One chapter to go! Then a sequel I'm planning. Hope you like this.
Disclaimer: pick your favorite disclaimer, and put it here. Otherwise, I'll put the standard here (I don't own Digimon)
Dee opened her eyes and looked around. She was standing in a plaine of swirling grey mist. Everything, in fact, was grey. Her pain was gone.
'Digidestined, you have found your way to the realm of dreams and shaddows.'
Dee jumped slightly at the voice that spoke. She couldn't see where it had come from. The voice continued.
'Choose your form, Digidestined. Choose and fight your enemy.'
"How?!" Dee cried.
'Think of what you wish to be, child.' the voice sounded kinder.'Be it warrior, or other, take on that form, and you will be able to fight your enemy.'
Dee closed her eyes, and thought carefully. What came to her mind was black pants, not loose enough to get in the way, but tight enough to allow total movement. A matching t-shirt. Silver armor to protect her arms, and steel-toed hiking boots. She grinned to herself, knowing darned-well what she was going to do with them. She added a broadsword; after all, if she was going to be the only one who would be able to even touch ShadowMyotismon (though the thought made her shudder), she was going to need a weapon, no? Last, but certainly not least, her old, faithful goggles adorned her hair, which was pulled high in a ponytil, and braided tightly.
When Dee looked down at herself, everything was just as she had tought it would be.
"Thank you." she said.
'You are welcome, child. In this realm, you will be able to use any power you wish. Go now, child. Your friends need you now.'
Dee nodded, then took off running towards where she knew they would be. In fact, she could already hear what was going on.
"Call off your digimon, or I'll kill this one!" ShadowMyotismon threatened.
This made Dee see red. She wasn't going to let ShadowMyotismon hurt any of the digimon. She was going to get her to use her new boots sooner than she expected...
"NO! Stingmon!" Ken yelled, anguished. They all heard the running off someone's feet, then...
Being a soccer player had its advantages, Dee decided, as her foot collided with ShadowMyotismon. Feeling in a completely wicked, evil, and vengeful mood, she had kicked him with those steel-toed hiking boots where no man (or mon) ever wanted to be kicked. ShadowMyotismon let out a scream of pure and utter soul tearing, blood freezing, bone chilling agony, as a jolt of pain so intense ripped through him, and made him keel over.
Everyone stared at her, mouths agape. She looked quite the warrior. Though, it was the fact that she was on greyscale, like ShadowMyotismon, that she had been able to actually hurt the evil digimon, and the fact that her body was still laying on the ground, just a few feet away, that really made them stare. Greyscale Dee turned her back to them, protecting them, and faced the fallen evil digimon. It seemed that digimon were more resiliant than humans, and ShadowMyotismon was already getting to his feet, glaring at her with more hatred and evilness in his eyes than she thought was possible.
"Sooooooooo, you've invaded my realm, have you?" he hissed through clenched teeth.
"That's right." Greyscale Dee nodded.
"Well, that won't help you!" ShadowMyotismon growled, standing. Apparently, digimon were a tad more resiliant than humans were. Greyscale Dee wasn't the least bit fazed. Sure, this was a set back, but she could handle it. She had a plan.
*Sorry, Ken.* she thought.
"Come on!" she shouted at ShadowMyotismon."Come and get me, before I pull your fangs out!"
ShadowMyotismon stared incredulously at her.
"Yeah, that's right!" Dee yelled."You heard me! Come and get me!"
Ken was in shock. This Dee was actually goading ShadowMyotismon on??! Something must be wrong with her...
ShadowMyotismon bellowed angrily. Who was this PEST to threaten, to egg him on?! He charged forwards to attack. This is what Greyscale Dee had been waiting for.
*Behind!* she thought fiercely. She fazed out, and appeared behind him. She pulled out her sword, and plunged it through his back. He let out a mortal shriek, and turned, yanking the sword from her hand as it was still stuck in his back.
The Digidestined were shocked at what Greyscale Dee had done. They hadn't expected her to do THAT...
As ShadowMyotismon charged at her again, Greyscale Dee was ready for him. She grabbed his hands, planted her feet squarely, and stopped him in his tracks. She smacked him across the face with her long, heavy braid, then kicked his feet out from beneath him, and flipped him. The impact of his body hitting the floor kocked her sword loose. It clattered to the floor. Greyscale Dee dove for it, and grabbed it. ShadowMyotismon slowly got up. By this time, he was slowly, and litterally, going to pieces, as his body was beggining to be reconfigured. He smirked at her.
"So, pest, you can fight back, can you?"
Greyscale Dee nodded, watching him carefully. Something told her that he was up to something.
"Let's see you get out of this!" ShadowMyotismon yelled."Shadow Mist!"
Greyscale Dee covered her eyes protectingly with her hands. The mist was blinding her. She couldn't tell where the enemy was.
"Shadow Realm Scythe!"
Greyscale Dee shrieked as her shoulder was lanced through by the tip of the scythe. A burning sensation ran through her arm, like she had acid running through her veins instead of blood.
With the last of his failing powers, he picked up Greyscale Dee, and hurled her at the wall above her body, before he was completely reconfigured.
Greyscale Dee hit the wall with a loud smack, then fell back down into her body. Dee's eyes flew open with shock. Ken crawled over to her.
"Dee?" he asked. He helped her to sit, then stand. She was shaking like a leaf. He handed her the antidote."Here, drink this." he said unhappily.
Dee took the vial with her good hand, and shakily held it to her lips. She'd barely swallowed one sip before the vial slipped from her hand, and shattered on the ground. The rest of the antidote puddle around her feet. Dee took a few steps away from Ken, where she collapsed onto her side from pain and blood loss.
