Under the circumstances, I've decided to heck with proofreading. -_-;;
I'm lucky to just a get chapter posted *period* these days.
Part 25:
"Nat?" De Brabant rubbed the back of his head as he tried to rouse himself to wakefulness, "How's the party going?"
Her frantic voice got his heart to start its slow beat faster than if he'd had a stake suddenly shoved up his nose.
Nicholas listened anxiously as Nat related her predicament: stalled on a deserted residential street with an unconscious Wizardmon and a demented bat mutation from hell just outside heckling her and brandishing nasty- looking hypodermics that just appeared in his claws! He looked at the clock and grimaced when its digital numbers informed him that sunset was still over a half hour away. If he ventured out now he'd suffer horrendous burns if he wasn't vaporized altogether. He could wrap himself in protective clothes and keep to the shadows, but without being able to fly it would take too much time to get over to where his friends were. With a growl of frustration he struck the table with his fist and nearly broke it in two before he could contain his rage once again.
"Did you call the police?"
Natalie almost laughed. "I thought I just did."
"Nat.."
"And tell them what, Nick?" Dr. Lambert cut him off. "That I've broken down on the road and there's a demented and possibly murderous Viral digital monster---that looks like a bat mated with a bowling ball--- demanding that I hand over his Datan kin so he can take him back to their former master: a Dracula-type who wants to take over a whole different dimension? I'd have better luck trying to get anyone to believe my boyfriend is a vampire who just happens to be a homicide detective!"
There was that migraine again.
"Okay, you're right---it's best nobody else sees Demidevimon anyway, I can't even of a plausible excuse to explain his existence. Just don't get hysterical on me, Nat, calm down."
Taking a deep breath, Dr. Lambert tried to do just that. "Easy for you to say. I just wish you were here to give such sage advice in person." She shuddered at the sight of the little demon hopping around her car, presumably looking for a way in. Could he pry into her vehicle with those huge claws? "I don't mind telling you that that thing's cackle is starting to get on my nerves."
"I can imagine."
"Possibly, but I need more than your empathy right now, Nick!"
De Brabant ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to think. "Nat, what about your little black bag? Maybe something in there will revive Wizardmon. He'd know how to handle Demidevimon better than either of us."
"I thought of that, but what if the drug isn't compatible with his physiology and I make him worse?" Her brow wrinkled with worry. "My line of work may now consist of taking apart the guts of cadavers who couldn't give a darn as well as pulling bullets from you, but at one time I took an oath: Do no harm--- Oh shit!"
"What?!" De Brabant's grip on his phone caused a hairline fracture to develop in the plastic.
"Nick, it's trying to break through the window!"
Nicholas felt his fangs drop as his vision went amber. "Roll it down."
The voice on the other side of the connection sounded strained. "Say what?!"
"Open the window a crack---and then close it again when he tries to get through!"
"And if that thing is faster than my electric motor and twitchy index finger?
"Then I'm afraid your only other option is your pharmaceutical expertise."
"Well, I'm glad someone has confidence in the old 'pick and pray' method of medicine," Natalie muttered, "because I don't!" She gave a little scream as the monster outside started to work on 'peeling' back the metal from the roof of her car.
"Nick?! I need some more options asap!"
"Okay." Brabant began to pace as he sought inspiration. "Digital."
"Come again?"
"Wizardmon's body is based on digital code. How do you start a computer?"
Natalie grinned, she was already taking the protective cover off of her travel coffee warmer that her coworkers had given her last Christmas and working loose a wire. "Electricity! One digital java jolt, coming up!"
Nick waited impatiently while muffled sounds came from the phone. "Nat?" What the hell was happening over there?!
"Would you hold that thought? I'm going to try to utterly void the manufacture's warranty on this little gizmo!"
"What gizmo?"
Dr. Lambert didn't answer. Instead, she said a quick prayer and touched the exposed wire to the digimon mage's face while switching it on.
"Aaaaah!" Wizardmon screamed as his eyes popped open and his whole body glowed with blue fire. The energy leapt upwards and knocked into Demidevimon just as he was about to pry himself into the car. The Virus digimon was sent flying head over claws to smack into a roadside tree.
"Wizardmon?! Are you all right?" Natalie asked in concern, yet afraid to touch him in case he electrocuted her as well without meaning to.
