Heh, my first 03 fic. I know it's short, but this fic is in a different reality from the show. Yes, the other Tamers will be in the fic. No, they will not have their digimon with them. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I always have to have this. No, I don't believe I own Digimon. Yes, I am insane.
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The Gift - 1
The girl ran down the hall, barely noticing the white walls in her passing. The sterile white walls. She hated those walls. She hated this whole place. It grated on her nerves. The white walls were everywhere she looked in the compound. Everywhere she had never wanted to be. The testing facilities, the medical wing, the classroom, even her own room. They had done stuff to her that no one ever wanted done to themselves. The white walls made her sick, and she was on her way out. Of course, she knew they would never agree. Then again, she could tell that they were still asleep. They would be asleep for another hour or so, until the alarm was sounded. She didn't plan to be here when it happened. She didn't want to think of what they would do to her if she was caught. She would be free or dead. Either way, they couldn't have her.
She paused at a corner and listened. There were no footfalls, nothing to indicate that anyone was there. She motioned behind her. A boy walked up, quiet as death, until she whispered, "Anyone there?"
He shook his head, whispering back, "Nope."
She nodded. Aside from herself, he was the only one she trusted. Probably because he had been through the same treatments. Probably since for the last two years they had been through hell and back. But for whatever the reason, she trusted him to watch her back and vise-versa. He was tall and lanky, brown hair, and deep, dark eyes. She would remember those eyes until the day she died. She knew she would remember him as the best friend she ever had. Of course, after this they would go their separate ways. She was glad and sad all at the same time. They would both never know where the other was if they got caught, but they would never see each other again.
She pushed down those thoughts as they made their way down the hall. The boy stopped again, closing his eyes. She knew what he was doing. Checking for anyone in their proximity. It was necessary that he did it. He was the only one of the two that could. Telepathy. She nearly smiled. When she had first met him, she had proclaimed that he was telepathetic instead of telepathic. She often made wisecracks about it. But, then again, there was that annoying voice inside telling her of her own special talents. She didn't need anyone reminding her of why her mother had given her up. Of why her whole life was a complete mess. Of why, out of all the children in the world, she had been chosen because she was special. She nearly spat on the word. She never needed reminding, and hopefully when they were out, she would never use them again.
They stopped at a room. The only one that wasn't locked up at night. She had picked both locks on their rooms, but now she didn't need that skill. She waited for what seemed like an eternity before the boy opened his eyes again and nodded. It was safe.
She opened the door and looked inside. There it was, the only window in the whole complex that wasn't barred. Or locked. She walked over to the window and peered out. Coast was clear.
She opened it and let the boy climb out first. He turned around and helped her out. Then they started running. Over the grass they sped, hoping for all the world that they hadn't been spotted by the night watch. Unfortunately, the hope was short lived. Gunshots fired all around them as they ran, the two of them getting closer and closer to their goal...
Rika awoke with a start. She pushed her auburn hair away from her violet eyes, sweat pouring from her brow. The dream had come again. The dream that always left her thinking that there should be more to it. She stood up and walked to the bathroom, flicking on the light as she went. The mirror showed what she didn't want it to show. A girl that hadn't had enough sleep in the last four days. Bags were forming under her eyes, and her hair was plastered to her head from sweat. She turned the faucet on and splashed cold water on her face, hoping to cool off. But her thoughts wouldn't leave her. What was with those dreams? Why was she having them? Why did always end with her getting shot at?
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Izzy: Unfortunately, Danny didn't want to spoil the fic, so if you want to read more, please R&R!
Disclaimer: I always have to have this. No, I don't believe I own Digimon. Yes, I am insane.
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The Gift - 1
The girl ran down the hall, barely noticing the white walls in her passing. The sterile white walls. She hated those walls. She hated this whole place. It grated on her nerves. The white walls were everywhere she looked in the compound. Everywhere she had never wanted to be. The testing facilities, the medical wing, the classroom, even her own room. They had done stuff to her that no one ever wanted done to themselves. The white walls made her sick, and she was on her way out. Of course, she knew they would never agree. Then again, she could tell that they were still asleep. They would be asleep for another hour or so, until the alarm was sounded. She didn't plan to be here when it happened. She didn't want to think of what they would do to her if she was caught. She would be free or dead. Either way, they couldn't have her.
She paused at a corner and listened. There were no footfalls, nothing to indicate that anyone was there. She motioned behind her. A boy walked up, quiet as death, until she whispered, "Anyone there?"
He shook his head, whispering back, "Nope."
She nodded. Aside from herself, he was the only one she trusted. Probably because he had been through the same treatments. Probably since for the last two years they had been through hell and back. But for whatever the reason, she trusted him to watch her back and vise-versa. He was tall and lanky, brown hair, and deep, dark eyes. She would remember those eyes until the day she died. She knew she would remember him as the best friend she ever had. Of course, after this they would go their separate ways. She was glad and sad all at the same time. They would both never know where the other was if they got caught, but they would never see each other again.
She pushed down those thoughts as they made their way down the hall. The boy stopped again, closing his eyes. She knew what he was doing. Checking for anyone in their proximity. It was necessary that he did it. He was the only one of the two that could. Telepathy. She nearly smiled. When she had first met him, she had proclaimed that he was telepathetic instead of telepathic. She often made wisecracks about it. But, then again, there was that annoying voice inside telling her of her own special talents. She didn't need anyone reminding her of why her mother had given her up. Of why her whole life was a complete mess. Of why, out of all the children in the world, she had been chosen because she was special. She nearly spat on the word. She never needed reminding, and hopefully when they were out, she would never use them again.
They stopped at a room. The only one that wasn't locked up at night. She had picked both locks on their rooms, but now she didn't need that skill. She waited for what seemed like an eternity before the boy opened his eyes again and nodded. It was safe.
She opened the door and looked inside. There it was, the only window in the whole complex that wasn't barred. Or locked. She walked over to the window and peered out. Coast was clear.
She opened it and let the boy climb out first. He turned around and helped her out. Then they started running. Over the grass they sped, hoping for all the world that they hadn't been spotted by the night watch. Unfortunately, the hope was short lived. Gunshots fired all around them as they ran, the two of them getting closer and closer to their goal...
Rika awoke with a start. She pushed her auburn hair away from her violet eyes, sweat pouring from her brow. The dream had come again. The dream that always left her thinking that there should be more to it. She stood up and walked to the bathroom, flicking on the light as she went. The mirror showed what she didn't want it to show. A girl that hadn't had enough sleep in the last four days. Bags were forming under her eyes, and her hair was plastered to her head from sweat. She turned the faucet on and splashed cold water on her face, hoping to cool off. But her thoughts wouldn't leave her. What was with those dreams? Why was she having them? Why did always end with her getting shot at?
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Izzy: Unfortunately, Danny didn't want to spoil the fic, so if you want to read more, please R&R!