Road Back Home – chapter 2
I met Heather online the other day. :) So happee!
I hope A-chan gets to read this story too. I miss the two of them. They've supported me all the way through my work and I've been trying to keep up with A-chan, but to no avail… I haven't got the time. Sorry, A-chan... :(
PLEASE RnR!
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"Beelzemon, slow down!" Isis cried, hanging onto the biker in front of her for dear life. He just huffed and went faster,
"If you're coming with me, you'd better get used to it!" he hollered over to her as the jumped a ledge and dove 5 feet below as the motorcycle, conveniently named the Behemoth, bounced a few times and kept on going faster and faster. They were at the foot of the volcano now as Beelzemon looked over his shoulder and said, "Grab the handlebars!"
"What?" she did it anyway, reaching around him and taking control of the handlebars. What he did next was completely unexpected; he released his grip around her waist and jumped up a few good ledges on the side of the volcano, leaving Isis screaming all the way when the Behemoth won't stop.
Beelzemon shook his head disapprovingly; rubbing his temples, "Humans..." he muttered and whistled once. The Behemoth turned around, back towards the entrance where he could see her and with a second whistle, the large black vehicle stopped.
"Just stay there! If you run away when I'm still on the job, I'll make sure I hunt you down!" with that, he went and climbed up the side of the mountain, jumping unbelievable heights at once without stopping to catch his breath.
Isis thought this was to be expected; he wasn't human anyway. Now, she opened her electronic log book again, "People, I'm in trouble. I just lied to a Digimon. A Mega-level at that! What am I gonna do? I can't just run, this stupid motorcycle," the Behemoth bucked angrily as she said so, "Okay, okay, sorry! This motorbike's gonna run me over if I ever think of escaping! Just hopefully, there isn't a lab that he knows of around here..." she sighed, wondering how much worse her luck can get.
Beelzemon on the other hand was now under fire as DemiMeramons were planted just about everywhere along the sides of the volcano. He's had a few burns already and resorted to using his fists to prevent any explosions happening in his face at point-blank. His claws glowed purple as he swiped at one of the little fireballs, "DARKNESS CLAW!"
It broke down into data almost immediately, disappearing into thin air as Beelzemon lashed out even more, taking each and every one of the DemiMeramons and rushing on to find the source of the rumbling. The heat intensified and the leather outfit he was wearing wasn't helping him any. He was near the top now and some Meramon was trying to fend him off. One of them, a BlueMeramon stepped up to him and said,
"You're trespassing our territory, Beelzemon! The Fire Chip is ours for the taking!"
"Yeah right! There are flower Digimon living nearby and I suppose you were giving them a hot water bath? Get out!" he said mockingly, opening fire at the fiery beings standing before him. Two of the five were taken down almost instantly and the other three countered by throwing fireballs at the black biker.
Beelzemon had other things in mind. Instead of taking the Meramons out, he rushed up to them and with some extra 'help' from the BlueMeramon; he jumped right over it, using the blue flame monster's shoulders to give him extra height and distance, "The Fire Chip belongs to Witchmon, for your information! You're lucky she's a bit out of shape today otherwise, she would've frozen you all to oblivion!" he called, dropping himself into the crater where SkullMeramon was waiting.
"Yo, Skull. Long time no see," he greeted the masked Digimon, whose back was turned to him. The taller mon merely glanced over his shoulder at the thinner Beelzemon and rasped,
"Give it up, Beelzemon. We got it fair and square."
"Technically, you didn't," said a softer voice from the exit behind the two muscular mons. A small, caped figure stepped into the large crater room, staff in hand and dragging an unconscious Gazimon inside with him. He dumped the small, purple-furred creature down on the ground and looked up at the masked mon in front of him with piercing green eyes, "Witchmon's house was assaulted when you heard news that she successfully procured a Fire Chip via an experiment she worked hard for. That chip was stolen within 24 hours of its creation. You can safely say that she was robbed, and injured quite heavily. All thanks to your cowardly acts."
SkullMeramon was going to say something to the small Digimon when Beelzemon beat him to it, "Wizardmon, this is MY job! I applied for it, what the hell are you doing here?"
Wizardmon smiled, "You may have taken it earlier than I did, but Witchmon insisted me to finish the job for her. She doesn't like you, you see," the wizard said calmly, stepping up to the taller biker.
"Why you little...!" Beelzemon had the urge to just flatten the small but powerful Champion-leveled Digimon, but SkullMeramon had just rushed towards them with a flaming fist heading their way. Instead, he used Wizardmon's head as a pillar to support his weight on as he swung his legs up, and let his heels come crashing down on the larger-built digimon's head, knocking him off balance.
Wizardmon re-adjusted his hat and snarled at the biker, "Watch it! He's mine!"
