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Return to Chaos
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The light was staggering. Justimon grunted as he felt the hard ground crash against his body. He lifted his head woozily and looked around him. GaiOumon was lying a few yards away, but Justimon couldn't see the others.
"Where are the others?" whispered Kevin's voice.
"Oh don't worry about those minor characters," A voice shouted from in front of Justimon.
The cyborg lifted his head. Standing on the top of a flight of steps, leading up a pyramid-like temple was the clown that had attacked Ancient Sphinxmon. He was standing in front of the entry way to the temple. Justimon growled and extended his mechanoid arm morphing into his Voltage Blade.
"Oh you wish to play?" asked the clown quietly. A playful grin perked across his powdered face. "I should introduce you to your playmates then…"
"What?" Justimon growled and lifted his energy blade. He ran in front of GaiOumon, "Hey, you gotta get up…"
"I'm working on it," grumbled the samurai dragon man. GaiOumon sat up and propped himself up to his feet with his swords. "That was not a nice landing…"
"I was going to talk to you about that," returned Justimon.
"SILENCE!" shouted the clown loudly, "I, Chaos Piedmon will not have the spotlight stolen from by you amateurish hacks!"
GaiOumon and Justimon growled, lifting their blades, "We'll show you hacks!"
"Bah, you won't be working with me, I'm afraid," chuckled the clown as he took a step back. Two figures stepped from the shadowy entry way. "Allow me to introduce you to your co-stars in your cancellation!"
"Forget it," growled GaiOumon. The dragon man stepped forward, "We won't be part of your perverse pageants!"
"Oh, but dear boy, you have no choice," smirked the clown. "Don't you know? You're on my stage now, so shut up and let me introduce your playmates!"
The clown swept his hand up theatrically. A figure stepped forward, though. It looked similar to GaiOumon; save its armor was much smoother and modern looking. Its head had three horns two smooth ones that curled from the sides of its head and a single rhino-like projection from its nose. A grey-blue breastplate was tied to its blue chest with equally blue rope. Its arms were covered by midnight blue gauntlets that ended in long metallic claws.
"He looks like you, GaiOumon," whispered Justimon.
"Ah, yes, you can think of him as a close cousin," chuckled the clown, "but this is one relative you don't want at your reunions, this, my dear boy, is Chaos WarGreymon!" The armored dragon man growled and lifted its gauntlets.
"You think we're scared of your little friend?" shouted Justimon. "We have him outnumbered, and when we're done with him, you're next!"
"Oh, boy, I haven't finished my lines!" the clown sneered. "Your habit of interrupting others is getting very annoying!"
The clown lifted his other arm theatrically. The second figure stepped forward. It looked like an old heraldic knight from the tales of King Arthur. A blue cape swept around its grey body armor. The knight extended its arm and its hand morphed into a midnight blue lance. He then tucked his other arm against his chest and a black and grey shield appeared in front of him. Small silver triangles encircled the periphery of the shield and in the epicenter of the shield three large silver triangles encircled the exact center.
"So who's this?" growled GaiOumon. He lifted his jagged swords and snarled.
"This, my friends, is Chaos Dukemon, the knight of chaos and the harbinger of your destruction," announced Chaos Piedmon loudly. The clown withdrew into the shadows of the temple, "now, play nice…"
Chaos Piedmon's digimon growled and leapt forward with nary a warning. The knight sliced forward with his lance. Justimon grabbed the spear with his hands and slid back as Chaos Dukemon charged forward.
"Gaia Force!" An orange ball of power formed in Chaos WarGreymon's gauntleted hands and he flung it forward.
"Gaia Reactor!" responded GaiOumon as he crossed his swords and pushed a comet of blue power at the orange sphere.
The two attacks crashed into each other. The orange ball plowed through the blue comet and rolled over GaiOumon. GaiOumon crashed twitched as he staggered to his feet. A fist caught the samurai's chest sending GaiOumon backward. GaiOumon crashed to the ground as Chaos WarGreymon dropped down in front of the samurai dragon.
"Judecca Prison!" The shield of Chaos Dukemon glowed deep blue and a pulse flashed forward trapping Justimon in a sphere of energy. Bolts of blue lightning exploded into the cyborg. Chaos Dukemon swept his lance around. "Demon's Disaster!" a spear of black energy stabbed through the sphere, crashing through Justimon. Justimon bounced across the ground and crashed against a thick tree.
"Kevin…we have a problem…" gulped Snow Agumon. A golden glow flooded over Justimon's arm.
"Just a little longer, we have to get out of here," groaned Kevin.
