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Chapter Thirteen: An Orge's Demons
Possibly the worst thing for a hunter is when they lose control. Sure there were factors you couldn't ever have control over such as weather and terrain but those were workable. Loss of emotion, loss of the target, loss hope, those are the things that could destroy a hunter.
Walking along the beaten and puddle filled path Orgemon was experiencing all those things and more with every step he took. Scent was all he had to follow her and even that was barely holding up.
"How the hell did I lose her?" He wondered, his face twisted into a bitter snarl.
One minute he was feeling the wind freezing his harden muscles while holding onto Jun then the next he was on his back with his partner nowhere in sight. Worst, he wasn't in Innsmouth but back in the forest. The trees around him had grown thicker and more twisted, some of the trunks forming faces twisted in agony. The rustling of leaves and drops of rain had grown to the point Orgemon thought they could be heard for yards away.
Climbing upward proved more difficult than Orgemon had expected. Almost like magic the common forest trees had practically become towering giants with branches befitting a tropical forest more than a forest. Normally this wouldn't have struck Orgemon as odd expect the change had been almost tailor made to him.
Swinging up brought back memories, both fond and bitter of days long since passed. Reaching the top to poke his head out nearly made him want to scream in rage. It wasn't just one patch of the forest, scratch that the forest had now become a tropical jungle. Granted it was one devoid of any sound of life or even majesty that usually accompanied one but it still posed a problem.
"Great, all I got is a feint scent and an entire jungle of Yggdrasil knows what standing between me and my partner." He grumbled beginning his tree leaping. "As soon as I find Daemon or Dagomon I'm going to make them wish they'd never-"
Instinct cutting off speech caused Orgemon to swing his club to the left deflecting a shining white ball of energy.
Calculating where the shot came from he dropped from branch to branch before taking off in said direction. "Hey! Whoever you are you just made a big mistake!"
"Really? The only mistake I see around here is you! I mean what with the bad hair, hygiene, and fashion sense!"
"What! That's it pal, you're dead when I get my hands on you!"
Orgemon couldn't place the voice taunting him but he knew he'd heard it before and it was a source of great pain. Hearing it made him want to catch its owner and make him scream for mercy. His nerves tingled at the thought of it.
"Get your hands on me? Heh! Oh I don't think you're going to be using those for a while!"
Once again, instinct saved Orgemon just as he was about to charge head long into a collection of bushes. A shadow with gleaming yellow eyes shot towards him. Nearly missing the first time the shadow slithered away then launched itself at Orgemon again. Orgemon's attempt to body-check the strange creature didn't pan out, it felt like a hammer had been slammed against his rubs knocking him to the ground. Snarling he blasted a Marrow Whack at the bushes half-hoping to hear some yelp of pain or surprise. When the bushes were gone there was nothing there save for a small set of imprints.
Still keeping his guard up he kneeled down to examine them. If he could identify what he was dealing with than he could form a plane of attack. Whatever had attacked him was fast and agile, there was barely an imprint in the muddy grass. Most beings wouldn't have been able to tell the four seven inch long imprint was from a primate's.
"Great, now I gotta deal with a crazy monkey….again." His head still hurt from the last time he dealt with a simian like Digimon. His head and his heart. "Hey! If you've got any guts wanna come out and settle this mon to mon?"
"Still trying to act all big and bad. You can say you've changed but your ego's still the same. Still carrying around a stick bigger than you can swing." The voice mocked.
"Come down here and I'll show you how well I can swing this thing!" Orgemon roared doing a three-sixty. If you're so strong than you shouldn't be afraid of a little gonk on the head!"
The laughter of a monkey reverberated throughout the twisted trees and Orgemon's skull. It was mocking and filled to the brim with contempt. "That little toothpick? Hah! I got hit with that thing once and it felt like a feather! I don't know how you can take pride in that pathetic thing but I know for a fact it's nothing compared to what I wield."
