It was a normal day for Alex as he walked to the second day of class at his new school. Well it was almost normal, except for the think fog that had covered the morning despite it being the middle of August. He hated having to start school in this new school, in this new state, and especially in the middle of August! He had just moved from Los Angeles, California to No Where's ville, Iowa. He had no friend but had already made plenty of enemies. He was truly a California teen with his green hair and pseudo "I'm an outcast" black clothing. He thought about this as he walked to school when suddenly he got pushed to his knees by what looked like a giant Neanderthal on a bike. "Outa my way city boy" the pre Neolithic boy cackled. As Alex attempted to get up he fell to the floor with great force. More of the Iowa boys surrounded him and put a strange smelling rag to his face.
The next thing he knew, it was nightfall and he was tied to a scarecrow post, buck-naked. "Just fucking great," he shouted. "What the hell am I soppo-," he stopped dead in his sentence as a red light came rushing towards him. It stopped inches in front of him and it looked like some sort of Digivice. He had always been a closet fan of Digimon, but this was ridiculous! "Wow, now I'm hallucinating. What a warm welcome!" But then the Digivice began to speak.
" Are you ready to accept your destiny Alex Garcia?"
"Sure, why not?" he said. "
"Then grasp your Digivice."
"Ok, I'll do it with my free hand" he said sarcastically as he tried to move his arms that were tied Jesus- style to the scarecrow post.
"Grasp the Digivice, or it will grasp you" the Digivice responded, in almost an annoyed voice, or as annoyed as a robotic voice could sound while still sounding robotic. All of a sudden a red light appeared out of the Digivice and he ended up in a white room standing in front of two other people. A very beautiful girl with Latin skin a black hair walked up to him with a smirk.
"I didn't realize they let horse people become digi-detined," she said looking Alex up and down and the biting her bottom lip. Alex realizing he was completely naked covered his private parts.
"Digitize clothes," the girl commanded with such force and instantly he was covered in the attire he was wearing before being stripped naked. "Hi, I'm Celest," she added. "And you are…?"
"I'm Alex, but you can call me…anytime you want." Celest gave a laugh and her and Alex walked around the white room.
"How long have you been here?" asked Alex. But before Celest could answer, from the corned of the room he heard "Four hours, thirteen minutes and seventeen seconds."
"What?" he asked confused.
"That's how long she's been here. I counted. I'm Jimmy, I've been here for six hours, and fourteen minutes on the dot."
"He's very…" Celest trailed off when a booming voice came. It was the Digivice voice.
"Are you ready for your destinies?"
Three Digivices appeared in front of them. All three kids took their Digivices and for Alex a read light shot out revealing a red digi-egg, a yellow one for Celest, and a blue one for the boy whose name was Greg.
"Take these eggs, and rub them" the voiced directed. Each person rubbed their egg. To their surprise the same Digimon came out of all three eggs. Their Digivices showed it to be Trimon.. "Now, Point your Digivices at your Digimon and say the very first word that comes to your head." Alex shouted "Emotion!" and his Trimon turned into in training form of Demisorrowmon, it looked like a round head with spiked hair that came out like legs. Celest said "Foresight" and her Digimon becaome Preconstilimon, a digimon that lookedl iek a little yellow star. And finally Greg yelled "Freewill" and his Digimon became Oimon. It was a blue little head type thing with a red Mohawk all around him. It did not seem to fit him at all. The voice spoke once more "These are your Digimon! Treat the with care! And your Digivices will help you keep in touch. It is important the three of you stay in contact. There are over half a million dig-destined in the world out of the 7 billion who live on it. Consider your selves lucky. Now go. You will realize your duties as tamers and I am extremely confident in you. Farewell and good luck."
Next thing Alex knew, he was standing in the field with a head in his hands and a Digivice on his belt. "This is only the beginning," he thought to himself and walked home.