Beelzemon countered this by smirking at his 'companion', "Make me!" He rushed towards a small pillar where the Fire Chip was, the lava pool near them bubbling at an increased rate. Before the speedster could touch the chip, a bolt of lightning hit the pillar and made Beelzemon eat dust. He got up to his feet and hollered, "What was that for!"
"I'm making you back down. When I said this job's mine, I mean it," he said dangerously, his staff emitting powerful bolts of unleashed magic. SkullMeramon staggered to his feet and both rival bounty hunters glared at their victim,
"You stay out of this!" Beelzemon punched the Mon's face; cracking the mask and knocking the muscular Mon back down again. Wizardmon took this as a good opportunity to grab the Chip and it was exactly what he did. He snatched the Chip up and fired a bolt of lightning to the open hole above him. It exploded like a flare but even though it was broad daylight, any Digimon would be able to see it. Beelzemon shielded his eyes and when the flash subsided, he could see another Wizardmon looking down at them, all clad in white.
"Sorcerimon... Should've guessed!" Beelzemon growled through gritted teeth.
The white witch pointed her staff down to the pool of lava, which was on the brink of causing a volcanic eruption and cried, "Crystal Cloud!" a white mist was emitted from the tip of the snowflake-topped staff and the temperature dropped down at an incredible rate, forming an ice cave within the volcano in a matter of seconds, freezing the lava pool AND Beelzemon's legs.
He noticed this and looked up at the witch, "Hey!"
Wizardmon levitated past him, holding the Fire Chip up for the biker to see, "All's fair in love and war, as they say. I'll be taking this."
"Fuck you," Beelzemon snarled, artfully lifting his middle finger at the wizard. With a triumphant chuckle, his wizard rival joined his companion and with a layer of mist surrounding the two, they vanished into thin air.
With a mighty war cry, Beelzemon freed his feet of the frozen ground and kicked the frozen SkullMeramon in the ribs, muttering and cursing something about distracting him from pulverizing the waffling little wizard to a pulp before storming out to see if Isis was still around.
Isis was still outside all right. She had fallen asleep on the Behemoth, which already fired off quite a number of energy rounds to fend off some stray Digimon. It revved its engine, acknowledging the return of its master and shut up instantly when it saw the ugly scowl on the Virus' face. He was cursing and muttering to himself all the way to his beloved bike and upon mounting it, Isis woke up.
"Finally you're back. What took you?" she asked. She didn't notice her companion holding back the urge to just hit her but she did get snapped at,
"Shut the hell up, alright? I ain't in the mood to hear you complain," without further ado, they rode off, and Isis just had to ask,
"Listen, I know you're not in a good mood, but at least tell me where were going!"
"We're going to the Hunter's Guild! I need to talk to someone, and I'm probably going to hurt him!" he growled.
Isis fell silent for a moment, "Does everyone in the Digital World like humans?"
Beelzemon felt his blood boil even more, "Not everyone does, but most of us in the Hunter's Guild don't give a damn about humans. Now if you would PLEASE, shut the fuck up!" he half-shouted at her, losing his temper.
Isis shut up immediately; she may be of significance to him for the time being, but she wasn't sure whether or not she was going to live long enough before he finds out that she lied to him. In other words, she had no idea how to upgrade him to Blast Mode.
/At the Hunter's Guild/
Beelzemon practically kicked the door open and fumed, "FLORAMON!"
The small pink flower Digimon looked up at him pleasantly and said, "Why Beelzemon. Welcome back."
"Don't give me that! Who said Wizardmon could take my jobs?" he growled, slamming his hands down on the counter. She sighed and flipped through a few files, out of habit,
"We didn't say he could, but we did say the client has the right to choose someone to do the job for them. In this case, Witchmon chose Wizardmon. You know how she is, all cranky and angry. To add to that, you do realize that Witchmon has a personal vendetta against you, don't you?" she said sweetly, stamping something on one of the many pieces of job requests, filing it up, passing it to her helper, a Tentomon, to sort and not even looking up to meet the Mega-leveled digimon's eyes.
Beelzemon grumbled at the memory, "It was just a little blunder with her stupid books..."
Floramon giggled, "She's not one to take blunders lightly. God knows how many digimons are on her black list now. Not surprisingly, Wizardmon's on her white list. They are the same type after all."
"Yeah, she's a mega-bummer. A racist, that's what she is," a passing Sylphimon joined in, placing a piece of paper on the table as a sign that he just finished his job. Floramon graciously took it from him and stamped it up,
"There are a few more jobs here, Sylph. You want to do some more, or are you done for the day?" she asked, opening his file up.
The pointy-eared digimon shook his head, "I'm done for the day. Just reserve some for me, okay?"
