Me: Sorry this took so long to get this second chapter up here, but I've had such a rotten case of writers block that I couldn't even rewrite something I'd already written... how sad is that?
Matt: You really don't want me to answer that, do you...
Me: Depends...How badly do you want to have this story remain a Mimato?
Matt: (gulps)
Me: That's what I thought. Now, like you promised me...
Matt: (sigh) M&M Forever
does not own Digimon, but the plot is hers, so don't take it, or she's going to make me go after you for stealing it... (side glance) and the less I have to deal with her right now, the happier I'll be...
Mimi: What he really means is, please don't steal from her, she's worked hard on this, and she's made it nice and long to make up for the wait!
Me: Thank you Mimi. (glares at Matt) Now on with the story!
Chapter 2: To die, or to spy?
Matt slowly raised himself up to full height from the bent over crouch he had been in as the bats had passed by him. His eyes strained in the darkness as he peered into the darkness that now surrounded him. Entire body tense, he turned slowly to where he thought he had heard Myotismon's voice coming from, but he could see nothing beyond a foot or two of his nose.
"Demi-dart!"
The unexpected attack of Myotismon's henchman threw him completely and he spun, trying to figure out where Demidevimon was coming at him from. As he was nearly blind to anything beyond a foot from him, he struggled to discern if he'd turned too far, or if he'd managed to somehow miss the direction he had perceived the whiny voice from. There was the sound of wings from his left, and he lunged, hoping to tackle the bowling ball-sized creature, but instead his hands only met stone. Feeling about him with his sore hands, he could feel that he was all but surrounded by the rock. The voice, he reasoned, must have echoed from this spot, not come from it.
"Demi-dart!" he heard again, and this time he also felt something sharp pierce the small of his back. But as he spun around to face his attacker, he felt himself grow weary and dizzy. He sagged and soon found himself on his knees, gripping his arms tightly. The pain overcame him then and he slumped to lean his side against the wall. Terror nearly blinded him then, as he feared that whatever Demidevimon's attack had done to his body would end up killing him.
A low chuckle sent shivers up his back, the near agony of the involuntary act nearly sending him to the realm of unconsciousness. Someone lit a torch, but all Matt could see was a hazy blur of light that seemed to hurt his eyes. The voices he heard next didn't make him feel any better.
"Good work, Demidevimon. It seems you actually managed to plant the note undetected, which was more than I had expected from you." Myotismon praised him, his fanged teeth glinting and reflecting the light of the fire revealed by his large, disturbing smile.
"Thank you Master! You are too kind!" the bowling ball-sized Digimon henchman replied in his nasal voice. "Is there anything else you require from me, Lord Myotismon?"
"Actually, yes. Leave me alone with the Digidestined child for a few moments. Go fetch the potion I've prepared for him specially…I want to offer the brat a deal…"
"Yes Master, right away!" came the reply, and Matt could see the blur of light move away from him, growing faint until he could no longer see anything other than total darkness. He was shaking slightly, from the chill of the frigid stone wall he was pressed against, the heavy cold air that he was having a hard time taking into his lungs, whatever Demidevimon had injected him with, and from fear. He hurt so badly that he could barely open his eyes…not that he really wanted to. All in all, things were just about hopeless as it was, without whatever the fanged freak was referring to… something about a deal, if he'd heard right…
Matt felt himself being lifted up by the scruff of his shirt roughly and without concern for his condition until he was no longer touching either the wall or floor. He winced in pain, clenching both eyes and fists in attempt to keep from losing consciousness. He could hear a voice speaking to him, but he couldn't make out what was being said. How long he hung like that, listening to the rumble of Myotismon's voice, he couldn't tell, but he heard the sound of fire crackling, and Demidevimon's wings flapping after a point. More words were spoken, any coherency lost to Matt's drugged reality, but this time they answered by the whine of Demidevimon.
He felt the tip of another needle against his chilled right shoulder, and he squirmed and fought as best as he could to escape the evil Digimon's grasp, only to end up collapsing into a huddled mass on the floor with the needle jabbed into his shoulder. This time, however, the injection seemed to make his thoughts and senses clearer. Not countering whatever he'd been injected with the first time, but combating the symptoms that had rendered him nearly incapable of focusing on anything other than the pain. Eventually he felt the dizziness lessen to the point where he could open his eyes.
When he did, however, he quickly wished that he had not. Myotismon stood before him, the firelight reflecting off his teeth still more threateningly than before. Matt tried to scramble away and make a break for the opening of the cave, but a low kick to his stomach left him winded. Myotismon chuckled.
"Did you really think you could escape me, pathetic child? Even if you did, you would never make it back to the others alive. That poison Demidevimon injected into you will take your life within the hour, unless I decide to give you the antidote. But of course, it will come with a price." Matt moaned, wondering what it was that he'd have to do in order to appease him. He tried not to think of the worst, but he braced himself for it, knowing that with Myotismon the worst was very likely.
"Listen to me, brat, because I won't repeat myself for a third time: I will give you the antidote, and in exchange you must agree to be my spy for your group. You will tell me where they plan to go to look for your Digimon and anything else you find pertinent to your movements. You must also keep them away from my castle at all costs, and if I need you to take them somewhere, you must find a way to get them to follow you."
