Not owning Digimon still
Umbra of a Virus....
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Mud Frigimon blinked. He looked down. A blue figure was standing in front of him. "Wiz-Wizardmon....?" Mud Frigimon whispered.
"Yes, my dear friend..." said the wizard quietly. "You have had a nasty experience with a sealing attack..."
"It was a Nohemon..." said Gatomon's voice. The small white feline was at Mud Frigimon's feet. "He was with a FlaWizardmon..."
Mud Frigimon thought he caught the sound of a chuff come from Wizardmon's general area. The large mud giant blinked again. There were a group of kids with Wizardmon. A girl and four boys were with four digimon. A Snow Agumon stood next to a boy in a blue shirt and a baseball cap. He had lavender eyes and brown hair. A Ryuudamon was with a blonde boy with blue eyes. A Tapirmon was with an auburn haired child with hazel eyes; he was carrying a laptop with him. Renamon was with the girl, she had short brown hair with brown eyes.
"Where's Mark?" asked Mud Frigimon, not seeing a pair of blue eyes that were behind the circular lenses that Mark wore. "Is he ok?"
"I hope so..." said Stephen he looked up at the mud giant, "He's with Lucemon and D'Archmon....they are fighting back Gururumon..."
"We have more important things to worry about," said Gatomon, she looked up at Mud Frigimon, "The digimon will protect the children, but we have to stop FlaWizardmon and Nohemon from stealing the power in the inner sanctum!"
"Gatomon is right," Wizardmon said as he gently clasped Mud Frigimon's hand. "Lucemon will do a good job...." He looked at the rubble that blocked the passage, "but first we must get rid of this....shouldn't be so hard...Magical Games!" a blue strike of lightning washed over the rubble. Mud Frigimon watched as the stone, wood and metal reformed into a large arch.
"Woah..." gasped the child in the cap, "this guy is strong..."
"Trust me, you are more powerful than I could wish to achieve," replied Wizardmon quietly.
"But you could kick Boogeymon's butt!?" yelped the boy.
"Possibly," replied Wizardmon quietly, "I may have the power, but Boogeymon has always had many followers...and I am but one digimon...."
"So you are just going to let us go instead of building an army of your own..." whispered Brendan and looked at Gatomon and Mud Frigimon. "What difference would it make if we destroyed Boogeymon or you did...?"
"There are worse things in this world than Boogeymon," replied Wizardmon and he turned and went down the corridor. Gatomon and Mud Frigimon walked quickly behind him, leaving the kids and their digimon staring at each other.
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Lucemon growled softly. He lifted his hand and let it glow softly and started vaporizing the rubble in front of him.
"No, Lucemon," hissed D'Archmon. She grabbed his hand, "You could cause further collapse..."
"If we don't they will die!" returned Lucemon. He looked up, "I'll produce a barrier if a collapse starts..."
"That's all fine and good," replied D'Archmon, "but how will you escape the collapse...?"
"That..." Lucemon returned to vaporizing the rubble, "is not relevant to the situation...."
"Don't be an idiot..." growled D'Archmon. She gave Lucemon a stern look. "You are every bit as important as..."
"Shut up..." growled Lucemon He blasted through the rubble. "Get the children..."
D'Archmon stepped through the void Lucemon had created in the barricade of debris. She found Mark up against the wall holding Michelle. His glasses were sooty and dirty and half cocked on his face. The angel gathered the two children into her arms and led them out.
Lucemon looked up and nodded as D'Archmon passed by with Mark and Michelle held against her bosom. A part of him wished that the rubble would re-cave in on him. He looked up and saw Mark and a twinge of guilt for his suicidal wish swept through his body and he stepped in after the female angel.
"We should join the others..." said D'Archmon. She looked at Michelle and Mark.
"First..." Lucemon turned and lifted his hand. His hand glowed softly and a wind whipped up and flattened the large flames. He turned to the others, "Now, we go..."
The digimon walked behind the children quietly. D'Archmon looked at Lucemon quietly.
"Shouldn't you be de-digivolving..." hissed Lucemon angrily.
"It seems my run in with you have some how prolonged my...endurance in this form," replied D'Archmon without hostility.
