Its been several months since Freya fled into the mountains. Life has gone on. The Darkness seems to grow ever thicker each day. But there is one light left, Freya herself. Helped out by the Ghost of SG, she has raided the Slave Camps several times and freed her friends. They hide in the mountains, and by some miracle, or by the grace of a god that does not exist their hideout has stayed out of enemy's sights. It is within this mountain hideout that we find Freya.
Its been just a few days shy of 3 months, but already Freya looks years older then she is. Her time of imprisonment took such a toll on her, and keeping up the fight with so little on her side has taken even more of a toll. Her eyes are aways sad, aways tired. But aways with the spark, the fire that never dies. The fire that gives the few hero's under her reason to live. Reason to keep fighting.
MM moves to the deep in thought Freya, placing his left hand on her arm. Where his right arm should of been, was but a stump. He had lost it during the final battle, when a Shadow Scyther had sliced his arm, and very nearly his head, off. He had been captured and enslaved until Freya had freed him two weeks ago. "Freya. Its time."
Freya frowns slightly and hugs her knees to her chest. She aways was willing to go out and free more of her friends. But this time she was afraid. There had been rumors. Horrible rumors involving Jen. There was no way they could be true. But what if they were? What if it...
The Ghost of Goku appears in front of Freya and smiles at her. "Freya. What do you see all about you? All about this world?"
Freya sniffles slightly and shrugs before answering her beloved. "Pain, loss. Darkness is everywhere. So many of who I knew are dead."
The Ghost of SG smiles and tries to take her hand, then frowns sadly as it goes though her own hand. He shakes the frown off however. "Yes. You see the truth. You must never be afraid to face the truth, no mater how horrible it may be. If you hide, you'll never know. And you'll never be able to deal with it. And if you don't deal with it..." The Ghost of SG trails off, but Freya knows damn well what he means. If she stayed curled up in a ball, THEY would win.
So it is with a heavy sigh, and more then a bit of fear that Freya fears as she pulls herself up. She nods to the Ghost of Goku, and places her hand on MM's shoulder. "Fo..For the shoes. Lets go."
Freya, and MM trail out of the Underground Caves, toward one of the camps. Both know its time to try and free more of their friends. And perhaps, if luck is against them, time to see if the rumors are true.
It takes the two two hours to get to the camp they've targeted. Its on the outskirts, so there is not as much danger in running into the main Dark Lords. Night has fallen by the time they arrive. Slightly, quickly, Freya leads MM to the edge, but once they get there they know something is wrong. Very wrong. Instead of quiet of night, and the movement of guards, there is screams of pain. Agony. Then the screams fade and do not repeat.
MM crouches by Freya, who's staring into the camp, unable to see much beyond the firelight in the middle, yards from them. "Do we go in? We should.. Maybe we should retreat. Just for now."
Freya shakes her head growling. She shivers slightly, something besides the darkness, besides the screams, feels WRONG. More wrong then most anything else she felt. Though everything does feel wrong in these dark days. She hisses slightly. "We go in. I have to know whats going on. I have to see!"
Without waiting for MM, she dashes from the safety of the shadows, into the camp. Freya easily leaps over the short fence, and dashes into the camp, so intent on finding the wrongness, that she pays little attention to her surroundings, to the possibility of any guards. MM stares after her, then swears. "#$! That girl is going to be the death of me!" Still swearing, he leaps after Freya.
Freya stumbles, falling within ten feet of the huge bonfire in the middle of the camp. She breaths hard, then looks up at the figure coming out of one of the huts. Freya's eyes widen at who it is, one who is black as the deepest night itself.
Moving with the grace of a Fox, Black Kyuuamon steps into the firelight. She is upright, as a human is, and her fur is black as ebony, covering every inch of her body. Her eyes are golden coals in her fox-like face, and long tails arch behind her, with the hint of demon fire on the edges of them. She places one paw against her mouth, her dark gray claws glinting in the firelight. Her other hand is clutching golden necklaces and bracelets. She purrs slightly upon seeing Freya, her tails flickering in interest. "I see more has come. And not just anyone, but Freya. The most wanted criminal in Shadow Mewtwo's empire. The one who's wanted, dead or alive."
