Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Gate of Destiny ❯ Nightmare ( Chapter 8 )

A/N: Sorry THIS addition took so long too! I've been looking forward to put it up for a very long time. This is the final flashback chapter because 1) the present storyline is kinda more important and 2) I'm running out of ideas. Whether the next one or the one after that is the last chapter, I do not know. All I know is that I will finish it before my birthday. And now, chapter 8! The flashback bridges into "My Master's Voice," sort of. It also gives a little hint about what will happen not only in "My Master's Voice," but the end of the story if you interpret something correctly… This is a bit short but Enjoy! BTW, now that the marching band season is over, I have a lot more time on my hands.

Chapter 8

Nightmare

After Angemon left and Myotismon was at his lonesome again, the vampire watched the slowly decaying fire. The large blaze had dissipated to a few small flames, struggling to lick the air and stay there. He noticed Wizardmon, and Demidevimon lying on the floor, curled up in a position that helped their bodies get warmth from the fire. The vampire smiled to himself, knowing they were happy with the way things were.

If Gatomon had been there, she would have been securely curled up in Wizardmon's arms, smiling and even blushing. Myo didn't mind then, but he would have before he was sent through the Gate.

It happened a short time after Gatomon and Wizardmon had gotten together. Myotismon had revealed what might have been loving feelings for Gatomon, when he was walking down the hall to check on Gatomon. She had recently been injured in an accident, and the vampire wished to see if she was fine. He heard noises coming from the room she was supposedly in, so he wondered if the cat was in pain. When he opened the door, he saw Gatomon curled up in Wizardmon's arms, the wizard planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Gatomon giggled so high, it could have shattered glass.

At that point, Myotismon saw that Gatomon seemed to care more for that damn wizard… the very wizard he kicked out of his castle… than she did him. His face was tinged with crimson, and his eyes began to sting. He didn't know why, but it seemed to have to do with Gatomon with Wizardmon, seeming to share an intimate relationship. Maybe it was that, or maybe it was a burst of rage that he had kept bottled up inside, but for some reason, he felt thoroughly provoked to do what he did.

"CRIMSON LIGHTNING!" A bolt of Crimson Lightning flashed out of his hand and hit Gatomon right across the face.

"AAAAAAAAAAI!" screamed the cat digimon. Her eyes sprang open and she leapt out of bed.

Wizardmon also awoke. "What was that?" he asked, rubbing his eyes open.

The two champion digimon saw, accented by the soft firelight in the hall, a furious Myotismon standing in the doorway. They didn't know why he appeared to be so angry, but maybe it had to do with them being together.

"Master Myotismon?" asked Gatomon meekly. "What are you doing here?"

The vampire lifted her into the air by the scruff of her neck and threatened her with clenched teeth, "Never let me catch you two in the same room again. If you even do so much as make eye contact…" He looked around and saw a statue, then whipped it hard with his Crimson Lightning. It hit directly in the center, and the force was so great and direct, the statue exploded. Chunks of marble flew everywhere, and Gatomon and Wizardmon shielded their heads. "…this is what is going to happen to you."

The cat and the wizard were too terrified to even think of making eye contact, so Gatomon silently left the room with her master, who kept a straight face and looked ahead.

"Lord Myotismon, I can promise you that you are my one and only, the only digimon I want in my life," declared Gatomon, out of fear. She looked sadly at Myotismon, who immediately ceased his brisk walk down the hall.

"I see through your web of lies," said the vampire. "Apparently Wizardmon has gotten trapped in it somehow, judging by what I had witnessed."

"I am not going to lie to you, master," said the white cat, looking up at him with melancholy eyes. "I do show affection for Wizardmon, but also you. I have decided that Wizardmon does have more to him than you. He's kind… and generous… and loves me for who I am… and has never ever whipped me to death because of my eyes, or kidnapped me…" she trailed off, fearful of the consequences.

"You just go," said Myotismon, waving his hand down the hall. "I've had enough. You stay away from Wizardmon, and I know if you are anywhere near him."

"But… master…" Gatomon pleaded with childlike eyes, "… I love you too…"

"Just go away and leave me alone," said Myotismon, concealing his eyes with his hands. "Leave me here or you will be fed to whatever digimon is here…" He heard the sensitive cat digimon dash down the halls, and he felt a large pain in his chest, as if he had suffered a heartbreak. He hated Gatomon now, when before he had learned to not only tolerate her existence, but appreciate it and feel affection for it. Now all feelings for her had been shattered, and he was once again the heartless steel-eyed villain that he had almost always been.

