster, I feel faint as it is."
"You require nourishment?"
"If that means food, then yes, yes I do." He said, with a hint of sarcasm.
The creature stopped for a moment and mumbled something under his breath. In a second or so, the boy found that a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk had appeared in his arms. He bit into the end of it with shaking hands. He chewed it slowly, his jaws getting more exercise than they had for a long time. He drank swallow after swallow of the milk, letting it roll down his throat and fill his awaiting stomach. It didn't take long for him to feel full; his stomach had shrunk a lot. He shoved the remains of the bread into his pocket, with a satisfied look on his eyes. The digimon moved quickly. The boy had a hard time keeping up, an overwhelming need for sleep had taken over his body, but the digimon only kept telling him to go faster, until his legs had worked out a rhythm and his mind drifted off into a deep sense of calm.
"Well," Matt said, "now what?" He looked around at the faces of the twelve other digidestined, all of whom seemed stumped.
"I guess we should wait until the other sovereigns show up." Izzy said.
"In the mean time, how about some breakfast?" Joe asked, trying to suppress the gurgling of his stomach.
"Sounds good." Lorriette answered.
"Let us assemble inside. I have taken the liberty of ordering a feast while we were speaking," Celestialmon told them.
"Ya know, you are one strange digimon," Gatomon said, following the others inside. There they found, as the wise digimon told them, a very elaborate meal. Well, actually, it wasn't as elaborate as it was large. There were three jelly donuts each, several fruit pies, kegs of cocoa, one of which was mocha, about forty or so sausages, hash browns, a whole lot of rice, fish, and about a bathtub's worth of scrambled eggs. What wasn't on the menu, but did appear inside, were the rest of the digimon, in which case there wasn't so much leftover as there could have been. By the time the meal ended, every single one of the digimon had digivolved to champion, including our new friend Celestialmon, who had made its debut as MagnaCelestialmon.
"Oh my goodness," Angewoman said, "I think I just went up a dress size."
"Wait, do you ever change clothes?" Kari asked, cocking her head to the side.
"Well, I--" She was interrupted by the sound of footsteps at the door. A knock sounded.
"I'll get it," X-veemon said, walking toward the tremendous door.
center Okay, that was a whole lot longer than I thought it would be.
Since ff.net wasn't up, I just kept making the chapter longer and longer…
Anyway, I already have a pic of Orion up at my site.
www.geocities.com/marmaladefever
Thanks!
Alter Ego
Beyond the blue valley, there lay a large lake. At the bottom of which, in a crevice lay a digiegg of the deepest color of black that is known to man. It had sat there for many ages, waiting to be freed. No digimon came to this land, for it had been forbidden in a legend, many ages ago. The only ones who ever ventured to come here were of cold heart and had a death wish, they were never heard from again. It had been rumored that this was one of the only places in the Digital World that would not return the data of digimon lost back to Primary Village. Therefore, the forbidden law had been enforced.
At 6 PM, a boy sat in his room. He lay, staring at the fan blades, wishing that they would fall upon him so that someone would be forced to visit him, even if it were an obituary worker. His stomach growled. His Mom hadn't bought groceries for three months. He hadn't seen her for two. He dared not go outside, there were dangerous people out there. He weakly sat up, he walked into the next room and looked into the cupboard. A dead rat lay there, with flies crawling on it. Holding his breath, he reached behind for a can of chicken stalk. He opened it and made himself a cold bowl of broth. Of course, without heat it didn't set, so it was merely water with saffron colored lumps in it. He sighed, and sat down to eat his dinner. The phone rang. He was fairly startled, he thought that the Phone Company had disconnected them. Intrigued, he got up to answer it. A strange and unnatural voice answered. It sounded as if it were a prerecorded message.
"Do you enjoy technology?" the voice asked, coldly.
"I guess," the boy said, he had used the school computers once or twice, but had never owned one.
"Would you like to go somewhere different?"
"I'm not sure," the boys said, slowly, he felt suspicious of these questions, "is this a survey?"
"In a manner of speaking."
"Okay then, I would like to go somewhere different."
"Please hold," the voice said. Strange sounds, like dial tones filled the boy's head. He blinked and found himself in a new world.
