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Government Confines
Marcus’ Misadventure
The Next Morning…
“Alright,” Mitch yelled as he entered the room. “Wake up!” The light flipped on and Marcus rolled over. “No sleeping in today, we’ve work to do!”
Mech was instantly awake. “What work?”
“We’ve got to spread the word!” The MetalGreymon continued to shout and scream. He walked over to Pat who was rolled over as well and snoring.
“Wha…” THUMP! Pat hit the floor. Mitch had just taken the liberty of dumping the ExVeemon out of his cot and was now in the process of doing the same to Mason.
“What’s the big idea!”
“Hey,” Marcus stated groggily, “don’t dump your trash on the floor.”
“That wake-up call goes for you too, human.” By now, the racket had woken him anyway.
“Fine,” the boy said as he put his feet on the floor. “What’s for breakfast?” He yawned and stretched simultaneously with Pat.
“That depends,” Mitch said impatiently. “On whether or not your willing to go into town and get what you want.” The Digimon flicked Jerry awake with his nonmetallic claw. “Up, human.”
Jerry snapped his head up with a jerk. “Cool, this isn’t a dream.” The prodigy child jumped from his place above Marcus to the floor.
Morning person, Marcus thought sourly.
I hate mornings, Pat thought to himself in the same manner.
“I hate ‘em too,” Marcus said aloud.
“Hate what?” Jerry asked.
“Mornings.” Marcus pointed to his partner. “He just said, ‘I hate mornings’. Didn’t you hear him?”
“Nope.”
“How could you not hear ‘em? He said it, clear as day.”
Pat blinked, then shook his head in disbelief. “I didn’t say anything. In fact, I don’t even know what made me think it.”
Possibly that you hate mornings. It was meant to be a private thought. But alas, no such luck.
“No,” Patrick stated thoughtfully, “that isn’t it, either.”
Jerry stared in awe. This is starting to get rather confusing. He looked to Mech for any kind of response.
Mech nodded his head in agreement. His golden eyes blinked off for a split second. Undoubtedly.
She opened her brown eyes. “Morning already?” Mitch nodded. She stretched and moaned.
Alice stirred beside her. After a night of uncontrollable weeping, the girl had fell asleep right in her partner’s arms.
“What’s going on,” the girl asked.
“Morning,” Mitch replied. “We’ve work to do.”
“What kind of work?” Alice yawned.
“We’ve got to get the word out!”
Five Minutes Later…
“Eggs?”
“And bacon,” Mitch added.
“Eggs and bacon,” Marcus groaned. “You want us to get eggs and bacon. That’s our first mission?”
“I like eggs,” his partner said thoughtfully. “And bacon, too, for that matter.” He smiled a toothy grin.
“Goody for you.”
“What’s f’r chow?” Mason asked, walking in and stretching. The Leomon popped his tail. “I thought I heard something about bacon.”
“Probably because you did,” Marcus said simply. “Pat and me are going into town to get some bacon and eggs.”
“Good,” the lion man answered. “I haven’t had bacon and eggs since… let me think…” He snapped his fingers after a moment of deep thought. “The last time I had bacon and eggs!”
Casey sighed in the corner. “I really hope your fighting skills offset your intelligence.”
“I hope so too,” Mason replied casually. “Or we’re all in serious trouble.” He turned to Mitch, who eyed him with careful suspicion. “I’d like to go with them if you don’t mind.”
Mitch nodded. “Alright. And you’re going,” he pointed to Jerry, “to go with the females and Mech to District forty-five to our other base.”
“After breakfast?”
“Very well,” Mitch conceded. “After breakfast.”
Garth, silent as ever with Michael sitting atop his head, looked up. “What about us?”
“I’m not sure why he’s here.” The MetalGreymon gestured to Michael. “MasterWarGreymon sent for warriors, not small children. But either way, you’re both staying with me until I can find a use for you.”
Garth snorted. “I’ll take care of him. You don’t worry about it.” Mitch didn’t look at all convinced.
“While I have no doubt about your ability,” he spoke dubiously. “I’m worried that your human might be a liability.”
“No,” Garth stated in his gruff voice. “He’ll prove himself if given the chance.” With that being said, he, with Michael upon his back, stalked off in search of a place to think.
“Well,” Mason said after Garth was out of earshot, “that was interestingly insightful. Never thought I’d hear that guy speak a word, let alone two.”
“Get going,” Mitch ordered.
I hate small town markets, Pat thought. Can’t stand ‘em.
Marcus was strangely silent.
“You all right,” Mason asked.
Pat answered. “I’m fine. Marcus is kinda quiet though.” His tail twitched. “Hey, Mason?”
“Yeah.”
“Ya get the feeling we’re being watched.”
Mason scanned the immediate area. “No, not really.” Just his imagination. “Why?”
“Just wondering.”
“Well,” Mason said, “keep your musings to yourselves.” Again he checked the market. “Where the heck is that one mom and pop shop? I know it’s here around somewhere.”
