I don't own digimon
Time Served
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"This is so stupid!" growled Steven as he kicked at the floor with the heel of his foot. "She is being so…."
"Annoying?" suggested Ryuudamon. The lizard digimon had been listening to his partner's ranting for nearly an hour now. "Stupid, annoyingly stupid, stupidly annoying, and my favorite one….she is being such a girl." Ryuudamon looked innocently up at Steven.
"You're not helping," grumbled Steven as he folded his arms and turned his head from the digimon.
"And you're being obsessive and cranky," replied Ryuudamon. Steven turned his head back to the lizard and glared. The digimon glared back. "Your complaining isn't getting us out of this cell, and it's definitely not getting Amy to come back with us!"
"Like I want her back…" grumbled Steven loudly. The lizard sighed.
"You can be as thick headed as a blinded Triceramon," grumbled the lizard.
"I thought you were supposed to be on my side!" snapped Steven loudly.
"I am, it's in your best interest to get Amy to come back with us, with as little blood shed as possible," replied Ryuudamon. The lizard smirked, "It could be worse, we could have Kevin with us."
Steven rolled his eyes. "He'd pull her out of the village by the hair…or she'd get so mad that she'd have us all executed at gunpoint."
"That sounds about right," giggled the lizard. He looked up. The metal bars already proved to be too tough for any of his attacks. He looked to Steven. "Maybe I should try to digivolve."
"I think we're in enough trouble…" Steven sighed loudly. He looked up at a small barred window that was over his head. "It may be wise to just let her blow off steam."
The lizard sighed and slumped back.
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"Stupid, idiotic, chauvinistic…" Amy was throwing pillows into the air angrily.
"Hypocritical, hard headed, moody, arrogant…" Penguinmon recited the adjectives along side Amy, sighing softly.
There was a knock at the door of the large, pink decorated bedroom. Amy glared at the door threatening to blast it off its hinges with some sort of heat vision.
"Queen Amy?" called a voice. It was low and growley.
"What!" shouted the girl. There was a long silence.
"May I come in, we must speak…" called the voice in return. "We must talk about Lord Majiramon…"
Amy narrowed her eyes. "Tell Majiramon to stuff himself!"
There was a thud outside the door and the door handle jangled. "Miss Amy! You can not speak of Lord Majiramon like that!"
"I just did!" returned the girl loudly. "Look, I'm not in the mood to talk about Majiramon, just go and do whatever it is that you…"
The door swung open. A tall digimon stood in its frame. He was a blue skinned dragon, with red flame painted armor on his arms, thighs, feet, chest and head with a long curved metallic horn coming out of his forehead.
"Mistress Amy, what have you done to your room…?" the digimon looked around, pillows and feathers were everywhere. Books were in disarray; the blanket had been tossed from the bed and then balled up and thrown at a wall. The curtains were slightly torn.
"She had a wee bit of a tantrum," replied Penguinmon.
"Don't say that!" yelped Amy as she shot a glare at the penguin, "It makes me sound like a child…"
"But you said you wer…" The penguin started, but Amy didn't look like she had an appetite for her own words, so Penguinmon shushed it.
"We must talk about the sacrifice to Lord Majiramon!" growled the dragon as he took a step forward.
"Flamedramon, can't you guys do anything yourself?" whimpered the girl quietly.
"We need the approval of the…" started Flamedramon.
"Digital Matriarch, which is me, so you can procure a soul to revitalize your fallen lord, Majiramon," sighed Amy quietly as she slumped down on her bed, causing her to bounce as the spring accommodated the new weight.
"Exactly," nodded the dragon. "It's just; we have already scheduled a soul collector…"
Amy looked up in shock, "And you didn't tell me; why?"
"I believe it was one of those days, you said you were having a 'girls day alone'," replied Penguinmon. "You said you didn't want to be disturbed and the village had to make its own decision, remember we had Neapolitan ice cream…"
"Drat…" growled Amy. "You had to pick that time to make a real decision…?"
"We had no choice, soul collectors are not easy to come across," said the digimon with a bowed head. "Please don't be mad at me…"
Amy smiled pleasantly. "How about this, we have a perfectly good soul out there, in the dungeon."
Flamedramon looked up.
"You can't be serious Amy!" yelped Penguinmon loudly. Amy looked at the penguin and then back at Flamedramon.
"I think he needs to be taught a lesson," said Amy. She narrowed her eyes, "It'll teach him to call me an idiot, see how smart he feels when he's peeing himself."
