All righty, even though is seems that I might just be writing this for my
own amusement now I'm going to keep going if for no other reason then to
get it out of my head.
A review or two would be nice though, how else am I going to know how to get better, or if I'm still doing a decent job? I say still because from the ten reviews I've gotten I know I was at lest doing something right, I'll be it maybe only the first two chapters... people seems to like them, well so do I for that matter. The first has got to be some of my best work.
-Flameraven
Would I be asking to see the subbed or dubbed versions of 01 and 02 in my bio if I owned digimon? I don't think so!
Chapter 11
Yolie lessened to the story that Ken and Willis were spinning with grate interest. They seemed to gloss over their partes as well as that of Michael. Travis and Sara seemed to be paramount and she could hear a distinct note of hero worship and nostalgia.
She knew both of that came from the fact that most of the pain in both of there lives hadn't happened yet. Sam had still been alive and Sara was like a mother to Ken, and Willis now had friends to play with, the best thing in the world for a kid from the Mid-west who was all alone in the world except from his parents.
Michael was still a question though. She was long over her crush for him, but he was still a mystery. A puzzle that she itched to solve. What daemons did he have to face, what pain did he suffer?
She knew he had to have some pain, this whole group of destined had all felt pain, horrible pain. Ken had it forced upon him, Willis seemed to attract it.
As had Sara.
Travis had been their braker. He had kept them alive and safe. He took the responsibility not out of want, like Matt had tried according to the stories she had been told, but out of age and the simple fact that it had to be done.
But he had done too much. All of their pain, every one of their fears he had taken upon himself for them. They couldn't even tell, but as they wove their story together she could see the young boy that Travis Lock had once been, turn into a cold shell of a man.
She couldn't help but feel for him. He had done so much and in the end he lost himself because of it. Sara had been his sounding bord it seemed. She had been who he would let himself talk to when it all got be too much. She had soothed him, and then brought him more pain.
It seems that she was the holder of Fate.
Fate. That had caught her off guard, if Willis held destiny then what need did they have for fate? Weren't they one and the same? She had asked that same question and the answer that Ken had given her was deep, very deep.
"Not all things have a destiny, Yolie. We do, we where chosen to do this. Why I don't know but we were. And in the choosing we had to make a choice. Do we do it? do we fight? Or do we run? And if we fight on what side do we fight for? Destiny is never an absolute. Fate on the other hand, everything has a fate."
Her eyes had gone wide at that. You can walk away from destiny but not fate? But what is there that you can't NOT do? And then it hit her. "Death."
Ken nodded his head. "Yes death. That is what she represents. The end of one cycle."
Yolie couldn't quite put her mind around that one. How could someone represent death? How could that be part of someone's soul? And isn't it a bit ironic that it would be in the body of a women, the thing that can give new life?
And then with the power of a bullet train she understood. Her eyes were huge and her mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to organize her thoughts. She was the end of once cycle and could start a new one.
Death and Rebirth.
It was so simple. But something, didn't quite fit. Something from the stories that Tai's group had told them. Something about deletion, but it just wouldn't come to her.
But had Sara truly been death and rebirth as such she would have been. "She was unstoppable wasn't she?" Ken and Willis blinked a bit at that one, they hadn't expected her to figure it out that fast. Surprisingly it was Cody who answered her.
"Travis could have stopped her, he is Faith." At their blank looks he smiled a bit and then he recited a few passages that had mente a lot to his mother after his father had passed away. "I am the will and the way. All who believeth in me shall not parish but have life ever lasting."
Ken and Willis caught on but Davis and Yolie still seemed a bit confused so he try a different one, a more blatant one. "though I walk thought the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil. For the lord is with me, always. Even unto the ends of the earth." It was paraphrased, he knew but it got its point across.
Travis represented a way out the cycle of death and rebirth and death again. He offered hope that the light of heaven would be a home after you leave this mortal coil. Life eternal with no 2nd death awaiting. But with out him to balance Sara out. "TK and Kari could have held her if we didn't have Travis right?" Yolie asked, almost afraid of the answer.
Ken grimmest a bit at that one, "IF she is was his counter then we have to believe that WE have counters as well."
Now that was a sobering thought. After a moment of pained silence Davis asked them to get back one with the story. It wasn't nearly as engrossing now though, but at the end something did catch the lavender headed girl's attention.
"What a minuet, it killed her right in front of him and then he ordered FallenAngemon to kill it right?" she asked positive she must have heard wrong. Willis turned his head away, unwilling to make eye contact, but not Ken.
He started her right in the eye and repeated the last part of the story. "No, Yolie. He killed it with his own two hands and that shield of his. He ripped it apart crying the whole time." Then he too lost eye contact. "And then, like a switch got hit, he just stopped. The body of Apocalimon dispersed into data like Sara's had, and Travis just got up.
"He wasn't crying anymore, but it wasn't him either. The light in his eyes was gone. He was courteous to us but he no longer had affection in his voice." Ken broke off in a slight sob and Willis brought his head up to look at the three other destined around him and said his peace.
"We were orphaned in a very real sense that day. Sara was killed right in front of us and Travis was no longer capable of taking care of us. You see he blamed himself.
