A Digidestined and a Gateway
Steve stared into the water, unable to get the thought out of his head. Closing his eyes, he listened to it again: 'Nightmaremon ran away from us, but he seemed more powerful than all of us. Why did he run? Did he want something? SomeONE?'
His eyes snapped open again as someone tapped the back of his neck, "Steve?" Looking up, he saw Mary looking at him in concern, "You OK?"
He nodded, standing up, "I'm fine. Just... A headache. That's all."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment it seemed like she was reading his mind. Then she closed her eyes and sighed, "OK. I was just worried about you, that's all." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Steve with a rather confused expression on his face.
'What was that all about?'
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Nightmaremon lowered his book to regard his visitor, "Yes?"
Warpmon shifted uncomfortably. Unlike her sisters, she found that piercing stare neither attractive nor commanding, but the scariest thing in the Digiworld. It made her feel like a mere Dozemon, pinned to ground. Therefore, her voice came out more as a stutter than anything else, "W- Well, V-Victormon just f-finished the r-r-..."
She trailed off. Nightmaremon raised an eyebrow; "I don't remember telling our resident scientist to make an `r-r-`. Maybe a RAY, but not an `r-r-`. Maybe one of his ears wasn't on properly. The left one looked like it was dangling slightly."
The main problem with Victormon was, in Nightmaremon's opinion, that he was indispensable. You couldn't get anyone else to do his job. That was a difficulty when he kept falling apart, often holding up the work for at least five minutes.
Warpmon shook her head frantically, "N-no, he's just f-finished the r-ray."
The vampire Digimon smiled, placing his book to one side and standing up, "Well, we'd best go and see it, hadn't we?" He walked past the still trembling Digimon and picked his cloak off the hook on the back of the door, "Might as well go in full dress."
Suddenly, the full meaning of his words sunk into Warpmon's scared mind, "W- We?"
"Of course. You brought me the news, after all. You deserve to see it." With that, he fastened the cloak around his neck, and swept out of the door.
She hurried after him, for a moment wondering how he could move so fast. Her kind was one of the fastest in the Digiworld, yet he always somehow managed to remain ahead of her and her sisters.
As she caught up, he looked down at her, "By the way, how are your sisters doing on tracking down the keys?"
She looked down, "Middle has sent word that she is on her way back with the Oracle, whilst we have not heard from Eldest in a week or so." Since Digimon did not normally take on names, the three Warpmon sisters were always referred to as Eldest, Middle and Youngest. In conversation, it was the only way to tell them apart.
Nightmaremon nodded, "Good. Make sure that I am told the instant either is sighted. Middle is to come to me the moment she gets here. Along with the Oracle."
Youngest nodded. Then a sudden wave of nausea rolled over, and she stumbled. Images flashed into her mind, people, children. Digidestined.
Her companion looked at her, not in concern, but curiosity, "My, whatever is the matter with you?"
She fell to the ground, feeling as if something were sitting on her, trying to push her into the ground. The vampire Digimon calmly sat beside, his cloak spreading out behind him. Slowly, his trademark smile began to appear on his face, "So, this is what happens..."
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Violet stared at the sky as she lay on her back. Inwardly, she said impatiently, 'Yo, V! You there? Hello?'
After a moment's pause, she finally got a response, ~ 'Yes, I'm here. Sorry, but I was a bit busy.' ~
'Doing WHAT? You live in my HEAD! What on Earth could you be doing? ...Oh God, DON'T answer that.'
~ 'Your wish is my command.' ~
'V, my memories had better be whole.'
~ 'Not your memories.' ~
Violet raised an eyebrow in confusion, even though V couldn't really see it, 'Then what.' Her eyes widened as she encountered a distinct memory she could've sworn she'd never had, 'V! YOU SAID NO MEMORIES-'
~ 'No I didn't,' ~ V interrupted, sounding rather haughty, ~ 'I said that it wasn't to do with YOUR memories. MINE, however...' ~
Violet gripped her head in her hands, "Too much information..." she whispered, "Too much information..."
"About what?" asked a voice next to her.
She blinked, before slowly turning her head to see Steve. There followed a long pause as she tried to remember if he'd been there before. After coming to conclusion that he must have appeared out of nowhere in the past three seconds (thus making him a ghost), she did the only possible thing.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Of course, when someone screams and you are maybe thirty centimetres away, you tend to be a bit shocked. So therefore, Steve was in no state to grab Violet before she jumped to her feet, started running down the hill, tripped over, and, to put it nicely, `ceased to run and started to fly`.
After she crash-landed, Steve blinked several times, before looking over at the others. Screaming does tend to attract people, and now all of them were looking down at the crumpled heap. John winced, "That must have hurt."
Mike looked over at Mary; "Does she normally do that?"
"Yes and no, really. Yes, she does do that half the time, but no, not all of the time. The other half is spent chasing after a Lizzie that's just done the same."
Steve sighed as he began to make his way down the hill, "Might as well see if she's OK."
She was. Note the WAS. They met as she came up and he came down, and Violet's reaction wasn't any better; "AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! THE GHOST!!!!!"
So screaming, she lost her balance and fell backwards. Landing on a rock. There was going to be one mighty big bruise on her body, come the next day. For now, however, she contented herself with muttering swear-words that technically no eleven-year-old should know. But let us keep in mind that this is Violet Davies (current home of V), so really it wasn't that surprising.
Steve sighed, "Violet, I'm not a ghost, OK? I just have a habit of moving quietly. That does not make me a ghost."
"Oh." Needless to say, Violet now became a most admirable shade of red. Then she looked down, "Sorry."
Steve squatted down next to her, "It's OK. I understand that V can make you a little jumpy."
Violet nodded, not really taking in the full meaning of his words. Then they suddenly hit her, and she leapt up, "WHAAAAAAAAAT?"
The boy sighed, before standing up and looking her straight in the eye, "Violet... I know. About V, I mean."
Her mouth fell open, "What? How? I mean."
He grabbed her shoulders and leant closer to her, "Violet, don't worry. That portal I got sucked in to after we beat Switchmon took me to a place called Digimon Limbo. I... I met V there."
"You MET..."
Further up, John was busying himself with a computer, Mary was sketching some Digimon from memory, but Mike was just watching. His eyes narrowed as he saw Steve lean closer to her, 'What does he think he's doing? He-' The boy stopped there, as he realised where his thoughts were leading him. Stubbornly, he turned away, "I'm not going to watch those two because I'm not jealous. I'm simply going to look THIS way..."
Now, at this point, the author would like to point something out. Many things, unless they are fully noticed, lose their impact somewhat. So, at this point, she would like to point something out: At this moment in the story, there are several paths it may take. Steve might've moved closer still to Violet, Mike might have walked away, determined not to look. Who knows?
So, now that we know of these situations, most of which involve emotions, let us continue.
As Mike turned away, no doubt to mutter to himself about Steve, a loud scream filled the air. Then a swirling mass of scales, feathers and hair fell out of nowhere to crash down on the hill.
John blinked, "That was unexpected."
Mary looked down at her knuckles, which were white from gripping the pencil too tightly. "Oh yeah," she agreed, in a voice that was lucky that it was still in the normal scope of hearing.
The mini-whirlwind had crashed into the ground, but it carried on spinning. Bits of fur, hair, feathers and scales flew out, as if the thing was ripping them off. One such scale hit John's computer with surprising speed.
"MY COMPUTER!"
Mike gave him an odd look, "Hello? It's a scale. Not very big on the whole deadly-to-computers thing."
John leaned round to look at the computer where it had been hit, "BLOOD! THERE IS BLOOD ON MY COMPUTER! MY POOR COMPUTER!"
It was at this point that Steve and Violet appeared at the top of the hill (having started their way up when the screaming started). The blonde looked over at his companion, "I don't know about you, but I'm going back down."
Violet just raised an eyebrow, before going to Mary and trying to convince her to let go off the pencil; "Look, it's breaking! Do you have a spare? OK, maybe you do, but..."
Steve sighed, walking over to the swirling mass. Mike joined him there, thanks to performing a similar motion. He raised an eyebrow at the leader, "Any ideas, Jones?"
Strangely enough, this use of his last name did not have the normal effect on Steve (punching him). Instead, he ignored Mike and continued with a trick he'd learnt over time. Specifically, that of moving his eyes in the opposite direction to the way the swirl was moving, to slow it down slightly. He was just able to make out a body, with hands... claws? tearing at itself.
Acting on instinct, something he rarely gave into, he lifted his hands and plunged them in, grabbing onto the first thing they came in contact with. Mike was just forming the words, "What are you doing?" when the mass stopped moving.
Steve was hanging on to what looked like a snake's tail. However, the body it was connected to was not so much snake-like as cat-like, even though there were flashes of scales, feathers and even the odd bit of hair in between the fur. It had an impressive wingspan, easily two, maybe three metres long, but the feathers were interrupted in various places by the stretched skin of a dragon's wings. Its legs had a dragon's muscles, but the lion's fur strained to hold it in place. Its feet were a horrible mixture of a lion's paw, dragon's claws and a bird's talons. It had the trademark claw coming out of the back that belonged to a dragon, but at the front the talons and claws mixed, producing some strange collection of both. And its face. A mixture of a dragon's teeth, lion's head shape and a bird's eyes. Scales, feathers and fur fought for supremacy, whilst thick brown hair tried to grow from it, in between the strange tufts of feathers and a dragon's pointed ears, curving slightly under the lion's influence.
