Chapter One- Depart
Like a bat out of hell, the Devidramon flew across the sky holding a red orb in its claws. The beast flapped its large black wings, and with the speed of a bullet and the ferocity of a raptor, dodged numerous mountains and flew effortlessly through the trees. Coming upon a tall mountain with a dark cloud surrounding the top, the Devidramon flew up. Slowing down just enough to stop in front of big, black gates and it waited for them to open. With a ear piercing creak, the gates opened. Looking around before entering, the Devidramon slowly flew in.
"It's about time you arrived," growled a low, hoarse voice. From behind the thick fog, red eyes glared down at the small Devidramon. The being sat upon a throne of skulls and bones, and two lit torches sat towering behind him.
"Have sphere. Give reward." said the Devidramon, laying the sphere at the monsters feet.
"Ah," said the monster, "your reward. Hm, what did I promise you?"
"Digivolution," growled Devidramon.
"Ah, yes, I remember now," the monster slyingly said. "Well, I really don't feel courteous...so, this is what I'll do." A red flame suddenly lit next to the monster. The Devidramons eyes grew large when he suddenly realized his fate. Growling, the champion level Digimon turned to escape. Before he could defy his destiny, the flame engulfed him. Painful growling could be heard, and the Devidramon turned into a white orb. The orb hovered for a moment, then faded.
Brushing his hands together, the monster sighed. He picked the red orb up and brought it to his chest. It started to glow brightly and the monster absorbed it.
"That felt good," he snickered, "Witchmon!" A red light suddenly began to shine. From within, a womanly figure started to form. The light faded and the woman cackled. Sitting on a broom, red clothing covered this Digimon. A large, red hat sat on her greyed hair and covered most of her eyes.
"You bellowed?" she said in a witchy voice.
"The Digital Destined Six will be here soon," replied the monster.
"What do you want me to do about it?" cackled Witchmon.
"I want you to take them out!" roared the monster.
"Ok, ok! I will do what you say. Let me get my helpers," she said. With a eerie cackle, she left as once she came.
***
"Go! Go!" yelled the balding coach. A sandy brown haired teenager with brown eyes ran down the track, only feet ahead of the opposite runner. Sweat running down his face like a waterfall, he strained his body to win. The opposite runner caught up to him, and he looked over. Each had desire in their eyes, but one was greater. Stephen Canter jolted ahead of his opponent, his feet seemingly resisting gravity. Stephen passed by the finish line and skidded to a stop.
The crowd cheered a bombarded the track. Stephen looked back and smirked at the opposite runner, who was being bawled out by his coach. Being hoisted up on his teammates shoulders, he rose his arms into the air.
***
Stephen walked into his house, a large two-story white one. It was furnished with white carpeting and very, very expensive looking furniture. No one was home. It wasn't like that was unusual. After his mother died, his father completely focused on work. Him and Stephen rarely ever talked or socialized.
Walking up the curved stairs, he made his way to his room. Opening the wooden door, he walked in. The walls were grey and dim, and his curtains were white. With a red comforter, his bed lay below a rack of many trophies. Putting his red and black backpack onto the bed, he walked over to his computer. With a flat screen monitor, this had been his birthday present from his father.
Moving his mouse, the computer came out of "sleep". Once running, he clicked on a big I that was a icon for his ISP. Inputting the name "Score007", he typed his password and the connection began to connect. With a loud noise, then a buzzing, it finished and he was connected.
"Come on, I have to have some email," he said to himself. Clicking on an envelope, his inbox opened and started to load. It finished, slowly, and he scanned the contents.
"Hmm..." he said to himself as he read the senders, "kickykid01....starfox55...magicman.... No one important." He scrolled down with his mouse and then made a puzzled look.
"DigitalMatrix," he said as he clicked on the name. The email opened surprisingly fast, revealing nothing but green numbers on a black background. Stephen sighed, thinking it was a virus, and tried to move the mouse. It was stuck.
"Damn computer," he said, smacking the monitor. He tried to lift the hand on the mouse off of it, but couldn't. He looked down, and saw that the mouse had started to glow a bright blueish white. His eyes got huge as the light moved from the mouse to his hand, and started moving up his arm. He started to scream, but it was drowned out by the light that now covered his whole body. Suddenly, two rings with white and blue numbers started to move around the now orb captured Stephen. He was suddenly jerked back, and then disappeared.
