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 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.
For some weird and mental reason I have decided to carry on this fic. I'm hoping it'll get more review, and I kinda missed writing it.
So here it is, Chapter 12
The digidestined, and the digimon shielded their eyes against the evolving digimon. Finally the light dimmed and they stared up at the previous Angel digimon.
"They look like WereGarurumon....." gasped Takeru.
"And MetalGreymon!" finished Hikari, staring with wide eyes at her digimon.
Myotismon snarled, "Ahh, it seems that the crests of Courage and Friendship have combined with that of light and hope," he cackled hideously, "making the oh-so illustrious WereAngemon and MetalMagnamon. Interesting, the prophecies never foretold anything like this, but then why listen to prophecy!"
"What the fuck is he doing!" screamed Koushiro, to whoever was listening.
The Evil King was floating higher and higher into the air, a swarm of black bats slowly began to cover him from head to toe, through the batting wings they could here the sharp fangs piercing his flesh.
"They're devouring him," said Demidevimon in a whisper, he shut his eyes and tried desperately to stop hearing the dreadful noises.
Soon the bats were finished and a lone mask floated to the ground. Daisuke was the first to approach it.
"Wait," the winged wolf, named WereAngemon, stopped him in his tracks, "I don't trust this."
"He's been eaten," protested Daisuke, "what can he do now?"
WereAngemon shook his head, "Just stay back, Daisuke! Takeru would never forgive me if I got you hurt."
Daisuke stared back at Takeru with wide eyes. Takeru blushed furiously.
"Dude, your not serious are you?"
"Uh, well you see...." Takeru trailed off, leaving Daisuke still bewildered and perplexed.
"Strange kid," he said to himself.
The ground rocked suddenly and both digimon and digidestined found themselves sprawled across the ground. The bats, which had previously eaten Myotismon, were swarming again to form a black towering figure. Then they were shaken off, revealing Myostismon's newest form. VenomMyotismon.
"He's hideous!" cried out Hikari, clutching Koushiro's arm. The new mega grinned at her, licking his lips. One furred arm reached towards her.
"Get away from her, you creep," shouted Koushiro, pushing the girl behind him.
"Hmm, I don't think so, now step aside and I might let you live." VenomMyostismon stated to reach for Hikari again, the thought of the power that the Child of Light could give him making him giddy with relief.
"Celestial Missiles!" cried out MetalMagnamon, as a barrage of pink metal weaponry came out of her sinewy body. VenomMyotismon was knocked over, making a resounding crash as he fell.
"So you want to play hard ball, do you?" grinned VenomMyostismon, before lunging at the pink dragon and knocking her to the floor.
The digidestined had been so terribly close to them, and they had had the audacity to disappear in a blinding light. Without letting him taunt them or anything.
Piedmon was pissed off, seriously pissed off.
Idiots. The whole lot of them. His fellow Dark Masters the worst of the lot. They were stupid, childish and clumsy. It was only because he. Piedmon had made them Megas, seen some strange potential in them.
Ah, yes!
The potential to make fools of themselves. Piedmon knew his subjects were whispering amongst themselves, about how the four mightiest digimon alive were beaten by a lowly ultimate. It didn't bode well with him. Not well at all.
Puppetmon, Machinedramon and MetalSeadramon were bringing him down. Their thoughtless ways could lose him the Digiworld, and anger their hidden master. The one who haunted him in his sleep. The one whose cruel fingers seemed to squeeze the life out of him, before he woke up, screaming.
The foolish others never had to deal with Apocalypsemon Piedmon frowned at that. It wasn't fair, not fair at all. Then an idea slowly formed in his twisted mind. One which would show the others just how seriously they had to take Apocalypsemon. He was going to send them to him.
He was going to kill them, slowly and with a lot of blood at the end of it all.
The two teens watched the blazing castle with solemn eyes.
"This is it," whispered Jun, her brown eyes moist with tears. "Our entire future is about to be decided, and we can't do fuck all about it," she covered her face as the tear started streaming down. Osamu put a stiff arm around the girl.
