Present Time
Davis put his journal down, got his body out of the chair and started stretching himself out. He was going to have to get back to writing in a few minutes anyway, but he wanted to get something to eat first at least. That was until he heard a knock on his door. Confused since his parents were at work and weren't coming back for a couple hours, he walked up to it and answered.
"Hey Cody." Davis said when he saw that it was his young friend Cody who knocked on the door. Cody was ten years old, making him four years younger than this posed body Davis was in. But a hundred and twenty-seven years overall. He was also short for his age, only being a tad over four feet and had dark brown hair. He and Davis had been friends since Cody was seven. Interestingly enough, the person Davis had a crush on was also Cody's supposedly babysitter. Her name was Yolei, and she was twelve years old. A little young to babysit.
"What are you doing?" Cody asked Davis, and Davis was debating himself on if he should tell or not. He looked at the journal from the corner of his eyes, and then slowly nodded. This might be his only chance to tell anybody soon. So he decided to take it.
"Just writing something. I can read it to you if you want." Davis said and then Cody seemed to consider it. With a shrug and further a nod, he showed his approval to the idea. Davis led Cody into his room. Where Davis sat at the chair near his table and Cody sat on Davis's bed. "This is some of the events of my life. I will tell you right now that at first you won't believe me and that I am insane. But the further I read and you listen, the more reasonable I will sound and the more you will believe me." Davis warned Cody.
"Alright. I will take your word for it." Cody replied wondering why Davis had to give that warning. In he end, he wasn't that much older than him. Before he could think further on it, Davis started reading.
He read everything that he wrote on. Up from his thoughts on how it was like before he was born up until the end of the Civil War. He took no breaks and Cody listened in complete silence. It took nearly two hours to do, but when he was done Cody couldn't do anything besides nod.
"Interesting. You're exactly right. At first, I thought you were just making it up and I couldn't believe you. But as you went on, your descriptions became more solid and I started to believe you more. Now I can see that all this stuff really did happen and you weren't making this up." Cody said in approval, and then looked at Davis. "What are you going to do now though? You have such a long to go. Nearly a hundred and twenty years still. Or are you stopping at when you somehow found a way to look like a much younger person. Either way, you have a long ways to go and I just want to know how it will be done or what you will do now."
"I think that I will continue writing the story. That is the best I can do for now. Maybe you can stay over until I am done writing. I'm one of those people that like to read out loud while I am writing. So that way you would what I am writing while I am doing it." Davis told Cody his plan, and Cody seemed to like the idea. The idea of him staying over.
"Sure. Although it will probably have to be a night or two affair realistically." Cody told Davis, and Davis shrugged. He didn't have much to do for the weekend.
"Go ahead and call your parents telling them that you're staying at my house for now." Davis said, and Cody got up to do just that. After about three or four minutes he was back.
"They said they would drop by in a hour with my sleeping materials and a couple pairs of clothes. I told them I was staying the entire weekend and they seemed fine with it." Cody told Davis, and then got back on the bed.
"Well that means that we better get started. We could get quite a bit done in one hour. So we better not waste any time." Davis said as he started writing and reading out loud everything in the following.
DIGIMON ORIGINS (1865-1869)
After my father had let me use my mothers room for whatever I wanted, I instantly made it sort of like my work area for everything on developing the world that Tina and I had came up with. I didn't really think of my promise that much for the last two years because of the war, but it was time for me to repay my dues.
I cleared off my mothers entire work table and put it away in a box for safe keeping. This was so I could use it as a nice writing area. Most of the first week was getting boxes to put my mothers materials in. That was until on the last day I found a letter holder from her. It said that it was for me. Well I guessed it was for me when it said 'my unborn child' on the TO section.
I considered opening it there but I decided that I wasn't worthy yet. I would read it someday. When I thought that I had done something beyond myself and worthy of a letter from my dead mother. Who hadn't even been with me for five minutes. "This is for you though." I told the letter, and I had my father buy a couple of notebooks. Which was brutal to his wages and our living situation. To which I told him I was very sorry for.
I told my ink bottle and quill and started writing. The first sentence I wrote was July 7 1865, I am finally starting to write everything that Tina and myself came up with, and possibly some more after that.
After that first sentence, I reached a page and it was still only noon. So I decided to write until the night came by. Since I had no plans that day. By the time I stopped, it was nearly nine a clock and I had wrote everything done down from the first two meetings I had with Tina about it. I had written nearly eight pages and I was there for about nine hours just writing that. I was very impressed.
I told my father that I wrote a lot that day, but I never revealed about what though. I feared that he would just call me a crazy guy for writing about something that would happen if we were super duper high or something. "That's good, glad you're enjoying yourself in that room." He replied though, not suspecting anything.
"Dad, have you ever considered any sort of education for me?" I asked him, and he paused for a moment. Like I just dropped the bomb on him.
"Davis, we're poor. We barely live above the poverty line as it. Look at our house. If you were to take all my yearly earnings, and remove the amount to pay my house and provide food and other stuff for us, I barely have ten or twenty dollars left. Not nearly enough to provide you a year of school, much less twelve. No Davis, on this request, I will have to turn you down." My father replied, and I accepted what he said.
"How about you teach me at home?" I suggested, and then he looked at me confused.
"What do you mean?" He asked, and I explained my idea to him.
"You teach me at the same time as the school does their students, so it is like I'm going to school. But in reality it's at home. So it's free in a way." My father looked like this wasn't so bad a idea when I explained myself.
"How about we try that out. But you should still have the rest of your summer off." My father decided, and that ended our dinner conversation.
I spent three weeks writing every single one of the ideas Tina and I came up with down on paper. Such as the general setting and monsters that would live there. I was impressed with all that we had talked about and how much time seemed like it would be worth nothing. As she was gone, there was a huge part of the fun gone. It made me feel very sad on the inside.
When I finished all those ideas on paper, the journal had nearly a hundred pages on it. With some pages being crammed in on notes. Me forcing myself to write real tiny to get the sentence or idea down. I asked my father to take me to the graveyard the day after I finished all that writing. He seemed alright with it and led me all the way to the graveyard.
Once at the graveyard, I went right up to Tina's grave and opened the journal. I showed the pages to the gravestone like she could actually read it. I didn't care if people thought I was was insane or not. Then I went into a several hour talk to the gravestone about the exact details I wrote down. I felt more happy with the time I read to her gravestone and felt more at peace with her death at that point than I had pretty much since then.
When it was nearly midnight, I went back to my house and my father wasn't angry at me. Just surprised that I was gone for so dang long. "Trust me dad, I didn't know I had this much talk in me. I can surprise myself sometimes." I told him and I felt just stone tired then. "I will be heading right to sleep."
"Nice idea. You need all the sleep you can get. You're starting to grow now. Both physically and mentally. You need more sleep now than usual." My father replied, and that was the first time I pretty much ever heard anything about puberty ever.
Soon after, I was getting used to writing everything that I thought of down as the new ideas. Since I had nothing to go off with Tina anymore. It was getting to the point where papers couldn't fit in the drawers anymore. So I started sticking them on the wall and I could read at the papers every time I looked up. One section was talking about how towers could be made to show the position of power.
One week after that, there was almost a entire wall covered up with papers and after a month I saw that most of the walls started to get covered up. My father would hardly come in to see what I was doing. Only once every week or so he would poke his head in for a second.
My routine was that I woke up, had breakfast and went to the room. Came out for lunch and then went back in. Then had dinner and went back in for another hour or two. Then I went to bed. Every Sunday I would come out of the house to visit my friends. Such as Gaven, Tiffany, and Butch. They were the only ones aside from my father who had any idea I was doing so much writing. Although none knew what I was writing about.
July had passed and August wasn't much different. I remember one day when I went to the bathroom to do my business there when I took my pants down to sit down. I just noticed then that there was hair starting to grow at my lower genital area. I was confused and I didn't do anything about it. I just finished my bathroom visit and asked my dad about it.
"That is showing that you are now in puberty. It's a phase in all humans once they reach the teenage years when your body starts going through serious changes. Such as growing hair on other parts of your body or growing taller, having odd sleeping and eating habits. I went through it to. Don't worry about it. It lasts a few years for all males. Since you're twelve now, I would assume that it will end for you once you are sixteen or seventeen. I started when I was fourteen and finished when I was about nineteen." My father explained puberty to me and I didn't think that it was that odd actually. I got the concept down actually.
"Do I start changing my interests?" I asked, and my father seemed to think about it.
"Most people do. But there are a few that don't." He answered and that was the end of the conversation. I just went back to the room and continued writing.
