Digimon(2).EXE
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Takato leapt back from the console. It was on fire and his
D-Tector was still connected. If he didn't do something soon,
Growlmon would be deleted. He looked around him for something to
douse out the flames.
"Hey, where's the fire extinguisher?" he asked the passengers. Takato knew that if he could put out the flames, then he would save his Digimon.
"Sorry, bud, but this one's all used up,"
apologised one of the passengers.
That was bad. Takato suddenly got an idea. By law, all trains
had to have at least two fire extinguishers per carriage. He
looked around him and saw one opposite the control panel, to the
right of the door that occupied the carriage's front end. The
youth rushed over and grabbed it, tearing it off the wall and
pulled out the safety pin. He aimed and sprayed.
* * * * *
The fires eventually cleared, leaving Growlmon's pretty
charred body behind.
"Growlmon, are you all right?" asked Takato.
"Growlmon, speak to me!"
A groan came from Growlmon, as he got up to his feet.
"What hit me?" he wondered out loud, as clutched at his head. He looked around him and saw the Program floating not too far away from him. Whatever had happened, the Program had managed to get out of the way just in time and save himself.
"Growlmon, you feeling better?" asked Takato
concernedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine," replied Growlmon with a nod of
his head. "What about you?"
"I'm okay," replied Takato.
Hearing those words did Growlmon good. He practically lived to
look after Takato, his Operator and best human friend. Growlmon
smiled.
"Okay, then I'd better get going," he stated. He turned to face the Program and asked it whether it was all right. The reply he got relieved him. If the Program had been hurt, then things would have been very dire indeed. "Okay, let's go then!" He turned and was about to run forward, when he realisd that he didn't know where they were going. "Uh... where to from here?" he asked the Program.
"Well, after I pass that switch, pretty much all of the
carriages will have the air conditioning turned on," replied
Program.
"All right!"
"Terriermon, are you all right?"
"I'm fine," replied the Digimon, as he rose back
up to his feet. "It'll take more than that to defeat
me." Terriermon looked around him. His section of the train's
computer network didn't look anything like the one Growlmon was
in. For one, there were no fires.
"Please, help me!"
Terriermon looked around him wildly. That voice seemed to come
from somewhere in front of him.
"Who's there?" he shouted loudly. "Where are you?" He couldn't see the person that had spoken. The Digimon listened more carefully and he heard the voice plead for help once again. "Wait there, I'm coming for you!" he called out to the mysterious person. The wood-style Digimon turned and made his way down one of the paths. He skidded to a halt and looked out in front of him.
It was a Digimon that looked like a humanoid snowman with arms
and legs. The Digimon was lying flat on the terminal and he
looked badly beaten up.
"Please, help me," pleaded the aqua-style Digimon again, as he lifted his head up to look at Terriermon. "Please, you've got to stop him." The Digimon then descended into a hacking cough.
"Easy there, don't strain yourself," Terriermon told
the snowy Digimon. "You'll end up being deleted if you keep
this up. You just relax and I'll get my Operator to send you a
Heal DMD to make you feel all better."
The white Digimon shook his cold head.
"It's too late for me," the Digimon told Terriermon. "I'm a goner, but you can still save the passengers. My Operator is one of the train's conductors. Find him. He'll tell you what to do..." The Digimon began coughing again, as his body began to blur with static as if he were a picture on a poorly tuned television set. "My Operator... will... help... you..." With those last words, the Digimon disintegrated into bits of digital data that floated away.* * * * *
Takato suddenly felt a cool breeze. He embraced it and
welcomed it. The breeze was a welcome change from the inferno he
was battling in only a few seconds ago.
"Way to go, Growlmon," he congratulated his Digimon. He was glad that his Digimon had helped the Program turn the air conditioning on, as the heaters had been going beserk, even with the fires extinguished. The brown-haired youth was about to congratulate his Digimon when he heard a noise.
It was like a banging and a muffled cry of help. Takato looked
around him in an attempt to find out where it was coming from.
Where was it coming from?
