• A Halloween Nightmare
    02’s Rampage
    & Wizardmon’s Wish

    By Jacob Solar
    (NOTE: I am not good with dialog that doesn’t refer to witty banter, nor am I the best writer.)
    The night was young, the sun had set, and the moon rose high into the night with a copper glow.
    Salem was bursting with activity, and why not? It was Halloween, after all. Now, you might not guess, but Salem was THE place to be on
    October 31. Namely because of the events of the past. I am, of course, referring to the witch trials,
    Which are reenacted that time of year.
    Our story begins during the witch trials, when the terrified towns folk caught their first REAL witch,
    or more appropriately, their first WARLOCK.
    (A male witch) He was also the last witch found.
    He was known as Arturo Fernandez, a supposed minister from Spain. He was a handsome man, with broad shoulders and chiseled facial features.
    And yet, he only had a single eye, whose gaze was cold and cruel. From the time he first arrived, a woman would occasionally vanish without any trace, except for signs of a brutal fight, then days later, in the middle of the forest, they would find her, nude, screaming in Hellish tones, and contorting her ravaged body into humanly impossible forms. The townsfolk were panicking.
    What horrifying demon could cause such acts of evil? It kept getting worse. Children were dying in their sleep, the cattle were dropping like flies, and the crops grew rotten seconds after bearing fruit.
    No one was safe.
    I have heard the term, “talk is silver, and silence is gold,” but it was silence, ironically, that sealed Arturo’s’ fate. Everyone in the town was frantic and terrified, everyone that is, but Arturo.
    This caused suspicion among the townsfolk.
    He was put on trial he denied nothing.
    He was to be hung, but he broke free from his captors and vowed to return in at a time when the moon glowed red, when darkness was strong, and when avarice and envy was at its strongest, at this
    He doused himself in oil, and burned himself to death. This is how the story goes. Most are aware that the ‘red moon’ bit was referring to a lunar eclipse. As for the rest…
    Present Day;
    Modern day Salem was a sight to behold.
    Jack o’ Lanterns by the hundreds, some of the best costumes to be found, and decorations galore!
    Our story takes place (mostly) at a Mansion.
    (Go figure)
    The family that lived there, the Morganton’s, were a wealthy, yet kind & generous family.
    Especially well liked was their 17-year-old son, Justin Sean Morganton. True he was a bit of a dork at times, but there was no one nicer to be found in the world.
    He had blond hair that reached his shoulders, and emerald eyes. He was 5.4 ft tall, kind of lanky and was built like a cartoon character. He loved anime, manga, and video games. (Duh)
    He was also very imaginative, and good with his hands. Sewing, video games, carpentry, he could do it all. His mind worked faster then anyone could ever imagine, anyone but himself that is. He had made a working Warp star, a replica of Samus’s Varia suit stuff like that.
    This year, he decided to dress up as one of his favorite anime characters,
    And in case you’re wondering, it was a spectacular costume, Justin tended to go the whole hog with these kinds of things. Now, the Morganton’s had a huge Halloween party every year. As long as you were sober, had no criminal record, and were fine with drug tests, anyone could come. Justin had made the most incredible decoration of all, a 25 ft model of 02, the final boss of Kirby 64.
    I know what you’re thinking, but 02 is in no way cutesy wutesy. A white sphere with a blood red eyeball in the center, a cactus like tail (Among other theories), and a halo. Each its 6 wings were shaped something like a diamond with 2 red diamonds at the tips. And to top this off, it cries blood, for it can only feel negative emotion.
    Anger, sadness, heartbreak, envy, a miserable being, the leader of the Dark Matters, all it ever wanted, was a friend. But that’s not important!
    Now, Justin was single, but he had his eyes on someone. 16-year-old Isabella Gates, her friends knew her either as Izzy, or as Bella. Justin refused to call her by either, for they did her little justice.