On August thirty first, one day before my father agreed that he would start doing that teaching to me, I showed him the room and just how much I wrote.
He seemed stunned. "This is insane. You did all this over summer. I was never this dedicated to anything that I wrote in my life. Man what drove you to do it?" My father said all these things while he was checking it out. Even reading a few of the pages that he picked up. I thought on the best way to explain it.
"Tina and I thought of all these things. For a new imagination for a world and this was all the stuff that we came up with." I said pointing to the notebook he bought me soon after my birthday. Then I sort of moved my hands around the rest of the room. "But everything else I made. What do you think?"
"I am sort of at a loss or words. I'm impressed in a way that you were able to stick with something that hard. Perhaps I can read more over time, but I think that we need to get ready for you to sleep. So we can be ready for you to start your year of me teaching you." My father left my room and I got ready to sleep.
The school thing, well not really school but my father teaching me was a nine month experience. Like normal school years. He was trying to get me caught up with reading, history, math and how general sciences that year.
"The Americans weren't always having control of this country that we live in. We were once ruled by Britain and that lasted the American Revolutionary war in the years of 1775 to 1783. After we won the war we had become our own country and our first president that we ever had is a man named George Washington. He won a nearly perfect vote from all thirteen at the time states. Delaware was our first state in the union and one of our smallest. I think it actually is the smallest or second smallest. Anyways, we are on our seventeenth president since Lincoln was number sixteen and he was killed in office just a few months ago." My father told me in one of the lessons. I will only explain a couple of the lessons since I don't remember that many and I don't want this to go on any longer than it already will.
Another one of the lessons that he gave me was simple math works. Since I never really done much of math before in my life. He said I probably know the basic additions and said that he won't bother on that too hard. Stuff that he taught me was like fractions, division, multiplication, exponents and other things that people that age should be expected to know. I know most people hate math and everything, but I found myself having a easy enough time with it. It was just the first week or two I would say that I had a harder time at it.
One final thing I would talk about was his simple teaching of reading and comprehension. Since I didn't read too much in my life up until that point, I didn't really respect it that much and grow to like the stuff that it did have to offer. Trust me, reading does have a bit to offer. You just have to find the right book or paper to pick up. My father also talked a little bit about the Civil War. Like the battles in it, the death toll (which he said was at least one hundred thousand) and like how there was a lower part of the country that wanted to separate from us but since the northern won the war that country wasn't able to withstand any more.
Well, I think that you get the basic gest of it. So I will explain more of what I was wanting to really talk about. After the nine months or so that I was learning from my father we decided to just sort of have the next months off of education almost like I was in the normal school system. I would say that it was June nine or ten when we decided to do that.
The day that we came to this agreement my father decided to let us go to a hotel in town. One whole weekend of just staying in a place that was not in my normal house. I asked Gaven and Tiffany how their school year went and they said that it wasn't that eventful but there were some cool stuff they learned. Butch when I talked to him actually said he misses school. Calling it the one place he could hang out with friends and when the war started and he left he lost most of them. He told me it was a shame that I never got to go to school properly and was forced to settle with at home education.
When my father and I had reached the hotel room for us to stay at, he gave us a proper registration. I think I only went to a hotel once or twice in my life. Another thing I was excited about was that it was three weeks until my thirteenth birthday. My father talked about how much he and my mom loved to be at the hotel and he stated that was where they went every time they wanted to have sex with each other. A little more than I wanted to know, but why not just take it in I guess.
"Hey father did you every want to see your older sister again?" I asked randomly because I just had a random remembrance that he had one who left when he was seventeen. His blank looks on his seemed to indicate that he never thought about it before.
"I guess maybe once or twice. I was more concerned about getting my job at the store. I was trying to provide a somewhat stable living life for me to live on my own. When we, I mean me and your mother, when we dated it was just sort of dragging your ass on the ground. That was how hard it was to pay for everything. I was very young when I had you. I was only twenty-three years old. Barely old enough to get some college degree." My father said as he flopped down on the bed. "Promise me one thing Davis. When you have a family, provide the best living possible. Even if it takes all your money and you have nothing left for yourself, provide for them until you can't anymore. One thing my father said to me that I will repeat to you is that someday the best gift of a father would be complete. That their child becomes a parent so you can pass their love onto them and you can truly see my love towards you."
After that he was just down. I tried to get more out of him, but he was just asleep and not having it. Wow, he must have been tired. I was trying to think of something to do. Maybe go around the hotel a little bit. I put on my shoes and walked out of the room to go into the hotel hallways.
I was seeing some young girls walking by with only shorts on, older man who were trying to run by for job interviews and some people out smoking in the hallways. Just the sort of mix that you would normally expect. I walked on outside and took in a nice breath of fresh air. 'Gods light will save us' I thought randomly. I don't know why I had that thought but I accepted it.
After I walked around the general area for a couple minutes I decided to get up and walk a little further away. When I heard a sort of noise. Like a monster was spying on me. I was scared to think of it so I went right back into the hotel and ran right into our room. I flopped right on the other bed after I slammed the door shut. I knew I must have been over killing it but I was scared at that moment. I closed my eyes after a few minutes.
I had a dream where I was seeing something trying to escape from somewhere. Like they were imprisoned and they were wanting to leave. "Kill him I must. Only way to rule digital world." The voice said and then there was silence until another voice popped in.
"There must be a alternative. He is young and not understanding. Can you wait for a few years?" The second voice said and I was forced wide awake when I thought I heard the voice again and was followed with yelling from my father.
I opened my eyes and saw a giant Minotaur looking thing our room. I jumped on up scared but I knew that it couldn't be real. Those were from Greeks myths. Then I was trying to recall something in the past and sort of got something. It might have been something I came up with when I was doing that stuff all summer. I was forced to try and remember the legend of the Minotaur. Theseus killed it in the labyrinth in the legends if I remember correctly.
But what value was that going to serve? I was facing one in front of me and I thought I heard a odd voice. "Minotaurmon, champion level. Watch out for the gun on their left left." The voice said and I then noticed the gun right as it was about to shoot it.
I jumped off my bed and grabbed my dad when I landed on the ground. I bet the impact was really harsh but I didn't really care. "Davis get out of here. I will follow you." My father said and I was scared. How could he hope to last more than a few seconds against a bull monster thing with a gun for their left hand.
"But father what if I don't want to?" I asked him desperately wanting him to understand. He shook his head and forced me off of him. He looked at me firmly. The Minotaurmon fired a shot in our direction and almost hit us. They only missed us by a matter of inches. I believe that maybe it was on purpose.
"I will not let you argue this one my child. You will leave now." My father said and I looked at both him and the monster. I decided that for this case he was right. I had to go. I started running out of the hotel room and ran down the hallways. The Minotaurmon came out running after me and left my father alone. When i was at the end of the hallway I saw the monster raise their hand up and lower it.
"Earthquake Drill!" I heard it say and I was confused that it had any vocabulary. But I was distracted from that fact when I saw it advancing at me again like that never happened. When they were a few feet away from me I heard the hotel start shaking and parts of the ceiling starting to lower.
I had to think. There were people in this hotel that probably have no idea what is going on. I need to find a way to get them out of here. I then had a idea. I ran back to my hotel room and grabbed a bunch of pieces of paper, my father wasn't in the room. So I assume that he took his chance to get out of the room. I hoped that I was right on this on.
After I got the papers I grabbed a matchbox and started to run for the exit of the hotel. The Minotaurmon shooting bullets at me and even hit my shoulder a little bit on one. The walls were covered up with holes and some rooms looked like they just went through a war zone. Believe me I know how they look. But I did make my way outside with the Minotaurmon following me.
Once I was outside I got myself a comfortable feet away from the hotel so the Minotaurmon wouldn't be tempted to fight me inside or try to go back inside. However they took this as their chance to start shooting at everything in the town. I looked around horrified. I had to use these matches somehow.
I ran at the Minotaurmon and they put their gun right at me. When they started firing I was able to jump over several, duck under a couple and run around some. I had no idea how I found the ability to do that but I didn't care at the moment. I was safe for now. But then I lit a few of the matches and put one in each of the gun holes. One in each nostril, one in the mouth and several in a circle all around it. Starting a fire where they were at and burning it alive.
There I was watching the Minotaurmon on fire and before they died they shot one more large bullet in the air to create a large hole in the ground. Then the fire consumed them and even the fire faded away like the entire encounter never happened. Aside from all the obvious destruction. I knew that I had to get out before anybody would accuse me of being responsible.