To ensure this, Wizardmon had been locked away where Gatomon couldn't find him, and the cat had been surveying missions with a heavy heart. The vampire loved seeing her alone, and loved it even more that Wizardmon was gone. He dispised them both now, which made everything harder than it was for all three of them.

One day, the wizard was finally let out of prison. Myotismon called him, Gatomon, and Demidevimon into his study to speak with them. The three of them stood on the floor, as still and motionless as statues. They stared straight forward, as if fixated on their master's every motion.

"You three have shown that you… at least two of you, are quite competent henchmen," declared the vampire. "That is why I wish for you to go to the real world with me, to help take over that world and envelop it in eternal darkness." He ceased speaking as he saw Gatomon glance at Wizardmon, who smiled back at her. "Did I just see you two making eye contact?" he asked. He saw the two champions look straight at him. "I know what I saw, and you two have shown a little more than just a few romantic sparks flying between you two." He frowned slightly, and drew out a whip of Crimson Lightning. "This ought to teach you! CRIMSON LIGHTNING!"

Two whips, and Wizardmon crashed to the ground, then scrambled back to his feet and backed away. Five whips, each seconds apart so the whip hurt even more. Gatomon cried out louder and louder, with Demidevimon covering the sides of his head. Finally, five deep wounds had appeared on Gatomon's back, and blood gushed out of the wounds, forming rivers through her white fur. She began crying and crying until she just buried her head into the ground and screamed.

"What are you looking at, Demidevimon?" questioned the vampire. "Shall I kill you?"

The imp said nothing; he flew out of the room. Wizardmon followed, but he ran away, forgetting about Gatomon, who was whimpering on the ground, blood trickling onto the ground into a puddle. Finally, Myotismon gave the champion cat digimon a final kick in the side and left the room.

He had lost sleep over that, staring into the fire. He was so evil to begin with, and a virus type. Not to mention he was also a vampire… an ultimate… a VIRUS. Evil was in his heart and soul to begin with. Or possibly he didn't even have a heart and a soul. It burned in his mind as he slept in a bed, not his coffin. The coffin seemed very unappealing for sleep.

Am I still evil, despite changing my ways? thought the ultimate digimon as he closed his eyes tightly and tried to sleep. I can't believe how terrible I really was in my past, and still just as evil today. I killed two humans, but I seem to want to dominate the world… somehow that sort of world sounds like the best place for me to rule.

After over an hour of tossing and turning, feeling pain in his heart, mind, and soul for all the evildoings that he had done to the beings of all worlds, yet feeling he should have been a leader, he finally fell asleep. The sleep was hot and uncomfortable, and it had nothing to do with the conditions of the bed. The king of the nightmares, the vision always seen in nightmares, the digimon most likely to be in a nightmare, HAD a nightmare.

The nightmare began in what appeared to be the very world he and Angemon had envisioned. All there was was a gray wasteland with control spires popping up like weeds, and the ones that had matured towered above all like skyscrapers, extending into the sky. Tokyo was in the distance, and there was a tall gray mountain with a faint outline of a sinister black castle on it in the distance. There were no humans or digimon to be seen.

"Who do we have here?" a familiar voice boomed. Myotismon recognized the voice as his own. A cloud of bats swooped down from the sky and fluttered above the ground. They parted in two flocks to reveal… Myotismon. Only this one was the one from the past, lean and militant, a stony expression on his face. He was donning the red mask which he was so well-known for. "It's me, gone to waste. You are a disgrace to me. I should have never become this."

"You would have been better off as this!" pleaded the real Myotismon. "The past has tormented me but I have become a good digimon."

"What good have you done?" asked the other Myotismon. "From my point of view, you only made things worse. You killed the only people that your digi-destined loved and cherished." He bared his fangs in a sinister grin. "You might be truly evil after all."

"NO!" shouted the vampire. He leapt forward and attempted to shove the evil version of himself to the ground, but the evil version seemed to be attached to the ground and immobile when it came to being pushed over. The evil vampire took his good verson -the REAL Myo- and shoved him to the ground.

"You have always been persistent, a quality that led me to a takeover of all the worlds that I desired," said the evil version of Myotismon. He took out a whip of Crimson Lightning, forming a very long whip that touched the ground and glowed with an air of power and evil. "But, your turning aside from evil and denying the innate evil that came with being a Virus that is always within you has provoked me to do this. CRIMSON LIGHTNING!"

The whip lashed down-hard. Every whip brought back the painful memories of him whipping his own henchmen. He wanted it to stop, but the whip crashed down nearly continuously, with intervals long enough to bring sharp pain to his back, possibly even drawing blood, and then when the whip lashed the flesh again, the pain grew worse than ever.