Altogether, it was one of the most warped and twisted creatures ever to exist on any planet, in any universe.
(LM: Sorry that description was so long. The whole idea of that particular Digimon is that if you can't picture it clearly, it loses its effect.)
John's eyes widened, his attention finally leaving his computer, "Now THAT is one warped Digimon."
The Digimon had stopped screaming now, but was now making a noise that sounded like sobbing. Violet glared at it, "For God's sake, shut up! That's no way for a Digimon to act, so stop it!"
It was more proof of the true scariness that was Violet that the Digimon shut up almost instantly. However, her look was like a sad puppy. A sad, warped puppy. The mixture was a rather alarming one.
Steve made a face, "OK, that does it. If strange, warped Digimon that attempt to look like puppies are what we're dealing with now, I resign."
Mike raised an eyebrow, "Hey, Jones, one problem with that: WE can't resign."
"Since when, Carey?"
"Since forever. You never heard anything about Tai or Matt resigning now, did you?"
"Then how come WE'RE the ones here Carey? Hmm? Why us and not them?" Steve dropped the `strange, warped Digimon` and crossed his arms.
Mike frowned, "Jones, would you really ask a bunch of GRANDPARENTS to save the world?"
"Happens all the time. You ever watch the news?"
The raven-haired boy massaged his forehead, "I'm not even going to COMMENT on that..."
"And besides, even if they couldn't, what about their kids? Why us grandkids? Heck, why us particular ones?"
"You just don't believe in destiny and fate, do you?"
"Why should I?" Steve's voice was beginning to get louder, and it was pretty obvious he was getting worked up, "They've never helped me. If anything, they're the ones responsible for every bad thing that's happened to me. You know what one of my earliest memories is?"
"No!" Looked like Steve wasn't the only one getting worked up, "You know why not? Because you don't tell us!"
"Oh, and you do?"
Violet made a strange half-growl, half-moan noise. "Not again. Dear God, not again."
The extremely-warped Digimon looked confused, "...D-Digidestined? But... You're all at the g-gate!" Suddenly it leapt up into the air, and started looking around frantically, "This isn't the Sister World! What's h- happened?"
John raised an eyebrow, looking at it as if for the first time, "`Sister World`? Do you mean that as in Pern and the Red Star, Earth and Mars, or even the perfectly acceptable Earth and the Discworld?"
Mary gave him an odd look, "PERN?"
He gave the sky a despairing look, "You need more culture in your life."
"CULTURE?"
He gave her an odd look, "Are you a girl or an echo?"
There was a long pause, "I would say `ECHO?`, but I wish to reserve some dignity. Instead," she turned to the Digimon, "I will ask you what you mean by `Sister World`."
It whimpered, "The one... with your k-kind. P-people... Without powers or their own bonded D-Digimon..."
Violet stared at it, "Nightmaremon's going to EARTH?"
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Nightmaremon raised an eyebrow at the Digimon in front of him, "You are the Oracle." It wasn't a question.
Her eyes rolled, "I was... I will be..."
"You ARE," he emphasised. Even though her ability to see all times, past, present and future, was useful, he had no time for her confusing tenses.
"Present?"
"For now." Yes, he would want the others later, but for now the present would do.
"...You are an ambitious Digimon. No one before has ever sought to capture us."
He smiled, "That is what sets me above the others. My ambition."
"It will destroy you." He raised an eyebrow. Future tense. This could prove to be useful.
"What will?"
"Your ambition. You seek to emerge from the shadow of the one before you, and for that you will pay the price. Your disciple will kill you."
He chuckled, "My disciple? Why would I have a disciple?"
"Your former self never did."
No more humour now. That last remark had cut deep, "My former self? I have no former self! I am a new Digimon, he is gone forever!" She was pushing his patience, "Blood Thunder!"
He lifted up his hands and blood-red lightning leapt from them, heading straight towards her heart. She just smiled, and lifted a hand, "Apollo's Protection."
A small Sun formed in her palm, before moving forwards and growing larger. The attack smashed against it and dissipated, unable to break through. She smiled, "You hate yourself. Every time you attack, you can feel him. Your attacks are his."
"Shut up!"
"You'll go to the Sister World, of course. Just like he did."
"Be quiet!"
"You'll search for the other Digidestined. Just like he did."
"Silence!"
"Scream all you like. It won't change anything."
Nightmaremon sighed, and then breathed deeply. Then his features settled back into their normal, calm expression, "You may be able to predict the future, Oracle, but it has not happened yet. It is changeable."
She didn't seem worried, "Little details, such as what number of Lycamon you take with you, are subject to change. But the important ones-your fate, your disciple's identity, the Digidestined's fate-will remain as they are."
He smiled, his teeth elongating, and he held out a hand, "Come then, Oracle. Let us see what part you have to play in my fate."
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"Earth?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that a little unoriginal?"
Violet smiled, "The same could be said of being a vampire Digimon."
They'd all gathered around the `warped puppy`, and now they were considering the information they'd gleaned from it. "Original or unoriginal," John said decisively, "he's still a threat. We still don't know if he's vulnerable to the same things as traditional vampires."
Mike raised an eyebrow, "Why wouldn't he be?"
Mary grinned, "Well, for starters vampires that are resistant to crosses and such like are a heck of a lot scarier, and secondly, the data that made him might have decided to put in a different weakness. Fire or something."
John glared at her, "Data doesn't think. It is a combination of zeroes and ones, designed to construct more complex things that possess artificial intelligence."
There was a very, very long pause.
"Huh?" Steve, Mike and Violet all had strangely similar looks of confusion on their faces.
Mary rolled her eyes, "As far as I can tell, he meant that data's nothing but zeroes and ones, and therefore cannot think. It's a bit like Britney Spears, but with numbers instead of awful notes."
Steve blinked, "Whoa, let's get this straight. You can understand what he just said?"
Her mouth fell open, "Er... Yeah... I did..."
Violet grinned, "Ladies and gentlemen: We have translator!"
Mike raised an eyebrow, "Ladies and gentlemen: We have bad grammar!"
Steve groaned, "Ladies and gentlemen: Please shut up!"
Mike glared at him, "Steve, it's just a bit of fun."
"Oh, oh sure. This is a GREAT time to be mucking around. There's a vampire Digimon on the loose, we have a warped puppy here, the said vampire is going to go to our world-"
He might have gone on in this vein for quite some time, but luckily the warped puppy spoke, not realising it had interrupted, "I'm not meant to be here. I'm meant to be there..."
John raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, you said."
It didn't seem to hear him, "I'm meant to be helping the search for the sixth..."
Mary leant forwards, "What? Sixth what?"
"...Digidestined."
They all exchanged glances. Then Violet crossed her arms, "What do you mean when you say `A Sixth Digidestined `?"
Steve smiled, "Ever seen Power Rangers? There's always a sixth one." They all turned and gave him very odd looks, "What?"
No response.
"What?"
Nothing.
"WHAT?"
Zip. Zero. Nada.
"LOOK, MY SISTER LIKES THE SHOW, OK? IT'S NOT LIKE I TUNE IN EVERY WEEK OR ANYTHING!"
Mike grinned, "Oh, it's alright, we understand." There was a pause, "Fanboy."
"I AM NOT A FANBOY!"
Violet developed an identical smile to Mike's, "Who do you think should lead then? The Power Rangers, I mean?"
This seemed to shut Steve up. Then he appeared to think, "Either Frog-boy or Billy."
John leant a bit closer to Mary, "`Frog-boy`?"
She smiled, "I think he means the Black Power Ranger. He rides around in a frog-shaped thing."
"...This is considered normal?"
"To them, yes. To us, it just sounds and looks silly."
Mike just pointed at Steve, "Fanboy, fanboy!"
"Shut it!" Steve balled his hands into fists.
Violet leant over to Mary, "You think we can get warped-puppy-mon to attack us?"
Mary gave her an odd look, "Why would we want it to?"
"Two reasons: One, it's been a while since the last fight and if we ever got made into a TV show, this would be very boring, and b, it'll shut those two up."
John frowned, "Don't you mean one and two? Or a and b?"
Violet glared at him, "Shut up." Then she bent down next to the `warped- puppy-mon`, "I say, could you please attack us?"
It just blinked at her, its expression a mixture of that weird moping-puppy look and simple confusion, "W-What?"
"Could you please attack us?"
Now it looked very scared, "Y-You want me to attack you? Why? Do you j-just want to k-kill me?"
John tapped Violet on the shoulder, "Let me try." Then he bent down so that he was at eye-level with the Digimon, "Well, I suppose you don't have to. I mean, sure Nightmaremon will probably kill you because you're in the perfect position but you're not doing anything, but..."
"N-Nightmaremon?"
He crossed his fingers behind his back, 'I hope this works.' Then he smiled, "Don't worry. It'll probably be quick... Wait, this is Nightmaremon. So. It'll be slow and painful."
Its eyes widened. Then it leapt up and arched its back, cat style, "Scale Shot!"
Several scales shot off its back, heading right at John. He ducked, muttering, "I will never know why I did that."
Steve was just in the middle of a very detailed insult when he heard the attack. He turned around, "What the..."
Mike's mouth dropped open, "It's attacking us?"
It turned towards them and leapt into the sky, "Warped Claw!" It brought its strange `claw` down, diving towards the two boys. Firepentmon frowned.
"Firepentmon digivolve to Serpentmon! Eye Fire!" His eyes glowed and fire shot out of them, whamming the warped-puppy-mon to the floor.
