Where am I? Why is it so dark? I can't see anything. Ah, why does my hand hurt? Am I dead? If I am, how did I die? Damn, I'm not ready to die. All my friends back home, they are waiting for me to come back. And, my mom, she'd be a wreck without me. I haven't had a chance o do anything with my music yet. And…and…I made a promise; I made a promise to her. I promised her that I would never abandon her, I would always be there for her; I refuse to break that promise. Damn it, I…will…not…die…HERE!
In the darkness a bright light formed in an intricate design, it became brighter and brighter, eventually dispelling the darkness revealing a young man lying face up on the ground, a few seconds later he was standing at his full height of six feet two inches inspecting himself for injuries. He wore a mostly black ensemble: black shoes with two white strips running diagonally from the inside to the outside on both feet, black shin length Nike socks, and charcoal sanded jeans. His white tee shirt with two black eighth notes in the center fit him snuggly and his black sports coat with a large white treble clef on the back and a small gold one on the left lapel laid on top. His black suede fedora with a white strip wrapped around covered most of the top of his head but allowed some of his dark brown hair out of the back. All of this over his caramel skin.
"Damn, I don't look half bad" he chuckled.
He pulled a chain out from beneath his shirt, attached to it was a silver dog tag; smiled at it before returning it to its hiding place and took off at a run.
"I'm on my way V. I promised I wouldn't leave you, and I intend to keep that promise," he muttered to himself. He grabbed the door to his cell and turned to his right to run down the hallway.
In a dark room, a young woman is on a wall, trussed up, spread-eagle, chains around her arms and legs, looking utterly defeated. Her thick layers of long blonde hair, matted down with her own sweat, blood and dirt, drapes around her face down to her stomach, obscuring it from view as it hangs at her chest. Her once baby blue tee shirt is now a much darker tinge due to the reasons as her hair and torn to reveal her midriff with two scars running diagonally to form an "x" over her taught stomach, and is now a much darker tinge due to the reasons as her hair. Her labored breaths stretch her shirt causing the tears to become bigger as well as create new ones. Her tight fitting white jeans now looked more like a light grey, and had holes in them from wear and tear.
A thin slit in the wall allows a small amount of the nighttime light to hit her head, preventing her from being able to sleep. She instead moaned, murmured, and cried to herself under the moonlight, that he was coming for her.
"He said…he…said he wouldn't…leave…me. He said…h would…be…th…there… for meeeeeeeee. I am…not…alone…he is coming…for me….DAMN IT! WOULD YOU GET HERE ALREADY T.J.!
"Damn this mountain is big. I wish you'd digivolve and fly us up there."
"No can do without a digivice or my partner, Renamon and you know that."
"Yeah, but it doesn't stop me from wishing."
"Hey couldn't you just phase us up there?
"No Stephanie, too high, plus we would have no idea what's up there. Cat's may always land on their feet, but I'd prefer not getting kicked off the mountain once we get there."
"But we need to be there already, we have no idea what could be happening to those two, nor how long until he activates his plans."
"Fine, but hang on to your furry black tail. " Renamon picks up the Black Gatomon and yells, "Hold on Veronica and T.J. we're coming." She stops for a moment, crouching down to build power in her legs and then make a huge leap, in mid leap she and her passenger disappear into a slight blue flash of light.
Vibes here, to those of you who have read my other story I apologize for the wait; I started over with a new story. My old one got out of hand and I had t o scrap it. However, I am going to keep that scene in this story. Reviews are greatly appreciated.