March 27th 12:15 pm 2014 Marcus POV
It was raining outside the pitter patter of the rain slapped against his window pain. The dark of the night was great in London. Outside it would have been stark black if it wasn't for the looming glow of the moon. It sparkled ever so brilliantly that night that not even the ebony clouds could block it out.
I stretched lazily. My throat had never felt so parched in all my life. Waking me from my intense slumber. In a groggy attempt, I shuffled off like a mindless zombie to the other side of my bedroom. I retrieved the glass of water downing it with unparalleled speed. I let out a sigh of relief before collapsing into my desk. Nights like this I liked to sit and appreciate them.
It was quite, the rain had drowned out the chirps of insects and birds alike. The steady beating of the fan overhead. The rustling of pages as the steady breeze swished them from side to side. A loud thundering stomp. Wait what? And another. It was so loud, so powerful that the street shook in defiance. Trying not to crumble as it was shaken to the very foundations.
"What the?!"
I heard an eruption outside, running to the window as swiftly as I could. A thick smoke had bursted outwards clogging up my window. I furiously attempted to wipe away the deep soaked condensation that had gathered to no avail. It grew back just as fast and I was left to wondering what the hell was going on.
I could see the outline of something... Something big. It was red and clad in shiny armor. It had something protruding out its back that reminded me of wings. Once my vision cleared I could distinguish, It looked like a samurai from Feudal Japan. It carried this large weapon that looked sort of like spear. I didn't really know, after all I'm not a master in ancient weaponry.
"Hm Butenmon, Ultimate level, God Man Digimon. Attack Dance of the Sun. Alright Agumon stand by for battle!" I heard that voice as clear as day. Somebody was outside. That man with the spear looked dangerous. Who was foolish enough to face him.
"Alright Mr Butenmon. You picked the wrong night to come out and play." That voice again. It sounded like an older gentleman. But the voice sounded so strange. Like it was being muffled and changed.
"Stand aside Tamer. I am on a mission of the utmost importance." That thing. Butenmon. It had a heavy Japanese accent. I was left confused, what the hell was I supposed to be looking at.
"I don't care. I'm here to stop Digimon like you from razing this city."
"You don't understand if I fail if these eggs aren't delivered...~!"
"Shut up! You are abominations, run aways. I've fought many of your kind already! Your masters want us destroyed and enslaved. I know what transpired in Japan. The Devas and their Digimon Sovereign, the D-Reaper. Your kind will not move on to England! You will not take this city too!"
"Fool! I am trying to help you! I am on your side!"
"Silence! Your insolence is only wanting me to end you sooner!"
"I don't want to fight you Tamer. I have sworn myself to my own. And she is waiting for my return. Just let me by."
What was going on. What was all this nonsense about Tamers, Devas, Sovereigns and D-Reapers. Sounded like some cheesy TV cliches.
"There is no way you're walking out of this. Your kind lie and deceive to try and get their way into my city. Only to go rogue and destroy everything in sight." The man barked with such confidence and vigor, I could feel his power, it was inspiring but in a bad way.
"We can wait here. My Tamer Henna will come looking for me. She can explain everything! If you don't let me past you won't be ready for what's coming next!" This 'Digimon' it sounded frantic. It sounded scared. Scared of what. Not of the man before him. But of something else.
"You can spout your lies, your trickery! I won't believe you, Monster!"
"Then I fear you leave me no other choice." This 'Digimon' gripped the spear tight thrusting it forward.
"Are they going to fight?" This was all so lucid to me. So strange. It was so real, yet I knew none of this was true. Just a figment. A dream. My imagination playing tricks.
"Alright Agumon. Digi-modify Matrix Digivolution activate!"
I saw a light shining from inside the fog it was small. But it shone brilliantly slightly blinding me. What was I looking at!? If this was a dream it was a kick ass one! A red laser shot through the fog dispersing it. A man whose age was indistinguishable stood there clad in a full trench coat and mask. His identity hidden. In front of him was a lizard. A yellow lizard. My jaw literally dropped the creature began to glow. Its body growing so rapidly I could barely even register it. It finally stopped growing. Its arms swung down to its sides, breaking the blinding halation.
