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up this junk?
Author's note: This first chapter is in the father's point of view. This doesn't hold for the rest of the story though, so don't expect that. This story was written to clear up a few, um, gaps with in the series. This is strictly my interpretation, so don't be surprised if you don't understand.
As I continue to run down the path, my breath is becoming ever shorter. But I dare not slow, for the evil laughter is nearing behind me.
The child within my arms buries his head deeper into my chest. I hold him closer to me. I can feel his fear, it has a good right and reason to be there. My son could always sense things I never would have imagined possible for him. If not for the fact that at the moment our very lives are in danger, pride would have taken over all other emotion.
The laughter is coming ever closer, and thus my lips are growing in a thinner line. This isn't working, I need a new plan.
I dive into a grove of trees, pressing my back into the trunk of one of them. I close my eyes, as if it could possibly drive away what plagues me. My breath becomes deep, though I beg it to silence.
The child within my arms clutches to my gray shirt as he fails to grasp on to my chest plate with his tiny fist. Whimpering comes from my son as tears begin to run onto my shirt. Sighing, I massage the small mass of brown hair upon his head as a desperate attempt to calm him.
"Sssh, sssh. It'll be over soon," I mutter, still rubbing the small brunet down that belongs to my son. He buries his head further deeper into my shirt, the tears soaking through. I look around the side of the tree from the infant I hold. There is no one in sight, but I know he's coming.
I've been able to sense everything since they've begun to chase me. The Digimon side of me taking over, I guess. I know where he's going. There isn't one step he takes nor breath he inhales that I am unaware of. By that, there could be no way that he could not be coming. The feeling is far to strong.
He's already killed my wife. She and I stood up to his cruel control over the citizens of this land. In a flash of light, she was killed, with no way to come again. I was sent into hiding with our year old boy, and thus have been so ever since.
The laughter is so close now, and I hold my breath. I press my son into my chest further to muffle the whimpers that he gives.
"GET OUT OF THERE!" he screams. My son's breath becomes held, just as mine. He can tell exactly what is wrong. As I've said, he can sense things just as I can. There is no way he could miss this.
We both remain silent, hoping he will pass. I can feel him standing just on the other side of the tree, his rage growing. But almost instantly, he stops. The anger fades, until it's gone.
"No matter. I've got bigger fish than you to fry. Until we meet again." With that, he runs off. My eyes must be as wide as dinner plates. Bigger fish than I? What on Earth could it possibly be?
My son's grip on my shirt loosens until it simply lays upon the metal armor that hangs from my shoulder. It's been a trying day for the both of us, and he's chosen to sleep it off. Wise decision, young one, very wise.
"He'll be back," I sigh, "You'll have to get out of here. But who to put you with?" I finger the pendent around his neck. The purity child. Not that I believed him any less. But to be put with the original purity would not be by any means wise. Though I love him like a brother, the original is by no means strong enough to be entrusted with my own flesh and blood.
The only to have the defenses possibly sufficient could be......
My mind made up, I clutch the child to my chest and begin to run. Farther than he'll ever find me, until my goal is reached.
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"You do understand that you may never see this child again," the man who I've handed my son to tells me. My eyes never leaving the boy who looks at me intently, I give a solitary nod.
"You can keep him completely safe. Was I right in believing thus?" I ask.
"Of course. My programs will secure a shielded and respectable life for him," he tells me, a touch of pride in his voice as he holds my son more closely. "Just make sure to live one yourself."
"I'll do so," I reassure him. "Or die trying."
With one last look toward my son, and his new father, I run off into the world I love. I must protect it at any cost, whether my son is at my side or not.
Author's note: This first chapter is in the father's point of view. This doesn't hold for the rest of the story though, so don't expect that. This story was written to clear up a few, um, gaps with in the series. This is strictly my interpretation, so don't be surprised if you don't understand.
As I continue to run down the path, my breath is becoming ever shorter. But I dare not slow, for the evil laughter is nearing behind me.
The child within my arms buries his head deeper into my chest. I hold him closer to me. I can feel his fear, it has a good right and reason to be there. My son could always sense things I never would have imagined possible for him. If not for the fact that at the moment our very lives are in danger, pride would have taken over all other emotion.
The laughter is coming ever closer, and thus my lips are growing in a thinner line. This isn't working, I need a new plan.
I dive into a grove of trees, pressing my back into the trunk of one of them. I close my eyes, as if it could possibly drive away what plagues me. My breath becomes deep, though I beg it to silence.
The child within my arms clutches to my gray shirt as he fails to grasp on to my chest plate with his tiny fist. Whimpering comes from my son as tears begin to run onto my shirt. Sighing, I massage the small mass of brown hair upon his head as a desperate attempt to calm him.
"Sssh, sssh. It'll be over soon," I mutter, still rubbing the small brunet down that belongs to my son. He buries his head further deeper into my shirt, the tears soaking through. I look around the side of the tree from the infant I hold. There is no one in sight, but I know he's coming.
I've been able to sense everything since they've begun to chase me. The Digimon side of me taking over, I guess. I know where he's going. There isn't one step he takes nor breath he inhales that I am unaware of. By that, there could be no way that he could not be coming. The feeling is far to strong.
He's already killed my wife. She and I stood up to his cruel control over the citizens of this land. In a flash of light, she was killed, with no way to come again. I was sent into hiding with our year old boy, and thus have been so ever since.
The laughter is so close now, and I hold my breath. I press my son into my chest further to muffle the whimpers that he gives.
"GET OUT OF THERE!" he screams. My son's breath becomes held, just as mine. He can tell exactly what is wrong. As I've said, he can sense things just as I can. There is no way he could miss this.
We both remain silent, hoping he will pass. I can feel him standing just on the other side of the tree, his rage growing. But almost instantly, he stops. The anger fades, until it's gone.
"No matter. I've got bigger fish than you to fry. Until we meet again." With that, he runs off. My eyes must be as wide as dinner plates. Bigger fish than I? What on Earth could it possibly be?
My son's grip on my shirt loosens until it simply lays upon the metal armor that hangs from my shoulder. It's been a trying day for the both of us, and he's chosen to sleep it off. Wise decision, young one, very wise.
"He'll be back," I sigh, "You'll have to get out of here. But who to put you with?" I finger the pendent around his neck. The purity child. Not that I believed him any less. But to be put with the original purity would not be by any means wise. Though I love him like a brother, the original is by no means strong enough to be entrusted with my own flesh and blood.
The only to have the defenses possibly sufficient could be......
My mind made up, I clutch the child to my chest and begin to run. Farther than he'll ever find me, until my goal is reached.
******************
"You do understand that you may never see this child again," the man who I've handed my son to tells me. My eyes never leaving the boy who looks at me intently, I give a solitary nod.
"You can keep him completely safe. Was I right in believing thus?" I ask.
"Of course. My programs will secure a shielded and respectable life for him," he tells me, a touch of pride in his voice as he holds my son more closely. "Just make sure to live one yourself."
"I'll do so," I reassure him. "Or die trying."
With one last look toward my son, and his new father, I run off into the world I love. I must protect it at any cost, whether my son is at my side or not.