"Please," pleaded the real Myotismon. "Cease the whipping, for the love of Azulongmon, cease it!"

"Why?" asked the other vampire. "You loved this. Now I know why you love it so. Bringing others pain is so delicious. So delicious," he repeated.

That brought the real vampire to another flashback, remembering himself saying "Seeing you writhe for your life is so delicious." That made him realize that obviously it wasn't delicious at all, more like the bitter taste of hatred.

Finally, the Myotismon from the past decided to cease his whipping. Both of them were breathing heavily, the real one choking on his own breath, struggling to breathe. He could feel something warm and wet running down his back. As he looked up, the other Myo was gone, and he was once again at his lonesome, on his hands and knees, too exhausted to stand up.

A distant humming filled the air, overpowered by a strong wind. Eleven long shadows covered the ground, each a different shape, but most were in the shape of tall humanoid digimon.

"This is what you call legendary?" scoffed a voice that sounded like a young man's. "If you call that poor excuse for a villain LEGENDARY, then I guess I'm a small fry. He's too skinny, he's too weak to stand up, and he's bleeding from some rookie's attacks! And what is he, an ultimate? A champion I can understand, but an ULTIMATE????" The keeper of the voice was a large sea serpent that towered above most of the control spires, most of his body plated in gold. As Myotismon turned around to see who the voice belonged to, the sea serpent lowered himself towards the ground. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lord Metalseadramon, the first Dark Master. It took a MEGA to take me down."

"Ha!" laughed one that looked like a machine dragon. "I am Lord Machinedramon. I would have still ruled if not for my damn henchmen. But all the good ones were taken. At least I got further than you ever did."

"I'm younger and I took over the forest!" bragged a wooden puppet who was holding a large hammer. "I am Puppetmon."

Finally, a jester spoke up. "I am Lord Piedmon, their leader," he said to the cowering vampire. "I was king of the land until Magna Angemon pulled me into his Gate of Destiny. It might be hell, but there I'm a better villain than you ever were. No demon's snide remarks or silly clown tricks can let the curtain go down on me."

"Clown tricks?" asked Etamon. "Look who's talkin'! I'm the best of the best!"

Daemon's eyes grew into slits, and then he threw a black ball of energy at the monkey, who yelled and disappeared. "Anyone else want to go with him?" he threatened the nine remaining villains. "Ah, Myotismon. I see you have met the four Dark Masters. Much more competent villains than you have ever been. As you see, all the villains that have actually been some sort of threat to the digital world are here," he explained. Devimon, Icedevimon, Marinedevimon, Skullsatamon, and Ladydevimon were there too. "But they have not been broken down to be made a member of…" he snorted. "Normal society. You could have been a virus to end all viruses."

"I took over File Island, and the digi-destined ended my rule," said Devimon. "And you, my brother, are a disgrace and a shame to be a brother of because you have only taken over TOKYO, and gave it all up to find your digi-destined."

"We have gained control of the digital world while the digi-destined's next act was chasing you in the real world," said Piedmon. "I must bow to you, for you actually assisted us in this splendid show!"

"That is terrible!" shouted the vampire.

"Why couldn't you have been like us?" asked Daemon. He threw a huge ball of dark energy at Myotismon, forcing him back and forcing him to be eveloped in the energy, and the vampire heard the thousands of screams that the henchmen he killed had let out as they died. Their shadows began attacking him, enveloping him in darkness, making him feel as if he couldn't breathe, attacking him with all their might with their attacks. Then they all clung to his body in different places and dragged him into the Dark Ocean, down towards the bottom. They secured him there, and the ocean became darker and darker and colder as the darkness seemed to swallow him up…

The darkness brought him into yet another dream. This dream took place at the transition between the Gate of Destiny and the Dark Ocean. The Gate had a transparent door, and Myotismon was able to see Daemon. The demon was in the real world, and control spires had sprouted everywhere like weeds. The sky was black, with flashes of crimson lightning striking the clouds and the ground.

"Do you not love being concealed in the Gate?" asked Daemon. He darkly chuckled to himself, and then descended to the ground. He brought up a figure in his cloaked arms that the vampire could not recognize. "And look, you aren't around to protect your digi-destined." He brought the figure into the light. Tali was lying limp in his arms, ashen-faced with her mouth open and her eyes shut, and everything taking on a distinct shade of gray.

"Tali…" whispered Myotismon, extending his arm towards her, but he could not move. "What have you done to her?"