All of a sudden, Takato realised which carriage he was in. It
was the frontmost of the four rear carriages. There was always a
conductor stationed halfway within the train in case of
emergencies. The conductor must have been trapped in the room
situated to the side of the middle carriage, which was always
used to store items such as bicycles or cargo.
"Growlmon, I'm loading you back out of the network," he told his Digimon, before he pressed a few buttons and then detached his D-Tector from the control panel. He then went over to the door and pressed a button to the side.
The door slid open and Takato ran through it and into the
middle carriage. There he found himself in a corridor that ran to
the left of the carriage. To his right was a cage-like area and
he saw a few crates sitting on one side and a bicycle chained to
the other, but no conductor. He ran a few steps down the corridor
and found a door to the side. There was a glass window in it and
he peered through it.
Takato saw a computer and a man dressed in the dark green
uniform of the train conductors.
"I thought so," he said to himself, before he grabbed the handle and tried to open the door. "Darn! It's locked!" He then banged on the door. "Hey!" he called out to the train conductor, in the knowledge that the doors weren't very soundproof. "Hey, I need your help!"
The man, upon hearing Takato's voice stood up and peered
through the window. He saw Takato on the other side of the door.
"I'm sorry, I can't help you right now," he told Takato. "My Digimon went beserk, locked me in this room and now he's wrecking the train's computer network."
"I can help!" shouted Takato. "I'm a DEVA
Cadet."
"Huh, no cadet can help now," said the train
conductor with a sad shake of his head. "My Digimon is
heading towards the front carriage. If he gets into the
navigation system, he could crash the train." For a while,
no more words were said. "Still, I guess it can't harm for
you to try. You think you can handle it?" He received a
silent nod in reply. "Okay then, here's what you do. Load
your Digimon into the control panel near the front door and
direct him to a firewall somewhere to the left. Enter the
passcode, 'BUTTERFLY', and that'll give your Digimon access to the
navigation system. Get him to find a large panel with a circular
screen. That's where he can stop the train and open all the
train's doors. You think you can do that, kid?"
A smile spread across Takato's face. Well, he had faced
tougher situations than that before.
"Yeah, I can do that," he replied with a nod of his head. "Don't you worry. I'll have this train stopped in no time." He turned round and opened the door to his side and ran through into the next carriage.
"Hey, watch where you're going!"
"I'm sorry," apologised Takato and then he backed
off in complete surprise. "You?" he exclaimed, upon
seeing the youth in front of him. The youth wore a black shirt
with a golden cross on it and had a shock of brown hair that
stuck upwards. "Hey, you're that Hypnos jerk that attacked
the Official DigiSquare! Hirokazu, isn't it?"
The brown-haired youth in front of Takato had a completely
surprised look on his face.
"Oh, it's you," he exclaimed in complete surprise.
"So, you're the guy that's behind all this," said
Takato accusingly.
"Hey, don't look at me like that," protested
Hirokazu. "I'm not the guy that's responsible for this. You
think that I'd be stupid enough to set the train on fire when I
was on it? Besides, I'm on the right side now. No more accepting
dirty money from terrorist organisations. It's the straight and
narrow for me." The brown-haired, brown-eyed youth noticed
that Takato's accusing look hadn't disappeared. "Hey, buddy,
I'm not responsible for all this. I swear! Cross my heart and
hope to die."
"Takato, let's not waste time with him," pleaded
Growlmon. "We've got a job to do."
Takato sighed.
"Yeah, you're right," agreed Takato with a nod of his head. "I've got to go," he told Hirokazu.
"Up to your old tricks again, huh?" chuckled
Hirokazu. "Well, I can't stop you, man. See you around,
perhaps? Maybe we can have a friendly DigiBattle between our
Digimon someday?"
"Yeah, perhaps," said Takato with a nod of his head.
"Well, I gotta go. Bye!" He didn't even wait for
Hirokazu's reply and ran off quickly. After all, he had things on
his mind. It was imperative that he got to the front of the
carriage and stop the beserk Digimon from wrecking the
train.
* * * * *
Terriermon skidded to a halt. There was no way he could
progress any further, as there was a firewall in the way. It was
like a door made out of horizontally placed lasers and there was
no way he could get through it.
