A/N Hope this one is better then the first version. I don't own Digimon. I receive no profit by publishing this story. Enjoy.

Jack Marshall was having a bad day. He had just managed to get through school with his sanity intact, and was walking down the bustling street on his way home.

'Why can't anything go my way for once?' he thought while stomping on an empty soda-can, flattening it against the ground. 'First, I get hounded by the others, AGAIN, and then that pop quiz.' Just then he heard a rumble and felt something wet on his neck. He looked up and saw that the sky hand gone dark with clouds. "Great, just what I needed. Can this get any worse?" he said to himself.

Suddenly he heard something behind him. He turned around and saw a man in leather jacket drawing a knife. The smoke rising from the ground vents only added to the malicious look on his face. 'I had to ask.' Jack thought.

Jack turned and started running but he ran into another thug, this one dressed in a white tank-top and armed with a chain. He backed up but realized he was trapped. If he ran forward, he'd get chain-bashed, if he went back, he'd get knifed and if he ran across the street, he would be roadkill. They forced him into a back-alley and with it being cloudy, it could as well have been night it was so dark and the smoke from the vents didn't exactly help.

"Looks like somebody's a little lost." Said the first guy, twirling the knife in his hand. "Maybe we can give him directions." Said the other guy, dragging his chain loudly against the pavement.

Jack was scared. Make that terrified, he was no pushover but against armed thugs? Yeah, when pigs fly. He felt himself back up against the wall. "L-look I-I don't want any trouble." Jack stuttered. "Well, that's too bad, 'cause you found it." Said the second guy, swinging his chain in a wide circle. Jack closed his eyes and braced himself for the impact.

It never came.

He heard the second thug grunt in pain as if he got the air knocked out of him and opened his eyes to discover that, lo and behold, that's exactly what happened. Someone stood in front him but it was too dark for Jack to get a good view of who it was. The first thug dashed towards the mystery man, knife at the ready, only to fly into the wall behind him via Air fist.

Jack could've sworn he heard the guy's ribs snap when he got punched.

The man turned around to face him and Jack froze up. It was still too dark to see the guy clearly but his eyes were practically glowing, the amber orbs staring at him with an intensity Jack had never felt before.

Then it spoke to him. That voice he would never forget. "You are worthy."

He shot up in bed, gasping for air. It had all been a dream. 'More like a nightmare. But it seemed so real.' He thought. He laid down, trying to go back to sleep so he would be well rested for his and his dads move to Tokyo in the morning. He noticed that his bed seemed extra soft tonight.

But what he didn't notice was on the roof of the apartment building just across the street from his own, high above the bustling streets of New York, two amber eyes watched him from the shadows as he slept.

"You are worthy, tamer."