"According to prophesy HE was supposed to die at our final battle, not her. He had been dodging blasts getting hits in with that damned shield of his and had even managed to deflect a hit or two. And then she got in the way of one he was a split secant too late in evading.
"And so he killed it. Killed it with a mindless berserker fury. And it was either the act of killing something or the guilt of knowing that you lived when you were supposed to die, but he changed because of it."
And then in an eerie stereo they both whispered the same words. "And a part of me. A large part of me, wishes that I had been the one to do it."
the gasps at those words and the sudden silence was broken by the voice of Serpentmon.
*******
He sometimes hated being a digimon. His hearing was much better then that of a human. Every word hit him as he remembered that day. Apocalimon had been weakened greatly yes, but still Travis had been the one to kill it.
No one should ever have to go through that at the age of eight. But he didn't need to hear that last part. He had already told the angels the truth about their guilt from when THEY had been eight and killed someone. They didn't understand truly what it was like, but they were the only ones that might be able to help his partner get past the blocks he had setup within himself.
But now he had a few things to work out, and he wasn't going to be nearly as diplomatic as his partner had been. This came of course with a small ironic smile as he remembered Travis' little temper tantrum from early. These people were already doing some good for his partner.
He smelled the air that a distinctly reptilian way, and he tasted blood. Looking around for its source he spotted Joe rapped up in bandages, he had obviously come out the bad side of an argument. And seeing that Michel was nowhere in sight the data type digimon could hazard a far guess at who that argument had been with, and with a quick glance at Mimi, what it had been over.
He cursed the female half of humans right then and there. Had it not been for them non of this would have happened. Travis wouldn't have been hurt, *he* wouldn't have been hurt. Tai wouldn't have walked, and Michael would be here right now. The way the sexes acted around each other it was amazing to him that their species even survived!
But thinking of that only opened old wounds that have never fully healed, and that he doubted ever would, and he had something far more pressing to do.
"Judging from your looks I take it Michael is no longer with us?" He didn't even wait for their affirmative before switching his attention over the Ken and Willis. "Do not think like that, let it go. Your pain and your anger and your blood lust about this was the avenue that evil used to harm you both. It used your emotions, long repressed but there non the less to use you in attempts to destroy your worlds."
He sighed then, "Tai is gone, Michael is gone and Travis and Patamon have been taken. We are effectively down four fighters one of which is a Mega. I don't need to worry about loosing one of you too, this war hasn't even started yet."
And then he looked at the one he deemed the leader in Tai and Travis' absences and asked a rather simple question. "So what are we going to do about it?"
A review or two would be nice though, how else am I going to know how to get better, or if I'm still doing a decent job? I say still because from the ten reviews I've gotten I know I was at lest doing something right, I'll be it maybe only the first two chapters... people seems to like them, well so do I for that matter. The first has got to be some of my best work.
-Flameraven
Would I be asking to see the subbed or dubbed versions of 01 and 02 in my bio if I owned digimon? I don't think so!
Chapter 11
Yolie lessened to the story that Ken and Willis were spinning with grate interest. They seemed to gloss over their partes as well as that of Michael. Travis and Sara seemed to be paramount and she could hear a distinct note of hero worship and nostalgia.
She knew both of that came from the fact that most of the pain in both of there lives hadn't happened yet. Sam had still been alive and Sara was like a mother to Ken, and Willis now had friends to play with, the best thing in the world for a kid from the Mid-west who was all alone in the world except from his parents.
Michael was still a question though. She was long over her crush for him, but he was still a mystery. A puzzle that she itched to solve. What daemons did he have to face, what pain did he suffer?
She knew he had to have some pain, this whole group of destined had all felt pain, horrible pain. Ken had it forced upon him, Willis seemed to attract it.
As had Sara.
Travis had been their braker. He had kept them alive and safe. He took the responsibility not out of want, like Matt had tried according to the stories she had been told, but out of age and the simple fact that it had to be done.
But he had done too much. All of their pain, every one of their fears he had taken upon himself for them. They couldn't even tell, but as they wove their story together she could see the young boy that Travis Lock had once been, turn into a cold shell of a man.
She couldn't help but feel for him. He had done so much and in the end he lost himself because of it. Sara had been his sounding bord it seemed. She had been who he would let himself talk to when it all got be too much. She had soothed him, and then brought him more pain.
It seems that she was the holder of Fate.
Fate. That had caught her off guard, if Willis held destiny then what need did they have for fate? Weren't they one and the same? She had asked that same question and the answer that Ken had given her was deep, very deep.
"Not all things have a destiny, Yolie. We do, we where chosen to do this. Why I don't know but we were. And in the choosing we had to make a choice. Do we do it? do we fight? Or do we run? And if we fight on what side do we fight for? Destiny is never an absolute. Fate on the other hand, everything has a fate."
Her eyes had gone wide at that. You can walk away from destiny but not fate? But what is there that you can't NOT do? And then it hit her. "Death."
Ken nodded his head. "Yes death. That is what she represents. The end of one cycle."
