Chapter 5
Part 1-Unwanted transference
The little creature looked out of the small cavity it had dug for itself in the sands. Then, it turned its attention to its own body. The seal had almost broken, he would probably start transforming any minute now.
In a moments notice, he realised what he had to do. Kind of ironic, really, to sacrifice all of that power only for that to happen. But God had told him to "Never, no matter the consequences, release the Demon". With those words fresh in his mind, he cleansed his mind and soul, releasing all of his existence into God's hands, ready to start anew.
Part 2-Wondering monsters
The two girls and boy were moving in an undetermined direction, away from the place where the group had split up.
- "So," Sophie began. "Now that we've calmed down a bit, could you care to explain to us exactly who you are?"
- "Name's Robin." Robin replied bluntly.
- "Seeing as how we're probably going to be stuck here for a potentially indefinite amount of time, a little more than 'Name's Robin' would be helpful."
- "OK, OK, My full name is Robin Copper, I'm 16 years old, and I like anime. OK, now it's your turn. What's your name?
- "Come on." Paula stared at Robin inquiringly. "You've got to give us something more. Isn't there something you dislike?"
- "Boy, where should I start. Well there's the school food, people who ask too many questions, people in general, Michael, art, homework, commercials, maths, I dislike most things really."
- "What's this stuff about this Michael, anyway."
- "Geez, what is this, an interview."
- "Pretty much."
- "He's just rotten. Rotten to the core." Robin tried to punctuate the conversation, but Paula wouldn't have that.
- "Come on, spill the beans." She pushed on.
- "I said no!"
- "Come on." But at that point Sophie cut in.
- "If he doesn't want to tell you then it is impolite to press charges." Sophie fixed Paula's gaze with her eyes, unwavering, until Paula looked away.
- "Thanks for busting me out, uh, who were you again?" Robin asked.
- "Sophie Schmieder, certified know-it-all."
- "Heh, nice one." Robin snickered. "Got any interests, besides irony?"
- "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Most prevalent among them is the acquisition of knowledge and search of truth, though I do not mind a good brain-teaser either."
Robin stared at her dumbfounded.
- "Oookay, could you say that again." He said. "In English, please."
- "She means that she likes to read, study, and do math problems." Paula explained with more than just a little bore in her voice, while Sophie snickered. "I've known Sophie for quite a while, and after a while you learn how to decipher it." She paused, before adding gleefully "If you're clever enough."
- "Hey, what's that supposed to mean."
- "Nothing." Paula smiled gleefully.
- "OK, I've had to go through all of that, now it's your turn. What's your name, interests, yadda yadda.
- "I'm Paula Carter, I like fashion, music, and generally hanging out with friends. I don't really dislike anything in particular, but whiny people really do get on my nerves.
- "Music? Say, you wouldn't happen to have any Scottish blood?"
Paula Carter palmed her forehead.
- "No, My name is not McCartney and never will be, so shut up about that; it's just something weird my mother came up with.
- "Ok, you liked fashion, right?" Robin tried to save what was left of the conversation. "So, why do you wear that dress? Were you going to a party before we, well, before we ended up here?"
- "I didn't choose the dress."
- "Huh?"
- "All of our clothes were changed to something different entirely when we came here. You didn't notice? I and Sophie have been talking about it since we came here."
- "Yeah, now that you mention it, I did pick my other black shirt this morning."
- "Ok, that makes sense, I guess. Sophie, you've been awfully quiet for a while now, why don't you tell Robin your theory?"
- "The two of you spoke more than enough for the three of us, and more. Anyway, the only thing our dresses have in common is a strange sense of twisted representation of one single part of our personalities…
They talked more, but Sukamon was beginning to agree with Chuumon, no matter what Patamon could offer them, this was waay too boring. Sure, that lollipop sure seemed tasty but, lollipop, lollipop, lollipop.
-"Hey, Chuumon, what was I thinking about again."
-"Dunno', why don't we go talk to those guys over there?"
-"I think Patamon said something about lollipops, lollipops, lollipops…"
-"About lollipops? Ah well, they're friends in waiting, aren't they."
-"The lollipops?"
-"No, those humans."
-"Do they have lollipops?"
-"Dunno'. Let's go ask them."