"Sorry, Kevin…" Snow Agumon moaned as he was yanked from Kevin. Chaos Dukemon loomed over Kevin. "We just don't have any power left…"
"Kevin!" growled GaiOumon. He flashed his sword around, "Rinkazan!" A crimson arc flashed between Chaos Dukemon and Kevin kicking up dirt and grass.
"Dramon Destroyer!" A set of glowing, metallic claws sliced across GaiOumon's chest.
"We are the only ones that can fend these guys off!" growled Steven as he lurched back from another strike from Chaos WarGreymon.
"We have to get out of here," yelped Ryuudamon. "I can't keep us together much longer; we have to get Kevin and Snow Agumon and go!"
"Right! One good blast and we're away in the smoke!" agreed Steven. He pulled his arms up and crossed the swords in his hands.
"Gaia Reactor!" A blue explosion erupted into the ground. Chaos WarGreymon reeled back and GaiOumon shot past Chaos Dukemon snatching up Kevin and Snow Agumon. He then shot into the sky and rushed off into the distance.
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"Yes, run, run like the little vermin you are," chuckled Chaos Piedmon as he watched GaiOumon disappear into the distance. Seconds later Chaos WarGreymon flashed past the screen followed by Chaos Dukemon, who leapt from tree to tree. Chaos Piedmon smirked and let his fingers play over the dials of the monitor as it flicked from scene to scene.
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"Michelle," A pair of hands touched the young girl's shoulders. "Are you ok?"
The girl snapped up and turned. "Oh, Mark…" She sighed in relief as she saw the young, boy with his glasses perched on his nose. "I'm glad it's you…"
"Have you seen my brother?" asked the boy. A wave of fear played across his face.
"No, have you seen mine?" asked Michelle quietly. The girl looked around herself, "Or Wisemon for that matter, where's Asuramon?"
"Right here…" came a small child-like voice. The bushes rustled and a marshmallow-like, black and white cupid staggered forward.
"Cupimon," Mark ran over to the small digimon, "What happened?"
"I guess I just ran out of juice," replied the small, plush angel.
"Wisemon!" shouted Michelle loudly, "Where are you?"
"Down here," A small beige fur ball waddled forward.
"Shaomon!" called out Michelle as she ran forward, scooping up the little digimon. "We could be in big trouble, Mark."
"Don't worry," said the boy. "We'll just hide out until they've had a bit of a rest."
The bushes rattled. The children jumped and scrambled for the trees. The leaves parted revealing two blue eyes staring out at them. Suddenly it leapt forward and pounced the children.
"Thank goodness you have returned!" said the creature as it hugged the two humans. "I wasn't sure how long we could hold on without your help!"
Mark looked up at the figure. It had white fur and a long curling tail with a golden ring on its end and gloved paws. The face and ears were distinctly feline, as were the majority of its physique.
"Gatomon," gaped Michelle as she looked at the cat. "Where did you come from?"
"Well, it's a long story, you see," replied the cat as he hopped off the two humans. "We've been very busy since you departed in pursuit of Bastemon and Karatenmon."
"Well don't let yourself get your own tongue, spit it out!" yelped Shaomon.
"Well it was about a month after you left that they appeared," grumbled the feline. "They call themselves the Chaos Masters, but really they are just the Dark Masters of the ancient times, somehow Piedmon found a way to escape his entrapment in limbo and he went quickly to work finding new allies, and well, he recreated his brethren from his first incursion on this world only this time he's made them better or so they say, I have yet to meet them in combat."
"We should find the others," whispered Cupimon, "These guys sound like they aren't playing around…"
"Well, some of are more playful than others," called a childlike, metallic voice. The children and the digimon looked up to see a small puppet boy sitting on a tree branch; he was caste in dark black metal. The metallic hinges of his hands were curled around a large, sledge hammer. His chest composed of metallic gears spinning quietly. His face was a large, round ball bearing with an extended metallic nose. His eyes glowed with a soft golden light and a black stocking hat was leveled on his head. Metal chains fell and clanked from a cross bar that hung on his back. "Hiya, are you ready for some games?"
"We don't play with bullies!" shouted Mark. "So just go away!"
"Awe, but it's been so long since I have had toys as lively as you," sighed the metal puppet as he rested against the tree. He boredly twisted the sledge in his hand. "If you won't play I guess I'll just have to smash you like little melons…"
"Wait!" yelped Michelle. The girl looked to Mark, "We…may consider playing…"
The puppet boy perked up and smiled, "Goodie! I was hoping you'd reconsider, I have the most perfect game, you'll see it's even efficient like Chaos Piedmon wanted. I call this game, Whack-A-Digi-Destined, who wants the first turn?"
