*nervously creeps onstage* Eh heh heh... so! Ummmm, how long has it been since I updated?
*is replied by several snarls from the audience*
^.^""""""" Gotcha. Won't do it again, promises!
Mew: *coughs*
Please enjoy the long-awaited next part of A MAZE OF DIGIMON!! All I own is the plot and a few Canadian pennies, so you won't get much for suing. ^_^
A MAZE OF DIGIMON
by Ryuko DragonHalf
She inched warily towards the Digimon's cries. Miyako was close to trembling in fear. What would she find? One of the Kaiser's cronies ready and waiting to rip her to shreds? Not the most pleasant of thoughts, mind you, but she was frightened.
It wasn't long before she had reached a glowing clearing. Wait a sec, glowing? Yes… a blazing campfire sat in the exact center of the meadow. It was almost a welcome sight. A nice, warm blaze enticing her to come forward, offering endless comfort. Too much! Miyako eagerly leaped forward, searching hopefully for a twig and a pack of marshmallows. Unfortunately, her bliss would only last so long.
"GRAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!!" The Child's head snapped up. There it was again!
"All together! Attack!" a bunch of high-pitched gravely voices commanded. Whatever was going on was happening beyond the bushes to her left. She took a hint and retreated to the foliage on the right. Doggone it! Now she'd have to wait until that... thing left before she could enjoy any comfort! Not like it would help much anyway.. her leg was still tender.
Branches snapped, and leaves flew everywhere as the thing drew near. Frightened, Miyako ducked her head and peered through a space in the branches. She watched as a swarm of little Digimon broke into the clearing, obviously dragging something tied to a rope behind them. They looked kind of like those enemies in Pac-Man, except they were all white with red dots for pupils in their black eye sockets. There were about twenty or so, all determined to pull something towards the fire. And, of course, each one sported one black ring around their middle. Then, their prey emerged.
'What in the world is THAT????' Miyako had to keep from shrieking. It was a gigantic rock Digimon! He was sandy brown, and the larger part of his weight was supported by two huge, gravely hands. His walk was similar to that of a gorilla's. Two large spikes portruded from his back, and two smaller ones sat on each rocky shoulder. A metallic plate protected his face, surrounded by a single leather belt. What appeared to be bandages were wrapped tightly at nearly each joint in his arms and legs. The rope being tugged was tied to his waist.
He let out another roar, causing the leaves to fall from the trees and making the fire flicker. Miyako's heart thumped wildly. The little ghosts were cackling with glee.
"This'll be a great feast for us!"
"It may be a bit on the tough side.."
"We're tough Digimon! We like tough!"
"Yeah! Dig in!!!"
They swarmed the living rock, who began howling defiantly. His arms were swinging at the little pests, but it was like swatting at a group of ravenous mosquitoes. Their teeth were surprisingly strong, making deep gashes in his rocky hide. His roars turned from those of anger to those of pain.
Miyako already knew she had to do something, but what could she do against some obviously hungry ghosts with teeth and rings?? Well, there was ONE thing. But it was suicide. She could just continue forward to her final destination...
The rock creature noticed something fidgeting in the bushes. His attention turned to it briefly. A Child! She could help! He let out a cry of plea, then was forced to deal with another attack.
'Oh poopie, he just HAD to see me. Now I hafta save him!' The girl's stubborn conscience refused to let him be beaten. Then her common sense joined in, pointing out the fact that the rock wore no ring, and could be a powerful ally. Reluctantly convinced, Miyako carried out her plan.
"HEY! Little Digimon! Over heeeeeere! Yoohoo, can't catch me!!" she shouted, jumping out of the bushes. The ghosts stopped immediately and stared. Who was this? And was she edible? "I'm really tasty, and much softer than that big piece of granite! Dinner is served! To go!" She yelped and tore through the trees as the swarm tailed her instead.
"This should be much tastier!"
"But she's such a small scrawny thing.."
"We're small Digimon! We like small!"
"Yeah! GET HER!!"
Their cackles echoed throughout the trees, then grew distant, then silent. One giant Digimon was left in the clearing, stunned by the sudden quiet. He had to thank that girl later.
*~*~*
Ken chortled to himself. What was she doing? Her priorities needed to be sorted out more thoroughly! Judging by his clock, she had only 6 hours left to save her feathered friend. She wouldn't make it. He turned to the Rockmon. How was that one missed? The Kaiser reached for the switch that would send out another ring, when...
"Master! Master!"
He growled, rose from his chair, and whirled on Wormmon. "How dare you interrupt me! This had better be important, insect, or I'll--"
"Forgive me Master, but we've captured someone who could prove useful." The little Digimon was relieved to see Ken becoming interested.
"Go on." And he sat down once more.
Wormmon ahemed. "You see, the Child may not trust any food found in your maze. She would need a colleague to offer it to her, wouldn't you agree, Master..?"