I was nearly on my way out of the general area when I thought of something important. My father was still in there. I stopped my plan and started running to out hotel room. Inside, he was on the ground. Not terribly wounded or anything but it was obvious that if he was hit it was a pretty big one.
"Is it gone?" My father asked me and I picked him up. Surprised by how light he was I put him over my shoulder and started running out of the hotel and back to our house. Through the room window. Which was a stupid idea but at the time I just plain didn't care.
"Yes father it is destroyed. I wonder what the heck that was." I assured him but I wasn't sure if I was assuring myself or not. But at the time, I wasn't important. My father was the priority this time.
With that thought in mind, I ran even faster to the entrance of my house and I could feel my leg starting to get weak from the long distance and the extra weight. But I took no breaks during the entire run. When I was getting close to the house entrance, I just about dropped at the door. Although I finished by getting inside then dropped at the ground. Panting and sweating I was possibly the most tired I ever felt. My father would let the subject go today but once I woke up tomorrow, all he would care about was this.
The next day when I woke up my father was ready to start asking me pretty much what the heck happened that previous day. "Davis, why was there a monster that attacked us? What was that anyways?"
"I don't know to either of those questions. I have a theory. I have no clue if it would hold up at all though, but still got one nonetheless." I answered and my father like instantly wanted to know what my theory was.
"What do you think it was for?" My father asked seriously and I knew that there was no point in hiding the theory from him. He was my father after all.
"I feel like what attacked us possibly connected with those things I made and wrote down on those papers over last summer. I remember writing in something like that in one of my things. But I have no idea beyond that what they would be doing and why they would be here. Here of all places, when they are not even real." I sat down on the couch, not being able to live with the possible thoughts that I may have been responsible for the creation of something as horrible as that.
"But they are fake. Or as most would say. I know one very odd person indeed who might try to counter this statement and try to make sense out of it. Given what happened I would be surprised if he even tried in this case." My father said and looked out the window.
I was desperate. Perhaps even more than my father in this case. So I would let him do whatever needed to be done here. I would let him show me to this man if it was the only way that there could be any sense out of this. "Let me see him." I requested and my father turned around. As if I made a really bad choice when I said that. I didn't know why but I soon regretted saying that because of his expression.
"Are you sure? He's a very crazy man. I don't mean that lightly. He is possibly one of the most insane people to have ever wandered this town. But if you really want to see him I guess I can lead you to his house. Just don't blame me when he scares the crap out of you." My father told and I really didn't have that many worries going in considering I just lived through a war and had to fight a monster of myth last night. Although I was pretty sure the myths didn't have the Minotaur using a gun. Just a safe assumption.
"Please show him to me." I said assuringly and my father got himself up like he knew he wasn't going to win this fight. He tapped my shoulder and I took that as my cue to start walking over to the old mans house.
The old mans house was at the very edge of town. There was no path over to it and the house looked very worn down. Not quite like how you would imagine a haunted mansion, but not much better either. I could see the spider webs on the fence and that was sure indicator that this man did not care one bit about the outside of his house. Heck even the roof looked rough. Like it had went through a storm. Then I thought of something. What if this place was near a place in the war? Considering that one battle I saw near the town it was entirely possible.
My father knocked on the door five times in a quick row. As if that was the rule to get the persons attention. We waited for a couple minutes and my father seemed like we should give up when there was a creaking noise. The door was opening up a very small amount at a time, and with each inch the door opened the more I saw a old man there in front of us.
"Hello James, I wouldn't have ever thought that I would see you again. What brings you here?" The old man said and then my father showed him me. As if the meeting had to get serious then.
"I brought my son here. I'm worried that he is in grave danger. Can you talk to us for a moment?" My father told the old man and he looked at me. When his face eased out I assumed that he was okay with spending some time talking to us about whatever problem was coming up here.
The old man let us in and he led us to his living room. Which actually was in worse condition than the outside of his house. Like there was muddy water all over the ground and the couches all had mold on the seats. The books were wet and unreadable. The bookselves looked like they were cracked and about to fall apart. The lights were unable to work which was no surprise. The old man sat down on one of the moldy couches. He looked at me as if he read my thoughts.
"What's the point in cleaning my house? As I age the house does to. Why not show it. Makes it more great to experience. I requested the town owners to destroy the house the day I die so the house would go down with me. With me inside of it as well." The old man told me and I had a very hard time following any of his logic.
"Anyways, let's talk about why we truly came here." My father said, not sitting on any of the couches. He just stood up the entire meeting, I took his example. "We were attacked yesterday by this monster. I know how much you like to do studies on this type of thing so I assumed that you would have some sort of theory behind of this." My father told the old man.
"Alright. You said this was more about your son then it was about you. Let me ask him some questions and maybe that will help me a little bit." The old man told my father and my father didn't argue or anything. "What is your name young child? My name is Mr. Mortar. I study unlikely worlds all the time and try to decide if they have any sort of chance of being real here."
"My name is Davis." I answered Mr. Mortar and told him of the situation. "So when I was younger, I had a few friends who I hung out with. One of them was a young girl who was my age and we came up with this one world in our minds. One were monsters lived freely and were ancient stuff were not ruined. Such as old pyramids. But we also had stuff that we have never really seen before in real life. Such as devices that could wash our dishes. Which I still want to see happen. Anyways, during the war that had just happened she and most of my other friends died. Aside from one who went to join the war and I have not really seen him yet that much since then. Maybe once or twice in the last year. I wrote all the stuff that we had came up with in a notebook last summer and I wrote my many new ideas on more paper and it started to become a large project. One that I thought didn't have to come back. Until yesterday, when that attack happened. I worry that this world has somehow broken reality and has started to come here."
Mr. Mortar looked at me like this could make or break the entire case. "So Davis, do you believe in other worldly activities? Such as ghosts, evil shadows, angels and aliens." I was about to say no for a moment but then I remembered some of the stuff that I had seen at the end of the war last year.
"Yes I do believe in them. I didn't for a while, but now I do." I answered and then Mr. Mortar got up from the couch and then put his hands on my face. He looked like I just put evil onto this world and it was all my fault.
"Sir, show me a page of your work. I will need to look over it and I will tell you in a couple days what I have come up with." Mr. Mortar said very solidly. I decided to listen to him.
"Yes sir." I said without consideration and left the house. I ran the entire way to the house and wasn't really even that tired when I reached it. I went to my mothers room, now my room and grabbed a piece of paper. I thought I heard for a moment my mothers voice.
"It's not your fault." The voice said and then I didn't hear anything else from them after that. I decided that I was just going crazy and that this didn't really happen. If only Tina was around then we could make a choice together. I went back to Mr. Mortar's house and handed him a page of my work.
"Thanks Davis, come back in a few days after I looked it over. In the meantime, write more into this world so it can grew more. Every time you come on over here bring a new page of your writings so I can look at it more." Mr. Mortar told me as I agreed to what he said. My father led me out of the house and I can't remember anything else from that memory.
Two days had passed and I wrote another three or four pages on details talking about the new world as Mr. Mortar requested of me. My father thought that two days was enough time and that I should visit him again. He was trying to decide if he should come along or not. I asked him if he wanted to though.
"Actually, I won't go this time. Just tell me how it went when you come back. I will come next time though." My father said and I let the choice go. It was what he wanted to do and I was perfectly fine with it. Besides, I didn't him to watch over me all the time, did I. I took care of myself during the Civil War.
"Okay I will see you later father. I wonder what mother would say about this if she were around." I said as I walked out. I could tell father seemed very sad over even the mention of mother. I looked back at the house, not at all knowing then that this would be one of the last times I see it for the next several years.
I knocked on Mr. Mortars door with the new pages in my pocket. He answered the knock after I did it the exact way my father did it. He looked happy to see me though. Like he got over the whole 'you did this' phase.
"Hello Davis, nice to see you again. Come inside. I don't want anybody hearing us while we speak here. Or else they might start getting ides for themselves. Let's talk about each of our progresses." Mr. Mortar patted the door handle as he said that. When he was done with saying that and his patting, he led me back to the original meeting place.
"What progress have you made here?" I asked him and handed him my new papers. To show him the progress that I made. He looked over it for a couple seconds before putting it in his own pocket. He seemed like it was time to get right down to the busniess part of everything.
"Yes, I have made a decent amount of progress." He replied and then took out a box for me to open. As if the next answers were inside of there. "I think I found a way for you to go into the world that you have made. I don't know what would be in there and what you should expect. This is a one time usage item. The item will only work for five minutes. I will time it so you can get out in time. If you don't get out in time then you are stuck in there until I make the next box. Which I think with these new papers I can do and make the time limit last a little longer." Mr. Mortar was saying in a very fast tone. I had no clue what he was saying at first until I asked him to repeat himself. To which he did but in a much slower fashion.
