-Scanning …-
-Scanning Completed, Crest of Love Identified-
-DIGIVOLUTION ACTIVATED!-
The Three rings surrounding Courtnie's hand flew off and span towards the sphere of light that contained Gatomon, they entered without any resistance, then there was a bright light, the light of Digivolution
"Gatomon, Digivolve too … Swanmon"
The huge ball of light shattered into thousands of pieces and receded into the air, a pair of pale, white wings appeared, outstretched as if reaching for the sky, each one graved with a faint purple band on the end of each of the outer feathers and a purple triangle on the inner side of the wings. Around her neck was an armored necklace of silver and trimmed with gold, and her feet were enclosed in a pair of golden metal slippers. On her head was an elongated helm that stretched behind her and blackened toward the end, her eyes were now green and a slender, pale orange beak stretched from beneath the helm.
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Alex hadn't noticed what had happened he was busy fiddling with the digi-vice in his hands, until a profile appeared on the screen.
-Scanning Complete, Digimon Identified: Parrotmon-
- Ultimate Level Digimon-
-Attribute: Vaccine-
-Bird Digimon-
-With the ability to break the sound-barrier and a tenacity to match, Parrotmon can be a formidable opponent-
Alex breathed out, not realizing that he had been holding his breath, then a dark shadow streaked past him. He looked up sharply as a white object smashed into the green parrot digimon, sending it reeling backwards, the screen on the digivice changed
- Digimon Identified: Swanmon-
- Adult/Armor Level Digimon-
-Attribute: Vaccine-
-Bird Digimon-
-A kind and motherly digimon. The feathers that it drops form into a whirlwind and attack its enemies!-
Alex heard and gentle footfall behind him and felt a small, cold hand slip into his own, he knew who it was without even looking.
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Sorcerymon groaned, he felt like he had just been run over by a Tankmon, he summoned his staff back to his hand, which he had lost in the fall, and leant upon it heavily, above him, two birds, one big and green and the other small and white, they flew through the air like a pair of fighter planes, rolling, ducking, every now-and-again a huge bolt of lightning or a bolt of feathers flew back and forth.
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Swanmon flapped frantically, the dumb parrot was gaining on her, twisting to one side, she shot through the small gap between two building, she glanced back behind herself to see a huge cloud of dust kick up s the bird tried to slow itself down, then the was a massive crunch!, followed by the sound of tearing metal and concrete, then the building exploded and one pissed parrot flew out, there was bloodlust in those eyes.
She winged close to the ground, dodging the massive blasts of lightning that frequently incinerate stray cars or melted holes in the pavement. She could see the huge shadow of the parrot digimon behind her, then it grew bigger as it began to descend right on top of her. Spreading her wings wide and tilting them slightly, she suddenly braked in mid-air, almost completely stopping, so quickly that the huge parrot slammed into the ground beak-first, its head colliding with the ground as it flipped once, almost like a crashing plane before landing with a sickening CRACK!, followed by a hopeless squawk.
Swanmon fluttered to the floor, or rather a roof, perching daintily upon the metal railing, shedding a dozen feathers in the process, she was defiantly going to need a wash after this, half of her wing feathers were singed and she had probably strained a muscle somewhere in the wings regions, she shook her head as she carefully plumed the blackened feathers, ignoring everything else going on not enjoying the taste of smoke one bit.
"Gatomon?"
Swanmon rotated her head, having a longer neck meant that she could turn her head almost right the way around without having to even turn her body. Sorcerymon sat, leaning rather heavily on an air-vent, enjoying the cool breeze.
Swanmon blinked, then she smiled,
"it's Swanmon now Sorcerymon"
Sorcerymon rolled the word around his mouth several times, almost as trying it out
"Swanmon … Swanmon, I like it" he said before suddenly gripping his staff tightly in one hand,
Swanmon looked at him
"are you ok?"
"Yes, I just feel … so …" then he began to glow, as thousands of tiny balls of light began to pop out of his skin and clothes like water of leaves, flowing from finger-tips to hat-point as the white began to fade, fade back to blue, suddenly they all vanished, fading away as if they had never been, and standing where Sorcerymon had been, was good old Wizardmon.