Steve turned towards John, "OK, I give up with the whole `warped-puppy` thing. What IS that thing?"
Still crouching, John pulled out his computer and started typing, "For starters, it's a she. Her name's Warpmon and it shows in her warped appearance. She attacks with Warped Claw, and with Warp Factor 9 she can travel at twice the speed of light." He rolled his eyes, "Guess that answers the question of whether the Digiworld has the same natural laws as Earth or not."
Pearlmon grinned, "Finally, a little action. Pearlmon digivolve to Flakemon!"
Warpmon weaved between the two snake Digimon, "Lioness' Hunt!" Her claws started glowing as she swept a paw at Serpentmon, bared her teeth and moved in for the kill.
Mike's eyes widened, "Serpentmon!" His crest started glowing.
"Serpentmon digivolve to WingSerpentmon!"
WingSerpentmon batted Warpmon away with a wing, straight towards Flakemon. However, instead of blasting her, the other snake Digimon just swung her tail around and hit Warpmon back to him. He did the same, and they were soon having fun playing a spot of Warpmon tennis. Who said Digimon can't have fun?
Mary raised an eyebrow, "Violet, you have a lot to answer for."
Steve started massaging his forehead, "That does it, I'm going nuts. An Ultimate and a Champion Digimon are playing tennis with another Digimon. Any moment now someone will start randomly singing Busted or something."
Violet grinned, "You want me to? I know the words."
Mike pointed at her, "Now that's weird."
"Weirder than knowing all the lyrics to the Beauty and the Beast musical?"
John groaned, "Don't tell me..."
Violet waved her hands, "Don't worry! Mary's the one who knows them, not me!"
At this point, Warpmon interrupted with finally breaking free of the tennis match, "Eagle Wing!" She swung around using her wings to hit Flakemon away.
"Flakemon!" Violet cried, "OK, that does it." She took on a position strangely similar to Superman's trademark one, only she had her eyes closed, "Violet digimorph to... to..." She opened one eye, "Bother. There goes that Moon again."
Mary looked at her own Digimon, "You fancy helping instead?"
Jewelmon grinned, "Sure!" She leapt into the air, "Jewelmon digivolve to Diamondmon!"
John turned towards Mythicmon, "Aaaaaaand that would be the cue for some back-up."
"Mythicmon digivolve to Phoenixomon!"
Snowmon sighed, "You want me to join in too?"
Steve shook his head, "It's best if we keep someone back. I know she's just the one Digimon, but she keeps pulling out powers that could count against us."
Snowmon nodded, before turning towards the battle to watch.
Flakemon had, by now, recovered, and was joining in with Diamondmon and Phoenixomon to draw Warpmon's fire. WingSerpentmon's eyes narrowed as he aimed at her now unprotected back, "Flaming Barrage!" Fire shot out of each of his wings again and again, hammering Warpmon out of the sky and into the ground.
"Flame Wheel!"
"Diamond Strike!"
"Phoenix Fire!"
"Flame Wing!"
There was a flash of light, then she disintegrated, the wind blowing her data away. The Digimon de-digivolved, each going to their respective partner.
Violet grinned sheepishly at Pearlmon, "I'm sorry I couldn't help you. That whole `You can't digimorph for a couple of days before a full moon` thing is really getting on my nerves."
Mike put his hand on her shoulder, "Hey, it isn't your fault. Your Digimon just happens to be a night-time one. It's pretty powerful then, so it sort of makes up for it."
Mary clapped her hands together and her eyes went starry, "Aw, aren't you two cute?"
Violet raised her eyebrows, "Meaning?"
"You, him. You've got such cute chemistry."
Mike narrowed his eyes, "Mary, I don't like hitting girls, OK? However, I'm pretty certain Violet is perfectly fine with it, and will do so if you don't shut up."
Mary seemed to consider this. Then Violet lifted a fist, and she quickly turned around, "So, Steve, how..." She trailed off, as her mind registered the fact that Steve was no longer standing there.
John blinked, "Where is he? And, whilst we're at it, where's Snowmon?"
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Blizzardmon narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to keep sight of Warpmon's data, "Tell me one more time why we're doing this?"
Steve glanced down at the ground, deciding that he much preferred flying in an aeroplane to flying on a very slippery Digimon, "I want to know where Primary Village is, and WingSerpentmon said that that was where a Digimon's data went when it died. So, if we follow Warpmon's, it should lead us there."
Blizzardmon sighed, "I guess he really unsettled you."
The blonde blinked, "Huh? Who?"
"WingSerpentmon. You've been acting really weird since we met him."
He closed his eyes, "I don't know."
Blizzardmon heard something and turned his head to look behind, "OK, let's drop it for now. The others are coming after us, albeit on the ground." Something clicked in his mind, "Hey, is that why you asked me not to digivolve? So that you could follow Warpmon's data?"
"Am I that transparent?"
The Digimon shook his head, turning back towards the front, "It was only because of the way they were following that I realised."
Steve was just wondering what he was meant to say in response when he noticed Warpmon's data start to descend, "Blizzardmon..."
The ice-beast Digimon nodded, "I'm on it. Hold on."
His Digidestined was about to respond with a sarcastic comment about already holding on when Blizzardmon suddenly started to dive down, in an almost vertical descent.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAA!!!!!!! BLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZZAAAAAAAARDMOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!! SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW DOOOOOOOWN!!!!!!!!!!!"
His Digimon did not seem to hear him though, and his last relatively calm thoughts were to do with the strange village it looked like they were about to crash into, 'It's PINK...'
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Mike growled, "Damn blonde... Just going off like that... I should-"
However, the Digidestined on the ground never did find out what Mike should do, since it was at this point that Blizzardmon started his dive and Steve started his yells. Mike blinked, before he started running towards where they had plummeted to. He ignored Mary's rather indignant scream behind him.
"Hey! Mike! Not all of us are athletes, you know! Will you just slow down?"
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He found Steve sitting in the middle of a strangely bouncy road/street/pathway/thing. The blonde was staring ahead with a look of horror on his face.
Mike made an attempt to start a conversation so that he could start yelling, "You alive then?"
Steve just stared.
Mike tried again, "It's...er...very pink."
"Pink..."
"Yeah," Mike nodded, "Very very pink."
"...Pink..."
Blizzardmon dropped down from a large tower of what looked like those weird cubes that nearly every baby has and knocks over, "Any idea what's wrong with him? He's been like this for the last five minutes."
The active boy shrugged, "I dunno. He probably just doesn't like pink. It's not a very macho colour."
His crest glowed, ^ "He might just have unpleasant baby memories. Pink is a very baby colour." ^
Mike considered this, "Nah. I think mine was more appropriate."
This comment seemed to snap Steve out of it... in a way, "Pink...egotistical maniac...pink..."
It was at this point Violet managed to reach them, albeit panting, "Now there's...a mental image...I'd rather...not have. Unless... you're feel...ling very secure...in your... mascu-thingy."
Mike raised an eyebrow at her, "`Mascu-thingy`?"
She shrugged, "I dunno...do I?"
Now Mary made her entrance, dragging John behind her, and with the Digimon following, "Huh? What?"
Mike pointed at Steve with both hands, "Blondie's having an... INTERESTING reaction to the colour scheme."
At this point Steve would have probably said the colour again, but Mike's comment seemed to have shut him up. Then he muttered, "Blondie?"
Mike nodded, pleased that he was finally getting somewhere, "Yeah. Blondie."
"Blondie?" This was slightly louder.
"Yep."
Steve narrowed his eyes, "What, just because I'm blonde you call me that?"
"Well...yes."
The blonde pushed himself to his feet, before turning around and glaring at Mike, "So just because I'm blonde you call me Blondie?"
The opposing boy blinked, "Well... It would be the standard nickname for blondes."
Steve poked him, "Ah-ha! You think that all blondes should have the same nickname since it is the standard one, and therefore you think that all people are standard!"
"Huh?"
"So therefore you are stereotyping!"
"What?" Mike was very confused by now, "What the heck are you talking about?"
"And therefore you are no better than other people like racists and such- like, who are themselves very much like child-abusers, and therefore you are like a-"
WHAM!
Steve was knocked to the floor. Mike glared down at him, "I am NOT a child- abuser."
The currently-lying-on-the-floor boy was silent for few seconds with shock, before looking up, "And I'm not a dumb blonde."
"I couldn't tell."
"Will you two please be quiet?" A Digimon leapt between the two, "you're disturbing the babies."
It was shaped in a similar way to one of the big cats, like lions or tigers, but otherwise it bared them little resemblance. Its main colour was red, with a white belly and purple stripes in various places. One stripe started at its nose, with was two slits, like a snake, and ended at the fan of feathers that was its tail. Its ears were long and curved down, folding along its neck, with a purple blob at the tip of each. The tail feathers were red with a purple stripe going up the middle of each, and they were long enough to reach the ground. Two stripes went around each of its legs, and its claws were long and sharp. Its eyes were large and blue, and its teeth were like a shark's, only not so many.
It turned around so that it was watching all of the Digidestined, "I am Thunramon, and you are trespassing on Primary Village. If you do not leave right now, I will be forced to use my Electric Shock to make you do so."
Violet blinked, "Well, bang goes that theory about being a Digidestined making every Digimon trust you."
Mary waved her hands in front of herself frantically, "Wait, you don't want to kill us! We're here to help!"
"In that case, why are you here and not somewhere where you CAN help?"
