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Government Confines
Inside the Government Confines
“NOT FOR LONG! WE ARE SLAVES, BUT NOT FOR LONG! DOWN WITH HIM; DOWN WITH THE GOVERNMENT CONFINES!”
ForceWarGreymon turned and growled. The prisoners were chanting about his demise and they seemed to be enjoying it. They will not be chanting for long, he thought wickedly. Soon that human will be made an example. He left for the upper rooms.
Twelve Hours Later…
Marcus sat still. He was free to move anywhere he liked, but still he sat. He didn’t trust his “host” in the slightest bit. ForceWarGreymon had forced him out of Pat by torture, and now he seemed to want to make a deal.
“I hope you don’t think me cruel,” ForceWarGreymon said. “It’s just my way of making an example out of disobedient citizens. You were a… an unfortunate and unintended target.”
The bruised and bloodied Marcus had been cleaned, roughly, and aloud to bath in a cold bath before being sent up. The boy glared, hating every word issued from ForceWarGreymon’s mouth.
“It isn’t that I dislike humans,” he was saying. “It’s just that I want to retain the current power structure. It works well.”
“People are tortured,” Marcus spat. “They’re enslaved, beaten, bloodied and killed, and you say this works well.”
“It has kept me in power for one hundred and fifty years. It works well.” The Mega stood and moved toward a bar situated at the far end of the room. “Drink?” Marcus gave a negative response. “I may be ruthless, but I’m not a monster.”
That’s debatable, Marcus thought.
“Tell me human, why are you here?”
“I was shutting down my computer and I woke up in Pat’s home.”
“So you are here by accident,” the Digimon questioned. “You didn’t want to be here, you were just— sucked in? How long have you been here?” He poured his drink, blending various drinks into an amber solution.
“Not long.”
“All I want is for my power not to be challenged.” ForceWarGreymon dropped a few ice cubes in his drink. “You understand that you present a sort of predicament in that respect, don’t you?”
“Somewhat.” Marcus didn’t like small talk, especially with someone who wanted him dead. “Where is this leading?”
“The point is that you are in a very bad position right now and should show respect to those above you.” He started sipping his beverage, alcoholic undoubtedly. “I could kill you without so much as moving a muscle.”
“All I want to do is get back to my partner,” Marcus responded, irritably. “You mangled him pretty badly.”
“His own fault for harboring you.”
“And yet you offer me a drink. A symbol of friendship for humans.”
“Who’s to say I wouldn’t have poisoned you?”
“Who’s to say I wouldn’t have spat it back in your face?”
The dark dragon growled. “Under any other circumstances, I might find you to be amusing.” A large window behind Marcus cracked and shattered, sending splinters into the walls. “Try testing my patience further and see where it leads you.”
“Alright. Then may we please get to the point of this conversation.”
“I said don’t try me.”
Marcus cleared his throat, as if about to make the speech of a lifetime. “Don’t take offense, but I don’t like you. In fact, I’d rather be back in my cell with people I can trust than up here listening to your rambling.”
“You misunderstand me.” ForceWarGreymon picked a glass shard from the wall and fingered it. “I do not take offense. Alcohol makes me hungry. If you haven’t noticed, my armor is red. Care to take a guess as to why,” he said, tossing the shard away and inspecting another.
“You’re a sick freak of nature.” He nodded. Marcus was disgusted beyond belief. “With what I’ve seen in the last day, you make the worst humans seem like perfect little angels.”
The dragon laughed. “Like whom?”
“Hitler, Mussolini, John Carry…”
“All have nothing in comparison with me.”
So he admits it. “What’s wrong with you anyway. Were you dropped on your head as a Rookie?”
“No. I’ve just had a long time to think.”
“I’d like to go now.”
“Just when I was beginning to enjoy myself.” He laughed again, placing a clawed hand on the bar. “I’ve never actually eaten human before,” he said, staring. “I would like to try it sometime.” Marcus tasted bile. “But, I’d like to propose a deal.”
“I don’t deal with stupid—people, for lack of a better term.”
The digimon grunted. “I’ll be the first to set you free,” he said, returning to his chair. “Provided that you go back to your world and never have even a thought about returning.”