Freya's face contorts in anger. She shows no fear at the appearance at Black Kyuuamon, instead angry shouting out a question. "Where are the slaves? WHERE?"
Black Kyuuamon's eyes flicker to the side, as MM dashes up. He freeze at the sight of her at first, then raises his weapon, a crossbow suited for one handed use. Back Kyuuamon chuckles slightly. "The others? Well you see, your Spirit seems to be like a virus, Freya. The Slaves of this camp rebelled, took over. Killed the guards and overseer. But such actions must be punished."
Before MM can fire, or any of the others even move a inch, Black Kyuuamon leaps into the air, landing by Freya. Her tails snake around the girl, and she glances at MM. "I have a nice hostage I see. Oh I think you'll give up if you want to live."
Freya just slowly shrugs. "Been captured before. I rather die then endure such hell again." With a quick motion, snatches her knife out of its sheath by her side and drives it deep into Black Kyuuamon's tail. Black Kyuuamon gives off a blood curling howl, and purple colored blood oozes up from the wound. The fox-like Digimon tightens her tails around Freya's arms, causing the girl to loose the knife into the dirt. MM raises the Crossbow to Black Kyuuamon's head. "Your going to let go of my friend now, Blacky. In case you've not noticed, your outnumbered."
Black Kyuuamon tilts her head back, and barks out what sounds like a laugh. "Really now? Then you've not meet my friend. She quiet enjoys slaughtering the likes of you." For a few moments, nothing happens, but in yet another of the tents, a figure appears, their shadow reflected from the fire. Freya turns her head to stare at the tent, the cold feeling of something WRONG growing within her. Cold dread that the rumors may be in fact true raced though her blood.
Black Kyuuamon barks another laugh, and the figure pushes the tend open, stepping out into the firelight. Freya goes limp in Black Kyuuamon's grasp as she stares at the person. She whimpers slightly. Why had SG told her to face the truth? She did not want to face the truth, NOT this truth. "No, no." MM and the rest also stare. Its MM that dares utter the figures name. "Jen."
And it is indeed Jen that moves toward them. Her hair is pulled back in a simple ponytail, her clothes are all black, including the cape that falls down her back. On her hands is metal claws, dripping with blood, and the look in her purple eyes is of utter madness. She stares at them for a while, then glances at Freya. Her face freezes for a few moments, and her eyes close. She sways on her feet as if she is about to faint. Her soft whisper can barely be heard in the night. "Lord, how can this be? How..." No answer is heard to those who listen, but Jen seems to get a answer, that no one save her can hear. She opens her eyes again. "I see. First you betrayed me, then I killed you. Then you came back to life to seek me and Master out. To kill us horribly. Betray me again."
Freya stares at Jen, and knows in her heart it is HER that her old friend is speaking to. But the words make no sense. No sense at all. "Jen ...I did none of those things. I swear!" Black Kyuuamon barks another laugh, then lets go of Freya, causing her to plunge chin first into the ground. Jen stares at Freya, then steps toward her, almost dainty. She raises the claws on her right hand, holding them over Freya.
"Little lies, little lies. I'll not be swayed, dear old Friend. You see, Shadow Mewtwo saved me, and showed me the truth. The light. Never again will I believe anyone save him. He is salvation." Jen whispers to Freya, before driving the claws down upon Freya.
MM, finally gets over his shock and lets a arrow go, flying from his crossbow. It hits the metal on Jen's claws, pausing her enough for Freya to leap up, rolling away both from Jen and Black Kyuuamon. Freya stares at Jen, tears in her eyes. "Oh god.. SG the truth..Its so ..It hurts to much!"
Jen, seeming to be not even slightly affected by the pain she's caused Freya, approaches her again. Black Kyuuamon stalks toward MM, who's struggling to reload the crossbow. For a few seconds time seems to stand still, and it seems certain Freya and MM will meet their death here this dark night, By the freakish Fox Digimon, and their friend, who's somehow been turned to the dark side. But fate, intervenes
Or rather Ghosts. They emerge from the ground, the fire, the very air itself. Ghosts of Blue-Eyes, of friends lost to the night, partners long since dead. And at the head of these Ghosts, is The Ghost of SG himself, leading the charge. He looks at Freya, and again sadness reflects on his face. "Best go now Freya. We can't hurt them. All we can do is distract them long enough for you two to flee. Run. And remember, never loose your fire. No mater the horrors you see, Wavy." The Ghost of SG raises his hands, and the Ghosts swarm over Jen and Black Kyuuamon, acting like fog, blinding the two. MM drops the Crossbow, and grabs Freya by the arm. He pulls her away, and finally she begins to run away with him, back to the Mountains.