***
"Yo! Anthony!" yelled Grant, running down the sidewalk. Blonde streaks went through his hair like thread in a quilt, and his blue eyes shimmered with the sunlight. Running up to Anthony Fowler, a dark haired and handsome teen, he stopped.
"Yo, Grant, sup?" he said, shaking Grants hand.
"We need to do our report, remember? We have to get to the library."
"Oh, crap!" said Anthony, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, let's get to it." The two teens ran like messengers across town and to the public library. Suddenly stopping, they slowly entered and went to a computer.
"Let's check out email before we start," said Anthony. Clicking on an envelope, each were prompted to put in a username and password.. Grant typed in "Hunter2007" and his password, and Anthony put "Cyke" and his password.
While waiting for their inbox's to load, the boys started typing their reports. Each ignored their inbox's completely and continued with their report.
***
Alexa Davidson knocked on the white door of the one-story house. With a black t-shirt and tight pants, Alexa was the fashion model for many girls at school. All of the girls wanted her long, black hair, but couldn't have it. She knocked again, and an Asian couple in their mid forties answered and smiled.
"Alexa, nice of you to come here on such short notice," said the woman.
"It's absolutely no problem, Mr. And Mrs. Mokima," she said, smiling, and showing her pure white teeth.
"Well, come in, come in," said Mr. Mokima, moving from the doorway to the foyer. Mrs. Mokima followed, and then Alexa entered after her. After a quick glance in the oval mirror that rested on the wall, she turned back to the married couple.
"We'll be home around 11, and Jamie is to be in bed by nine," said Mrs. Mokima.
"Is fourteen dollars an hour sound fair?" asked Mr. Mokima.
"Uh," Alexa said hesitantly. She glanced at the clock, which read 5:13 pm, and looked at Mr. Mokima. "That is very fair, Mr. Mokima. If it wasn't for college coming up, I wouldn't be able to accept it." She said sweetly, smiling. The two adults laughed.
"Well, education is important nowadays," said Mrs. Mokima, "and we trust you greatly. Dinner is in the freezer, and there is money on the counter if you want any pizza or anything. Well, we better be off." Mrs. Mokima went into the living room and kissed the ten-year-old James on the forehead and warned him to be good, then smiled at Alexa.
"Goodbye and have a good night," Alexa said happily at the exiting parents. She shut the door and smiled at James. "Is there a show you want to watch?"
"Yeah!" said Jamie, "Power Rangers is on now. Can I watch it please?"
"Sure you can," she said, switching the channel on the tv to the show, "I'm going to go and check my email real quick. I'll be right back, ok?"
"Ok," said Jamie, already absorbed in the show. Alexa entered the office room, and went to the computer. Typing in "Katana" as her username and typing her password, she logged in. She clicked on the email icon, and went into her inbox.
"Hm...DigitalMatrix?" she said, not knowing who it was. She clicked on the email and green numbers appeared. Then, Jamie came into the room and stood beside her.
"Alexa, I'm hungry. Can you fix me something?" he said in his low voice.
"J–J–Jamie, I can't move my arm," she said, apparently trying not to panic. Suddenly, a blue light covered her body and then Jamie's. The light turned into an orb, and two strands of light circled them and they disappeared.
***
"Done," said Anthony and Grant together. Each of them smiled, then looked at the computer screen.
"Oh yeah, our email," said Anthony. Each opened their inbox's and each had one email. The sender: DigitalMatrix.
"We both have one," said Grant. A girl with sandy blond hair and brown eyes walked up behind them.
"Hey guys," she said.
"Hey Sakura," said Anthony, smiling.
"What's up?" she asked.
"We..we both have this email from DigitalMatrix," explained Grant.
"Uh...I got one too. I didn't open it because I didn't know who it was. Lemme get online and we'll open it together." she said. She logged on with the username "Syaki" and went to her inbox. All three opened it at the same time, and all three saw green numbers.
"I...I can't..move my arm," said Anthony. The three looked at each other as they were being engulfed with a blue light. Suddenly, all three were in orbs and light strands were circling around them. All three disappeared in the same moment.