Instead of shouting in more rage Orgemon curbed his anger and narrowed his eyes on the environment. Something the creature had said caught his attention more than the mocking did. He said he got hit with it once, that meant he'd met whoever he was fighting. Orgemon would have liked to believe it was just some low level punk he'd taken down but something in his gut told him differently. If he knew this guy then he had to have made an impression.
"So where was it? Some scorching hot desert? A forest? A deserted street somewhere in metal city?"
"How cute you think I'm one of the losers you've 'hunted'. Speaking of which when are you going to bag some real prey?"
"Prey? Hah! I've hunted things bigger than and twice as smart!"
"If so then why am I the one in control?"
The rustling of the leaves seemed to grow louder. The rain pouring down did much to cover the sweat that had begun to cascade down his brow. Eyes darted to the left and right searching for a way out of the opening. But before that he'd need a distraction.
"Who's to say I'm not still in control?" Orgemon mused. His voice was calmer and his eyes were focused. It went against almost everything he knew but he still did it; he lowered his guard. "Like I told my partner, I'm not the same mon I was back in the day. The question is…are you Apemon?"
It was a wild guess fueled by Orgemon's simple intuition. In any other situation it's doubtful if it would have worked. Lucky for him it did.
Letting out a bestial snarl the simian Digimon bolted out of the tree types raising its bone club high.
From relaxation to tension green energy concentrated around his fist, a demon's face forming around the knuckles. A snort escaped the orge's jaws right before he slammed his fist into Apemon's gut.
Most of the air went of Apemon's mouth. Dozens of trees and branches broke a part as Apemon seemed to fly backwards a good five yards.
Orgemon didn't stick around to sever his accomplishment, he bolted as soon as he could. Jumping and weaving through dense greenery he took care to splash down in nay puddle of muddle or spa he could without slowing down. It didn't matter if what he just attacked was the real Apemon or not, he couldn't face it.
He could hear the faintest beat of Apemon's feet against the trees, his angered breath, and the wind passing him by. He was maybe twenty, twenty-two yards away. That was far enough. What he needed now was a river or a mass of vines and branches.
Without warning he jumped to his left under the roots of trees. He'd executed this tactic hundreds of times and it never failed. Apemon wasn't able to break the record.
Now that he had a good look at him he saw the Apemon standing before him was almost an exact replica of the one knew in his younger days. There was just a simple glance that told Orgemon this Digimon had been created from his memories somehow.
Created, yes, because there was no way this was the real Apemon he knew.
"How did it happen though? How the hell could Dagomon have, what power is…DAMN IT!" If the universe was playing some kind of cosmic joke on Orgemon than he was going to be even more pissed off. As if being separated from his partner wasn't enough he was going to have to go through a stroll down memory lane. Inside his head two voices argued for a course of action; his ego was screaming go out and kick Apemon's hairy ass. "It's not like I wouldn't be able to take him. I'm not the same snot-noised rookie I was before. I'd totally cream 'em." The image of Apemon's pain-filled body nearly made Orgemon abandon his hiding spot and strike the simian down where he stood.
What prevented him from doing this was the one thing every hunter needed in desperate times; their brains. What would defeating a pale copy prove? What if there was something else out there waiting for him to slip up? No, Orgemon knew, he felt it in his digital bones, he was still being watched. For now he was safe and he could only hope Jun was too.
Apemon had long since vanished from sight though his presence could still be felt. The Nightmare Soldier waited quietly in his foxhole. He mediated, something he never would have done had he not decided to turn his life around years ago. First off he needed to regain Jun's trail, second he needed to find out where they had been tossed this time, and lastly he needed a plan to deal with Apemon. There was no us in thinking if he kept quiet the primate Digimon would simply lose track of him.
Over the years he'd picked up a thing or two about sensing the life energy of any creature within his immediate area. With Digimon he needed to identify their signature as every Digimon's data was slightly different. This was the closest thing to what humans would call DNA. Sensing humans was slightly easier since they weren't originally made of data, even when they're transported to the Digital World something about their natural flesh and blood sticks.