"Okay so I just open it?" I asked him and he nodded as if I was correct so far. He told me to get a few more feet away so I wouldn't risk taking anything in the room with me. I did as he asked and the box sucked me in through the light that it made upon opening it.
Once inside, everything seemed to be in a mist. Like it wasn't used to having a human inside of it. I looked around and saw a light pole in the distance. I was surprised to such a thing and I went up to it in a very cautious matter. A little worried that it would do something to me if I touched it.
I saw something else in the shadow. Some red eyes glowing. The eyes seemed to get bigger the more I stared at them. Which I only added up later mean that the thing, whatever it was got closer to me. I had one choice, and that was to try to reach the place that I entered this area in.
With that, I started running away very hard. As if this could kill me. Which I bet it could. I did look back once to see what it was though. I saw a white lion, like something that would have lived in the snowy mountains. It looked great but I didn't get much of a chance to look over it when I saw that it took out a white sword when it got close to me.
Right as the lion was just about to take a slice at me I jumped through the thing that got me sucked in. I just noticed that the mist started to fade away the more I was there. To the point where the general area was somewhat seeable by the time I was done being in there. Mr. Mortar looked at me when I came back. As if he were timing.
"Three minutes and thirty one seconds you were in there." He said and then wiped the dirt off my shirt and body. "What do you think from that little get in?" I panted, getting really tired of all this running and attacking. Why couldn't I live a normal life? First the war, then this.
"It was a little more then I really wanted." I admitted and then seemed to consider the lion that I just saw. "Do you think that there will be more of these coming here?"
Mr. Mortar looked like he wasn't really worried about that detail at this very second. "I bet that they can. There is something else to think about though. That is that this world is very much real and these monsters are mostly likely not just a one time mishappening. Something is up and this world will become more developed over time. I don't know how, but you created an entire world somehow. Time to you to go back I think. I bet your father is worried. I have more work to do."
I respected his wishes and left his house right then and there. This was out of hand now. I went back home and told my father everything that had happened in there. He seemed like he felt the same way as me. Like this whole thing was just going way to far and neither of us had any sort of idea what we should do.
"Whatever happens Davis, know that I respect your choices and we should find a way to go through this as adults. At thirteen you need to start making some adult choices since you are now two thirds of the way to being an adult." My father told me and I was confused about the thirteen comment. Considering the fact that I didn't actually turn thirteen until for like another three or so weeks. But I didn't comment on it. Since he was trying to make a point.
"Yes father. I will probably return in another few days to listen to what he has to tell me." I gave my father my next plan and father started rubbing my hair. This was his way of telling me that it was okay and that everything will calm down sooner or later. Something I wasn't so sure if I can believe anymore.
I went to sleep and heard my father doing the talking to mothers spirit sort of thing again. "Davis said that this man claims he made an entire world and now it's starting to get back at us. What do I do Elle? Our son is growing up but he might never grow up considering what is going on here. Or am I over thinking all this? Please tell me somehow." My father prayed again and went to bed himself.
It was three days since my last visit to Mr. Mortar's house and I thought that I would drop by at his place again. But first I would hang out with my main friends. Introduce Tiffany and Gaven over to Butch, and perhaps get them to be friends. First, I was at Butch's place.
Butch now lived in his own place after he came back from the war. Since he was now almost twenty-two years old, he had the liberty to do that. When he saw me knock on his door, he was surprised that I remembered where he lived. "Hey Davis, you actually remembered where I am now. What are you here for?"
"I wanted to show you to some of my other friends in town. I thought that you might be a tad curious on who I hang out with now. After that incident." I answered not wanting to go into further description besides saying 'that incident'. Butch knew exactly what I meant. Then again, how would he not? He probably remembers it much more than I do.
"Show you can show them to me. I don't have too much going on today. Where do they live? Or are you going to show them to me yourself?" Butch got his coat on and stepped outside. I told him that I would led him there myself so he wouldn't have to go on a hunt to find it by himself.
"They're closer to my age range. Until most of the friends I used to have that were all older than me. Besides Tina, who was the only one who was my actual age. I bet the older I get the more friends I will have that will be younger than me." I spoke to him about them a tiny bit on my way there. Butch looked like he wanted to get it over with mainly.
Once at the door of Tiffany and Gaven's place, I knocked on their door and Tiffany was the one who answered it in this case. She seemed confused when she saw Butch, since she had never seen him before today. Still even then she got Gaven's attention for him to come on out.
Gaven got to the door and he wasn't wearing too much. Aside from some underwear. It was a odd sight that I never thought I was going to witness. "Hey Davis, who's that with you? He doesn't look like he's your age." Gaven was looking up and down Butch's body, as if wondering why I was hanging out with a man in his twenties.
"He's almost a decade older than me. I've known him since I was six years old." I told them, and Butch corrected me. Saying that it was actually since I was five years old. "Want to hang out?"
Tiffany and Gaven looked at each other. As if trying to decide what to think of my response to Gaven's statement. Soon enough though Gaven went back inside to put on his clothes and was ready to hang out with us. When he was outside again he looked at me as if he expected me to introduce everybody. "Tiffany and Gaven, this is Butch." I did the introduction simple and right to the point. After that, all four of us left the yard and started walking around.
"This was one of my first friends. I had several others but they all died during the war. That was when he went off and joined the fight. Although he never told anybody what side he was one. I had one other that survived to see him leave but she died for reasons that I don't want to get into." I explained to Tiffany and Gaven how I first met Butch. Then I took the time to explain to Butch how I met Tiffany and Gaven. "I was just walking around one day in the war. It was during the time that you were gone. While going around, I saw these two doing pretty much the same thing. We talked for a little bit and sort of became friends with them. Almost the same way I became friends with you."
After I mentioned that Butch went off to go to the war, Gaven got a sudden interest in the guy. As if that was the detail that he needed to reel him in. "What was it like during the battles? Did you ever get wounded? Did anybody close to you die during the battle?" With those questions Butch answered with: Horribly brutal, yes a couple of times, and I don't want to talk about that.
"We've sort of been raising ourselves for a while. Our parents aren't dead, they're just away right now. I bet if we leave this town we will see them again." Tiffany said and Gaven didn't look as if he were as confident in that statement.
"I have to talk to somebody later today. Because of some personal stuff that I don't know if you would quite get." I said and then remembered that I had that meeting with Mr. Mortar. I had to pretty much go right then and there. "Okay sorry you guys. Go ahead and talk all you want. But I have to talk to that person right now." When I said that, I ran off. Butch looked at Tiffany and Gaven as if they were curious why I did.
First I went back to my house to get my father aware of the fact that I was now on my way over to his house. "Okay I will come with you." My father answered when I told him that and he got himself up. Once we were outside, he closed the door and he kept his arm around my shoulder while we walked for the first several feet.
"I wonder what that guy has to say about the whole thing now." My father told me, and I was just as curious about it. If not even more curious. I still sort of felt bad for leaving Tiffany, Gaven and Butch like that.
Everything was alright until we got within twenty feet from Mr. Mortar's house. That was when it all went wrong. A three headed dog jumped down out of nowhere and started breathing fire in my direction. I was so shocked that I fell right on the ground to keep myself somewhat hidden. I felt like I heard Tina's voice. 'Cerberumon. Ultimate level digimon that comes from hell to fulfill one job. Kill the person it was sent after.'
I think even my father heard that voice because he yelled ready loudly "Get out of there now! Go to the house this second!" I didn't argue, I tried running all the way to Mr. Mortar's house. Just twenty more feet I was telling myself when I felt a bite on my foot. Looking down, I saw that Cerberumon got my foot.
I went right to the ground, barely even able to get up much less walk. The Cerberumon got their paws right on my chest, which scrapped it pretty badly. Right when they were about to breath fire at me to make me their lunch meal, I heard a gun shot.
Mr. Mortar was coming out of his house with a shotgun. He shot Cerberumon three times in the chest area, once on the legs and once more in the head. The digimon was now still after the head shot. When we all realized it was destroyed, my father looked at him with new found respect.
"Thanks for saving my child. What can I do to repay you?" My father said when Mr. Mortar lifted me up. He looked at my father, as if feeling bad he had to ask this next question in the first place.