John raised an eyebrow, "Like where?"
Thunramon rolled his eyes, "Now, let me think... How about FIGHTING NIGHTMAREMON?"
Mike slapped his forehead in mock-amazement, "Of course! How obvious! Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because you're a twit."
"Shut it Steve."
Mary walked up to Thunramon and squatted down so that she was at eye-level with him, "Look, Thunramon, we'll go once we've had a look around, OK? This guy, " she waved a hand at Mike, "he's got a Digimon in his crest who lost the way. He promised to get them here, so can he at least drop him off? Then we'll go."
Whilst she was saying this, her voice achieved that tone where it sounds like you should be talking to five-year-olds who won't put down their favourite blanket or are threatening to flush your make-up down the toilet.
The Digimon did his version of raising an eyebrow, "A Digimon who got lost? Now that's rare." He seemed to consider what to do, "Any of you any good at puzzles?"
Violet blinked and looked slightly dizzy, "Whoa. Feel that random subject change."
John looked round at the others, "Well... I guess I'm OK... In that I tend to be right, but..."
Mary turned round to look at him, "John, if I asked you how confident you are, would you answer `not very`?"
He nodded, "My Mum has a lot of fun analysing it."
Steve wondered what he meant by that, but just mentally filed it away in the drawer marked `Things to ask John`.
Thunramon stepped forward, "In that case, I'll let you in as long as he gives me a hand with a puzzle."
John smiled slightly nervously, "I'll do my best."
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Mike stood in the middle of a rather large field covered in large, variously-coloured eggs, "I really don't want to know what sort of bird spits these out."
^ "Well, first the data-" ^ WingSerpentmon started.
The boy gripped his head, "I said I DIDN'T want to know!"
Steve tutted, "He doesn't shut up when you tell him to? What a disobedient Digimon, maybe you should spank him!"
Mike gave an odd look, "You spank him."
^ "Aaaaaaaand on that note I am going to leave. Thanks for everything." ^ As the Digimon said this, a bluey-green light began to emit from Mike's crest. It focused into a small ball of light, which then began to move off over the field.
Leaving behind a mad blonde still talking about spanking and corporal punishment (and something about medieval catapults), Mike started to follow the light, picking up the pace it did. Thankfully though, he didn't crush any of the eggs.
Once it had reached a relatively clear space, it began to shoot down and form an egg. Then the light faded, leaving behind a light-blue egg with darker green triangles covering it. Mike knelt down in front of it, and rested one hand on it, "Goodbye WingSerpentmon."
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Mary picked up a Digi-egg, "You remember how to hatch these?"
Violet shrugged, just repeating what V told her, "You rub the eggs, thus warming them up, enabling them to de-digivolve faster and therefore hatch faster."
The black-haired gave her an odd look, "`De-digivolve faster`? `Therefore`? Are you possessed or something?"
Violet blinked, "Er... Nooooo... Certainly not... Whatever gave you that idea?"
~ 'Oh, smooth Violet. Real smooth.' ~
'Shut up.'
Mary looked at her for a bit longer, before giving up and turning back to the egg, "OK, it's something to do." She commenced rubbing, but glanced up at Violet every now and then, 'What's with her? She was never this weird at home. What's happened?'
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John blinked, "This is your puzzle? An egg?"
Thunramon nodded at the feathers pictured on it, "No egg has that elaborate a design. Whatever it is, it isn't normal. It's... It's like a seal. I've heard the Digimon inside trying to get out from time to time. For whatever weird reason, someone wanted to make sure they didn't get out."
The computer worshipper stroked his chin in the way he did when he was thinking, "Maybe whoever put it there wanted to make sure something had happened first. Maybe only the right person or Digimon can take it off."
The thunder Digimon considered this, "I guess that's possible. In fact... Can I see your crest for a second?"
"Why?"
"I just want to check a hunch."
Giving him a weird look, John took off his tag and held it out so that Thunramon could see the crest inside. The Digimon blinked, "Hey, isn't that the same as..."
The boy sighed and nodded, "Izzy's? Yeah. I'm not sure how that happened, but I guess it's just one of those things."
Thunramon decided to just let it go, and turned back to the egg, "OK, this might just be the mad ramblings of a Digimon, but now I've seen another..."
John raised his eyebrows, "What?"
"...I think the seal on the egg is also a crest."
There was a pause, before the boy took on his thinking pose again, "You know, yesterday that would have sounded mad, but now... I think you're right."
"Really?"
He nodded, "Yeah. The sixth Digimon and the sixth crest for the sixth Digidestined."
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Nightmaremon smiled, his teeth lengthening as he lifted the knife. There were two ways of opening this gate, both to do with Knowledge. According to the translated version of the writing on the wall, the way to open the gate was `either through light or through blood`. Well, he was a vampire Digimon, and therefore not such a big fan of light. But blood... He understood blood all right.
The Oracle stiffened as the knife slashed through her arm. Blood began to seep out, mixed with data, like all Digimon's. Nightmaremon, resisting the urge to drink it all, to drink her dry, grabbed the injured arm and held it over the channel he had chosen. The inch deep and inch wide ditches ran all over the floor, all finishing at the gate.
The blood ran along the selected one, flowing into the others, spreading out across the room. The vampire Digimon smiled as he watched, still holding her arm firm. It would have been far nicer to see all of the blood coming from the actual holder of Knowledge, but to attempt to kidnap him would have been far too bothersome. No, there was a time and a place for everyone's blood to be spilt, and right now it was the Oracle's.
When every channel had been filled, the blood began to glow. It began to rise out of the channels, covering the whole room in the eerie light-purple light. Denying any natural laws, it began to run up the gate, covering it in the brightening glow. Then the gate began to open, exposing pure white light. Then it began to turn red, as did the blood.
Finally, the red light parted, showing grass... The grass of another world.
Nightmaremon threw the Oracle to the ground, along with the knife. Then he turned to the four Digimon standing behind him, "Youngest, stay here. Guard the gate. If they're going to return to the pitiful planet that they came from, I want them to work for it."
The Warpmon, now recovered from the strange sickness, nodded and left.
"Middle, Eldest, you're coming with me. Oh, and Eldest, try to remember that you've been demoted for your failure. No acting as though you're the most important Digimon here."
The two other Warpmon went in the same direction as their `sister`, the larger one looking as though her version of Christmas was cancelled for the next century or so.
"Victormon, your arm's coming off."
As the strange humanoid moved to secure his appendage, Nightmaremon gave him his instructions, "Stay in the middle of Groups two and three. I don't want that ray damaged. If it is, I'll be removing your head. Permanently, this time."
Done with his fixing, the Digimon winced and hobbled off.
Nightmaremon smile widened as the legions of Lycamon became completely visible to him, "My brothers. This is a dark day for the forces of good. Now we shall strike a blow to the hearts of the Digidestined. Now comes the time of the night!"
The Lycamon began howling and barking, encouraged by their lord's speech. Nightmaremon made no attempt to stop them, but turned back towards the open gate.
"I'll have fun in your world, Digidestined," he whispered.
NOW THAT NIGHTMAREMON HAS GAINED ACCESS TO EARTH, WILL THE DIGIDESTINED BE ABLE TO STOP HIM? AND JUST WHO IS THE SIXTH DIGIDESTINED? FIND OUT ON THE
NEXT DIGIMON: DIGITAL MONSTERS!
Author's Notes: Typical. Every time I think I've written the longest Digimon episode I've ever done, I beat it the very next time round. And just so I can keep track, this was 2o pages long. 20! This is getting out of hand. I can remember a time long long ago (in a galaxy far far away) when a naïve young writer thought that she was never going to beat 10 pages (Moon Dragon). I've come a long way, no?
So... Few notes. Lycamon are what the WereWolvermon used to be called, before I got Alan W on my tail about unoriginal Digimon. And whilst we're on that track, two things to say to Alan which others might be interested in: You see in the conversation between the Oracle and Nightmaremon why he's so like Myotismon, so please no bugging me about it, and yes, two ideas of yours ARE used here (namely Victormon and the Power Rangers quote). Incidentally, anyone want to guess what type of Digimon Victormon is? It'd be interesting to see what you think.
I know I can be kinda annoying in my stories, like only calling her `the Oracle` when she has a full, Digimon name. This is because 1) I think too much about my stories, and 2) It'd be no fun if I told you everything at once. Plus I like getting on your nerves. #grins#
Since it's been a while, here's an update on disclaimers: Digimon, Power Rangers, Buffy (mentioned in the last episode), the Dragonriders of Pern, Discworld, Britney Spears (thank God), Beauty and the Beast (story, musical or film), Busted, Superman, Star Wars, PG Wodehouse (Challenge: Guess where the reference or whatever it is to him) or any of the many CDs I listened to whilst writing this. I do own my Digidestined and pretty much anything you don't really recognised. I would also like to confirm my right to the idea of Digimon de-digivolving inside their eggs, and the fact that Digimon bleed data as well as blood.
Well, I'd better shut up now. So here is one last thing, since I've given up on the quotes because I never manage to get them all in: I know I never seem to update. I am evil in that sense. This time round I had several problems: A change in computer, so I didn't have the stories for a bit, a highly addictive computer game, Spider Solitaire and Paint. And the Internet, but that's always there. So, I throw myself on your mercy. #does so, remembering a tad too late that your mercy is rather sharp#
...Medic...