It was this unnatural trait that told Orgemon Jun was likely hundreds of miles east of his current position.
That was one problem solved; now all he needed was the answer to the other two.
Apemon's presence had faded by the time Orgemon stepped out of his hiding spot. If he was quiet he'd be able to go unnoticed, if he wasn't then he'd have something to take his contained anger out on.
Many times silence had been Orgemon's only companion. For a time he liked it that way, the lack of nosey chatter or whining was comfortable to him. He didn't need some weakling moaning to him every five minutes. He didn't need them begging him to save them either.
If you can't rely on your own strength then you're dead.
Those words had made silence his most enduring and appreciated friend since his days as a Goblimon. Some would say calling silence a friend wasn't right, when they did Orgemon would either laugh them off or introduce them to the power silence had given him.
You call it silence, those that know the truth call it loneness. Tell me, is it ever right to call loneness a friend?
It was probably the third time they'd met that Leomon had said that to Orgemon. He remembered the boiling rage he felt upon hearing those words.
"Bet I said a lot of stupid stuff back in the day now that I think about it." The mental laughter was pathetic even to him. Laughter was really all Orgemon could do without stopping to muse on the many things Leomon had said to him in the past.
After that incident Orgemon remembered hunting as many groups of Digimon to fight as he could. It didn't matter who they were or what they were doing, he just cared if there were more than he could count. After a while he once pondered if Leomon had caught wind of what he was doing, that certainly explained their next confrontation in a volcanic wasteland.
See what having friends weighing you down gets ya' Leomon! Nothing! If you wanted to get stronger you were better off not coming to the rescue of every weakling ya' meet!
He laughed so loudly at those words he shuddered at the cruelty of it. Again that match had ended in a draw, neither Champions having been proved right. Although some could argue Leomon was right since he managed to hold his ground against the Nightmare Soldier.
After he left Primary Village he mused that maybe his rival had been right. What it had taken for him to realize that had been one was probably the signal most horrifying moments of his digital life.
The dull colors of the soaked jungle didn't remind Orgemon of Devimon's insides though the atmosphere they created did. The lack of color, of anything resembling life was suffocating. He could barely feel anything, had no control over what remained of his body, and worse had to watch what power he did have used by a being he'd sworn loyalty to.
Grunting to himself he suddenly realized the cruel irony of that situation. He'd always spurned the assistance of others. Then the one time he does accept help from someone else, it's from one of the most evil Digimon ever created in the Digital World.
For years he'd told himself Leomon had pushed him into doing it. It had to have been his fault somehow, there was no way he could ever be that weak as to fall for such an obvious trap.
CRICK!
"Idiot," Was the only thing Orgemon could say before he felt the silver bone smash into his skull with a painful amount of force behind it. His head, once filled with memories and self-reflections was now alight with burning pain and vomit-inducing dizziness.
"I feel sorry for whoever had the misfortunate of falling to you," Apemon's voice penetrated his ears moments before a foot slammed into his rib cage. "To be deleted by a wuss like you, now that's just cruel."
He could still feel the grip of his club in his right hand, he just needed an opening to use it. Words might have worked if he was talking to something that could be reasoned with. Sadly reason was something that had been knocked out of Orgemon's head.
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
The result of the clash of bone clubs was obvious; Apemon had the advantage. Not only was his made out of silver metal but also he could exert more force than Orgemon could without totally giving into his anger. Theirs skills were a match for each other, one parrying the other. Usually watching two brute creatures fighting with clubs wasn't as exciting as watching a sword fight or battle between martial artists but there was a certain awe in the way the two fought.
Apemon's swings were wider, carrying more impact than his opponents. Orgemon kept his club close for parrying and blocking, no opening meant he couldn't attack without fear of a counter attack.
"Never your fault right! So whenever something bad happens it always has to be someone else's! Anyone but yours!" Apemon yelled pushing Orgemon against a tree. "You know what that's called, being a self-centered loser!"
