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Alternate Worlds Collective

World #1

Seconds


Character: TK Takaishi

Universe: 02; 25 years later


TK looked down towards the ground from the balcony. Only a few hours before, he was out of town negotiating with a publisher on a book deal. It was only after the fact, did he come here to survey the damage done.

"She will be down there, I just know it." He thought, making his way towards the door. Below him, stood the charred remnants of a park. Once, that had been Kari's favorite park. Heck, it had been a favorite among many humans. Now, all that remained were some charred ashes and a few corpses. The area surrounding the park was just the same, charred and burned. Only hours before, that area had probably been a forest where many digimon and humans had played hide and seek.

This whole kerfuffle was started over an orange. It wasn't that special, just a normal piece of fruit one could easily buy from a supermarket. Yet, it was all it took. In a matter of seconds, a beautiful park, was now just a burnt piece of earth in the middle of an untouched city.

"God, please let some trace of her be there." He whispered as he climbed down the stairs, two at a time. His heartbeat intensified as the destination got closer and closer. Somehow, multiple digimon managed to reach ultimate and mega levels. Images flooded into his mind and he began to hyperventilate. At first it was just an assortment of rookie digimon. The only notable ones, were some weird turtle thing and a scorpion covered in green feathers. But, the images morphed into something far more scarier. Immediately after, he was faced withWarGreymon, MetalGarurumon, LadyDevimon, Piedmon, even some really overdressed woman with long black hair he was seeing for the first time. He stopped halfway down the steps. They were just images, nothing to fear at all.

"She'll be all right, there is still a chance." He thought, turning and heading towards the door. He took the door out, taking a second to let his breathing return to normal. Afterwards, he headed straight towards the former park. It was there this whole conflict had boiled over. All around, fighting among the humans and digimon of the area broke out, only to cease in a matter of seconds after a massive explosion. Said explosion, could be seen outside of town. "No, she can't be dead..."

The chosen of hope fell to his knees. Any trace of Kari and/or Gatomon had been destroyed in the resulting blast of the battle. He quickly got back up, brushing any tears he had off his face. Any evidence that the area in question even was a park, probably no longer existed.

"Who did this! Show yourselves!" He slammed his fist into the tree, only for it to disintegrate into a pile of ashes. If he had been seconds faster, none of this would have happened. Kari, along with everyone else there, would still be alive. His gaze focused on a nearby bush. Unlike everything else here, it had managed to remain unscathed among the burnt area, somehow "dodging" the blast. As he stared at it, the bush began to "morph". Instead of it being a bush, it was now Kari. There was still a chance. TK ran over to "her", only to find himself hugging a bush. He sighed. After the dust settled, the fighting stopped. After that, no one cared. No one came to mourn those lost in the blood. No. They were more interested in their digimon

"What did I do deserve this?" He waited, hoping for an answer to come down from the heavens. So, he stood there, looking around the park. They had brought peace to two worlds, multiple times. On multiple occasions, they had made sure the city wasn't destroyed. This was how they were repaid. "What did Kari, no all these people deserve to receive the faith you have given upon them today?!"

He threw his D-3 to the ground, walking away. He wouldn't need it anymore. It had been with him all this time, creating more trouble than it's worth.


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