M&M Forever: Just a quick author's note here before we get back to it all. Thank you to all of you who read and reviewed my story. I would now like to make a quick plug for my message board and C2 community, both of which are Mimato based, with the C2 also for fans of Taiora and Takari. Also, to address the question that I've been getting regular PMs and e-mails about: YES, I am still planning on continuing the Mythic Legends Saga. I've just hit a bit of a wall in terms of writer's block at the moment. I'm actually debating cleaning it up a bit and re-posting it, adding author notes to explain my thoughts for character reactions and such.
Anyways, enough of my rambling. I would like to simply state that while I don't own Digimon, I sure as heck want to take credit for the plot. Please don't take it. If you want to use it, e-mail me and ask, ok? Thanks!
Now on with the show!
"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've become a Digimon…"
Matt froze, unable to believe that he'd just heard what he thought he'd heard. Him, a Digimon? Was this just a cruel joke or were they actually serious about him being no longer human? Something of his doubt and confusion must have shown on his face, because Myotismon addressed him again.
"I see you don't believe me yet, but you will. The potion will only last for a week, but you'll need to take the second half of the antidote at the end of that week, which I will have."
"What do you mean, the second half? I thought you just gave me the antidote!" Matt growled, the fur on his back standing up in warning. Wait… fur?! Something in the back of his head protested that something really wasn't right, but Matt pushed it away for the moment, more concerned with the fact that he apparently had been tricked yet again.
"The half that was in the potion you just took will only put the poison at bay for that one week," he explained, becoming more and more foreboding as he continued. "And if you don't come back to me at the end of the week, you'll become human again, but the poison will take over, and you will die." He turned to his henchman, ignoring Matt's reaction of anger as if he were no longer in the room. "Demidevimon, pick up his clothes and take them back to my fortress, he will have no need of them for a week."
"Yes master!" Demidevimon said, placing the torch into a nook in the rock wall before flying towards him. It was then that Matt realized that he had indeed shrunk, and as Demidevimon landed beside him, he noted that the two of them were now about the same size. He felt the ground being pulled out from under him, and he tumbled back against the wall. Looking up at Demidevimon in both confusion and irritation, his emotions quickly turned to both realization and fear- the 'ground' beneath him had been his clothes! He watched in horror as Demidevimon gathered his socks and shoes from nearby, along with his shirt and boxers, before disappearing farther into the cave and out of sight. Just when he felt it couldn't get any worse, he caught sight of his tag and crest lying beside his digivice glinting in the torchlight. Myotismon had apparently noticed them as well, and he reached down and picked them all up.
"I will keep your digivice with me, as assurance that you won't try to disobey me," Myotismon explained, stuffing all three items into an inner vest pocket quickly, as if it pained him to hold them for too long. "Your tag and crest I will keep in my fortress along with your clothes. If your work pleases me, I might even consider giving it back to you."
Unsure of what to do or say anymore, Matt gave no reply. Myotismon took this as a sign of submission, and he smiled again before continuing.
"Let us address the rules of your work for me. You will not tell the Digidestined who you really are, nor who you are working for. You will report to me every other night, and you will tell them anything I need you to. If the need arises, you may protect them from a few of my henchman to gain their trust, but if I visit your pathetic group, you may not attack me." Myotismon paused here, a smirk on his face. "Though even if you wanted to, there's no way you could possibly beat me."
"That's it? That's all you want from me?" Matt questioned, unsure if he was missing something vital.
"That is all for now," he promised, and as he continued, Matt knew that here was the catch Myotismon had waited to tell him. "However, you will find this not as easy as you think. If I hear anything from my other spies that you've not kept your mouth shut or not obeyed me, it won't be just your life on the line… Every time you fail to follow my orders, I will take away one Digidestined from your group... permanently. If you don't want to be the only Digidestined alive at the end of the week, I suggest you take heed to my warning."
"You're sick, you know that?" Matt spat, trying to fight away the fear that was washing over his body. Myotismon simply laughed.
"Go. Go back to your group and be ready to report to me tomorrow night on what I require." At this, he drew in his cape with a large and extravagant swoosh, extinguishing the torch as he did so. Matt could hear the squeaking of bats, and he automatically ducked again, cramming his already low body even closer to the ground. After a few moments, he could make out the light to the outside of the cave. He tried to take a step towards it, to run towards the light as fast as he could, but found that he couldn't move his legs. Glancing down at last, he caught sight of pink fur and his round body that reminded him of a mix between Koromon and Tsunomon in the faint light from the cave's mouth.
Unable to believe what he was seeing, he tried to bounce, and found that he could finally move of his own free will. He took it as a sign and booked out of there as fast as his little body allowed him. He felt like screaming, felt like smashing fists that he no longer had into Myotismon's face, anything to get his sudden fear and rage under control. How long he kept going once he was outside in the light, he wasn't sure, but he found himself coming to a sudden stop before a small, meandering stream. Terrified that there had been some sort of hallucinogen in the potion he'd taken in his panicked state, he jumped in, hoping that the cold water would wake him back up to reality. But as he stood in the shallow water and looked down, the face that looked back up at him was not his own. Or more appropriately, not his normal face.
It was then that the realization of what had all taken place hit him, and he sank up to his nose in the water, disbelief washing over him as the stream pushed the icy cold liquid against his warm body in protest. Matt slouched there for what seemed like hours to his tired body, simply letting the water rush past him and hoping that it might carry away this crazy reality he had found himself in. But suddenly in the distance he could hear voices, voices calling out his name, with each cry sounding more concerned and apologetic that the previous.
"Oh God…" he moaned slightly, the full truth of the matter dawning on him. He pulled himself out of the stream and shook himself, water spraying all around him and catching the sunlight that he'd hardly noticed since he'd been changed. He looked around him and tried to discern where the group was, based on their voices. Finally he sighed, and knowing that there was nothing he could do, short of running off and leaving them to fend off Myotismon's certain and eminent attack alone, except to return and hope for the best, even if it meant following Myotismon's instructions. But there was one question remaining in the back of his mind as he cautiously made his way back to his companions: "How the hell am I going to explain this?"
A/N: Yeah, yeah, I know. The plot didn't go too far, but I needed to fully explain the pretenses of the deal, as they'll come to be a major concern for Matt.
Matt: (sarcastically) Oh, this is going to be wonderful...
Me: Of course! I have to put you through hell and back, or you'll never appreciate your sacrifice... besides, if it makes you feel any better, you're not the sacrifice in the Mythic Legends Saga.
Matt: No, it doesn't. I have to play hero, and frankly, I'm not sure I want to. You always make me do things I don't want to...
Me: Well, Matt, if you don't... you know what happens?
Matt: ...no.
Me: (whispers in his ear, and Matt turns white)
Matt: ARE YOU SERIOUS?! YOU'RE REALLY GOING TO?!
M&M Forever walks away with a evil grin on her face
Matt: Will someone please read and review and tell her to stop torturing me?! PLEASE?!