The boy found himself face down on the ground. The grass around him was dry and brittle. He forced himself onto all fours and looked around. There was a large lake, only a few feet away. He crawled to it and collapsed at the water's edge. Peering in, he saw his reflection. He was wearing a clean navy blue shirt and black pants. His straw colored hair hung limply over his brown eyes. On the top of his head lay a black ring, like a crown. Looking past his reflection, he saw something glint, way down in the center of the lake. Somehow, strength seemed to fill his tired muscles, and he found himself diving in. He pulled the water past him and kicked his legs like a frog. A slimy plant grabbed onto him. He couldn't pull free. He was running out of air, and as he fainted, his arm rested upon the digiegg. A translucent jet-black digimon pulled the boy to the shore. He lay there, coughing for several minutes. When he finally opened his eyes, he came face to face with the fog-like digimon, whose face showed an expression that could only be described as pure evil.
"Who are you?" the boy asked, staring into the cold eyes of the digimon.
"My name is DemiDemisemon," it said, "and you are my partner."
"What are you?"
"I am a digimon like no other, but one, and it is also my opposite."
"A digimon…" the boy said slowly, he seemed to vaguely remember hearing about these creatures.
"What's your name?" DemiDemisemon asked.
"Oh," the boy said, lowering his voice, "my name is Orion."
Now back to the present.
"Who?" T.K. and Celestialmon asked at the same time.
"Its partner," the Roachmon said together.
"Partner? Since when do evil digimon have partners?" T.K. asked, bewildered.
"It has never happened before, but I suppose it is plausible," Celestialmon informed the boy.
Ken stepped forward. "This sounds a lot like what happened to me. Only this time it's the digimon that's evil rather than the human."
"Ken, for the last time, you weren't evil. It was just that dark spore!" Davis said, shaking his head.
T.K. jumped back. "Oh, I forgot you guys were still here."
"Hey Celestialmon," Yolei ventured, "What do you know about this Demisemon guy?"
"I know as much about it, as it knows about me. We are complete opposites. For example, where I am both male and female, Demisemon is neither. Where I am all types, Demisemon is no type. Where Lorriette is the Child of All, its partner is the Child of None."
"How sad," Sora commented.
"Yes, it is," agreed Celestialmon.
"Where are we going?" Orion asked.
"We must find followers, and I know exactly where to find them."
"You still didn't answer my question, where?"
"Over the horizon, there is a land in which evil thrives, we shall find the ones there."
"Evil? What do you mean by that?"
"Time will reveal all, now walk quickly, we haven't any of it to spare."
"I don't think I can walk much faster, I feel faint as it is."
"You require nourishment?"
"If that means food, then yes, yes I do." He said, with a hint of sarcasm.
The creature stopped for a moment and mumbled something under his breath. In a second or so, the boy found that a loaf of bread and a bottle of milk had appeared in his arms. He bit into the end of it with shaking hands. He chewed it slowly, his jaws getting more exercise than they had for a long time. He drank swallow after swallow of the milk, letting it roll down his throat and fill his awaiting stomach. It didn't take long for him to feel full; his stomach had shrunk a lot. He shoved the remains of the bread into his pocket, with a satisfied look on his eyes. The digimon moved quickly. The boy had a hard time keeping up, an overwhelming need for sleep had taken over his body, but the digimon only kept telling him to go faster, until his legs had worked out a rhythm and his mind drifted off into a deep sense of calm.
"Well," Matt said, "now what?" He looked around at the faces of the twelve other digidestined, all of whom seemed stumped.
"I guess we should wait until the other sovereigns show up." Izzy said.
"In the mean time, how about some breakfast?" Joe asked, trying to suppress the gurgling of his stomach.
"Sounds good." Lorriette answered.
"Let us assemble inside. I have taken the liberty of ordering a feast while we were speaking," Celestialmon told them.
"Ya know, you are one strange digimon," Gatomon said, following the others inside. There they found, as the wise digimon told them, a very elaborate meal. Well, actually, it wasn't as elaborate as it was large. There were three jelly donuts each, several fruit pies, kegs of cocoa, one of which was mocha, about forty or so sausages, hash browns, a whole lot of rice, fish, and about a bathtub's worth of scrambled eggs. What wasn't on the menu, but did appear inside, were the rest of the digimon, in which case there wasn't so much leftover as there could have been. By the time the meal ended, every single one of the digimon had digivolved to champion, including our new friend Celestialmon, who had made its debut as MagnaCelestialmon.
"Oh my goodness," Angewoman said, "I think I just went up a dress size."
"Wait, do you ever change clothes?" Kari asked, cocking her head to the side.
"Well, I--" She was interrupted by the sound of footsteps at the door. A knock sounded.
"I'll get it," X-veemon said, walking toward the tremendous door.
center Okay, that was a whole lot longer than I thought it would be.
Since ff.net wasn't up, I just kept making the chapter longer and longer…
Anyway, I already have a pic of Orion up at my site.
www.geocities.com/marmaladefever
Thanks!