"Alright," Floramon filed up the last piece of paper and put it away, Beelzemon's file still open in front of her, "You said Witchmon's a racist, didn't you? What makes you say that? I thought you were on her white list."
"Not anymore. I messed up on her last job request and she got mad at me. Wouldn't talk to me since."
Beelzemon huffed, "Can we change the subject?"
Floramon looked up, "Hey, is that a gijinka digimon?" she asked, pointing at Isis.
Both Beelzemon and Sylphimon turned around. Beelzemon merely rolled his eyes skywards and said, "She's human. Said she got transported here somehow."
"She is pretty, isn't she?" Floramon said, smiling and nudging Beelzemon.
He took this pretty hard, "I have no intentions of being attached to her, alright? Once she's of no use to me, she's on her own."
"Oh? So she's got a use for you now? In what way?" Sylphimon asked, clearly curious about this whole thing.
"It's none of your business, bird-brain."
Sylphimon pulled a hurt face, "Aw, I'm hurt. Be nice, will you?"
Beelzemon huffed and saw someone else come in via the reflection in Sylphimon's visor, "Sorcerimon..." he growled.
"What?"
The white witch gasped when she saw him. Obviously, she's nothing without her working partner. She turned sharply on her heel, afraid to face the demon's wrath but accidentally bumped into Isis instead. Her hat fell off of her head and she herself was knocked back. Beelzemon strode over to her and picked her up by the arm,
"Let me go! Let me go, I didn't do anything!" she cried, trying in a vain attempt to wrench her arm out of his grip. Her brownish-blonde hair was strewn haphazardly across her forehead and the little piece of cloth she used to tie her hair back fell off, resulting in her looking a complete mess.
Beelzemon placed a clawed hand on her head so she'd stop moving around and squatted so he could see her in the eye, "Listen, I can't guarantee you'll live if you keep this up. I'm not in a very good mood and that MAY change, depending on how you behave AND how you answer my questions."
A nearby Renamon smirked and huffed, "That's a pretty unfair question. You NEVER like how people answer you."
"Shut up, fox-face!" he growled. She merely looked away arrogantly as Beelzemon turned his attention back to his prisoner, "Where's Wizardmon?"
Sorcerimon looked like she was going to burst to tears, "I don't know!"
"You're lying through your teeth."
"I don't know! I really don't know! We parted roads on the way here! He just told me to come here and send the job request in, collect the bounty then wait for him back at our meeting place!" she cried frantically, not realizing that she actually has her staff in her free hand and could have escaped much, much sooner.
Beelzemon looked up at Isis, "I don't know if this is true, but they all say womons have a better sixth sense than mons. Do you think she's telling the truth?"
Isis shrugged, "Just look at her, she's a mess. She's terrified of you to boot. I'd just spill it all out if I were in her position. You can trust her on what she just said; the poor girl's a wreck."
Beelzemon frowned at the teenage human and released his grip on the little witch. In a hurry, she picked her hat up, stuck it on her head and went over to Floramon. Once she pocketed the bounty, she didn't bother using the door; she just teleported out of there, afraid to cross Beelzemon's path a second time.
The biker stood up and sighed, "That little magician never seems to be here... Always getting his little helper to do stuff for him."
"What? Do you have a personal grudge against him?" Isis asked, suddenly feeling a bit interested in Beelzemon's rivalry.
However, she didn't get the answer she wanted, "It's none of your business. Once you help me upgrade myself to Blast Mode, you're on your own. Keep that in mind."
"Oh, Beelzemon! Before you go, come here for a minute!" Floramon called, waving a hand to flag him down towards her. He grumbled something under his breath and strode over to the flower girl (no pun intended!),
"WHAT?" he asked thoroughly annoyed.
Floramon wagged a finger, "Is that how you speak to the womon who provides money to brighten up your already screwed-up life?"
Beelzemon grumbled again and said in a mock-sweet tone, "Yes, honey, is there something you want out of me before I blast your head clean off your shoulders?"
Floramon laughed at this, "A Rosemon came by while you were busying yourself with Sorcerimon. Here's the job description and she says she'd like someone who's a Mega level to do it for her."
"Rosemon, huh? If it's manicuring her nails for her, then why don't you go and get one of the womons to do it?" he said flatly as he skimmed his eyes over the piece of paper.
"She specifically stated that she wants a Mon to do it. Said that womon bounty hunters can't do anything right," Floramon said in an annoyed tone.
Beelzemon smirked as he finished reading, "I'll take it."
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Isn't everyone just wondering what kind of a job did he just take? O.O
I'm wondering myself; I haven't really thought of what the job was. O.O;
Oh well, things will come to me soon. No need to worry! Chapter 3 is on it's way, so just be patient!
Ciao!