Chapter 2: Darkening Future
Hey there, y'all!!! ChaosChampion here, making up for my puny knowledge of Digimon by writing this chapter solo!! I'm glad to see that this story has gotten so popular so fast, and Cyberchao X and I look forward to keeping the story going as long as you want us to-and probably longer, too, but that's another discussion entirely...
Hikari took a little time off from her relentless training to ponder her situation and how it had all changed so fast. Three years ago today, Myotismon had forced her current vampiric status upon her and put her under the care of his lieutenant, Phantomon. Throughout those three years, Hikari could almost feel a sinister and malign intelligence compete with her own mind for control of her-and she was losing ground every day. She grimaced at the revolting but inevitable conclusion of this: one day she would be just like her captor!!!!
"It's time for us to continue your training, young lady," Phantomon's badly- accented Eastern European voice rang through the halls of Myotismon's fortress. Today just so happened to be Assassination Training Day, which was by far Hikari's least favorite sort of training. It had always escaped her why the nations of the world did not, rather than first go to war and then talk peace at the peace table, skip straight to the peace table. But she didn't dare voice these sentiments-not when she was being held hostage by Myotismon's lackeys...
"Today, my darling, we are going to teach you in the use of the garrote," Phantomon huffed, presenting Hikari with a string of piano wire that had two handles attached to it, one on each end. "Now, as you can probably tell," Phantomon rambled on, "the garrote is a strangling weapon. Typically, one employs its abilities by sneaking up on your opponent and then wrapping the wire tightly around your hapless victim's throat. Now isn't this simply a marvelous weapon??"
"Whatever you say, Phantomon," Hikari sighed despondently; what on Earth was taking her brother and his friends so long to come and rescue her from this??
"That's the spirit!!!! Now, allow me to show you your target," Phantomon laughed lightly, producing a holographic projector from inside his cloak. He pressed a large button on the projector, and it showed an image of a ragged-looking man. "This man I have shown you is Prisoner CCC-12 in our dungeon. I will show you the way to his cell, and your job is to eliminate him using the garrote I have given you. Do you think you're up to it????" Phantomon asked politely, brandishing his scythe in case she replied in the negative.
"I th-th-th-think...so," Hikari gasped guiltily; this would be her first experience in the killing of another sentient being.
"I like the way you think, my girl!!!! Now then, permit me to lead the way," Phantomon demurred, starting through the dark, cavernous dungeon in Myotismon's castle. In short order, they reached the cell of the prisoner in question-and if anything, he looked even more pathetic than he did in the hologram. He sported a ragged-looking black beard and wore tattered clothing that, like so many things in this life, served as a reminder of a better time. He stared despondently at the wall; it was almost as though he wanted for somebody to end it all...
Hikari shook at that thought. She knew, somehow, that that thought had not been her won, but rather that of the malign intelligence at had colonized her brain when Myotismon had changed her three years past. With every passing day, it had grown harder to tell the difference between her own thoughts and those of the invader.
"Will you do as you have agreed to do, my lady???" Phantomon purred, sure that she would not go through with it and that he would finally get his chance to destroy this risk to his master.
"Stand back and see," Hikari spat back, stepping towards the ragged man. As she was readying the garrote, she hesitated for just a moment, and the man took this opportunity to tackle his apparently inferior aggressor. However, this proved to be his last mistake, as Hikari dodged his clumsy assault, then grabbed him with the garrote and pulled on its handles so hard that the man's head came off in a shower of blood that stained and smeared the entire cell. Unconsciously, Hikari hungrily licked off the blood that had landed on her and only came back to her senses a split second before she would have started on the rest of it.
'This shows...great promise," Phantomon sighed, angered at having missed his chance. Myotismon had always had one annoying habit, and that was always being right-about everything. It was better that your leader be cunning than stupid, but why did Myotismon insist on being so arrogant about it??? But all the same, orders were orders, and Hikari WAS progressing quite nicely...