"Please enter passcode."
The furry Digimon scratched his head.
"Passcode?" he exclaimed in complete surprise. "I don't know any passcode. Jenrya, you think you can help me get past this thing?"
"I'm not too good at cracking codes, Terriermon, you
should know that," stated Jenrya sternly. "I'll give it
a try, though." There was a small pause, as Jenrya attempted
a passcode. "Darn, that's not it," muttered Jenrya,
upon seeing that the code he tried did nothing. "It's no
good. Cracking this password's gonna take up loads of time."
That was when a data stream flew down from the sky and struck
the path. Growlmon appeared beside the Digimon.
"Hey, allow us!" offered Growlmon, before he made his way towards the firewall. He knew the password and quickly entered it. The laser beams that made up the firewall flickered and then disappeared.
"All right, Growlmon!" cheered Terriermon.
"Say, Takato, how did you guys know about that
password?" asked Jenrya curiously.
"Got it off a conductor," came Takato's brief reply.
"Okay, Growlmon. You know where to go now, don't you?"
The scaly Digimon nodded in reply.
"I sure do, Takato," he told his Operator. "Terriermon, come on. Let's go and end this nightmare once and for all." He was about to take one more step further, when his path was suddenly blocked by a huge wall of flames that burned and flickered. "What's going on?"
An evil laugh suddenly echoed all around them.
"Burn! Burn! Must burn!" droned the voice. A Digimon suddenly burst out of the flames and appeared in front of them. The Digimon was like a man on fire with his mouth sewn shut. His eyes glowed an eerie purple, an unnatural colour for a Digimon's eyes. "Meramon must burn everything to the ground!" The Digimon began laughing insanely, before huge balls of fire appeared in its already burning hands.
"Watch out!" cried Growlmon, before he rushed
straight to Terriermon. He pushed the Digimon out of the way and
took the brunt of the fiery Digimon's attack. He cried out in
pain as the flames of the Fireball attack hit his wood-style
flank.
"Growlmon!" cried Takato. "You all right?"
"I'll be fine," replied Growlmon through clenched
teeth.
Takato had a sneaking feeling that Growlmon was just saying
that so that he wouldn't worry. Still, he didn't say a word about
that.
"Okay then," sighed Takato. "Let's get this going! DigiModify– Trench activate!" A large hole suddenly appeared in the floor in front of Growlmon and Terriermon. "DigiModify– Geyser activate!"
A round sphere appeared in Growlmon's claws. The Digimon
didn't need to be told what to do with that. He had experience
with a Geyser DMD before. In front of him, Meramon rushed towards
them.
"Oh no, you don't, pal!" roared Growlmon, before he chucked the DMD straight into the trench. There was suddenly a huge explosion and a huge gush of water spurted out of the trench, spraying water droplets all over the place.
Meramon cried out in pain, but he didn't back off. A normal
Digimon would have retreated from their source of pain, but
Meramon was not normal.
"Must burn!" he continued to chant, as he leapt through the geyser of water, taking even more damage. There was something bizarre about him. It was as if his innate survival program had been switched off and he didn't care if he was to be deleted. "Roaring Flame!" He stopped in his tracks and turned his left shoulder to Growlmon, his two fiery hands cupped together as if they were holding a ball. Meramon shoved his arms forward and a jet of flames roared out from his hands.
The two wood-style Digimon leapt out of the way.
"Bunny Blast!" Terriermon inhaled and spat out a
stream of green energy blasts at Meramon. It did little to harm
the fire-style Digimon. "That guy's not normal!" he
protested.
"Here, try this!" cried out Jenrya.
"DigiModify– Fridgimon's Sub Zero Ice Punch activate!"
Terriermon's right hand turned into that of Fridgimon and
became as cold as one. A smile spread across Terriermon's face.
He knew that the Sub Zero Ice Punch DMD would certainly stop the
Meramon in its tracks. The furry Digimon rushed forward.
Terriermon saw Meramon lash out with a fiery arm. He leapt over
the attack, until he was above Meramon and then plunged back
down, his fist aimed straight at Meramon's head.
