Note: I wrote this fanfic on my old 386 computer with an ancient text editor
built into dos. If the spacing looks weird on your computer, that's why.
Other Note: The basic idea for this fic is something that has been brewing in my
mind for quite some time. Even before Digimon 02 was finished, I had an idea
that would work as a sequel for another story I was writing at the time. I
never finished the original, however. The characters have since been used in
a digimon RPG. Recently, some of the newer Digimon: Tamers episodes sparked me
to revive the idea, but with a twist. In any case, feel free to write to me
about my fic (review it first!) at hadouken24@juno.com. I love any sort of
comment.
Disclaimer: Digimon and all related icons, logos, characters, etc. are property
of Bandai. I do not claim to own these. However, I do own the character of
Roland, and he may not be used without my express permission, written or
otherwise, in any fanfic, RPG, or other work of fiction. I like good cheese.
The dark of night. Above, a few faint stars pierced the canopy of light about the
city that hid their sisters from view. Below, a shadow lurked, single and alone
in its exile from the human race.
"The only time I can come out without a disguise," he muttered. He felt the
need to work out the nervous kinks of knotted, tight muscles, both physical
and emotional, caused by cramped hiding during the day and aimless wandering
through the night.
A few blocks away, a chance to relieve his stress presented itself. Mentally
readying himself, he disappeared into the silent mists. Several seconds later,
there were the brief sounds of struggle, followed by a single thump. By the
time the digimon Tamers arrived, there was nothing but a thinning mist left
behind.
So it began, with a single anomaly. A single occurence of the mist field with
the digimon gone by the time the Tamers were able to investigate. Over time,
a few more anomalies occurred. But no one noticed Sometimes the Tamers
completely missed the emergence of a digimon. Sometimes they thought the Tamer
who wasn't with the group had arrived first. Sometimes they just forgot. But
so it began.
* * *
Roland felt a tugging inside himself. Something was wrong! He was sick, maybe
it was a side effect of. . . what had happened. He staggered out of the niche
in the alleyway out to, what? Find help? He needed it! It was bad, it felt
like someone was tugging him around by a string tied to his small intestine.
Lurching around a corner into the street, he was unnoticed by the pedestrians
nearby. They were too busy gaping at the angry red vortex in the sky.
Roland was probably the only person there who understood what those unearthly
screams were, what was being sucked in and destroyed like asteroids drawn to
a black hole. Straining to grip the ground, he struggled against the inexorable
pull. At last he was ripped from the ground into the sky.
Agony ripped at his insides. Pull together, Roland! he said to himself. It was
no use. A scream rent the air. His own? But then, when he reached the vortex,
he saw a way out. Not to oblivion, but to an entirely different world, where
he might be accepted, or at least not goggled at like a freak show. But even
so. . . His vision went white with the pain.
While the digimon Tamers Rika, Takato, and Henry, battled against the mighty
Juggernaut and its effects, they did not notice a single figure that
disappeared into the vortex.
* What is going on? Who is this mysterious Roland? Why did Juggernaut suck
him in? And what does he have to do with the Tamers? Tune in next time,
same digi-time, same digi-channel! *
built into dos. If the spacing looks weird on your computer, that's why.
Other Note: The basic idea for this fic is something that has been brewing in my
mind for quite some time. Even before Digimon 02 was finished, I had an idea
that would work as a sequel for another story I was writing at the time. I
never finished the original, however. The characters have since been used in
a digimon RPG. Recently, some of the newer Digimon: Tamers episodes sparked me
to revive the idea, but with a twist. In any case, feel free to write to me
about my fic (review it first!) at hadouken24@juno.com. I love any sort of
comment.
Disclaimer: Digimon and all related icons, logos, characters, etc. are property
of Bandai. I do not claim to own these. However, I do own the character of
Roland, and he may not be used without my express permission, written or
otherwise, in any fanfic, RPG, or other work of fiction. I like good cheese.
The dark of night. Above, a few faint stars pierced the canopy of light about the
city that hid their sisters from view. Below, a shadow lurked, single and alone
in its exile from the human race.
"The only time I can come out without a disguise," he muttered. He felt the
need to work out the nervous kinks of knotted, tight muscles, both physical
and emotional, caused by cramped hiding during the day and aimless wandering
through the night.
A few blocks away, a chance to relieve his stress presented itself. Mentally
readying himself, he disappeared into the silent mists. Several seconds later,
there were the brief sounds of struggle, followed by a single thump. By the
time the digimon Tamers arrived, there was nothing but a thinning mist left
behind.
So it began, with a single anomaly. A single occurence of the mist field with
the digimon gone by the time the Tamers were able to investigate. Over time,
a few more anomalies occurred. But no one noticed Sometimes the Tamers
completely missed the emergence of a digimon. Sometimes they thought the Tamer
who wasn't with the group had arrived first. Sometimes they just forgot. But
so it began.
* * *
Roland felt a tugging inside himself. Something was wrong! He was sick, maybe
it was a side effect of. . . what had happened. He staggered out of the niche
in the alleyway out to, what? Find help? He needed it! It was bad, it felt
like someone was tugging him around by a string tied to his small intestine.
Lurching around a corner into the street, he was unnoticed by the pedestrians
nearby. They were too busy gaping at the angry red vortex in the sky.
Roland was probably the only person there who understood what those unearthly
screams were, what was being sucked in and destroyed like asteroids drawn to
a black hole. Straining to grip the ground, he struggled against the inexorable
pull. At last he was ripped from the ground into the sky.
Agony ripped at his insides. Pull together, Roland! he said to himself. It was
no use. A scream rent the air. His own? But then, when he reached the vortex,
he saw a way out. Not to oblivion, but to an entirely different world, where
he might be accepted, or at least not goggled at like a freak show. But even
so. . . His vision went white with the pain.
While the digimon Tamers Rika, Takato, and Henry, battled against the mighty
Juggernaut and its effects, they did not notice a single figure that
disappeared into the vortex.
* What is going on? Who is this mysterious Roland? Why did Juggernaut suck
him in? And what does he have to do with the Tamers? Tune in next time,
same digi-time, same digi-channel! *