Lady Moon
Steve stared into the water, unable to get the thought out of his head. Closing his eyes, he listened to it again: 'Nightmaremon ran away from us, but he seemed more powerful than all of us. Why did he run? Did he want something? SomeONE?'
His eyes snapped open again as someone tapped the back of his neck, "Steve?" Looking up, he saw Mary looking at him in concern, "You OK?"
He nodded, standing up, "I'm fine. Just... A headache. That's all."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, and for a moment it seemed like she was reading his mind. Then she closed her eyes and sighed, "OK. I was just worried about you, that's all." With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Steve with a rather confused expression on his face.
'What was that all about?'
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Nightmaremon lowered his book to regard his visitor, "Yes?"
Warpmon shifted uncomfortably. Unlike her sisters, she found that piercing stare neither attractive nor commanding, but the scariest thing in the Digiworld. It made her feel like a mere Dozemon, pinned to ground. Therefore, her voice came out more as a stutter than anything else, "W- Well, V-Victormon just f-finished the r-r-..."
She trailed off. Nightmaremon raised an eyebrow; "I don't remember telling our resident scientist to make an `r-r-`. Maybe a RAY, but not an `r-r-`. Maybe one of his ears wasn't on properly. The left one looked like it was dangling slightly."
The main problem with Victormon was, in Nightmaremon's opinion, that he was indispensable. You couldn't get anyone else to do his job. That was a difficulty when he kept falling apart, often holding up the work for at least five minutes.
Warpmon shook her head frantically, "N-no, he's just f-finished the r-ray."
The vampire Digimon smiled, placing his book to one side and standing up, "Well, we'd best go and see it, hadn't we?" He walked past the still trembling Digimon and picked his cloak off the hook on the back of the door, "Might as well go in full dress."
Suddenly, the full meaning of his words sunk into Warpmon's scared mind, "W- We?"
"Of course. You brought me the news, after all. You deserve to see it." With that, he fastened the cloak around his neck, and swept out of the door.
She hurried after him, for a moment wondering how he could move so fast. Her kind was one of the fastest in the Digiworld, yet he always somehow managed to remain ahead of her and her sisters.
As she caught up, he looked down at her, "By the way, how are your sisters doing on tracking down the keys?"
She looked down, "Middle has sent word that she is on her way back with the Oracle, whilst we have not heard from Eldest in a week or so." Since Digimon did not normally take on names, the three Warpmon sisters were always referred to as Eldest, Middle and Youngest. In conversation, it was the only way to tell them apart.
Nightmaremon nodded, "Good. Make sure that I am told the instant either is sighted. Middle is to come to me the moment she gets here. Along with the Oracle."
Youngest nodded. Then a sudden wave of nausea rolled over, and she stumbled. Images flashed into her mind, people, children. Digidestined.
Her companion looked at her, not in concern, but curiosity, "My, whatever is the matter with you?"
She fell to the ground, feeling as if something were sitting on her, trying to push her into the ground. The vampire Digimon calmly sat beside, his cloak spreading out behind him. Slowly, his trademark smile began to appear on his face, "So, this is what happens..."
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Violet stared at the sky as she lay on her back. Inwardly, she said impatiently, 'Yo, V! You there? Hello?'
After a moment's pause, she finally got a response, ~ 'Yes, I'm here. Sorry, but I was a bit busy.' ~
'Doing WHAT? You live in my HEAD! What on Earth could you be doing? ...Oh God, DON'T answer that.'
~ 'Your wish is my command.' ~
'V, my memories had better be whole.'
~ 'Not your memories.' ~
Violet raised an eyebrow in confusion, even though V couldn't really see it, 'Then what.' Her eyes widened as she encountered a distinct memory she could've sworn she'd never had, 'V! YOU SAID NO MEMORIES-'
~ 'No I didn't,' ~ V interrupted, sounding rather haughty, ~ 'I said that it wasn't to do with YOUR memories. MINE, however...' ~
Violet gripped her head in her hands, "Too much information..." she whispered, "Too much information..."
"About what?" asked a voice next to her.
She blinked, before slowly turning her head to see Steve. There followed a long pause as she tried to remember if he'd been there before. After coming to conclusion that he must have appeared out of nowhere in the past three seconds (thus making him a ghost), she did the only possible thing.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!"
Of course, when someone screams and you are maybe thirty centimetres away, you tend to be a bit shocked. So therefore, Steve was in no state to grab Violet before she jumped to her feet, started running down the hill, tripped over, and, to put it nicely, `ceased to run and started to fly`.
After she crash-landed, Steve blinked several times, before looking over at the others. Screaming does tend to attract people, and now all of them were looking down at the crumpled heap. John winced, "That must have hurt."
Mike looked over at Mary; "Does she normally do that?"
"Yes and no, really. Yes, she does do that half the time, but no, not all of the time. The other half is spent chasing after a Lizzie that's just done the same."
Steve sighed as he began to make his way down the hill, "Might as well see if she's OK."
She was. Note the WAS. They met as she came up and he came down, and Violet's reaction wasn't any better; "AAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! THE GHOST!!!!!"
So screaming, she lost her balance and fell backwards. Landing on a rock. There was going to be one mighty big bruise on her body, come the next day. For now, however, she contented herself with muttering swear-words that technically no eleven-year-old should know. But let us keep in mind that this is Violet Davies (current home of V), so really it wasn't that surprising.
Steve sighed, "Violet, I'm not a ghost, OK? I just have a habit of moving quietly. That does not make me a ghost."
"Oh." Needless to say, Violet now became a most admirable shade of red. Then she looked down, "Sorry."
Steve squatted down next to her, "It's OK. I understand that V can make you a little jumpy."
Violet nodded, not really taking in the full meaning of his words. Then they suddenly hit her, and she leapt up, "WHAAAAAAAAAT?"
The boy sighed, before standing up and looking her straight in the eye, "Violet... I know. About V, I mean."
Her mouth fell open, "What? How? I mean."
He grabbed her shoulders and leant closer to her, "Violet, don't worry. That portal I got sucked in to after we beat Switchmon took me to a place called Digimon Limbo. I... I met V there."
"You MET..."
Further up, John was busying himself with a computer, Mary was sketching some Digimon from memory, but Mike was just watching. His eyes narrowed as he saw Steve lean closer to her, 'What does he think he's doing? He-' The boy stopped there, as he realised where his thoughts were leading him. Stubbornly, he turned away, "I'm not going to watch those two because I'm not jealous. I'm simply going to look THIS way..."
Now, at this point, the author would like to point something out. Many things, unless they are fully noticed, lose their impact somewhat. So, at this point, she would like to point something out: At this moment in the story, there are several paths it may take. Steve might've moved closer still to Violet, Mike might have walked away, determined not to look. Who knows?
So, now that we know of these situations, most of which involve emotions, let us continue.
As Mike turned away, no doubt to mutter to himself about Steve, a loud scream filled the air. Then a swirling mass of scales, feathers and hair fell out of nowhere to crash down on the hill.
John blinked, "That was unexpected."
Mary looked down at her knuckles, which were white from gripping the pencil too tightly. "Oh yeah," she agreed, in a voice that was lucky that it was still in the normal scope of hearing.
The mini-whirlwind had crashed into the ground, but it carried on spinning. Bits of fur, hair, feathers and scales flew out, as if the thing was ripping them off. One such scale hit John's computer with surprising speed.
"MY COMPUTER!"
Mike gave him an odd look, "Hello? It's a scale. Not very big on the whole deadly-to-computers thing."
John leaned round to look at the computer where it had been hit, "BLOOD! THERE IS BLOOD ON MY COMPUTER! MY POOR COMPUTER!"
It was at this point that Steve and Violet appeared at the top of the hill (having started their way up when the screaming started). The blonde looked over at his companion, "I don't know about you, but I'm going back down."
Violet just raised an eyebrow, before going to Mary and trying to convince her to let go off the pencil; "Look, it's breaking! Do you have a spare? OK, maybe you do, but..."
Steve sighed, walking over to the swirling mass. Mike joined him there, thanks to performing a similar motion. He raised an eyebrow at the leader, "Any ideas, Jones?"
Strangely enough, this use of his last name did not have the normal effect on Steve (punching him). Instead, he ignored Mike and continued with a trick he'd learnt over time. Specifically, that of moving his eyes in the opposite direction to the way the swirl was moving, to slow it down slightly. He was just able to make out a body, with hands... claws? tearing at itself.
Acting on instinct, something he rarely gave into, he lifted his hands and plunged them in, grabbing onto the first thing they came in contact with. Mike was just forming the words, "What are you doing?" when the mass stopped moving.
Steve was hanging on to what looked like a snake's tail. However, the body it was connected to was not so much snake-like as cat-like, even though there were flashes of scales, feathers and even the odd bit of hair in between the fur. It had an impressive wingspan, easily two, maybe three metres long, but the feathers were interrupted in various places by the stretched skin of a dragon's wings. Its legs had a dragon's muscles, but the lion's fur strained to hold it in place. Its feet were a horrible mixture of a lion's paw, dragon's claws and a bird's talons. It had the trademark claw coming out of the back that belonged to a dragon, but at the front the talons and claws mixed, producing some strange collection of both. And its face. A mixture of a dragon's teeth, lion's head shape and a bird's eyes. Scales, feathers and fur fought for supremacy, whilst thick brown hair tried to grow from it, in between the strange tufts of feathers and a dragon's pointed ears, curving slightly under the lion's influence.
Altogether, it was one of the most warped and twisted creatures ever to exist on any planet, in any universe.