Like a bat out of hell, the Devidramon flew across the sky holding a red orb in its claws. The beast flapped its large black wings, and with the speed of a bullet and the ferocity of a raptor, dodged numerous mountains and flew effortlessly through the trees. Coming upon a tall mountain with a dark cloud surrounding the top, the Devidramon flew up. Slowing down just enough to stop in front of big, black gates and it waited for them to open. With a ear piercing creak, the gates opened. Looking around before entering, the Devidramon slowly flew in.
"It's about time you arrived," growled a low, hoarse voice. From behind the thick fog, red eyes glared down at the small Devidramon. The being sat upon a throne of skulls and bones, and two lit torches sat towering behind him.
"Have sphere. Give reward." said the Devidramon, laying the sphere at the monsters feet.
"Ah," said the monster, "your reward. Hm, what did I promise you?"
"Digivolution," growled Devidramon.
"Ah, yes, I remember now," the monster slyingly said. "Well, I really don't feel courteous...so, this is what I'll do." A red flame suddenly lit next to the monster. The Devidramons eyes grew large when he suddenly realized his fate. Growling, the champion level Digimon turned to escape. Before he could defy his destiny, the flame engulfed him. Painful growling could be heard, and the Devidramon turned into a white orb. The orb hovered for a moment, then faded.
Brushing his hands together, the monster sighed. He picked the red orb up and brought it to his chest. It started to glow brightly and the monster absorbed it.
"That felt good," he snickered, "Witchmon!" A red light suddenly began to shine. From within, a womanly figure started to form. The light faded and the woman cackled. Sitting on a broom, red clothing covered this Digimon. A large, red hat sat on her greyed hair and covered most of her eyes.
"You bellowed?" she said in a witchy voice.
"The Digital Destined Six will be here soon," replied the monster.
"What do you want me to do about it?" cackled Witchmon.
"I want you to take them out!" roared the monster.
"Ok, ok! I will do what you say. Let me get my helpers," she said. With a eerie cackle, she left as once she came.
***
"Go! Go!" yelled the balding coach. A sandy brown haired teenager with brown eyes ran down the track, only feet ahead of the opposite runner. Sweat running down his face like a waterfall, he strained his body to win. The opposite runner caught up to him, and he looked over. Each had desire in their eyes, but one was greater. Stephen Canter jolted ahead of his opponent, his feet seemingly resisting gravity. Stephen passed by the finish line and skidded to a stop.
The crowd cheered a bombarded the track. Stephen looked back and smirked at the opposite runner, who was being bawled out by his coach. Being hoisted up on his teammates shoulders, he rose his arms into the air.
***
Stephen walked into his house, a large two-story white one. It was furnished with white carpeting and very, very expensive looking furniture. No one was home. It wasn't like that was unusual. After his mother died, his father completely focused on work. Him and Stephen rarely ever talked or socialized.
Walking up the curved stairs, he made his way to his room. Opening the wooden door, he walked in. The walls were grey and dim, and his curtains were white. With a red comforter, his bed lay below a rack of many trophies. Putting his red and black backpack onto the bed, he walked over to his computer. With a flat screen monitor, this had been his birthday present from his father.
Moving his mouse, the computer came out of "sleep". Once running, he clicked on a big I that was a icon for his ISP. Inputting the name "Score007", he typed his password and the connection began to connect. With a loud noise, then a buzzing, it finished and he was connected.
"Come on, I have to have some email," he said to himself. Clicking on an envelope, his inbox opened and started to load. It finished, slowly, and he scanned the contents.
"Hmm..." he said to himself as he read the senders, "kickykid01....starfox55...magicman.... No one important." He scrolled down with his mouse and then made a puzzled look.
"DigitalMatrix," he said as he clicked on the name. The email opened surprisingly fast, revealing nothing but green numbers on a black background. Stephen sighed, thinking it was a virus, and tried to move the mouse. It was stuck.
"Damn computer," he said, smacking the monitor. He tried to lift the hand on the mouse off of it, but couldn't. He looked down, and saw that the mouse had started to glow a bright blueish white. His eyes got huge as the light moved from the mouse to his hand, and started moving up his arm. He started to scream, but it was drowned out by the light that now covered his whole body. Suddenly, two rings with white and blue numbers started to move around the now orb captured Stephen. He was suddenly jerked back, and then disappeared.