The two hour trek back to the Mountains takes nearly twice as long. The night is the darkest of nights, without even the moon to light the way. Freya and MM keep going, fearing any moment the two who slaughtered the slaves...their Friends, will follow. Freya barely pays any attention to the ground she walks on, to MM, to anything. In silent shock is she, and if not for MM, she'd probably of given up, fallen upon the cold rock ground. But he keeps pulling her with his one arm, until they finally get home. The few others in the Mountain Hideout take one look at the two's haunted faces, and say not a word. Freya yanks her arm out of MM's grip, and limps away to be alone.
Freya lays on her cote for some time, crying sometimes, being silent the rest of the time. Over a hour passes, and finally The Ghost of SG appears by her side. He looks at her, and sighs. "Sorry Wavy. But you needed to see that. And you need to know, just as you know with Cat, you can't save her."
Freya sits up, and slams her fist though SG's shoulder, though it goes right though his ghostly form. She starts sobbing louder, shaking in anger. "NO! Just no! Cat and Jen, I have to save them! I have to...I..." She falls against the wall, her outburst leaving her worn out. The Ghost of SG tries to stroke her hair, but as aways, his hand cannot touch her. "Wavy. What is lost is lost. And nearly everything is. You must accept that, because if you don't.. Your the only hope. If you refuse to accept you can't save everyone, everything, then the little that's left to save will be gone.
Freya rubs her hand against her face, knowing SG is right. Not wanting to admit it, but knowing it all the same. "I know... but it hurts so much." The Ghost of SG nods softly. "I know that to Wavy. We all hurt. You have no idea how much it hurts not to be able to touch you, to kiss you. To feel your skin against mine... But its our pain that gives us strength to fight, if we let it. What will you do? Give in to it, or fight?" Freya sniffles and sits up fully. Her eyes are clearer. "Silly SG, you know what I'm going to do. Rule over Muffin land, and take your clothes, and save the shoes. What shoes we have left anyway." The Ghost of SG smiles softly. "That's the spirit Wavy." The Ghost of SG fades, and slowly vanishes for the night. Freya drys her eyes, softly whispering. "I miss your touch to, hu. So much." She rests back, eyes closing, giving into the peace of sleep.
Black Kyuuamon and Jen return to Shadow Mewtwo's castle just as dawn is breaking. Black Kyuuamon merely gives Jen a departing nod as Jen wanders into the Castle. Black Kyuuamon snorts slightly. That girl of Shadow Mewtwo's, gave her the creeps. The eyes, the unnerving stare... Black Kyuuamon snorts again, and leaps to the side of the castle, heading toward her own home.
Jen skips into the Castle, and yawns slightly. She removes the bloodied Claws, dropping them on the ground. Some slave or servant would pick up her mess later. She stared at the claws for a few moments, her eyes entranced by the blood. It was Shadow Mewtwo that had taught her to enjoy blood so much. Taught her it was the hero's fault for all the pain and agony her, and the rest of the world endured. Oh yes, they all should be punished for it! Jen finally takes her eyes off the claws, and removes the cape, dropping it as well. Next to go is her outer shirt, and pants. She drops them on top of the cape and claws, and stretches, kicking her boots off as well. They crash against the wall, leaving dried mud and blood marks upon the wall. Now dressed in a sleeveless shirt, and shorts, Jen slowly smiles a odd smile and walks down the hallway.
Cat walked down the hallway, yawning slightly. It was true she had just gotten up, but the place felt so cold when Cyber Hiwatari was out, doing... Well she did not want to think about what he did. What any of them did. It was with thoughts of him on her mind that she turned the hallway, and came to a dead stop. Her eyes widened and she started to shake as if she had seen a ghost.
