In the END
A Digimon Fan Fic written by: Miki-chan
Chapter Two: The New World
Millions of cold, dark tombstones could be seen for miles in a place that never saw daylight. This sacred place was located underground and was full of rats. They call it "The curse of 2002." Someone was always paying respect to the love ones they had lost in the past five years. Coming here helps many patch up the wound they all have in their hearts. They might heal but they would never forget.
Standing there now was a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. His dark clothing made it hard to see him as he stood before the oldest grave. His eyes were red, sore from the stream of tears that wouldn't stop. In silence, he reflexes that day five years ago. The day it all changed.
It happened so fast. No one saw it coming. And no one knew it would change everything. The day started out as a picnic in the digital world. When the digidesten arrived they soon realized something was wrong, but didn't pay any attention to it. Out of nowhere, an electrical storm covered the planet. Lightning hit the open portal, causing energy waves to shake the digital world. The energy overload caused the digital world to collapse. Imagine a world without computers. Computers run our whole world. There's not much we can do without them. And when the digital world was deleted, chaos ran through the world. People died. Countries fell. No one had power. No one could control. No one could help. The whole planet was weakened. The worst was yet to come. An unknown, undefined force saw it's opportunity and took it. It had power and made it's self the ruler of our world. It's dark, evil power spread. This power turned innocent people into monsters. And ruined even more lives. They call these monsters "followers." And they call this force "The King."
A small flame flickered on the tip of a white candle the older teenager was holding. Light glowed off the words engraved in the tombstone. The name Yagami Taichi shined with a mysterious light. Yagami Taichi, seeing those words caused a sharp pain in the young man's heart. A lock of hair fell in front of his face. Shaking the hair away, he places his hands in his pockets and sighs. His mouth opens as he begins to speak to the lifeless stone that lies before him.
"Why couldn't it have been me?" His voice was rough and uneasy, like it was lined with needles. "I don't know what to do. You always knew. At the time I didn't want to admit it but you were our leader." His face turns down, starring at the name of his best friend. "If it was me and not you. you could have changed everything. Things wouldn't be the way they are. I hate living like this! Always watching my back. I don't know who to trust anymore, Tai. You think you know someone and when you'd do anything for them they fuck you in ass!" Tears continued to run down his face, the salty liquid kissing the ground. A grin appears on his face as he lets out a small chuckle. "If you think about it, you lucked out. You don't have to live with the world fucking with you! Think it was bad before? You have no idea how things are. Living underground, hiding to save your ass? It's worked for the past five years but how long will it last? People are still being killed. Shit! How long will it be before I join you? One month? Two?" His fist moves across his eyes, wiping the tears away. "Before you died, you told Sora that whatever she does you hope that she's happy. Sorry man." His eyes leave the stone. Turning, Ishida Yamato walks off in to the darkness leaving the curse of 2002 behind.
****
"Where have you been?"
The tunnel was dark and damp. Water dipped from above creating little puddles on the ground. The only light came from three candles, which were set on the ground beside three young men. Yamato came up to them with a straight face. He turned to the youngest, who was seventeen, the one who had spoken to him.
"Sorry, I had something I needed to do."
"No problem. Did you get it?" His name is Michiyo Chiaki. He's short, no taller than 5'5", but has strong arms and is an excellent gunman. With his spiked, flaming red hair and green eyes it's hard not to notice him.
Yamato smirked as he dropped a large canvas bag to the ground. Bending down, he untied the band that was holding the bag shut. Chiaki brought a candle over the bag so he could see its contents. Several large firearms were neatly wrapped and settled in the canvas bag. "It's all here. You guys still up to it?"
"Why wouldn't we be? It's our job." Ryutaro Koji, a brunette badass with icy blue eyes. Several scars mark his arms and chest, each with a story to tell. This nineteen year old seems fearless in battle as he would ratter hit the enemy face on with his bare hands then use a rifle. "Let's kick some ass!"
"What's the plan?" Yamato asks as he throws his hands back into his pockets. He looks around as he realizes that there's smoke in the air. His eyes fall upon the third teenager who is sitting, smoking a joint. Yamato rolls his eyes, as he reaches down and smacks him on the back of the head. "Put it out."
Takahashi Kori has jet-black hair and has a "don't give a fuck" attitude. Though it doesn't seem like it, Kori is a brilliant plan strategist. Kori places two fingers to his lips as he takes one last inhale of the smoldering joint. "We attack base #492. Myself, Chiaki, and Koji hit the north-west side." Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a hand drawn map, complete with every last detail of the base. He points to the map. "Here. This is the main entrance. Shooting there will get their attention. Yamato, you enter at air vent #09." Kori's eyes move across the map. Again, his first finger touches the drawing. "This is where I entered to map the inside of their base. It's never guarded. Once inside, turn right and move along hallway #07. The third door on the left is the food cabinet."
