The Other Digidestined
Intro No. 3
Rebecca Rowlands
Setting: Detroit, Michigan, U.S.A.
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Peering into the dirty window, I saw a police car go speeding by. Lord, I hope they were lookin' to grab Kraig and his goon squad. They've given me more trouble than I need nowadays. Well, not that the digital world was a breeze. I guess I'd rather go up against Kraig than try my luck with Magemon again. We still haven't beat 'im.
Good grief. My blonde hair was tangled again. I just combed it last Thursday. Hey, city kids don' get much use for hygene, so none of that "ew" stuff.
Anyway, I guess you're wantin' to know how I, of all people, became a digidestined. Well, sit down. I see a flashback comin'...
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Ian had been gone for about a month now, but I still wasn't over it. He was my best friend in the entire world a girl'd ever get; and he gave his own life to make sure I'd stay cool and guard The Territory.
Tony'd been itchin' to smack me back to reality, but he ain' that kinda guy. He runs a small computer store offa 45th and Main. That's where I got to meet a digimon for the first time. So did Tony. Well, some of it. He passed out a few seconds later.
Anyway, I was mopin' around near the shop when Kraig's goon squad decided to pick on someone half their sizes. I spotted them early, pulling out my swiss-army knife from my pocket. Hey, defense counts, and blades are the only way ta go out here.
"Hey, sweetheart," one of 'em said, Dracula, I think, "'cha doin' out here without your lit'l bodyguard?"
He was referring to Ian. Glaring, I responded, "Nunya business, 'pire-boy."
Dracula (he doesn't know his real name) sneered, seeing my blade. "'Sa matta? Scared? Think we're gunna hurtcha?"
"Naw. Yer s'dumb you can't hurt a headache."
"C'mere you!" Dracula lunged at me, but I dodged and broke into a run toward the shop. Being stupid, Drac blinked, taking a moment to figure out that I was headin' for the store.
"Get 'er!" he shouted out to Kraig's lackies. They huffed to a run, slowly gaining, but not 'nough to catch me.
I burst through the door, automatically pulling the gate down behind me. Tony yelped, reaching to hit the securty systems. Panting, I saw Drac and the boys shrugg and go off to their side 'o town.
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"What'dya do now?" Tony muttered tiredly. "I almost broke my new 'puter chip, ya bimbo."
"Didn' do nothin'!" I retorted. "What's that?"
He stretched and grinned. "M'new 'puter chip. It's gonna speed up our modems."
I snorted. "I've seen you put them things in there 'fore. They don' do nothin' but blow us sky high."
"Very funny. Jus' you wait, blondie."
I raised my hand to fwap him one good, but he gingerly walked over to the computer that he'd been workin' on and put the chip inside. After closing and screwing the case shut, he wired it up to the monitor and one of the phone lines.
"S'now we get the web, huh?" I asked.
"Uh-hum." he said, clicking the connect button. We waited as the 'puter connected as noisily as usual, but there was a blinking green light on the bottom of the status bar.
"That s'possed to be there?" I wondered. Tony saw it, too, and made his "humum" noise he does when he thinks too hard. The light blinked faster and got larger, till it took up the whole screen.
Tony slid back in his chair. "Whoa! One heck of a virus!"
The light went all gold and disappeared so fast, it left me dazed and blinded for a moment till I saw the large flying thing in my face.
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I yelped and fell on top of Tony. The bird-thing was just fluttering there, with two things in its beak.
"Ooof!" Tony gasped. "Ge' off!"
As I stepped off him with a friendly kick to his kneecap, the bird landed on the ground in front of me and set the things down. It was all blue with white markings on its face and belly. It also had some green on the feathers in some places.
"'Lo, Becky," it chirped.
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Tony went white as a sheet. "It...T...Ta...T...Talks..." He went out as cold as ice, and I actually couldn't blame 'im. Parrots talk, but they mimic. And they don't know street kids' names.
The bird made a scoffing sound. "A'course I talk...What'd he expect? A quack?"
"Actually..." I began, but it stopped me.
"Yeah yeah yeah...Anyway, my name's Jaymon. I'm your digimon partner! An' I got yer digivice and crest right here just for ya." It nudged the two things over toward my feet. As I picked them up, he explained, "You've got yourself the crest of Cleverness. I think it works, since you live on the streets. Street people gotta be smart, right?"
I nodded, sitting down, pushing Tony into a corner. Gazing at Jaymon, I sat and listen to him explain about the digiworld and how I was going to be part of it. New territory, I thought, and grinned, ready for action.
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