Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Tamers No More ❯ Beelzebmon enters the fray ( Chapter 13 )

Night. It was about 2am, going by human time. Impmon sighed to himself. It had been exactly a day since it had happened. He'd lost his digimon hood. And for what? Just to digivolve to a new form. He got a new form alright.

"Why…" the boy whispered to no one but the stale air of the attic. He was, for the most part, alone. He could hear Renamon, but she had "phased" into her shadow form and seemed to be asleep. Or watching him. Impmon came to the realization he hated that idea. Being spied on was something that made him feel…violated. Frustrated, he ran his hands through his hair. Hair. It was strange. He'd never had a strand of hair or fur or anything like that as a digimon, but he had gotten use to having it now. That troubled him. More than being watched. He was getting use to it. He was getting use to this piece of crap body! He had to get rid of it. The former digimon grinned slightly. He knew the key. The arc. It caused it. It could un-cause it. The damn goggle head probably had no idea this had happened. He'd know soon, after the ass kicking he'd give him! He felt much better now. The idea was pleasing. Deciding to get to business, Impmon shut his eyes and relaxed his body. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes and followed his instinct. He could feel Renamon's location. She was concealed in a high rafter of the place, posed in her normal crouched style. The uncomfortable feeling came to him as he realized she had her eyes wide open. Or at least that's what his instincts told him. He'd have to use the good old distraction method to leave the place. Impmon met his gaze with where she should be, slowly clinching his left hand. The flame would be slow, deathly slow, but at least he'd still have it. He'd only have one quick shot. He needed more time though. Time to stall. And line up his shot…

The digimon slowly crept over to the attic's lone window positioned above the garden below. To a human, Impmon's movements were deathly quiet, but he knew he sounded like a car weak to a digimon. She knew he was moving and he could feel her icy stare on his body. That's what he wanted though…

Impmon ran his hand over the cool glass and found the lock. It was old and rather rusted, easy to brake. If Renamon was slower he could slip out and he'd wouldn't have gone about forming a plan.

"Its not checkout time yet Impmon…"

The voice chilled him slightly. Her tone was sharp like a knife. But this was going to plan.

"Oh really toots. Sorry, but we have to play, "Treat me like a damn human brat" some other time. The rebuttal was quick like he wanted it. Her speed was shocking as she instantly appeared next to him.

"Sorry. Not part of the game plan. We don't need you causing more havoc than you already have."

Impmon realized that he was sweating. He made sure to keep his hand partially closed, keeping the flame hidden. He was running out of time…

"You know…" he started, knowing where to lead her

"Your kinda sexy when your pissed." he grinned. Renamon's hands clinched, not happy with him. Getting smacked would be bad but she'd be open to his attack if she did. Her grip eased as she started to think of a reply. This was the opening. It was rather fast, but it felt like slow motion to those involved. Impmon swung his fist as if to throw a punch. Renamon started to guard for the punch but not fast enough for the projectile that came from out of Impmon's palm. The fox digimon was hit directly in the face, the sulfur and brimstone of the fireball blinding her eyes and her senses. Impmon was fast, a swift kick to the window's lock, braking it and forcing the window to pop open, followed by his quick escape out it. The short fall to the ground didn't daze him as he sprang up and out of the garden and over the ornate fence that surrounded the place. He could hear Renamon cursing at him from the attic. The night awaited him though. He ran.

***

She was beautiful. Or at least part of his mind was screaming that at him. Henry quivered in pleasure as she pressed against his body, her small paws traveling over his rear. She giggled slightly as she found his tail and twirled her finger around it. Henry's mind was screaming that this was wrong. He was a human! She's a digimon!! This was just all wrong. This wasn't him. This body wasn't even human. It's a terriermon! Henry had no control as he started to lick her chest, his paws traveling over her furred body. Henry felt it as her long ears wrapped around his body, his own doing the same to her. The lopmon and Henry embraced, passionate groping and kissing occurring inside the cover of oversized ears.

"So, are you ready my mate…" she asked him. Henry screamed in his mind as he felt himself begin to mount her.