Raising his club overhead he parried with one head while delivering a fierce jab with the other. "Bone Cludge!" This time Apemon flee some four feet into the air before he came down to the ground. Jumping on top of him Orgemon started pounding his head over and over again. "Shut your hairy mouth! You're not him! Besides that wasn't my fault! Shit happens in a fight!"
Punching him away the furred Digimon leaped on top of Orgemon and began returning the beating in kind. "Whose idea was it to take the fight near the water! Whose was it to accept power from an obviously evil sociopath!? Face it you whimp! You always blame other people for your mistakes!"
Orgemon stopped Apemon's club by grabbing his wrist, dropping his own club he grabbed the other one. Summoning more strength he rolled himself over so he was above Apemon once more. "Pummel Whack!"
After three shots to the face Apemon released his club now thoroughly dazed by the pain. Pulling him up Orgemon fired off another blast in the form of an uppercut. Before Apemon could get too high he grabbed his tail and began spinning. "Mine! It was my fault! That what you wanna hear!"
Once he released him he sailed through a collection of trees and branches. Walking over to pick up his club he made sure to kick Apemon's away.
He waited for Apemon to rise from the dirt but he never did. A minute passed and in that time Orgemon knew what he was planning.
"Quit playing dead. I've seen that trick a dozen times and yours ain't anything special."
Hissing in annoyance he kicked himself up then dashed into the tree tops. "Now who's the coward! Scared cause I can finally beat ya'!"
"Isn't that what you always wanted Orgemon? Isn't that what you've always wanted?"
"You never were Leomon," He chuckled. "Maybe number two or three."
Yes, Apemon had been on the list. They'd met sometime after he'd finally Digivolved from Goblimon. There was nothing special about the meeting, just two brutes who crossed paths. Apemon had won the first time, they'd been a blow to Orgemon's swelling proud so he promised to correct it the next time they met. Indeed they did meet, always fighting, always scratching and tearing at each other like the wild animals they were.
"It's not like I wanted to see you wiped out completely. You were a fly, one that wouldn't stop buzzing around!" Apemon shouted now full of rage. "Every damn time even when I didn't want to fight!"
That was true, most of the time he had been the aggressor.
"Thanks to you I saw the inside of a Seadramon." The voice had dropped from an inferno to an icy wrath.
"…I wasn't the one who decided to smash his club on its head then scream at it for getting in the way."
THUMP!
Swinging around the Virus type was expecting to hear Apemon grunt in pain. Instead his attacked stopped and his arm vibrated from the force reflected back on to it.
Apemon's fur had become metallic in texture given it the look of still. It made his face look even scarier. Rearing his arm back he socked Orgemon right in the cheek.
The effect was very similar to when he'd been hit by his club; the pain and the stars he saw. Rolling on the ground a few times did little to resolve his confusion even as Apemon trudged up with his club in hand.
"You deserve this. You're a virus, a monster, a loser that got something it didn't deserve. The only thing is why hasn't anyone done this sooner?"
In the shiny reflection of the bone club Orgemon could see that day with painful clarity. It'd been lost in a haze of others but seeing Apemon standing over him brought it back.
Their battle had crossed over to a river that flowed into a thirty foot water fall. Knocking each other into it was the tactic they'd silently agreed upon while bashing each other senseless. Orgemon had better luck than Apemon who only grew more frustrated as the battle dragged on. He'd had to use that because he was losing, having taken more hits than his target. Sensing this Apemon had been relentless in assaulting him but he hadn't made it easy.
Using some rocks as stepping stones Orgemon made sure to stay close to the land, baiting his target into attacking him. Thanks to his mounting anger Apemon had fallen for it, blindly attacking whatever he could.
Neither noticed the 'stepping stone' Orgemon had used was a Seadramon's back until it lifted its head from the water to howl in pain. Angrily Apemon rebuked it before setting back on Orgemon. Now thoroughly pissed off it began attacking them.
Orgemon made the decision to back off the closer they got to the water fall. Apemon wouldn't have any of it.