(LM: Sorry that description was so long. The whole idea of that particular Digimon is that if you can't picture it clearly, it loses its effect.)
John's eyes widened, his attention finally leaving his computer, "Now THAT is one warped Digimon."
The Digimon had stopped screaming now, but was now making a noise that sounded like sobbing. Violet glared at it, "For God's sake, shut up! That's no way for a Digimon to act, so stop it!"
It was more proof of the true scariness that was Violet that the Digimon shut up almost instantly. However, her look was like a sad puppy. A sad, warped puppy. The mixture was a rather alarming one.
Steve made a face, "OK, that does it. If strange, warped Digimon that attempt to look like puppies are what we're dealing with now, I resign."
Mike raised an eyebrow, "Hey, Jones, one problem with that: WE can't resign."
"Since when, Carey?"
"Since forever. You never heard anything about Tai or Matt resigning now, did you?"
"Then how come WE'RE the ones here Carey? Hmm? Why us and not them?" Steve dropped the `strange, warped Digimon` and crossed his arms.
Mike frowned, "Jones, would you really ask a bunch of GRANDPARENTS to save the world?"
"Happens all the time. You ever watch the news?"
The raven-haired boy massaged his forehead, "I'm not even going to COMMENT on that..."
"And besides, even if they couldn't, what about their kids? Why us grandkids? Heck, why us particular ones?"
"You just don't believe in destiny and fate, do you?"
"Why should I?" Steve's voice was beginning to get louder, and it was pretty obvious he was getting worked up, "They've never helped me. If anything, they're the ones responsible for every bad thing that's happened to me. You know what one of my earliest memories is?"
"No!" Looked like Steve wasn't the only one getting worked up, "You know why not? Because you don't tell us!"
"Oh, and you do?"
Violet made a strange half-growl, half-moan noise. "Not again. Dear God, not again."
The extremely-warped Digimon looked confused, "...D-Digidestined? But... You're all at the g-gate!" Suddenly it leapt up into the air, and started looking around frantically, "This isn't the Sister World! What's h- happened?"
John raised an eyebrow, looking at it as if for the first time, "`Sister World`? Do you mean that as in Pern and the Red Star, Earth and Mars, or even the perfectly acceptable Earth and the Discworld?"
Mary gave him an odd look, "PERN?"
He gave the sky a despairing look, "You need more culture in your life."
"CULTURE?"
He gave her an odd look, "Are you a girl or an echo?"
There was a long pause, "I would say `ECHO?`, but I wish to reserve some dignity. Instead," she turned to the Digimon, "I will ask you what you mean by `Sister World`."
It whimpered, "The one... with your k-kind. P-people... Without powers or their own bonded D-Digimon..."
Violet stared at it, "Nightmaremon's going to EARTH?"
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Nightmaremon raised an eyebrow at the Digimon in front of him, "You are the Oracle." It wasn't a question.
Her eyes rolled, "I was... I will be..."
"You ARE," he emphasised. Even though her ability to see all times, past, present and future, was useful, he had no time for her confusing tenses.
"Present?"
"For now." Yes, he would want the others later, but for now the present would do.
"...You are an ambitious Digimon. No one before has ever sought to capture us."
He smiled, "That is what sets me above the others. My ambition."
"It will destroy you." He raised an eyebrow. Future tense. This could prove to be useful.
"What will?"
"Your ambition. You seek to emerge from the shadow of the one before you, and for that you will pay the price. Your disciple will kill you."
He chuckled, "My disciple? Why would I have a disciple?"
"Your former self never did."
No more humour now. That last remark had cut deep, "My former self? I have no former self! I am a new Digimon, he is gone forever!" She was pushing his patience, "Blood Thunder!"
He lifted up his hands and blood-red lightning leapt from them, heading straight towards her heart. She just smiled, and lifted a hand, "Apollo's Protection."
A small Sun formed in her palm, before moving forwards and growing larger. The attack smashed against it and dissipated, unable to break through. She smiled, "You hate yourself. Every time you attack, you can feel him. Your attacks are his."
"Shut up!"
"You'll go to the Sister World, of course. Just like he did."
"Be quiet!"
"You'll search for the other Digidestined. Just like he did."
"Silence!"
"Scream all you like. It won't change anything."
Nightmaremon sighed, and then breathed deeply. Then his features settled back into their normal, calm expression, "You may be able to predict the future, Oracle, but it has not happened yet. It is changeable."
She didn't seem worried, "Little details, such as what number of Lycamon you take with you, are subject to change. But the important ones-your fate, your disciple's identity, the Digidestined's fate-will remain as they are."
He smiled, his teeth elongating, and he held out a hand, "Come then, Oracle. Let us see what part you have to play in my fate."
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"Earth?" Steve asked, raising an eyebrow. "Isn't that a little unoriginal?"
Violet smiled, "The same could be said of being a vampire Digimon."
They'd all gathered around the `warped puppy`, and now they were considering the information they'd gleaned from it. "Original or unoriginal," John said decisively, "he's still a threat. We still don't know if he's vulnerable to the same things as traditional vampires."
Mike raised an eyebrow, "Why wouldn't he be?"
Mary grinned, "Well, for starters vampires that are resistant to crosses and such like are a heck of a lot scarier, and secondly, the data that made him might have decided to put in a different weakness. Fire or something."
John glared at her, "Data doesn't think. It is a combination of zeroes and ones, designed to construct more complex things that possess artificial intelligence."
There was a very, very long pause.
"Huh?" Steve, Mike and Violet all had strangely similar looks of confusion on their faces.
Mary rolled her eyes, "As far as I can tell, he meant that data's nothing but zeroes and ones, and therefore cannot think. It's a bit like Britney Spears, but with numbers instead of awful notes."
Steve blinked, "Whoa, let's get this straight. You can understand what he just said?"
Her mouth fell open, "Er... Yeah... I did..."
Violet grinned, "Ladies and gentlemen: We have translator!"
Mike raised an eyebrow, "Ladies and gentlemen: We have bad grammar!"
Steve groaned, "Ladies and gentlemen: Please shut up!"
Mike glared at him, "Steve, it's just a bit of fun."
"Oh, oh sure. This is a GREAT time to be mucking around. There's a vampire Digimon on the loose, we have a warped puppy here, the said vampire is going to go to our world-"
He might have gone on in this vein for quite some time, but luckily the warped puppy spoke, not realising it had interrupted, "I'm not meant to be here. I'm meant to be there..."
John raised an eyebrow, "Yeah, you said."
It didn't seem to hear him, "I'm meant to be helping the search for the sixth..."
Mary leant forwards, "What? Sixth what?"
"...Digidestined."
They all exchanged glances. Then Violet crossed her arms, "What do you mean when you say `A Sixth Digidestined `?"
Steve smiled, "Ever seen Power Rangers? There's always a sixth one." They all turned and gave him very odd looks, "What?"
No response.
"What?"
Nothing.
"WHAT?"
Zip. Zero. Nada.
"LOOK, MY SISTER LIKES THE SHOW, OK? IT'S NOT LIKE I TUNE IN EVERY WEEK OR ANYTHING!"
Mike grinned, "Oh, it's alright, we understand." There was a pause, "Fanboy."
"I AM NOT A FANBOY!"
Violet developed an identical smile to Mike's, "Who do you think should lead then? The Power Rangers, I mean?"
This seemed to shut Steve up. Then he appeared to think, "Either Frog-boy or Billy."
John leant a bit closer to Mary, "`Frog-boy`?"
She smiled, "I think he means the Black Power Ranger. He rides around in a frog-shaped thing."
"...This is considered normal?"
"To them, yes. To us, it just sounds and looks silly."
Mike just pointed at Steve, "Fanboy, fanboy!"
"Shut it!" Steve balled his hands into fists.
Violet leant over to Mary, "You think we can get warped-puppy-mon to attack us?"
Mary gave her an odd look, "Why would we want it to?"
"Two reasons: One, it's been a while since the last fight and if we ever got made into a TV show, this would be very boring, and b, it'll shut those two up."
John frowned, "Don't you mean one and two? Or a and b?"
Violet glared at him, "Shut up." Then she bent down next to the `warped- puppy-mon`, "I say, could you please attack us?"
It just blinked at her, its expression a mixture of that weird moping-puppy look and simple confusion, "W-What?"
"Could you please attack us?"
Now it looked very scared, "Y-You want me to attack you? Why? Do you j-just want to k-kill me?"
John tapped Violet on the shoulder, "Let me try." Then he bent down so that he was at eye-level with the Digimon, "Well, I suppose you don't have to. I mean, sure Nightmaremon will probably kill you because you're in the perfect position but you're not doing anything, but..."
"N-Nightmaremon?"
He crossed his fingers behind his back, 'I hope this works.' Then he smiled, "Don't worry. It'll probably be quick... Wait, this is Nightmaremon. So. It'll be slow and painful."
Its eyes widened. Then it leapt up and arched its back, cat style, "Scale Shot!"
Several scales shot off its back, heading right at John. He ducked, muttering, "I will never know why I did that."
Steve was just in the middle of a very detailed insult when he heard the attack. He turned around, "What the..."
Mike's mouth dropped open, "It's attacking us?"
It turned towards them and leapt into the sky, "Warped Claw!" It brought its strange `claw` down, diving towards the two boys. Firepentmon frowned.
"Firepentmon digivolve to Serpentmon! Eye Fire!" His eyes glowed and fire shot out of them, whamming the warped-puppy-mon to the floor.