    She had long hair the color of chocolate, and azure eyes. She was fleet of foot and fair of face, and she was also very sweet. Her costume was a genie,
    She wore those puffy pants that genies were commonly shown wearing, those shoes that curl upward, an array of sashes, a veil, and a bikini-like top that exposed her flat stomach. As she walked into the ballroom, a fast paced song was playing. The room was magnificent, the marble pillars seemed to glow, the floor was of the finest hard wood, and hanging from the ceiling was a beautiful chandelier. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” said someone behind her. Isabella spun around. “Justin?! Wow! Great costume!” Justin was dressed in the perfect Wizardmon costume. From the
    Sun-staff in his hand, to the symbols on his cape, from the many zippers required, to the makeup.
    The outfit itself was made of a yellowish pant material, so it would last a while. “Thanks. I worked my a** off making it along with 02.” As that exchange was going on, a lone figure was scaling the mansion,
    His face illuminated by the moons scarlet glow.
    He is ridiculously important, but his appearance is so brief, that he is not given a name. (Enough said)
    Anyway, he was a burglar, while the ground floor was a frenzy of activity, NO ONE was allowed upstairs for the obvious reasons. Thus while the unsuspecting Morganton’s were partying, he would swipe everything he could carry out. He stepped on the roof and nearly screamed, on the roof was the model of 02. The thief sighed. “Damn nerves. Come on, you’ll be in the Bahamas soon.” And as the red moon shone, and as his thoughts of greed overtook him, the sinister powers of the darkness rode through the wind, Halloween, the anniversary of the first witches Sabbath (In Salem that is.), the darkest night, when the monsters are real. The night skies scarlet shine was engulfed in pure blackness (if that’s even a word…), the models wings moved, its eye twitched, and a single thought rang through its mind. “I live again.” Its paper skin and wooden frame turned into flesh, bone, and blood.
    02, Angel of the Darkest Star, it looked upon the thief, his first victim.

    This event happed during the 1 second that occurs when the previous song ends, and as the next song loads. Thus, the burglars dieing scream was heard
    throughout the mansion. Now as you can imagine, the guests response was, for the most part, to rush out side to see what happened, or otherwise, to panic. What they saw was an absolute monstrosity, an entity whose body, white as freshly fallen snow, was in direct contrast with the dark skies.
    Silence… a single cheer was heard, aware, like everyone else, that Justin had made this.
    02 turned and stared at him, blood started to drip from his eye, a beam of white light fired from 02s eye, striking the one foolish enough to draw his attention. The man fell to the ground, screaming and convulsing, his flesh began to dissolve, starting with his stomach, then it spread, and he was still alive during so, until he was but a pile of bones.
    There was obviously mass mayhem after that scene,
    02 flew off, the warlock’s spirit dictating its every move, he had returned, returned to a time when witches were passed off as myth.
    Time to show them how wrong they are.

    Salem was in panic; it was like a scene out of “war of the worlds”. Hundreds dead and more to come,
    Tanks and helicopters hopelessly trying to blast him down, and they themselves being destroyed by the previously mentioned beam, spinning blades of energy, exploding starbursts, (not the candy)
    ect. Justin watched this scene unfold from the balcony. ‘What have I done?’ he kept telling himself, over and over again. He had no idea what happened, yet blamed himself for making the damn thing. Footsteps behind him, he turned around, “Isabella…” Justin muttered miserably. He had already decided what he needed to do, but she could really make it harder for him to do so.
    “Justin…” She was cut off as he embraced her.
    He broke away, “Goodbye…” he whispered, with a fire in his heart, and eyes flashing with determination, he leapt off the 3-story balcony.
    Isabella screamed in horror… and passed out after what came next.
    I want you to picture this either epic or bizarre scene, Wizardmon, on a warp star, going after 02.
    Few could see the figure riding the single shooting star flying through the night, and yet,
    He heard every wish and every prayer given to the star. He felt stronger (and not for some cheesy overly romantic reason, the ones that were wishing were cheering for him, praying for his safe return.)
    He was now facing 02 directly, he fought off a shiver, this thing was CREEPY! But his quick thinking gave him hope. He could sense darker powers at work, for he loved books on the occult, (supernatural) he knew of the legends of Halloween night, and he had made an interesting conclusion.