"Hey!" shouted Gatomon loudly, "We have a deal; you play we live!"
"No, I just said I hadn't had lively toys like you for a long time, let me show you," The puppet dropped a chain down into the bushes below the tree and pulled it up revealing a pair of scorched and unconscious digimon, one was a bird with a plant growing out of its back; the other was small flower-like lizard. "These two were my last toys…but they seem a little broken…" The chains glowed brightly before ripping through the two digimon. "Now that the old toys are put away, it's time to play with the new ones…" The puppet lifted his sledge hammer and leapt to the ground. "Puppet Sledge!"
The head of the hammer shot down exploding into the ground. A wave of fire flew up from the cracking fault of earth created by the strike.
"Pit Bomb!" a trench swept perpendicularly to the trench being formed by the puppet's sledge hammer. The flames fanned out in front of the children and Gatomon. The children and they looked up from their recoiled position. Buzzing, feathered wings hummed on a spherical, pink furred body. A long harpoon-like staff spun in the creature's small hands.
"Piximon!" gasped the two humans.
"Yep, yep," The small pink digimon looked back and smiled. "Looks like I came back just in time, indeed I did."
"Oh boy, a little ball to play with!" giggled the puppet boy as he skipped forward. "I think I'll use you to play crochet!"
"Don't count on it buster!" sniped the small, pink fur ball in reply. A bubble enveloped him, Gatomon and the destined digimon and digi-destined. "Why don't you go play a different game…" Piximon flashed his staff up into the canopy. A winged smiley bomb exploded into the trees, "…like pick up sticks!" A mountain of twigs, branches and limbs crashed down on the metal puppet. Piximon spun around and pointed his spear forward, "We're outta here!" The bubble around them lifted off the ground and shot into the trees.
"Piximon, Gatomon!" Mark gasped as he looked from one digimon to the other, "What are you guys doing here anyways?"
"We're mounting a fight against the Chaos Masters," replied Piximon as he sat cross-legged on the floor of the bubble. "All digimon who have been touched by the digi-destined are…"
"Where's Mud Frigimon!" Mark reached forward snatching up the pink digimon, "Please?"
"He's coming, he's coming," piped the little digimon, "I told him and some others to evacuate when I heard the explosion, and to travel north towards the mountain. He should be right behind us, Mud Frigimon might not be too tough in a fight but by golly they can travel, yep, yep."
"Where's Wizardmon?" asked Michelle as she looked at the two digimon.
Gatomon and Piximon looked at each other and then at the digi-destined, "Isn't he with you?"
"What?" yelped the two humans in unison.
"He decided trying to fight the Chaos Masters may be…foolhardy," whispered Piximon. "So he decided to go to the Human World to stop their plans without actually having to compete against them directly…"
"Yeah, so after he digivolved to Mystimon…" started Gatomon but he stopped when the children's eyes widened and then fell. "What?"
"You mean he went to Earth as Mystimon…then that means…" Mark looked down and looked at his hands.
"The clown, killed him, Mystimon was trying to protect us and Mr. Takenouchi from the clown," whispered Michelle. A tear formed at the corner of her eye. "We couldn't do a thing to save him…"
The two digimon looked at each other and a sober look came over them. "He died in honor, though; protecting the saviors is how almost every digimon wishes to fall…"
"He shouldn't have died at all!" shouted Michelle. She glared at Gatomon and then at Piximon, "We were the clown's target not Mystimon!"
"Uh guys…" Cupimon pointed behind Piximon. A metallic chain was flying at the bubble they were in.
Piximon twisted around and brought the bubble into a hard curve tossing the digi-destined to one side. The metal puppet was rising after them. He detached the crossbar on his back.
"No one cheats Metal Puppetmon!" growled the digimon as he drew his crossbar back, "Crossbar Slice and Dice!"
The crossbar flew forward like a metallic boomerang. Crimson energy formed on the edges of the spinning implement. It curved past the bubble and swung back around towards Piximon. Piximon pulled the bubble out of the way but the crossbar swept back around.
"It's too close I can't evade it!" shouted Piximon.
"Then we'll just have to push it off us!" yelped Cupimon. The little digimon hopped forward, "Cupimon digivolve to Lucemon! Grand Cross!" The plush angel grew into a blonde haired, blue eyed, twelve winged angel child.
"Shaomon digivolve to Labramon! Cure Liquor!" the little fluff ball glowed turning into a beige retriever.
The two rookie attacks were eviscerated by the crossbar. The destined digimon leapt at their partners tackling them against the side of the bubble as the crossbar sliced through it popping the film. Soon the contents of the bubble began a spiraling tumble towards the ground one hundred feet below.