"SKULLGREYMON!" It screamed shattering the very sky. I was horrified. It was a skeletal monstrosity, so large I had to crane his neck just to see its rigid snow white chin.
"Dance of the Sun!" The other monster shrieked. Its spear began to glow golden it jumped upwards thrusting the lance at the much larger monster. It pierced deep into the other. But it did nothing. The spear had wedged between its ribs and was trapped. The monster known as Skullgreymon grabbed the smaller samurai. Looking down at its catch with evil distorted eyes.
"Today. You've doomed your race."
Skullgreymon snickered baring its teeth at the samurai. It readied its long skinny arms. It flung Butenmon hard into the sky. Till the red clad samurai became one with the night.
"Dark... Shot!" A strange looking projectile began to lift off from inside the monsters spinal cord. It sailed off into the starlight. It disappeared into the sky. But moments later a eery explosion rocked the sky blasting away the clouds from the sheer force. Strange lights dropped from the epicenter of the detonation.
"Shooting Stars?" I noted as they came crashing down all across the sky.
"Quickly Skullgreymon, destroy those eggs! Power activate!" The guy screamed with unbridled rage. This Skullgreymon responded by being surrounded by purple light.
"Darkness cloud!" It moaned, openings its mouth. A small black hue shot outwards towards the sky expanding, blanketing it with dark power. Many of the eggs evaporated upon coming into contact with it. But a few escaped the shadow clouds grasp.
I looked up their were so few of them of them, six that I could see. They fell from the sky. If they really were eggs, like that Butenmon had stated. What were they containing. He heard a crash from his window and he was clocked over the head hard. Crumpling unconscious as the large tear shaped stone rolled under his bed.
March 27th 11:32 pm 2014 Butenmon POV
Stumbling out of the river. The Digimon known as Butenmon was scorched red. Its armor burned at the touch. The river had done its best too cool him. But his body was to hot the water boiled around him. He fell over collapsing into the sand. Struggling to move. Butenmon crash landed somewhere in the south. All he could do was watch. Watch as all his hard work. All that he had sacrificed. Destroyed. The data of the digi-eggs floated downwards where that Skullgreymon was. Absorbing the data of unborn Digimon.
"I'm sorry, Henna. I have failed you. I've failed everything, now this world is doomed."
March 28th 1:30 am 2014 Abigail POV
I stood up from my crouched position on the ground and took a step back to admire my handy work. Of course I smiled appraisingly. I had just finished putting the final touches on my masterpiece and now I had the time to stare proudly at the newly painted work, spray can in hand. Just as I was contemplating adding one final touch the darkness engulfing me was pierced by the light that was beaming from a flashlight, followed by low voices approaching rapidly.
"Shit!" I cursed under her breath. Quickly recapping the spray can with a 'pop' reassuring me that it wouldn't spill in the bag. Last time that happened it took me two weeks and four boxes of factory issued detergent to scrub it clean. Plus the looks on commuters faces when I had a paint line trailing behind as I attempted to board the train was absolutely killer.
I rushed away to the deep black bag which slumped against a brick wall. Snatching it up, slinging it over one shoulder, I firstly broke into a dead sprint. If I could reach the football field by the time the owners of the flashlight and voices caught up to me. But I guess my luck ran short that night! Their footsteps alerted me to their presence, the Neighborhood Watch must have been a few feet behind me.
"Hey you, stop!" They shouted as I turned briefly to see the two older gentlemen make chase.
I turned a blind corner and slammed into a brick wall. Cursing herself turning to see the two men nearing my position. I frantically looked for an escape. Nothing was coming to mind. I ducked behind a large green trash can. When I was face to face. With a large floating thing. It had one eye. It looked gooey to the touch with little blue spikes protruding from its body.
"What are you?" I looked into its one eye. It was such a mysterious and scary thing but given the circumstances. Who cares about all that nonsense.
