Great, I thought, another uneventful day at work. I watched as people of all different ethnicities walked by without even glancing in my direction. The only highlight of the day was getting my twenty bucks from Chase after work. See we made a bet. We had to count how many people we saw dressed like hookers.
My corner was always full of them. 43, 44, I counted. Can't get much more exciting than seeing a woman in fishnet stockings, knee high black leather boots, miniskirts hiked up to just below the butt, and bright pink halter tops. At least on this corner no one looks at you funny when you're holding a sign for Al's Halloween shop while dressed as your favorite digimon character. Mine's Flamewizardmon.
Anyways, not much ever happens here. The occasional car crash but nothing else. I guess the universe finds my boredom amusing. Oh well, only two more hours until my shift ends. Tiredly, I blow a piece of blonde hair from my face. Someone honks. I look over and see a bright red camaro with two guys hanging from the window. They yell something un-intelligibly and start whistling. I try to ignore them, but they persist and I'm getting irritated.
Suddenly, a car door opens and I hear footsteps coming toward me. I know it's one of the guys, but I don't want to turn around. What can a sixteen year old do to a guy like that? I sigh. Just another boring day at work, right? As I turn to confront him a flash draws both of our attentions upward just in time to see a bright supernova like explosions. The guy freaks and runs towards the car, leaving me staring at a bright ball falling straight toward my corner.
It lands a few yards from me and cars swerve to avoid it, narrowly missing each other. I know I'm supposed to run, like all the others, but for some reason I'm rooted to the concrete. Steam rises from the asphalt making a thick fog around the crash site. The next thing I see are glowing red spots twenty feet high. I assume they're eyes but I hope I'm wrong.
Now a form is appearing in the fog. Still I can't move. The fog is lifting, showing more of the dark form. I can make out a snout, big meaty arms, some type of armor. My breathing is getting faster, but I still can't move. I can see more of it: an armored body, four legs, three horns on its head. Still I can't move.
Finally, the fog disappears all together and the full impact of the thing hits me like an arrow. I knew who it was because of my adoration of the game and the show. It was a digimon. It was Vajramon. And he was staring right at me.
I dropped my sign and willed my feet to move, but they wouldn't. Vajramon was getting closer, and I knew I was going to die if my feet didn't move. Move, move, move! Finally, I was able to move my feet. I backed away a few steps, turned around and raced down the block.