"DigiModify– Aqua Balloon Bomb activate!"
A small blue balloon appeared in front of Growlmon and it
started floating over towards the fiery Meramon. The wood-style
Digimon then began attacking the balloon, slashing at it
repeatedly with his sharp claws. Growlmon had experimented with a
Balloon Bomb before and knew that the more someone attacked it,
the more damage a Balloon Bomb would cause. They came in all
styles and that was what was so good about them.
Meramon roared out wordlessly, as he turned round. He flung
fireball after fireball at Terriermon and everything he could
attack.
Terriermon saw that Meramon's attacks were performed with the
blindness of a mad Digimon in a rage. He used that to his
advantage and ran straight towards the Aqua Balloon Bomb, being
careful not to touch it and hence pop it.
"Hey, over here, flame boy!" he cried out towards Meramon. "Bet you can't hit me!" Meramon roared out angrily and then threw a huge barrage of fireballs at Terriermon. The furry Digimon performed a back-flip and landed on Growlmon's shoulders.
Growlmon took that as his cue. He inhaled sharply and then
breathed out. His wood-style version of the Pyro Blaster was a
leaf-filled wind and it blew the Aqua Balloon Bomb straight
towards Meramon.
The Balloon Bomb hit and there was a huge splash of water that
engulfed Meramon, making the fire-style Digimon cry out in
intense pain.
"Whoa! He's still standing!" cried Takato in
disbelief. "That can't be!"
"Black Gears do that to people," said another voice
that didn't belong to any of them.
In a flash, a blue-clad figure rushed straight towards Meramon
and thrust his hand into the fiery Digimon. A smile was across
his grey face, partially covered by the large blue hat he wore.
He pulled something out of Meramon, letting the fire-style
Digimon collapse against the terminal floor. The mysterious
Digimon rose the black object into the air, studying it, his
other hand resting on a wooden cane.
"Marvellous, isn't it?" laughed the Digimon. He turned to face the two Digimon.
Growlmon noticed that the Digimon was wearing a long blue
coat, that was buttoned up to the side, and that the Digimon also
wore blue trousers similar to the colour of his coat and black
gloves. The hat that the Digimon wore, covered most of his head,
revealing only a small grey face with yellow eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Growlmon curiously.
"My name is Mummymon," replied the Digimon with an
evil grin on his face, as he put the black gear-shaped object,
which he had torn out of Meramon, into his pocket . "And I
am the Second-in-Command for the entire Blue Dragon Syndicate."
He lifted his cane and tapped it twice on the floor. "Don't
you forget that." There was suddenly a flash of light and
then a data stream struck the Digimon, and whisked him out of
the train's computer network, leaving the two Digimon behind.
By Wolf O'Donnell
WARNING! May contain Alternative Universe situations and out-of-character experiences. Upon reading this, you hereby agree that you forfeit all your rights to sue me and that I cannot be held liable for any psychological or physical damage caused by the fact that I use British English spelling and that this fanfic contains NO graphic depictions of a heterosexual and homosexual nature. Digimon is copyrighted by Bandai and Toei Animation Ltd. Wolf O'Donnell is copyrighted by Nintendo Ltd, although that might have nothing to do with the fanfic. Digimon(2).EXE is based on Rockman.EXE, which is copyrighted by Capcom Ltd. Constructive criticism is very welcome.
Transmission 09: Burning Fight
"Hey, where's the fire extinguisher?" he asked the passengers. Takato knew that if he could put out the flames, then he would save his Digimon.
"What hit me?" he wondered out loud, as clutched at his head. He looked around him and saw the Program floating not too far away from him. Whatever had happened, the Program had managed to get out of the way just in time and save himself.
"Okay, then I'd better get going," he stated. He turned to face the Program and asked it whether it was all right. The reply he got relieved him. If the Program had been hurt, then things would have been very dire indeed. "Okay, let's go then!" He turned and was about to run forward, when he realisd that he didn't know where they were going. "Uh... where to from here?" he asked the Program.