"Tsu-Tsumemon." It responded. Its voice was so soft and baby like. I couldn't help but melt as it spoke.
"Well aren't you adorable. I suppose you don't have a way out of here?" I laughed turning to take a quick glance down the alley. The two members of the Neighborhood watch were searching for me. It was only a matter of time before they found this hiding place.
"Me... adorable?" The little creature hovered out into the alley its eye glowing deep red. "Glare eyes!" It screamed unrestricted and uncontrolled causing the two guards to cover their ears from the wail. A sea of red sticky foam shot out of its eye binding the two men to a wall.
"Holy... Lets go little guy!" I jumped up grabbing the little creature running out the alley and shooting down the street. I kept running not stopping until I reached the safety of my home.
"Hey Abby how was...~?"
"It was great mom I'm just gonna go sleep now, bye!" Running up the stairs as fast as I could slamming my door shut, locking it twice. I let the small blue spike ball go and it floated to the center of the room.
"What are you?" I asked the small blue creature.
"I am Tsumemon. I'm a Digimon." It responded gently coming to graceful descent on her desk. I was exhausted, I crawled against the floor face pressed against the carpeting.
"A Digimon. Digimon are... just some TV show from Japan right?" I stared into its one eye.
"If thats what we are. Then why am I standing here now." Its level of sass made me giggle.
"You don't have legs." I stifled a laugh with my hand. Tsumemon's eye twitched in frustration.
"You like being mean don't you?!" Tsumemon spun around avoiding my gaze.
"Aw I'm sorry. I didn't know you were such a sweetheart. My names Abigail." I pinched one of its spikes, making it jerk and fly around the room. It finally came to a stop on the bed. Its weary little eye beginning to close.
"If you don't have anywhere to stay. You can live here if you want. I always wanted a pet." I tilted my head to the side enjoying its cute weary state.
"I'm not a pet." It huffed nestling itself deeper into the pillows.
"Alright. Alright Mr Sensitive." I took out my phone from my jeans pocket. I opened the camera function. The lens slowly adjusted to fit the strange creature in its entirety. My finger hovered over the button. Until I finally pressed it lightly. Unexpectedly. The phone sparked making me drop it and hop back as it burst into flames right in front of my eyes.
"Oh god! No! Not my phone!" I cried out loud as trying to stamp out the flames. When the flames died down. What was left wasn't my phone. And it wasn't a smoldering heap of ash either.
What remained was a different phone? It was purple everywhere except the black touch screen. It had various purple protrusions coming out the sides. One of which looked like a small antenna. I pressed the small button at the bottom. Inside the small circle was a small spiral pattern. When it booted up. It requested a passcode be made. I quickly typed in the usual code 3, 8, 5, 2. Or a square. When it opened up. It looked the same way a generic touch phone did. It had internet searching capabilities. A fully integrated camera, settings, etc. But it had three options below which I had never seen before. I pressed the first one. The app was called Enhance. Once I opened it. It gave me selection of cards. They weren't regular poker cards. They all said different things. Like; Recharge, Power, Speed, Strength, and Targeting. It had an advanced sub category near the top. When I pressed on the recharge card. It projected the Words.
"Digi-modify. Recharge Activate."
"Um okay. Digi-modify. Recharge Activate."
Tsumemon's eyes shot open like a bullet from a gun. A green aura surrounded it charging the tired Digimon.
"Wow! That felt amazing!" He exclaimed flying into Abigail bouncing off her harmlessly.
"So that gave it energy? Interesting. I think I need to do a little research." Abigail internalized she flipped open her computer.
"Where to start?"
March 28th 12:15 pm 2014 Marcus POV
Tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock just kept ticking; tick tick ticking. I never felt alive in school. Fact, I hated school. I understood its importance in my life. For my future. But honestly it sucked. I didn't have very many friends. I guess thats my own fault. I tended to keep to myself. Nobody understood me. I never compromised to fill someone else's expectations of me. I never gave up who I was to become one of the crowd.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock just kept ticking; tock tock tocking. This is what I think about when I'm bored. The teacher must have been ranting on about history. Or was I in Biology? Hell, I didn't even know what class I was in. All I could think about was that night. Digimon. It was a card game. First that. Then this mysterious phone. A lot of strange going on around here.
Tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock just kept ticking; Tick tock ticking. Damn must have had a few minutes left of class. I was dreaming for about 90% of it. On the way to school I searched up Digimon. It seemed like a cool concept, a card game and an anime. But I'd never heard of it before. So how could I dream about something I'd never seen? The answer was playing back in my head on repeat.
It was real!
"Mr Hale could you please tell me why the Tsar Nicholas the Second of Russia survived the 1905 revolution?" The teacher Ms McPhee a woman of previous Irish origins spoke up. Hinting towards me.
"P-pardon?" I choked initially making others around me chuckle silently. My cheeks flushed red as they did.
"I'll see you after class Mr Hale. Now can anyone else answer the question?" Of course. She spotted me day dreaming again. So now she was going to lecture me. Possibly keep me in all of break again. Didn't matter I'd just fall into my thoughts again.
"Nicholas the Second survived partially because of the involvement of the military." 'He' spoke up.
Spencer Wong. The class try hard. Always trying to one up everyone else. I didn't mind the guy. After all I've seen all the good qualities about him. He taught kids martial arts on mondays for free and helped younger students with their studies. He also helped his mother take care of his two younger sisters and baby brother. He had short cropped black hair, which was his most distinguishable feature. Despite being of Asian heritage. He has remarkable eyes they were green and slightly wider than the rest of his family. No racism intended. He was often remarked as quite 'dreamy' by the girls in our class. But he lacked appeal. As he like me, tended to stay away from other people. I guess thats why he's my best friend! I often laughed at that thought. The two loners becoming friends. How very cliché we are!
"Something funny, Mr Hale?" Ms McPhee voice raised slightly making me shudder.
"No Ma'am." I said reluctantly giving back into the silence.
There was a hard knock on the door, the soft wood strained against the strength of the hammering against it. A silhouette could be seen from the shadow of the window sill. I already knew who it was. When it opened I wasn't surprised.
"Ms Lytar good of you to join us."
Abigail Lytar. That one girl in school who was called into the principal's office at least once a day. Almost everyone had a pretty low opinion of her, but none of that even seemed to faze her. She didn't care what others thought. Thats what made me respect her more than anyone in the world. She was the epitome of what I wanted to be but was always to scared to do. A goal I could never ascertain. She was courageous, brave, outgoing and never afraid to show how she was actually feeling. But over all of that. She always came across, as a badass! Her face was heart shaped with a wide forehead with a prominent pointed chin. Her eyes were gray and wise. She had long curly honey-wheat hair that trickled down to the mid way on her back. She was standing tall with unwavering certitude. She was often regarded as quite extravagant by most guys, but the ones that chased after her, often found themselves trying to race a cheetah.
"Sorry Ms McPee. I had a late night." Her voice sounded mocking, If I could see that, then Ms McPhee of course saw that too.
"You can tell me all about it after class." Ms McPhee retorted with a smirk. Abigail groaned and took her seat on the desk in front of me. Her odor was pungent- like fresh paint. It made me recoil slightly.
"Oh would you look at that. Times up. Now I want all of you to write a summary of the 1905 revolution for homework. I want it due in by next Thursday." Soon all the students were ushered out and all that remained was Abigail and I.
March 28th 12:30 pm Abigail POV
Ah Madam McPhee's lectures. The soul sucking wisps of her words, went in one ear and left through the other. I'd simply nod my head, and pretend like what she was saying touched my heart. Maybe I'd shed a few tears. Oh I should cry! Pretend like all of it was because my parents hated me. Hm she would call. Then find out my parents don't in fact hate me. I didn't have very many options possibly pretending to 'clean up' my act. Come into school on time and participate in class. That would get her off my back.
