Covered in Darkness
Chapter 2: Confinement
by Quatre's Girl
edited by Aria
It's part two! Yay! ^_^ Enjoy!
I gradually awoke to something cold and wet dripping onto my hand. I
drowsily opened my eyes and saw water droplets falling on it. Pulling
my hand out of the water, I put it to my temple, which I began
massaging. A soft groan escaped my throat as I tried to numb the
dull, throbbing pain in my head that had begun when I had awakened.
As I tried to reduce the pain in my skull, I thought. What had
happened to me? Where was I? My mind was clouded and my thoughts
jumbled. I remembered I had been in some sort of vehicle, a van
maybe. And someone had been yelling my name. There was a feeling of
darkness, emptiness engulfing me, covering me. I had been controlled,
driven to enter that van. Then I recalled pain, a searing, burning
ache in my head, and I had screamed until my lungs felt weak. Then
something heavy had hit me and...
Suddenly, with a sickening feeling, I realized where I was. Ignoring
the aching pain in my head, I quickly sat up and looked around,
confirming my suspicions. I was imprisoned somewhere, most likely in
the Digital World, hidden away by Archnemon and Mummymon.
I felt like crying as I lay back down. No one knew where I was and my
parents were most likely worried sick about me. I wasn't sure what
the Chosen Children were thinking about me, after I had let myself be
taken like that. I prayed they knew that something had been
controlling me. That brought me to what was to happen to me. I hoped
with all my heart my captors weren't going to do what I thought they
would... I shuddered involuntarily as I wondered what tortures I was
to be put through if they wanted me to give in to evil again.
"Ken, stop it!" I nearly shouted at myself. "You're making yourself
more afraid than you need to be. Maybe... maybe they're just using
you as a hostage, to lure in the Chosen Children. And, once you
rejoin them after they've rescued you, you can all jogress and defeat
Archnemon and Mummymon. And then you can go home and be with your
friends, and you'll be happy and safe again."
I knew in the back of my mind that I was only deluding myself,
rationalizing the situation to make it seem better than it was.
But... but I wanted to believe myself. I didn't think I was ready to
face the horrors I just knew I would be put through. And I was trying
to hold on to something. Hope. If I could pretend that everything
would turn out perfectly fine, I could keep hold on the hope that it
might actually do just that. If I had hope, I could use that to my
advantage. If I knew there was something joyous to look for, people
who cared enough about me to rescue me, then I wouldn't give in. I
would have a weapon I could use, so long as I held onto it.
But would it be enough for me? Would I really be able to resist for
however long it would take before the others came to rescue me? Did I
have that strong a will? My mind swam with questions. I lay there,
wondering if I had the strength to defy evil, for a long time. My
body soon answered my questions for me by drifting off to sleep.
When I awoke again sometime later, my headache had all but
disappeared. I sat up and stretched; my muscles were stiff. Curious,
and because I had nothing better to do than wait until the others
came, I decided to look around at my lodgings.
Calling it a room was a bit of an overstatement; it did, in fact,
seem very much like a prison cell. It was very dim, and the lack of
windows made it impossible to tell if it was day or night, as well as
how long I had been there. I couldn't make out much in the low light
of the cell. I was sitting on an old mattress, which lay on one side
of the stone floor. In one corner of the room was a stool, plain and
simple. I briefly wondered what its purpose was.
On the windowless walls hung chains and shackles, rusted to an iron
brown. As I gazed at them, I got the most frightening picture in my
mind of myself, chained and beaten, with no one there to help me... I
shook my head to clear it of such thoughts.
The cell was small; the walls were each only slightly longer than the
mattress. Water periodically dripped down from the ceiling, making
small puddles on the floor. It also ran down the walls, helping to
rust the chains and giving the entire cell a dank and damp
appearance. There was a huge door in the center of one wall, made of
heavy, black wood that was, in all likelihood, bolted shut. The
entire cell felt cold, wet, and black. It was almost as if they were
already trying to control me... I once again had to clear my
thoughts. My mind kept linking everything back to the evil feelings
After taking in what the cell had to show me, and determining that
the only way out was through the door, I waited. Waiting had always
been a hard thing for me to do. Feelings of anxiety and nervousness
would always grow inside of me until they reached an unbearable peak.
This time it was even worse. I had never before had to wait to find
out what was going to happen to me. Never had to wait to discover if
I was to live or die, be tortured or simply used as bait. I was
getting more frightened by the second. When was I going to know what
was to become of me? I could only pace around the cell in my
impatience and anxiety; there was nothing else I could do.
As I slowly walked around the cell, trying to fill the time with
something until I found out my fate, I heard the strangled cry of a
Digimon in pain from somewhere outside. Old feelings resurfaced as I
slowly sank to the floor. A sensation of coldness passed over my body
and I hugged my knees to keep warm. How many times had I heard that
same scream? How many times had I caused a Digimon to cry out in pain
like that? I hated myself for what I had been, for all the suffering
I had caused.
But under the hate for myself were thoughts of Wormmon. I realized
how incredibly worried I was over my little Digimon. I had never
shown any emotion towards him while I was evil except, of course,
contempt. But he had stood by me the whole time, and still loved me
through it. And now I tried to repay him for the kindness he had
shown to me. Now that I was away from him, I was full of questions
about him. How was he doing, in my absence? How was he handling my
lapse of control over the evil that lay inside of me? How was he
dealing with my being captured? With every new question I came up
with, I grew more and more worried about him. I soon lost track of
time and didn't notice anything else until I heard the door open.
"I see you're awake, Ken." I spun around to see who it was. Light
streamed in from the open door and Archnemon's form was silhouetted
in the doorway. I narrowed my eyes at her as I stood.
"What do you want?" I asked, trying to sound slightly annoyed and
angry, while inside I was absolutely terrified. Terrified of what she
was going to say next, praying it wasn't what I thought.
Archnemon grinned wickedly and stepped forward. She grasped my
shoulders and leaned in close to my face. Her nails dug into my skin.
She felt me tremble in fear under her grip, which made her smile
"What I want," she spoke softly, yet sadistically, "is to hurt you.
And keep on hurting you until there's no room left for anything else
but pain. Pain... and darkness."