Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Histroy of a Dragon ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I don't own Digimon. I do, however, own Ryu and Drakemon. Their use is given only to those with my permission. Deal with it!

 

History of a Dragon

Chapter 2: Rise to Power

 

“Lungmon digivolve to… Dragonmon,” I couldn't help but smile as his partner changed yet again.

 

What stood in Lungmon's place was a western dragon. It's muscular body was supported by lean but strong legs. It's wings were massive and it's tail was long. It's body was red with the white underbelly that Lungmon had. It's yellow eyes now regarded everything with a kind of royal disgust. Seeing Taomon the dragon digimon smiled. I couldn't stop the cold shiver that ran down my spine.

 

“What is this horrible feeling? What have I unleashed,” I thought.

 

The fear slowly began building as Dragonmon took to the sky.

 

“Dragon Storm!” Dragonmon called out.

 

Black storm clouds appeared and lightning rained from the sky hitting Taomon before he could put up a barrier. Without a momments hesitation Dragonmon swooped down. He picked Taomon up in his talons had carried Taomon high into the air. Dragonmon then dropped Taomon and watched as Taomon slowly fell.

 

“Buddhist Brush Brandish,” Taomon called out and slowly landed on the ground.

 

“Hey!” the other kid called out to me, “What do you think you're doing? This is a game. You're trying to delete my Taomon!”

 

“Dragonmon what the heck are you doing?” I shouted.

 

Dragonmon growled, “Silence human. I take orders from no one. Especially not some snivelling little child. Wild Fire!”

 

Dragonmon's strongest attack. He breaths a jet of fire at his enemies. In this case me. I backed away and fell on my ass. I remember the fear. I was paralyzed. You don't go through something like what I did and not come out of it horribly scarred. I began crying, and I'm not sure if I wet myself or not. Anyway the Taomon Dragonmon was fighting rushed over and picked me up. It set me down and kneeled in front of me.

 

“Use the Anonymis card, quickly,” Taomon said.

 

All I could do was nod dumbly. I slid the card through the reader and watched as Dragonmon returned to Drakemon. Drakemon looked around confused.

 

“Ryu? What happened?” Drakemon walked over and helped me up.

 

“I don't believe this?” the kid shouted, “You can't even control your Ultimate level digimon? And you thought you could take on an ultimate level? Come find when you've grown a brain.”

 

I growled and stomped home. Drakemon left me alone the whole way. He knew I was angry and that I would only take it out on him if he said anything. I know it wasn't his fault but anger has this thing about blinding you. If you're angry at yourself you try and blame others. Even if they were in no way connected to what's pissing you off. Man was I pissed at myself. I'd read all about what happens if a digimon isn't ready to go even to champion level what could happen. I was lucky that Lungmon hadn't turned on me.

 

For the next week I didn't use the blue card. Or any of my cards for that matter. I challeneged other kids to fights. I always won. After nearly a month I started using my digivolution card. But only to champion level. A month after that I got a bunch of kids and their digimon together to help me in case Dragonmon went crazy again. This time though he was fine. I was so thrilled I challenged the kid with the Renamon to a fight on the spot. I won easily. Rather Dragonmon won easily.

 

Thing's were good for several years after that. When I turned sixteen things went down the crapper in a big way. It started with a man named Crowly and the unveiling of this machine of his. He said he could create a digimon according to any person's specifications. My grandparents almost knew immediately that no good would come of it. If anyone could go back and stop Crowly then they would. Crowly created a monster. No he created the fucking devil himself! Necromon. The ultimate evil bastard to ever walk the face of the Earth.

 

For the next year Crowly slowly took hold of the world in an iron grip. About that time me and several other guys had started up a band. We were a low key band, our name was “Distortion Wave”, those were good times. I remember the night that the exterminator's finally came for me and Drakemon. By this time my sense of style had changed a bit. I'd given up my kiddy clothes. I'd also given up a home. My grandparents were in constant contact with me. They always tried to get me to come home. It was 5 months to my eigthteenth birthday and I knew they were getting me a motorcycle.

 

Anyway, I left the club through the back door and walked out onto the street. Drakemon was waiting for me in the alley and followed after me. By now we were the same heigth, almost. I was five foot ten inches, Drakemon was still six feet. The Exterminators sorrounded us.

 

“All tamers and Digimon are to be taken to the processing station and registered,” one of them said.

 

I sighed, “Drakemon?”

 

Drakemon didn't waste any time. he simple smashed them all. The early exterminators were easy to take out. Then Crowly got smart, the bastard. When I hit eighteen Crowly's hold was lead tight. Drakemon and I had been declared outlaw's. I had no problem with that. Outlaw's always get the cool outfits. I was no exception, if I do say so myself. I wore combat boots, good for those foot slides when trying to stop suddenly. Black jeans because their durable. Now I'm not comfortable having my pants below my ass, makes it too hard to run, so I wear a black belt to keep them up.

 

To this I cinch my D-arc, I looked that up a few years ago. I also have a card box that is clipped to my belt. I wear a red T-shirt, `cause they're cheap. And the coupe de' grace. A black trench coat. It reaches to my ankles. It splits down the back from the waist so I can swing my leg over my bike. I usually kept it buttoned because I don't like the cold. I'd also gone out and bought my self a stocking cap. This one was black with a red jolly roger on it. The jolly roger I always make sure is slightly asque. Makes me look that much cooler.

 

When I first met the new exterminators it was a cold night. I'd pulled the collar of my coat up, which I always have buttoned, to try and keep part of my face warm. Drakemon was walking behind me. My bike was parked in an alley. I wanted to go somewhere warm since night was coming on. The Exterminators found me. This time they weren't alone. A female digimon of the demonic persuasion was with them. It was Ladydevimon, one of the infamous “Nightmare Soldiers” that Crowly had cooked up.

 

Ladydevimon scoffed. She thought there was no way a kid and some rookie digimon could take her and these exterminators on.

 

“Fire Breath!” Drakemon shouted.

 

The fire ball took out quiet a few of them. But most not enough to be a killing blow and they simply renegerated.

 

“Upgraded. Nice. Regnartion?” I asked.

 

“Yes. Means you can't kill them,” she said.

 

“Actually I just killed about five. But I get your point. What you're really wanting to say is they'll be a pain in the ass to kill. But see, I'm the king of pain in the asses. Nothing can top me and Drakemon,” I said slideing a digivolution card through my d-arc.

 

With Lungmon I knew it was over kill but I figured I might as well leave an impression. I didn't intend to kill Ladydevimon. I needed a messenger to Crowly. The fight was breif. Very brief. Lungmon obliterated the Exterminators and wounded Ladydevimon. She flew off toward the large skyscraper that dominated the skyline of the recently renamed Mega Neonopolis. I continued down the road and found my motorcycle. I stopped at a warehouse and went inside. I got quiet a shock when Drakemon and I were in.

 

To be continued…