"Mr Hale would you like to tell me what's occupying your thoughts now? Or would you just prefer to stare idly out the window some more."
"S-sorry Professor. I just have a lot on my mind right now." Marcus Hale, the class weirdo.
He was so quiet and so shy he tended to blend into the background a little. I'd been in his class since grade school. But never had any real contact with him. He tended to isolate himself voluntarily. He had the looks to be one of the popular kids, had the dress sense. Yet he chose to stay away from that. He was interesting to say the least. I couldn't see him now, but I could bet his emerald green eyes were fluttering weakly as he averted Ms McPhee's gaze. His body was probably in a slouched position, shoulders hunching forward. His skin remarkably tan yet never leaving the comfort of his home. I could go on and on droning about his every trait. He was just one of those very describable people. He had this little scar on his upper lip that trailed down ever so slightly to his bottom lip. It looked rugged yet elegant at the same time. Nobody knew how he had obtained the scar. It was the most intriguing thing about him.
"Care to elaborate?" Ms McPhee asked hovering over me. Her hawkish eyes plastered to the boy seated behind me.
"Well last night I saw something crazy. I saw Digimon! I don't even know what they are! But they battled right outside my house! Something fell from the sky and into my room shattering my window and clocking me over the head knocking me out. But when I woke up. My window was fine, there was no sign of a battle outside my house. Yet my phone disappears and is replaced by this... thing! I never knew what Digimon were until today when I looked them up on the bus. So how could I possibly have dreamed about them! Hungh! Tell me!" He was shouting, screaming at our teacher. I was speechless. He saw them too. He had one of the phones. Even though I couldn't see it. I knew he was talking about the same thing I had. He saw Digimon. Digimon like Kuramon. I needed answers and surprise surprise Marcus Hale the guy who never told anyone anything, had them. Oh fortune smiles upon me today.
"Mr Hale calm down. Its not strange for someone to imagine things while dreaming, you may have heard the name before. Your subconscious might have created something from what you thought of it. There are plenty of explanations." No there was only one answer to the question he needed answered. Was it real, or was it all a dream? The answer yes it was without a doubt, real.
Ms McPhee waited an hour before letting us out. Marcus was quick to get out of his seat. I couldn't let him run off. I needed to talk to him pronto. He was packed and out the door in seconds. I chased after him as quickly as I could.
"Hey!" I called out to him, he slowed down, turning back to me with an unimpressed face.
"What?! You like my story. Want to poke fun at the crazy guy?!" He sarcastically shouted back at me he continued to storm off before I could answer.
"I was gonna say I believe you!" I saw his body freeze, he looked over his shoulder with a cautious glance.
"What?" He stated breathlessly, I saw the visual doubt in his eyes.
"And I can prove it."
March 28th 3:00 pm 2014 Marcus POV
Today all I could think about doing was going home. Doing my homework. Eating dinner. Then going back to enjoy my sleep. Of course it wasn't part of the plan to be in a girls bedroom. That girl also being the craziest one I've ever heard of. Mostly because she claims that what happened last night. Actually happened. Of course if it was true it would have been pretty cool. But it couldn't have been. This truth she spoke off. It had better be convincing.
"Alright. Promise you won't freak out or anything." She asked, she was holding something behind her back I couldn't see what it was from this vantage point.
"Sure." I agreed reluctantly. She brought her hands from behind her back and showed me what she was holding.
At my first glance, it was a ball. But once I looked closer I realized, it was alive. It had one large eye that covered most of its body, other than that it had large blue spikes coming out from all over its round body.
"Kuramon, claims to be a Digimon. You claim you saw Digimon fight in the street. This little guy is connected to this phone I have." She showed me the phone. It was just like the one I had! Except hers was purple.
"What do you mean connected?" I asked, I needed to know. Cause if hers was connected to this little guy. What was mine connected too.
