Shattered Dreams
By: Theodore 'Blitz' Leung
Disclaimer: All Digimon and their characters (except for those introduced in this fic/series) do NOT belong to me. I do not have permission to use their characters, but it's a FanFic, so, who cares? =) This story line belongs to me and me alone. Please ask for permission if you wish to use it. Thanks. Now let's get onto reading!
They weren't sure when it started. All they knew was one of their comrades was dead and another was missing. It was on that day that the Digital Portals were never opened again.
None of the remaining three dared stepped foot into the Digital Portal, and so the world was left at peace once more, strangely as it may sound.
It wasn't until the day one month afterwards that three Digimon appeared in the Real World, one at the residence of the three remaining fourth generation Digi-Destined.
Each Digimon was badly wounded, and didn't survive to return to the Digital World. Each told the same tale to the Digi-Destined they met, telling them that the threat to the Digital World was saved.
However, that all changed on that very same day.
Serangmon and his two generals, with the assistance of one other defeated the fiend sucking the energy from the Digital World. It was that fiends last breath that sent the both worlds into utter chaos.
With the dying breath, the two worlds were merged. With the dying breath, the two worlds now one was corrupted with his dark touch.
No one was prepared as suddenly Digimon and Humans began to fight a struggle, some under the influence of darkness, others just for survival.
It is three years later, the world is in turmoil. The Digi-Human War has begun, and the time for destruction is now.
* * * * * *
"RIVER OF POWER!"
The blast of light blue energy lashed out and blasted a hole into the approaching destroyer. Crewmen began to evacuate as Metal Seadramon turned his sights towards another target. Small convoys sailed past the Mega Level Digimon as the metallic serpent tried to protect them.
"Over there!" Michael cried out from on the Digimon's head, pointing to Metal Seadramon's left.
"RIVER OF POWER!"
Metal Seadramon didn't what Digimon he blasted that tried to jump at him, but he knew whatever it was, it got drilled into the ocean floor.
"Nice one!" Michael spoke, looking back. "Damn, the convoy's under attack!" Metal Seadramon quickly responded, rushing back to protecting the ships.
"SONIC MANDIBLES!"
Green energy lashed out at the Digimon attacking the rear ship. The ones ahead remained unscathed, but the last one had it's engines destroyed and was stranded.
"We got to protect the ship!" K.H. shouted, charging energy into the weapon Axeramon gave him before the Digimon was deleted.
With that, the young adult unleashed a Torment Aero attack, knocking of many Digimon trying to climb aboard and smashing through the side railing of the ship.
"K.H., need help?!" Michael shouted from above.
"Just get this ship to the port!!" K.H. yelled back, slicing another Digimon and deleting it. Michael nodded, and Metal Seadramon began to push the ship to port, leaving Legionarimon and K.H. to defend.
"BLAST BUBBLE!"
K.H. quickly turned around, seeing a Sienmon behind him and unleashing the sticky bubble attack.
"K.H., get down!" Legionarimon cried out, knocking his partner over and getting pinned down by the bubbles.
"Legionarimon!" K.H. shouted.
"FLOWER CANNON!"
The blast of nature energy deleted the amphibious Digimon. Lillymon flew past, waving quickly before unloading another cannon shot into another attacking Digimon. Metal Seadramon pushed on faster, hoping to get the boat into their territory before anything terrible happens. At least there, they had defense turrets to help repel this attack. K.H. quickly turned to face their pursuers.
"Why aren't those cruisers chasing after us?!" he shouted over the racket. He was answered when a shell narrowly missed the boat. "Never mind!" he shouted, dashing over to the edge.
"Don't fail me now…" K.H. thought, swing his weapon in an upward arc once he was at the edge. A shockwave smashed through the back of the ship and headed right towards one of the distant cruisers. Water jetted into the air as the shockwave skimmed across the surface of the ocean.
An explosion rocked the closest cruiser. Explosions lashed the air as the ship's hull was breached. The other cruisers begin to break their assault, afraid of the repercussions.
"Nice shot," Legionarimon commented, walking up to his partner. The ship reached inside friendly territory, within the firing grid of their defenses. K.H. exhaled, lowering his weapon. He glanced down at the axe heads, noticing a symbol embedded on each axe head.
