Threat of Darkness
by Sailor Eevee
It's over. Everything we tried...failed. The digital world is gone. Destroyed in an explosion that rocked even this planet. I'm sure it was an impressive explosion. I can only hope that my friends died fighting. I'll probably never know, due to the fact that I was unwillingly removed from the fight. I never saw any of them again. Daisuke, Miyako, Iori, Taichi, Yamato, Hikari, Takeru, Mimi, Sora, Koushiro, and Jyou. All gone..gone with their digimon and the whole digital world. Not that I'm much better. The Earth is a digimon's home now. They ran here to escape the explosion, and just took over. The virus digimon rule now, and humans are just slaves. Me? I'm less than a slave. No self-respecting digimon would ever take a digidestined, even if his digimon is dead. No, I'm just dirt. A part of the gray rocky lanscape that was once the proud city of Tokyo.
I hide in the shadows, waiting for a scrap of food to fall my way, or a dirty rag to float towards my waiting hand. That is the only way I can survive. If a digimon saw me however, I would be dead. I was lucky when they first came. Wormmon was with me then, and passed me off as his slave. Someone suspected, and one of the digimon's slaves came forward with a gun. He shot, but I looked up to find the limp body of Wormmon on me. He took the bullet meant for me. I suppose making me only half a man was enough punishment then. I suppose I force myself to survive because of Wormmon, and the sacrifice he made to ensure that I did survive.
A noise startled me, and I ducked into my hiding place, watching and waiting. Two digimon walked up, pulling a struggling figure behind them. That was very odd. There aren't many humans around anymore who struggled, but then again, it could be a half-digimon. The two digimon pulling him stopped for a moment, and started shooting their attacks at him, I guess just for fun. I had had enough. I just couldn't watch the poor person die, human or not, I would help him.
I used the light of my digivice to blind them, then pulled the person away. He was big and muscular, so I had a hard time of it, but I managed to hide him sufficiantly enough. While the digimon loked around for their missing captive, I studied him. He was a powerful-looking person, with blue striped hair and amber eyes. He wore a fur jacket, which surprised me, for no one wore fur anymore. He came to and sat there for a while, eyes never leaving me. He finally spoke, in a gravelly voice, "Thank you." I replied, "No problem. The digimon won't bother with me anyway, so It's nice to get to talk to someone. How'd you live free for so long? I'm only here because I'm a digidestined, and no digimon will take me." The persons eyes widened, and then he noticed my D-3. "A...digidestined...You would know..where Matt is then." I pulled away, confused and shocked at this recognition. "How do you kow Yamato?" I asked, trying to keep as calm as possible. The person stared at me for a moment, then slowly said "I am Garurumon." I stared hard at him, trying to figure how such a dramatic change can occur in a digimon such as he. He continued slowly. "I was captured by digimon, and changed by them because I helped Matt. I'm no better than a human slave now. My only wish is than I get to see Matt again. Is he still alive?" I shook my head sadly. "I don't know. I've never seen him since the fight. I'm sorry." Garurumon slumped against a rock, his bright eyes now downcast with grief. "Who are you?" He finally said, looking for a distinguishing feature through the dirt and rags covering my bony, malnourished body. "I am Ichijoji Ken." I stated, the sound of my name sounding unfamiliar to me. He nodded and whispered, "The missing one. Why did you leave the fight? We may have won." I winced at this accusation, but he didn't sound that confident. " Um...you need a name. I just can't call you Garurumon all the time. How about....Garu?" I said, changing the subject. He thought about it for a while, but finally decided. "Sure, that will work I guess. I don't know much about human names."
"Good." I said, just happy that I had managed to change the subject, and that I had someone to talk to. It gets boring in hiding without someone to be with you. Besides, Garu would know how the battle went. He was there. He noticed me thinking, and quickly added, "I don't know how the fight with MaloMyotismon went. I was tossed out early, like you. MaloMyotismon threw me into the dimensional rip that you fell through. When I came to, I was here."