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"I can't believe it…" gasped Tapirmon. The purple tapir looked around him. The hospitable, plush city that had been the Village of Origins was now a cold, chrome-digizoid nightmare. Some of the few eggs that survived the original take over by Bastemon and Karatenmon were now nothing more but metal castings. A flame burned inside the little digimon, "This is…horrible!"
"This is that city we were in before," whispered Amy as she and Penguinmon stepped forward. "The Village of Origins…"
"I know," said Brendan as he looked around, "but what happened here? We should really find out."
"I know but it's so sad…who would destroy defenseless digi-eggs…" gasped the girl as she walked up to one of the cradles and saw the metal glaze had covered the ovoid. "I mean they couldn't hurt you, what kind of villain…?"
"Mmm, I see, yes, interesting…" said a high pitched voice. The two humans looked up to where the voice had come from. A skin-toned squid-like creature with an exposed, lavender brain was moving about the cradles.
"Hey, you!" shouted Amy loudly. Brendan gaped at the girl's abruptness. "What do you think you're doing?"
Amy stomped forward; Penguinmon wasn't far behind. Brendan grumbled but walked behind the girl and the penguin. The new creature was thin, and, other than its brain, was relatively tan in color. Its arms were spindly and were much like tentacles; they ended in thin, wriggly fingers.
"I am Vademon," the creature said regally and bowed. "I am here upon the request of the lord of this area to check upon the eggs…"
The children looked up in confusion. Brendan stepped forward, "Your master will be very disappointed with your finding then, because these eggs are…"
"Oh I know, Lord AndroDramon will be much perturbed, I fear he will not like the report I'm going to send him, so much work, so much time oh and so much experimentation, only for our tactics to meet with partial results, it's quite the shame really…" sighed the squishy digimon as he whirled around and started to slither away on the tentacles that made up his legs and feet.
"Hey, your lord, AndroDramon," Brendan chased after the digimon. "You said he was doing experiments on the eggs?"
"Well, yes, of course, he is one of the foremost minds of the Digital World, even if most of it is spread across a database the size of a house," Vademon ranted as he stopped and turned to the boy. "Why, boy, would you like to meet him?"
"Would I?" Brendan turned to Amy and smiled, "Come on, Amy. If I can meet one of the foremost minds of the Digital World I may be able to find away to get Mr. Takenouchi back, and find the others, who knows what kind of tracking technology he may have."
"I don't know…" Amy looked around herself, "Why would anyone wish to live here? It's…like…"
"All the magic has been drained and all the strength has been sapped from this place," whispered Tapirmon. The elephantine digimon looked around the street, "The streets used to glow with life and now they are nothing but a cold, metal misrepresentation of the past…"
"Tapirmon what's wrong?" Brendan looked at his partner, "You seem glum."
"I don't know, but when I look around at this place, it feels like a piece of my heart has been ripped out," whispered the little digimon.
"That's why we need to see this AndroDramon guy, if we can talk with him maybe we can figure this all out and fix it," whispered Brendan to the little tapir.
"Ok," replied the small purple pachydermal digimon.
"Come on Amy," pleaded Brendan as he looked at the girl.
"Maybe you should go ahead, I think I need some time…" whispered the girl as she looked around, "Who could do something like this?"
"Someone very bad," replied Penguinmon as the penguin lifted her wing to console Amy.
"Ok, Amy, I'll go on ahead, but I'll be back as soon as I see AndroDramon," announced Brendan, as he and Tapirmon walked with Vademon down the cold, chromed street. "You'll be ok, won't you?"
"Uh huh," whispered Amy as she moved along the cradles saying quiet prayers. A persistent gloom wafted through the streets on a cold wind that whistled across the glazed over cradles. "I just don't…know why anyone would do this…"
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"Son of a…" the voice of Jason rumbled off into a long line of curses as the young man rubbed his head.
"Definitely have had softer landings," murmured the little pink creature at his side. "See, it knocked me all the way back to Motimon…"
"I noticed," whispered Jason as he looked around.
They were on a cove, or more specifically on a cliff overlooking a cove. The rock was white limestone. Trees were behind them and nothing but the deep blue sea was in front of them. A sea breeze pulled the briny air up from the rolling waves. Jason squinted his eyes. Down below was a seaside town and moored to the dock of the village was a huge ship. It looked like an old style galleon, one of many in the pictures of text books that went into detail about the great age of exploration and the great sea battles of pirates and privateers as they looted and plundered the Spanish and French of gold and spices from the West Indies.