Flamedramon looked up. "So we have permission to use the souls of the digimon in the dungeon…"
"Not just the digimon," replied Amy quietly. She smirked, "Take the human boy."
"AMY!" gasped Penguinmon.
Amy slashed her flattened hand at Penguinmon silencing the digimon. Flamedramon looked up. Amy scowled slightly, "Well, are you going or not?"
"Yes…" whispered the dragon and he bowed and started to walk out of the room. "I would also like to ask…"
"Oh come on already, can't you do anything yourself, I don't want to answer anymore questions, just figure it out yourself!" shouted Amy loudly.
The dragon nodded and left the room.
"AMY, are you NUTS?" shouted Penguinmon loudly.
"What?" Amy looked down at the penguin.
"YOU'RE GOING TO GIVE THEM STEVEN'S SOUL?" screamed the blue bird loudly.
"Oh heck no, I'm just going to let him think I am, then when they actually do the ceremony I'm going to stop them, I just want to see Kevin scared witless," said Amy quietly.
"I don't think Flamedramon will like that," responded Penguinmon.
"Who cares what Flamedramon likes, I'm the queen not him," replied Amy loudly. "Flamedramon can go sit under a water faucet."
"I think you should tell him not to do it, I mean it's not very…" Penguinmon looked up.
"I know what I'm doing, no one will get hurt," Amy waved her hand dismissively.
"I don't know; these villagers take this sort of thing seriously," said Penguinmon as she walked over to a window that gave a view of the village.
"Oh it would be good for them to learn not to believe in fiddle-faddle," said Amy. "Soul collectors…psh."
Penguinmon turned her head slightly, "Don't be surprised, there is a lot of hidden magic in the Digital World. Like our digivolutions…"
"I'm sure Brendan can give me a completely scientific answer as to why you can digivolve!" retorted Amy.
"If he was here," said Penguinmon quietly.
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"So, you're still living, my little lightning bug," said the figure as it moved forward and stooped down to the child's eye level. The eyes of the girl were hazed over, but a flicker of light twinkled at him in resistance.
"Let us go!" the dog that was chained to the wall caterwauled.
The figure narrowed its eyes. He stood and walked over behind a desk and lifted the Crest of Light from its position, hanging on a nail. It twisted slowly as it dangled from his finger. He gently pulled a pendant from his neck and held it close to the Crest of Light. The Crest of Light snapped out viciously at the other pendant.
"Still, fighting," murmured the figure as he turned slightly and looked at the child. "Such a powerful spirit."
"You bet, we're going to fight back, and there is nothing you can do to stop us!" shouted Labramon loudly as she pulled at the chains that bound her. The figure narrowed its eyes again and replaced the Crest of Light and put the pendant back around his neck. He then slowly walked to Labramon and swiped the back of his hand across the dog's cheek. The chains jangled as the dog extended them sideways as far as they'd go and was jerked back and crashed to the ground.
"Labramon…" Michelle whispered; her voice directed to the figure. Her head lifted slightly. "Don't hurt her…anymore."
The figure looked at the girl. This was the first time the child had spoken to him directly, let alone requested, though he doubted it was a request but rather a half hearted demand. He kicked the canine.
"I said, 'don't hurt her anymore'," the words seemed to sift out of the child.
"Child, you don't want to be taken from this place, now do you?" asked the figure quietly. He walked forward. "It would mean being back in the light, the truth is in the light, do you want to face that knowledge again? Do you want to be reminded of what happened?"
The girl shook her head slowly as if it were weighted down. "I wish to be comforted by the shadows."
"Then I don't want you to resist anymore, ok?" asked the figure as he put a soft hand on the child's shoulder.
"I will try not to," said the girl quietly, "but there is this burning in my chest, something wants to get out…"
"I know, my child, I know, don't worry though, I'll soon make you feel all better," hummed the figure quietly.
"Don't believe him, he wants to take your light away!" hissed Labramon. "Don't let him do that, ever. Don't give up!"
"Labramon, speaks a lot," whispered the child quietly.
"Do you wish me to muzzle her?" asked the figure quietly.
"No, not yet," replied the girl. The figure walked around the child.
"I must go, to attend to things, someone will bring you your meal soon enough, eat up, I do not wish you to get ill," said the figure as he departed out a crimson door. The child only nodded and laid her head back down on her chest.
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The key turned and the large metallic, barred door swept open. Steven stood up and looked at Ryuudamon. A tall red and blue dragon walked forward.