"It's not that bad, you'll see your brother again and the others. Hell, I'll even be nice to Koushiro. Just please cheer up," he sighed as Jun sobbed harder.
"Great, he muttered to himself, "I'm a genius but I can't even stop a hormone driving girl from crying."
"Course you can't," came a muffled voice, "you're no good at it."
The two teens were more or less babysitting the weaker rebellion members. It was a job which someone had to do, as the more adventurous digimon tried to join the fighting. It was however, boring and made them feel somewhat worthless and worried.
"Jun, it'll be alright," said Osamu, hugging her to his body, "trust me!"
The light finally died down, and Sora was the first to get up. First impressions were that she and the others were in a desolate white world. Sora felt the ground beneath her, just to check there was one. There was, but she still felt nervous.
Her digimon yawned loudly, stretching out her pink wings.
"Is this the Fountain of Kindness, Sora?" asked Biyomon, looking at the same empty surroundings. With no trace of the fore mentioned Fountain.
Sora shrugged, "I don't know Biyomon, but let's wake the others up. This place is giving me the creeps!"
The two eventually woke up the others, using a mixture of gentle words and shaking, and brute force. It seemed that Miyako and Armadillomon could have slept through an earthquake with the way Biyomon had shouted at them.
Ken was the first to start walking, clutching his crest to his heart. The crest started glowing a soft magenta colour, and the previous white did the same.
"It's so pretty!" gushed Miyako, she stood up, and ran to Ken, "are you doing this or is it doing it on it's own?" she said loudly, and in his face.
Ken shrugged, "I wouldn't know. It feels like it's the Fountain, but I know that this isn't it. The Fountain looked like a fountain, not a......."
"Wasteland?" said Poyamon quietly.
"Yeah, a wasteland." He face the others his violet eyes shining, "guys, something's terribly wrong here.
Will MetalMagnamon and WereAngemon defeat VenomMyotismon?
What evil scheme will Piedmon cook up?
What has happened to the Fountain?
Find out next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters.
Authors notes: This is a "what if" fiction. It's basically about what may have happened if Myotismon had won, with only three 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.
For some weird and mental reason I have decided to carry on this fic. I'm hoping it'll get more review, and I kinda missed writing it.
So here it is, Chapter 12
The digidestined, and the digimon shielded their eyes against the evolving digimon. Finally the light dimmed and they stared up at the previous Angel digimon.
"They look like WereGarurumon....." gasped Takeru.
"And MetalGreymon!" finished Hikari, staring with wide eyes at her digimon.
Myotismon snarled, "Ahh, it seems that the crests of Courage and Friendship have combined with that of light and hope," he cackled hideously, "making the oh-so illustrious WereAngemon and MetalMagnamon. Interesting, the prophecies never foretold anything like this, but then why listen to prophecy!"
"What the fuck is he doing!" screamed Koushiro, to whoever was listening.
The Evil King was floating higher and higher into the air, a swarm of black bats slowly began to cover him from head to toe, through the batting wings they could here the sharp fangs piercing his flesh.
"They're devouring him," said Demidevimon in a whisper, he shut his eyes and tried desperately to stop hearing the dreadful noises.
Soon the bats were finished and a lone mask floated to the ground. Daisuke was the first to approach it.
"Wait," the winged wolf, named WereAngemon, stopped him in his tracks, "I don't trust this."
"He's been eaten," protested Daisuke, "what can he do now?"
WereAngemon shook his head, "Just stay back, Daisuke! Takeru would never forgive me if I got you hurt."
Daisuke stared back at Takeru with wide eyes. Takeru blushed furiously.
"Dude, your not serious are you?"
"Uh, well you see...." Takeru trailed off, leaving Daisuke still bewildered and perplexed.
"Strange kid," he said to himself.
The ground rocked suddenly and both digimon and digidestined found themselves sprawled across the ground. The bats, which had previously eaten Myotismon, were swarming again to form a black towering figure. Then they were shaken off, revealing Myostismon's newest form. VenomMyotismon.
"He's hideous!" cried out Hikari, clutching Koushiro's arm. The new mega grinned at her, licking his lips. One furred arm reached towards her.