"I need your child to stay with me for the next day or two. I will double my work and try to figure out what is going on. I added a barrier so that none of these monsters can get inside. So your child will be safe for a little while longer. When I figure it out I will tell him what is going on and tell he will be welcome to go back home. Besides he needs rest." Mr. Mortar explained as he was setting me on one of his moldy couches, which I didn't care about then. My father was following him the whole time he was getting me situated.
"If you think that is best then so be it. Just remember to send him back when you are done." My father told him and then left as if he was feeling like he was in our ways. Mr. Mortar looked at me as if truly amazed I survived all this so far.
"Just go to sleep. Don't wake up until I am done. I will be studying until I figure something out. I won't sleep until I find something, even if that means I have to stay up an entire week without sleep." He moved his hand across my face as if that was the best sleeping method. I closed my eyes and was out right away.
Nothing was too wrong with how I slept I will admit. But Mr. Mortar woke me up like he said he would and I could swear he looked like he was about to fall asleep right there. "I think I figured something out. I want to hear what you think."
"How long have I been asleep?' I asked him while getting adjusted to the terrible smell and looks once again. Mr. Mortar sat down on the other couch and slapped his hands on his legs.
"You were asleep for twenty-six hours. Which is alright since I told you to sleep. It's still noon but it will be evening when you leave." Mr. Mortar said 'when you leave' in a way that made it sound like it was beyond just going back home.
"What do you mean by when I leave?" I asked Mr. Mortar and the old man cleared his throat and looked at me right in the eyes. I knew with that face that I was going to hate this idea.
"When you leave for your little adventure. Yes to solve this all you will have to go out of town. Almost across the entire state to get it all done and taken care of." Mr. Mortar said and I felt like he just piled a bunch of bricks on top of me. I would later on in life figure out how that feels exactly.
"Why do I have to go? Can I just have a normal life?" I asked. I mean how would I be able to handle all this? I was only twelve, and I only started to realize that this fake world I came up with a dead friend is real. Got attacked twice in a week and found out I have to leave home. I think I was reacting reasonable here.
"Do you want to live the rest of your live living the possiblity that you will be hunted until the day you die an will never live a normal life?" Mr. Mortar asked me and I thought upon it. That would be pretty bad but I wondered how leaving on pretty much a suicide mission would help me with that.
"Okay you have me listening. Just explain to me the purpose of leaving on a adventure like this. A adventure that will as you say pretty much go around the entire state." I told him and Mr. Mortar looked like I had made the right choice when I replied that way.
He sat down and told me some of the basic details. "I got the fact that something is hunting you down to kill you. Something wants to see you dead and are sending these monsters out to get you can go around the state and find the monster that is behind all this, I feel that you can get all this behind you." Mr. Mortar tried telling me and I was still not following exactly.
"Why would there be a digimon that wants to kill us?" I asked the old man and he seemed to face as if that was the part he was a little uncertain of. I had no idea why I said digimon, maybe it was a name that just came to my head.
"I believe that because that world that you imagined has shown itself to be real, that it will as it goes on further won't need your life force to live on. The monster, or digimon as you just said, wants to take over this world for some reason is my prediction. You living is the biggest problem with that, since you are the one that made it. If you die, then they can rule the world on their own. I feel like that is the main reason. It's odd but the only thing that I can think of."
But I was only in that world for like a couple minutes once in my life. I feel like if they wanted to rule it they wouldn't need my death. Since I was unaware that this thing was even real until just a few days ago. If they never attacked me, their wanting to rule anything would have been blind to me and they could have done it with no trouble.
"I don't get it." I said and explained what I had just thought of to Mr. Mortar. Who seemed to think upon that problem as well. I could tell that he was confused on that now. But he looked like he wanted to get back on his topic.
"Anyways, back to the monster that wants to kill you. I think I know what this monster is. A devil like monster. One that wants to expand beyond just ruling the dead, one that hates life as it is. But one that realizes that with more death, the more powerful they get and the more they could rule the world. With your death, that would be the last piece of a puzzle that they would need." Mr. Mortar looked like he was trying to explain it to himself more than he really was to me.
Either way, I didn't want to be preyed upon by a monster for world control. If Mr. Mortar's theory was correct that was. So I thought if I had come up with a devil like monster before. Then I remembered one. From very early back. I decided I should tell him then.
"NeoDevimon. Something I came up wit a very long time ago. Like during the war itself. It is the best thing that I can think of. If it's not that, then I have no idea what it is. I described it as something that would hate their lot in life and would want something better and would do anything for it. I also wrote them as the ruler of the underworld. Something based off of Hades from the myths." I gave him my idea and Mr. Mortar looked like this was the best lead we had, so we would have to go with it.
"Okay let's take your word for it. I with my studying have come up with a possible idea that this monster is hiding. I got out that there is this house that hasn't been entered in a few years near one of the northern towns of the state. I have reason to believe that they rule their area of land under the house as a area to be at before they grow more powerful. The reason was that quite a few years back the house was used for cult rituals and killings and that they had expanded to where they didn't need the house before getting destroyed a year later. Then the house has never been used since. If rituals were done there, the house could have a certain power there that this NeoDevimon speak of needs. Just a theory but it's as good of one as the theory that you have. So we better tell your father about it." Mr. Mortar said and I hated the idea very much. But seeing as he was right and we truly had nothing better to work off of for either end of it, I think we would have to go with both our ideas to make a game plan.
"Okay, let's go with it." I said and shook Mr. Mortar's hand. Then I left the house to tell my father of the stupid plan.
A few hours I was ready to head out. I told my father about the plan and at first he looked like I had no chance. It seemed like from his face that he would rather take his chances of having these monsters attacking me at home over leaving town to go to a house to track down a house that may or may not be around still to confront a monster that may or may not even be real to start with. I agreed with how he felt, but even I felt more confident about it. After some thought on it, we both agreed that it's the best idea but I should at least have a decent packing ready.
I got a empty notebook with some writing materials. So I could explain my ideas and this world and the history of it more. I packed all my clothes, even if they were dirty and as long as they actually fit on me. I filled up a pouch with water and my father got a free new pair of shoes for me from his store. He also got me one new pair of everything that I needed. Before I was done packing I looked at the table in the room that my mother used to live in before she died. I checked out the letter, and decided not to open it up quite yet. I decided though that if I survived this one in one thousand chance of success adventure then I would open it.
I looked at my father before I left. I had a terrible feeling that this is the last time that we will ever see each other. Or at least for a very long time. I found out from my father when I asked him that it was June 12. Eighteen days before I turned 13.
"I don't have any hopes in this." I told my father and wanted so badly to just leave it at that. I hoped that at the last second he had a moment were he changed his mind and told me that it would be stupid to leave and that he would rather take his chances with me staying here. But that was not the answer that he gave me.
"Before you leave follow me now." My father said and walked closer to the kitchen and I followed him. Inside the kitchen area, he moved the trash box out of the way and showed a doorway to a basement. He opened the door and then it showed a ladder. With him down it first, I decided that I should just follow him.
At the bottom of the ladder, it was pure darkness. Once he turned on the light, I was surprised by everything I saw. Believe me, you wouldn't expect it either. What I saw were weapons and armor. From like the older war periods when these things were used. A katana, a bow with a full quiver, a war axe, hammer and some other things like ball and chain. He had things like full chain mail armor and samurai appeal. He also had a helmet that looked like it was representing an actual face.
"A collection that I made over the years. I stopped when I married your mother and stated again after she died. I never thought that I would need any of this in personal outside life uses. I don't know what you would think of this but if you need anything to be ready for your adventure, just pick some things. I won't really use them for anything besides just adding on to an already sort of large collection to begin with. So please feel free to have some of it. Come up with you are done and show me. I will leave you alone now." My father explained the collection to me and climbed up the ladder.
I looked at the stuff in the room and was actually wondering what the heck would help me when guns were starting to become a thing and swords were going very much out of style? Most of this armor looked like it wasn't used since the day it was made. It was a very hard choice to make but I did it anyways. I took the katana for some reason, I took this one set of armor that was black and looked very light. Interesting fact, it looked a lot like Goku's outfit in Dragon Ball but instead of orange it was black. Don't know if you really cared about that fact though. But I decided that would be all I would take.
When I got up to show my father, he looked at the outfit and weapon choice I made. I could tell he was confused by the look on his face. "I wouldn't have expected you to make that choice of items to use, but I will go with it. I think that you should leave as soon as possible, so you can have a good start." My father said and hugged me hard.
"What if I never see you again? I asked him scared and my father shook his head like he didn't want me to even mention the possiblity of the matter.
"Let's try and be positive here. I think and this is your choice that you should go alone. So nobody else will be put in danger from this." My father brought up the point that I would try to remain loyal to even though I wasn't able to do that in certain parts of it.