"And if I don't agree to this?" Matt interrupted, using what little energy he had left to speak.
"You'll die," he said shortly. "And so will your friends. If I give you the antidote, and you do not keep your promise, be assured that Iwill kill you… You honestly think you can keep your friends safe? How can you protect them if you can't even keep yourself from being caught by my simple trap?"
Matt froze. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he really didn't have much of a choice. Either way he refused to go along with the offer, the chance of him dying was almost assured. The least he could do for his friends would be to agree with it for now, get the antidote, and get back to them in order to warn them of the plot against them. Maybe Izzy or one of the others would be able to find a way to keep Myotismon from killing him…
"Ok, fine. I'll do it. Now let me go," he told Myotismon, trying to stand. Myotismon cackled and kicked him down again, causing him to land on his left side.
"Then you agree to all the terms?"
"What terms haven't you mentioned?" Matt asked, holding his now throbbing and scrapped arm as he got to his knees. Myotismon grinned and held out a small glass vial full of a pinkish liquid to him. Thinking it was perhaps the antidote, he snatched it out of the gloved hand offering it to him. "What's this?" he asked, twirling it around in his hand.
"That, weakling, is the other part of the deal. You'll drink that before I let you go anywhere. It's the antidote in it, as well as your disguise from the other Digidestined children…"
"My disguise?" Matt echoed, very confused at this point.
"You honestly think I'd just let you go without some sort of guarantee you'd come back to me? You take me for a fool, brat? Now drink it!"
"What's in it?" he asked again, only to receive a threatening glare.
"I said drink it! Drink it or die!"
The silence between them deepened beyond the point of lost comfort. Matt lifted the vial and shook it a few times; looking to see if there was something in there he recognized that would give him the answer to what it would do. But the longer he debated and toyed with drinking it, the worse he began to feel. With horror, he began to realize that it was the poison in his body finally starting to take control. Panic overcame him, and he pulled the stopper off the vial and downed the thing as fast as he could.
"There, I've taken it. Now tell me wha-" he started, but the most peculiar feeling overcame him. He looked down at his hands, but they looked no different. He glared up at Myotismon, who simply grinned, his fangs protruding past his lips even more than before. "What did you just do to me?" he asked, unable to keep the fear out of his voice any longer.
"I did nothing to you. You were the one who took the potion, not me."
Pain finally hit him, and he doubled over, screaming so loudly that even Myotismon's smirk faded slightly. Matt couldn't even describe what was happening to him; all he knew was that somehow his body was contorting in ways he knew were not normal, and that either Myotismon was getting taller, or he was shrinking. He could no longer scream like he had before, something had happened to his voice, and his eyes seemed to be getting larger, as he could see more. He shivered a few times, and all seemed to grow black as something smothered his face…
Something kicked him in the head and Matt groaned, finally roused to consciousness. How long he'd been out, he had no idea, but the first thing he noticed as he came to his senses was that he couldn't see. Something was covering his eyes. He tried to lift an arm to brush whatever it was from his eyes away. Nothing happened. He tried again, only to have the same result.
'What the hell?' he thought to himself. He tried to touch his face, but found that for whatever reason, his arms weren't working. 'Great… just when things couldn't get worse, they find a way to get even more horrible.'
"He's awake now, my Lord."
Matt's heart jumped to his mouth at the voice, suddenly remembering what had happened. He felt someone moving the object that was stifling him and he suddenly saw Myotismon before him, this time even bigger and more terrible than before.
"What do you think of him now, Demidevimon?" Myotismon asked his servant, turning to him.
"Not much of a threat if you ask me, which you are, so I'm pleased to tell you that I don't find him all that-"
"Enough," Myotismon barked, and Demidevimon quickly grew silent. Matt tried to move his legs, hoping to stand and not be so low to the ground when Myotismon turned back to him. His legs didn't seem to work either. He glanced down, and found that his face was nearly in the dirt floor of the cave. He turned his head to look behind him, and found that his whole body turned with him. Matt frowned; that wasn't right. He kept turning his head around and around, searching for his body which had to be attached somehow to his head. Head's didn't just up and pop off their respective bodies, even here in the Digiworld... It took him a few more seconds before it suddenly dawned on him, thinking of the Digimon…his head was his body…
"What did…. What do you do to me?!" Matt asked out loud, his voice shaking both in fear and in anger. He turned to glare at the two evil Digimon, demanding an answer.
"You're one of us now," piped Demidevimon. "Though you could have picked a better color for him than pink, Master…"
"Pink?!" Matt's eyes grew wide. "What do you mean, pink?"
Myotismon turned back to him, the smile on his face so disturbing it made him sick to his stomach… or, what he assumed was still his stomach…
"Isn't it obvious, foolish child?" he cackled, obviously very happy with himself. "You're a Digimon…"
Matt: Why must you always punish me?!
Mimi: Maybe if you were nicer to her, she wouldn't be so tempted to put you through so much pain... has that occurred to you?
Matt: ... maybe?
Mimi: Matt, some days you're completely hopeless... Anyways, please R&R and give your thoughts on the story thus far!
