Brave New World by Luke's Dragon

A/n

Written mainly from BWG's Point of view once again Beelzamon has the uncanny ability to speak in Italics

Also the Digimon who attacks the pair Bladedramon I made up since I didn't want to slaughter any of the deva's for plot purposes.

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Chapter 4 Two of a Kind

There's a grey place between black and white
But everyone does have the right to choose the path that he takes

~ Iron Maiden

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I see myself in my travelling companion, like me he does not know his purpose in life, he was never intended to be and yet he exists in a form too powerful for one with so much rage. It is fortunate that we have encountered very little in the way of resistance or wild Digimon for my companion would have undoubtedly destroyed them. He is focused to the point of obsession on becoming more powerful, for what purpose I have no idea.

He has spoken little save for about the business at hand, I don not know why I still walk with him or indeed what possessed me to do so in the first place. Maybe it is that word, friendship that caused all of this. Back in my world those children had this power, the legends told of how they defeated the Dark Masters with it and I saw it myself when I fought for them.

Is it that then, this great unknown of two souls who exist as a part of the other, is it this longing for a bond with someone and not wanting to be alone anymore that I feel.

Pah! Pathetic, weak thoughts I have never needed anyone before and have no intention of starting to do so now… and even though I say all that…

I find myself thinking back to Wargreymon and the battle we had in the human world, how that moment was one of the greatest of my life. Even though we were enemies there was an intangible feeling in the air, something inside me that made me want what he had… Friends.

And then he speaks for the first time in a while

"Where are we going?"

"I have no idea. This is not my world"

"I don't mean like that"

"Then what do you mean?"

"Where am I going? What is my purpose?"

"I cannot answer that, it is your choice which path you choose"


"I always thought it was to become strong so I didn't need anyone"

"…I understand that feeling"

"…But…"

"But?"

"Before that there were these children"

"Children?"

"I was like a pet. But in a strange way I liked it"

"Why did you like it?"

"I felt like I belonged"

That was the most personal conversation I think I have ever had. What he was saying made sense, there was a time when I was a hopeless case, driven by violence and only looking for the next fight. And there were children. They did not own me like Beelzamon but they made such an impact on my life, especially the child of hope and the child of knowledge and reliability. It is growing dark and being on these plains at night is not a good thing. We settle down to sleep and I am soon lost in a dream.

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I am home and it feels so real even though I know it cannot be true. The world looks as I remember it in my memory, the specter of Okwia banished forever and there is peace in the Digital world. There is peace and I am at peace, I have no more need to fight and my destiny is fulfilled. It is a wonderful feeling. I see the Digi-destined coming over the hills to meet me, all of them together, with their Digimon partners and what I believe human's term a mate.

There is peace and we have no need to fight, their Digimon revert from their battle scared Mega levels to the rookie forms. Wargreymon smiles at me and is Agumon again, he encourages me to do the same, to change out of this form which I will never need again.

But I cannot.

This is how I was made, this is who I am.

I am a warrior, I am darkness. I am not meant for this New World.

It touches my soul as I realize I will never go home again. There is no place for me

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I am woken from my slumber by a cry; a Digimon has ambushed us and is attacking. He is ignoring me and focusing on Beelzamon. He looks a little like Flamedramon, the Digimon of the goggle headed boy, only larger and more powerful. His armor is shining silver and his arms are massive, sharp blades.

Bladedramon: Ultimate Level: Known Attacks: Quadra Slash, Energy Wave, Hell Cutter. Great Attack Power and Defense: Known Weaknesses- Slow, Poor against Armored targets.

He should be little challenge for Beelzamon but there seems to be something wrong with him. He looks as though he is paralyzed on the spot and cannot move even to defend himself.

"Energy Wave!" With a sweep of his arms he sends a burst of blue light towards Beelzamon, the attack is powerful but predictable and he should have no difficulty in dodging it, but he does not.

The attack slams into him, lifting him into the air and crashing to the floor.

"Fight him!" I roar to my partner

"I cannot. I will not claim another soul"

"Hell Cutter!" led prone on the floor he has no defense against the mighty blades moving down towards his heart. I can see that he has no intention of moving out of the way, so I dive into the fray.

Blocking the attack on my own claws I catch his arms just in time, struggling to gain the advantage I gradually force him back, my superior strength showing. With a push I send him staggering back a few paces. Taking aim I summon power to my claws leaping forward, dark energy flying from my hands I connect with my target.

"Dragon Crusher!"

He has no chance. He is torn in two by the power of my attack, looking briefly surprised as his life ends. I do not absorb his data, there is no way I want any part of these creatures in me.

No we're screwed up enough as it is

It is cramped in here

It looks as if my voices have developed a sense of… humor? But they are right I could not take the risk of absorbing any of these monsters into me.

"Why couldn't I fight?"

"As you said, you couldn't kill"

"Then why save me? I am useless"

"I do not believe that"

"Why?"

"It is fate we met and I will not leave you"

"Then let's go, I need to find some answers before I go insane"

I do not say a word but I know in my heart that I feel the same way. I'll go mad myself if I stay around here too much longer. I just want to go home.