"Come with me," The dragon said gruffly.
"Why should we?" Steven returned bluntly.
"Because, if I have to burn you, it will make things more difficult," replied the dragon.
Steven and Ryuudamon gulped hard. They nodded and walked past the dragon and out into the dark, brown corridor of the dungeon. The dragon walked out and drew the large door shut behind him.
"So, she finally came to her senses?" asked Steven as the dragon walked past.
"I do not know what you mean," said the dragon as he pointed forward, "Go forward, any attempt to escape will result in a light charbroiling."
"Of course, Flamedramon," Ryuudamon bowed slightly and walked forward with Steven at his side.
They walked down a long hall and up a short flight of stairs and into a large parlor. They passed through the parlor and moved into a dining room.
"Oh…man," Ryuudamon looked over the food. There were mounds of food. Ham, cheese, bread, noodles, gravy, potatoes, cake, roast beef laid on the table on large silver platters."
"Queen Amy, wishes for you to eat most comfortably, for tonight's ceremony," said Flamedramon.
"Uh, ceremony, what do you mean ceremony?" asked Steven quietly.
"That is not your concern, you will eat now," said Flamedramon as he pushed Ryuudamon and Steven into chairs.
"Umm…ok…" Steven looked up at Flamedramon and then over at Ryuudamon who was already downing four pieces of ham at once.
"Eat...or you will be cooked as well as the ham is," growled the dragon loudly. Steven shuddered and then complied taking a loaf of bread and breaking it in half.
Flamedramon nodded and then turned to leave the dining room.
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"I see you had them eat, that is good, their souls will be more resilient after they are fed," whispered a figure from the shadows. "It will make the transplant recipient very healthy."
"Yes, I have. I am hoping you can collect their souls tonight," said Flamedramon quietly as he peered around the corner of the mostly closed door watching the human slowly chew through a loaf of bread while his digimon continued to inhale food.
The figure nodded slightly, "and of the other human? Do you wish to have her soul drained as well?"
"Such an action would be unnecessary, wouldn't it?" asked Flamedramon quietly. "I do not think it would be wise."
"I was just suggesting…" replied the figure quietly.
"No, I don't think so," said Flamedramon.
The figure nodded and disappeared into the shadows.
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Lucemon looked around him. He narrowed his eyes. "I know you are here, Kage. I know you are free and awake!"
A crimson angel appeared behind Lucemon, who suddenly attained a blue tinge to him. The two angels stood back to back to one another, red wings interspersed behind blue wings. A deeper, more graveled voice escaped the red angel's voice, "So, Kougen, you've found yourself in quite a fix; have you not?"
"Found ourselves in a fix, as I see it you are in this body too, Kage," said the blue angel as he turned slowly. "As I see it, we are in a similar position, and we both have the same objective, to be free…so…"
"And after we are free? Then what? You'll take over again and leave me in the depths of this living hell," the red angel started to recede into the darkness.
"Kage, brother," Kougen turned slightly. Kage stopped at the border of the darkness. "Why can't we work together, like before? We were at one time nigh unstoppable, just this once."
"Those times are over, Kougen, do not be a fool and believe those times can be resurrected, because…they can not," said the red angel. "Light and Darkness, can not work together anymore. We will always be opposed to each other, and all I can say is, that I am sorry."
"Kage, please," The blue angel stepped forward, "there is more at work here, than Light and Darkness, I can feel it. Please…"
"What do I get out of the deal?" asked Kage quietly. "As far as I see it, you get all the spoils, and I just get rotten meat."
"I cannot let you free, not yet, now whilst you hold this anger in your heart, it perverts your true nature, but, I promise to work to purify you once I am allowed," the blue angel walked up to the red one and put his hand on Kage's shoulder. "Brother, I have never hated you, even when I betrayed you; it was because you had become a danger to yourself. You had to be stopped and I felt horrible about how it was done."
The red angel turned its head and looked at the blue angel in the eyes. "Purified?"
"Yes, I know you still hold the corruption of the Founder in you, but once you are purified you can be like me, free," the blue angel smiled brightly.
The red angel narrowed its eyes, "You wish to change me, but…if it will grant me freedom from these shackles, this once, I will lend my strength to your cause, but do not forget, I will be watching, and if you attempt to trick me, or refuse me my reward, I will make your possession of this body most painful."
The blue angel nodded slowly. The border of darkness swept over the two.
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"GRRRRARR!" Bastemon roared as she exploded into her quarters. Lucemon looked up. He hung on her wall like a trophy animal. The feline swung her claws around in aggravation. "WHERE IS HE?"
