The Call: Chapter 2

A/N: Please review.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon.

heath 999: *wrapped in bandages* ...

Ken: Since heath is healing from a riding accident from Saturday, us muses are taking over this part.

Sam: What happened?

Ken: Well, she was riding a green horse, and he hit a barrel, spun sideways spooking over that, she hit the wall, and then he spun again, spooking over that, and she fell off. She has a few bruised ribs, a bruised hip, and a badly bruised tailbone, meaning that she's in a lot of pain if she sits a long time.

Digimon Emperor: *insane gleam in his eyes that he always gets when there's even a hint of suffering...* Pain....

Ken: She also says that she has writers block, so don't be mad if this chapter sucks.

Sam: I loved the last chapter.

Ken: Yeah, well, I hated it, if she wasn't already injured, I would do something to her for making me suffer.

Sam: You'll get your chance.

Ken: She also says that Young Ken is in this story, Another World, so if he wants to visit Aunt Heath *shudders* he can come anytime he wants to.

Sam: Please review everyone.

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~Ken's POV~

The burning sensation as I feel the jealousy rise up, my parents not giving me the time of day because they're too busy paying attention to Sam...

Sam roughly smacking the digivice out of my hand angered beyond belief that I touched something that is his.

The moments I cherish blowing bubbles with him, the only thing that I was better at than he was.

The memories conflict with each other, one bringing happiness, and the other bringing sorrow and regret.

The genius that my parents considered my brother wasn't that in my opinion...

I considered him my one and only friend...

one that I wish would die so I could have some attention.

"I WISH THAT SAM WOULD JUST DISAPPEAR!!!!"

The words echo in my head, memories of painful things that should have never happened...

and painful words that should have never been said.

I will never forget that day...

the awful squealing of brakes...

the painful cry that comes from my brother as the sound of the impact comes to my ears...

me screaming, a hollow wail, one that can heard for blocks, my eyes glued to the site of the body of my lifeless brother lying there right before my eyes...

my parents sobbing, weeping that the only thing that brought them such joy in their lives is gone...

"I know that Sam is gone, but I'm still here..." I whisper a hauntingly sad reminder to my parents, blaming myself for a death that should've been me.

The funeral...

a sea of mourners, all bowing in respect for Sam, except one sneer that towers over everyone else...

I start to sweat in fear as he makes eye contact with me, as if sensing the evil radiating from him...

or maybe I sensed on what he going to do with me later...

the e-mail, promising things that never happened, only making my life more terrible in ways that I never imagined when that reality finally caught up to me...

me cackling insanely as I dip my digivice into the tar waters, changing my life forever in ways that I will never forget...

I close my eyes, fighting off the pain from the dark spore as it burns, absorbing the darkness, and fighting for control.

I feel the tears streaming down my face as the memories flood me, the sadness of the memories of Sam overwhelming me.

Sam was always better than I was.

Why did he have to be the one who died?

If I died, my parents would be happy to still have their genius, they really only cared about me when I was being their perfect child.

"You can make them happy again, you know." A voice hisses in my ear, sending a chill down my spine.

I look up, lying on the ground from the waves of pain from the spore, and the memories that haunt me to see one of my many demons of the past:

The Digimon Emperor.

I slowly push myself up, glaring at my former self as I struggle to my feet.

He shakes his head in disgust, his eyes, even though covered with the glasses flashing disapproval and disgust. "You know, it's a miracle that you even won at the end, you're as weak as your pathetic partner." He says with disdain.

I glare daggers at him "I was always better than you, and always will be."

He snorts and rolls his eyes. "Your parents don't think so."

That comment hits me like a slap on the face, as I straighten completely and glare at him: "you leave my parents out of this." I hiss, sounding dangerously like the person that I'm confronting for a second.

"See you even sound like me." He mocks, happily pointing out one of my biggest flaws. "Admit it, your parents would be happier to have me back than you. They want me back, they need me back, the fame and fortune that I carry with me doesn't come you, my pathetic side. Do you want to make your parents happy?"

I hesitate, his words sinking in, and ever since I stopped being the monster that I was over a year ago, I am torn.

My parents want their genius back, and I want them to be happy. The pain of losing Sam and the dark spore will leave me again.

But...

but what about Wormmon, that promise that I made to always be kind and gentle after I stopped being the Digimon Emperor.

Does that mean anything anymore?

I fell the darkness stirring, the call of the dark ocean getting more and more powerful...

Wormmon hasn't been with me for a year now; he doesn't live with me, who cares about what he thinks.

I live with my parents; I want to make them happy.

I reach up and with one finger; gently touch the spot where my dad hit me, what seems like years ago was less than a day.

The mark of an unhappy father, the mark of pain for his son who is trying his best but isn't enough.

Sam's warning doesn't matter anymore; he doesn't live with my parents...

the memories that have caused so much pain can be gone, and I can once again be the perfect son that my family wants me to be...

I feel happiness as I start to find the right answer, one that will solve all my problems...

the darkness is swirling now, and I feel the gentle lapping of the waves of the Dark Ocean on my feet...

the warmth of the dark spore greets me, like greeting an old friend.

I can't make my family happy alone; I can't make myself happy alone.

I need the Digimon Emperor to get rid of the pain...

I need the Digimon Emperor to get rid of the sadness...

I need him to make everyone happy again...

The Digimon Emperor offers his hand, and I take it with the comfort of knowing not only did I make the right choice....

but also my family will once again have the son that they always wanted, I can once again replace Sam for their perfect son.

I feel my clothes changing, going once again to the black gloves, the spiky hair, the goggles perched onto my nose, the clothes changing back into the blue and white, and finally the cape.

My mirror image smiles proudly, his eyes gleaming with happiness....

"Welcome back..."

I finish the last words, as he disappears with a swirl of darkness....

"Digimon Emperor..."

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~General POV~

The figure watching the screens smiles, something that would make anything crawl into a hole and die...

"At last..." it hisses with triumph.

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There is one more figure watching....

he stands there, watching the transformation of the person that he used to consider his brother in front of his eyes...

and he weeps.

TBC...

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A/N: It ain't over yet folks, please review.