Chapter 8

Before the Storm

Frimon and Chicchimon stared in horror as the dark shadow passed over Fanbeemon. Their pulses rapidly shot up as they foresaw Fanbeemon crumble to dust before them, but that never happened. Instead, Fanbeemon was covered by the newly created dust from the shadow. He was perfectly fine and had his arms over his head shaking profusely as he awaited the inevitable. Yet when he looked up he saw Frimon and Chicchimon staring at him, confused. Looking up to make sure that the shadow did indeed fall on him (it did) he slowly got up and joined his new friends on the blue side of the sky, away from the darkness.

"What happened?" asked Fanbeemon.

"That's what we would like to know," said Frimon

"Well, I have no idea what happened," said Fanbeemon.

Everyone looked clueless at what happened. They decided that it must be because the shadow doesn't affect digimon. With everyone agreeing to that theory they started to move out and away from the very slowly advancing clouds of death.

Days passed by as they tried to find the nearest town. All that lay ahead of them was a barren wasteland; no trees, no food, no water, just long fields of dead tall grass. The sky was clear with the sun beating down on them hot and heavy. Each digimon was sweating buckets and their movements getting slower and weaker with each day. Fanbeemon was the weakest; his pace was much farther back than the other two.

Their hope was fading as fast as their bodies. If they can't find a town within the day they may not survive, was the thought that passed between all three of them. They started to walk with their heads down, not enough strength to hold them up. The determination to find anything was their only drive to keep walking, had they not had that then they surely would have dropped dead by now.

But as they traveled many leagues across the digital plain, they stumbled across a rock. None of them had seen a rock since primary village and Frimon, being the first to spy it (or rather trip over it), sprang to life overjoyed. Soon the other two joined in and picked up their pace. What went from a shallow walk to a jog, and now into a full on sprint they soon crashed into a wall belonging to the first town they had stumbled upon since waking up.

The town was made out of the dirt and mud, with not many digimon around. They were mostly old like Jijimon living there. The residence of Dirt, the name of the town (one of the video game only towns), took pity on the three little ones and gave them food, water and a place to sleep. They all slept for two days before waking up refreshed. They all ate a hearty breakfast and by lunchtime a warm light flowed over Chicchimon and Frimon. Both looked startled as the residences of Dirt looked on with a proud expression.

Frimon's body extended and grew to have four feet spring from his newly made torso. His head lost the fake mane and become more feline like face with sharp teeth and blue eyes. A small Mohawk of red covered the top of his head between his furry little ears. And finally a gold neckless outfitted with a sapphire like gem was attached to his neck. Digging in his newly formed talons he roared his new name out with pride "Leormon!"

Chicchimon grew slightly as well; a white exterior covered his body as two orange feet sprouted out of the bottom. A nice small sword was attached to his back as his wings flapped cutely. His red hair was tied back into a ponytail and his eyebrows were too big, overflowing out from his face. And like Leormon he proudly exclaimed his name "Hyokomo-aw not another shell." He said as he stared down at the egg enveloping his body. Fanbeemon and Leormon laughed as they watched Hyokomon waddle on the floor.

The three rookie digimon stayed in the town called Dirt for another week before departing. They decided to explore the digital world and try to figure out what was going on. The Jijimon and other older digimon bid their farewells as the three rookies disappeared off into the distance, but as night drew on the town called Dirt an evil shadow entered its vicinity.

The red skinned demon digimon walked into Dirt like it owned it. It took much longer than he thought it would to get here, hopefully his master Devidramon wouldn't be angry at him if he were late with completing his mission.

The old digimon slowly gathered out of their huts as they tried to see who the new digimon was. It was rare to get visitors, but to get another visitor after ones that left were unheard of. As they walked out each one froze in fear at the demonic digimon. He had an evil sneer on as his eyes fell over the elderly. The group of elderly digimon parted as the chief, Jijimon, walked up to greet the evil digimon.

"Hello mighty Boogeymon," said Jijimon in a feeble quivering voice.

"I am here for the gem old one," responded the red skinned devil Boogeymon.

"What do you mea—" Jijimon was cut off as Boogeymon slashed at his face, leaving a scar. Jijimon fell to the ground as Boogeymon put his foot on him, stomping his body into the dirt.

"Do not play me for a fool, old one. My master sent me here to retrieve what is his. I will not take intolerance," said Boogeymon as he took pleasure in hurting the frail digimon. "If I don't get the gem by the time I count to five this old one dies," he proclaimed to the crowd.

"1!"

The crowd looked at each other, restless and not knowing what they should do.

"2!"

Still no one moved, as Boogeymon pressed his body weight even more onto his leg that was crushing Jijimon's ribcage.

"3!"

Now the crowd was panicing, digimon were running everywhere like a chicken with their head cut off. Babamon, who was hiding in the back, entered Jijimon's tent. She then moved his bed and opened the trap door to take out a sack. Inside she found a gem. Taking it in her hand she exited the hut as Boogeymon declared 4! She ran and threw the gem in the sack at Boogeymon, halting his countdown (or count up) of death.

Boogeymon inspected the gem inside the bag and smiled a satisfactory smile, yet on that was dripping with devil. Before anyone could feel relieved Boogeymon let out a silent "Death Crush" sending the very gravity around Jijimon to turn purple and plummet him deeper into the ground, crushing his organs and body as flat as a pancake. His blood stained the dirt ground below him as his data dispersed into the air. Babamon fell to her knees sobbing. Boogeymon left the town cackling at what he did; ready to give Devidramon a mission complete. He couldn't wait to activate the core using the gem, unlashing havoc across the digital world…