Marcus looked up at the tall figure. “And our partners?”
“Under my jurisdiction and therefore they must pay the consequences.”
“No deal.”
“And why?”
Marcus smirked. “For the king of the world, you don’t know much. I can’t go back to my world anyway. According to everyone I’ve asked, I don’t exist there anymore.”
Now it was his enemy’s turn to smirk. “For a human, you don’t know much. I can make it so you never left.” Marcus’ eyes lit up. “I can see your interest has been peaked, has it not?”
The child nodded; curious, but not ready to make a deal. “How? How can you do that?”
“I have power unimaginable to you, boy. I’m willing to use it as long as I remain in my current position.”
“Send our partner’s with us,” Marcus spoke. “Then I may consider it.”
ForceWarGreymon grunted, thinking of the ramifications of this course of action. He spoke again after a considerable amount of time. “Granted. Anything else?”
“Set us free and give us two days to discuss your proposal.”
“Done. You have forty-eight hours from now. You will come back here with your answer. If you do not, I’ll assume you say no and there will be no more opportunities for you or your friends.”
The dark WarGreymon wannabe tapped an intercom switch. “Release the ExVeemon and send him up here. They go free.” For now, he added mentally smirking at his genius.
The ExVeemon still hated himself for that. Why did I get Marcus into this mess? What am I going tell him? How do I explain myself? Fortunately for him, he didn’t have long to turn the thoughts over in his mind. If he did, chances are he would have gone insane.
“You,” a guard said, pointing to him. “What is your name?” The chained Digimon didn’t answer. “I said, what is your name?”
“Patrick.”
“You go free,” the guard told him. “Any sudden movements will be taken as hostile.” The guard unshackled him and he fell, still weak from his torture. “Before you leave, you are requested in Master’s chambers.”
Pat crawled to his feet, barely able to stand. “What about Mason?”
“Who?” ForceWarGreymon turned to stare at him. “Your Leomon? What about him?”
“Will he be set free as well?”
“That was not part of the deal,” ForceWarGreymon said simply.
“It is now,” Marcus replied. “Or no deal.”
The enemy growled. “Granted,” he snapped. Again he toggled the intercom. “Set the Leomon free as well. He’ll wait outside the gates.”
“I hope they’re all right,” he thought aloud. “Not much I can do out here even if they did need my help.” He glanced back at the complex behind him. The two moons of the Digital World were rising over the prison. “At least there’s something I can look forward to,” he said staring at the silvery disks.
“Marcus, are you all right?” He nodded.
“Pardon me for interrupting,” ForceWarGreymon made his presence known. “But get out, before I change my mind and kill you now.”
Light filled the room, momentarily blinding the dark one. When it subsided, Marcus and Pat were back together.
Pat smirked. “Remember, ‘Down with the government confines.’” Then they were gone.
Two Hours Later, Eleven o’ Clock p. m.…
Garth moved in through the front gate, making no attempt to hide himself. Michael was with him, still quiet, but feeling the effects of the hike. A guard greeted them as soon as they were inside.
“Authorized personnel only,” he said.
“I’m here to see a prisoner,” Garth said in all honesty. The guard simply stared. “He’s scheduled to be executed in the morning.”
“Visiting hours are over.”
“He’s going to be killed. You won’t even let a friend in to say goodbye?”
Someone put a hand on Garth’s shoulder. “I said visiting hours are over.” Garth looked over his shoulder and shuddered. “Why do you want to see him?”
The Garurumon didn’t hesitate for an instant. “I wish to pay my last respects to him.”
ForceWarGreymon didn’t buy it. “This wouldn’t happen to be a rescue attempt, would it? I’ll have no problem executing you as well.”
“No, sir,” Garth replied. “Just want to say goodbye. There isn’t anything wrong with that, is there?”
The dark one smiled deviously. “There is something wrong with that. They are not here.”
“Where are they?” By this time, Garth was beginning to worry. “What did you do with them?”
“I set them free.”
The canine Digimon was in a stunned silence. Mentally, however, he was racing. We need to go, Michael. Do you remember where the warehouse is?
Yeah.
