Dark Reflections: The Unreal Evil

by Creedogmon

edited by Godeerc VanDrey

Category: Digimon

Genre: Fantasy, Action/Adventure

Rating: PG-13 (It's not all rainbows and unicorns, if you know what I mean)

Language: English

Summery: Christopher baby-sits Virginia. They are visited.

A/N: I've started to notice, as I do each subsequent chapter, that the summaries begin to sound the same, so I put very little and the reader already knows what's going to happen. It makes it kind of convenient, but leaves no room for surprise.


Chapter 7: The Unreal Evil

Six down, I think as I enter my house after the basketball game. Me, Matt, Phillip, Daniel, Justine, and Anna.

I also want to think "three to go," but I fear that I should not. I could always hope that the previous one could be the last one. But that may be hoping too much at one time. I still pray that we would not be faced by yet another evil clone of ourselves. We always win, but I've still yet to figure out why they are even clones attacking us. Of course, I should first ask why I've been given supernatural powers from a place that a few short months ago, I believed only existed in on television.

February, for example, only has 28 days.

At home, I am greeted by my cat, who rubs against my leg. Edgy, I almost call upon my power, but I back off. Can never be too careful, I think. As I get ready for bed, Katmondu takes his place at the foot of the bed. I might as well have a dog. Well…

: : :

"Sure, Mrs. Frend, I'd love to baby-sit Virginia."

I'm actually glad I get to baby-sit her. There's always the chance her evil twin will come after her and she won't be able to defend herself. I figure the more time I spend with her, the better. I write the information down to put into my calendar, seeing that I have mindlessly doodled the Crest of Innocence on the notepad.

: : :

Diana, in the privacy of her own room, strums mindless on her guitar, reading the newspaper lying flatly on her bed. She throws the local section away, onto the ground, which only contains the front page, picks up the sports, scans it with her eyes before flipping the page, and then lowers her brow.

"Westwood Must Replace Bleachers" the headline reads. Diana grabs a highlighter from her nightstand and marks a passage: "Fire damage to the bleachers was found. Police believe it may have been arson, but no indication of foul play was found. Other theories suggest that it may be linked to unauthorized smoking…"

Diana cuts this out of the paper and puts it atop another cutout, highlight newspaper article with a picture of a park on the front. Both are lying squarely on top of a straightened pack of notebook paper. She looks at Hawkmon, quietly sleeping on her dresser, then to a picture on her dresser. It is of her, Christopher VanDrey, and a few other kids at an amusement park on a band trip.

"Let me in…," she whispers. Her eyes scan her neat room and she sighs.

: : :

I ring the doorbell to the Frends' house, and Mrs. Frend answers the door. Virginia comes scrambling to grab my leg. "She been excited all day, Christopher," I'm told with a smile.

Mrs. Frend runs through the usual spiel, "There's food in the pantry and drinks in the refrigerator. I'll be home around nine. She's had her bath. Try to get her into be about seven-thirty or eight…" I know the drill and half-listen until she's out the door, still giving me instructions.

Virginia is a savior of many worlds. She has a great power within her to defeat even the vilest of demons. She can harness the power of the very sun that heats worlds millions of miles away from it and gives life to an entire planet. She wants to play tea party, so we do.

Tea party lasts about seven minutes, unless you don't count the last two minutes when Virginia looked outside and begins to formulate the thought in her head: "Let's go play outside!" So we do.

It's a nice spring day. Summer is only about a month away, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, the temperature is reaching for seventy-five degrees. Virginia runs around, playing with her ball, her plastic car, the flowers, the dirt, the sand, and a grasshopper, all in about the same twenty minutes. She has already decided that our next activity will be to run around her house until one of us collapses. After two laps, it's clear that I'm the most likely candidate. For lunch today, I had a thick sandwich, a handful of chips, a container of apple sauce, cookies, and a cup of milk. I understand that Virginia had six bites of macaroni and cheese, one and half carrot sticks, and six ounces of apple juice. She is nearly passing me by the fourth lap. Granted, I would have been three times as fast as she was when we started, but now, I'm being lapped by a person whose legs aren't even twelve inches long. I finally fall over on the front lawn on the fifth lap.

Virginia giggles and grabs my nose, then sits on me. In a nasally voice, I playfully ask her, "Do you ab mah nozh?"

Suddenly, I hear a blood-curdling scream. I pick Virginia, put her behind me, and look forward. Someone is running up. I can tell from the hair that it's a girl. It's Jessica. She all scratched up, sweaty, and running at breakneck speed. As she nears us, I see what she's running from: the Defender. The blue and white tiger is hot on her tail, and quickly catching up.

"Entrapment of Blizzard!" a harsh voice calls. A snowy blast reaches near Jessica, but melts away.

As Jessica comes within a few feet of me, the tiger pounces. I jump up and pull her out of the way. If I couldn't already tell from the behavior, the darker gray-blue color of the stripes and lusterless white fur told me that this wasn't my cat's Power Form. Quickly recovering from his pounce, he jumps toward us again.

