By the Vampire's rein.
Authors notes: This is a "what if" fiction. It's basically about what may have happened if Myotismon had won, with only three, now four of the original digidestined surviving. Some other changes are that Osamu is still alive, Ken doesn't become evil and the Dark Masters haven't taken control of the digiworld yet.
The story takes four years after Myotismon. Also I don't own digimon. Wish I did, but I can't have everything in life.
Oh and I would like to thank everyone whose reviewed and stayed with this story. Your support means a lot to me!
Chapter 10
The Vampire King pushed over a charging Mammothmon and at the same time squashed a tiny Impmon who had singed his hair. These digimon were inferior to him, he was one of the, no, the greatest digimon alive. To be singed by an upstart rookie, it wasn't doing Myotismon any good.
Not that he and has his troops weren't pushing pressure on them, the Bokumon and other digimon had been fighting fiercely, they had swarmed and separated the rookies and champions from the ultimates. A thick wall of Clockmon blocked the sides. The winged rebels were being forced on to the ground where movement would be a difficult problem. All in all, the battle was going well. Yet Myotismon felt uneasy. He thought at first that some people were passing sides of the wall as more and more Clockmon were destroyed; yet that wasn't it. As he let out a grisly wing, and watched with sadistic pleasure as they ripped apart the leaf like wings of a red dressed Lilymon, he noticed one small detail.
Two Gekomon were cowering in a corner. Myotismon sniffed in disgust. He was about to kill them; with out mercy or warning when one of them said something.
"Wendy, you think that the others got the kid?" Myotismon didn't here what "Wendy" said to her fellow Gekomon. This was merely a ruse, a distraction. How could they know about the boy? Unless, Myotsimon took out his anger with a well-aimed Crimson Lightning, Demidevimon was the cause of this, and he would be paying the price. As would everyone else who was with him. And it would take a very long time before they met the great Digital World in the sky, a very long, and painful time. Then with that last thought he quietly left the battle.
Piedmon smirked at the lavender haired girl. She was glaring down at him, while making a speech about how wrong it was to attack innocent little digimon, blah, blah, blah. The Clown made a point of yawning loudly as she talked.
"If you're quite finished, for a girl about to die you sure do dribble a lot." This was met by a loud screech. Everyone covered his or her ears as Miyako went into another tirade. She talked non-stop, till Piedmon started to believe that this was a new strategy from the Digidestined; talk the enemy to death. It, according to Piedmon's aching ears, was working.
Another person was using the screeching as a plan. Iori carefully snuck past the two gigantic dragon-type digimon. He sent a quick thank-you to his grandfather who had taught him the importance of keeping silent. The quivering living jelly looked up at him. A trail of burbling sounds came out of his mouth. Iori put a finger to his lips and slowly picked up the Poyamon and the digiegg.
"What's he doing?" asked Armadillomon, to Sora, watching intently as the small boy crept back.
"Getting them out of danger, stupid move but it was brave!" answered Sora and Armadillomon nodded in agreement.
Iori looked up at the evil digimon, dtill focusing on Miyako. Another time he would have told her to be quiet. They finally reached the end of the Village, Poyamon quivering in his arms. He gently shushed him.
"Good going Iori," said Ken, quickly ruffling Iori's hair much to his annoyance.
He scowled at the older boy, smoothing down his hair while awkwardly holding on to the digiegg and Poyamon.
"So, we will stop you!" finished Miyako, her face now a blotchy red.
"Well, it's about time too," muttered Puppetmon, he jerked something unseen into the air and Miyako went flying off Halsemon's back. The digimon, who weren't evil or demonic and the digidestined looked in horror as she was suspended in air, whacking her face repeatedly. Halsemon growled, he rushed at Puppetmon.
Puppet Pummel
The attack knocked him out of the air, and into his rookie form.
"Halsemon!" cried Miyako, tears streaming down her face, partly from the pain and partly because of her partner.
The little wooden digimon smirked and made a chopping notion with his fingers. Miyako found herself free-falling through the air, the ground was a long way away. Two strong arms caught her. Miyako gazed into Ken's face. Then wrapped her arms around him and kissed him over his face. She was promptly dropped on the ground. Ken took a couple of steps back from her.
"Aw, is your boyfriend in a tiff with you?" mocked Piedmon.
"Enough talk," growled Machinedramon, "let's destroy them." Seadramon nodded his consent.
"We have to do something, Sora!"cried Biyomon. Sora bit her lip.
"But we aren't strong enough!"
"We still have to try," said Wormmon, looking to Ken for agreement. Ken nodded.
"Alright, Iori, you ready?" Iori nodded, as he set Poyamon and the digiegg on the ground. "Then lets do it!"