"Yeah...well I'm glad you enjoyed it..." growled Lucemon.
"Lucemon..." D'Archmon stopped and looked at the angel boy. "You wished to be destroyed didn't you?"
"If you knew what I remembered..." growled Lucemon. He looked up at D'Archmon. His eyes were a literal lightning storm cast against a blackish blue background. "If you saw in the flashes of memory that flashed as you turned into a viral monster what I saw...if you knew that you caused the initial damage to this world...if you knew you did a fragment of the damage I have done in past configurations...You would wish yourself fully deleted as well...."
D'Archmon took a step back. The flashes of lightning seemed to reach out to her. "I...don't understand..."
"You have not seen yourself destroy a village as your mind replays the image of you destroying an entire world..." He looked at Mark and Michelle they were getting further ahead. He walked faster to fall in line behind them. D'Archmon followed. His head turned to her. "You could not understand..."
"You can not want yourself to be destroyed," said D'Archmon. She laid a hand on the angel child's shoulder. "Mark...would be most disheartened..."
Lucemon looked at the boy and did not answer. His ear wings lowered. "The child falsely believes I am pure..."
"You are pure to him," said D'Archmon quietly, "and that is all that matters now...past configurations are not things to dwell upon..."
"That's all fine and dandy for you Miss Sunshine and Light!" roared Lucemon angrily. "Just because you've digivolved doesn't mean the passages of eternity have opened to you! I know...I know the truth, I was the truth, and I was the darkness that was to be defeated by the Digi-destined! I saw it! The virus unlocked the memories of my past configurations! So just close your trap, dog!"
"Lucemon, D'Archmon!" Michelle had turned and was looking sternly at the two angels, "Why are you fighting...?"
"Tis not your concern, Michelle," said D'Archmon hurriedly. Michelle turned her gaze to Lucemon. The angel boy flinched but did not speak. Mark had joined her and stared straight at Lucemon his eyes were sad. The boy had heard. He had heard it all.
"Mark..." Lucemon's eyes welled up. "I..."
Mark reached up to the angel's cheek gently. A warm tear streamed down the angel boy's cheek and slid over Mark's finger.
"Lucemon..." Mark's voice was small and distant. "I...forgive you..."
Lucemon looked like someone had just leapt out at him. He blinked hard and stepped from Mark. "Wizardmon's aura is nearing...They must have had to slow down...We should get to them, they may need our help."
"Then let us make haste and join them," said D'Archmon and walked forward.
Michelle looked at Mark. The boy looked at the moisture on his finger and looked at Michelle. He looked like someone was hearting him.
"Mark..." Michell started.
"Lucemon just needs his time to figure out things," whispered Mark quietly. "I forgive him. What ever it was he was in the past is the past, and what he did earlier is also in the past. I have faith in him, and hope in him...."
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Saberdramon and Amy were gliding above the temple and Seadramon was curled up at the opening. Jason was resting on one of the meditation benches that were in the courtyard. He still had twinges of pain from.
"Who knew being dead would hurt so much," whispered Jason quietly. The Gotsumon had given him new clothes to replace the burned ones. He looked down at them and growled. "Yellow, and Sherbert orange? Who the hell though this was a good idea?"
"I think you look very..." Seadramon was searching for words, "colorful..."
"I know," growled Jason. He looked up at the dragon, "Why is it that you can hold your champion form?"
"I do not know..." replied Seadramon. He looked up at Saberdramon, "it is best we do not question it..." The dragon's head snapped to the air. "Something is coming...no make that a lot of somethings..."
Jason looked up. The daylight revealed a multitude of objects in the distance. Jason looked up at Saberdramon. The bird was wheeling about in closer and closer circles.
"Hey Amy!" shouted Jason at the top of his lungs, which made him wince sharply. "You see those things!?"
"Yes!" replied Amy. Her voice was small and quiet.
"Waspmon..." whispered Seadramon. "They are digimon that live in hives. If the hive is ever disrupted they'll chase down the perpetrators till they have incapacitated it."
"They are coming this way..." said Jason. He looked up at Amy, "Amy get down here...if they come through they'll shoot you down..."