"What's wrong, misplace your catnip supplier?" asked the angel.
"Don't taunt me!" The feline flashed her clawed hand up and a spiral ribbon of crimson flashed forward slicing Lucemon's chest. The angel howled and pulled at his chains.
"You know, that temper isn't going to get you anywhere," growled Lucemon as he tried to suppress the fire on his chest.
"I don't have to answer you," sniped the lynx woman in reply.
"No, but then who would you answer to? Since there is no one else here to answer to…" replied Lucemon with a tired smile.
"You make no sense," said Bastemon loudly.
"Maybe…and maybe not…" Lucemon said quietly.
The feline narrowed its eyes. "You will shut your mouth now!"
"You can't tell, I, Lord Lucemon, to shut up!" yelped the angel in affront.
"You are not Lord Lucemon, you are just a weak copy!" shouted Bastemon. She narrowed her eyes.
"You think I am, just a weak copy? I just have shown you my weak side," Lucemon's voice deepened and darkened. Lucemon let a small smile curl his lips. Bastemon's ears flicked backwards and her eyes narrowed and then widened, from under Lucemon's bowed head and golden bangs a red flash flickered. The angel looked up. One of his eyes was a bright glowing sapphire; the other was a gleaming ruby. A lavender streak ran down his cheek, a red one ran up his arm. An aura of power swept around the angel. Darkness and light were intermingling. "Then, my dear, you never knew me, for weakness does not come with my territory." The angel's arms shot forward ripping the chains from the walls. The wings ripped open shredding the bindings of the appendages. His legs kicked forward tearing the metal links to the chains holding them back. He flashed his hand open spreading his fingers wide. "No, she is not the target; we must gain the digi-destined child!" The growing light in the angel's palm flared and then shrunk down. "What do you mean? You free me to use my power and then you won't let me use it?"
"Vampire Dance!" a spiral of crimson slammed Lucemon into the wall.
"Ok, that may have been an oversight," grumbled Lucemon quietly, "but our objective is not to destroy, but to escape and retrieve!" The angel's eyes closed and opened, "great now we're that damned dog…" The angel blinked again, "Labramon is not as weak as you think…"
"Vampire Dance!" another ribbon of red flashed forward.
"Oh be quiet!" growled the angel as a blue aura flashed around the angel's fist and slapped the ribbon away. The crimson ribbon flashed back at Bastemon knocking the female to the floor. As Bastemon struggled to her feet; the angel exploded out the doors.
"Get back here!" shouted Bastemon. "Damned schizophrenic angels…"
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"This way, this way," shouted Lucemon. The angel shook its head, "I know, you twit, we share the same senses!" The angel blinked, "Oh, yeah…"
The angel flew up a flight of spiraling stairs. Dust spiraled behind him. A heavy, crimson, wooden door blockaded further passage. The angel growled flashed its hand open, "Divine Feat!" The door glowed bright blue and vaporized. Lucemon alighted into the room. It was a small circular room. Dark drapery covered the walls. The windows had black curtains. A desk was on the right side of the room and in front of the desk of the desk was a chair that a small human girl was sitting. Her head was bowed as if it was too heavy even to hold up.
"Michelle!" Lucemon ran up to the girl.
The girl's eyes lifted slowly looking from the one red eye to the one blue eye. The angel gasped. Both voices escaped from the angel's lips as one gasp. The red eye faded to a soft blue.
"Lucemon…" whispered Michelle quietly.
"I'm here, I'll get you free, just give me a sec…" started Lucemon.
"No!" screamed Michelle as she struggled to keep Lucemon's hands from the bindings.
"Michelle!" Labramon was yelping at the girl. "Lucemon, please do it, please get her free, she needs to get out of here, she needs to escape!"
"I DON'T WANT TO BE FREED!" the girl screamed. Lucemon moved forward but a dark barrier snapped him backward. She looked at the angel, "You go away, you go away, GO AWAY GO AWAY GO AWAY!"
"Kougen," growled a raspy voice from Lucemon's throat, "we can't fight it, it's too strong, whatever is here is very, very powerful."
"We can't leave her here; she can't keep the darkness out of her heart alone, I won't give up hope!" whispered Lucemon's normal voice. His eyes flashed up to the wall where the Crest of Light hung quietly. "Maybe…" Lucemon glided forward. His ear wings flicked back, the sounds of shouting came from downstairs, the voices ebbed and flowed as they passed. Lucemon snatched the crest and held it up. "The Crest of Light, who do you belong to?" The crest pulsed quietly and lifted slightly and pointed towards Michelle. Lucemon let the pendant go.