"Okay father. I will try and do both these things." I told him and put on my back pack and situated everything to were it can be at least a little bit comfortable.
I had gone maybe thirty feet from my house before I started getting glances from people walking down the streets. No doubt they were all wondering what the heck I was doing with all this junk with me. I didn't explain anything to them because I felt that if I did then they would be even more curious and I would be forced to explain the entire incident to them.
Once I had been nearly half way between my house and the other side of town I saw Tiffany and Gaven run up to me. Under most cases, I would have thought that them going out of their way to say hi to me would be pretty cool. But on todays case, I felt it be more of a problem than a help having them come up to me. "Hey guys listen, I will be gone for a while and I think it should be better if you don't come along."
"Why do you say that? You're walking with a bunch of like really old style stuff. How can we not come along to see what you're doing?" Gaven told me and I wasn't thrilled to do any of this. I knew the only way to get them to leave me alone was to give them a super quick and to the point summary of everything. Which was exactly what I did.
"So you're saying that you're leaving to try to get something that might not even be real to try and stop wanting to kill you. Even though if they are real they might not be trying to kill you." Tiffany said as if she was adding it all up. I nodded really fast and annoyed like she got the basic of it and that she really needed to leave.
"I need you guys to leave like right now." I told them starting to lose my patience with both of them. They looked like they got it and I was glad for that at least.
"Fine if you really feel this way then that why you will be even more annoyed when we tell you that we want to come along with you." Tiffany said and I face palmed myself. Not believing that they were really acting this way.
"What if you get in danger?" I asked them and Gaven looked at me.
"If you are alone, you are one person and that increases the chances of you dying. If it's three people at least your chances of survival are a bit better." Gaven explained and I knew that I should stop trying to convince them not to come.
"Fine, let's leave now." I said and then the three of us left the town to go on my quest. I hoped father would never find out about the fact that these two are coming along with me. I think they would notice sometime. I just hoped it was far enough away from here that he wouldn't try to find us.
So the three of us were walking for a few hours and it looked like the area was starting getting a little bit dark when we decided to take a dinner break. I mean we had no money to do it, and I felt stupid. Since that should have been like the second thing I asked my father for. Aside from a back pack to hold that money in. Thankfully Tiffany had some probably stale bread in her pocket.
"How long have you had that?" I asked her and she smiled up at me. As if I brought up a point she never considered.
"About a few hours. Since before we left." Tiffany answered and Gaven looked like he was about to start laughing.
"Okay, let's just split it up in three and use it. Obviously nobody thought about money here. Maybe we go to some house and get some food there." Gaven said and then I knew that this was the best that we were going to get here. So we split the bread into three pieces, and the bread just wasn't that good and it didn't fill me up that much. But I knew better than to complain about it.
After that less than awesome experience we decided to continue on walking. I was confused. We had been gone for at least three hours now and there was no attack. Maybe it was because Tiffany and Gaven were with me. In which case I was now glad that they came along. Since they might have saved my life a little longer.
That thought made me feel a lot better for about the next hour or two. Until we started to walk into a small town. By small I mean really small. There were about seven houses in it. One of them looked like they hadn't been used since before Hades was born. Yeah odd comparison I know but I don't care. It was my best one yet and I will let it stick. The town looked like it had twenty, thirty at tops people in it. Most of them looked at Tiffany and Gaven like they didn't really catch their interest. But when they saw me they looked like if I were walking in a odd cult trying to give off the words that they speak.
So the three of us trying not to pay attention to what they looked like asked some people around. We asked them how many miles we were away from our home town, and they told us we were about ten miles away. That was about two miles a hour. Man if that was our pace the entire trip, it would take us weeks to get to where Mr. Mortar suggested we should go. Then I assumed that we would get faster with each day.
I was the one who asked about the food. Because seriously, my stomach felt like it had already walked off every once of possible energy that the piece of bread gave me. One person told us that they would give us a couple days supply of food for free. She led us to her house and filled an entire pack with it. Then she gave it to Gaven, since he was the oldest. That was when I for some reason. Who was older out of Tiffany and I? It would only be by a matter of days or months, but still. She told us that children leaving like this was a terrible choice and we should be more careful before we left her house. We never saw her again.
So we walked around for a little while longer to check out the town. It really was exactly as I stated it was. In fact, it was in some cases down right sad. It was even more sad when the most interesting place was the house that looked like it hadn't been used since before Hades was born. Then I remembered Mr. Mortar's description of the house we should look at. Abandoned and looked like it hadn't been used in forever.
As an idiot I ran to the house. Tiffany and Gaven looked like I had just gone a tiny bit insane. But I think that this fact was already settled when I decided to listen to Mr. Mortar. I just ran right to the door breaking it. I fell on the ground before I got myself up brushing all the stuff off of me.
"Davis, what has gone to you?" Tiffany asked annoyed before she was distracted by how terrible the house looked. I mean seriously, it made Mr. Mortar's house looked like a five star hotel.
"Oh boy I wish we don't have to stay here tonight." Gaven said and then we decided to still look around the area anyways. Everything on the entry room seemed normal enough, but when Gaven went to the kitchen, Tiffany to the basement and myself to the upper floor, it started going wrong. On the top floor, there were three rooms. One was a bathroom, which seemed like the only place in the entire house to be in perfect condition. The smaller bedroom had a giant hole in it that you could through to see the kitchen, making that room totally unusable. The last room though was the worse. It looked like a monster that was a bunch of snakes. Like for hair, the legs, the arms and even the body. I think that I honestly screamed my head off when I saw that. Like my head flew off for a nanosecond and then came back to my face.
When I screamed, I started running down the top floor hall and going down the stairs. I tripped on the stairs and tumbled down most of them. Gaven started coming after me.
I saw Gaven trip over and had one of his angles bend a little bit when he was advancing to me. He fell down and wouldn't get up for more than a couple seconds.
Tiffany heard all the noise from down below in the basement and she started coming up. I forced myself to get up to check how Gaven was doing, and the monster was coming at me in a even faster pace down the stairs. I could hear a small faint noise talking to me.
"Beastmon. A very gross and powerful digimon. It can shoot out sludge balls and can be dealt with a bow." I thought it was Tina's voice. Which was weird. Because every time I would come across these monsters, or I think they're called digimon I would hear her telling me what it was. Like her spirit was looking at this.
When Tiffany had come up she ran up to Gaven to help him up. The Beastmon shoot one of her snakes at Tiffany and sent her flying back. This was something that I really did not want to deal with at the moment. I mean how would you feel if there was this being of pretty much snakes trying to kill you. For no reason besides that you broke in.
"Davis, don't listen to what anybody says. Just stay here. Let me kill you now so you won't have to suffer much worse fate in the future. I can remember you forever and all will be better." The Beastmon said and I had no idea these creatures even talked. That surprised me so much that I didn't even move for a moment.
"I don't really want to die either way." Was all I could come up with as a reply. I knew right away how dumb that must have sounded but I was being honest there.
"Don't listen to them!" Gaven yelled at me and I was looking up at the ceiling. Noticing something I never realized was there until just then. A glass ball that served as decoration. Looking at that and then back at Beastmon I had a really bad idea. One that should have had the insane stamp put on me.
"Tiffany, get Gaven out of here. Do whatever you need to get him feeling better. I need to do this alone." I commanded, and I doubt that she was real fond of me giving her orders. If she was or wasn't didn't really matter because she still did just as I asked.
"Do you even have the faintest idea will will be happening to you in the future? All the good, bad and pain that will be in store for you. If you kill me and get away you will have to do with these and see all the people you care for pretty much leave off of the face of the Earth. As if they were never even alive. Are you sure that you would like that?" The Beastmon tried to get me to not try. She was saying this as I was going up the stairs.
There were a few things that made me almost not do anything. Such as the idea of seeing everybody I care over pretty much leave like they never happened. "This world you made is going to be responsible for so many things in the future that you would have never even predicted. This is just the start of it all."
That was when I stopped even trying to let them talk. I swung the katana right through the glass and saw it fall down on the ground. It broke and pieces flew in Beastmon, making them become sand. It confused me but I won the battle. That was what mattered here. Before it died though it told me something else. "You should have listened to me."
I walked outside and saw Tiffany trying to take care of Gaven as a good sibling should. Or as I think a good sibling should. When I reached them, I smiled. "Let's get out of here. We shouldn't even be here."