"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

Henry screamed as he awoke. The boy was dripping with sweat his breathing loud and strained. The tamer felt repulsed and dirty. The dream was painfully vivid to him. He felt violated beyond words. The worst part of it being, in the deepest part of his mind, he had liked it. He had liked it….

Henry shuddered, forcing the thought out of his mind. He sat up; the beads of sweat rolling down his back. He glanced at the clock on the mantle. It was about 4 in the afternoon now. His father would be home come 7-ish. Henry felt an ear perk up as it picked up a low sound. Henry's ears hadn't gotten any larger since breakfast, but he'd noticed something else. They almost had a mind of their own. Any little noise and they'd perk up on their own accord. Irritating and creepy. The tamer could hear a pitter pat sound, coming to the living room where he had crashed. He already guessed it was Terriermon before he came in.

"You ok Henry?" he asked, hopping up on the couch next to his tamer.

"Just a dream…nothing important…" he responded. How the heck would he tell him he'd dreamed of…that anyhow?

"Ok." the digimon sighed, relived over something.

"Thought you might have grown a tail or something. " he grinned. Henry resisted the urge to hit him.

"No nothing new…I think." Henry whispered. He had been rather occupied all day with Takato and Guilimon, so the need to check hadn't crossed his mind. The dino twins had done assorted Guilimon things until they had worn themselves out. It was something that frightened Henry slightly. Last night, Takato had been a state of total shock over what he had become. Today though, it seemed he didn't have a care in the world. Aside from eating anyway. Maybe he was just over the initial shock of the event, but it troubled Henry still. It was also a bit creepy how much they were alike. Not the being dinosaurs' part, but their personalities and the way they interacted with each other. It was almost like they were brothers.

"What are you thinking about Henry?" Terriermon asked, braking his train of thought.

"Oh, just thinking. Mostly about Takato and Guilimon…" Henry said quietly.

"Moumentai." Terriermon quipped. Henry smiled. Terriermon's catch phrase of sorts suited this well. He was going to worry himself to death like this. He needed to take it one step at a time.

"Come on Terriermon." he spoke as he got up and began to walk to the stairs.

"What, what is it?" the digimon asked, not wanting to leave the comfort of the couch.

"Dad will be home in a bit, and we need to clean…" Henry responded.

"Ohhhh! Can't your parents hire a maid?" Terriermon whined. He had remembered the trashed condition of Henry's room. And the kitchen and the bathroom, and Suzie's room.

"Nope, no maid. Mom always said that everyone who has a maid is lazy." the tamer smiled.

***

"Oh, phew!!" Terriermon whined. Guilimon had always been kept outside, and as such had no idea about not doing his business indoors. The dino had peed in a corner of Henry's room, about a foot from the end of the bed. Henry walked up behind him and got a whiff of it as he did.

"Ugh! God what is that!?" he gagged.

"Guilimon marked his territory so to speak…" the digimon spoke, his fingers plugging his nose.

"I'll get a rag or something…" Henry moaned as he exited his room. Bad human guests were one thing but this was much worse. The tiny digimon headed for the polar end of the room and began piling up the bits of trash and other garbage on the floor. Candy wrapper, bit of blue cloth, paper, bread crust, crumbs. Something though caught the digimon's eye. It was a bit of paper, something one of the dino twins had sliced in half. The paper had been sloppily colored blue, something written on the top of it.

"Rever..se? revert?" the digimon spoke aloud. The paper was crushed and ripped beyond recognition. The words were too smudged to read. He began to look around a bit and found another bit of paper. This one had "mimi.." or something on it, the almost card shape having been sliced and torn in two. The digimon held them in his paw and became airborne to find Henry. The sound of running water was evident from the bathroom. The digimon heard the sound and glided to it. Henry was inside, a sponge with soapsuds foaming, in his hands.

"Aren't you suppose to be cleaning? I know the smell is bad but…" the tamer was cut off by his partner.

"Henry, look at these…" he told him, dropping the bits of paper in the boy's hand.

"And these are?" the tamer quipped.

"Something important…I think…" Terriermon answered. "Found them in the room."

"Hmmm" Henry mumbled. He recognized something about them.

