The Tamers' Fight
Part I
By Jeff Lau
Disclaimer: Digimon and some of the characters in this Fanfic is a registered trademark of Bandai. Is that it? Noooooooo. I used one story part from Star Trek. So that's it.
CHAPTER ONE
The cold winds blew past Reika's hair as she walked out into the streets of Tokyo. She looked at her watch; it was almost two hours past midnight. Yesterday being her birthday, Reika had a sense of maturity at the age of 21. She was dressed in a hunter green cloak, and her dark leather boots made her feet ache.
Reika neared the site; she had seen the abandoned prison in her dreams many times. The broken down fences had rusted and rattled against the hard concrete slabs as Reika neared the center of the site; the walls were all torn down and the only remains of the building were the main lobby and the basement stairs. As her fingers grew numb, Reika opened the hatch to the basement area. She lit a candle, and it became brighter and much warmer in the small room.
As her breathing became heavy, Reika reached over to the rusty doorknob, and turned it slowly. The door creaked as it started to open itself. Reika listened around, and she heard only silence. She was about to walk in through the doorway when she spotted two sharp eyes staring directly at her. They flashed through the darkness, and a bolt of apprehension hit Reika suddenly. Reika sighed in relief, but too early.
"Renamon, that's you, isn't it?"
The shadowy figure stepped out, but it did not seem like Renamon. She had the same bushy tail, and the same purple markings, but she was covered in machine-like parts. Renamon looked at Reika, glaring.
"Makino, Reika. Rank: Lieutenant. Race: Human. You are not authorized to enter this sector. You will be assimilated."
As Renamon approached her, Reika backed away. She found herself cornered against the wall. Reika searched frantically around the room for a way to escape, but Renamon was already too close. Reika could feel Renamon's painful embrace of metallic weaponry upon her, and almost lost consciousness.
Reika felt only pain as blood dripped from her neck. She struggled to break free of Renamon, but she barely had enough strength to breathe. Then, Reika tried to find Renamon's motive. She only had three years of telepathic training, but it was worth a try. Reika fought her pain as she stared into Renamon's optical sensor. Reika's vision shot through Renamon's nerves and sighted Renamon; she was lost in her own mind. She had no metallic parts implanted on her, and she was looking around in her mind. Reika spoke to Renamon as gently as she could, even though she was in great pain.
"Dammit Renamon…I know that you are not Borg inside of you…you have to fight the collective…"
"I am Borg. You must be assimilated."
"Screw that. Who fucked you up like this?!"
CHAPTER TWO
Reika fought for what she thought as her final breath as Renamon finally released the grip on her. She coughed some blood out, and fell to her knees. Renamon showed a look of sympathy, an expression exclusive of the Borg.
Before Reika could stop her, Renamon dashed up the stairs and out of the prison. Reika struggled to stand up, and her cloak was stained with blood.
Reika wiped her wounds away and rushed up to find Renamon, as they used to be friends at one point. There was no sign of Renamon anywhere, and Reika dashed into the streets. She loaded her pistol, and ran into the streets as cars and trucks of all sorts whizzed past her. Reika turned a corner; she saw Renamon.
Part I
By Jeff Lau
Disclaimer: Digimon and some of the characters in this Fanfic is a registered trademark of Bandai. Is that it? Noooooooo. I used one story part from Star Trek. So that's it.
CHAPTER ONE
The cold winds blew past Reika's hair as she walked out into the streets of Tokyo. She looked at her watch; it was almost two hours past midnight. Yesterday being her birthday, Reika had a sense of maturity at the age of 21. She was dressed in a hunter green cloak, and her dark leather boots made her feet ache.
Reika neared the site; she had seen the abandoned prison in her dreams many times. The broken down fences had rusted and rattled against the hard concrete slabs as Reika neared the center of the site; the walls were all torn down and the only remains of the building were the main lobby and the basement stairs. As her fingers grew numb, Reika opened the hatch to the basement area. She lit a candle, and it became brighter and much warmer in the small room.
As her breathing became heavy, Reika reached over to the rusty doorknob, and turned it slowly. The door creaked as it started to open itself. Reika listened around, and she heard only silence. She was about to walk in through the doorway when she spotted two sharp eyes staring directly at her. They flashed through the darkness, and a bolt of apprehension hit Reika suddenly. Reika sighed in relief, but too early.
"Renamon, that's you, isn't it?"
The shadowy figure stepped out, but it did not seem like Renamon. She had the same bushy tail, and the same purple markings, but she was covered in machine-like parts. Renamon looked at Reika, glaring.
"Makino, Reika. Rank: Lieutenant. Race: Human. You are not authorized to enter this sector. You will be assimilated."
As Renamon approached her, Reika backed away. She found herself cornered against the wall. Reika searched frantically around the room for a way to escape, but Renamon was already too close. Reika could feel Renamon's painful embrace of metallic weaponry upon her, and almost lost consciousness.
Reika felt only pain as blood dripped from her neck. She struggled to break free of Renamon, but she barely had enough strength to breathe. Then, Reika tried to find Renamon's motive. She only had three years of telepathic training, but it was worth a try. Reika fought her pain as she stared into Renamon's optical sensor. Reika's vision shot through Renamon's nerves and sighted Renamon; she was lost in her own mind. She had no metallic parts implanted on her, and she was looking around in her mind. Reika spoke to Renamon as gently as she could, even though she was in great pain.
"Dammit Renamon…I know that you are not Borg inside of you…you have to fight the collective…"
"I am Borg. You must be assimilated."
"Screw that. Who fucked you up like this?!"
CHAPTER TWO
Reika fought for what she thought as her final breath as Renamon finally released the grip on her. She coughed some blood out, and fell to her knees. Renamon showed a look of sympathy, an expression exclusive of the Borg.
Before Reika could stop her, Renamon dashed up the stairs and out of the prison. Reika struggled to stand up, and her cloak was stained with blood.
Reika wiped her wounds away and rushed up to find Renamon, as they used to be friends at one point. There was no sign of Renamon anywhere, and Reika dashed into the streets. She loaded her pistol, and ran into the streets as cars and trucks of all sorts whizzed past her. Reika turned a corner; she saw Renamon.