"Who's there?" he shouted loudly. "Where are you?" He couldn't see the person that had spoken. The Digimon listened more carefully and he heard the voice plead for help once again. "Wait there, I'm coming for you!" he called out to the mysterious person. The wood-style Digimon turned and made his way down one of the paths. He skidded to a halt and looked out in front of him.
"Please, help me," pleaded the aqua-style Digimon again, as he lifted his head up to look at Terriermon. "Please, you've got to stop him." The Digimon then descended into a hacking cough.
"It's too late for me," the Digimon told Terriermon. "I'm a goner, but you can still save the passengers. My Operator is one of the train's conductors. Find him. He'll tell you what to do..." The Digimon began coughing again, as his body began to blur with static as if he were a picture on a poorly tuned television set. "My Operator... will... help... you..." With those last words, the Digimon disintegrated into bits of digital data that floated away.
"Way to go, Growlmon," he congratulated his Digimon. He was glad that his Digimon had helped the Program turn the air conditioning on, as the heaters had been going beserk, even with the fires extinguished. The brown-haired youth was about to congratulate his Digimon when he heard a noise.
"Growlmon, I'm loading you back out of the network," he told his Digimon, before he pressed a few buttons and then detached his D-Tector from the control panel. He then went over to the door and pressed a button to the side.
"I thought so," he said to himself, before he grabbed the handle and tried to open the door. "Darn! It's locked!" He then banged on the door. "Hey!" he called out to the train conductor, in the knowledge that the doors weren't very soundproof. "Hey, I need your help!"
"I'm sorry, I can't help you right now," he told Takato. "My Digimon went beserk, locked me in this room and now he's wrecking the train's computer network."
"Yeah, I can do that," he replied with a nod of his head. "Don't you worry. I'll have this train stopped in no time." He turned round and opened the door to his side and ran through into the next carriage.
"Oh, it's you," he exclaimed in complete surprise.
"Yeah, you're right," agreed Takato with a nod of his head. "I've got to go," he told Hirokazu.
"Passcode?" he exclaimed in complete surprise. "I don't know any passcode. Jenrya, you think you can help me get past this thing?"
"Hey, allow us!" offered Growlmon, before he made his way towards the firewall. He knew the password and quickly entered it. The laser beams that made up the firewall flickered and then disappeared.
"I sure do, Takato," he told his Operator. "Terriermon, come on. Let's go and end this nightmare once and for all." He was about to take one more step further, when his path was suddenly blocked by a huge wall of flames that burned and flickered. "What's going on?"
"Burn! Burn! Must burn!" droned the voice. A Digimon suddenly burst out of the flames and appeared in front of them. The Digimon was like a man on fire with his mouth sewn shut. His eyes glowed an eerie purple, an unnatural colour for a Digimon's eyes. "Meramon must burn everything to the ground!" The Digimon began laughing insanely, before huge balls of fire appeared in its already burning hands.
"Okay then," sighed Takato. "Let's get this going! DigiModify– Trench activate!" A large hole suddenly appeared in the floor in front of Growlmon and Terriermon. "DigiModify– Geyser activate!"
"Oh no, you don't, pal!" roared Growlmon, before he chucked the DMD straight into the trench. There was suddenly a huge explosion and a huge gush of water spurted out of the trench, spraying water droplets all over the place.
"Must burn!" he continued to chant, as he leapt through the geyser of water, taking even more damage. There was something bizarre about him. It was as if his innate survival program had been switched off and he didn't care if he was to be deleted. "Roaring Flame!" He stopped in his tracks and turned his left shoulder to Growlmon, his two fiery hands cupped together as if they were holding a ball. Meramon shoved his arms forward and a jet of flames roared out from his hands.
"Hey, over here, flame boy!" he cried out towards Meramon. "Bet you can't hit me!" Meramon roared out angrily and then threw a huge barrage of fireballs at Terriermon. The furry Digimon performed a back-flip and landed on Growlmon's shoulders.
"Marvellous, isn't it?" laughed the Digimon. He turned to face the two Digimon.
"Who are you?" asked Growlmon curiously.
To be continued...
