Chapter Two:
Hidden in the distance, two pairs of ice blue eyes watched the spectacle with little amusement.
"What do you want to do?" A small voice inquired.
The second took a breath and narrowed her eyes as she gazed through a pair of azure glasses. "Nothing, at the moment. Let's watch. I want to know what she is first."
As quickly as it began, the terror was over. Cautiously, Jen opened her eyes only to find that nothing was different from before. An uneasy hush had fallen over the oddly cheerful looking place and a frightening sense of vulnerability crept over Jen and her grip unintentionally tightened on Pirromon.
"Ow! Hey!"
Jen nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice that seemed to appear from out of nowhere. Her eyes darted every which way in order to find the source of the cry, but all she saw was the vast, quilted expanse of ground. Wrinkling her brow, she glanced down at her arms and gasped in astonishment.
Instead of being a tiny ball of ebony fluff, Pirromon was something different. It had grown in size, sprouted ears and a tail, and an intricate flame pattern was created by red and orange fur. The rest of the body was still the blackest of blacks, and the eyes still held a piercing crimson shimmer.
"Please don't squeeze so hard." It whimpered, peering up at her with a mildly pained expression. Her mouth agape, Jen fumbled at her side to retrieve her device and she pointed it at the cat-like fluff-ball.
Name: Siennamon / Type: Fire Cat / Level: In-Training / Status: Healthy
"You have a digivice!" Siennamon gasped, twitching his tail in excitement. "That's why I digivolved!"
"Digivice? Digivolved? What are you talking about?" Jen flustered, astonished at the creatures' intelligence. "And . why can you talk? What are you?"
He paused a moment, considering the girl before replying. "I'm a digimon. We can all talk. We're made of data, you know, numbers. That thing you're holding is a digivice. You've already figured out that it gives you information on us. I digivolved, my data rearranged, because you have that digivice." Siennamon paused to let Jen soak it all up, but it appeared from her blank stare that she understood nothing. He grinned and nuzzled her stomach. "I'm your digimon."
"Mine?" Jen inquired, tilting her head in confusion. "I .. don't get it. I .. don't even know why I'm here or how I got here!"
"No, you /obviously/ don't get it, do you?" Interrupted another voice, harsh and dripping with a sick tone of sarcasm. Jen scrambled to her feet and turned to face a girl about her age, with a digimon at her feet. The girl's eyes were a piercing crystal blue, set deep into her face, a tight mouth and a harsh stare. Her auburn hair stopped short at her neck and her clothes were similar to Jen's own. Loose, black pants, a violet tee and a sheer black over shirt that she had pulled up to the elbows. The digimon at her feet was larger than Siennamon, black, blue and cat-like, and it carried the same, icy stare that the girl held.
The girl scoffed and sneered at Jen, who stood there in astonishment and wonder. "You shouldn't even be here. Go home."
Hidden in the distance, two pairs of ice blue eyes watched the spectacle with little amusement.
"What do you want to do?" A small voice inquired.
The second took a breath and narrowed her eyes as she gazed through a pair of azure glasses. "Nothing, at the moment. Let's watch. I want to know what she is first."
As quickly as it began, the terror was over. Cautiously, Jen opened her eyes only to find that nothing was different from before. An uneasy hush had fallen over the oddly cheerful looking place and a frightening sense of vulnerability crept over Jen and her grip unintentionally tightened on Pirromon.
"Ow! Hey!"
Jen nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice that seemed to appear from out of nowhere. Her eyes darted every which way in order to find the source of the cry, but all she saw was the vast, quilted expanse of ground. Wrinkling her brow, she glanced down at her arms and gasped in astonishment.
Instead of being a tiny ball of ebony fluff, Pirromon was something different. It had grown in size, sprouted ears and a tail, and an intricate flame pattern was created by red and orange fur. The rest of the body was still the blackest of blacks, and the eyes still held a piercing crimson shimmer.
"Please don't squeeze so hard." It whimpered, peering up at her with a mildly pained expression. Her mouth agape, Jen fumbled at her side to retrieve her device and she pointed it at the cat-like fluff-ball.
Name: Siennamon / Type: Fire Cat / Level: In-Training / Status: Healthy
"You have a digivice!" Siennamon gasped, twitching his tail in excitement. "That's why I digivolved!"
"Digivice? Digivolved? What are you talking about?" Jen flustered, astonished at the creatures' intelligence. "And . why can you talk? What are you?"
He paused a moment, considering the girl before replying. "I'm a digimon. We can all talk. We're made of data, you know, numbers. That thing you're holding is a digivice. You've already figured out that it gives you information on us. I digivolved, my data rearranged, because you have that digivice." Siennamon paused to let Jen soak it all up, but it appeared from her blank stare that she understood nothing. He grinned and nuzzled her stomach. "I'm your digimon."
"Mine?" Jen inquired, tilting her head in confusion. "I .. don't get it. I .. don't even know why I'm here or how I got here!"
"No, you /obviously/ don't get it, do you?" Interrupted another voice, harsh and dripping with a sick tone of sarcasm. Jen scrambled to her feet and turned to face a girl about her age, with a digimon at her feet. The girl's eyes were a piercing crystal blue, set deep into her face, a tight mouth and a harsh stare. Her auburn hair stopped short at her neck and her clothes were similar to Jen's own. Loose, black pants, a violet tee and a sheer black over shirt that she had pulled up to the elbows. The digimon at her feet was larger than Siennamon, black, blue and cat-like, and it carried the same, icy stare that the girl held.
The girl scoffed and sneered at Jen, who stood there in astonishment and wonder. "You shouldn't even be here. Go home."