The green eyes shut and blinked a few times. Rolling over, he sat up, his expression hardening when he saw Demidevimon's sprawled body starting to get up.
"Magical Game!"
A second blast of blue electricity shot from the sorcerer's staff and slammed into the bat, knocking him even further away.
"Other than I've a splitting headache and that blast should have deleted him instead of just pushing him away? I'm fine!" Wizardmon said ruefully. "But we really need to get out of here. For all we know, he has other henchmen than those two boys and my defensive power level is going to take awhile to regenerate." He looked around. "How did you revive me, anyway?" When he saw the java warmer raised an eyebrow in amusement, quickly deciphering what she had done. "An example of modern medicine, doctor?"
Dr. Lambert made a face. "You'd rather have been adopted by Fang Ball back there?"
"Point taken," the mage grunted. "Let's move before my 'old co-worker' does."
"Are you going to bring him with us?"
"In what? I'm afraid I'm too weak as yet to hold him. so," he shrugged, "we put as much distance between ourselves and him as we possibly can." The mage opened the door of the Taurus and they ran down the street.
Natalie was soon puffing. "I *knew* I should have stuck with Grace and that aerobics class!" She moaned as they came to a stop before an intersection. "Hold on a minute." Bringing out her cell phone, she hit the pre-dial code for Brabant's loft. "Nick?"
"Nat!" Nicholas practically yelled into the phone. "What happened? Where are you? Did it work?"
Dr. Lambert looked down into the crystalline jade eyes of her companion who was waiting patiently beside her. "Oh yeah. Wizardmon zapped him, but he's too drained to fight or fly. I'm thinking of taking the first bus, taxi, subway line, or even ox cart I come across because these legs weren't meant for cross-country marathons!" The coroner bent down to massage a muscle cramp in her leg.
"Just hold on, Nat--- another fifteen minutes and I'll be able to fly over there."
"Right. Do me a favor and don't stop to pick up any hitchhikers, okay?" She could almost see his worried smile as he answered: "One personal de Brabant taxi coming for only you, m'lady."
Natalie clicked off her cell phone and pocketed it. "Let's go wait for him over by that building." Wizardmon nodded and they made their way over to a closed convenience store.
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Part 25:
"Nat?" De Brabant rubbed the back of his head as he tried to rouse himself to wakefulness, "How's the party going?"
Her frantic voice got his heart to start its slow beat faster than if he'd had a stake suddenly shoved up his nose.
Nicholas listened anxiously as Nat related her predicament: stalled on a deserted residential street with an unconscious Wizardmon and a demented bat mutation from hell just outside heckling her and brandishing nasty- looking hypodermics that just appeared in his claws! He looked at the clock and grimaced when its digital numbers informed him that sunset was still over a half hour away. If he ventured out now he'd suffer horrendous burns if he wasn't vaporized altogether. He could wrap himself in protective clothes and keep to the shadows, but without being able to fly it would take too much time to get over to where his friends were. With a growl of frustration he struck the table with his fist and nearly broke it in two before he could contain his rage once again.
"Did you call the police?"
Natalie almost laughed. "I thought I just did."
"Nat.."
"And tell them what, Nick?" Dr. Lambert cut him off. "That I've broken down on the road and there's a demented and possibly murderous Viral digital monster---that looks like a bat mated with a bowling ball--- demanding that I hand over his Datan kin so he can take him back to their former master: a Dracula-type who wants to take over a whole different dimension? I'd have better luck trying to get anyone to believe my boyfriend is a vampire who just happens to be a homicide detective!"
There was that migraine again.
"Okay, you're right---it's best nobody else sees Demidevimon anyway, I can't even of a plausible excuse to explain his existence. Just don't get hysterical on me, Nat, calm down."
Taking a deep breath, Dr. Lambert tried to do just that. "Easy for you to say. I just wish you were here to give such sage advice in person." She shuddered at the sight of the little demon hopping around her car, presumably looking for a way in. Could he pry into her vehicle with those huge claws? "I don't mind telling you that that thing's cackle is starting to get on my nerves."
"I can imagine."
"Possibly, but I need more than your empathy right now, Nick!"
De Brabant ran his fingers through his hair as he tried to think. "Nat, what about your little black bag? Maybe something in there will revive Wizardmon. He'd know how to handle Demidevimon better than either of us."