"Digi-armour energize!" cried out Iori and Miyako who was determined to get a second chance at this.
Armadillomon armour digivolve to- Digmon: The Drill of Power.
Hawkmon armour digivolve to- Halsemon: The Wings of Love.
Ken and Sora nodded to each other, "You ready?" they both asked their digimon.
"Sure thing Ken"
"You betcha!"
Biyomon digivolve to Birdramon!
Birdramon digivolve to Garudumon!
Wormmon digivolve to Stingmon!
Soon a champion, one ultimate and two armour digimon were glaring at the Dark Masters.
"Hah!" exclaimed Miyako, "how do you like it now?" The Dark Masters didn't look impressed. Machindramon yawned as he let out his attack.
"Giga Crusher!" The attack affected all their digimon, as the became rookies.
Sora shook her head in disbelief. Her digimon. She had been an ultimate. One shot would not have been sufficient to knock her out. Unless………..
"You're not ultimate Digimon, are you?"
Piedmon smirked at the young girl.
"We are beyond ultimate. We are MEGA digimon and you can't beat us. Now who wishes to die first?" A small blade appeared in his hand, he turned his gaze around the circle of digidestined, visibly trembling. His gaze fell on Miyako. She whimpered as he smirked at her and lifted his blade into the air, ready to throw it into her heart. She closed her eyes and stood tall, when she found herself whisked of her feet.
They were all in a bubble, speeding away from the Dark Masters. Miyako also noticed a small pink puff ball with wings being hugged to death by Sora.
"Oh, Piximon! Thank you, thank you!" Sora finally released Piximon when he started to mention his need to breathe.
"No problem, yup, yup! But you have to get away from here. This will take you out of their range, yup, yup. I'll deal with them."
Ken raised an eyebrow at this.
"Surely not, they'll crush you! Your so small!" He was whacked in the face with a small wing.
"I may be tiny, but I'm the best fighter known around some parts. Just sit tight, yup, yup!" The little digimon went out of the bubble, and backtracked to where the Dark Masters were standing still in shock.
Sora wiped tears from her eyes. "He'll never survive!" Then she turned around to face Miyako, who was surprised at the angry expression in her eyes.
"What, Sora, what is it?"
"I'm just wondering why you thought it was necessary to stand in front of those bastards shouting at them," said Sora, her voice deathly quiet. Miyako squirmed as angry amber eyes looked down at her.
"I was just trying to make them feel bad, I didn't do anything wrong." Miyako was suddenly slapped in the face.
"Wrong," shouted Sora, "you could have been killed at any time, you were not on guard and if Ken hadn't caught you you'd be dead!" Sora stopped for breath, then looked at the now sobbing girl. She put her arms around her.
"Sorry, Miyako. I lost my temper, but I worry. Please don't do anything like that again." Miyako nodded her consent.
"Besides," piped Biyomon, "Youv can't make an evil digimon feel bad. Once a virus, always a rotten, dirty virus!"
Inside Myotismon's room Koushiro was doing his best to hold Takeru away from Demidevimon, Patamon was being restrained by Tentomon. Daisuke, was silently recheckiong the table for anything.
"You haven't changed Demidevimon," spat Takeru, lunging at Demidevimon, "You're still a conniving, twisted freak!" He struggled at the restrained arms, who because of Takeru's lack of proper nourishment was holding on securely.
"Let go of me Koushiro, that flying fuzzball needs to pay!"
Demidevimon backed away into a wall. The blonde was showing no sign of relenting, and he knew it was only a matter of time till Koushiro couldn't hold him anymore.
"Your acting ridiculous, Takeu. Demidevimon has changed whether you want to believe it or not." The boy only snarled and increased his efforts. Demidevimon backed away further, yet he didn't run away. He couldn't when so many digimon, like Helena were counting on him.
"Eureka!" the forgotten Daisuke brandished a blue oval digivice in his hand, "I found my Digivice, isn't it cool." The others forgot the brewing fight to look at the D3.
"If Daisuke's D3 is here, then it stands to reason that Takerus' crest and digivice was here previously too, perhaps they were moved when the rebellion started attacking," reasoned Koushiro, thoughtfully. Takeru went bright red, then he turned and faced Demidevimon, and stuck out his hand. Demidevimon just stared at it.
"I want to apologise for my behaviour," he smiled slightly, "If you'll give me a second chance." The fuzzball was about to answer, when in growing fear, they heard footsteps approaching the room.
What will happen next in the Digital World?
Will Demidevimon forgive Takeru?
Who do the footsteps belong to?
Find out next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters.
Oh, one more thing, I'll be taking requests to what digimon should be in the digiegg. Don't put down any of the dead children's digimon but you can suggest anything else when you review. Make sure you put a small description down of it, and the digivolutions up to champion form!