Chiaki looks at Kori with a puzzled face. "We're only taking food?"
"We have no choice. Only one of us can enter without being seen," says Kori as he starts to get up from where he had been sitting.
"Yamato. You'll need to be out of there in 10 minutes."
His lip turns up as he smiles. "I know, Koji. You guys wont be able to hold them off for long." Yamato's hand comes down to his hip. He lifts up his shirt to revel a small handgun. Lifting it out of place, he checks to make sure it's fully loaded. "Ready?"
****
The moon was full as it's mystical light shined down on the broken land of Odaiba, Japan. The land was gray, lost. Fallen buildings smothered any life that once lived. Smashed cars lay about, forgotten by their owners. Starving dogs licked their lips as they sat there dieing. The city Yamato once called home was as different as night and day. Everything was gone and so silent. As Yamato and the guys climbed out of the manhole, they remembered how it all once was.
"It's not every day that we get to see the moon," Chiaki whispers as he looks up at the night's sky. Billions of tiny stars cover the heavens, like holes on a black canopy. Ahead of them lies base #492, which was once a large warehouse. The base held no signs of life, but they all knew danger waited inside. Each of the four candles were blown out as the guys dropped to their knees. The canvas bag was reopened as the weapons were chosen, each guy picking one they would work best with. Several clicks sounded then vanished in the dark atmosphere.
"Yamato, go on first," instructed Kori, his arm waving Yamato on. "Once he's out of sight," Kori says as Yamato sneaks off towards the large building, "we attack." Kori's eyes face and become transfixed on the base. He watches carefully as Yamato slowly disappears into air vent #09. His hands move along the machine gun he selected, his fingers click off the safeties. It was time.
****
There wasn't much space as Yamato crawled through the air vent. In fact, it was hard for Yamato to breathe. His chest heaved up and down as he inhaled, his lungs touching his rib cage. He pulled himself long by his forearms, rubbing against the cool metal. The vent was dark, but Yamato could tell there were cobwebs, for they brushed against him as he moved along. A light shined ahead, singling that he was almost there. He pushed on, trying to make as little noise as possible, but his boot buckles made a soft scratching sound. Yamato prayed the followers wouldn't hear. If they heard him, he would be trapped and would surely be killed or enslaved.
Yamato reached the screen. Peering through, he saw that no one was there. It was safe to climb down. The palms of his hands firmly pressed on the screen until it was detached. Removing the screen, Yamato smoothly slid head first from the vent. His hands were spread outward. When he hit the floor, his hands pushed the ground causing him to tumble. Yamato jumped up as he completed the turn. Standing still for a moment, he looks left then right, double-checking to make sure no one was coming. His right hand comes to his hip, lifting his gun out of its holster. His fingers quickly clicked off the safeties. Bringing the pistol up near his face in an upright position, his left hand joins his right. Quietly, Yamato turns right and walks along hallway #07. His senses are on high alert as he starts to count the doors on the left side of the walkway. It was too quiet. The only sounds Yamato could hear were his own heartbeat and the distant shots from outside. Nothing else. The silence sent chills up his spine as he finally came up to the third door. Turning the doorknob with his left hand, he presses his back against the door as he opens it. His arms shot out, quickly searching the room with his handgun out stretched. Luckily, no one was there. Sighing, he reaches back and shuts the door.
The large, white room was dark and cold, very cold. Goosebumps coved Yamato's body, even though he was completely clothed. He shook a little and you could see his breath as he breathed. His shadowy blue eyes scan the room. His eyes fall on, then leave but quickly return and stare at sacks of rice and wheat. Perfect. Walking up, he notices that each sack is about 40 pounds. 'I'll only be able to carry out two sacks,' he thinks to himself as he lifts one of them. 'Better take one of each.' Pulling from his belt, he takes out a canvas bag. Quickly, he opens it and places a sack of rice and a sack of wheat inside. The bag was specially made with straps, so Yamato could carry the bag on his back. Putting the backpack on, he starts to open the door to leave. The voices of two men could be heard down the hallway and they were coming Yamato's way. Leaving the door open a crack, Yamato leans up against the wall, listening carefully. At first the men's voices were muffled but as they came closer, their voices became clearer.
"They thinks we're so stupid. They thinks we don't know about their little village," grunted a very large man in white clothing. He turned and smirked at the skinny man walking next to him.