Patamon and Salamon had been one thing, at some level, they at least resembled real animals. A giant mutated toy hamburger with an animate stuffed mouse on it was just a bit weirder A person who understood the way humans work, as well as knew what had happened to the kids so far might have understood their reactions better. Sukamon and Chuumon, however, lacked both of these qualities, and therefore had no idea of why their new friends just stared at them, looking ready to start screaming, running away, attacking, or some sort of combination.
Part 3-Scanner
Vamdemon looked at the seemingly sleeping human, and then faced the decrepit creature next to it's bed.
-"So this device will probe the human's thoughts and dreams to create files on Manuel's little squad?"
-"Yes, Lord Myotismon."
-"I have told you not to use that name. I cast it away many years ago. You will refer to me as none but Lord Vamdemon."
-"Yes, Mylord."
-"Did you just deliberately disobey a direct order? Remember your place, Wizarmon. When I found you, you were but a shadow of your current self. Even the Data of the Gazimon you absorbed at the brink of death wouldn't have sustained you much longer. Do you wish to return to that pitiful existence? Do you remember what I do to those of my minions who betray me?"
-"Yes, Lord Vamdemon. I will not repeat my mistake, Lord Vamdemon."
-"Very well. Activate your device."
-"Yes, Lord Vamdemon."
Wizarmon pulled a lever, and a large screen flickered to life. Slowly, symbols aligned themselves on the screen.
The Information
That you requested cannot
Be located, sir
Vamdemon turned to his shaking servant.
-"Would you care to explain that to me?"
-"I, I don't understand. It was there before. I swear, Lord Vamdemon, we had gathered all of the information that you wanted."
-"I'm disappointed in you, Wizarmon. Do not force me out of my habits again for no good reason."
-"No, Lord Vamdemon."
-"Now leave. If you cannot get what I wanted from the boy, I will have to use my own methods.
Wizarmon left the room, and wandered through a series of randomly placed hallways, bridges and stairs, often turning in seemingly impossible directions, and walking on the walls, up corners or, even worse, on the roof. Apparently, the architect had never heard of Euclidean geometry, or, if he had, had dismissed it as unnecessary. Ultimately, he arrived in a large, dimly lit room, in which four other human-like Digimon were playing cards. A large lizard Digimon was lying in a corner, immobile.
-"Wizarmon. How'd it go?" A slimmer version of Wizarmon, clad I red, raised his eyes from his game for a moment.
-"Not like I expected, FlaWizarmon." Wizarmon walked over to the only empty chair at the table and was dealt a hand by a mask-clad Digimon.
-"Thank you, Pokermon." He took a look at the cards, and pulled out some coins. "Raise one gil."
-"I fold, and grab three gil." An exact copy of Wizarmon, only white-clad, pulled some coins to his side of the table, and put down his cards face down on the table.
-" I raise one more gil." A female Digimon, the only one at the table, pulled up a coin from her pocket.
-"Good cards, eh, Witchmon." FlaWizarmon put down his cards, too. "Then, I fold too."
-"As I would guess of you, Fla." Witchmon said with a sing-song voice.
Witchmon and Wizarmon were now the only ones left at the table, save for Pokermon, of course, but he was the dealer.
-"Raise one gil." Wizarmon looked at his cards. His face was hidden in shadows, but his eyes shone with an eerie happiness. He put a coin on the table.
Witchmon put a coin of her own there.
Wizarmon put down a coin.
Witchmon and Wizarmon both exchanged one of their cards for new ones from the deck and took one card from each others hands.
Then, they both put down their respective hands on the table and took half of the pile each.
-"What?" the white-clad Wizarmon stared at the table. "You were bluffing?"
-"Correct, Sorcerymon. We were bluffing. Though I have to admit, it took a while to realize what Witchmon was doing. And on that note, nice work with the database, Witchmon."
-"That was your orders."
Wizarmon laughed.
-"I guess it was."
Ok, villain introduction down. Pokermon, by the way, is a fabrication of my own, so don't bother searching for his statistics. I'll put out a small file on him once I've showcased his combat capabilities in the story. Oh, and if you didn't notice, they're not playing poker, so don't bother me about messing up the rules.
Disclaimer: I do not own Digimon. Neither do I own any Digimon except for those that are created by me. They are owned by their respective owners. I do however own any and all characters I have created on my own and they may not be used by anyone else except those who want to (though it would be kind to ask first).