"This looks like Takato's handwriting kinda…mim…mimic. And reverse or revert or something…these look kinda like…like…cards!" Henry gasped when he made the connection and dropped the bits of paper like a hot potato.

"Terriermon! Where's my D-Arc???" the boy snapped. The digimon scrambled for his room, Henry himself following close behind. The partners rummaged though the room, turning up the arc from under Henry's bed. A slight claw mark on the left side showed someone not human had used it.

"Oh, crap…he caused it…" Henry spoke, his voice distraught.

"Well!?" Terriermon yelped. "If he did it, he can undo it." his voice angry .

"Wait…I don't think he knows he did this to me…" the tamer sighed. The events were now very simple understand.

"Something had caused Takato to transform. He had hid out for a while afterwards, most likely Guilimon's shelter. He had gotten the idea to make a set of cards, to fix himself, and came here to use my arc to do it!"

Henry said, outlining his theory.

"But why your arc?" He's got his own!" Terriermon yelled, finding the hole in the theory.

"Oh no he doesn't…" Henry stated as he walked to pile of dirty clothes. After a moment, he came up with his pants from yesterday. From inside, he pulled out the charred and burnt remains of a red D-Arc.

"I found this at his house. I have no idea what fried it though…" the tamer informed the digimon.

"Where is our red friend anyway?" Henry asked, ready to interrogate him again.

"Napping with Guilimon in the kitchen I think." Terriermon answered him. Partner and digimon headed for the room in question…

***

"Hello?" Impmon spoke quietly. Nothing answered him but he knew better. Someone was following him. The still air of the intercity betrayed the presence of something. It was good though, keeping out of sight with little effort. He had briefly wondered if Renamon might have pursued him, but he doubted it. He could tell when she was around, if not by sensing her, by her scent. This had a scent alright. It wasn't her. It was strange but it smelled almost…evil. Silly yes, but that was the best word for it.

"Noticed me huh?"

"Sh*t!" the boy yelped. There was someone following him!

"Duh. What? Thought I was that Renamon you get off on? Ha!"

"Hey! Shut up!" Impmon yelled at his hidden assailant. Whoever it was knew him. Or read his mind, one or the other.

"Pleeez. Your body is pouring fear. I could be blind and deaf and still find your sorry ass."

Impmon let out a startled cry when his tormentor dove from a lamppost, flying past his head. The blur whooshed by, a fist colliding with the boy's jaw. The blur flew by him again, circling him before stopping a foot in front of him. Rubbing his mouth Impmon saw his attacker. He blinked, not wanting to see it. It was him! It was another Impmon!!

"…hell?" the shocked boy croaked.

"Don't be so dramatic. Although…you're different then they told me. I was expecting a mirror image…" this new Impmon spoke, giving the original the once over. This new Impmon was identical to the original, save a few differences. 1st'ly he was a digimon unlike the original's current form. His eyes were a bright red color instead of the normal green, giving him a slightly more ferial appearance. His smiley face was different as well, a pair of tiny devil horns was on it along with red eyes, matching its owner.

"Truth be told…I was looking forward to fighting myself." he spoke, grinning ear to ear. Impmon decided that "Red" was a good enough name for now.

"But now," he continued, " I'd kill you with just my pinky."

He was right, and that ate at Impmon more than any insults. He was way too powerful, even for a virus digimon. Something was up. Impmon could feel an almost aura of power coming off him. It was like someone gave him one hell of a power boost. Truth be told, the dripping power he had frightened the former digimon. Another thing was evident about the digimon. The concept of him being able to digivolve hit Impmon hard. The sudden fist to the stomach hit him harder though. Red had gone off on him again and he knew he couldn't do anything but get killed. He tasted the blood in his mouth as a clawed foot hit his face. Hair being pulled. A painful slap across the face. Punches to his kidneys and cheap kicks to the shin. Pain radiated from the multiplying wounds as Red pounded him. He felt it as his nose poured blood, a set of black eyes developing, and, most painfully, a swift kick to the jewels. All he saw as it happened was a purple blur of pain. He was going to die. And on his feet no less. The former digimon didn't even feel it when he hit the ground.