"Protection of Mist!" I cry. The blast knocks him forward. "What happened?" I ask quickly, almost ordering.

"I had a vision. I saw him, the Assailant of… Wile, the vision said, attacking Virginia, so I came here. I met him on the way."

"That's strange. Why didn't he go after Katmondu? I wasn't even home to help him. I was afraid that Virginia here… Virginia!" I glance around.

"Kitty!" the sweet voice cries. My heart drops. She walking towards the tiger, hands outstretched. The Assailant kneels, muscles taunt for his next jump. Like a spring, he lunges forward. Before Virginia even starts to cry, he is knocked sideways by a blue blur, the Defender. He hisses and growls loudly, and the calls are returned. They attack, biting each other's necks. I realize that Katmondu has no idea that he's hurting himself, and it clearly confused by the pain.

"On three," I tell Jessica, who is dressed in her dark fuchsia-colored robes and I in my turquoise-colored ones.

"Protection of Mist!"

"Reality of Illusion!"

The twin blasts strike the darker Assailant, who dissolves after falling to a heap on the ground. Katmondu returns, his form gone. His fur is bloody, and he runs behind the Frends' house. His DigiDestinedness may have made him more loyal, but he is still not an iota wiser than a normal cat. We comfort the crying Virginia, who quickly calms down and is ready to play some more.

"So," a strange, womanly voice beckons, "if it isn't the beautiful, naïve Angel."

We jerk around and behold a glowing sphere. It is a putrid dark yellow. Inside, barely visible, is Virginia's clone. It is not fair to call her that. She looks like neither Virginia nor the Angel. She is the height of the Angel, but nothing more. He hair is limp and ash-colored. Her eyes are hollow and gray. Her dress is like the Angel's, but tattered and worn. Her skin is visibly rough, the very antithesis of Virginia.

Ready, Jessica and I stand off, protecting Virginia from herself. In a sinister and mockingly dull voice, it tells us, "Why, hello, I see you got rid of the Assailant. I can't say that I'm surprised. Anyway, I am the Advocate of Guile. Yes, the one my hero, Devimon, spoke of. He was like a father to me. Until you killed him." The Advocate gives us the evil eye, clearly infuriated. "Corruption of Sunlight…" she only breathes.

I brace myself, as does Jessica, but the attack is not sudden. Instead, the spherical capsule of the Advocate clouds up and begins to emit light bending waves, which turn smoky gray. It touches the pavement, which begins to crack. It touches the grass, which immediately withers. We put our defense auras up, again bracing ourselves. The smoke touches our auras. Mine splatters away and Jessica's fades. Surprised, we fall back and scoot back. Jessica screams. I see why: the attack is touching her leg. He foot falls to the side, as if her ankle was broken and the ankle itself is now torn and bloody. I pull her back. From the ground, I attack, but very little of the attack reaches the Advocate's shield. Just then Virginia walks forward into the gray. I get up to pull her away, but it's too late… or is it? Virginia's shield instinctively encases her, and the gray moves away from her.

The Angel begins to float towards the Advocate. The gleeful voice calls out, "Purity of Sunlight."

I try to get up, but my hands become mangled with excruciating pain when I reach forward. Holding them to my chest, I fall over, tears falling down my face. I can no more tell Virginia that her own attacks will hurt herself than I can Katmondu. I turn over to my side, trying to watch Virginia, too weak to talk.

She glows brightly. The sunlight pushes away the gray smoke. "Nice trick, Angel, but let's see you get by this! Corruption of Sunlight!" A wispy tail of glowing blackness reaches toward the Angel, before lunging forward, piercing Virginia's aura. I squint, watching the vine arch back like a snake before darting forward at Virginia's heart. I hear a sizzle and cringe.

I hear Virginia coughing up a storm. I don't want to watch, but I am helpless not to move. Virginia isn't coughing. The Advocate is. I can barely see because Virginia is glowing so brightly. Her aura finally shatters and a large form appears. It is not the small fairy-like angel. It is a tall, featureless feminine form. Huge, gold-tipped white wings are attached her back. The rest of her body practically glows with light, making the surface invisible. Long, honey colored hair reaches down to her knees. White eyes that could only be Virginia's grace her face.

"Purity of Sunlight," the voice chants, echoing, completely feminine, but much more mature the former Angel's child-like speech. Like in the DigiWorld, a blinding light appears, but this time, I feel lightheaded. I can almost swear that I don't feel my body anymore. There is a brief sizzling which I expect to be the Advocate's demise. An inexplicable joy fills me. I look for Jessica, but find myself without a neck to turn or eyes to see. But I can strongly sense Jessica, not with my aura, but with my mind. Though I cannot see, the presence around me is yellow. It turns a mystical shade of purple. The purple of the Sister. I have a vision, which I innately know I am sharing with Jessica and Virginia.

It is a field, but the grass is blurry. There is green for miles around, up to the horizon, which is pink and red in permanent dusk. I get the sense that I am seeing things from far above, because I see several figures on the ground, but they are almost indistinguishable. There are about a dozen of them, animals, I think. They seem to be in some formation. Something floating, an angel, very similar to form Virginia is in now, is surrounded by several circles of creatures.