"I wonder where the others are…" whispered Jason as he pulled back from the cliff.
"Maybe they went into the city," suggested Motimon as the pink, sheet ghost hopped forward.
"Maybe…" Jason put his hands into his jeans' pockets.
"Jason! Is that you?" shouted the voice of Janet. Seconds later Renamon appeared out the thin air and landed softly in front of the boy. The brown haired girl was only a minute behind her companion. "Oh, thank goodness, I couldn't find anyone…"
"Could they be in the town below?" Jason looked down at the city.
"I don't know, we haven't been down there," Janet replied as she crouched down near to the cliff, "maybe they already are down in the city…"
"Then we should go down there and find out," said Jason as he looked down the cliff face and frowned. "Any ideas?"
"Take Motimon and then grab my hands," announced Renamon suddenly. The children were quick to follow the fox's request and then with a nod of her head the vixen and her human friends disappeared.
Seconds later they were in a busy market place. Many digimon jostled around. Jason struggled to stop one and ask where his friends were.
"This is going to be impossible," grumbled Jason as another Gazimon pushed past him.
"Psst, psst," came a sniffling voice from one of the alleyways. The children looked around, "Hey, over here…" The two humans turned to see a digimon standing in the shadows. "You're the Digi-destined; aren't you?"
The two humans looked at each other and then looked suspiciously at the digimon. It was a very weird combination of aquatic mammal parts dressed in a lifesaver and a lifejacket. The top of its head looked like that of a toothed whale; its body resembled that of a seal, though its arms were definitely whale flippers.
"Who wants to know?" growled Jason loudly as he glared at the motley crew of whale and seal parts.
"A friend," whispered the digimon nervously. Its voice was filled with jittering and stuttering, "I-I…well I know I heard about strange occurrences across the sea…they say the Digi-destined have returned to stop the Chaos Masters…"
The two humans cautiously and laboriously walked through a stream of digimon and to the shadows. Janet looked into the strange digimon's eyes, "You've heard about our friends?"
"Y-Yes, I have," replied the digimon. "B-But they aren't here…"
"Where are they then?" shouted Jason loudly, "And who are you anyways?"
"I am Orcamon," replied the digimon with a little bow. "They are across the ocean and split up…They are amongst the territories of Server…"
"Where are we?" Renamon asked quickly.
"We're on the Island of Setup…" replied Orcamon.
The fox narrowed her eyes, "When did this place become colonized?"
"After word came of Lucemon's return to this world, and the fact that he is fighting with the Digi-destined, many wished to worship at his temple…" replied Orcamon as the water digimon started to walk down the alley. The humans and their digimon followed intently.
"Lucemon is being worshipped?" whispered Jason quietly, "I thought Lucemon was a bad guy in the past…"
"It is not something to discuss outside of Lucemon's presence," Renamon whispered in reply. "Now, tell me, where are we going?"
"Well the only way off the island is to take a ship, and there is only one outgoing ship today," said Orcamon as they exited the alley and entered a side street. The marine digimon lifted its flipper and pointed down the street to where a mast and a large white sail reached into the sky. "You'll have to get on the Great Gannet to get anywhere beyond File Island…though you may have trouble, Captain Vikemon doesn't care for women and foxes on his boats, he says they are bad luck…"
"Don't worry, we'll convince him otherwise!" smiled Jason as he lifted Motimon up. "Come on Janet, we got some charm to put on…"
The fox looked to Orcamon and frowned but followed the children. "I don't trust him," she whispered into Janet's ear.
"He could've just not told us," replied the girl, "I doubt he'd actually call us just to lie to us, if he didn't want us getting to the others he'd just never have told us where they were…"
"I suspect you are correct in this…" whispered Renamon with a sigh.
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As the children receded down the street towards the Great Gannet Orcamon pulled out a clam shell from his lifejacket. He flicked it open and inside the shell was a screen. Static played across the glassy surface for a few seconds and then the resolution sharpened revealing a shadowy, serpentine figure.
"Lord CyberSeadramon, I have made contact with the targets, they will be aboard Vikemon's vessel," hissed the marine digimon.
"Good then I'll let that overgrown fur ball of a pirate deal with them," chuckled the figure. "You do good work, Orcamon, their may be some fresh sardines for you at the Silty Clam, don't worry, they're on me…"
"Thank you, Lord CyberSeadramon!" chirped the strange digimon as he clicked the clam shut and proceeded with a running waddle up the street.
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Dark Qiviut: I figured you were gone. Yes the biomerging was always in the cards. I debated between Ancient Sphinxmon and Ornismon…in the end I chose Ancient Sphinxmon for a number of reasons.