Get back there at all costs if we’re separated.
“Ok.”
ForceWarGreymon arched a brow under his helmet. “You have a human in there,” he stated plainly. “If I had not made a deal already, I’d kill you where you stand. Now leave, before I do.”
Garth scrambled.
“Guards,” he said when Garth was out of earshot, “tail them. Find their base and report back.”
“Yes, sir.”
I forgot, was the reply. I didn’t mean it.
It’s all right, Michael. You didn’t do it purpose.
But what’s gonna happen, the child asked. He knew the ramifications of what had happened, even if he didn’t know what the word meant. He’s gonna find where we are. Where’re we gonna go, Garth?
First we warn the others. Then we relocate. Then we spread the word. He turned the corner leading to the warehouse and underground complex. He rapped on the trapdoor leading to the base.
“Who’s there?”
“Garth and Michael! Let us in!” The door opened and the two jumped inside, catching the door with their tail and slamming it shut. “They’re following us,” Garth said once inside.
Casey had been the one to answer their calls. “What do you mean we’re being followed? Where were you?”
“We were going after Pat and Marcus,” Garth said. “We ran into what I can only assume was the boss himself. He said he set them free and told us he made a deal.”
“They came back here,” Casey replied. “Marcus told us about the deal. We were waiting for you to discuss it.” She led them through the labyrinth of corridors to the barracks. “Found ‘em,” she called.
Mitch glared at them, a tinge of anger in his eye. “You worried us when you didn’t show up for dinner.”
“They went after Marcus and Pat.”
“What about me?”
“And Mason.”
The MetalGreymon sighed loudly and angrily. “We were about to find out what sort of deal we were offered. Marcus, you have the floor.”
Marcus stood. He was cleaned of the filth that had accumulated during the trek back to the base. But he was still bruised in several places and had a large cut across his face. Pat, who was currently behind him, was cleaned as well.
He still had gashes and needed stitches, however. Both their faces were swollen and various other body parts were in casts. On Pat, the most noticeable was that his left wing was unfolded and stretched while the other was in a cast held tightly to his back.
His human was also different. Acting like something no one else had ever seen in him. “We were offered a deal, as you all know. He would send us all to the Real World, provided that we never return or think about returning.”
Mason snorted. “He’s full of it. You don’t exist and Digimon would not do well surrounded by humans 24/7.”
Alice, sitting cross-legged, was also skeptical. “He beat the three of you to a pulp and then offers us a way home. Sounds like trick to me.”
“We were followed when we came back,” Garth put in, again.
“We need to find a new base,” Mitch said sternly. “Mech, you said you had diamond mines. Are any of them abandoned?”
“Three. The tunnel networks are very extensive but humans and fire elementals could not survive the temperatures for long.”
Marcus crossed his hands behind his head. “I take it we’re saying no to the cannibal?”
“Cannibal?”
Marcus shuddered violently remembering his encounter. “He stared at me for half an hour before speaking at all and then started in how hungry he was.”
Mitch sighed. “Makes sense. There are quite a few carnivorous Digimon, including me. Though I’ve never heard of anyone ever being a cannibal. I wouldn’t be surprised with the stories I’ve heard from passers by.”
“The guy is sick. He was proud when I compared him to Adolph Hitler.”
“That’s just wrong.”
“Were are we going to go, though,” Jerry asked. “If Mech’s mines can’t do it, we’re up the crick without a paddle.”
“There are other bases,” Mitch replied. “District Eighty-five is home to our financial backbone (other than Mech). They’d be willing to let us stay there until we found a decent hideout.”
“Just one problem I can see,” Casey interrupted. “We have four humans who can’t make that long a journey.”
“How far is it?”
Mech did the mental calculations instantly. “By land or by air?”
“Air.”
“Sixteen thousand miles by your measure.”
“Land?”
“The shortest distance (sticking to back roads) is twenty-one thousand miles. According to the maps, there are no water circuits that end within five hundred miles of our destination.”
“So we walk,” Mitch said. “If you’ve brought anything with you, pack it now. Mason, you go and pack as much food as possible. I’ll contact the 85th chapter of the Resistance and let them know the situation.”
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