"Get away from her, you creep," shouted Koushiro, pushing the girl behind him.
"Hmm, I don't think so, now step aside and I might let you live." VenomMyostismon stated to reach for Hikari again, the thought of the power that the Child of Light could give him making him giddy with relief.
"Celestial Missiles!" cried out MetalMagnamon, as a barrage of pink metal weaponry came out of her sinewy body. VenomMyotismon was knocked over, making a resounding crash as he fell.
"So you want to play hard ball, do you?" grinned VenomMyostismon, before lunging at the pink dragon and knocking her to the floor.
The digidestined had been so terribly close to them, and they had had the audacity to disappear in a blinding light. Without letting him taunt them or anything.
Piedmon was pissed off, seriously pissed off.
Idiots. The whole lot of them. His fellow Dark Masters the worst of the lot. They were stupid, childish and clumsy. It was only because he. Piedmon had made them Megas, seen some strange potential in them.
Ah, yes!
The potential to make fools of themselves. Piedmon knew his subjects were whispering amongst themselves, about how the four mightiest digimon alive were beaten by a lowly ultimate. It didn't bode well with him. Not well at all.
Puppetmon, Machinedramon and MetalSeadramon were bringing him down. Their thoughtless ways could lose him the Digiworld, and anger their hidden master. The one who haunted him in his sleep. The one whose cruel fingers seemed to squeeze the life out of him, before he woke up, screaming.
The foolish others never had to deal with Apocalypsemon Piedmon frowned at that. It wasn't fair, not fair at all. Then an idea slowly formed in his twisted mind. One which would show the others just how seriously they had to take Apocalypsemon. He was going to send them to him.
He was going to kill them, slowly and with a lot of blood at the end of it all.
The two teens watched the blazing castle with solemn eyes.
"This is it," whispered Jun, her brown eyes moist with tears. "Our entire future is about to be decided, and we can't do fuck all about it," she covered her face as the tear started streaming down. Osamu put a stiff arm around the girl.
"It's not that bad, you'll see your brother again and the others. Hell, I'll even be nice to Koushiro. Just please cheer up," he sighed as Jun sobbed harder.
"Great, he muttered to himself, "I'm a genius but I can't even stop a hormone driving girl from crying."
"Course you can't," came a muffled voice, "you're no good at it."
The two teens were more or less babysitting the weaker rebellion members. It was a job which someone had to do, as the more adventurous digimon tried to join the fighting. It was however, boring and made them feel somewhat worthless and worried.
"Jun, it'll be alright," said Osamu, hugging her to his body, "trust me!"
The light finally died down, and Sora was the first to get up. First impressions were that she and the others were in a desolate white world. Sora felt the ground beneath her, just to check there was one. There was, but she still felt nervous.
Her digimon yawned loudly, stretching out her pink wings.
"Is this the Fountain of Kindness, Sora?" asked Biyomon, looking at the same empty surroundings. With no trace of the fore mentioned Fountain.
Sora shrugged, "I don't know Biyomon, but let's wake the others up. This place is giving me the creeps!"
The two eventually woke up the others, using a mixture of gentle words and shaking, and brute force. It seemed that Miyako and Armadillomon could have slept through an earthquake with the way Biyomon had shouted at them.
Ken was the first to start walking, clutching his crest to his heart. The crest started glowing a soft magenta colour, and the previous white did the same.
"It's so pretty!" gushed Miyako, she stood up, and ran to Ken, "are you doing this or is it doing it on it's own?" she said loudly, and in his face.
Ken shrugged, "I wouldn't know. It feels like it's the Fountain, but I know that this isn't it. The Fountain looked like a fountain, not a......."
"Wasteland?" said Poyamon quietly.
"Yeah, a wasteland." He face the others his violet eyes shining, "guys, something's terribly wrong here.
Will MetalMagnamon and WereAngemon defeat VenomMyotismon?
What evil scheme will Piedmon cook up?
What has happened to the Fountain?
Find out next time on Digimon: Digital Monsters.