One hand was raised to the Kaiser's chin. "An interesting point, my servant. And I suppose we have this so-called colleague?"
"Yes Master. He's been contained in the dungeons. I await your orders."
"Very well. I will see to this prisoner myself." He rose again from his chair and sauntered to the door. Ken paused and turned to where Wormmon was expectantly watching him go. "Stay here and watch our guest." Then he was gone.
The insect Digimon glanced up at Hawkmon, who was shaking his head gravely. Mumbled words were picked up by Wormmon's antennae. "This will not be good..."
*~*~*
In the meantime, Miyako was running for her life. The ghosts' cries had attracted even more of their kind, and she now had a posse of hundreds of these things wanting her for dinner! "This--can't--possibly--get--worse!" she moaned between gasps of precious air. Her feet carried her in random directions, not caring where her final destination was now. She had to survive first, or else Hawkmon wouldn't stand a chance!
Of course, we can't forget her injury. It flared again, this time stronger than before. She cried out and fell flat on her face. Now, all she could do was spit out dirt, lie paralyzed on the forest floor, and listen as her doom cackled closer and closer from behind.
"This is it! I'm done! These're my last words! Hawkmon, everyone, forgive me for being so stupid. Mom, Dad, siblings, you're the best. And Ken? Ken..."
"YATTAZE!!!!"
"What the!"
Miyako's head rose, and she saw an enormous shadow looming before her. She was wondering how many ways this place wanted to see her die, when the shadow began to break apart. They were little.. blobs? They whooped and hollered as they began leaping over Miyako and headed towards the approaching ghosts.
Of course, the ghosts were stunned to see several green blobs coming at them. They cheered, "Come and have a great time! Relax, kick back, and throw some stuff around!" Large pink projectiles began flying their way, and they didn't smell nice either.
"GACK! These things stink! Everyone, fall back and begin a new search for dinner!" The ghosts didn't hesitate to hold sleeves to their faces and retreat into the woods.
If it wasn't for the smell, Miyako might have heaved a sigh of relief. Instead, she sat up and began massaging her calf. The pain started to leave. At last! Now she could get going and save the day and stuff! She wasn't even sure how much time she had left...
... wait...
... why were the smelly Digimon surrounding her?
And why were they holding pink projectiles, grinning and ready to fire?
*~*~*
HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!! Cliffhanger! Cliffhanger! I love putting these things in wherever I wants! XD *dances around laughing like a loon*
Mew: ............ I don't know her.
Yeah, love you too. RnR folks! It'll keep me writing! JA!
*is replied by several snarls from the audience*
^.^""""""" Gotcha. Won't do it again, promises!
Mew: *coughs*
Please enjoy the long-awaited next part of A MAZE OF DIGIMON!! All I own is the plot and a few Canadian pennies, so you won't get much for suing. ^_^
A MAZE OF DIGIMON
by Ryuko DragonHalf
She inched warily towards the Digimon's cries. Miyako was close to trembling in fear. What would she find? One of the Kaiser's cronies ready and waiting to rip her to shreds? Not the most pleasant of thoughts, mind you, but she was frightened.
It wasn't long before she had reached a glowing clearing. Wait a sec, glowing? Yes… a blazing campfire sat in the exact center of the meadow. It was almost a welcome sight. A nice, warm blaze enticing her to come forward, offering endless comfort. Too much! Miyako eagerly leaped forward, searching hopefully for a twig and a pack of marshmallows. Unfortunately, her bliss would only last so long.
"GRAAAAAAAAAARRRRR!!" The Child's head snapped up. There it was again!
"All together! Attack!" a bunch of high-pitched gravely voices commanded. Whatever was going on was happening beyond the bushes to her left. She took a hint and retreated to the foliage on the right. Doggone it! Now she'd have to wait until that... thing left before she could enjoy any comfort! Not like it would help much anyway.. her leg was still tender.
Branches snapped, and leaves flew everywhere as the thing drew near. Frightened, Miyako ducked her head and peered through a space in the branches. She watched as a swarm of little Digimon broke into the clearing, obviously dragging something tied to a rope behind them. They looked kind of like those enemies in Pac-Man, except they were all white with red dots for pupils in their black eye sockets. There were about twenty or so, all determined to pull something towards the fire. And, of course, each one sported one black ring around their middle. Then, their prey emerged.
'What in the world is THAT????' Miyako had to keep from shrieking. It was a gigantic rock Digimon! He was sandy brown, and the larger part of his weight was supported by two huge, gravely hands. His walk was similar to that of a gorilla's. Two large spikes portruded from his back, and two smaller ones sat on each rocky shoulder. A metallic plate protected his face, surrounded by a single leather belt. What appeared to be bandages were wrapped tightly at nearly each joint in his arms and legs. The rope being tugged was tied to his waist.
He let out another roar, causing the leaves to fall from the trees and making the fire flicker. Miyako's heart thumped wildly. The little ghosts were cackling with glee.
"This'll be a great feast for us!"