“I thought it was a couple of blocks down.”
“No.”
Pat smirked. “How about there?” He pointed to a small outlet across the way. “Looks we’re just in time for a bargain.”
The proprietor of the store was just putting out a sign. He spotted them immediately and waved them over. “Well,” he said kindly, “long time no see. Haven’t been here for a while.”
The ExVeemon walked into the shop without a second thought. “Mason and I had business in District Ninety-seven.”
The owner, a slightly aged Paildramon, moved inside and behind the counter. “What can I do for ya?”
“Bacon, eggs, sausage, milk, cheese, lots of cheese,” Marcus said from behind his mask. “I think that’ll do it.”
“Pops,” Mason inquired, “Are you still doing charity work?” Leomon was poking about a loaf of fresh bread.
Pops, the aforementioned proprietor of the equally aforementioned “mom and pop” shop, said no. “Not for the likes of you, Mooch.”
Mooch? Marcus queried.
It was his nickname as a kid. Pops here, is his father.
“Seriously, do you still do your charity work?”
“Yes,” Pops answered more than a little confused. “Why, do you need help, Mason. I’ll give you what you need and a kick to the ass for good measure.”
“We’re here with a human,” Pat said quietly. “He’s under cover right now, but we don’t have enough food for all of them.”
“Them?”
“There are more than one of them.”
Pops nodded. “And you need free food. Follow me.” He headed toward a door in the back of the shop. “I need proof. I know how Mason’s mind works.” The Paildramon shot a glance back at his son.
“No trick this time, Pops,” Mason was following behind closely.
The group was led into a small, dark room. Pops shut the door and locked it.
Have you ever gotten the feeling that you’re doing something incredibly stupid? Marcus asked as they entered the room. I don’t much like the look of this room.
“Hey Pops,” Pat asked in a puzzled manner, “what’s with dark room? Light burn out?”
“No,” Pops said. “They got here first.” The light came on, revealing a dozen well-trained soldiers. “They said they would burn the shop down. I’m sorry.”
Two of the guards advanced. Marcus readied himself from inside Pat’s mind for a battle. There’s no way we can take all of them, Pat told him. Better not to get killed.
“Hands on your head,” one of the soldiers told them. It was obviously their leader. He was the only one who didn’t have a glazed look.
Pat complied, against Marcus’s wishes. Mason also did as he was told, all the while glaring hard at his father. “I truly am sorry.”
“You will be,” Mason replied tersely. He received a thwack to the back of his head and was told to keep quiet.
Something’s wrong isn’t it, Alice asked. What is it? Casey didn’t answer. This prompted Alice to mention it to their companions. “Something is wrong,” she said. “I don’t know what it is, but something is definitely wrong.”
“I know,” Mech responded in his usual gruff voice. “We have the feeling that there is something happening with Marcus and Patrick…” he trailed off. “Mitch!”
The giant half-mechanical Digimon came running. “What is it? Something I should know?” He stopped short of Casey’s form in the mess hall of the barracks. “Where’s the kid?”
“He’s off with Garth, thinking,” Alice said softly. “Something is wrong with Pat and Mason.”
“Any idea of what?”
“Mech and I think they’ve been captured.”
Mitch shook his head in disbelief. “That’s impossible, no one knows they’re here.” He called his subordinate, the same Agumon who had brought Mech and Jerry down to the basement level of the warehouse.
“Yes, sir.”
“We’re missing three of our comrades in town. Go and find them.”
The Agumon saluted and left just as quickly as he had come. Alice sighed. “He may be a prick but he’s still one of us,” she said.
Jerry chuckled. “Are you talking about Pat or Marcus?” He smiled mischievously at her. “I think you have a crush on Marcus.”
“For a child prodigy, you sure don’t know when to keep your mouth shut,” he said defensively. “And yes, I am worried about Marcus. And Pat, and Mason. They’re a part of this team whether you think so or not.”
Jerry didn’t stop smiling. “Well,” he said. “Do you have a crush on Marcus?”
THWACK!
Jerry was left with a red handprint across his face. “My bad.”
Where do you think he’s going? Michael asked suddenly. He had caught on to the telepathy thing more quickly than the others had due to his shy nature. Maybe something’s wrong. Michael scooted in closer to Garth’s furry chest. I hope not, he said.
I know, Mike. You just don’t worry about it, Garth assured him. If there’s anything wrong, they’ll tell us. Garth himself wasn’t too sure of that statement. Mitch was worried that Michael wouldn’t have what it took to be a warrior, therefore they would probably be kept out of the loop.
Michael looked up at his dogish partner. “Maybe we should go too.”
Garth shook his head. “Too dangerous.”
If it’s too dangerous, than why was he going alone?
Garth was stumped. Michael had him beat on that point. There wasn’t anything a Rookie could do to help if there was something wrong. How did you get so smart? I’m impressed.