It flew to Michelle. The girl shrieked loudly. "Get it away, get it away, I don't want to see the light, no, no, PLEASE NO!" The pendant flared and the girl only struggled more.
"You don't have much time," whimpered Labramon as the voices seemed to grow louder. Lucemon nodded charged forward leaping at Michelle.
"Nothing will let me leave you behind!" shouted Lucemon, he lifted his fists up and slammed then down. The barrier resisted slightly but soon collapsed and Lucemon's interlocked fists pushed through. The angel staggered forward and tore the restraints from Michelle's arms. She screamed fitfully and the voices were ascending the stairs. Lucemon rushed over snapped the chains that bound Labramon. The angel turned to find a horde of Vilemon standing in the doorway. The angel narrowed his eyes. "Crap…"
"Lady Bastemon will not like this," sniggered one of the little monkey like gremlins as it hopped forward. Its huge bat-like ears perked up slightly. "She doesn't like her toys running away."
"Guess she should've kept the receipt then," replied Lucemon. He lifted his hand. He didn't even need to summon the attack and a wave of compression flashed forward pushing the Vilemon through the doorway.
"Woah…" Labramon looked a Lucemon, "and they say I'm scary when I'm mad…"
"The strength I have is only temporary, right?" Lucemon closed his eyes. "Yes, it's only temporary, for now, but you promised…" The angel nodded, "Yes, I know…"
"Uh…" Labramon looked at Lucemon. "Right…now what?"
"This…" responded Lucemon. He flashed his arm around and blew out a window, grabbed up Michelle and Labramon.
"The digivice!" yelped the canine. Lucemon staggered to the desk in the dark room and Labramon grabbed it.
"Oh this will be interesting…" grumbled Lucemon as he hopped twice and stumbled out the window. His twelve wings flapped hard as he struggled to stay airborne.
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Amy sighed softly. She looked out the window at the lowering sun. "I wonder how everyone is doing…"
"All I know is that there is no one in the castle," said Penguinmon. "I mean no one, I can't find a single person, I looked out into the streets too, and nada."
"I wonder where everyone is," Amy sat up. She looked at Penguinmon. The purple penguin looked up at the girl. "You don't think…" A shock flashed over Amy's face, "Flamedramon would tell me, right?"
"You told him to figure things out for himself…" replied Penguinmon.
"Steven…" Amy leapt from her bed and grabbed Penguinmon, "Come on, we got to find Steven!"
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Amy could be quite fast when she needed to be. The winding stairs lead directly down to the dungeons and Amy exploded into the brown corridor. She was huffing and puffing and she looked at the cells, they were empty.
"Steven!" yelped the girl loudly. She turned around and dragged Penguinmon behind her out onto the street. "Ok, ok, I'm still in control, I can still fix this…Where's this dang soul thing supposed to take place…"
"The mountain, up the main trail, in a cave; it's marked…" gasped Penguinmon as she bounced along behind the girl.
"We'll never make it…never…you have to digivolve!" shouted Amy. She looked down and held up her digivice.
"Ok, here it goes!" Penguinmon leapt up and then dropped down to the ground.
"WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?" shouted Amy. "We have to get Steven back before those idiots do something stupid!"
"Maybe it was a false start…" said Penguinmon.
"We don't have time," screamed the girl as she grabbed Penguinmon and ran up the trail. "Steven we're coming, I just hope we get there in time…"
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AN: A: some of Lucemon's dialogue is divvied up between Kage Lucemon, and Kougen Lucemon, I put little descriptive things between the change in dialogue, but other than that, it's up to you, Lucemon is sometimes difficult to dialogue out since it's the same organism speaking just different facets of his mentality is.
Dark Qiviut: Don't worry about the language, and as to the innuendo, just think about the scene where the 'figure' walks in on Bastemon trying to restrain Lucemon, ignore what's really happening and add a little perverted mentality…Sometimes it's easier when you're writing it to see all the naughty in jokes…you put in.
Alforce: The Phantom of the Opera…mmm, maybe Lucemon should wear a mask, I mean he already has a part of himself that is reddish, like the costume of the Red Death….heh
Actually I'm surprised I thought the song fic bit was a flop, especially compared to Michelle's creepy scene…I thank you for seeming to like it, that was quite a surprise.