Authors notes: This is a "what if" fiction. It's basically about what may have happened if Myotismon had won, with only three, now four of the original digidestined surviving. Some other changes are that Osamu is still alive, Ken doesn't become evil and the Dark Masters haven't taken control of the digiworld yet.
The story takes four years after Myotismon. Also I don't own digimon. Wish I did, but I can't have everything in life.
Oh and I would like to thank everyone whose reviewed and stayed with this story. Your support means a lot to me!
Chapter 10
The Vampire King pushed over a charging Mammothmon and at the same time squashed a tiny Impmon who had singed his hair. These digimon were inferior to him, he was one of the, no, the greatest digimon alive. To be singed by an upstart rookie, it wasn't doing Myotismon any good.
Not that he and has his troops weren't pushing pressure on them, the Bokumon and other digimon had been fighting fiercely, they had swarmed and separated the rookies and champions from the ultimates. A thick wall of Clockmon blocked the sides. The winged rebels were being forced on to the ground where movement would be a difficult problem. All in all, the battle was going well. Yet Myotismon felt uneasy. He thought at first that some people were passing sides of the wall as more and more Clockmon were destroyed; yet that wasn't it. As he let out a grisly wing, and watched with sadistic pleasure as they ripped apart the leaf like wings of a red dressed Lilymon, he noticed one small detail.
Two Gekomon were cowering in a corner. Myotismon sniffed in disgust. He was about to kill them; with out mercy or warning when one of them said something.
"Wendy, you think that the others got the kid?" Myotismon didn't here what "Wendy" said to her fellow Gekomon. This was merely a ruse, a distraction. How could they know about the boy? Unless, Myotsimon took out his anger with a well-aimed Crimson Lightning, Demidevimon was the cause of this, and he would be paying the price. As would everyone else who was with him. And it would take a very long time before they met the great Digital World in the sky, a very long, and painful time. Then with that last thought he quietly left the battle.
Piedmon smirked at the lavender haired girl. She was glaring down at him, while making a speech about how wrong it was to attack innocent little digimon, blah, blah, blah. The Clown made a point of yawning loudly as she talked.
"If you're quite finished, for a girl about to die you sure do dribble a lot." This was met by a loud screech. Everyone covered his or her ears as Miyako went into another tirade. She talked non-stop, till Piedmon started to believe that this was a new strategy from the Digidestined; talk the enemy to death. It, according to Piedmon's aching ears, was working.
Another person was using the screeching as a plan. Iori carefully snuck past the two gigantic dragon-type digimon. He sent a quick thank-you to his grandfather who had taught him the importance of keeping silent. The quivering living jelly looked up at him. A trail of burbling sounds came out of his mouth. Iori put a finger to his lips and slowly picked up the Poyamon and the digiegg.
"What's he doing?" asked Armadillomon, to Sora, watching intently as the small boy crept back.
"Getting them out of danger, stupid move but it was brave!" answered Sora and Armadillomon nodded in agreement.
Iori looked up at the evil digimon, dtill focusing on Miyako. Another time he would have told her to be quiet. They finally reached the end of the Village, Poyamon quivering in his arms. He gently shushed him.
"Good going Iori," said Ken, quickly ruffling Iori's hair much to his annoyance.
He scowled at the older boy, smoothing down his hair while awkwardly holding on to the digiegg and Poyamon.
"So, we will stop you!" finished Miyako, her face now a blotchy red.
"Well, it's about time too," muttered Puppetmon, he jerked something unseen into the air and Miyako went flying off Halsemon's back. The digimon, who weren't evil or demonic and the digidestined looked in horror as she was suspended in air, whacking her face repeatedly. Halsemon growled, he rushed at Puppetmon.
Puppet Pummel
The attack knocked him out of the air, and into his rookie form.
"Halsemon!" cried Miyako, tears streaming down her face, partly from the pain and partly because of her partner.
The little wooden digimon smirked and made a chopping notion with his fingers. Miyako found herself free-falling through the air, the ground was a long way away. Two strong arms caught her. Miyako gazed into Ken's face. Then wrapped her arms around him and kissed him over his face. She was promptly dropped on the ground. Ken took a couple of steps back from her.
"Aw, is your boyfriend in a tiff with you?" mocked Piedmon.
"Enough talk," growled Machinedramon, "let's destroy them." Seadramon nodded his consent.
"We have to do something, Sora!"cried Biyomon. Sora bit her lip.
"But we aren't strong enough!"
"We still have to try," said Wormmon, looking to Ken for agreement. Ken nodded.
"Alright, Iori, you ready?" Iori nodded, as he set Poyamon and the digiegg on the ground. "Then lets do it!"
"Digi-armour energize!" cried out Iori and Miyako who was determined to get a second chance at this.