Michael climbed atop his partner and slid into place on his neck. Are we going? Garth flashed and Michael was instantly a part of his consciousness.
The last place they were headed was the market, Garth spoke calmly. I think we should start there. Michael made no objections. Just one more thing before we head out.
What’s that?
I want you to do nothing at all but pay attention to what I do, he said. And no matter what, keep calm.
Ok.
The guards were being brutally efficient, much to the dismay of the captives. Any attempts to speak other then when spoken to were received with harsh retaliation in the form of beatings.
Due to the nature of the guards training, they were not only chained to the wall, but also bruised and bloodied all over. This had the effect of ruining one’s day to the point of wanting to kill anyone who even showed the slightest hostility towards you.
Marcus felt that way now. I can’t believe he turned us in like that!
Pat sighed quietly to himself. I know. But I can’t really blame him. Pat, as well as Marcus, was fighting the urge to shout, kick, scream and fight back in general. I saw Mitch’s Agumon underling tailing us earlier. He’ll get word back that we’ve been captured.
Mason was just as frustrated. Thinking of all the possible reasons that his father would turn him in, the shop would be the least of them. Stupid guards, he thought to himself. Even if I could get through to Pat, there’s nothing either of us could do. They must have threatened him with something other than burning the shop down.
They heard footsteps. One of the guards spoke to them. “On your feet! You have a visitor.”
Pat stood to his full height, a good three feet taller then Mason and twice as high as his human. “Who is it?” he asked.
“Speak when spoken too, not before,” their visitor said forcefully. “You will address me as Sir and nothing else.”
The voice entered the cell. A red clad BlackWarGreymon stood before them. Other then the red armor, there were several subtle differences between him and his weaker counterparts. For one, he was taller and leaner. It looked like he was more of a stick figure than a Digimon.
Marcus thought of that and couldn’t suppress a snicker. The wiry Digimon beat him upside the head. “Do NOT laugh in my presence.” He calmed his breathing again. “I’m sure you are all wondering exactly who I am. Especially the human who was laughing.”
Marcus was chilled. It seemed as though this red WarGreymon was looking strait through Pat’s body and into him. He shuddered at the thought.
“They call me ForceWarGreymon. I’ve been looking for you humans for quite some time. You may not know this, but—”
“We know plenty,” Marcus told him.
ForceWarGreymon backhanded him again. “Speak when you are spoken to, not before,” he growled. “And thank you for the bit of information. I’d hate to bore you with a history lesson before your executions.
“Under usual circumstances, it would only be the human. But unfortunately I do not take well to Digimon who undermine my authority, Patrick.” He grinned at him. “And your friend will have to go as well. Aiding the enemy is an act of treason if you didn’t know.”
“May we speak?” Mason queried. “After all, everyone has the right to protest.” ForceWarGreymon took this into consideration.
“Very well,” he said. “Make your case. The ExVeemon will have his chance as well.”
Mason sighed in relief. “I have question’s I’d like answered first, though.”
“Ask.”
“Are you the mysterious ruler who overthrew MasterWarGreymon?” Their captor nodded quietly. “Do you consider yourself a fair ruler?”
“Yes,” he replied. “You are the one on trial if I’m not mistaken. Ask your questions and make your case.”
“If your so fair and just,” Mason spat, “then overthrow yourself before someone else does it for you! These humans are the saviors of this world and if you kill this one, more will follow. You’re just postponing your death.”
ForceWarGreymon sent his clawed fist through the wall. “I do not tolerate disrespect for long. You’ll do well to remember that, Leomon. If you speak like that again, you die here and now, not the quick beheading scheduled for tomorrow.” He turned to Patrick, still angered by Mason’s remarks. “The same goes to you. Make your case.”
“I have no case. I’d rather die a martyr than live under your dictatorship.”
“As you like it,” was the response. “You will die a martyr. The human will go first since he poses the most threat. Then you and then your Leomon companion.
“I’ll have them disassemble the guillotine and have the stretchers brought out. You will be drawn and quartered as an example of why it is not a good idea to challenge me.” ForceWarGreymon turned to leave the cell.
Patrick shouted after him. “We’re all slaves under your government confines! But we won’t be for long!”
His words echoed through the cavernous corridors of the complex. Other prisoners, all caught conspiring against the evil WarGreymon, hooted and hollered after him in agreement. The noise grew louder until the only words ForceWarGreymon could hear were the prisoners chanting:
“NOT FOR LONG! WE ARE SLAVES, BUT NOT FOR LONG! DOWN WITH HIM; DOWN WITH THE GOVERNMENT CONFINES!”
A/N: I hope I did ok in making the bad guy slightly insane. He’s personally one of the worst people I can imagine. Anyway, read and review; it’s the only thing I ask.
Suggestions on how to improve are also a welcome piece of encouragement. If you don’t want to hurt my feelings, ask my beta what she told me and see if you can hurt me.
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