Digimon Tamers 2:The Rise of Zero
Chapter 1
He ran.
Just like he did this morning, just like yesterday. Just like he began 2 weeks ago. Always running, never stopping, except when he wasn't being chased. A situation he hadn't been in for 2 days now. No rest, no food, just one foot in front of the other at speed. Running. Always running.
He risked a glance behind, his pursuer for the day was still there. He had lost count of how many different pursuers he's had, but pursuers they were, and chase they did.
Today's pursuer could be described as big, loud, and scary. Purple fur covered most of it's body, with white fur on it's hands and feet. 2 wings sprouted from it's back and a powerful tail swung behind. Red claws tore up the ground it ran across, as red teeth flashed inside it's white, gaping maw. 2 yellow, merciless eyes hungrily gazed at him, while it's mouth taunted him with words of fear.
"Keep running little one, I'm not tired yet."
It had been deliberately slowing it's pace as his own strength waned lower. But he had to keep running.
He had tried to change course, turning towards the woods in hope of losing his pursuer, but each time he tried, he was attacked, forcing him to turn back. There was no cover on the plains he ran across, no hills to break his pursuer's sight. No respite.
Now he just ran, slower and slower, but running nonetheless.
It was at this point that he felt...something. A tingling sensation, like static, in his ears. He looked round, and saw in the air, in front and to his left, a slight distortion. It was like everything was sucked into a single point. Not by a lot, but just noticeable. He could sense something there. Something through there. He could sense safety. Freedom. Rest.
He angled towards it, thoughts of hope in his mind. His pursuer saw his change in direction, and sent an attack his way, trying to herd him back into line.
"Power Metal!"
He jumped up at the sound of the incoming attack. The ground below and behind him exploded, sending dirt and grass high into the air along with him. He tucked himself into a ball and rolled on the floor once he landed. Immediately after, he untucked himself and continued running without losing speed.
He saw the distortion had become significantly closer, probably because of the blast. His pursuer was running faster to close the gap it unwillingly formed between them, cursing as it did so.
"Come back here you little wretch! You think you can escape me?"
He didn't know that answer. Even if he did, he wouldn't say so. The distortion was close now. He felt his fur stand on end, his tail billowing to twice it's usual thickness. Closer it came. Closer was the sense of freedom.
Behind him, he heard exactly what he didn't want to hear.
"Cannonball!"
He was so close to his goal, he couldn't just give up after all this time. He had to do something, anything, to ensure his efforts weren't in vain.
So he jumped. He jumped like he did the last time he was attacked, tucking himself into a ball at the peak of his height. He felt the attack race towards him. He felt, and heard, it slam into the ground beneath him. He felt the tip of his tail engulfed by intense heat, singeing it. A small wisp of smoke trailed from his now burnt tail as he was thrown into the distortion, and then everything went white.