A few weeks ago, one of the servants had told her Jen had been killed. Cat had been horrified at the thought, she was deep in enemy campy herself, but she did not truly want anything bad to happen to her friends. She had cried, almost as hard as when Freya had left her. But coming down the hallway WAS Jen. As alive as she had ever been. Without thinking, Cat ran down the hallway and skidded to a stop before Jen. "Your Alive! What are you doing here, what happened, I thought you were DEAD?"
Jen slowly blinks, her eyes starting to show the hatred she felt for humans, the hatred taught by Shadow Mewtwo. But slowly she calmed, remembering Shadow Mewtwo saying something about Cat, how she was with Cyber Hiwatari. She blinks a few times, and shrugs. "I was almost dead. Freya almost killed me. Then Valgaav almost hurt me. Then Shadow Mewtwo came and saved me. He showed me the truth. He really is a saver, and proper Lord for this world."
Cat just stares at Jen, trying to take in her words. "What? Freya would never hurt you..."
Jen moves closer to Cat, staring her in the eyes. Cat involuntary shudders, something about her eyes was unnerving to the very core. "You don't sound certain of that, Cat. Tell me, did Freya hurt you to? Did she?"
Cat started to say no, then she thought back on Freya's angry words at her, how Freya had looked at her for loving Cyber Hiwatari. She stared down at her shoes, unable to answer Jen. Unable to think about Freya without feeling hurt and a little betrayed.
Jen puts a hand on Cat's shoulder. "Its OK Cat. She will die someday. I almost killed her tonight. I almost got to watch her blood spill on the ground. Just like the other humans blood spilled everywhere when I killed them." Jen smiles slightly, and Cat just stares at her, unknowing if Jen is serious. Then suddenly, Cat realizes Jen IS serious. And suddenly, Cat can't take it anymore. She stumbled back, away from Jen's touch. She turned, and fled away from Jen.
Cat's heart leap with every dashing step she took, fleeing from Jen, though Jen gave no chase, just a single puzzled glance at Cat before turning the other way and moving off. Cat did not even stop to see if Jen WAS chasing her, just ran until she reached Cyber Hiwatari dwelling.
Cat bolts right into the dwelling, slamming the door behind her. She whimpers slightly, frightened of the words Jen uttered, of her eyes. Suddenly Cyber Hiwatari's voice comes from behind her, and she leaps in fear, then dashes into his arms sobbing. Cyber Hiwatari holds Cat tight, stroking her hair.
"What is the mater, my Love?" He softly whispers to her, all the while stroking her soft hair. Cat sobbed once more, then the words spilled from her in a torrent of gasping breath and distressed emotion. "J..Jen! She's alive, why did you not tell me she was alive? And WHAT the hell did Shadow Mewtwo do to her? She acts like she's totally psycho and on his side!" Cyber Hiwatari answers Cat's words with silence at first, then places his finger to her lips as she starts to speak again. "Shhhh, my Beloved Cat. It was simply necessary for Shadow Mewtwo to condition Jen. It was that or kill the poor girl. You do know how things work, though I know you ignore them as best you can."
Cat grows still in Cyber Hiwatari's arms, taking in his words. She does hate how things are, but in truth nothing she could do would change any of it. So it was best to accept it. After all, she had Cyber Hiwatari's love, to keep her safe, to keep the bad things at bay. So yes, she would accept this as she had accepted everything else that had happened. No more talking, whining really, like a baby about things she could not hope to change. But There WAS one final question she had to ask Cyber Hiwatari, before she put this in the back of her head, and heart as she had done with the rest. "Cyber Hiwatari... Why did Shadow Mewtwo want Jen like she is now instead of dead? What does he do with her?"
Cyber Hiwatari puts one arm around Cat's shoulder, pulling her closer to him. He can tell her heart has begun to slowly calm, she has begun to accept this as well as everything else. "Well you see, my precious Cat, Shadow Mewtwo's feelings toward Jen, thought twisted and dark, are like mine toward you. As for what he does with her, well that's what we should be doing as well."
Cat slowly nods as Cyber Hiwatari trails off, and draws Cat even nearer to him. Cyber Hiwatari feels her blood heating up, as is his own. He places his free hand onto her side, under her shirt. She shifts even closer to him, and allows him to move his hand up to caress her small and soft breast. Cat softly whispers Cyber Hiwatari's name, before reaching up and wrapping her arm around his neck. The two meet in a deep kiss, mingling their tongues together.
