The Frontier Emissary

Chapter Five

BlackExveemon: Don’t be shy to review! I own nothing except from Dai, Cassidy, Meth, Iggy, Jethro and of course the idea of combining Digimon Frontier with The Subspace Emissary. Old Melee favourite of mine Mewtwo is coming soon, but if I don't get any reviews I probably won't continue. EVEN IF YOU DON'T HAVE AN ACCOUNT YOU ARE ALLOWED TO REVIEW AND IF YOU HATE THIS STORY I'D STILL LIKE TO KNOW SO I CAN MAKE IT GOOD!

The new Ranamon looked slightly different from Cassidy-Ranamon. For starters, her skin was purple rather than turquoise and her armour and hat were lilac rather than pale blue. The jewels on her armour and hat were navy blue instead of red and her eyes burned a fierce gold. Purple flames of darkness licked around her outline, making her seem to glow. Black goo leaked out of the corners of her mouth. Her teeth were like those of a shark and stained with blood. She had pointed elf-like ears and black fins like pieces of broken glass. The evil Ranamon grinned her ugly grin at Meta Knight and said sweetly,

“We meet again. It’s been some time, hasn’t it?”

She had the sort of voice you forgot even while you were listening to it. It was a hoarse, alien noise that didn’t sound the slightest bit human. It was a voice filled with anger and pain, the sort of sound that made you want to cry and duck for cover at the same time.

Ranamon noticed Meta Knight straighten up and try to hide the fact that he was blushing.

“Ah,” he said as casually as possible, “I guess it really is you, Meth. You’re voice has...changed.”

“It won’t be long before my vocal chords adapt and become the same as hers,” the evil Ranamon – Meth – rasped thumbing at Ranamon, “As for the pain that fills it...YOU know the answer to that one.”

Meta Knight shuffled uncomfortably on the spot and lowered the tip of his sword.

“No way!” Ranamon exclaimed, shocked, “You mean you guys were –?”

Agunimon gasped and slapped his forehead.

“Yes, we were,” Meth answered before turning her glare back to Meta Knight, “WERE!”

Meta Knight flinched. Meth spat out the word ‘were’ like poison.

“You’re causing all of this!” Meta Knight yelled at Meth, “And that’s just wrong! You can’t take your anger out on all the innocent videogame heroes and Digimon!”

“I have nothing to do with this!” Meth snapped back, “This is all the fault of my little brother Tabuu! I’m only here to get my revenge on YOU, Meta Knight!”

“This is all very interestin’,” Ranamon mused, “You mean you guys were...boyfriend and girlfriend and...he did something to upset you so now you’re getting your revenge?”

Meth gazed at Meta Knight rather sadly. Meta Knight went blood red and looked the other way.

“I really liked you,” Meth said, “Was it because of Tabuu? He doesn’t mean to be the way he is; he just has...problems.”

“No it wasn’t,” Meta Knight managed to say, “I don’t know why I attacked you, OK? Maybe your power to copy other people’s forms gave me the heebie-jeebies, but I’m really sorry!”

Meth reached for her right shoulder and the trio noticed a large red gash that stretched from the bottom of her neck right down to her forearm. Her hand barely covered it.

“I loved you,” Meth growled, “And I still do. Anyway,” her eyes rolled over to Ranamon, “This wound wasn’t done by you. IT WAS DONE BY THAT BLASTED WATER WARRIOR!”

Meth lunged at Ranamon, shark teeth bared. Ranamon dodged the lunge, grabbed Agunimon’s hand, grabbed Meta Knight’s hand and began running as fast as she could in the opposite direction. Meta Knight kept looking back at Meth, stood there watching them go. Her fists were clenched.

“Jethro...”

“WHAT?”

“Slow down...”

“NO!”

“Why?”

“BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TOO!”

Dai and Jethro had also wound up in the Virtual World. The part of it they’d ended up in was a neatly cut field divided into two halves by a brown path. The sun overhead was bright and cheery and the sky a pale blue. In the distance the field and path seemed to stretch out for infinity. They’d been walking for what seemed like a day but the time on Dai’s watch was the same as when they’d been blasted by the Halberd. Dai complained it wasn’t working anymore, which, it seemed, it wasn’t.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...BBBBBBBOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!

“Whoa, what the flip is THAT?” Jethro screamed over the thunderous roar that had suddenly filled the air.

Dai and Jethro looked up in time to see the Battleship Halberd ploughing through the air. It was so low they could almost touch it.

“IT’S MASSIVE!” Dai exclaimed.

A hatch opened on the bottom of the Halberd but – rather than gushing out poisonous black goo – a pair of mechanical servo arms whirred through the hatch and snagged the two boys by the backs of their shirts! Dai grasped the servo arm holding him and attempted to break it, but it was made of a metal that just wouldn’t snap. Jethro grabbed his D-Tector and took a closer look at it.

“Now,” he mused thoughtfully, “Which button turns me into an alien?”

“Maybe it’s like on Ben 10,” Dai suggested as he grappled with the servo arms, “You know, with the Omnitrix...”

Jethro tapped a random button and a stream of silver energy coiled around his hand. Jethro sliced his hand across the screen of the D-Tector and roared,

“EXECUTE NOW! SPIRIT EVOLUTION!”