"Too late..." murmured Seadramon.
"Turbo Stinger!" roared a multitude of voices. Streaks of lightning slammed the large black bird sending it reeling backwards. Amy screamed loudly as the bird plunged through the shrine and then below the ground.
"AMY!" Jason leapt up.
"Ice Blast!" growled Seadramon as he fired frost at the insects. His eyes flashed back to Jason, "I can't hold them off forever there are too many, run into the shrine, get help..."
"I think they'll need help..." replied Jason as he ran into the rumpled looking shrine.
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"Finally," chuckled FlaWizardmon as he looked down at the red robed shaman kneeling in front of him. "The inner sanctum and its guardian...I really anticipated two...but one just makes it much easier..."
"You will never have the Statue of Calumon," growled the robed figure. He tried to stand but FlaWizardmon slammed his flaming matchstick into the shaman's stomach.
FlaWizardmon leaned in close, "Well, I see it like this, when I remove this matchstick...you will be deleted...and then no one will stop us from having our hands on the statue." FlaWizardmon ripped the matchstick from the shaman and watched as the crimson cloaked figure fell backward. His data slipped from his body all save an ovum of light that lifted and cracked in two. Half of it circled FlaWizardmon and seemed to scan him and then flew up to a statue of a creature with large ruffled ears and a short body. An inverted pyramid jewel was lodged in its head. The other half of the ovum phased up through the roof. FlaWizardmon looked to the scarecrow. "Nohemon," called FlaWizardmon quietly. "Take the statue; it is time we hand over our treasure to Boogeymon."
The scarecrow looked up at the pedestal the statue stood on. The crow flapped its wings and lifted the scarecrow off of the ground. The cloth hand of the scarecrow was about to reach out and touch the statue when a blast of pink light shot between the scarecrow and the statue.
"No one touches the statue," said a voice. A small, cute, impish figure stepped from the shadows. Two, large, thin, floppy, green ears with heart shaped arrow heads on the end were held in a gentle slope on its head. Its fur was white but it had green gloves, boots and a green helmet. Its finger was pointed and pulsing with energy. "FlaWizardmon, Nohemon, you are no longer welcome here...leave now..."
"Didn't anyone tell you it's impolite to point, Pucchiemon?" growled FlaWizardmon. He lifted his matchsticks. "Magical..."
"Heartner Beam!" a pink blast shot and struck FlaWizardmon in the chest.
"Derision Claw!" hissed Nohemon as a dark shadow enveloped Pucchiemon.
"You think such a sealing attack would harm me?" Light erupted from the shadow and vaporized it.
"Williams Arrow!" the arrow flew fast and hard and exploded into the ground in front of the guardian.
"Fire Cloud!" A wave of flame filled in the sanctum.
The guardian leapt through the attack. "Talon Arrow!" the ears flashed forward. Their arrowhead shaped ends glowed. FlaWizardmon leapt up and dodged the attack as the ears sliced into the ground.
"Heh..." FlaWizardmon flashed his matchsticks down, "Magical Ignition!" Blades of flame shot down slicing Pucchiemon. One of the ears was cut clean. The guardian fell back. FlaWizardmon landed and flexed his matchsticks at the guardian. "Now to finish the job..."
"No!" shouted a voice behind him. "Do it Snow Agumon!"
"Snow Agumon, Digivolve to Shima Unimon!" growled a second voice, "Wild Thunder!"
FlaWizardmon turned in time to see the blast before it snapped into his chest. He looked up at Nohemon, "Take the statue...I'll hold them..."
The scarecrow nodded and flew up and snagged the statue.
"No you don't!" growled Pucchiemon. He lifted his finger, "Heartner Beam!" the pink laser shot up to the scarecrow but the crow moved sliding the body of the digimon out of the laser's reach. The beam blasted the roof open. Nohemon shot up through the hole.
"No!" shouted Pucchiemon...
"I'll get him," growled Janet. She looked down at Renamon.
"Renamon Digivolve to Youkomon," Janet leapt on and Youkomon leapt up through the hole through the roof.
"Tapirmon..." Brendan looked down.