"It may be a bit on the tough side.."
"We're tough Digimon! We like tough!"
"Yeah! Dig in!!!"
They swarmed the living rock, who began howling defiantly. His arms were swinging at the little pests, but it was like swatting at a group of ravenous mosquitoes. Their teeth were surprisingly strong, making deep gashes in his rocky hide. His roars turned from those of anger to those of pain.
Miyako already knew she had to do something, but what could she do against some obviously hungry ghosts with teeth and rings?? Well, there was ONE thing. But it was suicide. She could just continue forward to her final destination...
The rock creature noticed something fidgeting in the bushes. His attention turned to it briefly. A Child! She could help! He let out a cry of plea, then was forced to deal with another attack.
'Oh poopie, he just HAD to see me. Now I hafta save him!' The girl's stubborn conscience refused to let him be beaten. Then her common sense joined in, pointing out the fact that the rock wore no ring, and could be a powerful ally. Reluctantly convinced, Miyako carried out her plan.
"HEY! Little Digimon! Over heeeeeere! Yoohoo, can't catch me!!" she shouted, jumping out of the bushes. The ghosts stopped immediately and stared. Who was this? And was she edible? "I'm really tasty, and much softer than that big piece of granite! Dinner is served! To go!" She yelped and tore through the trees as the swarm tailed her instead.
"This should be much tastier!"
"But she's such a small scrawny thing.."
"We're small Digimon! We like small!"
"Yeah! GET HER!!"
Their cackles echoed throughout the trees, then grew distant, then silent. One giant Digimon was left in the clearing, stunned by the sudden quiet. He had to thank that girl later.
*~*~*
Ken chortled to himself. What was she doing? Her priorities needed to be sorted out more thoroughly! Judging by his clock, she had only 6 hours left to save her feathered friend. She wouldn't make it. He turned to the Rockmon. How was that one missed? The Kaiser reached for the switch that would send out another ring, when...
"Master! Master!"
He growled, rose from his chair, and whirled on Wormmon. "How dare you interrupt me! This had better be important, insect, or I'll--"
"Forgive me Master, but we've captured someone who could prove useful." The little Digimon was relieved to see Ken becoming interested.
"Go on." And he sat down once more.
Wormmon ahemed. "You see, the Child may not trust any food found in your maze. She would need a colleague to offer it to her, wouldn't you agree, Master..?"
One hand was raised to the Kaiser's chin. "An interesting point, my servant. And I suppose we have this so-called colleague?"
"Yes Master. He's been contained in the dungeons. I await your orders."
"Very well. I will see to this prisoner myself." He rose again from his chair and sauntered to the door. Ken paused and turned to where Wormmon was expectantly watching him go. "Stay here and watch our guest." Then he was gone.
The insect Digimon glanced up at Hawkmon, who was shaking his head gravely. Mumbled words were picked up by Wormmon's antennae. "This will not be good..."
*~*~*
In the meantime, Miyako was running for her life. The ghosts' cries had attracted even more of their kind, and she now had a posse of hundreds of these things wanting her for dinner! "This--can't--possibly--get--worse!" she moaned between gasps of precious air. Her feet carried her in random directions, not caring where her final destination was now. She had to survive first, or else Hawkmon wouldn't stand a chance!
Of course, we can't forget her injury. It flared again, this time stronger than before. She cried out and fell flat on her face. Now, all she could do was spit out dirt, lie paralyzed on the forest floor, and listen as her doom cackled closer and closer from behind.
"This is it! I'm done! These're my last words! Hawkmon, everyone, forgive me for being so stupid. Mom, Dad, siblings, you're the best. And Ken? Ken..."
"YATTAZE!!!!"
"What the!"
Miyako's head rose, and she saw an enormous shadow looming before her. She was wondering how many ways this place wanted to see her die, when the shadow began to break apart. They were little.. blobs? They whooped and hollered as they began leaping over Miyako and headed towards the approaching ghosts.
Of course, the ghosts were stunned to see several green blobs coming at them. They cheered, "Come and have a great time! Relax, kick back, and throw some stuff around!" Large pink projectiles began flying their way, and they didn't smell nice either.
"GACK! These things stink! Everyone, fall back and begin a new search for dinner!" The ghosts didn't hesitate to hold sleeves to their faces and retreat into the woods.
If it wasn't for the smell, Miyako might have heaved a sigh of relief. Instead, she sat up and began massaging her calf. The pain started to leave. At last! Now she could get going and save the day and stuff! She wasn't even sure how much time she had left...
... wait...
... why were the smelly Digimon surrounding her?
And why were they holding pink projectiles, grinning and ready to fire?
*~*~*
HAHAHAHAAAAAAAAA!! Cliffhanger! Cliffhanger! I love putting these things in wherever I wants! XD *dances around laughing like a loon*
Mew: ............ I don't know her.
Yeah, love you too. RnR folks! It'll keep me writing! JA!