"Courage…" K.H. muttered, remembering the symbol. "Axeramon…I won't fail you…"
* * * * * *
Vormon roared out in defiance, smashing Rookie Digimon away as they scurried up to attack him. He narrowed his eye, seeing a line of enemy Digimon in front of him.
"BEAM OF CONVERGENCE!"
The blast of fire and ice energy vaulted forward, crashing through the enemies. He grinned, before backhanding another Digimon trying to climb onto him.
"How are you holding up?" the Champion level Digimon cried out, turning to face Marc.
The Digi-Destined didn't respond, only twirled the sword in his right hand twice, then rushed forward, right arm in front, left arm behind. Three Champion level Digimon opposed him.
"No problem," Marc thought, slashing hard with his right weapon, running past the second and thrusting the blade in his left arm into the third Digimon. Using the momentum, he jumped up, kicked off the third Digimon and leaped backwards, driving both his blades into the Digimon he ran past before. All three Digimon fell into bits of data.
Marc breathing was hard, never used to this kind of work, but became so familiar with the blood that he was hardly fazed by this occurrence.
"Die!" someone shouted. Marc quickly turned to his left, seeing a soldier with a shotgun pointed in his direction.
"METEOR WING!"
The falling meteor of fire energy smashed into the human, incinerating him with the burning heat. There was a short cry before it was muffled under the scorching flame. Marc glanced up, seeing Birdramon, with Sora on her, fly past. Marc always though Sora should've gone back to Japan on that day, but she didn't, and here she was now, saving his life.
"We have to keep fighting," she told him before. "Hope is in those blades Marc, and we have to keep fighting for Hope."
Marc sighed, watching the other attacking Digimon retreat. Marc lowered his head and took a cloth from his pocket, wiping away the bloodstains on the weapons. Embedded on the hilt of each weapon was the Crest of Hope, the two weapons Serangmon gave him before the Digimon was deleted.
"Tao…if you're out there…you deserve these weapons more then I…" the 18 year old spoke, sheathing the blades.
* * * * * *
Tiberius quickly ran to the storeroom, where many wounded lay. Still, many others were outside, armed and defending this stronghold. Yasmine was busy tending to the wounded with the help of Botanimon, though more and more were beginning to be carried in.
"How's it going…" Yasmine asked quickly, knowing full well who it was.
"Now very good…" Tiberius quickly answered, sheathing his sword, a sword he gained from a fallen Digimon. He ran over to the table and analyzed the blueprints of this building and the surrounding buildings to Yasmine Store, now converted to a fortress. "There's too many coming in through the north side, and there's no way to stop them…" Tiberius spoke aloud, studying the plans carefully.
"Hey, TIBERIUS!" the 18 year-old's comlink buzzed. Bukkomon's voice was scattered but was still audible. "Some help is ALWAYS appreciated."
"I'm working on it!" Tiberius yelled back, still studying. Suddenly, as usual, and idea occurred to him. "Bukko, level that north building!"
"Yes sir!" Bukkomon cried out.
"ROCKET FLARE!"
Tiberius could hear metal grind and turn as the building slowly collapsed. He remember that the building was about to fall, and decided to use it to his advantage.
The ground rocked on impact, shaking their fortress temporary, but leaving it unscathed.
"They are retreating," Bukkomon told Tiberius. A cheer of allies rose up across the fortress, though Tiberius only exhaled and fell exhaustedly onto a chair.
"Nice job chief," Yasmine spoke, smiling lightly. "You always pull through in the end." Tiberius nodded, placing a hand onto his weapon. On the hilt was an impression, and impression Tiberius grew familiar with. He knew what the symbol was on the blade, the symbol of Leadership.
* * * * * *
"Man, you are SO crazy, Wint," the voice spoke in his comlink.
"Just keep shooting Magna," he replied through the comlink. The young adult stood in the middle of six Digimon, leveling from Rookies to Champions. In each of his hands was a knife, no longer then from his fingertips to his elbow. At the tip of each handle was a symbol, the symbol for the Crest of Love.
"Soaren…I'm going to need pick up after this you know…" he spoke softly, keeping an eye on each Digimon.