The digimon nodded. "Tapirmon digivolve to Dobermon!" The large spiked dog leapt forward.
Stephen looked at Ryuudamon. The lizard nodded. "Ryuudamon digivolve to Ginryuumon!"
"We should do this," said Gatomon. The cat's claws flexed. "It is our world too..."
"Heavy Punch!" growled Mud Frigimon as he leapt forward.
FlaWizardmon leapt to the side retreating from the fist of Mud Frigimon.
"Lightning Claw!" The cat leapt forward.
FlaWizardmon slammed his sticks against the cat and threw it on top of Mud Frigimon. "Fools...Magical Ignition..." two long ropes of fire fell from FlaWizardmon's matchsticks. He cracked the whips lashing the long flaming ropes into the flesh of Gatomon and Mud Frigimon.
"No!" shouted Wizardmon. A river of energy slammed the fiery sorcerer into the inner sanctum wall.
The fire wizard looked up weakly. "I was so close..."
"You were so far away," said Wizardmon as he walked up to FlaWizardmon. "As soon as you turned from your duty as a guardian..."
"Idealistic fool..." chuckled FlaWizardmon in his charred voice. He lifted a limp hand up and pointed at the stricken Pucchiemon, "like him...it is already too late...Boogeymon will have the Statue of Calumon, nothing will stop him..."
"We'll stop him," Mark and Michelle emerged from the corridor. Behind them were Lucemon and D'Archmon. "We'll stop them and then no one will be hurt anymore..."
"You can not stop him," replied FlaWizardmon. "He has the power now..." The red wizard leaned back against the wall and his digi-matrix faded to nothing as a sliver of energy shot out of the temple.
"I wonder if Janet will be ok alone..." said Brendan quietly. He looked at his watch.
Michelle and D'Archmon were kneeling next to the small green armored impish figure that was stuck to the ground by its ear.
"Wizardmon..." Lucemon's voice rang weakly in the inner sanctum, "is there nothing we can do for him..."
Wizardmon was attending to his friends but looked up. "Pucchiemon..."
"No, you must not..." replied the armored digimon quietly. He pulled hard at his ear and yanked it from the ground. The effort made him stumble backwards and fall. "I have been the guardian of this temple for many years...but...my time has passed."
The children looked at the little digimon. "What do you mean...?"
"Your friend is in great danger..." replied Pucchiemon. He looked up at the children, "Nohemon is not as he seems, he will destroy your friend if she confronts him alone!"
The children were going to ask what to do when Saberdramon slammed through the roof. Amy was right behind the large raven. Kevin quickly leapt and caught the girl diving haphazardly onto Saberdramon.
"Big wasps..." said Amy. "Seadramon needs help..."
"But Janet..." whispered Stephen.
"I'll go..." said Lucemon quietly.
"D'Archmon, go with him, you're the only ones that can fly..." said Michelle.
"Will you join us?" D'Archmon asked Michelle and Mark quietly.
"No, it would slow you down," said Mark. Lucemon gave Mark a look but Mark just returned the gaze. Lucemon and D'Archmon nodded and took off.
"We have to get outside," said Brendan.
"The corridor is on fire in places, because of our fight with Gururumon," said Michelle.
"Then we'll just have to be careful..." said Kevin.
"Wait..." whispered Pucchiemon. The children turned. "My last act of guardian..." A glow streamed from the impish digimon to the children's devices. The children blinked at the blaring lights. "Be victorious..." whispered Pucchiemon's voice. The children opened their eyes and the digimon was gone.
"Let's make him proud," said Kevin and he led the kids up the corridor back to the courtyard.
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AN: What is the power the Statue of Calumon has...what will this gift of Pucchiemon do...? Will Janet be able to stop Nohemon? What if Boogeymon gets his claws on the statue?
I don't know what to say, even as we speak, the final battles of this arc are building... the question is whether or not I should open a new fic....or if I should just continue this one...(I mean should I make this one Story One and continue this story in a fic like In the Shadow of Chaos Arc 2-3 I don't how many arcs there will be...I'm working on an idea of four-four and a half...with a possible alternate ending one...)