"Assassin! This is not your mission!!"

The voice was booming. Impmon could feel his ears throb as it spoke. The air around them was on fire, something imposing filling it. He opened an eye and could see his clone was distracted. A portal or something of the type had opened up behind them. The back alley was now brightly lit by it. The light was painfully hot, the digimon on the other side crackling with more power than Red had.

"Hey, I was just having a bit of fun…" Red offered to the booming voice.

"Silence! Complete the mission or suffer the fate of those before you!"

"Ok! Ok! I'm on it!" Red squeaked, obviously not wanting to piss the voice off.

The voice was silent and the stillness of the air returned. The air became cool again as the portal shut closed.

A sharp kick to his ribs confirmed Impmon was still alive, well, at least the pain did.

"You just got your ass saved big time." Red spoke lowly. He wasn't happy. "Just stay out of my way you has-been. Your replacement is here to do what you never did…" Red said, relishing the sound of his own voice. Impmon felt an intense heat as the digimon teleported away in what felt like a burst of fire, a cackling laugh's echo as his signature.

Impmon laid on his side for the time being, not moving and simply breathing slow. He was bleeding in too many places to count with pain coming from everywhere. That had to be the worst beating he'd ever had. He doubted he'd die but, chances were he'd wish he'd had. He simply breathed and bleed.

***

"WAKE UP TAKATO!!"

The voice yanked the digimon Takato from his deep slumber. He grimaced at the intrusion, the flash of teeth causing Henry to briefly reconsider awaking the digimon. Takato yawned and sat up, his eyes slowly opening. He was confused at first when he saw Henry though. He was wearing a gray hooded sweater, the hood up and closed tight on his head.

"What's with the hood?" the former tamer yawned.

"Nevermind that." Henry snapped, his tone containing a underlying agitation.

"Do you recognize these?" Henry asked him, shoving a few bits of paper at his face. Takato sniffed them, the smell something he recognized. Where, he couldn't say. They were important though…

"WORK! Please work!!" Takato screamed at the piece of green and white plastic. Guilimon watched as his tamer violently slashed the cards over and over. Nothing was happening. Takato slashed the 1st card a 3rd time, not bothering to slash the 2nd card again.

"Damnit!" he cried. The tamer started to cry again.

" I don't want this!" he screamed at no one.

"Why!? I want to be Takato! Not a guilimon! TAKATO!!!"

Takato snapped back. The vision or flashback had sent him for a loop. What was that???

"I'm a human! A human!! I'm not a digimon! I'm Takato! TAKATO!!!"

The digimon blacked out and back again. His mind was tearing at itself. His memories flooded back to him. He realized briefly he had blocked them out. He had blocked out almost everything before last night. He had blocked it out. His digimon mind had blocked his memories from him! Takato felt betrayed from the inside.

"Takato! You ok?" Henry spoke, his voice worried. Takato had spaced out for almost a minute.

"I'm…Tak…I'm ok. " the former tamer sighed. It hurt, and now he realized partly why his psyche had pulled that. The remains of the cards had triggered it. He slightly thanked himself for not burning them.

"I…tried to "fix" myself…with.." he spoke, the words hard to vocalize.

"Takato, do you know what did this?" Henry asked, his dropping of the 1st question catching the digimon off guard. The burnt thing Henry showed him almost made him cry out though. It was his D-Arc! And it was burnt to a crisp!

"What! Wha..what did that!?" the dino stammered, taking the arc from Henry's hand. It was battered and cracked, the burnt smell rather powerful for his digimon nose.

"Ok, that answered one question and not the other one…"Henry spoke sadly, more to Terriermon than to Takato. Takato didn't pay to much mind to it, more worried over his battered possession.

"Takato." Henry started, Takato taking his eyes off his arc. The digimon's eyes bulged as he looked Henry in the face. The hood was off, and Takato almost crapped himself from the shock. Henry's ears were gigantic. And they had a thin layer of tan and lime green fur. Just like Terr…

"No… NO! NO!" Takato screamed, getting up and backing away from Henry. What had he done?! It was rather obvious what had happened and Takato knew he was to blame. Henry's words only confirmed it for him.

