I don't own Digimon blah blah blah
I do own the Irish digidestined I made up blah blah blah
If you want to use them ask me first
This is my first ever fanfiction, so please review it so I can improve my stories
FYI, this takes place about a month after Season 2
And now on with the story!
Enjoy!
PROLOGUE 1 - The Library
The silence was broken as a boy sprinted down the glazed corridor. Above in the roof beams, three figures pursued him. They sensed something about him. Something drew them to him. One of the figures unsheathed a large sword and struck the boy on the left arm. The boy screamed in pain, but kept going, trying to ignore the deadened limb. He made it out of the glazed corridor and made it to the intersection with the library corridor. He quickly turned and slammed through the doors. He had never run this fast in his life. Not since that time he had gone to that…other world.
He finally reached the automatic doors that led into the library. They didn't open. "Damn it," the boy shouted. He couldn't have been more that eleven years old, some people said that he was tall for his age, but he didn't know. And right now it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was his mission. His duty. The door was jammed for some reason. He quickly drew the 9mm handgun his brother had given to him in case something like this happened and fired 2 shots at the chain that made up the opening mechanism, freeing the door. He glanced down the corridor as the three dark figures slowly approached. The boy opened the door and closed them behind him, and turned the knob that made up the inside lock. "That should slow youse down. Right" he spun around, "Next part – logon" He ran over to a console that was hidden behind some shelves. That might buy him a couple of seconds. As quick as he could type with his only good hand:
>Decoreilly
>
The computer processed this data and displayed an answer:
>Username and password accepted
>Logon script initiated
The computer now burst to life as it logged this frantic user on. The boy looked through the shelf at the door.
BANG
BANG
BANG
They were trying to kick the door through! He had to act fast. By the time he looked back down the console had finished logging on. After he used the mouse to select the E-Mail account, he started typing painfully slow (Literally) with his right hand onto the keyboard.
BANG
BANG
CRACK
The lock started to give way. Hurry up!
SMASH!
A dark claw made a small hole in the metal door and reached for the lock. "NO!" The boy whipped out his 9mm and fired three rounds at the hand. There was a blood-curling screech as the arm retracted into the hole. He dropped the M9 handgun and turned back to the console.
BANG
CRACK
BANG
CREAK
They were getting through! No. Not yet. He hadn't finished his objective. As his heart beat faster, a point on his chest started to glow.
BANG
SMASH!
The punished door finally gave way. He quickly pressed 'send'
>…
>Message sent
There he had done it. He had finished his mission. He slowly turned around to see the three dark figures loom over him. One of them had blood dripping from three holes in his left arm.
"I have finished…my duty," the boy declared in a hoarse, tired voice. The glow on his chest stopped. He closed his eyes. "Do what you wish". The figures nodded in respect for the young boy's final words. "You put up quite the hunt, you got further than any other. You truly are one of the special ones," one of them said. The leader then punched the boy right across the face, knocking him unconscious immediately. He then turned to the others. "Take him to the lieutenant, he will be most pleased". They nodded, and one of them grabbed the body on the floor by the leg and dragged him out the door.
Just then, another dark figure entered holding a large black sack. He held it up to his leader. "I have captured his partner digimon. He could not put up much of a fight without water. What do you me to do with it?" The leader poked the large lump in the sack. "Good job. Take him to the machine and await transportation." The one carrying the sack swung it over his shoulder, and headed out the door. The leader soon followed, leaving the library empty…
…for now.