Hey there, y'all!!! ChaosChampion here, making up for my puny knowledge of Digimon by writing this chapter solo!! I'm glad to see that this story has gotten so popular so fast, and Cyberchao X and I look forward to keeping the story going as long as you want us to-and probably longer, too, but that's another discussion entirely...
Hikari took a little time off from her relentless training to ponder her situation and how it had all changed so fast. Three years ago today, Myotismon had forced her current vampiric status upon her and put her under the care of his lieutenant, Phantomon. Throughout those three years, Hikari could almost feel a sinister and malign intelligence compete with her own mind for control of her-and she was losing ground every day. She grimaced at the revolting but inevitable conclusion of this: one day she would be just like her captor!!!!
"It's time for us to continue your training, young lady," Phantomon's badly- accented Eastern European voice rang through the halls of Myotismon's fortress. Today just so happened to be Assassination Training Day, which was by far Hikari's least favorite sort of training. It had always escaped her why the nations of the world did not, rather than first go to war and then talk peace at the peace table, skip straight to the peace table. But she didn't dare voice these sentiments-not when she was being held hostage by Myotismon's lackeys...
"Today, my darling, we are going to teach you in the use of the garrote," Phantomon huffed, presenting Hikari with a string of piano wire that had two handles attached to it, one on each end. "Now, as you can probably tell," Phantomon rambled on, "the garrote is a strangling weapon. Typically, one employs its abilities by sneaking up on your opponent and then wrapping the wire tightly around your hapless victim's throat. Now isn't this simply a marvelous weapon??"
"Whatever you say, Phantomon," Hikari sighed despondently; what on Earth was taking her brother and his friends so long to come and rescue her from this??
"That's the spirit!!!! Now, allow me to show you your target," Phantomon laughed lightly, producing a holographic projector from inside his cloak. He pressed a large button on the projector, and it showed an image of a ragged-looking man. "This man I have shown you is Prisoner CCC-12 in our dungeon. I will show you the way to his cell, and your job is to eliminate him using the garrote I have given you. Do you think you're up to it????" Phantomon asked politely, brandishing his scythe in case she replied in the negative.
"I th-th-th-think...so," Hikari gasped guiltily; this would be her first experience in the killing of another sentient being.
"I like the way you think, my girl!!!! Now then, permit me to lead the way," Phantomon demurred, starting through the dark, cavernous dungeon in Myotismon's castle. In short order, they reached the cell of the prisoner in question-and if anything, he looked even more pathetic than he did in the hologram. He sported a ragged-looking black beard and wore tattered clothing that, like so many things in this life, served as a reminder of a better time. He stared despondently at the wall; it was almost as though he wanted for somebody to end it all...
Hikari shook at that thought. She knew, somehow, that that thought had not been her won, but rather that of the malign intelligence at had colonized her brain when Myotismon had changed her three years past. With every passing day, it had grown harder to tell the difference between her own thoughts and those of the invader.
"Will you do as you have agreed to do, my lady???" Phantomon purred, sure that she would not go through with it and that he would finally get his chance to destroy this risk to his master.
"Stand back and see," Hikari spat back, stepping towards the ragged man. As she was readying the garrote, she hesitated for just a moment, and the man took this opportunity to tackle his apparently inferior aggressor. However, this proved to be his last mistake, as Hikari dodged his clumsy assault, then grabbed him with the garrote and pulled on its handles so hard that the man's head came off in a shower of blood that stained and smeared the entire cell. Unconsciously, Hikari hungrily licked off the blood that had landed on her and only came back to her senses a split second before she would have started on the rest of it.
'This shows...great promise," Phantomon sighed, angered at having missed his chance. Myotismon had always had one annoying habit, and that was always being right-about everything. It was better that your leader be cunning than stupid, but why did Myotismon insist on being so arrogant about it??? But all the same, orders were orders, and Hikari WAS progressing quite nicely...