Steve turned towards John, "OK, I give up with the whole `warped-puppy` thing. What IS that thing?"
Still crouching, John pulled out his computer and started typing, "For starters, it's a she. Her name's Warpmon and it shows in her warped appearance. She attacks with Warped Claw, and with Warp Factor 9 she can travel at twice the speed of light." He rolled his eyes, "Guess that answers the question of whether the Digiworld has the same natural laws as Earth or not."
Pearlmon grinned, "Finally, a little action. Pearlmon digivolve to Flakemon!"
Warpmon weaved between the two snake Digimon, "Lioness' Hunt!" Her claws started glowing as she swept a paw at Serpentmon, bared her teeth and moved in for the kill.
Mike's eyes widened, "Serpentmon!" His crest started glowing.
"Serpentmon digivolve to WingSerpentmon!"
WingSerpentmon batted Warpmon away with a wing, straight towards Flakemon. However, instead of blasting her, the other snake Digimon just swung her tail around and hit Warpmon back to him. He did the same, and they were soon having fun playing a spot of Warpmon tennis. Who said Digimon can't have fun?
Mary raised an eyebrow, "Violet, you have a lot to answer for."
Steve started massaging his forehead, "That does it, I'm going nuts. An Ultimate and a Champion Digimon are playing tennis with another Digimon. Any moment now someone will start randomly singing Busted or something."
Violet grinned, "You want me to? I know the words."
Mike pointed at her, "Now that's weird."
"Weirder than knowing all the lyrics to the Beauty and the Beast musical?"
John groaned, "Don't tell me..."
Violet waved her hands, "Don't worry! Mary's the one who knows them, not me!"
At this point, Warpmon interrupted with finally breaking free of the tennis match, "Eagle Wing!" She swung around using her wings to hit Flakemon away.
"Flakemon!" Violet cried, "OK, that does it." She took on a position strangely similar to Superman's trademark one, only she had her eyes closed, "Violet digimorph to... to..." She opened one eye, "Bother. There goes that Moon again."
Mary looked at her own Digimon, "You fancy helping instead?"
Jewelmon grinned, "Sure!" She leapt into the air, "Jewelmon digivolve to Diamondmon!"
John turned towards Mythicmon, "Aaaaaaand that would be the cue for some back-up."
"Mythicmon digivolve to Phoenixomon!"
Snowmon sighed, "You want me to join in too?"
Steve shook his head, "It's best if we keep someone back. I know she's just the one Digimon, but she keeps pulling out powers that could count against us."
Snowmon nodded, before turning towards the battle to watch.
Flakemon had, by now, recovered, and was joining in with Diamondmon and Phoenixomon to draw Warpmon's fire. WingSerpentmon's eyes narrowed as he aimed at her now unprotected back, "Flaming Barrage!" Fire shot out of each of his wings again and again, hammering Warpmon out of the sky and into the ground.
"Flame Wheel!"
"Diamond Strike!"
"Phoenix Fire!"
"Flame Wing!"
There was a flash of light, then she disintegrated, the wind blowing her data away. The Digimon de-digivolved, each going to their respective partner.
Violet grinned sheepishly at Pearlmon, "I'm sorry I couldn't help you. That whole `You can't digimorph for a couple of days before a full moon` thing is really getting on my nerves."
Mike put his hand on her shoulder, "Hey, it isn't your fault. Your Digimon just happens to be a night-time one. It's pretty powerful then, so it sort of makes up for it."
Mary clapped her hands together and her eyes went starry, "Aw, aren't you two cute?"
Violet raised her eyebrows, "Meaning?"
"You, him. You've got such cute chemistry."
Mike narrowed his eyes, "Mary, I don't like hitting girls, OK? However, I'm pretty certain Violet is perfectly fine with it, and will do so if you don't shut up."
Mary seemed to consider this. Then Violet lifted a fist, and she quickly turned around, "So, Steve, how..." She trailed off, as her mind registered the fact that Steve was no longer standing there.
John blinked, "Where is he? And, whilst we're at it, where's Snowmon?"
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Blizzardmon narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to keep sight of Warpmon's data, "Tell me one more time why we're doing this?"
Steve glanced down at the ground, deciding that he much preferred flying in an aeroplane to flying on a very slippery Digimon, "I want to know where Primary Village is, and WingSerpentmon said that that was where a Digimon's data went when it died. So, if we follow Warpmon's, it should lead us there."
Blizzardmon sighed, "I guess he really unsettled you."
The blonde blinked, "Huh? Who?"
"WingSerpentmon. You've been acting really weird since we met him."
He closed his eyes, "I don't know."
Blizzardmon heard something and turned his head to look behind, "OK, let's drop it for now. The others are coming after us, albeit on the ground." Something clicked in his mind, "Hey, is that why you asked me not to digivolve? So that you could follow Warpmon's data?"
"Am I that transparent?"
The Digimon shook his head, turning back towards the front, "It was only because of the way they were following that I realised."
Steve was just wondering what he was meant to say in response when he noticed Warpmon's data start to descend, "Blizzardmon..."
The ice-beast Digimon nodded, "I'm on it. Hold on."
His Digidestined was about to respond with a sarcastic comment about already holding on when Blizzardmon suddenly started to dive down, in an almost vertical descent.
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAA!!!!!!! BLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIZZAAAAAAAARDMOOOOOOOON!!!!!!!!! SLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW DOOOOOOOWN!!!!!!!!!!!"
His Digimon did not seem to hear him though, and his last relatively calm thoughts were to do with the strange village it looked like they were about to crash into, 'It's PINK...'
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Mike growled, "Damn blonde... Just going off like that... I should-"
However, the Digidestined on the ground never did find out what Mike should do, since it was at this point that Blizzardmon started his dive and Steve started his yells. Mike blinked, before he started running towards where they had plummeted to. He ignored Mary's rather indignant scream behind him.
"Hey! Mike! Not all of us are athletes, you know! Will you just slow down?"
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He found Steve sitting in the middle of a strangely bouncy road/street/pathway/thing. The blonde was staring ahead with a look of horror on his face.
Mike made an attempt to start a conversation so that he could start yelling, "You alive then?"
Steve just stared.
Mike tried again, "It's...er...very pink."
"Pink..."
"Yeah," Mike nodded, "Very very pink."
"...Pink..."
Blizzardmon dropped down from a large tower of what looked like those weird cubes that nearly every baby has and knocks over, "Any idea what's wrong with him? He's been like this for the last five minutes."
The active boy shrugged, "I dunno. He probably just doesn't like pink. It's not a very macho colour."
His crest glowed, ^ "He might just have unpleasant baby memories. Pink is a very baby colour." ^
Mike considered this, "Nah. I think mine was more appropriate."
This comment seemed to snap Steve out of it... in a way, "Pink...egotistical maniac...pink..."
It was at this point Violet managed to reach them, albeit panting, "Now there's...a mental image...I'd rather...not have. Unless... you're feel...ling very secure...in your... mascu-thingy."
Mike raised an eyebrow at her, "`Mascu-thingy`?"
She shrugged, "I dunno...do I?"
Now Mary made her entrance, dragging John behind her, and with the Digimon following, "Huh? What?"
Mike pointed at Steve with both hands, "Blondie's having an... INTERESTING reaction to the colour scheme."
At this point Steve would have probably said the colour again, but Mike's comment seemed to have shut him up. Then he muttered, "Blondie?"
Mike nodded, pleased that he was finally getting somewhere, "Yeah. Blondie."
"Blondie?" This was slightly louder.
"Yep."
Steve narrowed his eyes, "What, just because I'm blonde you call me that?"
"Well...yes."
The blonde pushed himself to his feet, before turning around and glaring at Mike, "So just because I'm blonde you call me Blondie?"
The opposing boy blinked, "Well... It would be the standard nickname for blondes."
Steve poked him, "Ah-ha! You think that all blondes should have the same nickname since it is the standard one, and therefore you think that all people are standard!"
"Huh?"
"So therefore you are stereotyping!"
"What?" Mike was very confused by now, "What the heck are you talking about?"
"And therefore you are no better than other people like racists and such- like, who are themselves very much like child-abusers, and therefore you are like a-"
WHAM!
Steve was knocked to the floor. Mike glared down at him, "I am NOT a child- abuser."
The currently-lying-on-the-floor boy was silent for few seconds with shock, before looking up, "And I'm not a dumb blonde."
"I couldn't tell."
"Will you two please be quiet?" A Digimon leapt between the two, "you're disturbing the babies."
It was shaped in a similar way to one of the big cats, like lions or tigers, but otherwise it bared them little resemblance. Its main colour was red, with a white belly and purple stripes in various places. One stripe started at its nose, with was two slits, like a snake, and ended at the fan of feathers that was its tail. Its ears were long and curved down, folding along its neck, with a purple blob at the tip of each. The tail feathers were red with a purple stripe going up the middle of each, and they were long enough to reach the ground. Two stripes went around each of its legs, and its claws were long and sharp. Its eyes were large and blue, and its teeth were like a shark's, only not so many.
It turned around so that it was watching all of the Digidestined, "I am Thunramon, and you are trespassing on Primary Village. If you do not leave right now, I will be forced to use my Electric Shock to make you do so."
Violet blinked, "Well, bang goes that theory about being a Digidestined making every Digimon trust you."
Mary waved her hands in front of herself frantically, "Wait, you don't want to kill us! We're here to help!"
