This first chapter is not so great. You'll probably find out why, once you glimpse my awkward writing style. It'll improve by the next chapter; I'll try to be less "formal."

"Damn. . . What's going on? Why am I in this place?"

The boy, no older than seventeen, wearing a tattered Led Zeppelin T-shirt, jeans, and some old sneakers, ran for his life from the frightening monsters, and strange terrain around him. He was in some sort of enchanted jungle - certainly not of the world he knew of; it was as if he was in another world, entirely. As he gasp for air within his relentless sprint, he barely took notice to the exotic foliage, and trees, which he passed by. The boy was confused, bewildered, tired, and just plain freaked out; the situation was completely ludicrous.

As he came to a clearing, he saw, what looked to be, telephone booths. Questioningly, he approached the booths, only to see a giant figure rise from behind them: A red dinosaur-looking creature. Caught off guard, the boy stumbled backwards; as much as he wasn't willing to admit, he was actually scared. He turned, and ran off in another direction, disappearing in the thick of the jungle. As he continued running, he forgot about how tired he was; he forgot about how confused he was; he forgot about how freaked out he was - he wanted to get the hell away from the seemingly menacing creature. He wanted to get the hell away from everything that was going on.

What seemed like hours later, he found himself at a brook. He plop down next to it, and began furiously splashing water in his face. He stared at his expression in the water: It was like looking into the eyes of a young child, who had wandered away from their mother. Calming himself, he took a deep breath, and regained composure. Think. How did I end up here? More importantly, how do I get out. The boy sat next to the water, pondering, remembering, and trying to comprehend the events occurring. The hours prior began to fill his train of thought, for he believe them to be the key to his sought after answers.

Flashback

"I'm going to school. . ."

It was gloomy morning in that southern city. Traffic was rough, time was short, and it looked as if the sky was ready to let loose a stream of tears on the wary populous below. The boy, driving along in a beat-up truck, trudge along with the heavy flow of moving vehicles around him. A Jimi Hendrx Experience record blared out of the speakers, and the boy payed little mind to the fact that he was late for homeroom.

"Sigh. . . I should just ditch."

The boy's apathy was heavily evident in his low, mundane-ish voice; he had no accent, or feeling at all. Indeed, most would consider the boy to be a boring, loathsome person, and wouldn't normally associate, or so much as talk to him - he was an outcast amongst his fellow peers. A constant look of indifference plastered on his face, it was as if he felt no emotion, even towards the loudly playing music. Tired from sleep deprivation, he only wished to hurry to school, so he could go back to sleep.

As he reached the small school, he parked into a spot located next to a small, japanese manufactured car. From the car, could be heard loud music. Smirking, the boy turned his music up louder, in order to outdo the other persons music. The person in the other vehicle, a skinny, punk rock-looking archetype of a lad, no older than seventeen, flashed a wide smirk back at the boy, and turned his music up louder. The two were stuck in a contest of high volume noise, seeing who would relent first; unfortunately, a teacher intervened in their antics, and told them to cut it out.

"What's up, Biej?" (Pronouced "B-ee-j.")

The boy approached the punk rock archetype; For labeling purposes, we shall refer to him as "Lotus." The lotus laughed, nearly energetically, and replied:

"Nothing. Kind of sucks that we had to get caught playing our music."

Shrugging in absentmindedness, the boy simply gave a look of "Dunno';" he certainly didn't express much concern for the situation. The lotus was a lighthearted person; he went through his days as if he hadn't a care in the world. The boy was always brought into good spirits by the lotus' presence. He, and the lotus, walked towards the gym of the school. Home room would be there, that day. As to why, well, that's a different story. But, as the two young boys unsuspectingly approached their class, they did not know that, form afar, they were being watched by the eyes of two dark figures; their eyes, they could not see, nor even, at the time, conceive, in any fashion.

"So, is that them?"

"There is one more."

"Ah, I see. When they're all together, then?"

"Yes. That will be the time."

"Kind of strange, that these guys are the ones."

