Ahh…finally started on this.
For those who don't know, I was the author of a fanfic called Armagemon, which was ridiculously taken off for no apparent reason. Although Armagemon WILL be re-posted later on….I figured to get the series started at least. There will be a few things that you reviewers might not get, but I figured that just added mystique to everything. Anyhow, I figured I'd do it the "series" way and make Episodes and Chapters. As said, this'll be a series, so expect a sequel!
Hmmm…don't know really what else to add….oh well…
Anyway. Hope you enjoy so far what I have. No flames by the way. This is still a working progress. The first part draws out near the end of a fic after the series, the rest, this story. Enjoy.
It's never easy it…
Far down a dark rock formation, like those of bat caves and the near blind sight within mountain ice crevices, on one of the solid grounds that desperately clung to the wall, was something other than the rock.
I've fought so much…for everyone…and them…for me…Sitting slump, was a young man. About his near 12's perhaps. His face was down, shadowed by his short, dark brown banged hair. His chest was plated with a light gray over-shirt with a zipper down it's middle, collar folded downward. His shirt had designs of black, slightly green boarded symbols of foreign origin. His shoulders were down without any strength to hold them up. Several crosshatched wounds were over all of his body. His right hand clenched the handle of a long sword with a neon green blade. It's handle was made of some type of a gold and silver mixture. His pants were black and rustling with the silent breeze. His white shoes with silver straps and black grooved undersides stayed stretched out without any indication of movement.
"I guess it's all over" he thought.
"We failed…we all failed…". "The Digital World is over…darkness…will overcome them all…everyone…will die…". "I guess…we just…delayed the inevitable…that both worlds are doomed…all of them…".
He lifted his head, looking up at the only source of light appearing from the crevice so far above. It shinned on his face, showing his featured eyes. Light blue and green, each looking up with forming tears, that never fell, forming at the end tip.
"Vee…Terrence…Hack…VJ…Randall…Tento…Doru…Luce…guys…I'm so sorry…we all failed…but it's not your fault…it's mine…I failed everyone…everyone…I'm sorry…". He blinked once, his mouth shaking with a breath that didn't rise his chest.
"We're done for…Why fight…I can't win…all those…who fought in vein…all those who we…were trying…trying to protect…it's all over for us…I'm sorry…".
He closed his eyes, another shaking breath. "At least…I won't feel…too much pain…but I…think I deserve it…I'd rather die like this…than never having fought in the first place…".
He tipped his head slightly to his left hand. Grasping in it were a pair of strange looking goggles. Circle shaped blue-like glasses with silver rims with a black strap that goes over the head. "Hack…I'm sorry…I tried…to save ARM…and the others…I guess…I wasn't meant to…be the hero for this one…I guess it's time to rest in peace…goodbye guys…At least…we gave them a fight…someone…who had tried…to stand against them…but I guess it's all over…it's…all……".
His head fell, a last breath escaping…the wind finally gave a sound, brushing his cloths and hair without any movement of his body.
It all started with an Anti-Virus named ARM. ARM was designed to be the ultimate Anti-Virus, capable of individual intelligence. In simple words, ARM wasn't just a creation. It was a living being. When an unknown virus infected him, the Real World, the Human World, went into chaos. It wasn't till Hack, the leader of an anti-virus protection group know as "The Virals", and ARM's creator, disappeared during ARM's destruction by a program simply known as "Vaccine", that our adventure began…
It felt like such a long time ago…but….thanks to the time scale…it wasn't that long at all really….
When we finally….entered…the Digital World….
DIGIMON
REBIRTH OF ARMAGEMON
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Episode 1 The Scorned Leader(NS)
Chapter 1 Suppressed Memories(click)
The weak locks of the laptop clicked to secure it's screen and keyboard together with simple ease. A sigh came from it's owner, his hands laying still to the sides of it's black, hard cover. The owner turned his head to window that shinned unconcerned light through the blinds. He walked over to it, his left limb extending a finger to pull down one of the smaller blinds. Light hit his eyes, causing him to tilt his head a second, eyes squinted. He took a moment before looking back out.
"Ever since…I haven't been able to see right…" he thought. Outside, the sun was at it's peak on a blue skied day. The clouds were many, but not enough to propose rain. The city's many skyscrapers flashed the sky and the many buildings they towered over to reflect on their clear windows. The streets were aligned with several cars of all shapes and colors, as were the people walking down the sides.
"It feels like it happened yesterday…". He turned back to the laptop sitting on his unmade bed, his banged, brown hair flailing to his left side. His blue and green eyes looking at the machine with little indication of thought. His mouth stayed a straight line, his face equal with it's complexion of soulnessness. His eyes had shadows and slight bags under them, indicating lost sleep.
Sean stayed where he was, looking over his connection to the world of vast information and wonder. He just watched for a moment, going through his future actions again. Now remembering, he started for it, then, past it. His right hand grasped the leather strap of the case, pulling it over his shoulder, the laptop setting to the side of his waste as he started for the door of his room.
His hand touched the gold knob, but he didn't sense it, even as he turned it and started into the hall, closing the door behind him with his right hand. He stayed outside his door, his right hand falling still on the knob.
"I'm…not the same anymore…It's like I…can't feel anything…ever since that day that Hack disappeared…". His hand fell, brushing his laptop. Sean tilted his head to look down, past his gray overcoat and his blue polyester pants. "I know your in there somewhere…and…somehow…ehh…". He turned his head away, looking at the window after the stairs that led down. He took a moment, holding up a hand to block the light from his eyes, then starting down the hall.
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"It's like everyone around me doesn't exist…but I know they're there…". Sean dragged himself down the streets of New York. People passed by, with or against his own trail to his destination. He kept his eyes on the sidewalk, only on the people's shoes, but more so, their shadows. "It's like…I can't tell what's…what's real anymore…".
Sean stopped, noticing and unfamiliar shadow cast on the street ground. He looked up, seeing a building half normal. The other half was made of scaffold, several men raising supplies for the reconstruction. A few buildings around the street had several similarities, as well as the tarred road, which had a few recognizable filled-pot-holes.
Sean didn't care for the street name. He knew what had caused it all, looking over the reconstruction from the light pole. This was where it took place. Not all of it. Just a moment…
Just…
A…
Sean held his head.
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"ARM! Stop this now!".
"AHHHHH!".
"Hack! Don't get too close!".
"ARM!".
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(tsshh)
He broke away from the flashback his mind had created, looking down with a hand to his forehead. He had been running along the sidewalk with Hack, following the one who had, under influence, created the healing destruction that now laid before him. He shook his head, tearing the thoughts away and heading down the street again. Terrance would be opening shop right about now….