So were almost out of the town but right as we left there was a guy that ran up to us. He wanted to speak to us. He looked about twenty, twenty five at most. Although not somebody I could imagine hanging out with for more than a few hours. "Hey guys listen people have noticed you children are walking around. Somebody in the town wanted me to give you these train tickets. It is for a ride tomorrow that can carry you about thirty to fifty miles to a couple towns away. Once there, you can find a nice and proper place to sleep at."
The guy handed us the train tickets and we thanked him like we thought we should do. Without anything else though he ran away and we were forced to move on forward. Tiffany just seemed glad that we were all safe. But I was wondering if my victory over Beastmon was a mistake or if I truly have talent here.
Once it was night time, we decided that it was time for us to settle down. We had been going around for several hours after all, and even a couple after the Beastmon fight. I was still trying to decide if bringing Tiffany and Gaven was even a good idea to begin with. What if they died because of me. I told myself not to think so negative anymore.
Tiffany tried to make a decent three way mean with a small portion of what was inside the pack that the older lady has made for us. "I was not exactly thinking you were telling the truth about the murder attempts on you at first. But now I believe you. What is your plan though? Outside of confronting this NeoDevimon creature." Gaven said and I gave it no thought.
"I wish I knew." I admitted. Then I laid down on my back. "I wish I did. I can't believe this is happening. Already at twelve, I have to worry about people trying to kill me. What did I even do wrong here? On the train tomorrow I will explain it all to you. These monsters and this world that they came from. I think now though that we should all go to sleep."
Tiffany took that idea and went down pretty fast. Gaven didn't go to sleep as fast though. I could tell he wasn't happy of the fact that he totally failed on getting me safe from Beastmon. I started up a quick conversation with him.
"Sorry Gaven for you guys coming along. If you change your mind, I think you can still turn and have it be better for you and would actually take less time than being with me the whole. To get back I mean. Take less time to get back. I should just stop now." I was taking my nice offer and was making me sound more dumb the more I spoke.
"It's not your problem Davis. We joined on this thinking that it was a few hour joke that you were pulling on us. We didn't think that you were telling the truth. Now I feel bad for thinking that you lied to us. I'm worried about Tiffany and if she will be alright." Gaven answered and moved around a little bit. To make himself feel at least more comfortable.
"I wish I had a sister or brother. Older or younger I wouldn't care. I feel like I had these thoughts before or heard these thoughts before. But because I don't have any siblings, I can never understand anything that you tell me. That is the worst part of you stating your concern to me. I will never quite get it." I said sincerely. I wished I knew how he felt but I just didn't and it made me feel even worse because of it.
"It's just I worry that she doesn't quite get everything with mom and dad. I also feel that now that we know this is real that she won't be able to handle it. But now that we know this is real, we will both do our best to make sure that you are safe Davis." Gaven tried to sound sure of himself but in reality was just even more unsure of himself than he was before.
"Thanks Gaven for trying to make me feel better here. I think I should take first watch." I said and Gaven agreed not so excited about it. I looked up at the sky though and soon enough the stars made me sad. I thought of stars that would and could be there. I wondered what it would be like to be among the stars. To pretty much live forever in the skies hundreds of years after you were dead. It's like immortality.
I woke up in a pretty decent sunlight to notice that Tiffany and Gaven were awake. This would be the start to our second day travelling. None of us wanted to really talk about the events that happened last night so we didn't really bring them up. However, I could tell that we were each just plain tired and wanted to get to that train as fast as possible. That was one of the reasons we has such a fast breakfast.
Tiffany was surprised when we were already most of the way through the food that the older lady had given us last night. Maybe we were really big eaters or the older woman had a wrong idea on how much two or three days meant of food were. Not that we were going to go back and complain about it.
So once we were done eating breakfast, all three of us started walking in the direction of the train station. We had about two hours to get there. We had about ten miles to get to then we had to register our tickets through and then bustle our way through the people to get to a proper seat. If only we had some sort of transportation to get there I wouldn't have been nearly as worried, but this did concern me a little bit. We had to pretty much run to reach the train in time.
While we were on way I saw many places that looked like they were deserted. While I seen many other places that looked like they were bustling with people. Some areas that looked like all the possible plants there were dead like how you would imagine in a western film. But there was a place or two that looked just plain amazing. Like there has been year of effort put into it to make it look as good as possible. I almost was jealous that nobody at my home town was like that.
We made it to the train station somehow in time. Not too many people were there though. Like five or ten. Even less than that one town that we were just at. The three of us each showed the guy doing the ticket check up our tickets and he let us through the check out. Once we were in the train Tiffany asked how much the food cost.
"All costs were in that ticket. As long as your ticket was shown and correct then everything in the train ride is for free." The lady said and left us alone. I looked at Tiffany and Gaven, not really sure if we should take that nicely or not. Since we didn't really even pay for the tickets.
Considering that there were hardly anybody in here, we could each take out own part of the train if we wanted. But they wanted to talk to me a little bit so they decided to stay with me. At least for the time being. "Davis, can we discuss those monsters? What are they and why are they coming after you?" Gaven asked me and I decided to tell them as much as I could tell them about it.
"Okay so it all started when I met a girl who was my age when I was about six or so. Her name was Tina. We decided to just talk about stuff that we knew would never really happen and wanted to have fun with the imagination that we can give off. We made the entire brain storm of a world, what the future can be liked and monsters that are there. During the war she died though, and she was only ten at the time. Since then I promised her that I would keep this going. But during the rest of the war I forgot about it and when it was over I started to get back to it. Spending an entire summer writing down what we talked about and further ideas I had in the room my mother lived in before she died. At this summer a few days ago I got attacked at this hotel my father and I were staying at. It was something of a Minotaur and I defeated it with matches. I met this old man named Mr. Mortar who helped me learn what the entire problem was. Three days later I was attacked again. By this three headed dog. I got injured and I stayed at Mr. Mortars over night and when I woke up he told me of everything and what I needed to do. I told my father what he said and then he agreed reluctantly I can do this. When I was on my final way out I saw you guys and it went from there to where we are now." I told them what I honestly thought was the very much cut down version.
"So what are these monsters called?" Tiffany asked me and I was thinking about it when I remembered the thing Tina called Beastmon.
"Digimon. I don't quite get it but I know that what these are. I heard a voice telling me of it." I said and then I told them what the idea was. "Before I left, I found a map of the state in my fathers basement. I took the map and it shows the entire state. Let's look at it to discuss possible routes. Or at least where we are and where we need to go." I unfolded the map and showed them.
"So we have to travel to this area with the left behind house from several years ago? Oh great sounds simple enough" Gaven complained and I knew he was right. I then thought of it. Was there something Mr. Mortar told me that I forgot? I mean just anything would give us something to go off of.
"Yes it was used for cult rituals. Maybe we can ask around to find somebody who knows where it is and the best way to it. Who wants to go first." I said and neither of them jumped up to do it. Pretty much showing I was on my own here. So I forced myself up and started asking around.
One lady said that she had never heard of such a place and was wondering what the heck I was smoking. I asked another man and he said that I should just ask around more. Another man I asked said that he knows of the area I talked about and he knew where it would be. So he marked that on my map. Then he also stated he had no other idea of good routes to get there but I should ask this old lady at a town the train would be pulling up at. There we can learn more of the area we are looking for.
I thanked them and left them alone. I went back to Tiffany and Gaven. Telling them the plan they didn't argue. We didn't do much beside that for the rest of the day. Gaven was still resting from that little thing with his foot. A medical practice person came in to examine it when he saw Gaven lying down odd. He stated that he had broken his angle and needed to let it rest. So he was out for the rest of the day. Only to be fed food when Tiffany gave him food.
Tiffany had asked the train people to make her enough food to last three people an entire week. Then she took some other stuff when they were not watching. So she pretty much given us food for the rest of this whole thing. I was glad she did but felt sorry for the train people would had to get all that ready.
With that, we pretty much rested the rest of the day and acted like this was all perfectly normal activity for us. Three teens going cross state to find a monster that is a killer. Sounds totally realistic right.
The next day we got off the train and asked some people around for a old ladies house. After asking like ten or twelve people for directions, we finally found out the way to their house. She stated what the best routes to reach that house were. Exactly which roads haven't been used yet and which roads haven't been used for several years. She also showed us which areas would be considered danger areas and we should stay away from at all costs. I found it all to be rather insightful despite the fact that it was in fact a lot of information to take in at one sitting. At least she marked the stuff on the map and explained what each color was. So it wasn't a total waste thankfully.
We stayed the rest of the night there and left as soon as dawn came over. She gave us a larger pack to hold all out stuff in. Which was really nice of her. She also gave us each a dollar. Which was enough for us to each get a ticket for another train ride. We obviously were smart enough for follow her suggested road and went to the next safe city to her eyes.