Swanmon blinked, as the same thing began to happen to her, it was like a warm current flowing through her body, almost like electricity, but gentler, she could feel her strength and size ebbing, the ground coming nearer, and colors changing, blues and green becoming sharper, wings fading into arms, feathers turning to fur, plumage feathers turning into a graceful tail and wing feathers becoming sharp claws. Gatomon blinked again, before realizing just where she was standing.
Her claws frantically grabbed at empty air as she lost her balance, falling backwards of the rail, an amazingly human, and completely out of place, girlish scream tore itself from her lips as she realized just where she was falling, until she landed on something hard, it was at that point that she realized that she had fallen, she had fallen the wrong way, and had landed on the hard concrete that her previously been in front of her, with a rather indignant bump! She blinked back several various emotions, and gave Wizardmon a long, hard look as he struggled not to laugh.
"Don't say ANYTHING" Gatomon hissed between her teeth, in a deathly quiet voice. Wizardmon gulped, as Gatomon picked herself up off the floor, carefully dusting herself off, it didn't make much of a difference but it made her feel better at least trying to make herself feel clean herself.
Wizardmon gave a small smile, although it was concealed beneath the lip of the nape of his cloak, at least Gatomon hadn't changed much.
Gatomon paused, feeling the eyes of her friend upon her, then, for a moment, their twin pairs of ice blue eyes met, not in friction, not softly either, but … in mutual understanding.
"Would you like me to fly you home?" Wizardmon offered, it would have taken her some time to walk back, and it had been one of their oldest … arrangements.
She nodded and she clambered up into her favorite position in his arms, purring softly, she felt the ground beneath her give way as Wizardmon gently floated into the air.
The sunset in the background, framed rather picturesquely against the city backdrop was a picture perfect moment. So focused were the pair, one on the others face infringed against the orange, and the other on keeping himself airborne, that they both failed to notice one small figure in the fourth storey window, with one very large camera.
There was a slight motion of a finger, as the flashless camera took yet another picture. Which instantly began to print itself out of the digital printer propped up on a table next to him. Before falling gently onto the pile on the floor, behind it, there was various other images of the days events, a huge parrot chasing a goose, the ensuing battle and those two children, the photographer didn't understand what was going on, but he thought the costumes had been brilliant, maybe to brilliant, but he hadn't been paid to ask questions, just to take pictures and with the current lighting there could have been a more opportune moment, another snapshot, another £200, 200 pounds a photo, he'd almost fallen backwards of his chair when he'd heard that price, that kind of offer only came around once in a lifetime.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the sunlight on broken glass, annoyed, he was distracted and he looked at to where the source was, and almost dropped his camera out of the window.
Walking along the pavement, less than a 30 meters away were two children, or they looked like children, here was something … familiar about them, balancing him camera precariously on the window ledge, he literally dove into his pile of photos, scattering them left, right and center until he found what he was looking for, holding it up to the light, he inspected the image,
"By the gods, its them!" he murmured to himself, before rushing back to his camera to take a few more photos, a boy and a girl, both seen in his previous images, these would have to be worth at least twice as much as the others, soon engrossed was he with the task in hand, he failed to notice a dark figure walk into the room behind him and aim a pistol at the back of his head, there was a muted sound as the bullet smashed into the back of his head, killing him instantly, blood splattered the window frame, like dew on paper, he crashed through the window frame, shattering the glass like paper, sending him tumbling 4 stories down to the ground.
The strange pulled a tissue from a box and carefully wiped the muzzle of his gun wit ha gloved had before holstering it again, then he picked up the photo's on the floor, one by one until they all lay in a neat pile in front of him on the desk next to the printer, the camera had fallen with him to the ground and now resembled nothing more than a pile of microchips and plastic.
He tapped the blue-tooth head set on his ear, "Images retrieved" was all he said, followed y a confirmation beep. Backing the images into a plastic bag, he turned and walked out of the door, careful to shut the door behind him.
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Things are starting to get sinister, but reality is like that sometimes, CAN I PLEASE GET A DAMN REVIEW FOR THIS STORY. WARNING! CHICO IS HUNGRY SO WATCH OUT!!!!!
On a lighter note, the next few chapters will be a mixture of deep dark despair and light fluffy romance sort of stuff involving not lines but triangles, I am so deviously evil, MUHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA!