"I thought of that, but what if the drug isn't compatible with his physiology and I make him worse?" Her brow wrinkled with worry. "My line of work may now consist of taking apart the guts of cadavers who couldn't give a darn as well as pulling bullets from you, but at one time I took an oath: Do no harm--- Oh shit!"
"What?!" De Brabant's grip on his phone caused a hairline fracture to develop in the plastic.
"Nick, it's trying to break through the window!"
Nicholas felt his fangs drop as his vision went amber. "Roll it down."
The voice on the other side of the connection sounded strained. "Say what?!"
"Open the window a crack---and then close it again when he tries to get through!"
"And if that thing is faster than my electric motor and twitchy index finger?
"Then I'm afraid your only other option is your pharmaceutical expertise."
"Well, I'm glad someone has confidence in the old 'pick and pray' method of medicine," Natalie muttered, "because I don't!" She gave a little scream as the monster outside started to work on 'peeling' back the metal from the roof of her car.
"Nick?! I need some more options asap!"
"Okay." Brabant began to pace as he sought inspiration. "Digital."
"Come again?"
"Wizardmon's body is based on digital code. How do you start a computer?"
Natalie grinned, she was already taking the protective cover off of her travel coffee warmer that her coworkers had given her last Christmas and working loose a wire. "Electricity! One digital java jolt, coming up!"
Nick waited impatiently while muffled sounds came from the phone. "Nat?" What the hell was happening over there?!
"Would you hold that thought? I'm going to try to utterly void the manufacture's warranty on this little gizmo!"
"What gizmo?"
Dr. Lambert didn't answer. Instead, she said a quick prayer and touched the exposed wire to the digimon mage's face while switching it on.
"Aaaaah!" Wizardmon screamed as his eyes popped open and his whole body glowed with blue fire. The energy leapt upwards and knocked into Demidevimon just as he was about to pry himself into the car. The Virus digimon was sent flying head over claws to smack into a roadside tree.
"Wizardmon?! Are you all right?" Natalie asked in concern, yet afraid to touch him in case he electrocuted her as well without meaning to.
The green eyes shut and blinked a few times. Rolling over, he sat up, his expression hardening when he saw Demidevimon's sprawled body starting to get up.
"Magical Game!"
A second blast of blue electricity shot from the sorcerer's staff and slammed into the bat, knocking him even further away.
"Other than I've a splitting headache and that blast should have deleted him instead of just pushing him away? I'm fine!" Wizardmon said ruefully. "But we really need to get out of here. For all we know, he has other henchmen than those two boys and my defensive power level is going to take awhile to regenerate." He looked around. "How did you revive me, anyway?" When he saw the java warmer raised an eyebrow in amusement, quickly deciphering what she had done. "An example of modern medicine, doctor?"
Dr. Lambert made a face. "You'd rather have been adopted by Fang Ball back there?"
"Point taken," the mage grunted. "Let's move before my 'old co-worker' does."
"Are you going to bring him with us?"
"In what? I'm afraid I'm too weak as yet to hold him. so," he shrugged, "we put as much distance between ourselves and him as we possibly can." The mage opened the door of the Taurus and they ran down the street.
Natalie was soon puffing. "I *knew* I should have stuck with Grace and that aerobics class!" She moaned as they came to a stop before an intersection. "Hold on a minute." Bringing out her cell phone, she hit the pre-dial code for Brabant's loft. "Nick?"
"Nat!" Nicholas practically yelled into the phone. "What happened? Where are you? Did it work?"
Dr. Lambert looked down into the crystalline jade eyes of her companion who was waiting patiently beside her. "Oh yeah. Wizardmon zapped him, but he's too drained to fight or fly. I'm thinking of taking the first bus, taxi, subway line, or even ox cart I come across because these legs weren't meant for cross-country marathons!" The coroner bent down to massage a muscle cramp in her leg.
"Just hold on, Nat--- another fifteen minutes and I'll be able to fly over there."
"Right. Do me a favor and don't stop to pick up any hitchhikers, okay?" She could almost see his worried smile as he answered: "One personal de Brabant taxi coming for only you, m'lady."
Natalie clicked off her cell phone and pocketed it. "Let's go wait for him over by that building." Wizardmon nodded and they made their way over to a closed convenience store.
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