"They're in for a big surprise tonight. They won't know what hit them," the small man replied as he chuckled.
"Too bad we got stuck guardin' this dump. I hear the boys are goin' trash the place, then hit up that bar they gots there," the larger man growled. There foot steps faded as they walked away.
Cautiously, Yamato peers out into the hall. They were gone. With a sigh of relief, his face becomes serious. They had a problem. The followers were going to attack a reconstructed part of Odaiba that was called Tokai. Tokai was built half on land, half underground, to help keep survivors safe from follower attacks. Up to this point, everyone believed the followers held no knowledge of Tokai. And now, they were going to attack the unsuspecting city.
****
About five miles north of base #492, lies the south end of Tokai. This part of the city is known for Tengoku, a club/bar many go to at night. In a back room, a girl about sixteen lies on the floor, helpless. A man, in his late twenties with buzzed bleached hair and a scorpion tattoo on the left side of his neck, leans over the girl. His arms are muscular and flex as he slaps the girl across her face.
"Why don't you scream? Come on, make this more interesting."
The girl lies there. Her face and body are beaten with tiny cuts here and there. Her light brown, medium length hair is spread against the hard, stone floor. Her soft brown eyes are filled with sadness. She doesn't move as the man rips off her shirt and starts to feel her. His cold hands touch her in places they shouldn't be. He takes off another piece of clothing. Her chest in now bare, except for a gold chain with a golden angel attached. It starts to twinkle.
"Why don't you just get it over with and kill me?" The girl finally speaks, her voice yielding.
The man just smiles, as he punches the girl in the stomach. She lets out a cry of pain, and then becomes breathless.
"You really are worthless," the man spits as he backhands her. "I'm probably doing you a favor. Putting you out of your misery. You should thank me."
She closes her eyes. Tears slowly drizzle down her broken face. "I am worthless," she whispers as the angel around her neck begins to glow.
****
Authors Note: Hey, thanks to all of you who reviewed. Glad you like it. I have a lot planed for this 'fic. A lot. It's going to be a long one and I just hope that I can keep up. Also, I have limited computer access, so I won't be able to post as often as I'd like. Sorry. I'll try not to make the endings too suspenseful. Well hope you enjoyed chapter two. Thanks again.
A Digimon Fan Fic written by: Miki-chan
Chapter Two: The New World
Millions of cold, dark tombstones could be seen for miles in a place that never saw daylight. This sacred place was located underground and was full of rats. They call it "The curse of 2002." Someone was always paying respect to the love ones they had lost in the past five years. Coming here helps many patch up the wound they all have in their hearts. They might heal but they would never forget.
Standing there now was a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. His dark clothing made it hard to see him as he stood before the oldest grave. His eyes were red, sore from the stream of tears that wouldn't stop. In silence, he reflexes that day five years ago. The day it all changed.
It happened so fast. No one saw it coming. And no one knew it would change everything. The day started out as a picnic in the digital world. When the digidesten arrived they soon realized something was wrong, but didn't pay any attention to it. Out of nowhere, an electrical storm covered the planet. Lightning hit the open portal, causing energy waves to shake the digital world. The energy overload caused the digital world to collapse. Imagine a world without computers. Computers run our whole world. There's not much we can do without them. And when the digital world was deleted, chaos ran through the world. People died. Countries fell. No one had power. No one could control. No one could help. The whole planet was weakened. The worst was yet to come. An unknown, undefined force saw it's opportunity and took it. It had power and made it's self the ruler of our world. It's dark, evil power spread. This power turned innocent people into monsters. And ruined even more lives. They call these monsters "followers." And they call this force "The King."
A small flame flickered on the tip of a white candle the older teenager was holding. Light glowed off the words engraved in the tombstone. The name Yagami Taichi shined with a mysterious light. Yagami Taichi, seeing those words caused a sharp pain in the young man's heart. A lock of hair fell in front of his face. Shaking the hair away, he places his hands in his pockets and sighs. His mouth opens as he begins to speak to the lifeless stone that lies before him.