Disclaimer: pick your favorite disclaimer, and put it here. Otherwise, I'll put the standard here (I don't own Digimon)
Dee opened her eyes and looked around. She was standing in a plaine of swirling grey mist. Everything, in fact, was grey. Her pain was gone.
'Digidestined, you have found your way to the realm of dreams and shaddows.'
Dee jumped slightly at the voice that spoke. She couldn't see where it had come from. The voice continued.
'Choose your form, Digidestined. Choose and fight your enemy.'
"How?!" Dee cried.
'Think of what you wish to be, child.' the voice sounded kinder.'Be it warrior, or other, take on that form, and you will be able to fight your enemy.'
Dee closed her eyes, and thought carefully. What came to her mind was black pants, not loose enough to get in the way, but tight enough to allow total movement. A matching t-shirt. Silver armor to protect her arms, and steel-toed hiking boots. She grinned to herself, knowing darned-well what she was going to do with them. She added a broadsword; after all, if she was going to be the only one who would be able to even touch ShadowMyotismon (though the thought made her shudder), she was going to need a weapon, no? Last, but certainly not least, her old, faithful goggles adorned her hair, which was pulled high in a ponytil, and braided tightly.
When Dee looked down at herself, everything was just as she had tought it would be.
"Thank you." she said.
'You are welcome, child. In this realm, you will be able to use any power you wish. Go now, child. Your friends need you now.'
Dee nodded, then took off running towards where she knew they would be. In fact, she could already hear what was going on.
"Call off your digimon, or I'll kill this one!" ShadowMyotismon threatened.
This made Dee see red. She wasn't going to let ShadowMyotismon hurt any of the digimon. She was going to get her to use her new boots sooner than she expected...
"NO! Stingmon!" Ken yelled, anguished. They all heard the running off someone's feet, then...
Being a soccer player had its advantages, Dee decided, as her foot collided with ShadowMyotismon. Feeling in a completely wicked, evil, and vengeful mood, she had kicked him with those steel-toed hiking boots where no man (or mon) ever wanted to be kicked. ShadowMyotismon let out a scream of pure and utter soul tearing, blood freezing, bone chilling agony, as a jolt of pain so intense ripped through him, and made him keel over.
Everyone stared at her, mouths agape. She looked quite the warrior. Though, it was the fact that she was on greyscale, like ShadowMyotismon, that she had been able to actually hurt the evil digimon, and the fact that her body was still laying on the ground, just a few feet away, that really made them stare. Greyscale Dee turned her back to them, protecting them, and faced the fallen evil digimon. It seemed that digimon were more resiliant than humans, and ShadowMyotismon was already getting to his feet, glaring at her with more hatred and evilness in his eyes than she thought was possible.
"Sooooooooo, you've invaded my realm, have you?" he hissed through clenched teeth.
"That's right." Greyscale Dee nodded.
"Well, that won't help you!" ShadowMyotismon growled, standing. Apparently, digimon were a tad more resiliant than humans were. Greyscale Dee wasn't the least bit fazed. Sure, this was a set back, but she could handle it. She had a plan.
*Sorry, Ken.* she thought.
"Come on!" she shouted at ShadowMyotismon."Come and get me, before I pull your fangs out!"
ShadowMyotismon stared incredulously at her.
"Yeah, that's right!" Dee yelled."You heard me! Come and get me!"
Ken was in shock. This Dee was actually goading ShadowMyotismon on??! Something must be wrong with her...
ShadowMyotismon bellowed angrily. Who was this PEST to threaten, to egg him on?! He charged forwards to attack. This is what Greyscale Dee had been waiting for.
*Behind!* she thought fiercely. She fazed out, and appeared behind him. She pulled out her sword, and plunged it through his back. He let out a mortal shriek, and turned, yanking the sword from her hand as it was still stuck in his back.
The Digidestined were shocked at what Greyscale Dee had done. They hadn't expected her to do THAT...
As ShadowMyotismon charged at her again, Greyscale Dee was ready for him. She grabbed his hands, planted her feet squarely, and stopped him in his tracks. She smacked him across the face with her long, heavy braid, then kicked his feet out from beneath him, and flipped him. The impact of his body hitting the floor kocked her sword loose. It clattered to the floor. Greyscale Dee dove for it, and grabbed it. ShadowMyotismon slowly got up. By this time, he was slowly, and litterally, going to pieces, as his body was beggining to be reconfigured. He smirked at her.
"So, pest, you can fight back, can you?"
Greyscale Dee nodded, watching him carefully. Something told her that he was up to something.
"Let's see you get out of this!" ShadowMyotismon yelled."Shadow Mist!"
Greyscale Dee covered her eyes protectingly with her hands. The mist was blinding her. She couldn't tell where the enemy was.
"Shadow Realm Scythe!"
Greyscale Dee shrieked as her shoulder was lanced through by the tip of the scythe. A burning sensation ran through her arm, like she had acid running through her veins instead of blood.
With the last of his failing powers, he picked up Greyscale Dee, and hurled her at the wall above her body, before he was completely reconfigured.
Greyscale Dee hit the wall with a loud smack, then fell back down into her body. Dee's eyes flew open with shock. Ken crawled over to her.
"Dee?" he asked. He helped her to sit, then stand. She was shaking like a leaf. He handed her the antidote."Here, drink this." he said unhappily.
Dee took the vial with her good hand, and shakily held it to her lips. She'd barely swallowed one sip before the vial slipped from her hand, and shattered on the ground. The rest of the antidote puddle around her feet. Dee took a few steps away from Ken, where she collapsed onto her side from pain and blood loss.