    If this power mad 02 real, maybe…
    02 didn’t let him finish his thought, the demonic ray fired at Wizardmon, (as he will be called for the duration of the fight.) He dodged with a sideways loop, He focused, concentrated, he raised his staff and cried, “Thunder Blast!” Thousands of watts of pure lightning flew from his staff. 02 dodged just as fast as he did. It worked! Justin was Wizardmon!
    “Now the fun begins!” Wizardmon flew at 02, with a glimmer of hope within his heart. 02 launched a series of exploding starbursts, closely clustered together. Wizardmon flew low to dodge and launched another round of lightning. 02 dodged as he let loose a series of whirling energy blades, as it was, they managed to put a tear in Wizardmon’s cape, as Wizardmons lightning put a hole in 1 of 02s wing segments. Now everyone in Salem was watching the fight, Justin’s parents were absolutely frantic, but only one was silent, now awake from her previous faint. Isabella prayed more than anyone that Justin would be safe. The battle with 02 was becoming more and more desperate. Wizardmon was tiring out, 02 on the other hand was just getting started, he could see into his adversary’s heart and saw all. 02 flew off. Wizardmon raced in its wake, it was heading to his home.
    Isabella was paralyzed with fear. 02 was floating before her. “Isabella!” 02 turned around in triumph.
    It opened its single crimson eye as wide as it could.
    There was a series of flashes, 10 slits opened around the eye and millions of blood droplets flew toward Wizardmon, Wizardmon maneuvered the warp star in every way possible but the drops of blood followed, clustering and separating, and 02 was still free to attack. Wizardmon was trapped, he had to concentrate in order to attack, even worse, because the warp star wasn’t a real one, it required fuel, and it was running out. As if on queue it stopped. The droplets swarmed him, acidic, burning, and cold.
    Wizardmon screamed. 02 launched a beam that struck him in the chest. Wizardmon was sent skyward, so high he could touch the clouds. He began to fall, faster and faster. His staff was shattered He was beginning to dissolve, he was Wizardmon no more, yet he was not afraid, but sad, he caused this, and he couldn’t even make everything right. Everyone watching was silent, save for Isabella’s sobbing. Justin could somehow hear so high up, he also felt an odd sensation…desire?
    It seemed close, no, it was praying. Prayers for his safe return, and for 02s defeat. Justin’s eyes slowly opened and a single thought, a single wish escaped his lips. “I wish I could answer their prayers, that I could defend my friends, and my family… but most of all, I wish to protect Isabella.”
    A surge of incredible power surged through his body, the desire to protect. He began to reform, his staff returned, and he turned his body upright. His fall stopped inches from the ground. He began to rise, and flew off.
    02 heard him coming from the fluttering of his cape,
    again the droplets attacked. Justin swatted them away with a single swipe of his staff. He was Wizardmon once more. The entire town (Still watching!) Roared in applause and cheered loudly, tears, laughter. The fight was renewed, Blasts of lightning and scarlet rays illuminated the night.
    Wizardmon was faster then ever, he was enjoying himself, and he had never imagined that such an incredible sense of freedom was possible!
    Even so, it was high time to end this.
    And he knew just what to do.
    One last trick, Magical game. A copy spell.
    02 was now confused, there were 4 Wizardmons!
    No matter! He unknowingly was in agreement with his foe, Time to finish him! Droplets once again fired from his eye, the 4 were dissolved in a torrent of blood. It felt an agonizing pain on top of it; Wizardmon had stuck a tender point, a bandage from when its previous incarnations (Zero) eye burst from its body.
    02s core, a cactus like tail, erupted from the other side. With a final cry of “Thunder blast!!” the largest bolt of lightning yet struck its weakest point.
    02s dieing scream echoed throughout Salem.
    Bursts of light and flashes of fire illuminated the now-clear dawn sky a white vapor rose from 02 and disappeared. 02 fell to the ground, now nothing but a smoldering heap of paper and wood. Justin’s feet softly touched the ground, he desired to relax, no dice. The entire town swarmed him, cheering loudly, laughing, crying, he couldn’t help but smile.
    But in all honesty, the highlight of the night was when Isabella tackle-hugged him. He held her close & tight, and wishing that this could last forevermore.