"Why couldn't it have been me?" His voice was rough and uneasy, like it was lined with needles. "I don't know what to do. You always knew. At the time I didn't want to admit it but you were our leader." His face turns down, starring at the name of his best friend. "If it was me and not you. you could have changed everything. Things wouldn't be the way they are. I hate living like this! Always watching my back. I don't know who to trust anymore, Tai. You think you know someone and when you'd do anything for them they fuck you in ass!" Tears continued to run down his face, the salty liquid kissing the ground. A grin appears on his face as he lets out a small chuckle. "If you think about it, you lucked out. You don't have to live with the world fucking with you! Think it was bad before? You have no idea how things are. Living underground, hiding to save your ass? It's worked for the past five years but how long will it last? People are still being killed. Shit! How long will it be before I join you? One month? Two?" His fist moves across his eyes, wiping the tears away. "Before you died, you told Sora that whatever she does you hope that she's happy. Sorry man." His eyes leave the stone. Turning, Ishida Yamato walks off in to the darkness leaving the curse of 2002 behind.
****
"Where have you been?"
The tunnel was dark and damp. Water dipped from above creating little puddles on the ground. The only light came from three candles, which were set on the ground beside three young men. Yamato came up to them with a straight face. He turned to the youngest, who was seventeen, the one who had spoken to him.
"Sorry, I had something I needed to do."
"No problem. Did you get it?" His name is Michiyo Chiaki. He's short, no taller than 5'5", but has strong arms and is an excellent gunman. With his spiked, flaming red hair and green eyes it's hard not to notice him.
Yamato smirked as he dropped a large canvas bag to the ground. Bending down, he untied the band that was holding the bag shut. Chiaki brought a candle over the bag so he could see its contents. Several large firearms were neatly wrapped and settled in the canvas bag. "It's all here. You guys still up to it?"
"Why wouldn't we be? It's our job." Ryutaro Koji, a brunette badass with icy blue eyes. Several scars mark his arms and chest, each with a story to tell. This nineteen year old seems fearless in battle as he would ratter hit the enemy face on with his bare hands then use a rifle. "Let's kick some ass!"
"What's the plan?" Yamato asks as he throws his hands back into his pockets. He looks around as he realizes that there's smoke in the air. His eyes fall upon the third teenager who is sitting, smoking a joint. Yamato rolls his eyes, as he reaches down and smacks him on the back of the head. "Put it out."
Takahashi Kori has jet-black hair and has a "don't give a fuck" attitude. Though it doesn't seem like it, Kori is a brilliant plan strategist. Kori places two fingers to his lips as he takes one last inhale of the smoldering joint. "We attack base #492. Myself, Chiaki, and Koji hit the north-west side." Reaching into his pocket he pulls out a hand drawn map, complete with every last detail of the base. He points to the map. "Here. This is the main entrance. Shooting there will get their attention. Yamato, you enter at air vent #09." Kori's eyes move across the map. Again, his first finger touches the drawing. "This is where I entered to map the inside of their base. It's never guarded. Once inside, turn right and move along hallway #07. The third door on the left is the food cabinet."
Chiaki looks at Kori with a puzzled face. "We're only taking food?"
"We have no choice. Only one of us can enter without being seen," says Kori as he starts to get up from where he had been sitting.
"Yamato. You'll need to be out of there in 10 minutes."
His lip turns up as he smiles. "I know, Koji. You guys wont be able to hold them off for long." Yamato's hand comes down to his hip. He lifts up his shirt to revel a small handgun. Lifting it out of place, he checks to make sure it's fully loaded. "Ready?"
****
The moon was full as it's mystical light shined down on the broken land of Odaiba, Japan. The land was gray, lost. Fallen buildings smothered any life that once lived. Smashed cars lay about, forgotten by their owners. Starving dogs licked their lips as they sat there dieing. The city Yamato once called home was as different as night and day. Everything was gone and so silent. As Yamato and the guys climbed out of the manhole, they remembered how it all once was.
"It's not every day that we get to see the moon," Chiaki whispers as he looks up at the night's sky. Billions of tiny stars cover the heavens, like holes on a black canopy. Ahead of them lies base #492, which was once a large warehouse. The base held no signs of life, but they all knew danger waited inside. Each of the four candles were blown out as the guys dropped to their knees. The canvas bag was reopened as the weapons were chosen, each guy picking one they would work best with. Several clicks sounded then vanished in the dark atmosphere.
"Yamato, go on first," instructed Kori, his arm waving Yamato on. "Once he's out of sight," Kori says as Yamato sneaks off towards the large building, "we attack." Kori's eyes face and become transfixed on the base. He watches carefully as Yamato slowly disappears into air vent #09. His hands move along the machine gun he selected, his fingers click off the safeties. It was time.
****
There wasn't much space as Yamato crawled through the air vent. In fact, it was hard for Yamato to breathe. His chest heaved up and down as he inhaled, his lungs touching his rib cage. He pulled himself long by his forearms, rubbing against the cool metal. The vent was dark, but Yamato could tell there were cobwebs, for they brushed against him as he moved along. A light shined ahead, singling that he was almost there. He pushed on, trying to make as little noise as possible, but his boot buckles made a soft scratching sound. Yamato prayed the followers wouldn't hear. If they heard him, he would be trapped and would surely be killed or enslaved.