At the city, it was much larger than any I had ever seen in my entire life to that point. Like compared to every other place I had been before then this was like New York City. "I wonder how we are supposed to get out of this place." Tiffany said and Gaven was using a stick to do some limping. So he wouldn't hurt that ankle any more than he already has. He said that it would hopefully be better in a day or two. But even he wasn't so convinced sounding.
"Maybe we should go to a area with some less people. So we can pay more attention to our talks here." I said and they agreed with me. It took a while to find a nice area to be at but I found one near the eastern corner of the city. Only three other people were there. A married couple and their seven or eight year son. The mother looked at us as if wondering why we were walking around like we hadn't taken care of ourselves in almost three days. Which was how it was so I didn't take much offense to it. When we sat down and started talking though the married couple patted their son on his back and led him away from the area. Trying to forget this ever happened.
"From what this map says we are most of the way there." Gaven pointed out and then there was a loud roar. Totally cutting off all conversation that this could have started up. But it would be a topic we would get into later.
When we looked up see what the loud noise was coming from, I saw a giant ice like lion jumping down a building holding a sword in there hand. By sword is a understatement. That thing was bigger than me and was almost an entire foot wide. I nearly laughed when I saw it. In a scared way obviously.
I was wondering a bit why it just seemed like we couldn't get a proper break from these monsters. "I have been sent to get rid of you before you become too powerful." The ice lion said and then I heard Tina's voice tell me what it was.
"IceLeomon. A champion level digimon that uses its large sword as its main weapon but has terrible defenses because of it." Tina said and then that gave me some hope. I knew that if I found a proper way I could get at it from perhaps the behind.
The IceLeomon swung its large blade an I rolled under it. Giving it a stab at the leg. The monster sounded like they weren't even affected by the blow. "Is that all you can do to me? My master put up more of a fight than you have here." They said in a mockingly fashion. Great this thing probably had way more fighting experience than I did. What did I expect anyways.
"I have faced over fifty enemies in my time in your world. Then a powerful being came and told me that if I kill you then I will never have to fight for survival again. I can be respected and remembered as a god. That is why I have to kill you. That world is a hell hole. There are constant wars and battles. Everybody after they reach a proper has to fight for even another day." IceLeomon told me why they had to kill me and I almost felt bad for it. Despite the fact that it wanted to kill me. The thing was just fighting for survival.
"Well I don't have any power there. How can I possibly have anything to do with helping your life?" I said as I took a slice at the left arm. Making them hurt a little bit. Then IceLeomon swung their blade and I was trying to deflect it but then I went back on the ground. Tiffany threw a rock at it before Gaven was coming over to it with their stick and hit their leg. IceLeomon was paying no attention to what they were doing. That was their way of showing that what they were doing pretty much didn't matter.
I took one final chance to strike at the foot before they kicked me away. I fell right into somewhere. I landed in some gross water, seeing some paper and bullets swimming by. That was when I realized that I was in a sewer. Grossed out, I got to the side of the sewer where there was no water and closed my eyes in defeat. I had failed on this. Might as well just stay here. Hoping that IceLeomon would go away and leave everybody else alone.
I opened my eyes to see a faint blue light over me. Not knowing what it was, I rubbed my eyes to get a better perspective on it. What I saw was a young woman, maybe double my age that shared some resemblance to something else I saw in my life prior to here. She seemed to make me feel better though without even speaking. Without even thinking about it I spoke to it.
"Mother, is that you?" I asked the blue light and she turned at me. Smiling, she answered my question.
"Yes it is. I came out of my way to have my spirit see you here. I wanted to talk to you for a little bit. So you can learn some things." My mother's spirit said and I was surprised that I would see it again. I mean I thought that the graveyard would have been like a one time thing.
"What did you want me to learn?" I asked my mother's spirit and she smiled when I asked that. She must have liked how easy I wanted to get right to the point.
"I wanted to let you know more about this journey that you are on. For one thing I wished that this would have never happened. But you can't really prevent this from happening and I'm impressed you even made it this far. I wanted you to be aware of a few things though. First is that the person or monster that wants to kill you might not be the one that you really expect it to be. Second is that losing in a battle like this is alright but you will have to lose more and get a lot better if you want to survive to the end. Third is that the end if not nearly as close as you think it is. This whole affair is beyond just trying to go this one house. Last thing I wanted you to be aware of is that you are not alone even when you think you are. My spirit will be watching you. I love you and you have my blessing for whatever you do." My mother's spirit said and I actually felt a whole lot better. Just seeing her and hearing her voice made everything so much better for me. Almost like everything was worth it now.
"I wish that I would have seen you. Like you being alive and me seeing your real image." I said in a little bit of a wistful way. But I mean she was alive for like five minutes of my life, tops. The she smiled at me like I didn't really get it until she told me it.
"Davis this is my true self. My death opened me up more than I could have ever imagined I would have been if I were still alive. I was sad at dying when I died. But over time when I am able to observe you and your father even better and all day every day. I can tell you now that thirteen years later, I am glad that I died that day. I would go as far as to say that my death was the best thing that ever happened to me. Because I can be with you and your father forever. But now it's time for you to go up and meet your friends back on the surface." My mother's spirit helped give me some new perspective I would have honestly never considered before until she told me that.
"Thanks mom for that insight you gave me. Thank you for that advice that you just gave me about my journey." I said to her spirit and found the ladder to lead me out of the sewer. Little did I know that this would be my first of many visits to the sewer. And that the sewer for a while would be my main source of transportation.
Once outside, I was at a totally different part of the town than I was originally. How lovely I thought to myself. Now I was going to have to find them the super hard way. So without wanting to waste any amount of time I decided to start looking right away. When I got out, I saw that the sun was starting to set and that people were out on the town less than when Tiffany, Gaven, and I had arrived. By the time I found the other two, they were inside a building and the sun was entirely down by then. Without any thought onto it, I walked on inside to greet them.
Inside the place where Tiffany and Gaven were I could hear them in a argument. Although if it was with each other or somebody else I couldn't tell that until I reached them. Once I did reach them I could hear that they were trying to decide if they should find me or wait until morning. That was resolved when they saw me.
"What were you doing out there like that?" Gaven asked me and I gave them like a tiny summary of what my mother's spirit and I talked about. Totally leaving out the part where she said that her dying was actually the best thing to happen to her. I still didn't quite know how I could handle that bit of info.
"That's not important though. Tell me something now. What happened to IceLeomon when I fell in the sewer back several hours age?" I changed the topic and they looked at me as if they had good and bad news.
"The good thing is that soon as you left, IceLeomon left entirely. As if they were never there to begin with. The bad thing is that means that they are still around possibly waiting for you. But at least no other people got hurt." Tiffany said and that made me feel better. I however still had the impression that most of these enemies wouldn't be so kind of not killing anybody else if I left the scene. And that some would still kill like wild even without me there. That was a hard thought to have.
"Okay guys so let's make some plans here." I said as we sat down at a table. I took the map out and let them see where we were exactly and where we needed to be.
"Looks like you're actually two thirds of the way to your goal. Maybe we can find a way to get closer to there. The train rides really have been helping our progression." Tiffany pointed out and I couldn't possibly argue with that fact. The only honest reason we made it that far was because of the fact that we had taken a train two out of the three or days we have been walking around.
"Okay so maybe we can try to reach for the next closest train to there. Then we can relax for the rest of the journey. But this time we don't have any train tickets." I said and Gaven seemed to consider the matter. Then he snapped his fingers. Just like he could solve that problem without any further problem.
"For the ticket thing, I know somebody about ten hours away from here. He can give us each a ticket once I tell him that it's me. He still owes me a favor and that can be the favor that he gets me." Gaven smiled as he stretched his body out in a calming, lazy way.
"What would you have done to make them owe you a favor?" I asked him and then he didn't say anything. Like that part was none of our business.
"I think later will be the time for that. Tonight you just need some sleep. Think about all that you have gone through the last few hours. I think we could all use a break follow my lead tomorrow and I will lead you right to his place. Trust me, everything will be okay." Gaven told us and he seemed to sure about it that it made me feel a little better following his lead on it.
The three of us walked outside of the building. Because I was pretty sure that the people inside the building weren't too keen on having us sort of sleeping in their house. I was pretty certain they were no fan of the fact that we sort of came in like that to begin with. With that out of the way, we decided to walk a little bit further before we took a sleep on the alley of one area in the town. Which was a surprisingly decent sleep for the area.
