11-04-2009, 01:41 AM
(This post was last modified: 11-04-2009, 01:43 AM by Crimson Fox.)
Zorromon sighed a little before telling Kyo, "I don't do it out of pleasure..." He turned his head, still trying to avoid the real questions.
Crimson nuzzled Lurea's cheek softly before he stepped forward, asking the fox digimon, "So you're in debt to your boss then?"
"In a way..." Zorromon was starting to get frustrated, knowing he was going to have to let it all out soon.
"Humph, so it was all for money." Ada glared at the swordsman from behind the bars, hissing slightly.
"Not money..." Taking a big sigh, he finally came clean to the group, telling them, "Fine, fine, I might as well tell you everything." Resting back against the wall of his cell, he started to reminiscence. "It was six months ago now. I came from the tribe of canine digimon living in the western mountain range. My only family, my sister, Monica...she fell ill."
He then thought deeper, feeling a bit of shame as he remembered his desperation. "Our shaman couldn't do anything for her, but then a white haired man descended onto our land with a single white wing. Everyone assumed he was some sort of Angemon. When he touched her forehead, she started springing back to life...but it didn't last. Whatever condition she had persisted."
The fox digimon then felt greater shame as he continued. "He told me he could fully cure her condition, but she would have to return with him......he also wanted me to join him, said I would be helping him with just a few small tasks."
"I suppose you all can guess the kind of things I've been doing. I never killed anybody, but I've done things I'd rather forget." Punching the wall in frustration, he sighed before coming to a conclusion. "I should have stopped, but I was desperate. He still has her inside of his base. That man or rather devil, Steven...he's the one you guys are after." Zorromon went silent, hanging his head low, feeling an odd mix of shame and relief once he told his story.
Crimson nuzzled Lurea's cheek softly before he stepped forward, asking the fox digimon, "So you're in debt to your boss then?"
"In a way..." Zorromon was starting to get frustrated, knowing he was going to have to let it all out soon.
"Humph, so it was all for money." Ada glared at the swordsman from behind the bars, hissing slightly.
"Not money..." Taking a big sigh, he finally came clean to the group, telling them, "Fine, fine, I might as well tell you everything." Resting back against the wall of his cell, he started to reminiscence. "It was six months ago now. I came from the tribe of canine digimon living in the western mountain range. My only family, my sister, Monica...she fell ill."
He then thought deeper, feeling a bit of shame as he remembered his desperation. "Our shaman couldn't do anything for her, but then a white haired man descended onto our land with a single white wing. Everyone assumed he was some sort of Angemon. When he touched her forehead, she started springing back to life...but it didn't last. Whatever condition she had persisted."
The fox digimon then felt greater shame as he continued. "He told me he could fully cure her condition, but she would have to return with him......he also wanted me to join him, said I would be helping him with just a few small tasks."
"I suppose you all can guess the kind of things I've been doing. I never killed anybody, but I've done things I'd rather forget." Punching the wall in frustration, he sighed before coming to a conclusion. "I should have stopped, but I was desperate. He still has her inside of his base. That man or rather devil, Steven...he's the one you guys are after." Zorromon went silent, hanging his head low, feeling an odd mix of shame and relief once he told his story.