I sighed, realizing again that I would never be able to know what happened during the fight. The last thing I remembered was when the older digidestined came to help. Then I was cast out. If only someone else had survived...but that was not possible. I would have seen them. Through my wanderings I had traveled every inch of this broken city, and I saw no others like me. It was a hard existance.
Suddenly Garu jumped up, alerting me. I heard a scratching sound, similar to the sound of claws scraping against stone. The two digimon guards were walking down through the rubble, turning over rocks and dirt, probably looking for me and Garu. Garu looked at me, and I looked around. There was no place to run. We had to fight. I got up slowly, still concealed in the shadows, and nodded to Garu. He jumped on one of them, a big Tyrannomon, and started slashing at him with his sharp, nonhuman nails. I got out of the rubble and used my digivice again, a useful, if not offensive weapon. It blinded them, leaving them open to Garu's attacks. The one thing we could not stand against however, was the power of the digimon's attacks. The Tyrannomon guard regained his senses long enough to shoot at me. it slammed me against a wall, giving a distinct cracking sound that I knew to be the breaking of my own ribs.
Garu howled and slammed into the digimon, giving me time to painfully slink back into the shadows. He jumped over to me and stood, growling, in a fighter's pose. The digimon looked at each other, and at an unknown signal, shot their attacks. I was ready to die, but I saw a bright light, and then fell to the darkness.
When I came to, Garu was sitting next to me, staring all around him, as if surprised by his surroundings. I got up and looked around to see a beautiful meadow around us where rocks and pavement should've been. Trees glitteres in the sun, a sight I had not seen since my trips to the digital world. The grass underfoot was soft and healthy, proving that we weren't in Tokyo anymore. I got up my nerve to speak. "Where are we?" I asked, looking questionably at Garu. he shrugged, than stared at me. I knew what he was staring at. The blood from my wounds had soaked through the thin rags I wore, and was dripping onto the ground.
"I have to find help. You look real bad." He said, turning away from the sight of my lifeblood on the grass. "I feel awful." I said, then darkness converged on me, and I passed out once more.
by Sailor Eevee
It's over. Everything we tried...failed. The digital world is gone. Destroyed in an explosion that rocked even this planet. I'm sure it was an impressive explosion. I can only hope that my friends died fighting. I'll probably never know, due to the fact that I was unwillingly removed from the fight. I never saw any of them again. Daisuke, Miyako, Iori, Taichi, Yamato, Hikari, Takeru, Mimi, Sora, Koushiro, and Jyou. All gone..gone with their digimon and the whole digital world. Not that I'm much better. The Earth is a digimon's home now. They ran here to escape the explosion, and just took over. The virus digimon rule now, and humans are just slaves. Me? I'm less than a slave. No self-respecting digimon would ever take a digidestined, even if his digimon is dead. No, I'm just dirt. A part of the gray rocky lanscape that was once the proud city of Tokyo.
I hide in the shadows, waiting for a scrap of food to fall my way, or a dirty rag to float towards my waiting hand. That is the only way I can survive. If a digimon saw me however, I would be dead. I was lucky when they first came. Wormmon was with me then, and passed me off as his slave. Someone suspected, and one of the digimon's slaves came forward with a gun. He shot, but I looked up to find the limp body of Wormmon on me. He took the bullet meant for me. I suppose making me only half a man was enough punishment then. I suppose I force myself to survive because of Wormmon, and the sacrifice he made to ensure that I did survive.
A noise startled me, and I ducked into my hiding place, watching and waiting. Two digimon walked up, pulling a struggling figure behind them. That was very odd. There aren't many humans around anymore who struggled, but then again, it could be a half-digimon. The two digimon pulling him stopped for a moment, and started shooting their attacks at him, I guess just for fun. I had had enough. I just couldn't watch the poor person die, human or not, I would help him.