"It may not be as strange as you think."

Many hours later, the boy was laying on the roof of the small high school - he was sleeping, as he had planned to do. He had skipped all the classes, except home room, and had been napping on and off, smoking cheap cigarettes between waking and sleeping cycles. The boy never liked school - he wished to do more exciting things, and would normally be energetic during the school day. On that day, though, many things were on the boys mind. He had been having troubling vision, which haunted him - visions of monsters, and strange voices speaking to him. He wondered why these things were happening to him. Finishing his last cigarette, the boy fell asleep again; In the midst of his dreamland, filled with poetic, abstract visions of deep thought, and meditation, he heard a voice call out to him. The voice was sensually beautiful, and almost seductive. Each syllable was enunciated exceptionally well; indeed, the voice, which spoke, was a master linguist; an angel.

"Bryce. . ."

"How do you know my name?"

"Laughter. . . Despite our never meeting, I know you well."

". . ."

"At a loss for words?"

Suddenly, the boy was awakened by a kicked to the shoulder. Pulling himself upwards, and rubbing his shoulder to soothe the pain, he squinted his eyes to look at the person responsible for waking him. He knew well the person who kicked him; towering above him, the brawny, short haired, and pale-looking fellow looked down at the boy. He is known as the "brawny one." Usually very quiet, but funny, and sarcastic at times, he had exceptional stamina, endurance and strength. Even his wit was keen, and strong.

"What the hell are you doing up here?"

The boy yawned, and briefly ignored the brawny one's question. After getting up, he punched the brawny one, knocking him backwards, somewhat.

"Don't ever kick me again, Chad."

The brawny one was agitated at the boy's insolence, but forgave and forgot as soon as he felt small drops of rain begin to fall on him. He turned towards the boy, and calmly stated:

"It's about to rain. We should go to lunch. The teachers are probably angry with us right now, anyway; especially you, since you decided to skip every class today."

The boy stared off in another direction - he could care less about the teachers, or class, or what the brawny one thought. Even if the heavens opened up, and gushed forth a fountain of water that was of divine proportions, all he wanted to do was stay in that spot. He didn't why, but that particular spot on the roof attracted him, that day. The boy's strange behavior prompted the brawny one to physically begin pulling him; his greater strength made the struggling of the boy useless.

"C'mon, Bryce, you can't stay up here forever."

"Erg. Let me go, damn it!"

From far off came a voice. The voice called out the names of the boy and brawny one.

"Yo Chad, Bryce! What are doing?"

It was, none other than, the lotus, whom had called out to the two. Perplexed by the situation, the lotus asked:

"Uh. . . What's goin' on?"

The brawny one looked at the lotus with an aggrivated look across has face. Sighing, he replied to the lotus:

"Trying to get Bryce to come back to class."

The boy pulled lose from the brawny one's grasp. He straightened his shirt, growning and fidgeting in the process. The boy, and brawny one's eyes met in a wordless confrontation; fury and anger briefly clouded the stuffy atmosphere. After a moment, or so, both sighed, and backed off, walking in different directions.

They couldn't get mad at each other. There was no reason to. Remembering something, the boy turned around, and asked the two:

"Hey. . . Have you guys had any strange dreams, lately?"

The brawny one and the lotus looked at each other with puzzled looks on their faces. The boy continued:

"When I was asleep just now, I heard the voice of someone calling out my name. It was a. . . familiar voice, but I couldn't quite recognize it. That wasn't the first time, either."

There was a silence amongst them for a few minutes, until the lotus spoke:

"True say. . . I had a weird dream, too. About. . . monsters. . ."

The brawny one interrupted:

"I actually had a dream kind of similar to yours, too."

Thinking for a moment, the lotus quickly realized something:

"Wait. . . How did you know to ask us about this? Did you know we were having these dreams?"

The boy paused.

". . . I don't know. . ."

"Now?"

"Indeed. . .The gate is open"

"Oh, goody. . ."