He jumped at him with his club raised high. Smirking Orgemon gave him a Pummel Whack right in the face. What he didn't expect was the Seadramon to snap up Apemon before he could fall into the water.
Would he have survived if Seadramon hadn't eaten him? Apemon certainly was one tough Digimon so odds were yes.
Those thoughts had lingered in Orgemon's head for a while. Eventually they were brushed aside when more pressing matters were presented.
Dropping his club Orgemon caught Apemon's with both hands, fire burning in his eyes. "You're still pissed off about that! Fine! Than face me like a mon! Don't hide behind mind games! More importantly, don't get in my way now!" Gathering power he slugged Apemon again. "My partner is out there! I need to find her so if it's all the same to you, GET LOST!"
Another, much stronger Pummel Whack met Apemon's face sending him through the upper trees into the open air. No techniques were needed to tell Orgemon he wasn't going to be getting up for a while. That meant now he had time to look for Jun.
Grabbing his club he began east.
"It doesn't matter if it was my fault or not. That's the way the Digital World is, I was the smarter one, the stronger one so I walked away and you didn't." He said in a monotone voice. Maybe Apemon was listening or he wasn't, either way it didn't matter. "No matter how you look at it you would have gone back to Primary Village as a Digi-egg, hatched, and worked your way up. If you're so dead set on getting revenge, do it yourself!"
"Again, hypocrisy from a hypocrite. Seems to be becoming your calling card."
"Shut it! Whoever you are come out and face me! Quit hiding behind the past!"
"But the past determines the future. Ever heard of cause and effect? It's the one of the single strongest forces in the universe."
"Oh yeah, well tell me oh wise one, what's the cause and effect concerning me?"
"You spent most of your life taking things away from people bringing them nothing but pain. That was the cause, don't you think it's only fair justice should be the effect?"
Who was he speaking to again? The voice was masculine, bear-toned, and distant like the wind was being molded into some obscure being's voice. More importantly it was asking questions Orgemon knew he shouldn't be answering thus he promptly shut his mouth.
Silence had returned to him, much to his appreciation. In a trade off his paranoia had now jumped several levels. Something was going to happen, the question was what level of horror would it be and how would he beat it. Or worse it wasn't him that was going to be targeted.
A mile, two, three, then five and still nothing happen yet he didn't let his guard down. By this point he was almost wishing something would jump out and attack him. Yeah, he'd probably just end up with an Ultimate level to kick his ass across the jungle. Speaking of which the landscape had begun changing again, becoming more reminiscent of a forest than a dense tropical jungle.
Further ahead a clearing became visible. Getting his club ready he advanced slowly sensing a second presence.
What he saw first was the blade stuck in the ground and the Digimon standing by it, staring at it blankly.
Eyes flying open his heart skipped a beat. It was Leomon's blade!
"Why did he have to go?" The Digimon asked. Its voice was…deep, sounding more like a growl than anything. Matching the voice was a misshapen draconic Digimon. Hunched over with four limbs, the right arm a baseball bat compared to its golf club arms.
"Oh yeah, just who I wanted to see at a time like this." "What do you want to hear Cyclonemon? That you were right? Will that make you skip the lecture and get out of my way?"
Slowly the deformed dragon turned around to glare at Orgemon with his remaining eye. Unlike Apemon who held unbridled rage in his eyes, Cyclonemon's danced with tear-stricken insanity. Yes, the tears are what made Orgemon take a step back. There was something dangerous in his eye, a kind of unhinged madness befitting a psychotic killer. It burned into Orgemon with such intensity he lost any wiliness to attack him. Something told him doing so would result in a very painful backlash. Cyclonemon continued staring at him, still as a statue. The Digimon Hunter remained the same, only breaking to shuffle his feet backwards a few centimeters.
"I was supposed to be the one who deleted him. So tell me, why did he have to go?" Cyclonemon asked again still not showing any signs of attacking. "It's your fault though right? If you had been strong enough to take care of yourself he never would have been deleted."