Suddenly the girl's eyes opened, to reveal that they became a glowing yellow. Her clothes transformed into a black cloak much like Daemon's, which concealed most of her face except for her eyes. Two horns began to protrude from her head, and she placed a pentagram pendant around her neck. She resembled Daemon in a way. "I have found my TRUE digimon now," she said in a strange demonic voice.

"Right," said the devil digimon. "And now she will destroy you like the poor excuse for a villain you are! I have your power, and soon I will have both of your worlds!"

Suddenly Myotismon woke up in his own room, finding that he had not been fazed in any way. He wasn't bleeding, yet his heart was in pain. "I need to protect my digi-destined," he said. "I need to protect my world, as long as I don't destroy it first. If I am truly evil, then maybe the digi-destined will be dead when I get to them, and only defeat Daemon to take over the worlds…"

Meanwhile, Angemon had de-digivolved to Patamon after flying back to TK's apartment. The keeper of hope was sleeping safe and sound in his bed. The orange digimon snuggled up to TK's chin under the covers, relieved to be back home. He fell asleep as well and began to have a nightmare of his own.

He knew the villains were there, though he could not see them. Patamon, as his ultimate form Magna Angemon, withdrew his sword in slow motion and slowly slashed a hole in the air, out of which came the Gate of Destiny, in its golden glory. "GATE OF DESTINY!" he shouted. All of a sudden, the Gate's doors opened and he seemed to be pulled back through the Gate by invisible strings tied to his wings.

The doors closed tightly behind him… and everything gave way to the crossroads to the separate dimensions. It was a field of stars, with the moon directly above him and the Earth directly below, as if they were two rotund guardians for the entrant. Magna Angemon de-digivolved to Angemon, and the angel gazed at his surroundings. "Is this actually what it looks like when I enter the Gate?" he wondered.

Suddenly the souls of familiar and unfamiliar virus digimon flew past him as transparent images, and they passed through various portals that had appeared to be stars at first. Some passed through to what appeared to be Primary Village to get reconfigured, and others to what appeared to be a digital Heaven, while a few traveled to the Dark Ocean.

A cold black hand made of smoke slithered out of the Dark Ocean and grabbed the angel around his foot and began to pull him in. No matter how hard Angemon attempted to fly away and get the hand off, he kept getting pulled in. The harder he tried to escape, the stronger the smoke hand seemed to become.

Angemon landed in the Dark Ocean as the portal closed behind him. The smoke hand disappeared, and there seemed to not be any escape whatsoever. He felt the piercing coldness of the ocean fill his body, and he could smell the unbearable stench of evil around him. "What have I done to deserve this?" he moaned.

"Good day, Angemon," said a deep voice that sent shivers down his spine. The angel turned around and saw Daemon standing behind him. "You have been safely sealed in the Dark Ocean so the world is completely ours for the taking." Daemon darkly chuckled, then wrapped his hands around Angemon's helmet and removed it. "Does your helmet give you your power? We will see." He turned around, with Angemon seeming to be too restrained to do anything about it. He reappeared, wearing the metal helmet over his head as well as his cloak.

"You give me back my helmet, I ORDER you!" Angemon boomed, brandishing his rod. "ANGEL ROD!" The rod flew like an arrow at the demon digimon, but Daemon grabbed it out of the air. "What happened?"

Suddenly two tentacles grabbed him around the waist and slithered like two slimy snakes around his body, covering his mouth and cutting off his air, restraining him so tightly he could not move. A deep voice laughed, booming behind the angel and making the ground and the water violently vibrate.

"Pull him down, Marinedevimon," said Daemon. "Make sure he remains there as well. I will need this power."

Angemon tried to cry out, writhing to escape, but Marinedevimon descended into the depths of the ocean, taking the angel with him. As he was enveloped in coldness, Angemon realized this was only a dream and could breathe, but it seemed to tell him something in a certain way.

Then he woke up in TK's bed, as Patamon. He let out a shrill cry that woke up the entire neighborhood. Dogs began barking, and lights flickered on in the nearby windows.

"TK!" shouted Ms. Takaishi, rushing to the doorway and opening the door. "TK, is everything all-right?"

"Huh?" asked the keeper of hope, wearily opening his eyes. "It wasn't me."

"Honey, is everything fine? Did you have a nightmare?"

"It wasn't me, mom. It was Patamon."

"Patamon?" The young woman looked at the terrified orange bat-winged digimon cowering underneath the covers. She removed the covers and looked at Patamon's face. "TK, make sure that he doesn't do anything like that again."

"OK mom," he replied.

After the commotion had settled down and many of the lights had been turned off, TK began to converse with his digimon.

"What was so awful you had a nightmare about it?" asked TK.