"Sorry Winter, but I'm a little busy!" the voice cried out, followed by more gun fire.
"Don't worry Wint, I'm on my way!" another female voice told Winter.
"Then make it fast Celest…" Winter muttered, his arms gripped tightly on his knives.
"Definit-…woah!" Celest screamed.
"Celest?!" both Magna and Winter yelled out.
"Sorry Wint, I won't be able to make it to your aid…I'm pinned down right now…" she spoke softly. Winter gritted his teeth.
"Evac, report," he spoke, still keeping an eye on the circle of Digimon.
"Most troops have been evacuated, we're waiting on your signal to pull out," the young feminine voice answered.
"Then pull out, we got Soaren to get us off!" he ordered, seeing the first Digimon charge him.
"But sir…" the other protested.
"That's an order!" Winter yelled, ramming his left blade into the Digimon. The other five rushed forward. Winter kicked the Digimon off his knife before ramming it into another Digimon behind him and jumping over that Digimon, ripping a hole into that Digimon which instantly deleted it. The other four hesitated, scared of the results from confronting Winter.
"You aren't afraid of a 17 year old, are ya?" he mocked, still in a battle pose. One of the Digimon took a step forward, then entered into a charge.
"I think not!" Winter thought, tossing the knife in his right hand. The weapon impaled the Digimon right between the eyes. In the same instant, blue energy engulfed the weapon, before it disappeared, then reappeared in Winter's hand. That Digimon fell and was deleted, leaving three more left.
"Anyone else?" Winter asked, taking one step forward. The other three didn't want to see the results, and turned tail and ran.
"Uh…I need a little help here!" Celest cried out.
"I'm on it!" Magna told them.
"Hey, Magna, keep up the cover fire, I'll get her!" Winter spoke in his comlink.
"Sorry boss, no can do!" was the response before the line was cut.
"Damn…crazy sniper…" Winter muttered, finding Celest's location and making a mad dash to join her. "Soaren, once you're done up there, prepare for pick up!"
"Roger that!" the voice answered.
"Thankfully…these weapons provide us with some additional power," Winter thought, running at unprecedented speed for a human. He was also thankful his weapon provided immense agility and finesse.
"And I can leap insane heights too," Winter thought, looking up, then pressing off the ground and flipping over a high wall that stood in his path. "Feels like Legend of Mana," Winter thought, chuckling mentally, but knowing this wasn't the time for jokes, and bolted to find Celest.
* * * * * *
Marc sat down at the table in his room. The small hospital they used as their base of operations lasted for the last year, and would most likely last for the year afterwards if they kept up their current defensive status. Xemon leaped onto the bed, staring out the window.
"K.H. and Tiberius are doing good too…" Marc told his Digimon once her checked his e-mail.
"But until we can find the source of this evil…we're stuck in this war…" Xemon retorted, not angry, but not particular happy either. Marc sighed, placing his two blades onto the rotting table, amazed that this table was supporting it. The door to his room didn't lock, nor did it even close properly, but it was probably one of the best rooms in the hospital.
"It's been two years…and we still haven't heard anything from the east…" Marc spoke softly. He was worried about all the other Digi-Destined situated in Japan, and always wondered how they were handling.
A short rapping on the door informed him of company.
"Come in Damon…" Marc spoke, knowing who it was. Very few people actually bothered him, and Damon made it a rule to bother his student at least once a day.
"Am I really that obvious?" Damon asked, entering the room. The older Digi-Destined had a shotgun slung over his shoulder.
"How did it go on your front?" Marc asked, ignoring the previous question.
"It's intact, though we lost some good people out there…" Damon answered, saddened.
"We always lose good people…" Marc muttered, turning to face Damon.
"As long as it's still holding, we're going to be okay…" Marc told Damon. "Just keep up the defense until we can attack the source directly."
"Yes sir…" Damon replied unenthusiastically before leaving the chambers, shutting the door behind him. There was silence in the room, neither occupant moving.
"Do you ever doubt what we do?" Marc asked Xemon. The Digimon didn't reply, but he knew Marc knew the answer: 'no'.
* * * * * *
Celest was breathing hard, her sub-machinegun in her hand, the clip half empty, and no more ammunition to spare. She leaned her head back against the brick wall that currently shielded her against the hail of fire.