If Orgemon had an sarcasm left he would have joked about how absurd it would have been for him to take on a Mega.
In a blink Cyclonemon was in front of him, his teary eye still gleaming with mad light. "Hyper Heat."
It was like taking a Greymon's Nova Blast head on along with a headbutt at the same time.
"AAAAHHHHHH!"
Everything hurt from his head down to his toes. His stomach still glowed an eerie red from the phantom's attack.
Orgemon was pissed, but more than that, he was now frightened.
Cyclonemon still stood in the same position with not an expression of rage on his face.
That was wrong, from the run-ins and eye-witness accounts the cyclopic Digimon never had a face as calm as the one Orgemon was looking at. His movement were sluggish, almost like that of a zombie.
"I want him back Orgemon. You took him from me. Bring him back to me."
Through grit and determination the club wielder pushed himself to his feet, defiance igniting in his eyes. "Get deleted! He was never yours! He was my prey! Mine!"
The air around Cyclonemon's eye began to sizzle with steam rolling off his head in waves. In a few seconds the eye was focused, a beam of heat the four inches wide and three inches tall erupting from the optical organ.
"Damn it!" Orgemon growled still numbed by the pain of Cyclonemon's melee attack. His leg muscles were straining under his mental command. "Damn it move body, move!"
He could see the heat blast coming for him. It was going to hit him in the chest again, probably burning a hole through his body.
"That can't happen! I still need to find Jun! I need to get here out of here!"
He could practically feel the heat when he finally did move. Ducking to the right the beat shot by him though not without giving his left arm a few blisters. Stumbling onto his knee and elbow he gasped for air.
What air he was able to gain was knocked out courtesy of an uppercut that sent him flying into the branches. Unlike Apemon Cyclonemon did slam him into the ground, he blasted him with another heat ray. The pain from the blast overrode the pain he received being pushed through the branches, scarring his back and leaving one sizable burn on his abdomen when the attack ended. He fell on top the tree branches. The leaves nestled and poked at his open wounds as the rain rapidly cooled the burn on his front. Grasping at the leaves in closed fists Orgemon hissed and groaned in pain for he didn't have the strength to get up.
THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!
In three swings the tree supporting Orgemon came down leaving him to have a sudden and painful meeting with the soggy forest floor.
A hot, firm claw grasped his head and raised him to eye-level with his attacker. "You're uglier… even… without color." He managed to cough out.
"What are you?" Cyclonemon questioned titling his head. "Leomon took my eye, if I took his data I could have gotten it back, I could have digivolved. I could have…" It almost seemed like his voice was breaking. "I could have left this behind. Why did you take that away from me?"
Orgemon said nothing as they continued staring at each other. Sadness mingled with the misshapen dragon's eye. The tears followed down his cheeks creating both an image terrifying and despair inducing in low light of the forest. This grotesque creature was crying.
"You always need someone else to make you feel better huh? That's how it's always been, you can't stand on your own unless you're standing over someone else. That's pathetic."
"More pathetic than mindlessly chasing someone half-way across the Digital World over something that was your fault in the first place?"
"What's your excuse?"
"What?" Enough of Orgemon's vision had returned so he could glare daggers with both his eyes. The minute he saw an opening he would take it, no more talking, no more walks down memory lane.
"He. Took. My. Eye. Isn't that reason enough to want him gone? What did he ever do to you? He never took a limb, he never took your pride away, he never turned you into a monstrosity. You already were one." Pausing to tighten his grip on Orgemon's skull Cyclonemon continued talking in the same dead voice, "You kept coming back to him, no matter what or how far away you kept coming after him. Throwing away your safety or bigger prey…just for him. You're just like me." Pulling him closer there was now barely an inch between them. "You needed him to make you feel like you were worth something."
There was an opening, a clear shot to Cyclonemon's eye. Orgemon would have taken it, that is, if he was still rational. "Worth something?! WORTH SOMETHING?! LET GO OF ME AND I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT I'M WORTH YOU ONE-EYED FREAK!"