I used the light of my digivice to blind them, then pulled the person away. He was big and muscular, so I had a hard time of it, but I managed to hide him sufficiantly enough. While the digimon loked around for their missing captive, I studied him. He was a powerful-looking person, with blue striped hair and amber eyes. He wore a fur jacket, which surprised me, for no one wore fur anymore. He came to and sat there for a while, eyes never leaving me. He finally spoke, in a gravelly voice, "Thank you." I replied, "No problem. The digimon won't bother with me anyway, so It's nice to get to talk to someone. How'd you live free for so long? I'm only here because I'm a digidestined, and no digimon will take me." The persons eyes widened, and then he noticed my D-3. "A...digidestined...You would know..where Matt is then." I pulled away, confused and shocked at this recognition. "How do you kow Yamato?" I asked, trying to keep as calm as possible. The person stared at me for a moment, then slowly said "I am Garurumon." I stared hard at him, trying to figure how such a dramatic change can occur in a digimon such as he. He continued slowly. "I was captured by digimon, and changed by them because I helped Matt. I'm no better than a human slave now. My only wish is than I get to see Matt again. Is he still alive?" I shook my head sadly. "I don't know. I've never seen him since the fight. I'm sorry." Garurumon slumped against a rock, his bright eyes now downcast with grief. "Who are you?" He finally said, looking for a distinguishing feature through the dirt and rags covering my bony, malnourished body. "I am Ichijoji Ken." I stated, the sound of my name sounding unfamiliar to me. He nodded and whispered, "The missing one. Why did you leave the fight? We may have won." I winced at this accusation, but he didn't sound that confident. " Um...you need a name. I just can't call you Garurumon all the time. How about....Garu?" I said, changing the subject. He thought about it for a while, but finally decided. "Sure, that will work I guess. I don't know much about human names."
"Good." I said, just happy that I had managed to change the subject, and that I had someone to talk to. It gets boring in hiding without someone to be with you. Besides, Garu would know how the battle went. He was there. He noticed me thinking, and quickly added, "I don't know how the fight with MaloMyotismon went. I was tossed out early, like you. MaloMyotismon threw me into the dimensional rip that you fell through. When I came to, I was here."
I sighed, realizing again that I would never be able to know what happened during the fight. The last thing I remembered was when the older digidestined came to help. Then I was cast out. If only someone else had survived...but that was not possible. I would have seen them. Through my wanderings I had traveled every inch of this broken city, and I saw no others like me. It was a hard existance.
Suddenly Garu jumped up, alerting me. I heard a scratching sound, similar to the sound of claws scraping against stone. The two digimon guards were walking down through the rubble, turning over rocks and dirt, probably looking for me and Garu. Garu looked at me, and I looked around. There was no place to run. We had to fight. I got up slowly, still concealed in the shadows, and nodded to Garu. He jumped on one of them, a big Tyrannomon, and started slashing at him with his sharp, nonhuman nails. I got out of the rubble and used my digivice again, a useful, if not offensive weapon. It blinded them, leaving them open to Garu's attacks. The one thing we could not stand against however, was the power of the digimon's attacks. The Tyrannomon guard regained his senses long enough to shoot at me. it slammed me against a wall, giving a distinct cracking sound that I knew to be the breaking of my own ribs.
Garu howled and slammed into the digimon, giving me time to painfully slink back into the shadows. He jumped over to me and stood, growling, in a fighter's pose. The digimon looked at each other, and at an unknown signal, shot their attacks. I was ready to die, but I saw a bright light, and then fell to the darkness.
When I came to, Garu was sitting next to me, staring all around him, as if surprised by his surroundings. I got up and looked around to see a beautiful meadow around us where rocks and pavement should've been. Trees glitteres in the sun, a sight I had not seen since my trips to the digital world. The grass underfoot was soft and healthy, proving that we weren't in Tokyo anymore. I got up my nerve to speak. "Where are we?" I asked, looking questionably at Garu. he shrugged, than stared at me. I knew what he was staring at. The blood from my wounds had soaked through the thin rags I wore, and was dripping onto the ground.
"I have to find help. You look real bad." He said, turning away from the sight of my lifeblood on the grass. "I feel awful." I said, then darkness converged on me, and I passed out once more.