"Daemon!" whispered Patamon.

"What's a Daemon?"

"An evil digimon who took my helmet as Angemon!"

"They won't take your helmet. Now go to sleep. It's…" the blonde boy glanced at his digital clock. "3:28 in the morning!" He flopped down onto his pillow and fell asleep right away.

TK doesn't understand this, thought the orange digimon. I think Daemon is trying to defeat me. If there is such a thing as Daemon… If he doesn't get the picture, maybe what happened in my dream will happen to me. I don't want to die. I got reconfigured, and that's enough… He fell asleep again as he trailed off.

Another dream took place. It was not a nightmare, and it did not seem too disturbing at first. As Angemon, the digimon was wandering through a vacant space full of black and blue smoke, when he came upon a black rose growing out of nowhere.

The angel picked up the rose and lay it in his hand, unable to do anything. He wondered what it was about, and what it meant. The rose seemed too delicate to touch or do anything about. It was puzzling as well as beautiful.

"Angemon…" whispered another voice from in front of him. The angel looked up and he saw Myotismon standing in front of him, maskless and on the verge of tears. "Save us…"

The rose floated out of the angel's hands and into the vampire's, and Angemon was even more confused about what had happened. Suddenly he saw a crystal tear form in Myo's blue eyes, and then fall onto the rose. All it did was remain on the petals like a dewdrop. Angemon gasped as he saw more and more tears fall onto the delicate silk petals of the black rose, but not do anything except make the rose look more like a rose out of a painting.

"Why are you weeping?" wondered the angel. He gasped yet again as he looked at Myotismon. Instead of tears running down his face, he was crying blood, and as the drops of crimson fluid landed on the petals of the rose, they didn't leave a stain, but rolled off and made the area white. More and more blood fell onto the rose and swept the black off of it until the rose was pure white.

All of a sudden, the vampire dissolved and the pure white rose's petals began to drop off, one by one. When only about half of the petals remained, the flower withered and died as a brown twig with crinkly brown petals on it. When Angemon reached out to touch the rose, it dissolved as well.

He awoke to the buzzing of TK's alarm clock that next morning, still perplexed over the dream and its meaning. He knew it meant something, but couldn't tell what it was. Every last moment was fresh in his mind, and all traces of the Daemon dream were gone.

At that time, Myotismon had forgotten a vital part of the memory he had of beating Gatomon to death, which took place afterwards. He had wandered down the halls, not able to sleep early that morning. He did not know why, but he had to do something.

Gatomon was whimpering in her bed, still sleeping in pain. The blood was still in her fur, and the wound was bleeding. She winced a bit, and the vampire went up to her and gazed at her peacefully sleeping, remembering the events of not too long ago. Why had he suddenly turned on her? They could have been lovers, but she blew it off on Wizardmon, and he blew it off for a life of evil.

"I'm sorry," he whispered softly. He unbuttoned half of his suit and tore off part of it, not caring about the drafts in the castle or how he had ruined one of his suits. Then he carefully placed the strip over Gatomon's wound and secured it tightly. He knew he had done a good thing as he saw the blood stain part of the suit. He walked away before Gatomon woke up, then peered through the doorway of the room.

Gatomon opened her eyes. "What happened?" she asked, seeing the makeshift bandage around her back. "Who did this?"

The vampire smiled slightly before he walked down the hall silently and was gone. Gatomon also smiled as she realized whose suit had been sacrificed for healing. Her dear Wizardmon would do the rest. Maybe she would be more loyal.

Tali awoke that morning after the big night. She fumbled around for the way out of the portal and felt the door. She pushed it open and snuck down the halls to her bedroom. From there, she packed her suitcase and backpack with all the belongings that she had brought to the castle with her, and packed them carefully. She silently walked out to the room where the portal was, keeping a lookout for any henchmen.

She screamed and dropped her suitcase as she saw Demidevimon flying through the hall. "AAAAAAH!" She caught her breath. "Demidevimon, please don't scare me like that!"

"That's a heavy load you're carrying today," remarked the imp. "Don't tell me you need all that for school!"

"It's not just for school," she mumbled, looking at her feet. "Don't tell anyone, especially not… not… Myotismon, but I'm going back to England. I don't want to be around your master, and besides, after what he did to my family, my relatives are the only ones I have. I'm going to live with my aunt in London."

"Hey great! Everybody needs a vacation! Can I come along?"

"Uh… no. I want to go alone. And tell your master that I will not return for a very long time. Like forever."

Demidevimon's face grew contorted in a confused expression as Tali picked up her belongings and traveled through the portal to the real world.

To be continued…