Title: Lonely Destined
Chapter 1: The Bitter One
Author: Hahn
Summary: An alternate Season 3 story about a very different kind of Destined.
Notes: I haven't written anything except IronWings for a LONG time, so I'm a little rusty... Hopefully this doesn't suck too bad...
Disclaimer: Do I have to? Okay, it's not mine and never will be except in my dreams. There. I did it.
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She stood there, confidently, facing the shadows in front of her. Four Ultimates and a Mega, any one of which could easily take down a Digimon twice it's size. Just her, against them. And she stood there, calmly humming "If I Survive", the theme song to the game Kinetica. She could almost see the tension in the air. She pulled out her D-Arc and a Digi-Modify card. Striking a quick pose, she charged at the Digimon, singing out loud the last words of the song:
"But I swear your going down if I surviiiiiiiive!!!"
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You know one. I know one. There's one in every school, from elementary to high school. You know. THAT girl. She get's straight A's, perfect marks, and yet, she's always... in the background, so to speak. She doesn't talk to anyone unless she's spoken to, and when she talks, she's always so bitter, never caring about anyone. Well, at Odaiba Junior High, Marian Hope was that girl. She never got in trouble, or got anything but straight A's, but only because she was expected to. She was bitter to anyone and everyone she talked to. She was always sullenly walking around, brooding.
Everyone had there theories. They said, "Her mom hated her," "Her dad must have been a drunk," and things like that. She had had friends once. She could remember them. Barely. But something always happened to those who got to close to her. Some had gotten arested for drug abuse, some died in car crashes, some got themselves shot, some were locked up for crimes she wasn't even sure actually existed. Over time, she had just... givin up.
She knew what the problem was. She was cursed. The proof was right on her. She looked angrily at her arm, at the black mark on her arm. A circle, with another circle inside it and another in that and another in that. The one in the center had a cross through it. The next on out had lines that, had they lined up with the cross, would have made it bigger. And the next one out had similar lines, also incorectly aligned. And the outer one had smilar, misaligned lines. She knew what the symbol meant, had known from the moment of her birth what it meant. Despair. She couldn't help thinking that if she could just shift those lines, just complete the cross, maybe things would be alright. But she couldn't. So, she simply gave up.
There had been a time when she had started to recover, to pull herself out of the pit. That had been when she had met... him. His name was Marcus Fate. Like her, he had a curse. It haunted him like it did her. His symbol was a circular maze he said meant confusion. By his side, she had become happy again. She stopped being bitter. He brought out the best in her. Everyone said they were the perfect couple. Fate and Hope. Almost like it was destiny.
Then... it happened. It had seemed like a normal day. She headed to his apartment to chat with him. She knocked on his door. There was no answer. She waited. She figured he was probably just playing his PlayStation 2 and had the volume up to high, as happened sometimes. She tried to go in, but the door wouldn't open. She started to get worried. He never locked his door. Never. She tried to force the door, but it wouldn't open. She heard sounds from inside, saw flashes of light under the door. She banged on the door, but it wouln't open. Finally, there was a blast of energy, and the door blew off it's hinges, flying forward and pining her against the opposite wall. Coughing, she slipped out from under the door and ran into the apartment, calling Marcus' name. She foud him on the floor. She started. He was white. Very white. As she watched, his body seemed to shift, like it were made of billions of little squares, and whatever was holding them toghether wasn't doing a very
good job of it. She reached for him, and he simply broke apart, like a bowling ball had scattered the squares. The little pieces swirled around her once then flew out the window, with her calling his name the entire time. Finally she collapsed on the floor and cried.
After that, the old, bitter, Marian returned. The police searched for Marcus, but never found him, and eventually they gave up. And Marian continued to sink farther and farther into the pit of despair. Untill, one day, Her life was changed forever...
End Notes: Ohhh... A cliffhanger!!! Don't cha love 'em? *Dodges large object thrown at him by angry people* Okay, I guess not... Gotta go! *Runs*
Chapter 1: The Bitter One
Author: Hahn
Summary: An alternate Season 3 story about a very different kind of Destined.