Yamato reached the screen. Peering through, he saw that no one was there. It was safe to climb down. The palms of his hands firmly pressed on the screen until it was detached. Removing the screen, Yamato smoothly slid head first from the vent. His hands were spread outward. When he hit the floor, his hands pushed the ground causing him to tumble. Yamato jumped up as he completed the turn. Standing still for a moment, he looks left then right, double-checking to make sure no one was coming. His right hand comes to his hip, lifting his gun out of its holster. His fingers quickly clicked off the safeties. Bringing the pistol up near his face in an upright position, his left hand joins his right. Quietly, Yamato turns right and walks along hallway #07. His senses are on high alert as he starts to count the doors on the left side of the walkway. It was too quiet. The only sounds Yamato could hear were his own heartbeat and the distant shots from outside. Nothing else. The silence sent chills up his spine as he finally came up to the third door. Turning the doorknob with his left hand, he presses his back against the door as he opens it. His arms shot out, quickly searching the room with his handgun out stretched. Luckily, no one was there. Sighing, he reaches back and shuts the door.
The large, white room was dark and cold, very cold. Goosebumps coved Yamato's body, even though he was completely clothed. He shook a little and you could see his breath as he breathed. His shadowy blue eyes scan the room. His eyes fall on, then leave but quickly return and stare at sacks of rice and wheat. Perfect. Walking up, he notices that each sack is about 40 pounds. 'I'll only be able to carry out two sacks,' he thinks to himself as he lifts one of them. 'Better take one of each.' Pulling from his belt, he takes out a canvas bag. Quickly, he opens it and places a sack of rice and a sack of wheat inside. The bag was specially made with straps, so Yamato could carry the bag on his back. Putting the backpack on, he starts to open the door to leave. The voices of two men could be heard down the hallway and they were coming Yamato's way. Leaving the door open a crack, Yamato leans up against the wall, listening carefully. At first the men's voices were muffled but as they came closer, their voices became clearer.
"They thinks we're so stupid. They thinks we don't know about their little village," grunted a very large man in white clothing. He turned and smirked at the skinny man walking next to him.
"They're in for a big surprise tonight. They won't know what hit them," the small man replied as he chuckled.
"Too bad we got stuck guardin' this dump. I hear the boys are goin' trash the place, then hit up that bar they gots there," the larger man growled. There foot steps faded as they walked away.
Cautiously, Yamato peers out into the hall. They were gone. With a sigh of relief, his face becomes serious. They had a problem. The followers were going to attack a reconstructed part of Odaiba that was called Tokai. Tokai was built half on land, half underground, to help keep survivors safe from follower attacks. Up to this point, everyone believed the followers held no knowledge of Tokai. And now, they were going to attack the unsuspecting city.
****
About five miles north of base #492, lies the south end of Tokai. This part of the city is known for Tengoku, a club/bar many go to at night. In a back room, a girl about sixteen lies on the floor, helpless. A man, in his late twenties with buzzed bleached hair and a scorpion tattoo on the left side of his neck, leans over the girl. His arms are muscular and flex as he slaps the girl across her face.
"Why don't you scream? Come on, make this more interesting."
The girl lies there. Her face and body are beaten with tiny cuts here and there. Her light brown, medium length hair is spread against the hard, stone floor. Her soft brown eyes are filled with sadness. She doesn't move as the man rips off her shirt and starts to feel her. His cold hands touch her in places they shouldn't be. He takes off another piece of clothing. Her chest in now bare, except for a gold chain with a golden angel attached. It starts to twinkle.
"Why don't you just get it over with and kill me?" The girl finally speaks, her voice yielding.
The man just smiles, as he punches the girl in the stomach. She lets out a cry of pain, and then becomes breathless.
"You really are worthless," the man spits as he backhands her. "I'm probably doing you a favor. Putting you out of your misery. You should thank me."
She closes her eyes. Tears slowly drizzle down her broken face. "I am worthless," she whispers as the angel around her neck begins to glow.
****
Authors Note: Hey, thanks to all of you who reviewed. Glad you like it. I have a lot planed for this 'fic. A lot. It's going to be a long one and I just hope that I can keep up. Also, I have limited computer access, so I won't be able to post as often as I'd like. Sorry. I'll try not to make the endings too suspenseful. Well hope you enjoyed chapter two. Thanks again.