Armadillomon armour digivolve to- Digmon: The Drill of Power.
Hawkmon armour digivolve to- Halsemon: The Wings of Love.
Ken and Sora nodded to each other, "You ready?" they both asked their digimon.
"Sure thing Ken"
"You betcha!"
Biyomon digivolve to Birdramon!
Birdramon digivolve to Garudumon!
Wormmon digivolve to Stingmon!
Soon a champion, one ultimate and two armour digimon were glaring at the Dark Masters.
"Hah!" exclaimed Miyako, "how do you like it now?" The Dark Masters didn't look impressed. Machindramon yawned as he let out his attack.
"Giga Crusher!" The attack affected all their digimon, as the became rookies.
Sora shook her head in disbelief. Her digimon. She had been an ultimate. One shot would not have been sufficient to knock her out. Unless………..
"You're not ultimate Digimon, are you?"
Piedmon smirked at the young girl.
"We are beyond ultimate. We are MEGA digimon and you can't beat us. Now who wishes to die first?" A small blade appeared in his hand, he turned his gaze around the circle of digidestined, visibly trembling. His gaze fell on Miyako. She whimpered as he smirked at her and lifted his blade into the air, ready to throw it into her heart. She closed her eyes and stood tall, when she found herself whisked of her feet.
They were all in a bubble, speeding away from the Dark Masters. Miyako also noticed a small pink puff ball with wings being hugged to death by Sora.
"Oh, Piximon! Thank you, thank you!" Sora finally released Piximon when he started to mention his need to breathe.
"No problem, yup, yup! But you have to get away from here. This will take you out of their range, yup, yup. I'll deal with them."
Ken raised an eyebrow at this.
"Surely not, they'll crush you! Your so small!" He was whacked in the face with a small wing.
"I may be tiny, but I'm the best fighter known around some parts. Just sit tight, yup, yup!" The little digimon went out of the bubble, and backtracked to where the Dark Masters were standing still in shock.
Sora wiped tears from her eyes. "He'll never survive!" Then she turned around to face Miyako, who was surprised at the angry expression in her eyes.
"What, Sora, what is it?"
"I'm just wondering why you thought it was necessary to stand in front of those bastards shouting at them," said Sora, her voice deathly quiet. Miyako squirmed as angry amber eyes looked down at her.
"I was just trying to make them feel bad, I didn't do anything wrong." Miyako was suddenly slapped in the face.
"Wrong," shouted Sora, "you could have been killed at any time, you were not on guard and if Ken hadn't caught you you'd be dead!" Sora stopped for breath, then looked at the now sobbing girl. She put her arms around her.
"Sorry, Miyako. I lost my temper, but I worry. Please don't do anything like that again." Miyako nodded her consent.
"Besides," piped Biyomon, "Youv can't make an evil digimon feel bad. Once a virus, always a rotten, dirty virus!"
Inside Myotismon's room Koushiro was doing his best to hold Takeru away from Demidevimon, Patamon was being restrained by Tentomon. Daisuke, was silently recheckiong the table for anything.
"You haven't changed Demidevimon," spat Takeru, lunging at Demidevimon, "You're still a conniving, twisted freak!" He struggled at the restrained arms, who because of Takeru's lack of proper nourishment was holding on securely.
"Let go of me Koushiro, that flying fuzzball needs to pay!"
Demidevimon backed away into a wall. The blonde was showing no sign of relenting, and he knew it was only a matter of time till Koushiro couldn't hold him anymore.
"Your acting ridiculous, Takeu. Demidevimon has changed whether you want to believe it or not." The boy only snarled and increased his efforts. Demidevimon backed away further, yet he didn't run away. He couldn't when so many digimon, like Helena were counting on him.
"Eureka!" the forgotten Daisuke brandished a blue oval digivice in his hand, "I found my Digivice, isn't it cool." The others forgot the brewing fight to look at the D3.
"If Daisuke's D3 is here, then it stands to reason that Takerus' crest and digivice was here previously too, perhaps they were moved when the rebellion started attacking," reasoned Koushiro, thoughtfully. Takeru went bright red, then he turned and faced Demidevimon, and stuck out his hand. Demidevimon just stared at it.
"I want to apologise for my behaviour," he smiled slightly, "If you'll give me a second chance." The fuzzball was about to answer, when in growing fear, they heard footsteps approaching the room.
What will happen next in the Digital World?
Will Demidevimon forgive Takeru?
Who do the footsteps belong to?
Find out next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters.
Oh, one more thing, I'll be taking requests to what digimon should be in the digiegg. Don't put down any of the dead children's digimon but you can suggest anything else when you review. Make sure you put a small description down of it, and the digivolutions up to champion form!