Their kiss, their emotions, said more then words ever could. Both Cyber Hiwatari and Cat had waited all this time, all these months, doing no more then kissing and being in each others arms. Now, though, the waiting was over.
Cyber Hiwatari breaks off the kiss for just long enough to remove his shirt, and gently remove Cat's shirt as well. He drops both to the ground, his eyes gazing over Cat's soft and beautiful half naked form. She stares at his chest, then both their eyes travel up to meet. In the second that they stared into each others eyes, each others very souls, it felt like a lifetime. A lifetime filled with longing and need.
Again the two meet, in their second kiss of the night. This one even deeper then the first. Cyber Hiwatari holding Cat tightly with one arm, the other arm caressing her breast. Cat gripped him just as tight, and her hand drifted down to his pants. With fierce need Cyber Hiwatari cups Cat's breast, squeezing it slightly. Cat sighs in pleasure, then reaches into his pants. First just brushing her fingers against his member, then grasping it as he grasps her breast. With slight gasps Cyber Hiwatari pulls Cat to the carpet, his hand snaking down to her pants and pulling them down to her knees. She returns the favor, and he falls upon her as they sink to the carpet, intertwined.
The lights slowly turn off in Cyber Hiwatari's dwelling, as the two lovers venture deep within their passion.
Jen returns to Shadow Mewtwo's main rooms, moving toward the open window. She stares outward, confused still by Cat's horrible reaction to her. What had she done? She knew it was natural for the human slaves and rebels to react to her in fear, but Cat was ONE of the dark ones. She was with Cyber Hiwatari.
The softest of whispers comes from behind her, and in her mind at the same time. "Nothing." Jen turns around, as Shadow Mewtwo floats into the room, and to her. Jen walks toward him, confused still. Shadow Mewtwo answers her confusion, as if he knows her every thought, her every feeling. And perhaps he does. "She was not appreciative of who you are now. She will be should you meet again, That I promise, My Princess." Jen nods at Shadow Mewtwo's words, but still confusion plays deeply on her features. Shadow Mewtwo sensing this, takes her in his arms, softly stroking the back of his clawed hand to her cheek. " Confused, again? Do not be. I told you there was no reason for you to be confused. That I would make sure such would go away quickly, as so not to trouble you."
Jen relaxes in his arms, softly sighing. "I try not to be confused, but everything IS so confusing somethings. My head spins so much.. And its so much worse when your not here. When your gone I'm so cold and confused." Shadow Mewtwo wraps his tail around her waist, pulling her close to him. "Then let me warm you, My Princess. Let me sweep away your confusion." Jen softly nods, relaxing further into his arms. Shadow Mewtwo lowers his head, trailing his tongue down her neck. Once he reaches the side, he bites her, causing her to gasp, not in pain but in pleasure. She completely lets go of all her tension, relaxing in his arms, as he bites her, drinks her very blood. The confusion in her head is already fading as if it was but a dream. All she needed was for Shadow Mewtwo to be with her, touching her, in her for all the cold and confusion to drift away.
Shadow Mewtwo continues the bite, finally easing up. He licks Jen's blood off his fangs, then moves his head so he's staring into Jen's eyes. She is HIS. Now and forever. He softly smiles, then licks her neck where he bite her. She shivers in pleasure, and he slices the band that binds her hair in a ponytail, letting it cascade down upon her bare shoulders. He runs his claws though her hair for a few seconds before cupping the back of her neck in his clawed hand, and kisses her. She falls into his kiss, even as his fangs nip her tongue ever slightly. Shadow Mewtwo's tail slides down, and the sharp blade on his tail slices though her shorts and underwear. Both fall to the ground in a pile. Shadow Mewtwo continues with their kiss, his claws on his free hand slice though Jen's shirt next, allowing it to fall on the floor with the rest of her clothes. Jen pushes herself closer to Shadow Mewtwo, her breasts pressing against his chest. He breaks off the kiss to purr slightly in pleasure, then wraps his other arm around her waist, pulling her as close as he can to her. He kisses her again more roughly then the first kiss. His tail tightens on her and with a single push of his power, he lowers them both gently to the floor.
A breeze shuts the window shutter, casting the room in darkness as the strange pair fall deep within each other.