THUNK!
Bells rang in the Digimon Hunter's head silencing him. The tears had stopped flowing from Cyclonemon's eyes, strangely that didn't do anything to diminish the aura of terror and insanity shrouding him.
Easily he began dragging a struggling Orgemon back towards the open meadow. "You needed him more than he needed you. You were an insect to him but to you he was something more, something you'd never admit. We Digimon are nothing but collections of data amassed from the limitless well called the Internet but we still have feelings right?" He turned to look at Orgemon. Once again the insanity within them momentarily made Orgemon stop struggling. "I know that's true because…because I'm angry, I hate you, I want to hurt you. I was hated Leomon. I hate so therefore I am right?"
He wanted to shout at him about how wrong and warped he was but Orgemon's voice had failed him when he needed it. What he'd just spoken was a total bastardization of the human saying used to reason if they really exist. Just hearing it made Orgemon want to vomit, the ideology was sick and warped…but not without some proof to back it up. Over the course of his existence he'd met many Digimon who ran on nothing but their hate. Back in the day Orgemon didn't see the problem with it until the Dark Masters incident. That made him rethink his entire existence, living off of hate, yes it affirmed one's state of being but to do it was just pitiful. To live your whole life on nothing but your utter scorn for another creature had come to repulse him. What happened when the object of your hate vanished? Would you still exist then?
For the first time in their entire history Orgemon looked at Cyclonemon with, dare he say it, pity. Was that how Cyclonemon had lived the day since he'd lost his eye? Was that how he had begun to live in the time leading up to Devimon?
Yeah sure, hate's enough to keep a mon going but what happens when you run out of hate? Does the object of your hate deserve it?
"No…no…" The Virus type muttered staring at his reflection in Leomon's blade.
"He was all that you had. Most Goblimon are weak, pathetic trolls who can do nothing but annoy anyone they come across. You hated it didn't you? You hated being pushed around, being used as a punching bag. You hated being alone. That's why you fought so hard, to get stronger until you digivolved to Orgemon. Even then though, you were still lonely. No one wanted to be around you, no one wanted to associate with you. You were a virus, something that would bring destruction wherever it went. There, you had more power but look at what it got you, everyone rejected you. That's why you became the Digimon Hunter right?"
…
"You did it for revenge. You wanted to make them hurt." Cyclonemon loosened his grip then rolled his head back. "We're freaks, outcastes. It's our destiny to be alone, rather we like it or not. It's who we are. The only people who can ever possible understand us…are those who stand on the opposite side of us." There was a sob, rather it was of sick joy or sadness Orgemon couldn't tell. "Leomon's kind, those that fight for and defend the weak. He made you sick right? He was your antithesis. The sad thing was he was also the closest thing to a friend you ever had."
"…Yes." He was broken. Eyes refusing to meet his reflection his entire body sagged, all the fight draining out of it.
"Who knows? Maybe in some way he considered you a friend too. But no, you were too stubborn. Because of your weakness, your stupidity he's gone. Your only friend in the whole Digital World…gone."
…
"And it's all your fault." Dropping him Cyclone reached for the blade with his left hand. "The sad thing is why did he have to go? Why couldn't it have been you? No liked you anyway. No one does. Leomon…they called him a hero. He was the one that was needed when there was a crisis. Not you, what could you have done?"
"…Shut your trap."
Now fully gripping the blade with his left hand he held it up to the dim light of flickering lightning. "So what gives you the right to live after everything you've done? After everything you've taken from everyone?"
Raising the blade up high Cyclonemon's eyes flashed a demonic red moments before bringing it down.
THICK! THUMP!
"Yeah Cyclonemon," Orgemon spoke with a renewed strength in his voice. "You pretty much got most of it right. I didn't deserve to survive after everything I've done. It should have been me MetalEtemon deleted."
The bone club that Orgemon had held onto throughout the whole battle grinded against the slick black surface of the blade. Besides a small gash there was no a scratch on the club.
