Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ The Digital Trilogy - Episode 7 - Journey Through the Darkness ❯ Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Ozlimon sat on a metal examination table glaring at the faces around him. The room was a large laboratory and everything in it was dedicated to examining him. There were cameras, scanners, electrodes, chemicals, x-ray machines and all manner of surgical instruments. The angry bird looked back and forth across the faces of the five scientists that were trying to examine him. Two had their hands in bandages, another had several gashes on his face, a woman was applying gauze to her midsection and the last simply had to change his lab coat as the first was shredded. Ozlimon examined his handiwork.

"A little problem typing there?" He asked one of the men with an injured hand who was trying unsuccessfully to use a keyboard.

"I'm going to use you to dust this entire lab," he said.

"While I agree it looks like hell, you're only going to try, then you'll bleed." Ozlimon spread his wings in an attack stance and glared, they could see traces of blood on and in his beak from his attacks, and a few pieces of the white lab coat clinging to his talons.

"Why don't you just relax," than man with the new lab coat said. "You're not going anywhere, so you might was well let us find out what we want to know."

"You're ugly," the bird said. "I assumed you needed to know that. Now let me go." Ozlimon dropped down behind the table out of their sight. None dared venture forth when they heard the equipment drawers being opened. He reappeared on the table with two glass bottles and two syringes. He filled the needles with the contents of one of the bottles, both of which he had scratched off the labels. The other bottle he held in his right talon and smashed on the table holding the jagged piece ready to dice. "Try it. I'm not sure what the stuff is, but with a skull and crossbones on the bottle, it can't be good." The man would have responded had the phone not rung. He hit a button and activated the speaker part.

"What is it?"

"Dex? It's Stan," the voice on the phone said. "We're having some trouble over here."

"Define 'trouble'."

"First she started jumping back and forth clawing at us. One of my guys lost a finger! Then she threw acid at us. When we ducked, she got out." Dex turned to Ozlimon when he was heard chuckling.

"How did she get out though a magnetically locked door?"

"Have you seen her claws do anything?!?" Dex looked at the shredded remains of his coat.

"I have an idea. Find her. It just one little pussy cat, you said you could handle her. I brought you here as our wrangler, and you can't hold one little kitten?"

"Fuck you. This isn't a cat, it's a demon." Dex moved his hand to turn off the phone and pulled it back suddenly when a syringe embedded itself in the device silencing it permanently.

"Damn, missed," Ozlimon said.

"Libby, stay here. The rest of you with me and find that cat," Dex said. Libby looked hesitantly back at the sadistic owl on the table. He grinned and spit out the side of this mouth.

"Go ahead, make my day," the bird said.

"If it's all the same to you, I'm going to stay over here," she said.

"You can drink a litre of paint thinner and it still wouldn't be good enough. Unless you were smoking a cigarette at the time." She just looked at him with a white face, genuinely fearing for her life. She had seen how fast he can move with incentive and an adrenaline boost. Ever since they had arrived the two rookie digimon had made life hell for the researchers. Fifteen had been hospitalised and two had been killed, while several thousand dollars worth of lab equipment had been destroyed.

"You really should calm down. You could make life easier on all of us," Libby said.

"I don't want to make your lives easier," he said. "And the only way my life will be better is to get out off here." He checked the presence of his two remaining weapons. "But it's not all bad. I'm not the one with a broken head."

"Broken head?" She asked. "You hit me in the side."

"But that's not where she's going to hit you," Ozlimon said. Libby turned to the right quick and saw Demireumon leap through the air. The black cat hit her in the head driving her backwards. Libby's skull hit the floor with a loud thump. When she opened her eyes Demireumon was on her chest with her claws on her neck while Ozlimon waddled up beside her.

"Access codes, now." Demireumon threatened. Libby said nothing. The cat pushed her claws deeper into the human's skin. "Don't think I'm bluffing. These are the very claws that killed your other lady friend two days ago. I can kill you and find another way out of here." Libby looked at Ozlimon expecting the 'good cop, bad cop' routine.

"Don't look at me, I want her to kill you. I'm hungry." He smiled and mock attacked. Demireumon switched paws on Libby's neck and licked the blood of them.

"I love the taste of blood when it's loaded with adrenaline." Again, Libby said nothing.

"Just do it, we can have lunch, then find another way out." The cat pulled her paw back ready to slice the human's neck.

"Seven-four-seven-five-three-six," Libby said.

"Well good girl," Demireumon said. "Let's go feather duster."

"Sure thing couch cushion," he said following her. They entered the code in the keypad by the door and it opened into a deserted hallway. "How did you move around? A black cat is a little noticeable on white tile."

"Quit thinking human. We're small enough to fit in the air vents," she said. She led him to a vent near the floor and pulled it off the wall with ease. It's screws had already been stripped by her claws. "They best way to travel and keep cool," she said. She let Ozlimon enter first and re affixed the vent. They only had to go a few steps before they noticed that Ozlimon's talons were going to betray them. "Damn you and your non-retractable claws." He got a few feathers from his back and gripped them in his feet. They made walking slow, but at least quiet.

"Where's Azuma?"

"I can't find him. I think he may be in another building. Even if he is here, we should get out and find Kelryn and Kovin. We can be a lot more help as Arcreumon and Aeromon."

"We should at least try to get him out," he said.

"We can't. I love him too, but it's just too hard for us. We're not built to help a human infant. Are you going to carry him? Do you think I can?" Ozlimon didn't like it, but he agreed with her. They were formidable fighters even as rookies, but to do something as simple as carry a baby was beyond their abilities. Demireumon said it would be easier if humans could be carried by the scruff of their neck.

"What do you think? You and Kovin have broken into places before haven't you? Can we use this air vent to get out?"

"Yeah, I know a trick Wyrvenmon showed me."

"Wyrvenmon? Who's he?"

"'She'," Ozlimon corrected.

"She? Well what haven't you been telling me?"

"That you're cute when you're mad. Let's go." They set off following the maze of air ducts through the massive research laboratory.

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They found the building's furnace and air-conditioning system by going down a level. Luckily the side of the air duct was made of plastic so the decent was easy for Demireumon. They punched out the side of the vent to gain access to the room.

"See? Room's like this are rarely occupied and usually are on the back of buildings. If we can leave through a window or the air intake, it should be easy," Ozlimon said.

"Is that was Wyrvenmon said? If so we better hop right to it," Demireumon said.

"Will you calm down? What's wrong with you? She's just the digimon of a girl Kovin knew a while back. I haven't seen her in years."

"Doesn't matter. You have a girlfriend that I didn't know about."

"'Had'. And that was for like thirty seconds. The rest of the time we were just friends."

"Just friends?"

"Yeah. How come you don't get this worked up if I talk to Gatomon?"

"Oh, so now you're seeing Gatomon too?" Ozlimon fell backwards pretending to faint and saw the barrels of fifteen high-powered, automatic rifles pointing at Demireumon and himself.