"I played around with it a little. There are three main apps at the bottom. The first one enhances the Digimon. The second one is some sort of detection device. It showed me Kuramon's location and these blips that showed up on the map all across England. I can only assume they are other Digimon. The one on the right allowed me to see through Kuramon's eye." This device if mine could do all the things hers could. I should be able to find the one I'm connected to.
I took mine out. Unlocking it. I pressed the app on the far right. The one she said allowed her to see through its eye. The screen went blurry like when a TV flips to an empty channel. The static cleared, where it was. It was dark. Creeping shadows. A slurp. Followed by quick scurrying. What the hell was I looking at. There was a light. It crept ever so slowly. I could feel its heart beat in anticipation as it neared the sunlight. As soon as it broke the shadows. I rolled my eyes. It was in my bedroom. It looked around my room, it saw the shirt I had discarded when getting up this morning, it reached out grasping it with a tail of thin white hairs. It neatly folded the shirt placing it on my bed. Someone entered the room. It was my mom. She saw the small creature and screamed.
"Oh god." I closed the phone ramming it hard into my pocket. She grabbed me before I could bolt off.
"Wait give me your number." She exclaimed loudly putting her phone in my hand.
"Why?" I quickly typed in my digits, no time to waste.
"Tomorrow I'm going to check out these blips. If you say these things fight. I might need the help." Once I was done she quickly grabbed her phone shoving me out the room. "Now go!"
I didn't need her telling me what I needed to do.
March 28th 4:13 pm 2014 Marcus POV
The rain pelted downwards drenching the cobble streets. I walked with a black umbrella in hand, the frivolous rain ricocheted like bullets of its sleek exterior. My feet tracing the concrete, the small pebbles grinding against the soles of my shoes. I knew the importance of where I had to be. But the slick stone was far too slippery to run on. So I was forced to walk. From Abigail's house it would have taken me max thirty minutes to walk home. But because of the rain that time nearly doubled. As I approached the smooth steps sheltered from the rain. I cautiously stepped up. My house was silent: not even a whisper, not even the sound of the TV blaring.
I carefully pried the door open. It wasn't locked, strange my mother usually locked the door.
"Hello?!" My call echoed through the empty house. "Mom?! Ryan?!" My calls went unanswered.
The lights flickered on making the rooms glow brilliantly for a few seconds. The darkness abruptly returned. On. Off. The lights kept flickering changing. Someone was tampering with the lights, that much was obvious captain obvious. God am I arguing with myself. Not the time.
"Hello? I'm going to call the cops. So Ryan if this is a joke say something now!" No response. Alright this was weird, I'm my mom went out and took Ryan with her. She would have sent me a message or something. Not just left the house completely empty. Something was wrong. I began to dial.
9...1...1
"SURPRISE!" The lights slammed on making me fall over in shock. My Mom and brother fired confetti cannons at me as I scrambled away in fear.
"What are you doing!" I screamed at them. Once they realized I wasn't having fun, they straightened out.
"We found out your secret, That you have been hiding something from us!" Ryan snickered making me clench in fear.
"Oh… what would that be?" I asked hesitantly, I knew what they were going to say.
"This little guy!" He drew back the makeshift curtain, revealing a small little dragon. Sitting inside a baby cradle.
"You have a secret pet. Its pretty exotique if I say so myself. Where did you get it honey?" My mom asked as she slowly tipped a bottle of milk into its mouth.
"Funny story. It came to me." I approached them, its eyes were closed. It was a cute little thing.
"Don't worry you can keep it. As long as you feed it, and you know remove its waste." My mom added with a smile. My nose twitched at the words 'waste'. My phone began to buzz. I quickly took it out. on screen was an image of the Digimon. Its name. Babydmon.
"Something tells me… Its not going to be that simple."
A/N
By accepting OC's I'm sorry to be so candid but I'm only accepting two now… In the original post of this story I accepted one and I'm only accepting two more. The template for OC's can be found on my profile so click the blue RevenantOmega link and you can start character building. Digimon that can't be used, cause they are already in use. Dracomon, Labramon, Keramon and Lunamon. Anything else is fair game *Other than goggle head Digimon don't use those*
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