Cyclonemon's lone eye widened when Orgemon sprung forward, wresting the blade out of his grasp.
Pulling his left arm back then jetting it forward he called out the name of his strongest attack. This time it was different, instead of a blast of dark energy his middle and index finger glowed with poisonous green energy. Without anything but a snarl he rammed it directly into Cyclonemon's eye.
"AAARRRRGGGGHHHHH!" He screeched towards the skies.
"He was one of the strongest Digimon I ever knew. I hated him yet he was my best friend. A friend who asked me to do something, pick up where he left!" Catching the knife with his other hand Orgemon fixed his fellow oni with a deadly glare. "Unlike either of us he never lost his pride! Never betrayed his beliefs! He never abandoned his friends…including me!"
SWOOSH!
"RRRRAAAAAAHHHH"
"You and I aren't so different Cyclonemon." Orgemon said walking towards the downed phantom. "Difference is, I found my way again. I realized I didn't have to be alone! I've got friends now! I have a partner! One who needs me!"
"Hyper Arm!"
Taking a made swing he easily dodged it then kicked Cyclonemon into the moist grass.
"If it's all the same to you I'm done screwing around! Either get out of my way or get ready to have this knife and this bone renting your skull!"
Shaking off the pain at least anger burned in Cyclone's eye, now tinged red with strips of data coming out of the tears around it. "You belong here! Hyper Heat!"
Dodging the heat ray while dashing forward he raised the blade in a reverse grip. A slash opened up a new cut on Cyclonemon's body. Then Orgemon drove the blade hilt-deep into his upper chest. Before he could scream Orgemon attacked again. "Bone Cludgel!" A series of cracks greeted his ears and seeing pieces of the mask fly off made him smile in glee. "And now…Pummel Whack!"
Dark energy formed his vintage just before he slammed it into Cyclone's face, not stopping until he was done on the ground. The light continued to grow until an explosion equivalent to four grenades going off together went off.
When the dust settled Cyclonemon was gone leaving Orgemon in a sizable crater and Leomon's blade about five feet away, once more impaled into the ground.
Orgemon stared at the blade with a distant expression then bowed his head.
Cracks appeared all over the weapon before it shattered a part. Each piece glowed white then shot into the sky.
Collapsing into a cross-legged position his breath came out in huffs. He was exhausted but the hunt was not yet over. After gathering his energy he walked back into the forest. Nothing attacked him, nothing stood out expect when he came upon a river. Splashing cold water in his face he caught a scent he knew could only belong to his partner. She was up river.
Orgemon suddenly jumped high into the air.
"Ame no Murkumo!"
SWOOSH!
Between the tree line being split in half and the water erupting from the ground Orgemon almost missed the hissing laughter reverberating through the air.
The river had grown in tremendous in just a few short seconds encompassing six more yards than it originally did. Landing on a tree that was tall enough to stand above the water he glared at the last enemy standing before him.
He'd faced everyone critical figure save for Leomon and Devimon in his past save for this one. It only added up since he was arguable the strongest and the one had had the greatest impact on him since he was Goblimon.
"I knew it was going to be you." He snarled readying himself for battle. "Like I told the last two, you're standing between me and my heart so…get the hell out of my way Orochimon."
Rising from the water the seven headed Ultimate laughed in the same cruel manner it did years ago. "Sorry Orgemon. But if you've really grown up from that pathetic weakling…" The organic head leaded close flashing demonic red eyes. "Then you're going to have to go through me to get to your beloved partner."
Surprisingly Orgemon smiled. "Gladly."
CLIFFHANGER!
So how was that one? Obviously Leomon is a big part of Orgemon's life so I thought why not add him in since everyone's facing their darkest fears. Each of the Digimon Orgemon faced represented something he had to let go off or in this cliffhanger, one he's going to have overcome. Next chapter will be feature a (misally) armed Jun trying to regroup with Orgemon. Leave a comment to let me know what you thought!