Jethro’s skin turned to metal and two round mirrors attached themselves to his arms. His face turned to glass and his head became more pointed. “MERCURYMON!”

Mercurymon – Jethro – hardly looked like the human he had once been. His flesh was made from dark green metal and a glass mirror had replaced his face and stomach. He had two circular mirrors attached to his arms and a mouth that could have been drawn onto him by a three-year-old.

Mercurymon grabbed the servo arm that held him in each hand and tore it apart like it were made of paper. He leapt over to Dai and ripped his friend away from the servo arms. The pair landed on the grass below and turned to face the Halberd. Meta Knight’s ex-battleship wasn’t going to give up too easily. More servo arms whirred down from the hatch, their claws snapping in the attempt to grasp the two boys. Dai jabbed at his D-Tector with one of his sausage fingers. A silver stream of data appeared around his hand. Dai copied Jethro and slashed the data stream across the D-Tector’s screen.

“EXECUTE NOW!” he roared as pale green energy shot from the D-Tector, “URGH, BEAST SPIRIT EVOLUTION!”

Dai began to scream in anguish as grass grew over his skin and wooden spikes grew out of his back. His hair turned to leaves and his nose and mouth merged to form a snout. “PETALDRAMON!”

Petaldramon – Dai in Beast Form – was an oversized, muscular alligator with grass for skin and a flower for a head. He had curled wooden spikes rising out of his grassy back and hollow black eyes. He had a mane of dead leaves going around his flower head.

“Dai?” Mercurymon gasped, observing his friend’s new form in disbelief, “There is NO WAY you get a form as cool as that one!”

Petaldramon wasn’t listening to Mercurymon. To be honest he couldn’t even hear him. There was a strange buzzing noise going through his head, like the buzzing of a wasp only scratchier. It annoyed him and made him VERY angry. Dai...who was he? Petaldramon didn’t know. His memories were blank. All he could remember was the buzzing, the very annoying and IRRITATING buzzing that ticked him off tremendously...

WHAM!

Mercurymon squealed and ran for safety as the humongous grass lizard Petaldramon was grasped and thrown back by several large servo arms. Petaldramon felt nothing more than a sharp jolt, but it interrupted his calm thoughts and that annoyed him.

“VINE TORTURE!” Petaldramon roared as he brought his stubby front legs crashing down on the ground beneath him.

A series of ultra-sharp brown vines shot up from the earth and slashed at the servo arms, fighting them off and cutting them to ribbons. Petaldramon shattered several more servo arms in his mighty jaws. The Halberd began to move off, knowing it was beaten. Petaldramon watched it go before turning to Mercurymon.

“Uh, hey!” Mercurymon gulped as Petaldramon’s hollow eyes narrowed, “That is a pretty decent form you have got, Dai old buddy!”

Seriously, who was this Dai person? Petaldramon didn’t like the sound of him. Every time that name was mentioned the buzzing started up again. Petaldramon grit his wooden teeth at Mercurymon and stomped his feet as if he was going to charge. “HANG ON!” Mercurymon protested crossly, “WE ARE FRIENDS, ARE WE NOT?”

Petaldramon snorted and roared deeply. Mercurymon shuddered. The dead leaves around Petaldramon’s head detached and whipped towards Mercurymon at the speed of light. Mercurymon crossed a mirror over his body and absorbed the razor sharp leaves! Petaldramon howled in frustration as Mercurymon aimed the mirror at his face and called out, “DARK REFLECTION!”

Sharper, black leaves spun out of the glass and slashed across Petaldramon, cutting his grass skin to ribbons! Mercurymon scowled as more grass simply grew over the wounds he had caused. New leaves replaced the old ones around Petaldramon’s head. The grassy beast didn’t look too happy. “Sorry man,” Mercurymon apologised as Petaldramon’s eyes narrowed down to slits. “It is just...err...”

“LIGHTNING JOUST!”

Petaldramon screamed in pain as a bolt of lightning appeared out of nowhere and raked across his body. This time his wounds did not heal. Petaldramon let out a feeble groan and toppled like a tower. Light surrounded him and the groaning figure of Dai took his place. Mercurymon became Jethro once more and ran to help his friend.

“Who did that?” Jethro demanded angrily as he helped Dai to his feet. “Show yourself!”

The broad-shouldered figure of Gallantmon emerged from behind a nearby tree.

“I did that!” he said coolly.

Jethro grimaced. Dai clapped a beefy hand over his forehead and let out a long, defeated groan. “If you don’t learn to control your powers you’ll die very soon.” Gallantmon growled as he turned his back on them. “Pathetic, really. You can tell you guys are only beginning to understand the powers of Steel and Wood.”

“Oh yeah? Jethro shot back crossly, “Well you are only beginning to...uh...I do not know...”

Dai was going to shout something too but Jethro stopped him. A terrible fizzing noise had filled the air and was getting louder. Gallantmon had noticed it too. He tensed and raised his lance in the direction the fizzing was coming from. A motorbike loomed up in the distance and bolted towards them, a sinister figure riding on the back. The fizzing noise grew so loud Jethro and Dai had to cover their ears as the motorbike pulled up alongside them. The motorbike’s rider parked the motorbike and at once the unbearable fizzing shot-circuited. The figure clambered off the bike and aimed a pistol at Gallantmon’s head.

The exalted knight narrowed his eyes.

“Beelzemon!” he growled.