Her blond hair was tied into a knot, stained by her own blood when she was shot earlier this battle. She wore a tatter vest over her black T-shirt. She unclipped a pocket button on her jeans and removed a small cylinder of water. She popped the cap and drank the small veil in one gulp, discarding the water.
"Stupid Fallen Angels…" she muttered, referring to the squad of Digimon and Humans who attacked their former headquarters. The evacuation was complete except for four: her, Magna, Winter, and Soaren.
A frag grenade detonated against the wall, stunning her for a second with the shockwave.
The squad reacted quickly, four Humans surrounding her as she lost grip with reality for a minute. The fastest one knocked the weapon out of her hand. She gasped at the suddenness of that ambush, guns locked down towards her. She slowly raised her hands.
"She's kind a cute," one of the soldiers remarked.
"Yeah…it'll be fun with her…" another answered. Celest felt sick to her stomach. She knew she was going to be a prisoner. Actually, she knew she was going to be something much worse then a prisoner.
"Celest!" Magna's voice rang out. She looked up, seeing him rushing towards her, a pistol in each hand. In a matter of two rounds from each gun, he killed all four soldiers. Just as quickly he was right beside Celest, hugging her tightly. Celest hugged back equally as tightly, happy to see Magna.
"Thank you," she whispered into his ear.
"Anything for you…" he whispered back.
A shot rang out, startling both. Celest held Magna in her arms, then slowly opened her eyes. She gasped, a soldier standing their, holding a pistol directly towards them.
"Damn…" Magna cursed, shot in the back. The soldier had this grin on his face, about to kill the trigger again.
His shot went wide, his body surging forward carelessly and onto the ground. In his back was a knife. In blue energy, the knife disappeared, Winter landing right beside the now dead soldier, knife in hand. Winter looked up, then rushed forward, checking how serious the wound of Magna was.
"He'll survive…" Winter spoke, relief in his voice. His comlink suddenly burst to life.
"Winter, what ever the hell you're doing now, be prepared for pick up! It's now or never, and this has to be fast!" Soaren exclaimed.
"Magna is wounded! We can't DO a fast pick up!" Winter yelled back.
"Then you better think of something fast, I'm coming in about a minute!" Soaren quickly responded, before closing the link.
"Damn…" Winter cursed, unsure what to do.
"Hey…just go…" Magna told both of them.
"I won't leave you here!" Celest quickly protested. Winter agreed fully.
"Rather one of us gone then the whole thing…" Magna told them. "Besides…Winter…they need you over there…you started this rebellion…you got to see it through…"
"Magna…" Winter spoke softly.
"You got a lot of heart for a 17 year old…keep believing, you'll pull through…" Magna continued. His hand fell onto Celest hand. "Besides…Celest here will keep you in line…"
"Magna…" Celest pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.
"Thirty seconds," came Soaren's voice through the link.
"Take care of each other, alright?" Magna asked, begging for Winter to make the right decision.
"Twenty…" Soaren told him.
"Magna…" Winter spoke softly.
"Ten…"
"Let's go Celest," Winter spoke, looking up. He could see Soaren's eagle like form in the distance coming towards them.
"But…" Celest protested. Magna withdrew his hand, pushing Celest lightly. Winter looked back up again.
"We have to go," Winter spoke, walking up and holding Celest. Soaren was clearly in the view, the white eagle like Digimon flying towards them.
"Keep it going, Wint," Magna spoke, lowering his head. Winter nodded, raising an arm. Soaren flew by quickly, though Winter equally as quickly grabbed his talon. The two lifted off, chased by some other flying Digimon, but they fell behind quickly.
"Magna…" Celest spoke, sobbing against Winter's shoulder. Winter remained silent, unable to say anything to consolidate his companion.
* * * * * *
Magna lay still, a shadow befalling him. He looked up, seeing an unidentified person with an Angel Digimon standing behind him. The Angel's wings were as black as the night sky.
"So…you must be the leader of the Fallen Angels…" Magna grunted. The Human grinned.
"He'll make a fine addition to the squad," he answered, looking back at the Angel Digimon. The Digimon nodded, knocking Magna out with the end of his staff.
Fin
Completed: 02/18/01