"In that case, why are you here and not somewhere where you CAN help?"
John raised an eyebrow, "Like where?"
Thunramon rolled his eyes, "Now, let me think... How about FIGHTING NIGHTMAREMON?"
Mike slapped his forehead in mock-amazement, "Of course! How obvious! Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because you're a twit."
"Shut it Steve."
Mary walked up to Thunramon and squatted down so that she was at eye-level with him, "Look, Thunramon, we'll go once we've had a look around, OK? This guy, " she waved a hand at Mike, "he's got a Digimon in his crest who lost the way. He promised to get them here, so can he at least drop him off? Then we'll go."
Whilst she was saying this, her voice achieved that tone where it sounds like you should be talking to five-year-olds who won't put down their favourite blanket or are threatening to flush your make-up down the toilet.
The Digimon did his version of raising an eyebrow, "A Digimon who got lost? Now that's rare." He seemed to consider what to do, "Any of you any good at puzzles?"
Violet blinked and looked slightly dizzy, "Whoa. Feel that random subject change."
John looked round at the others, "Well... I guess I'm OK... In that I tend to be right, but..."
Mary turned round to look at him, "John, if I asked you how confident you are, would you answer `not very`?"
He nodded, "My Mum has a lot of fun analysing it."
Steve wondered what he meant by that, but just mentally filed it away in the drawer marked `Things to ask John`.
Thunramon stepped forward, "In that case, I'll let you in as long as he gives me a hand with a puzzle."
John smiled slightly nervously, "I'll do my best."
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Mike stood in the middle of a rather large field covered in large, variously-coloured eggs, "I really don't want to know what sort of bird spits these out."
^ "Well, first the data-" ^ WingSerpentmon started.
The boy gripped his head, "I said I DIDN'T want to know!"
Steve tutted, "He doesn't shut up when you tell him to? What a disobedient Digimon, maybe you should spank him!"
Mike gave an odd look, "You spank him."
^ "Aaaaaaaand on that note I am going to leave. Thanks for everything." ^ As the Digimon said this, a bluey-green light began to emit from Mike's crest. It focused into a small ball of light, which then began to move off over the field.
Leaving behind a mad blonde still talking about spanking and corporal punishment (and something about medieval catapults), Mike started to follow the light, picking up the pace it did. Thankfully though, he didn't crush any of the eggs.
Once it had reached a relatively clear space, it began to shoot down and form an egg. Then the light faded, leaving behind a light-blue egg with darker green triangles covering it. Mike knelt down in front of it, and rested one hand on it, "Goodbye WingSerpentmon."
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Mary picked up a Digi-egg, "You remember how to hatch these?"
Violet shrugged, just repeating what V told her, "You rub the eggs, thus warming them up, enabling them to de-digivolve faster and therefore hatch faster."
The black-haired gave her an odd look, "`De-digivolve faster`? `Therefore`? Are you possessed or something?"
Violet blinked, "Er... Nooooo... Certainly not... Whatever gave you that idea?"
~ 'Oh, smooth Violet. Real smooth.' ~
'Shut up.'
Mary looked at her for a bit longer, before giving up and turning back to the egg, "OK, it's something to do." She commenced rubbing, but glanced up at Violet every now and then, 'What's with her? She was never this weird at home. What's happened?'
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John blinked, "This is your puzzle? An egg?"
Thunramon nodded at the feathers pictured on it, "No egg has that elaborate a design. Whatever it is, it isn't normal. It's... It's like a seal. I've heard the Digimon inside trying to get out from time to time. For whatever weird reason, someone wanted to make sure they didn't get out."
The computer worshipper stroked his chin in the way he did when he was thinking, "Maybe whoever put it there wanted to make sure something had happened first. Maybe only the right person or Digimon can take it off."
The thunder Digimon considered this, "I guess that's possible. In fact... Can I see your crest for a second?"
"Why?"
"I just want to check a hunch."
Giving him a weird look, John took off his tag and held it out so that Thunramon could see the crest inside. The Digimon blinked, "Hey, isn't that the same as..."
The boy sighed and nodded, "Izzy's? Yeah. I'm not sure how that happened, but I guess it's just one of those things."
Thunramon decided to just let it go, and turned back to the egg, "OK, this might just be the mad ramblings of a Digimon, but now I've seen another..."
John raised his eyebrows, "What?"
"...I think the seal on the egg is also a crest."
There was a pause, before the boy took on his thinking pose again, "You know, yesterday that would have sounded mad, but now... I think you're right."
"Really?"
He nodded, "Yeah. The sixth Digimon and the sixth crest for the sixth Digidestined."
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Nightmaremon smiled, his teeth lengthening as he lifted the knife. There were two ways of opening this gate, both to do with Knowledge. According to the translated version of the writing on the wall, the way to open the gate was `either through light or through blood`. Well, he was a vampire Digimon, and therefore not such a big fan of light. But blood... He understood blood all right.
The Oracle stiffened as the knife slashed through her arm. Blood began to seep out, mixed with data, like all Digimon's. Nightmaremon, resisting the urge to drink it all, to drink her dry, grabbed the injured arm and held it over the channel he had chosen. The inch deep and inch wide ditches ran all over the floor, all finishing at the gate.
The blood ran along the selected one, flowing into the others, spreading out across the room. The vampire Digimon smiled as he watched, still holding her arm firm. It would have been far nicer to see all of the blood coming from the actual holder of Knowledge, but to attempt to kidnap him would have been far too bothersome. No, there was a time and a place for everyone's blood to be spilt, and right now it was the Oracle's.
When every channel had been filled, the blood began to glow. It began to rise out of the channels, covering the whole room in the eerie light-purple light. Denying any natural laws, it began to run up the gate, covering it in the brightening glow. Then the gate began to open, exposing pure white light. Then it began to turn red, as did the blood.
Finally, the red light parted, showing grass... The grass of another world.
Nightmaremon threw the Oracle to the ground, along with the knife. Then he turned to the four Digimon standing behind him, "Youngest, stay here. Guard the gate. If they're going to return to the pitiful planet that they came from, I want them to work for it."
The Warpmon, now recovered from the strange sickness, nodded and left.
"Middle, Eldest, you're coming with me. Oh, and Eldest, try to remember that you've been demoted for your failure. No acting as though you're the most important Digimon here."
The two other Warpmon went in the same direction as their `sister`, the larger one looking as though her version of Christmas was cancelled for the next century or so.
"Victormon, your arm's coming off."
As the strange humanoid moved to secure his appendage, Nightmaremon gave him his instructions, "Stay in the middle of Groups two and three. I don't want that ray damaged. If it is, I'll be removing your head. Permanently, this time."
Done with his fixing, the Digimon winced and hobbled off.
Nightmaremon smile widened as the legions of Lycamon became completely visible to him, "My brothers. This is a dark day for the forces of good. Now we shall strike a blow to the hearts of the Digidestined. Now comes the time of the night!"
The Lycamon began howling and barking, encouraged by their lord's speech. Nightmaremon made no attempt to stop them, but turned back towards the open gate.
"I'll have fun in your world, Digidestined," he whispered.
NOW THAT NIGHTMAREMON HAS GAINED ACCESS TO EARTH, WILL THE DIGIDESTINED BE ABLE TO STOP HIM? AND JUST WHO IS THE SIXTH DIGIDESTINED? FIND OUT ON THE
NEXT DIGIMON: DIGITAL MONSTERS!
Author's Notes: Typical. Every time I think I've written the longest Digimon episode I've ever done, I beat it the very next time round. And just so I can keep track, this was 2o pages long. 20! This is getting out of hand. I can remember a time long long ago (in a galaxy far far away) when a naïve young writer thought that she was never going to beat 10 pages (Moon Dragon). I've come a long way, no?
So... Few notes. Lycamon are what the WereWolvermon used to be called, before I got Alan W on my tail about unoriginal Digimon. And whilst we're on that track, two things to say to Alan which others might be interested in: You see in the conversation between the Oracle and Nightmaremon why he's so like Myotismon, so please no bugging me about it, and yes, two ideas of yours ARE used here (namely Victormon and the Power Rangers quote). Incidentally, anyone want to guess what type of Digimon Victormon is? It'd be interesting to see what you think.
I know I can be kinda annoying in my stories, like only calling her `the Oracle` when she has a full, Digimon name. This is because 1) I think too much about my stories, and 2) It'd be no fun if I told you everything at once. Plus I like getting on your nerves. #grins#
Since it's been a while, here's an update on disclaimers: Digimon, Power Rangers, Buffy (mentioned in the last episode), the Dragonriders of Pern, Discworld, Britney Spears (thank God), Beauty and the Beast (story, musical or film), Busted, Superman, Star Wars, PG Wodehouse (Challenge: Guess where the reference or whatever it is to him) or any of the many CDs I listened to whilst writing this. I do own my Digidestined and pretty much anything you don't really recognised. I would also like to confirm my right to the idea of Digimon de-digivolving inside their eggs, and the fact that Digimon bleed data as well as blood.
Well, I'd better shut up now. So here is one last thing, since I've given up on the quotes because I never manage to get them all in: I know I never seem to update. I am evil in that sense. This time round I had several problems: A change in computer, so I didn't have the stories for a bit, a highly addictive computer game, Spider Solitaire and Paint. And the Internet, but that's always there. So, I throw myself on your mercy. #does so, remembering a tad too late that your mercy is rather sharp#
...Medic...
Lady Moon