***
"Yo! Anthony!" yelled Grant, running down the sidewalk. Blonde streaks went through his hair like thread in a quilt, and his blue eyes shimmered with the sunlight. Running up to Anthony Fowler, a dark haired and handsome teen, he stopped.
"Yo, Grant, sup?" he said, shaking Grants hand.
"We need to do our report, remember? We have to get to the library."
"Oh, crap!" said Anthony, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, let's get to it." The two teens ran like messengers across town and to the public library. Suddenly stopping, they slowly entered and went to a computer.
"Let's check out email before we start," said Anthony. Clicking on an envelope, each were prompted to put in a username and password.. Grant typed in "Hunter2007" and his password, and Anthony put "Cyke" and his password.
While waiting for their inbox's to load, the boys started typing their reports. Each ignored their inbox's completely and continued with their report.
***
Alexa Davidson knocked on the white door of the one-story house. With a black t-shirt and tight pants, Alexa was the fashion model for many girls at school. All of the girls wanted her long, black hair, but couldn't have it. She knocked again, and an Asian couple in their mid forties answered and smiled.
"Alexa, nice of you to come here on such short notice," said the woman.
"It's absolutely no problem, Mr. And Mrs. Mokima," she said, smiling, and showing her pure white teeth.
"Well, come in, come in," said Mr. Mokima, moving from the doorway to the foyer. Mrs. Mokima followed, and then Alexa entered after her. After a quick glance in the oval mirror that rested on the wall, she turned back to the married couple.
"We'll be home around 11, and Jamie is to be in bed by nine," said Mrs. Mokima.
"Is fourteen dollars an hour sound fair?" asked Mr. Mokima.
"Uh," Alexa said hesitantly. She glanced at the clock, which read 5:13 pm, and looked at Mr. Mokima. "That is very fair, Mr. Mokima. If it wasn't for college coming up, I wouldn't be able to accept it." She said sweetly, smiling. The two adults laughed.
"Well, education is important nowadays," said Mrs. Mokima, "and we trust you greatly. Dinner is in the freezer, and there is money on the counter if you want any pizza or anything. Well, we better be off." Mrs. Mokima went into the living room and kissed the ten-year-old James on the forehead and warned him to be good, then smiled at Alexa.
"Goodbye and have a good night," Alexa said happily at the exiting parents. She shut the door and smiled at James. "Is there a show you want to watch?"
"Yeah!" said Jamie, "Power Rangers is on now. Can I watch it please?"
"Sure you can," she said, switching the channel on the tv to the show, "I'm going to go and check my email real quick. I'll be right back, ok?"
"Ok," said Jamie, already absorbed in the show. Alexa entered the office room, and went to the computer. Typing in "Katana" as her username and typing her password, she logged in. She clicked on the email icon, and went into her inbox.
"Hm...DigitalMatrix?" she said, not knowing who it was. She clicked on the email and green numbers appeared. Then, Jamie came into the room and stood beside her.
"Alexa, I'm hungry. Can you fix me something?" he said in his low voice.
"J–J–Jamie, I can't move my arm," she said, apparently trying not to panic. Suddenly, a blue light covered her body and then Jamie's. The light turned into an orb, and two strands of light circled them and they disappeared.
***
"Done," said Anthony and Grant together. Each of them smiled, then looked at the computer screen.
"Oh yeah, our email," said Anthony. Each opened their inbox's and each had one email. The sender: DigitalMatrix.
"We both have one," said Grant. A girl with sandy blond hair and brown eyes walked up behind them.
"Hey guys," she said.
"Hey Sakura," said Anthony, smiling.
"What's up?" she asked.
"We..we both have this email from DigitalMatrix," explained Grant.
"Uh...I got one too. I didn't open it because I didn't know who it was. Lemme get online and we'll open it together." she said. She logged on with the username "Syaki" and went to her inbox. All three opened it at the same time, and all three saw green numbers.
"I...I can't..move my arm," said Anthony. The three looked at each other as they were being engulfed with a blue light. Suddenly, all three were in orbs and light strands were circling around them. All three disappeared in the same moment.