Notes: I haven't written anything except IronWings for a LONG time, so I'm a little rusty... Hopefully this doesn't suck too bad...
Disclaimer: Do I have to? Okay, it's not mine and never will be except in my dreams. There. I did it.
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She stood there, confidently, facing the shadows in front of her. Four Ultimates and a Mega, any one of which could easily take down a Digimon twice it's size. Just her, against them. And she stood there, calmly humming "If I Survive", the theme song to the game Kinetica. She could almost see the tension in the air. She pulled out her D-Arc and a Digi-Modify card. Striking a quick pose, she charged at the Digimon, singing out loud the last words of the song:
"But I swear your going down if I surviiiiiiiive!!!"
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You know one. I know one. There's one in every school, from elementary to high school. You know. THAT girl. She get's straight A's, perfect marks, and yet, she's always... in the background, so to speak. She doesn't talk to anyone unless she's spoken to, and when she talks, she's always so bitter, never caring about anyone. Well, at Odaiba Junior High, Marian Hope was that girl. She never got in trouble, or got anything but straight A's, but only because she was expected to. She was bitter to anyone and everyone she talked to. She was always sullenly walking around, brooding.
Everyone had there theories. They said, "Her mom hated her," "Her dad must have been a drunk," and things like that. She had had friends once. She could remember them. Barely. But something always happened to those who got to close to her. Some had gotten arested for drug abuse, some died in car crashes, some got themselves shot, some were locked up for crimes she wasn't even sure actually existed. Over time, she had just... givin up.
She knew what the problem was. She was cursed. The proof was right on her. She looked angrily at her arm, at the black mark on her arm. A circle, with another circle inside it and another in that and another in that. The one in the center had a cross through it. The next on out had lines that, had they lined up with the cross, would have made it bigger. And the next one out had similar lines, also incorectly aligned. And the outer one had smilar, misaligned lines. She knew what the symbol meant, had known from the moment of her birth what it meant. Despair. She couldn't help thinking that if she could just shift those lines, just complete the cross, maybe things would be alright. But she couldn't. So, she simply gave up.
There had been a time when she had started to recover, to pull herself out of the pit. That had been when she had met... him. His name was Marcus Fate. Like her, he had a curse. It haunted him like it did her. His symbol was a circular maze he said meant confusion. By his side, she had become happy again. She stopped being bitter. He brought out the best in her. Everyone said they were the perfect couple. Fate and Hope. Almost like it was destiny.
Then... it happened. It had seemed like a normal day. She headed to his apartment to chat with him. She knocked on his door. There was no answer. She waited. She figured he was probably just playing his PlayStation 2 and had the volume up to high, as happened sometimes. She tried to go in, but the door wouldn't open. She started to get worried. He never locked his door. Never. She tried to force the door, but it wouldn't open. She heard sounds from inside, saw flashes of light under the door. She banged on the door, but it wouln't open. Finally, there was a blast of energy, and the door blew off it's hinges, flying forward and pining her against the opposite wall. Coughing, she slipped out from under the door and ran into the apartment, calling Marcus' name. She foud him on the floor. She started. He was white. Very white. As she watched, his body seemed to shift, like it were made of billions of little squares, and whatever was holding them toghether wasn't doing a very
good job of it. She reached for him, and he simply broke apart, like a bowling ball had scattered the squares. The little pieces swirled around her once then flew out the window, with her calling his name the entire time. Finally she collapsed on the floor and cried.
After that, the old, bitter, Marian returned. The police searched for Marcus, but never found him, and eventually they gave up. And Marian continued to sink farther and farther into the pit of despair. Untill, one day, Her life was changed forever...
End Notes: Ohhh... A cliffhanger!!! Don't cha love 'em? *Dodges large object thrown at him by angry people* Okay, I guess not... Gotta go! *Runs*