Quite abruptly, the clouds opened up, causing the sunlight to shine directly upon the three. From the seemingly blinding light, came two large figures. One was humanoid, and had feminine qualities. She had six arms - in its middle right hand was a rapier, and in the left was small staff; her two top hands were held in a particular manner, where the palms were held forward, which symbolizes death in Hindu culture; in her bottom hands, were, in the left, a strange flower, and in the right a black vajra. She wore skimpy-type gothic outfit, with a dark blue glove on its middle left hand; belt-looking objects were wrapped around its legs. On her back, was a redundantly large halberd-type sword.

The other was much more masculine; he wore a hakama-type torso clothing, with red floral designs, and black gothic style jeans, with boots. The being was extremely muscular, with a face nearly obscured by thick, flowing dark blue hair.

Both of the beings were "dark" in nature. The aura that surrounded them was very powerful, and very negative. The three teens were paralyzed by their mere presence. The two beings landed on the roof, and didn't even seem to notice the three.

"So we're free now?"

The feminine being queried the large masculine being. He replied:

"Perhaps. We only need to worry about the digidestined."

"Hmph. Then, let's take care of them quickly."

Turning her head to look at the boys, she menacingly stated:

"Don't think we've forgotten about you three."

The three were completely taken back by the creature talking to them. Trying to break free from his fright, and not wanting to just stand around anymore while this was happening, the boy bit his lip, and clenched his fist. He took a few steps towards the evil-looking creatures, and asked in a harsh tone:

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?"

The female monster snickered at the boy's attempt to be brave. She turned towards the masculine one, and asked:

"Do we kill them?"

The question sent shivers down the spines of the three. They were all asking themselves the same question, which was: "What the fuck is going on?!" They tried to act; they tried to move; they tried to think, but it was all for naught. They were too awe struck by the power of the monstrous duo.

"I don't care. . ."

"I'll kill them, then. You just stand there, and look pretty."

As the hindu god-looking monster approached, the boy took a step back. He was frightened by what was about to happen; he was staring death in the face. The only thought going through his mind was the desperate plea to the unknown to help - he did not want to die, and was not simply going to let this twat kill him.

". . . AAAHHH!!!! DAMN IT!!"

In blind rage, and frustration, he rushed towards the monster, with his fist cocked back. Not even batting an eye, the creature raised her rapier, and cut the air, sending a black fissure of energy at the boy. Moments later, the boy was on the ground, blood pouring from his body - he was dying. His two friends, the lotus, and brawny one, they charged at the creature, too - needless to say, they met the same fate.

While they all lay there, their lives literally flashing before their eyes, they each sank into a cold unconsciousness. It seemed as though their story was over.

End Flashback

The boy sighed.

"So, I'm dead."

From out of nowhere, someone very obnoxiously loud interrupted him"

"Technically, yes."

Surprised, the boy turned around to find that it came from a computer screen, hidden within a bush.

"'Took a while to find you. I was quite worried."

Wanting some answers, the boy asked:

"What's going on? What is this world? And who are you?"

"This is the digital world, my friend, home to the digimon. My name is Genai(sp?), and you were brought here after Shidramon cut you down."

"Shidramon?"

Why does a name like that sound familiar?

"Indeed. Don't worry, you're in no danger, now, so you can stop running around like a maniac. Your friends are okay, too."

". . . Alright, but, . . . you've yet to tell me what's going on?"

"You'll find out, soon. In a few moments, a wolf digimon, named Garurumon, will come by; I'd like for you to follow his instructions."

"Sigh. . . Fine, if it will get me out of here."

There were many questions on the boys mind. But, at the moment, it seemed as though he'd have to wait a little while longer in order to get his answers.

End chapter one. Yeah, it's not exactly going in the direction I foresaw it going in, but all the same, I'll try to improve. My writing skills are crappy right now, since I haven't really been writing much material. I eagerly accept criticism, and even flames, just so long as you give me a truthful review.

And in case you're wondering, yes, this story will feature the digidestined. The series one and two digidestined, in fact.