"When you tried to fix yourself, using my arc, it looks like…" Henry said quietly, stopping to search for the right word. "it misfired…" he finished. Low was a bad word to describe what Takato felt. He'd just screwed his best friend. He'd doomed him. He had done it…he had killed him…

***

"HAHA! I LOVE THIS WORLD!!" Red yelled at the top of his lungs. The old woman started at him indifferently as she started to swing her purse at his head. He hoped back effortlessly from her and shot a fireball at her feet. She screamed and stamped the small fire at her feet. Red laughed again as he threw another, this one sending the old biddy running for help. The creatures here were incredibly weak and helpless. Easy pickings and fun to torment. This was gonna be a better job than he'd thought. He remembered it well. He had been minding his own business in the digi world. Killing things, burning irritating digimon, the usual. Then "He" had shown up. He didn't have much a form, and he hadn't even given him a name. The digimon or rather digi-god considering his power, had given him a proposition:

Kill a few humans, and he'd be given more power than he had ever thought of. Red had agreed right then and he was given the power right on the spot. It was such a rush for him. Mega level power without the work. He had changed slightly from the boost, but he didn't care. A new set of eyes and a new smiley face were a small price. The bloodlust he had now however…

No, that wasn't a bad thing. Just a bonus. The formless fog of energy had then torn open a portal to this world and Red had dove in. That had been the only bad part. The dimensional voyage had made him so seasick he almost puked. The digi-god had contacted him later, showing him his targets. Some stupid kid with goggles, a blue haired boy, and a rather icy redhead. The dude had also explained why he'd hired him. Some crap about how he needed their energy gone so he could take form here or something stupid. Red didn't care. He had what he wanted. Unimaginable power, and a playground to test it in. The digimon was now at a bridge or some such thing, the surrounding city next to it busy with afternoon traffic. Red needed to get the attention of his targets. The idea of hunting them down individually would take to long, and Red was much too lazy for that anyway. Besides, kill enough people and they'd come to him. Red could hear someone running to him. He turned and started to chuckle at the overweight traffic cop who had shown up. The old bitty from before was watching them from a safe distance, a vengeful smile on her lips. Red smiled back, which sent a shiver up her spine. The cop approached, a baton in hand. Red grinned at him and he gave him a nervous smile back. A surge of electricity shot down from the sky shattering the asphalt at Red's feet. Red called another one down behind him as a show of power. His energy was straining, wanting release. Bystanders could see a red and black aura pulsing from him. The cop had dropped the baton, a 9m in his nervous grasp.

"BOO!" Red shrieked at him, causing him to loose it. He fired blindly at the digimon. Red didn't bat an eye as he slapped the rounds away, three hitting the ground and the 4th shooting off the cop's hat. The frightened human wet himself as he turned and ran. A crowd of shocked and stupidly inquisitive humans had surrounded Red, something the digimon hadn't expected. Weak creatures are suppose to run at this point.

"What is it?"

"Is it a monster??"

"Its an alien!"

"No, it a kid in a costume!"

"Its some kinda mutant!"

"Hey he's from that stupid card game!"

Red had enough of question time. Time for the REAL show.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages!" Red cackled aloud.

"Introducing, the bringer of DEATH, DESTRUCTION, and END to your stupid and pointless lives!"

Red started to glow, his frame, and the ground, shaking.

"IMPMON WARP DIGIVOLVE TO…BEELZEBMON!"

The small digimon was engulfed in black and red flame as he exploded with power. The crowd was quite literally blown off their feet by it. The sky had gone black. The air was still. Nothing moved or made a sound. The nearly 7ft creature in Red's place stood now. Black leather laced with steel claws and spiked boots adorned the digimon. A snake like tail, also in said leather, swayed with evil intent. Beelzebmon licked his lips as he stood. The crowd stared at the biker demon at their feet. The Demon King had come…

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(Author's Note: Many thanks to Fernin for her help with ideas and character names. Hope you enjoyed this 3x sized chapter. Adios!)