The Other Digidestined
Intro No. 5
Drake Glowhitz
Setting: Streets of west Berlin, Germany
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
It's raining again. It figures. I guess I have that effect
on everything.
My name is Drake Glowhitz. I guess I'm one of those
"other" digidestined no one hears about; but right now,
here in the real world, I'm just Drake.
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
Everything about the digiworld began four years ago. I was
about thirteen and was hanging near the bakery when I heard
my sister scream.
I looked up and saw Maya running toward me with ash
covering her face and clothes. She managed to trot up to
me, rasping.
"Th...The house is on fire," she gasped. "Rachel's
inside."
"What?!" I demanded. She didn't have time to reply, for I
was racing down the dirty street toward our house. I really
didn't notice the exceptionally tall man following by in
the main street; I had no time to care. Rachel was in
danger, and I wasn't going to stand and do nothing about
it.
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
Where once my house laid, an inferno was in its place. It
looked ready to collapse, and I heared my little sister cry
out in terror. Maya came running up, short of breath.
I grabbed her by the shoulders. "Go get help, now!"
She nodded and ran off as fast as she could toward the
firehouse, yelling at any open window for help.
My mind was racing. There was no way to get in there
through the front, so I skidded to the back. Nothing there,
either. Then I saw the window, the shingles long since
burnt to nothing but ash.
With a moment of hesitation, I dived in through the
window, landing on my stomach and almost getting the wind
knocked out of me. Propping myself up on my hands and
knees, I began to look for my sister as best I could in all
the chaotic smoke and creeping flames.
I finally got a quick glimpse of her, huddled in the
corner with her old rag doll, crying and burrying her face
in her lap.
"Hang on, Rachel!" I shouted, coughing as the smoke made
its way toward me. Rachel whimpered, looking up at me, her
face tearstained and filled with mortal fear.
I scrambled over to her, hugging her close to me. I heard
the firemen from the department calling from outside, but
they were faint and sounded so far away.
My world was nothing but the smell of smoke, fire, and the
ongoing pain as I crawled toward the door with Rachel
wrapped around my neck. The door was so close, yet...
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
Maya paced quickly, dodging the dogged doctors, asking
unimportant questions about if she was hurt or if she felt
sick.
"Oh God," she raised her eyes to the dying roof in horror.
"The roof is going to collapse on them! Drake! Rachel! Oh
God! No!"
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
"Oh God," I rasped, slamming my fist on the floorboard.
"The roof just has to collapse! God!"
Rachel gazed at me with fear. "Are we gonna die, Dwake?"
Pained, I forced as much a smile as humanly possible at a
time like this. "No, lovey. Not us. Not today."
Determined to die before Rachel ever felt another ounce of
fear, I set her on the ground and walked over to the rafter
that blocked me and Rachel from freedom. It was sizzling
with flames, growing darker by the second. I could wait for
it to burn, but, of course, the roof just had to decide to
collapse sooner or later.
Sucking in a short breath, mostly smoke, I raised my hands
to touch the beam. They were hovering, trying to retract
from where I wanted them to be. Finally, they made contact
with the firey wood, and as I screamed in agony, the beam
moved away from the door.
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
Maya cried out, her heart breaking, as she heard Drake
scream out in pain. Pushing her way through the marauding
doctors and firemen, her eyes widened to see the miracle.
The rafter that had fallen in front of the door shifted
and moved away, reavealing Drake, with Rachel clinging to
his neck, diving out of the house moments before it
collapsed.
Rachel let go of Drake's neck, coughing violently as the
doctors ran over and picked her up, inspecting for wounds
every step of the way. Drake was still sprawled on the
ground, shivering as if it were twenty below zero.
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
I moaned, the stinging of the iodine being applied to my
bloodied face and body rousing me to conciousness. Glancing
to my left, I saw Maya holding Rachel as they bandaged a
leg that looked more like a slab of raw hamburger.
Wincing, I watched my doctor gently lift my wrists,
gasping in disbelief at what the hands revealed;as did I.
They were scarred and black, with...scales? What were
scales doing on a burn? The doctor seemed to be asking
these questions mentally, applying the necessary medicines
as he murmured things like, "Unbelieveable...what kind of
disease could...was it a snakebite or..." I was unaware of
his questions; I was too awestruck by my hands,
involountarily looking up, seeing that same tall man...
I gasped harshly. He had the *same* hands I seemed to
have! How?! Was he the cause?
I never got my answer, because I was whisked away into the
ambulance where I would spend four weeks of agony and
testing.
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
To this day, my hands are scaled and black. They don't
bother me so much as the fact that that man, who wasn't a
man, did this to me and almost killed my sisters. He wasn't
human, as I later discovered; he was Magemon, the
equivalent to the Japanese Blackwargreymon as you know. It
was he who ruined my life, as well as six others I meet up
with later in that year...
***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** ***** *****
Note: I didn't come up with Digimon. This is just a fiction story about it. Digimon is copyrighted.