Title: Incomplete
Author: No Heart To Follow
Summary: The birth of a new species of digimon. How will Okumon survive? When he carries inside him the plague that could wipe out all digimon?
Delete...
Digimon were running about in hoards, panicking, screaming.
Dying.
Delete...
"Chicomon!" A hoarse voice called, straining to be heard over the calls of terror and the sound of destruction, "Chicomon! Chicomon please answer me!" A V-mon finally burst into view, breathing heavily.
"Nii-san!" the tiny voice was almost inaudible above the ear shattering noise, but the adrenalin pumping through the young blue digimon's ears aloud him to hear the sound of his younger brother's desperate calls.
"Chicomon...?" V-mon looked around, dashing off to where he'd heard his sibling, "Chicomon! Call if you hear me!"
Delete...
"Here! Nii-san!"
V-mon saw the small blue creature huddled up inside a hollow tree just a few yards up. Relief swept through the teen's body and he ran even faster.
Delete...
He never made it.
Half way there an explosion ripped through the forest, he was blasted back. Something soft and wet broke his fall. Looking up he saw that he was laying on the bloodied body of a Kuwagamon. He felt bile rise in his throat and quickly scrambled away. "Chicomon...?"
Silence.
Fire burned everywhere.
"CHICOMON!!"
One week later in the village of beginnings...
A group of digimon stand amongst thousands of Digieggs, they are locked in a heated discussion about the destruction in their world.
"The virus is spreading everywhere..." A Pegusmon said, rearing his head. "It's killing and absorbing every digimon it comes across."
"Worse," Said an Elecmon, "Any strong digimon that is able to ward the virus off for a while goes berserk from the pain of it causes."
"Nearly the entire eastern hemisphere of DigiWorld has been wiped out!" A Frogmon croaked, "We have to do something!" several Gekomon and Otamamon nodded with him.
"What can we do?" A Lopmon asked, fiddling with his ear.
"A vaccine would be our best hope." A Renamon said, her voice even. "Perhaps we should consult the Royal Knights on this."
A Goburimon snorted, "Those bastards?! For all we know they're the ones causing this disaster!"
A V-mon stood among them, he was covered with burns wrapped sloppily in bandages, he hadn't spoken since the conversation had begun. He just stared at the ground, clenching and unclenching his fists. "All these eggs..." He said, looking around, eyes clouded over. All the digimon looked down at him in surprise, "how many...how many have come from the virus's...?"
Elecmon blinked, then looked away. "None."
Now all digimon looked at the furry red badger, "what do you mean?!" A few shouted.
"These are all born naturally, or from digimon that died in some other way. No digitamas ever showed up that had been corrupted..."
Everyone stood silent.
"What the hell!?" V-mon shouted, "That can't be true!" He reached out and grabbed the older digimon, claws sinking into his fur. "Chicomon! Where is he now then!? Where's my little brother! Where is he...?" The blue digimon's voice cracked.
"He's..." Elecmon didn't meet the teen's flashing read eyes. "...dead... for good."
V-mon pushed the digimon away, gaping. The pain he'd felt, thinking that his baby brother was gone for a while and that when he came back wouldn't remember him had been worse than he'd ever imagined. But then, that was the most painful thing that could ever happen to a digimon.
Or at least, that's what they'd thought.
A whole new kind of grief shook V-mon's body. He stumbled back as if struck in the face, he blinked tears out of his eyes.
Dead...no. That's a lie! I was supposed to protect him! He can't be dead! It's not...he's not. No! No...
The other digimon had backed away from V-mon, not accustomed to this kind of behavior from anyone. It was...scary.
"I swear..." The V-mon's voice was hoarse, he looked up at the digimon around him, "I swear that I will find who created this virus...and kill him!" His eyes were shining, a bright, blood read. He turned around, facing east. "I'm going to find them..." he said, more evenly.
"That's insane!" One of the digimon, a Gazimon shouted, "you were there! You saw with your own eyes! V-mon, try to see-"
He was cut off by a hard blow to the face, "Shut up! I'm not V-mon anymore!" He reached up and removed the bandages, revealing the terrible burns. "I'm ScarV-mon."
And with that, he ran off.
The digimon returned to their futile discussion.
Meanwhile:
"How is the prototype coming?" A Devimon stood over the shoulder of a mysterious digimon. "Is he ready yet?"
"Patience. It's not easy to make a Digimon out of a Virus. There are many procedures and tests to run before I can even attempt and making him his artificial digisoul. If I make a mistake he could end up like all the others." the humanoid creature sighed, running a large clawed hand through his spiky blonde hair. This was Hallowmon. He looked like a normal human, save for his large, bandaged hands and ragged wings, his pointed ears and petit size made him seem elfish. He wore black, ripped clothing and a tattered red scarf that concealed most of his features. Save for his stunning blue eyes and pale skin. He sighed again, "but if you must know, yes, I'm almost done."
"You should've just said that to begin with," the dark digimon snapped, whacking the smaller child over the head with his large hand, "don't think I won't kill you because we're related."
"Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," the shorter digimon muttered sarcastically. Devimon heard but was too tired to punish Hallowmon for his insolence. "Hey, this one's kinda cute!" He said, as he pulled up his newest creation. "Not as cute as Kitmon was, but still cute!"
"You call yourself a virus type?" Devimon asked, frowning at Hallowmon, who was cuddling the semi-lifeless being with care.
Hallowmon just stuck a tongue out at the Adult and went back to work. "I have a good feeling about him," the digimon said, "I'll bet he becomes great one day!"
"You aren't trying to give it a soul again are you?" The black creature now growled, "you know I don't want it thinking for itself."
"Take what you can get." Hallowmon shrugged, "without a soul, Okumon wouldn't be able to move."
"Okumon...?" Devimon wrinkled his nose. "Who said you could name him?"
"I'm his mommy, so I can do what I want!" The short one snapped, forgetting his place not for the first time. "You like that name, don't you little guy? Okumon?"
"O...ku...mon?" The small, spiky black creature blinked once. "Oku...mon..."