Yolie couldn't quite put her mind around that one. How could someone represent death? How could that be part of someone's soul? And isn't it a bit ironic that it would be in the body of a women, the thing that can give new life?
And then with the power of a bullet train she understood. Her eyes were huge and her mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to organize her thoughts. She was the end of once cycle and could start a new one.
Death and Rebirth.
It was so simple. But something, didn't quite fit. Something from the stories that Tai's group had told them. Something about deletion, but it just wouldn't come to her.
But had Sara truly been death and rebirth as such she would have been. "She was unstoppable wasn't she?" Ken and Willis blinked a bit at that one, they hadn't expected her to figure it out that fast. Surprisingly it was Cody who answered her.
"Travis could have stopped her, he is Faith." At their blank looks he smiled a bit and then he recited a few passages that had mente a lot to his mother after his father had passed away. "I am the will and the way. All who believeth in me shall not parish but have life ever lasting."
Ken and Willis caught on but Davis and Yolie still seemed a bit confused so he try a different one, a more blatant one. "though I walk thought the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil. For the lord is with me, always. Even unto the ends of the earth." It was paraphrased, he knew but it got its point across.
Travis represented a way out the cycle of death and rebirth and death again. He offered hope that the light of heaven would be a home after you leave this mortal coil. Life eternal with no 2nd death awaiting. But with out him to balance Sara out. "TK and Kari could have held her if we didn't have Travis right?" Yolie asked, almost afraid of the answer.
Ken grimmest a bit at that one, "IF she is was his counter then we have to believe that WE have counters as well."
Now that was a sobering thought. After a moment of pained silence Davis asked them to get back one with the story. It wasn't nearly as engrossing now though, but at the end something did catch the lavender headed girl's attention.
"What a minuet, it killed her right in front of him and then he ordered FallenAngemon to kill it right?" she asked positive she must have heard wrong. Willis turned his head away, unwilling to make eye contact, but not Ken.
He started her right in the eye and repeated the last part of the story. "No, Yolie. He killed it with his own two hands and that shield of his. He ripped it apart crying the whole time." Then he too lost eye contact. "And then, like a switch got hit, he just stopped. The body of Apocalimon dispersed into data like Sara's had, and Travis just got up.
"He wasn't crying anymore, but it wasn't him either. The light in his eyes was gone. He was courteous to us but he no longer had affection in his voice." Ken broke off in a slight sob and Willis brought his head up to look at the three other destined around him and said his peace.
"We were orphaned in a very real sense that day. Sara was killed right in front of us and Travis was no longer capable of taking care of us. You see he blamed himself.
"According to prophesy HE was supposed to die at our final battle, not her. He had been dodging blasts getting hits in with that damned shield of his and had even managed to deflect a hit or two. And then she got in the way of one he was a split secant too late in evading.
"And so he killed it. Killed it with a mindless berserker fury. And it was either the act of killing something or the guilt of knowing that you lived when you were supposed to die, but he changed because of it."
And then in an eerie stereo they both whispered the same words. "And a part of me. A large part of me, wishes that I had been the one to do it."
the gasps at those words and the sudden silence was broken by the voice of Serpentmon.
*******
He sometimes hated being a digimon. His hearing was much better then that of a human. Every word hit him as he remembered that day. Apocalimon had been weakened greatly yes, but still Travis had been the one to kill it.
No one should ever have to go through that at the age of eight. But he didn't need to hear that last part. He had already told the angels the truth about their guilt from when THEY had been eight and killed someone. They didn't understand truly what it was like, but they were the only ones that might be able to help his partner get past the blocks he had setup within himself.
But now he had a few things to work out, and he wasn't going to be nearly as diplomatic as his partner had been. This came of course with a small ironic smile as he remembered Travis' little temper tantrum from early. These people were already doing some good for his partner.
He smelled the air that a distinctly reptilian way, and he tasted blood. Looking around for its source he spotted Joe rapped up in bandages, he had obviously come out the bad side of an argument. And seeing that Michel was nowhere in sight the data type digimon could hazard a far guess at who that argument had been with, and with a quick glance at Mimi, what it had been over.
He cursed the female half of humans right then and there. Had it not been for them non of this would have happened. Travis wouldn't have been hurt, *he* wouldn't have been hurt. Tai wouldn't have walked, and Michael would be here right now. The way the sexes acted around each other it was amazing to him that their species even survived!
But thinking of that only opened old wounds that have never fully healed, and that he doubted ever would, and he had something far more pressing to do.
"Judging from your looks I take it Michael is no longer with us?" He didn't even wait for their affirmative before switching his attention over the Ken and Willis. "Do not think like that, let it go. Your pain and your anger and your blood lust about this was the avenue that evil used to harm you both. It used your emotions, long repressed but there non the less to use you in attempts to destroy your worlds."
He sighed then, "Tai is gone, Michael is gone and Travis and Patamon have been taken. We are effectively down four fighters one of which is a Mega. I don't need to worry about loosing one of you too, this war hasn't even started yet."
And then he looked at the one he deemed the leader in Tai and Travis' absences and asked a rather simple question. "So what are we going to do about it?"