I don't get to look at all of them. The vision ends quickly, and I find myself, lying on the lawn. I stretch, feeling wonderful. My muscles are relaxed, my breathing slow, and it's as if I'm just waking up after a long sleep. I test my heartbeat to make sure I'm still alive. I am. My heart is beating a slightly slower pace, but beating profoundly. Endorphins surge through my veins. When Katmondu comes up to me, injury free, rubbing against my side, I notice the slushy trail across his back along with the white streak. One more thing to explain to Mom. All the blood is gone from his fur. I notice that my hands are healed, as is Jessica's foot. Jessica is lying beside me, "Wow; that was the nicest-feeling vision I've ever had. They usually double my heartbeat and make my muscles sore. Quite refreshing change if I do say so myself." I see that she is still recovering from lethargy as she tells me this.

Virginia is giggling, running around in the grass. I grab her, looking for the glowing halo of hair or the glowing rings around her aquamarine pupils. They are absent. I feel her crest in a pocket. It is glowing brightly.

Mrs. Frend drives up in the driveway. "Hey, Christopher, did you have a good time?" I look around to Jessica. I shouldn't have friends over, world-saving to do or not. To my relief, I see her running behind the backyard out of the corner of my eye.

"We did a whole lot," I say, meaning our adventures, but hoping to mean the plethora of activities Virginia felt like doing today.

"Oh? Did Virginia give you your money's worth?"

"More than…" I joke.

"Jay-ah…" Virginia mumbles.

"Who's Jay-ah?"

"Jessica," I say, regretting it immediately.

Picking up Virginia, Mrs. Frend asks her, "Did Christopher have girls over?"

I almost faint when Virginia nods at her mom. "Yes?" Mrs. Frend says, laughing.

"We didn't. We played 'Who dat?' with the TV. Jessica Simpson was on."

"Oh, I see."

Close call.

"What's going on down here?" Mrs. Frend asks, pulling Virginia's crest from her pocket, which Virginia immediately reaches for, and gets from her mother.

"Her necklace thing? We found it in her jewelry box. I guess it's one of those necklaces that absorb body heat. Virginia seems to have a lot of energy."

"That she does, though I'm not sure I remember it. Well, I guess she does get a lot of strange jewelry," she replies, accepting my "hypothesis," which of course is a lie.

Virginia waves good-bye to me, and for a moment, her eyes glow and the halo appears.

: : :

When I get home, my mom tells me I have a call from Jessica.

"How'd she get home so fast?" I wonder, aloud, misfortunately.

"Why is that?" I'm asked by Mom. Uh-oh, think, Christopher!

"She has volleyball practice on Saturdays."

: : :

"J.J.?"

"Yeah, Christopher, it's me." Jessica's voice comes through the line.

"What's up?"

"I'm the only one left."

I'd yet to figure that out, but I reply with a monotone, "Yeah?"

"Well, to say the least, I'm scared."

"You'll get by. Someone will be there."

Jessica sighs loudly, and her voice almost cracks, "How do I know?"

"Destiny," is the only thing all I can reply.

"I don't want to rely too much on that."

"Okay," I say, not accepting that, but continue nonetheless, "Did you notice that Virginia was able to defeat the Advocate by herself?"

"Since when do toddlers have evil sides?"

I mentally hit myself for not figuring that out yet, but reply with a joke, "Most parents would disagree with that statement."

She laughs, but is soon serious, "Remember that vision?"

"Not very well."

"Well, I do. Let me tell you about it. Angel in the middle. Like the one we saw Virginia turn into. Surrounded by several animals. Two of them were the Defender and the Patron."

"And the others?"

"In that first sort of triangle around the angel, the Defender, a fox… she-fox, and a… panther. There was something below the angel. I want to say a spider. There was also the Patron on the far side outside that, toward the slope of the hill. A dark blue nightingale and a red parrot side-by-side above the first circle. And above them, there was… oh, something, I don't remember. Well, anyway, on that outside circle, in sort of a triangle were the last three beasts: towards the north was a falcon. To west-southwest was a grizzly bear. And to the east-southeast was a rattlesnake. At least I think it was those animals."

"Twelve…"

"Yeah, twelve… Why?"

"There's nine Power DigiDestined and two Digimon DigiDestined. That's only eleven. Where's our twelfth ally?"

"You got me. I mean, who's to say… I just get the visions."

"Okay, bye."

"Bye, Christopher…"

"We don't get that station…"

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A/N: Duh-dada-dah! Dadada-dah! And so the clock ticks ever so much more. We've got two parts left, and four days till I go back to school. So much excitement, I can barely handle it! It makes me wonder if there is actually people who are waiting at the edge of their seats for the next part, or if it's just me.

(Sonriso) - Well, I for one, am waiting at the edge of my seat. Who knows what Sonriso will say next after Creedog gets done with all his overdone intros, stories, and author's notes? Hey, vanity is not a sin!